Short prose or poetry

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Submitted by Tommy on Sun, 08/22/2010 - 01:41

be careful on the coming of your desires and the becoming of your decisions

clouds

Submitted by Tommy on Wed, 07/28/2010 - 02:07

I find myself caught above these gardens of white, in shapes of dragons, waves of lions, look up you will see, families of waves, celebrating freedom, the way it always has been, unchanging, such an organism, governing the cycle of natures's equilibrium displacement. Sporadic and vivid they shape themselves accordingly. Gestures to the heavens, perceptions to the people. The event horizon of our atmosphere. I deafen the crowd, only to feel the energy of the soft and supple surrounding. An enigmatic shape silhouetting chaotic form.

dogs we have become.

Submitted by Tommy on Wed, 07/21/2010 - 15:48

I understand the huge undermining we have constructed for ourselves in that dog population is at odds with humans and I believe in treating animals as equals, though I say when you see a man on the side of the road you don't stop to pick him up, take him home and feed him. We have come to a place where we justify the problems of another man, completely bypassing our own. "He has created it for himself" you hear the clothed passing the naked.

I beg to differ..

"The Giants"

Submitted by Tommy on Wed, 07/14/2010 - 02:26

When thinking of systems that make up the collective, one will test their energy potential to various objects in reference to their own. Unlike ourselves, giants are capable of pure alchemy, they drown out the physical light in the flood of their expanding extension, they hoard sound within the depths of their infinite, they clash with the whistling wind, just to dance with it. These structures that are made up of many sections, though completely able to function using the whole, taking separately, discharging collectively. These are "the giants"..

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Submitted by Tommy on Wed, 07/14/2010 - 02:19

the hour stands still,
as time drifts slowly through the giants.
an alchemical spark,
energy matrix,
all consuming,
all encompassing,
it is there.. now feel it!

Utopia.

Submitted by Tommy on Mon, 07/12/2010 - 23:33

Utopia.. riveting energy cascading amongst the minds, where nature is the classroom and the classroom is nature. Leave the apathetic at home, leave the incurious to the apprenticeship of their elders. You will find me amongst the spiritual groves, learning to understand the energy matrix that consumes us, find the path of your mind through the paths of the giants. Teach me about the all consuming external, the need to realize this outward perception is equivalent to the infinite internal, the view from this event horizon of our own perception, influencing reality, the external.

what is your story?

Submitted by Tommy on Mon, 07/12/2010 - 00:53

We are living, breathing, momentary narratives. If you have no story to tell, you do not exist; mere repetition is not story.

The Silence

Submitted by Tommy on Sun, 07/11/2010 - 14:41

In this, we are,
we feel, invisible,
the weight on the world,
barreling down right to a head,
keeping your securely fastened to the ground.
She is the mistress of the night,
only to exist, silent she softly breaths.
We find ourselves lost in this very lack of thought,
the air still, our senses attent.

The family of perception follows closely behind,
it is meant to be broken, it is longs to be disturbed,
as it begs for interruption.
Bring me your senses, bring me the light,
follow me deeper into this night.

You will find your path at the end of this,