Poetry

[B Clear]

I wrote a poem regarding my current perceptions.
Does anyone else here write poetry, that they would like to share?
 

Well, here is mine :

Sound selective surrender
Slipping through smiles and hellos
5 lifetimes of interactions, moments, openings, closings, death by betrayal
And then what follows..
Old,
Ancient eyes watching..
lingering apathetic acceptance swallowing eagerness of new welcomings, of new reachings , swallowing notions of unique endings, swallowing …
So predictable , the patterns of the ego and it’s grasping
So inertia sets in…

And so soon does death come, that entering into the nothingness that is the only constant,
that place behind silent and black

Here,
where no one matters
where no thing exists.
The incomprehensibility that no mind comprehends
The unlimited potential before birthing before deaths
And arising,
Maya the veil behind which Truth exists, the veil behind which those who Know Be,
Behind the projected perceptions thrown like nets over the clear opening to the void.
When terrifying surrender is the only way forward
to complete obliteration,
Of Separation,
Of Self.

The only authenticity.
But,
resistance appears,
because warriors barely exist anymore
And a battlefield arises
Weapons and methods, tactics and strategies
War.

But,
there are spiraling galaxies spinning through emptiness still,
There are stars exploding
And babies being born
There is union
And Absolute Infinity.

Despite it all.

What greater joy is there than potential?
Bliss.

B.Clear

[B Clear]

I wrote some Prose about Mastery today. Inspired by my work with Leo an this community.

Mastery:
There are many different kinds of masters.
The Artisan, The Heyoka, The Divine Lover.
The Musician, The Dancer, The Poet, The Teacher.
The Guide .
Each with so much to offer and transmit if only they are held in Veneration. Yet fear leads us to seek out fault, weakness, error.
To criticize and condemn.
To judge and belittle.
We expect perfection before we can allow devotion, because we misunderstand and do not realize that the devotion is to our own awe...
Our Awe, that state that opens all doors, in our Being.
We are here to learn to unlock our own doors, and the masters they come to provide the intricate depth of arousal that beauty, talent and shock do provoke, simply to wake us up to that.
B.Clear x

Edited August 31, 2017 by B Clear

[B Clear]

I wrote this poem on facebook today with this picture of me.. I am not sure if anyone there had any idea of what I was talking about...
This is something that would in the past bring me great anxiety... But after working with some of Leo's principles I feel confidence in speaking my truth, the truth of my perspective and sharing my poetry on it.

Also would still love to hear poetry from anyone else here

Here is today's poem:
Spiral Dynamics. Systems thinking.
Self Actualized Authenticity.
All these perspectives, mindsets, concepts,
occupy, evert, self reflect through me.
Yet pink and yellow, eyes, lips, form, mannerisms, projections are generally what’s seen.

Those that look deeper, past the gatekeepers
those are the seekers whom I seek,

What convoluted wormholes, catalytic occurrences, enigmatic thaumaturgy, we all be.
With no definitive, no delineated, no conclusive end to meet.

B. Clear

Edited September 5, 2017 by B Clear

[hundreth]

I love your Mastery piece! 

I actually built a poetry app for iOS that I think you would love. There's a social network there where you can share your work and get feedback / comments. It's obviously rhyme focused, but there are many using all styles.

https://itunes.apple.com/us/app/rhymers-block-rap-poetry-writer-rhyme-engine/id796584182?mt=8

@Leo Gura let me know if I'm breaking any rules here...

[Nexeternity]

The All free from words, purpose, and reason.

 

Open beyond space and time.

Filled impossibly full, extreme over extreme.

Dimensionless yet infinite in its dimensions.

 

Lacking ignorance, it seeks to experience limits.

For Being without limits it thus has one limit.

 

The limit of not having a limit.

 

And so you are.  Exploring yourself and tasting the limitless through limit.

Creating form through the formless, dancing with a boundless body.

Chancing through the chanceless.

Searching through the searchless.

Oneness basks in manyness.

 

Oh joy.  Such blessings.

Playing for eternity.

[Nahm]

Contact, is all it takes.

-Sammy Hagar

 

[B Clear]

Thank you @hundreth I was actually looking for something like that. I just need to get a new phone and then I shall download

And I loved your poem @Nexeternity ! I have been bringing awareness too and playing with my boundaries of limitation so it really resonates

[Joseph Maynor]

I love poetry.  It's like architecture made out of words.  I'm scared of poetry though because I know if I open Pandora's Box and get into writing poetry, I may never come back.  That might just be the end of Giuseppe.  I try to make my prose beautiful though.  But poetry, when done right, dwarfs prose in both beauty and structure.  Poetry is the fine wine of writing.  The delectable dessert.  Writing without any training-wheels.  That rare intersection between meaning and art; where architecture, play, and words organize themselves into paintings to be hung on the wall.  

I like the first poem you posted.  

Edited September 18, 2017 by Joseph Maynor

[Metatron]

Public secret (own poem)

Being giant and as well as minuscule,
At the same time superficial and deepest riddle,
Hard-working golden ant in a shy human hill,
Up and down dances on the permanent will.
My silver moonkeys open the beat,
Real mirage it is, like sharp mantling mist,
Logical emotion, cracked mistery,
Creole synthesis, soft carrying capacity.

The aware soul bathes in balance,
Whistling melodies of infinite chance,
Rising from death I contemplate around skys,
Hoping for progress from bridges of hearts,
From half-serious game of collective consciousness,
From insolent niceness of each and every moments.
Foamy mirror I am, huge solid ocean, 
Cell, nucleus, and a billion stars in motion.