ok.. i realise this new-fangled-spiritually-aware forum is probably just a joke.. (but i'm not sure about IMC.. i think he REALLY has changed.. but fuck-him.. weak willed bastard .. falling for the christian propaganda.. i blocked him on messenger after he tried to show me 'his lightsource') but i think it's time i aired my 'sensitive' side too... i showed this poem to lomotil.. and he said i wouldn't dare post it in here.. and he was right.. i wouldn't.. but as there is a temporary lull in the usual hostile atmosphere.. i'm taking my chance... I wrote this poem 5 years ago when me and the girl i was with at the time seemed to have different expectations of each other/relationship... as i read it again now.. it makes me happy.. because i have found that special someone who fills the gaps in my life.. and who has the same goals/expectations/hopes/dreams/fears as myself... so i'll dedicate this post to Tori.. *go on.. reach for the sickbags* <BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>For Tori:- Walking in Silence through woods of furry reaching pines and age old extending oak, Tiny fuzzy inch worms crawling up our arms, big cute bug eyes and hyper-colour neon glow in the dark super-duper green and red hairy aliens everywhere we look. The old wise man, the broken willow tree, singing sorrowful soliloquies of senseless suffering about broken bullet-proof hearts and love of life lost in loneliness, silly games one plays with two pulling, poking, personalities crunching like gears whose teeth aren’t quite aligned single moments impossibly trying to quench two egos when there is only now for the experience of two to be one in fighting, arguing, senseless words, games, call me, no I’ll call you, no don’t call me why are we together if we’re not having a good time? why aren’t we trying to sort this out so we can? if we’re meant to argue, to have difference, then be my friend, if the bestest in the whole world. this thing I seek, this world of relationships, I’m looking for a fairy tale to come true in a world where no one except me seems to believe they do, or can, or will... now but not tomorrow, now but not before, only now can fairy tales come true... only if we’re both here. spinning circles in sequence with the sparrows simple speech, floating high, pulling down, letting go of any grip on balance, adrift in a boat with you, my love, my friend, my princess, aboard this luxury liner of love-filled joy. building blocks, drip castles, digging for worms in the soft mud, laying in the backyard for billions of years watching Fred the bunny rabbit as he plays his game, ants running over our hands like we’re just another part of the landscape, clouds over head, look a cow! A turtle is laying eggs in the front? we have to go see! oh my god look at them! What a miracle life is. Do you smell those flowers? lets go check them out Did you see that bird? it flew right over your head! Wow! the sky is open and free! Like my heart feels when it dances in innocence with yours. “look I’m 5!” There is no greater feeling in the world, being in Love with Life, with a companion to share the simple excitement of silliness and cuteness with. I don’t want your games, your face, your look, I see what I do and I don’t judge you, except when I look in your eyes and see that pure Spirit of Love and Light. and I love what I see, you. the you that has never been hurt. the born-again child, that never died, only hid in fear of fear itself. all I want is to roll around with you and get grass stains and muddy, maybe even a little wet if the water balloons come out on a hot day. I just want to play with toys and climb trees and walk through paradises, of urban jungles and sultry swamps, share looks between and sights beyond, daydreams of sunlight and nightmares of darkness, tomorrows and yestermoments, in THIS moment, the eternal now of Now. I don’t want anything from you other than you to express your innocent heart with me, whoever you are. Whatever that means, whatever comes out, whatever silly barnyard animal noises we end up making. no matter what crazy crayola creations creep out from our consciousness, or what silly jokes we tell in the midst of an episode. why is it so crazy to think that’s all I want from you? so crazy to think that my Love doesn’t include the clause ‘for myself’ in it. yeah I want to be with you, but I don’t want to hold you there... just be with you here. Your Spirit speaks, I’m here to listen. Your Spirit hides, I’m here to seek. Your Spirit seeks, I’m here to help. Your Spirit soars, I’m here scream hand in wing across landscapes, Martian and moonlike, but always with that familiar ‘home’ feeling. If you want to talk about your past or your future in order to find a better present, I am your confidant, your best friend, your perfect mirror, your diary. If you want to talk about what makes the world spin round, I have so many unspoken ideas that just might make some sense. If you want to purify your soul, to dance naked around campfires under full moons, sing chants and tone tones, meditate for weeks, let me undress, get some wood, clear my throat, and sit near you. If you want to me to sit with you while you go on a journey in your mind, into depression or The Light, I will observe you, Goddess. Nothing short of innocence could ever contain this infinite love, no mind, no heart, only the Spirit of Innocent Joy, could ever return what it is I glow and attract, No poem, no epic, no love song, could ever speak the crazy thing it is I seek... the loud Silence of eternal Peace, heard only in the union of souls, introduced deliciously between my mouth and anothers. and carried through hearts, bodies, and imaginations. across moated castles, shiny starry knights, and innocent maidens freed from the tyrants of temptation. Another innocent angel to dance through this experience called life with. No fights, no arguments, no titles, why? WHY? What is there to fight about? What is there to argue about? What is there to label? I Love you, all of you, there is nothing that I want you to change... if you want to be with me, to celebrate an unforgettable memory, or a million, then lets play... come on over! There is only me and you and whatever our relationship is, singing, skipping, sleeping, swinging, free and fearless, full of Joy, holding, hugging, embracing, loving, celebrating, flowing, in Harmony with Harmony, in Love with Love. Two individual Souls, revolving like twin stars of celestial divinity, around each other, holding hands, spinning across fields of fantastic flowers, centrifically fugal forces flinging our friendship out from the centre towards the centre, through the centre, in and out, over and under the centre, all around the centre, but never leaving that centre, that centre of me and you, pulling on each other with Love, and being pushed together by Joy. What I wouldn’t do to feel the comfortable silence of a best friend, and the gentle touch of a free Spirit making Love with me between my Heart and hers, making this fairy tale called Innocent Perfect Love come true. This all seems so simple... but when reflected, I get the image “not many people are ready for that kind of relationship” like I’m dreaming of something impossible something that no one dares dream, when all it seems like I’m dreaming about is this word called Love. I can just imagine what it would be like to lay my hands on another in peace. to run my pure energy up and down their spin, their arms, their legs, teasing their ticklishness with tiny touches, giggles and grins, naked, no shame, look its my self, no walls, no boundaries. what else is there besides this? I see pain, I see hurt, infidelity, lying, cheating, why? WHY? For years I sit here alone, hoping to share this gorgeous life with someone, who can appreciate, who can understand, that there’s no reason for misery, no reason for hiding, no reason to sit by and watch life dance without us, no reason to hold back the truth of how we feel, or be careful of what we say... that there’s no reason to play silly games with each other except the ones that actually make up giggle in silliness. Isn’t there anyone out there who isn’t looking to make their life more complicated with a relationship, but hopes to make their complex life looking for a relationship finally simple? What are we doing here? Why am I alone? Doesn’t anyone want to go through this life with me? The girl I end up being with forever, is the one who recognises that I’m not immature, or confused, or broken, but joy-filled, wise, and whole. I give the same Love to everyone I see, stranger, friend, I give them my all, my total non-judgemental universal Love. There is no reason anyone ever needs to have a relationship with me to have all of me, be here alive with me in this Moment and I will give it to you, no need to take or ask, its yours... just for being you. I Love you, my friend, in such a way that you can’t understand. purely. no intentions. no limitations. no conditions. Isn’t it perfect? Its the Love of friendship, times a thousand lifetimes. Some day someone will want to hold me, touch me, be with me, wonder what makes me me. Some day someone will wonder what exactly happened to me during the first 20 years of my life... and I’ll get to share the story of the dance of Spirit between the innocent and ignorant Micks with someone. someday the Spirit of Mick and the Spirit of You will dance together, the hearts who broke and healed and rejoiced, the bodies who got muddy and cleaned and rejuvenated, the souls who grew together from darkness to light, and the story of union of two souls in Innocent Harmonious Joy will be written once and for all, the fairy tale will come true, and two free Spirits will roam for eternity in unfocused consciousness, celebrating Life and Love and spinning a web of endless compassion, dispassion, and artistic creative passion. gratitude for sunshine, gratefulness for goodness, spinning round and round with you making smiles, spreading glows, dancing to melodies in dewy grass. against backdrops of early morning sunrises. life is so beautiful <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
'snif... That's beautiful, man. It makes me want to thank my God for all he has given me in this life, and as I'm bowing in front of his holy porcelin body, I want to denounce all my sins and have them exit my body in one hurling motion.
Diddy- you fuckin pussy bitch!!! Congrats on having a shot at love once in your life, but i'll bet that weak ass poem fucked it all up. Not only was it pure crap, but you made me even more retarded with it. Please, never release spawn of yours onto this earth, we are not ready.
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Drug Matthews: Diddy- you fuckin pussy bitch!!! Congrats on having a shot at love once in your life, but i'll bet that weak ass poem fucked it all up. Not only was it pure crap, but you made me even more retarded with it. Please, never release spawn of yours onto this earth, we are not ready.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> AWWWW!!!But me and P.Diddy are thpeciaal!
Look .....if I promise to stop posting crappy poems, will the rest of you pathetic, quivering heaps of guilt laden sensitivity, stop with your crappy poems? Come on , let's make a deal. How about ICP's song Rainbows? Now there is real heart jerker.
