Discord(00079)

Fiddle and twiddle in the dank basement of the slimy soul; forgotten abscess that haunts the glorious pleasures of life with the discord of impaired vision.


Bliss(00080)
Metal plates adorn the softness of a summers day
shielding the caress of atmospheric blissfulness.
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Bear is watching(00078)

Leaves on metal stems create illusions that are forever bonded to the side of life that is partly melted and cannot be torn from the matrix it covets yet we try to pry and forces its will without a thought of the real condition of life we take and cover it with glue that seeps into the mass of being without knowing that the bear is watching.
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Worry(00077)

Yellow phone on the road and alone;
thoughts of travel among the gravel.

Increasing worry of time in red;
holding on to a length of thread.
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Unknowable(00076)

My life is without validation;
spiraling into the void.

Seeking meaning is pointless;
can’t answer questions.

Talking is a waste of time;
repeating the unknowable.

The future is slipping away;
the past is a flickering light.
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Responsive soul(00075)
The universe negates the passage of time and bitter pills of a life that are both dull and sharp quicken the souls response to external stimuli resulting in a dead response to the impulse that sustain existence.
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Recovery(00074)
The mind begins to clear the webs of a troubled life
and regains lost segments of the memory chain.
In small steps the thought tunnels clear the sediment
from the constricted passageways of a life on hold.

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Shock treatment (00073)
Delirium and clouded vision in the mind of a lost soul.
Vacant eyes that that hide deep and dark memories.
Speech patterns muted by interrupted neural pathways.
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Ideas (00072)
Big ideas and extended verbiage;
too many words spoil the brew.
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Joy(00071)
I perceive the abundant joy of pens and ink
opening seven doors and windows upon the brink.
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Sky(00070)
Gargoyles and banana skins above the sky
drooping like shades with friezes of pain.

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Mania(00069)
Mixed messages flood the beleaguered soul,
aberrant thoughts invade the minds pathway.
Hideous screams emanate from deep within,
this strange illness is without good reason.
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Perception (00068)
Art relationships
perceptual meaning
Gestalt principles
Higher order
principles exist
spatial grouping
articulated associate
combine stimuli
Gestalt laws
Combinations
dissimilar forms
similar forms
virtue grouping
factor dissimilarities
the components
kind of meaning
principle perceptually
solves differences
Whole elements
appear strongly
virtue differences

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Consciousness (00067)
Perplexing concept
ambiguously abstract
mental state subjective
first-person point of view.

Brain activity
metaphysics immortality
free will analytic mind
dualism materialism.

Neural activity
how or why brain states
explanatory gap
mind and matter.
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Careening (00066)
Careening through existence with limited vision,
the soul’s essence is condensed into a cloud
of what was and what will never be.
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Mysterious quality of enchantment (00065)
Eyes jump in pursuit of visions,
glowing orbs of plasma spew forth
releasing hordes of neural panic,
spilling colors and exotic shapes.

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Stupidity in verse (00064)
Heat filled rocks and old socks,
green garbage cans and fans.

Gooey marbles and tanks,
wondrous old stinky banks.

Clammy jars filled with fruits,
aliens dogs in suits.

Ink on a green blotter,
pickled pairs are hotter.

Piano keys with sauce,
horseradish shoes and floss.

Stop signs near edge of space,
colored cars in a race.

Police cars filled with cake,
Broken limbs of a snake.
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Burbs (00063)
Subdivision doors fling open.
Sidewalks fill with walkers
reclaiming their youthful self image.
Cars leave their suburban barns
feeding the crowded traffic lanes
with stress filled drivers.
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Exist (00062)
Desire to fill the cavernous
spiral of human existence
void of life’s purpose.

Complicated by the soul
that tries to balance
pleasure and purpose.
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Rain (00061)
Verdant blades of grass
soaked with oppressive rain
of a season gone mad.

Contorting and punishing
nature’s sublime order
with liquid abundance.
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Search(00060)
Canons of life muddle the creative spirit
and endanger the soul of discovery.

Seeking the inner core of true reason
Is the only means to finding harmony.

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Past remembered (00059)
Rain soaked papers
detailing the memories of a time without worry.
Evil symbols of doubt
reminders of past glories of a time without hope.
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False saviors(00058)
Sickness abounds in the dark recesses of an idle mind with no devices to rid the abscesses of eternal begging for mercy and pleading with inner turmoil that cannot be relieved with simple answers and clever potions provided by the false saviors of man.
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Symbolic tale (00057)
Circles, squares, triangles in a myriad of forms tell the symbolic tale of intimate encounters with the purpose of existence defined by the ever changing meanings from cultures long forgotten and clothed in mysteries that defy meaning and understanding.
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Heart of wood (00056)
Nails in the boards of sunken ships tell a story of hammers wielded by unknown craftsmen of a forgotten age. Their chiseled points find their way into the hearts of wood cleaved from a tree that stood in wait for their day without sun.
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Artist/Musician/Dancer (00055)
A musician with no sense of time
spent his life without a song,
departed earth without a whimper
alone and sad without a throng.

An artist with no sense of design
spent his life without a drawing,
departed earth with out a whimper
alone and sad and heart gnawing.

A dancer with no sense of rhyme
spent his life without movement,
departed earth without a whimper
alone and sad, no self-improvement.

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Gluttony (00054)

Strange ideas in the mind of forgotten citizens are festering and seething creating a cancerous boil that soon will burst and spew bile in the face of tedious proclamations from withered minds of kings,
princes and vile vermin who gorge themselves on the labors of the captive population and prance and dance in self indulgent gluttony.

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Government idiots (00053)

Failing facts and tracks of the soul embedded in molten fear and laden with rock of prejudice have found their way into the mind of man with no regard for eyes of immature beings that cannot hear the voice of reason which is very near yet far away in the recesses of tawdry personal stories and sickening tales of government idiots.
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Message in time (00052)

Wooden computers found in timely sand
Telephone messages from a dead man
Answer not his eerie pleas or commands
For truths and symbol abound in his plan.
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Parade (00051)

Fastidious ants plying their trade
finding their way in a parade.

Eating tiny crumbs of forgotten life
hoping nothing will end their strife.

Soon the feast will meet its end
and swollen ants will die in bed.

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Brain freeze (00050)

Pithy words and elephant toes
Indian corn and tubs of clothes
Gory geese and fermented cheese
Infinite lies and hearts in seize
Cars and life that no one savors
Computer dust and plain flavors
Silky white milk and lions heat
Houses on hills and tons of meat.
Washers and dryers of our sins
Thinning black hair and hidden tins
Chickens that roost and do not tease
Retired and old with a brain freeze.
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Children (00049)

A child’s eyes are wide open with hope
it is a sight that is pure and full of want
an for some, a colorful kaleidoscope.

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Stories (00048)

Stories hiding in the recesses of an atrophied mind,
trying to escape the ganglion entanglement.

The inner personal world is strange and unsettling,
knotted and arthritic sinew unable to ungulate.

Thoughts ricochet of walls of plaque filled veins
and pierce the grey matter with memory absences.

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Memory (00047)
When I see a symbol within a crystalline memory
lights and thoughts of doubt rise to the surface.
Illuminated pulses of matter dot an eerie sky,
streaks of ethereal lightning cut the dark ether.

When I hear a symbolic note at the edge of day,
piercing tones of unknown melodies irrupt.
Filling the vacuum of souls with a state of flux,
the cacophonous emanations laden the air.

When I taste the symbolic fodder of the cortex,
bursts of atomic energy feed capillaries of sin.
Saturating the body organs with sweet plasma
the mysterious forces attack the essence of life.

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Aren’t a poet (00046)
It is obvious that I am not a poet
I can’t rhyme or spell pimpple.
I lack formal language education
and what I do is quite dismissible,
I just publish my ignorant frustration.

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I don’t care (00045)
The cat telephoned the rat
She told him about her new hat
But he couldn’t care less about that.
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Time (00044)
Paisley carpets cover a valley floor
Only days until the dawn of the wind.
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Mind (00043)
Aztec minds and garrulous strangers
Eating and drinking the water of souls
Why do we act like we need to know
There is plenty of time for thoughts.
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Bird (00042)
Saw a sad bird in a tree today
Must have just returned from a foray
A piece of amber in his beak
Looking like he was in full retreat
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Time (00041)
Time will lapse in day or two
Fish will scream about bamboo
Heavy metal will sing it's praise
Glorious men will not be phased

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Existence (00040)
Searching and hurting on a dirt road
Aching and thinking with out a code
Wondering and praying in vain
Hoping that this is not my bane.

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Close encounter (00039)

Alien claims are not so insane
Seeing them is not so lame

Hearing them is quite okay
Listen, for you may be prey.

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The Green Man: Culture Archives

The Green Man: Culture Archives:

"Below you will see a set of the commonly used symbols and their meanings. As indicated earlier these are central Australian in origin, from the Papunya mob."

Anxiety (00038)

Anxiety filled throbbing head
bobbling and spinning like a frenzied top
How does one make it all stop.

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Avoiding life (00038)

Readings and writings and dry cleaning
painting and drawing and toddlers weaning.

Shoveling manure and finding meaning
eating and sleeping and men convening.

Mowing the grass and smoking dope
slipping and sliding and losing hope.

Life is a tenuous and fragile journey
trying to avoid a defense attorney.

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Being...

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Digital world (00037)
Cell phones and meaningless conversation
floating among the masses with no salvation.
Endless drivel and fevered obtuse speech
waves of psychotic mumblings in the breech.

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Show me the filthy lucre
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Stars in the sky

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Fantasy (00036)
Millennium fantasy of ideas in plain sight
governors and gremlins in full blown flight.

Why do we fret and weep in our tortured sleep
could it be that all we need is a heart with heat.

A quiet soul is never met with open arms
only crowds of banshees armed with charms.

When will we find the time and reason
to loosen the ties and harm of treason.

If that fateful day never comes to fruition
it is because we lack sense and intuition.
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Direction (00035)
Once a man finds direction,
no one can see the connection.

Purpose is lost in the haze of hate
wonder is lost at the garden gate.

Simple lives are open to fear
and gentle hearts often disappear.

We are lost in ominous clouds
and our minds are covered in shrouds.
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