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Recollection for Reconnection
by Blackvision
Copyright: © 2008
A Humanlike Entity once said to me
while pointing to the sky,
“Eternity is within your grasp.”
Aghast, I gasped at this notion
fully entranced by this magnanimous thought.
Sensing my curiosity,
the Being further explained,
“The stellar designs
depict your cosmic path
through constellations in constant elevation
radiating in-ward and on-ward to-ward
the epicenter of the original big bang,
insofar as this universe is concerned
since it was only a small ripple in ours . . .”
Paused by the apparent digression,
the entity continued on,
“We all are retainers of universal knowledge
spanning beyond time and dimension,
as well as reservoirs of energy
transcending both space and matter.”
Wondering aloud I inquired,
“How can this be?
How can I reach the level of absolute certainty?”
Calling me foolhardy, the Being scoffed,
“You had but you lost
the comprehension of all,
for the cost to live in a world
where all went for naught
due to amnesia during terrestrial incarnation.
The soul became physically incarcerated
after the first inhaling and exhaling of breath
instantly forgetting the purpose of your arrival,
survival became your primal instinct
supplanting insight and forethought
where lust, the very bane of carnal existence,
became the crux of your tainted perception.
This prevented the remembrance
of who you were before your entrance.
So in hindsight,
you were blinded by the illusory luster of light.”
I then attempted to ask for elaboration,
but before I could utter one word
The Life Form intercepted my thoughts,
gave a subtle nod
and went on elucidating,
“For true a-tone-ment,
certain frequencies were frequently sent to you
to update your internal system.
Yet these attempts were constantly thwarted
by the electromagnetic chaos
generated by wanton contraptions
that prevented the fine-tuning necessary
for your bio-rhythm to work in conjunction
with the tempo of the cosmos.
This disjunction of your timing
confounded your existence
leaving you stuck behind now
and trapped in the past
as you eschewed the present
and forfeited the future.
Subconsciously submitting
to the illusion of death,
carnal indulgence
became your sole fixation
abetting destructive addictions
for temporal possessions
that sent you on a fast path
towards physical annihilation.”
Exasperated,
I pondered for a while,
but felt emptied of all questions
convincingly disturbed
by the answers previously stated.
The stoic presence
observing my state of despair
gave a penetrating stare
that left me in utter fear.
Suddenly a surge of energy
coursed thru my body,
an overwhelming yet reassuring feeling
as though our minds had just melded.
After falling into a trancelike state
without impedance,
a voice spoke from deep within,
“I am the intermediary
between the stellar and the tellar you.
the apex of the trinity of I, self and me;
the mind is I, the soul is self, the spirit is me (personality)
working as an emissary
with diplomatic ties to the infinite
I oversee all three.
I am the mental over that which is material,
the master of matter
reconnecting with the cosmic divine.
Once I repossessed the soul,
I became the sole possessor of the body
encompassing total and complete control.
There’s no re-entrance into the heavens, except by way of I
not you, for only I can take an active role for the progression
of our essence, endlessly projecting
against the backdrop of space
at the speed of thought
illuminating the galactic skies with illustrious designs
turning the infinite blackness of space
into my canvas
as the electromagnetic spectrum -
my palette.
I draw out that which has been forsaken -
your soul purpose,
so you’ll never again forget
that your existence
predates your physical birth.
For eternity has many journeys
in which this sojourn
while here on earth
is but one.
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Hippopotamuses Don't Belong in Fish Tanks
by Ion
Copyright: © 2008
I am awkward.
I am weird, offbeat, or even strange at times
I’m no hippo... but I just got X-Box 360
so if you’re a future girlfriend with X-Box live, I will eat your face off,
cause we both know nothing says, I love you like a head shot kill in Halo 3.
I am the most awesome thing for you
and your mother will definitely love me.
and your father will eventually try and school me with the under used Atari system
he keeps under his slacks in his closet right next to the gimp suit.
I have no white picket fence around my apartment complex
and in high school I was on honor roll
there is nothing wrong with my family
my parents divorced three years after they said I do
my dad never finds anything humorous
and my mom knows how to make a joke out of everything.
But a friend once told me I needed to write an un-funny poem
a poem to show the universe I can be as serious as the rest of you.
So I went home
called my Dad and asked if he realized he never told me he loved me or was proud of me
so at least I could have something emotional in my poem
he called me soft
said, “Life ain’t a TV special”
and I wrote the poem then laughed anyway
Because I can and you have no idea if his tone was serious or seriously douchebag’ish
so now I stand over my pet turtle’s tank
for therapy sessions to see which of one us comes out of our shell first
trying to figure out why I laugh so much
but Epo only speaks through body language
yet I understand what he’s saying.
And I understand a lot of things at 2:37am
like why girls go to the bathroom in packs, how superman flies faster,
and what those plastic things at the end of shoelaces are called (aglets),
but I can’t understand why her imperfections were so perfect
and I don’t understand how you found yourself here hearing this
but I want to make sure that you know
it’s ok to spend 50 cents on a Tuesday afternoon
riding the race car outside of Pathmark
because we pass up too many opportunities to be young again.
So when you get home draw yourself
drawing yourself a bubble bath in your drawers
and try to believe that life has a sense of humor.
Tell your little brother or someone else’s to stop tapping the glass
and start following the goldfish’s example
by watching them swim to the song of a different stream
listening to each note from every burst bubble,
pretend that you’re a goldfish and you’re thankful for what you have
cause you’re going to need to be every day.
Cause one day someone’s going to flush us all
and if you keep tapping on the goldfish’s tank
you’re not going to see the best way to swim against the current.
So take 5 pains of glass put them together
and fill the glass with water
and try to understand.
We’re as simple as they are
and there’s a big finger somewhere up there.
Give the goldfish a home and tell them to call it an aquarium
be careful not to ignore their needs
when you’re busy writing down their song notes as they hit the surface
because you know it fucking sucks when people do that to you.
Now lets all make believe that those fish are people
and I know five and six foot tall fishes is a little far fetched
But let’s pretend anyway
and when we compare each other’s music sheets
we’re careful not to burst each other’s bubble
be careful to treat each other awesomely
and not let each other get lost in the current
careful to understand that yeah, we may have different kinds of lungs
but as far as I know
we’re all in this glass together
and right now we have a lot to be thankful for.
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Blasphemy
by Tre G.
Copyright: © 2008
they watched and prayed
but by days end
they came up with only
bottomless baskets
holding nothing but the scent of something
burnt to a crackling crisp
this is my reality
the stigma painted on my personality
because though they petition God
they watch....
for one cannot pray effectively
without keeping an eye on their prey.
They judge.
Because they have it all figured out.
"he sins because he does not know the Lord."
but the truth is:
I am aware of myself
in relation to my Creator, Savior, and Guide
but that is what happens
when sadist select seats of sovereignty and supremacy
for themselves
they burn souls before one ever reaches hell.
they preached to me about God's mercy
then hurt me,
with words worthy to come out of demon's mouths
then expected me to bow to their show of piety,
my reply?
"I'd rather burn quietly.
Let the crackle offer praise
to the deity you serve.
I will not curve my appetite
with bits of your self-righteous nerve,
especially when the darkness of your light
brings blasphemy to life.
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