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Since: Apr 08

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#26025 Apr 24, 2013
Stellar? They have no idea what they are messing with.

as you and I both know by the '6's he will come and it is written by the 6's he will fall.

this is getting redundant but I must allow in order to reach the dense matter bound intellect of the average reactionary consciousness today repetition is often called for.

as children we are taught 1 plus 1 is 2 until we get it. whatever sense can then be made of it going forward another matter.

the numerological research will be met with scorn in todays world , and of little time there is to waste on those of ridicule. that said my good friend ....
1848 Wasington Monument ground breaking begins
+ 66 yrs
___
1914 WW 1
august 1945 two atomic bombs drop on Japan
+ 66 yrs?
the Washington Monument is closed for repairs ( to say the least)
august 2011

Footage of Washington Monument during quake

Level 6

Since: Dec 12

Yes, I'm an Atheist.

#26026 Apr 24, 2013
PERSONIFICATION DeVINE wrote:
:
:
:
My hands
open the curtains
of your being
clothe you
in a further nudity
uncover the bodies
of your body
My hands
invent another body
for your body......
:
:
:
http://nevana.blogspot.com.au/2008/05/my-hand...
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#26027 Apr 24, 2013
LupyLu wrote:
I tell you one thing....This poem is by Octavio Paz, well is a translation... you should write to the author and the note the title, dont you think?
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#26028 Apr 25, 2013
Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, greed
The allure of lust confused with need

Fear, fear of floating or falling
Crying to feel the sting of your bawling

Anger, anger, joyful or sad
It hurts so much

But it's not so bad.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#26029 Apr 25, 2013
Blessed are the Ignorant

Of the Original Darkness none now speak
For most hearts skip straight towards the Light.
Utter silence with no whispering engagement,
And a void indescribable, save by the deepest parts of the mind,
Cold, cavernous, unholy, and riddled with pitfalls.
In this dream before the Creator spoke,
Is where I find myself, sweating and frozen.
Every idea and thought strikes the unformed conscience as
Base, and empty, devoid of vision and purpose,
Like an unborn child growing in the womb.
Yet, touching, through a perceived gap of a million miles,
Three inches away, on the edge of reality there exists warmth,
There exists love.
This entity holds back, impatiently waiting,
Waiting to grasp my hand and show me the light.
The void I rule trembles, then shakes violently.
Waves and waves of energy whisper gently,
Caressing my recently formed ears.
"Let there be Light."
"Let there be Life."
Slowly and instinctively, I adjust to the notion of direction.
From below, yes, this comes from under,
A light it must be.
Some force is pulling me towards this phenomenon,
outside the comforting darkness, away from my certainty.
Silhouettes block the full view of this opposing reality,
And these shadows respond as I desire them to.
Spinning, spiraling, tumbling, and redirected,
This realm of mine closes in and squeezes tight and close.
Every point of this corporeal form realizes its existence,
And the connection between them and I, or maybe,
Us.
Steadily approaching and shining brighter,
A world unknown reaches forward to assimilate.
My cold home finally turns about and heaves.
Once again I'm floating,
Save that on this occasion I seem to be floating
Down
Down
Down.
Suddenly this new planet becomes flat,
And pain replaces the pleasure of hovering.
Of all the things to perceive, the first to find
Happens to be a gritty, rough, immovable mass.
From this infant introduction to the physical,
I try to move this newfound body upward.
All the ground around me is slick, and oily,
Coated thoroughly in birthing fluid.
After a few eternal moments,
My just discovered limbs adjust and push me
Into an upright standing position.
Shoulders hunched, I survey this form I own.
Within the thin sheen of liquid,
There stands a white body that the light surrounds
And is reflected to leave a strange glow.
Just below my vision I have appendages,
To the right,
And to the left.
Both are moveable and also own attachments,
Ten to be exact,
Save two that seem to disagree with the others.
Below these and more centered,
Another pair of limbs exists.
Again, one on the right
And one to the left,
But both are planted and immovable,
Stuck in the rut I placed them.
Oddly enough, a tube of sorts
Is attached to my middle,
And it leads away, up into the sky.
Pulsing, beating, this umbilical connection
Feeds
Me.
It satisfies.
Flowing continually with knowledge,
Good,
Evil,
And all the grey between.
Increasingly, bit by precious bit,
My realm of consciousness expands.
This pipeline's sustenance courses through my veins,
As I'm told the nature of my existence.
Like Eve's Luciferian Serpent,
The vine snaking away leads me into "reality".
Awareness, then Comprehension, then Understanding
Leaving me naked and confused,
With no direction.

Continues......
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#26030 Apr 25, 2013
.....All the known
Facts and fiction
Make the world
Respond violently.
Spinning,
Spinning,
S
P
I
R
A
L
I
N
G

All of existence
Rotating in a Daze.
My mind opened too quickly,
Like a video of a Flower growing in Fast Forward.
At first so quiet and immature.
Now the voice screams and echoes,
"LET THERE BE LIGHT".
Why awake to this existence?
Why bring me out from ignorance?
My rut no longer holds sway and my feet move.
Faster and faster
Blindly continuing, nothing can stop me now.
Running and running till abruptly,
As if from nowhere,
A Mirror,
Pretending to be a

W
A
L
L.

The pretense fooled even my newly educated mind.
Flat on my back in a drugged daze,
Brain racing, though the body halted.
Distressed eyes follow the source of
Knowledge up and up, still connected
to me, and its tributary of conscience.
Rising up, I gaze into the mirror,
Held fast by the stunned reflection.
How could this be?
Who is this person staring back at me?
Without thought, my hands reach up
And touch the surface.
Smooth.
Cool.
Clear, yet there must be a malfunction.

My skin was white and unstained.
This fellow is grey and oily,
And his eyes are only half alive.
What's happening?
He's infecting me, I look like him.
This cannot be,
Must not be.
How could I be impure, tainted?
Shadows distort the vision in front.
The cord!
The free offer of a release from ignorance,
The connection that brings knowledge
Must be severed.
Staring into the mirror, both hands twisted around
The thread of idiocy as if to strangle,
Murder.
Pull one way,
Then the other,
And back again.
On and on
Until finally,
I pulled outward.
The reflection screams silently,
As blood and bodily fluids arc through the air
from the hole where Intelligence previously penetrated.

Slick with the oil on the surface, my grey hands
Slip and slide across the hole trying to
Hold me together.
In this cruel world, this body curled up
And slept away the physical pain,
The emotional pain,
The mental pain,
The anguish of existence.
"Awaken".
"Awaken". "Awaken".
"Awaken".­ "Awaken".
"Awaken". "Awaken".
"Awaken".
Echoing through the emptiness,
And surrounding like a prayer,
This word spoken like an omen
And command filled the air,
Somewhat like a dare,
Minus the usual flair,
With no room to spare,
I obey.
Again I see my reflection,
And for all my hate,
There is also love
For the dilapidated,
depressed figure filling my vision.
Here, now alone with myself,
I break away from the previous,
Placing the extremes on a shelf,
Like the joyful and the devious.
Then the world around
Begins to mist and fade,
There exists no solid ground,
In this façade.

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Since: Jul 11

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#26031 Apr 25, 2013
It just hurts to think you may never see/hear from a friend again.

Since: Feb 10

Location hidden

#26032 Apr 25, 2013
LOL... I made too much noise in Yahoo...now they are censoring my posts hahahhaha..
Up on their top stories is one about conspiracies. I had this to say why the bombing in Boston ( the subject) generates conspiricies.

To ‘conspire’ means literally for two or more people to meet in a room and ‘breathe the same air.”
From Old Franch (14c)‘conspierer , and from Latin “conspirare” to agree, unite or plot, literally ‘to breathe together from ‘com-together+ spiare” to breathe ( see also ‘spirit’n.)
That said a board meeting can be seen as a conspiracy. The two Boston Bombers ‘conspired’ by themselves or with the help of others which is where the plot thickens.

We all know from the JF Kennedy assassination whose records are sealed until some 2027 that this in and of itself represent a conspiracy or otherwise what is the official story would not need to hold back ‘secret meetings and revelations’ in such records which may harm the narrative which has for decades been presented as facts.

One of the promises William J. Clinton made while campaining was ‘ I will when I become President order all remaining records now sealed be open on the John Kennedy assassination.” Did that happen? No, it did not happen which then creates another well deserved conspiracy.

“ROCK ON ROCKERS!!”

Level 8

Since: Mar 11

Rockin' USA ;)

#26033 Apr 25, 2013
Ever know how the weekend comes by soooo quickly..

Level 6

Since: Dec 12

Yes, I'm an Atheist.

#26034 Apr 25, 2013
Something.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#26035 Apr 25, 2013
You are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?

closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.

Level 2

Since: Apr 11

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#26036 Apr 26, 2013
Love thy neighbour as thy self.

Level 6

Since: Dec 12

Yes, I'm an Atheist.

#26037 Apr 26, 2013
PERSONIFICATION DeVINE wrote:
You are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.
I like that one, where did you get it from?
Not being a biotch, just want to read more.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#26038 Apr 26, 2013
LupyLu wrote:
<quoted text>
I like that one, where did you get it from?
Not being a biotch, just want to read more.
A good prospector "never brought all his labor to town", there was some proper eitiquette for prospecting, the first rule of mine being, "Never ever let anyone know what you've found"...not even the Topix Police because they'll never kept their mouth shut....sorry Lu.

anyway....

Just stick with me sugar, an you'll be wearing diamonds......

Level 6

Since: Dec 12

Yes, I'm an Atheist.

#26039 Apr 26, 2013
Lmhao @'topix police'.

Fair enough ;p

“frequently laughing”

Level 8

Since: Apr 09

Hotel California

#26040 Apr 26, 2013
Come in, come in to my parlor said the spider to the fly.

Level 9

Since: Jul 11

Location hidden

#26041 Apr 26, 2013
Hope my friend never forgets me and stay in touch..
Ozzie

Oakley, CA

#26042 Apr 26, 2013
smiling...

after all these years.

~Oz

“Hold on to my waist ”

Level 6

Since: Jun 11

And push and pull

#26043 Apr 26, 2013
Think how it could have been..;o)

Level 8

Since: Dec 10

Location hidden

#26044 Apr 26, 2013
Has anyone really seen the singing group "Doors Open"? Every concert I've gone to have them listed first in the ads, but I've never seen them.

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