I think I have a biorhythm that goes between social theorist to ranter
to comic to techie to poet on about a 2.5 month cycle. (not sure if
that's right). Here's more mental "download" in "stanza"...minimally
poetic...about myself from an outside/inside view and an expression of
how bizarre it can be sometimes. I've created a bit of steganography
but wouldn't expect anyone to get it. It's actually in another
language. Kudos if you do....it's pretty simple pattern-wise.
Anyhow...just have fun reading...I won't be giving the answer....it's a
little too personal....
My Surreality.
The simple man like a duck
Stepped on the simple path
His short careless gait
But fast with a purpose.
A syncopation of syncopy.
And an innner playing symphony
Lite his flowered plains within
Unscathed except by a smoke glass tower
With the crooked elevator with just one button
On this floor, two cherubim on gliding chairs
Visit in the conference room with
The Sole Controller of the Intraverse
What will it be today?
Check with Chance and Report it to the Mirror
Tonight you will go there then?
Not right away, that Kami stared me in the face again.
Tomorrow he'll will be back,
Grab the wand I've disguised as a pencil
And banish the paper it lives on.
And yes, he'll report to you again
At the Realm of the Giant Matryoshka Poppet.
So we can vacation aftewards at the Star Beach there.
So his feet swift running from vanity to vanity
To a froth of fleeting joy, cannot interrupt me anymore.
For the travelling autistic
With the coat of many pockets
Girded with a rope and the Ballpoint Wand
Will not be disturbed on vacations.
In this dimension,
The magical norms are moot
And the company more keen
And more dangerous too
And it has many ends.
And the trick is to carry it all back
>From that domain to here
Where mundane peace rules.
Where I walk, and think, walk and think.
As days go by, in a candle flame
Of meditation so deep,
It awakens with pins and needles lasting hours.
And hours while now reminescing it all to word.
On a mundane but clever meeting place
Called the A.S.A. of the N.N.T.P. net.
Where one's audience is yet another fleeting world.
H
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şT
L'autisme c'est moi
"Space folds, and folded space bends, and bent folded space contracts and
expands unevenly in every way unconcievable except to someone who does not
believe in the laws of mathematics"
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V.
"Hylander" <john....@gmail.com> wrote in message
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Heheh ;D But didn't your mum teach you to capitalize all proper nouns?
Tegatoo is not to be taken lightly no? And is there that much
difference between the Intraverse and the Universe? :>
H
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> þT
Yer a sweetie V. I was thinking this would just float on through as a
one post thread through the annals of asa and today, not zero but two
responses. I'm a little shy of compliments but it's very nice you
posted anything. I'd even like your harshest critiques. :>
H
Hmm,,, my harshest critiques would only be for
the feel and sound of the words as
I am No Scholar.....
I started writing poetry when I was about 9 years old,,
But I only wrote it when I felt I had some kind of
other worldly drive to let the words flow,,
Hard to explain,,, kind of like tapping into some
etheric phone line :) Haha! yep well,,,, that stems from
being raised christian and watching too much TV ! :-)
Arf... :-)
Anyway My Dear,,,,,, enough of my ramblings...
Hugs,,
V.
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şT
L'autisme c'est moi
"Space folds, and folded space bends, and bent folded space contracts and
expands unevenly in every way unconcievable except to someone who does not
believe in the laws of mathematics"
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as I recall the gross weight of Tegatoo is about twice that of
Timbuktu..