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Stream of conscience

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brian madden
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0 posted 05-18-2000 05:14 PM       View Profile for brian madden   Email brian madden   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for brian madden

Sailing through a stream of conscience,
gliding gently over this reflective surface
paddling with a shovel, to unearth
all my past whispers and future promises.
I am to myself on this journey, seated
on the crafted bark of a fallen great Oak.
Gaze at the sky to where God holds his high throne,
I am stunned of breath at this bright blue ceiling
stretching to infinity over all celestial planes.
Its towers over my dwarfed insignificance.
The answers don't lie in the tranquilliser clouds  
where birds glide on the wind of dreams
and spirits fall dumb in lack of oxygen.      

Little islands of failed ideology clot the waters
gives sanctuary to the masses who follow blindly.
Encountering cannibals of independent thought,
It is suggested to adopt the masks all ethic tribe;
to sink into their traditions as brutal savages,
but I have focus and clarity of soul.  
Lost to a destination unknown,
staring through the fresh waters
observing in silent denial the ghost of my
reflection in constant change
until it is unrecognisable, incomprehensible.
My youthfulness is eternal decay,
drained to nourish an expanding intellect.
Burdened with empty knowledge
scratched upon my face,
tangled barbed ivy conceals
identity in chaotic overgrowth.

Memory is malleable, contoured to suit
a present purpose, each distortion
peels away a layer of truth, until
it fades as a falsely construed photograph.
My mind holds jagged shards of images
that will not gel together,
as a puzzle without resolve.
I am sailing for twenty years at least though
I only just became sentient to this world.
At first there chaos plagued the mind, unable to grasp its complexity.
Now my personality is at calm with its Siamese self,
they are lovers under duress
of my obsessions.
Death and beauty are statuettes of darker seeds,
where shallow God falls I rise in
streams of conscienceness
fragmented visions flow
seamlessly from tributaries of psyche.    






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netswan
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1 posted 05-18-2000 05:16 PM       View Profile for netswan   Email netswan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit netswan's Home Page   View IP for netswan

Whoa, Deep, Brian --
Siamese twins what great imagery.

netswan
Janet Marie
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2 posted 05-18-2000 05:52 PM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

see...I just knew this was gonna happen...
I saw it coming...
you just went so deep... and right over my mortal head at the same time.
damn your good at this.

>The answers don't lie in the tranquilliser clouds  
where birds glide on the wind of dreams
and spirits fall dumb in lack of oxygen.<
( yep...thats me...falling dumb)  
--------------
but I have focus and clarity of soul.  
Lost to a destination unknown,
staring through the fresh waters
observing in silent denial the ghost of my
reflection in constant change
until it is unrecognisable, incomprehensible.
My youthfulness is eternal decay,
drained to nourish an expanding intellect.
( yep thats you...EXPANDING is an understatement)
-------------
I only just became sentient to this world.
At first there chaos plagued the mind, unable to grasp its complexity.
Now my personality is at calm with its Siamese self,
they are lovers under duress
of my obsessions.<<
( very cool) (i call it my gemini duality)
thou some call it multiple personalities LOL
----------------------
Death and beauty are statuettes of darker seeds,
where shallow God falls I rise in
streams of conscienceness
fragmented visions flow
seamlessly from tributaries of psyche.

(HUH?)  you scare me...you truly scare me.
awesome my poetic prince.
now excuse me while I get my dictionary out and figure out this poem *smile*
later-genius-gator
jm  
      
Marge Tindal
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3 posted 05-18-2000 09:05 PM       View Profile for Marge Tindal   Email Marge Tindal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Marge Tindal's Home Page   View IP for Marge Tindal

Brian~
It's as though you've sat the Vision Quest and had the ancient fathers lay the words at your feet.
Very moving and intensely felt.
Your calm acceptance exudes serenity, yet welcomes what is to come with anticipatory sensing.
So it is ...
~*Marge*~



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Janet Marie
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4 posted 05-18-2000 11:40 PM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

YEA>>>WHAT MARGE SAID>> THAT WAS WHAT I MEANT TO SAY!! LOL  
well, that was what I was GONNA say AFTER I looked up the big words in the dictionary.
REALLY!! I WAS!!
(why are you looking at me like that?) LOL

had to come by and read this gem once more.
still in awe.
jm
Marge Tindal
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5 posted 05-18-2000 11:57 PM       View Profile for Marge Tindal   Email Marge Tindal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Marge Tindal's Home Page   View IP for Marge Tindal

Janet~
Get that straw out of the coffee pot !
No more caffeine for you tonight !  
~*Marge*~


 ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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brian madden
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6 posted 05-19-2000 01:44 PM       View Profile for brian madden   Email brian madden   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for brian madden

Thanks net swan, I guess I went a bit freudian with that one. It all just came together maybe it the voice of my siamese self telling me what to write.

Don't be scared Janet, I am just pretending to be intellectual. I guess its time I owned up I am holding Sylvia Plath and Dlyan Thomas and forcing them to write poems and taking the credit.  

Marge, the Vision Quest? now I am confused
but thanks, that sounds like a good idea.

Thanks for all your comments, as I have said before you are all too kind.  
Corinne
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7 posted 05-19-2000 07:10 PM       View Profile for Corinne   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Corinne

Really intriguing, Brain, and you do sound intelligent, and thoughtful.

Corinne
 
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