post your poetic nonsense

[dogchow108]

Perhaps the grass was meant to tread through. Perhaps this is why it is so resilient as a community.

I wonder what this says about herds of buffalo.

[master splinter]

Its funny,

when the money runs out...

All of a sudden, life is filled with so much doubt.

Im at a crossroads, without any guidance, so im guessing.

At times i am the blind leader, waiting in vain for a blessing.

They say only the strong, but sometimes you see the strong die first,

The weak can only see it as a lesson learned.

In this reality, those who choose not to see,

Have the potential, to create a sea of those who cant see.

Just like a cancer,

And their excuse is to amputate me.

I step on ants sometimes, because maybe i dont care,

but maybe i would think twice if i saw them there...unless i was hungry.

Sometimes i feel like jesus or buddha, being led to the slaughter.

We only love them because theyre martyrs,

warm blooded but cold hearted.

Sometimes i have more faith in nothing, because it never fails,

A dark abyss where the deepest of my thoughts dwell.

To manifest in this dream we call reality.

Take a look, on the floor, there is a dying leaf.

[liutangsanzang]

Ignorance and evil arent they empty,

feeling love is to fill in a dream

where the buda is 4ever happy?

[master splinter]

I like this, its from the bibble.


O lord God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee: Let my prayer come before thee: incline thine ear unto my cry;
For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength:
Free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand.
Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps.
Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. Selah.
Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me; thou hast made me an abomination unto them: I am shut up, and I cannot come forth.
Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.
Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead? shall the dead arise and praise thee? Selah.
Shall thy lovingkindness be declared in the grave? or thy faithfulness in destruction?
Shall thy wonders be known in the dark? and thy righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
But unto thee have I cried, O LORD; and in the morning shall my prayer prevent thee.
LORD, why castest thou off my soul? why hidest thou thy face from me?
I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.
Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; thy terrors have cut me off.
They came round about me daily like water; they compassed me about together.
Lover and friend hast thou put far from me, and mine acquaintance into darkness.