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Technosoul · Jun 16, 2008, 04:55 pm

The sky is always blue
If you rise above below
the sun is always shinning
in darkness we even know

When the music plays
and people dance in the street
bight stars will sparkle
In the eyes that you meet.

Everything is alright
When they seem strange
they just go around and around
and then they change.

Summer is forever
somewhere in the snow
When we melt
the flowers will grow.

The floods distroy
what the spirit rebuilds
with tractors to employ
we harvest these empty fields.

But what can you debate
when you find nothing to hate
What great speech shall you state
If all you can do is wait?

Technosoul · Jun 17, 2008, 02:59 pm

Junkyard dogs
and a thousand blogs
Cyberspace for opinions in globs
for the lonely hogs

Debate Debate
the same old junk
Topics going into a slump
One more pile, one more bump
You would think it was enough
the price is up at the pump
Politics on the stump
like bullfrogs they jump
to grab the vote of one more crump

While rivers break through
the security we once knew
News that is no longer new
Poems that are never though

Words like birds
with songs unheard
In the beginning was the word
leaving behind just another turd

They came like a theif in the night
gays robbing the church of their delite

Creationisms and abortions
wars and reconstructions
Controlling the guns of consitutions
Searching dreams for the solutions

Our country tis a vee
words lost in history
Sacred cows and cheese
Say not I am stupid please
unless your words are free
Tis a vee, Tis a vee
What does that mean to me
oh say I cannot see
The statue of liberty
facing the sea
Instead of on the boarder of Texas
where it should be

Is there any more hope
Will the consumers run out of dope
nay, not as long as we can still vote
We will have our Pope

(poems by technosoul)

Technosoul · Jun 18, 2008, 12:31 pm

People seldom debate a song, a poem, or a joke
God is a symbol, by which we measure our hope.
They use them only, to spam another qoute
Passing the peace pipe, for another tote.

She pours the coffee with a smile and then turns around
counting her tips, her face turns to a frown.
They sold America, to buy friends the world around.

Everyone knows that after three, love is free
The cops are writing their reports, so let it be
"can I have a another cup of java please"
A new day draws near, so let it be.

They could debate which kind of coffee is best
Debate if the words of a poem meet the test
Or if the joke was just in jest
Debate, debate, but what is the quest?

The American dream is a concept, buy which we measure our pain,
She just pours the coffee, each cup is the same.
Some who drink are poor, some have fame
The dooughnut shop is open, so in they all came.

??! · Jun 18, 2008, 10:11 pm

Beautiful Techno. You sure do have a way with words.

Technosoul · Jun 19, 2008, 04:52 pm

Emotions gathered in spinning whirlpools
igniting thoughts of energy seeking portals of expression.
Finding no place to rest in a forum of fools
and withdrawing into the fabric of the imigination.

Like bugs scampering into the drains seeking shelter from the light.
into the underworlds of darkness they take their flight.

Close the door and seal the window
The night could last forever.
For everyone looks cool in the shadow
where wrinkles of age do not matter.

The perfect monster, having forsaken it's image as god or the devil.
Howling it's mornful song from some distant, moonlite river.

The night time is the right time, to be with the one you love.
Oh mother moon, you are the glory of the sun above.

Stary eyes watching the show
as we dance through the night wraped in her glow
The shimmering snails come out of their shells when the moon is full,
Like crystal creatures in the dew drops below.

Creatrues of love in a would that consumes
the lost treasures of E den, secrets of the tomb.
Through the keyhole a beam of light shines into the room
but is it our hope or is it our doom.

Mother moon tell us of the sun that is coming soon
to dominate as the only light in the skies of blue
when stars vansish and you cannot resume
when father fire is the only one to rule the noon
when day creatures awaken to pursue
whatever it is that they wish to do.

Emotions sedated by the green peace of a woodland meadow
Listen to what the sun communicates through the trees it causes to grow.
the energy absorbed into the sweet leaf laughing in the winds that blow
Listen, listen, listen slow.
the message is manifested for all to know.

Technosoul · Jun 19, 2008, 05:11 pm

the spirits manifest in the word
If you do not agree then pick up your sword

The battlefields of the mind are won by the wars
in the forums where ideas can have battle scars

Debate, debate. It's not too late
Will you let me take over this world while you sit by and wait?

Invade the mind if you so dare
make sure your weapons are sharp and aware
A good fight I will share
For the time is all we have to rob those who care.

Technosoul · Jun 22, 2008, 12:41 am

Good, because no one wants to debate a poem then we might as well chill out and violate some other rule.

Patience in a nut shell was the topic heading and so I guess I could acturally post something about that.

About time eh, thanks for you patience in waiting for me to get around to the topic.

In society you must always pay the dues of patience when seeking to see an important person. If you want to speak to an Indian Chief on some reservation, if you want to see a Doctor, sometimes when seeking a job or to catch that big fish.

On the other hand we have lost the art of patience for most all our other activities. We have lost our patience because we have grown up in this push button age where we can get instant results.

We used to use patience to cook fine foods, to handmake fine furniture, to walk someplace we wanted to go, and to get a good education.

Now we can pop it into the micro, google up and go, drive fast cars and or ride jets, and crank up the fast music.

We are pressured to work faster, produce more, save time, and rush around here and there all day long.

Until we get stuck in traffic. Suddenly our lack of patience becomes ugly, we honk our horns and start to panic because we are forced to slow down and relax.

No time to think, only time that seems to be running out of time, deadlines and appointments, and the ever dreaded time clocks.

The old wise people would say "slow down, take time to smell the flowers, to enjoy a beautiful day". But no.
Speed rules and patience becomes a pain in our butt.

Well in my opinion you have created a big problem for your self and for society as a whole with this new rat race mentality.

And so what should you do about it? Sorry, I got no quick fix for you all. No instant cure.

You will have to wait.
and as long as you are waiting around with nothing else to do, you might as well help out with a few chores.

Ever pick potatos?

Technosoul · Jun 22, 2008, 02:05 pm

She comes dressed in parables
Her sweetness seems undebatable
and yet, in weakness not defendable
These poems of a spirit not reachable

In the womb of my mind the pores find fertle ground
in secret I labor with them, and and due season bring them forth saying "behold, the son of the word that was in the beginning".
Living, reproducing, unending.

Never aborted, never distroyed by war
like redwood trees they yearn to grow tall.
to reach the light, and the end of where we are

Mushroom fields forever

Magically appearing on the foggy morn
A sign for the seekers of the dawn
But if they dare from earth be drawn
both good and evil lurks, so they forewarn

Let the waters be called the sea
Let the dry places be called land
Let the light be called day
Let the darkness be called night

So be it.

The word was learned, which nature spoke
Around the campfires they come to qoute
The storeyteller will never croke
begatting schools that their seeds would envoke.

A family bible passed down from generation to generation.

The sins of Adam passed down from generation to generation.

Hear ye Hear ye, mythological ones, bow to the Myth that made you the ones. The magic of words like a web was spun, wrapped in it's cocoon the fly cannot be undone. Stuggle as you will your days of fight are done, this web of words you have become.

Jun 16, 2008, 04:55 pm	#1 (permalink) (top)
Technosoul Volcanic Erupter Posts: 8,663	Patience in a nutshell. The sky is always blue If you rise above below the sun is always shinning in darkness we even know When the music plays and people dance in the street bight stars will sparkle In the eyes that you meet. Everything is alright When they seem strange they just go around and around and then they change. Summer is forever somewhere in the snow When we melt the flowers will grow. The floods distroy what the spirit rebuilds with tractors to employ we harvest these empty fields. But what can you debate when you find nothing to hate What great speech shall you state If all you can do is wait?

Jun 17, 2008, 02:59 pm	#2 (permalink) (top)
Technosoul Volcanic Erupter Posts: 8,663	Junkyard dogs and a thousand blogs Cyberspace for opinions in globs for the lonely hogs Debate Debate the same old junk Topics going into a slump One more pile, one more bump You would think it was enough the price is up at the pump Politics on the stump like bullfrogs they jump to grab the vote of one more crump While rivers break through the security we once knew News that is no longer new Poems that are never though Words like birds with songs unheard In the beginning was the word leaving behind just another turd They came like a theif in the night gays robbing the church of their delite Creationisms and abortions wars and reconstructions Controlling the guns of consitutions Searching dreams for the solutions Our country tis a vee words lost in history Sacred cows and cheese Say not I am stupid please unless your words are free Tis a vee, Tis a vee What does that mean to me oh say I cannot see The statue of liberty facing the sea Instead of on the boarder of Texas where it should be Is there any more hope Will the consumers run out of dope nay, not as long as we can still vote We will have our Pope (poems by technosoul)

Jun 18, 2008, 12:31 pm	#3 (permalink) (top)
Technosoul Volcanic Erupter Posts: 8,663	People seldom debate a song, a poem, or a joke God is a symbol, by which we measure our hope. They use them only, to spam another qoute Passing the peace pipe, for another tote. She pours the coffee with a smile and then turns around counting her tips, her face turns to a frown. They sold America, to buy friends the world around. Everyone knows that after three, love is free The cops are writing their reports, so let it be "can I have a another cup of java please" A new day draws near, so let it be. They could debate which kind of coffee is best Debate if the words of a poem meet the test Or if the joke was just in jest Debate, debate, but what is the quest? The American dream is a concept, buy which we measure our pain, She just pours the coffee, each cup is the same. Some who drink are poor, some have fame The dooughnut shop is open, so in they all came.

Jun 18, 2008, 10:11 pm	#4 (permalink) (top)
??! Selfish shellfish Location: Ohio... Posts: 217	Beautiful Techno. You sure do have a way with words.

Jun 19, 2008, 04:52 pm	#5 (permalink) (top)
Technosoul Volcanic Erupter Posts: 8,663	Emotions gathered in spinning whirlpools igniting thoughts of energy seeking portals of expression. Finding no place to rest in a forum of fools and withdrawing into the fabric of the imigination. Like bugs scampering into the drains seeking shelter from the light. into the underworlds of darkness they take their flight. Close the door and seal the window The night could last forever. For everyone looks cool in the shadow where wrinkles of age do not matter. The perfect monster, having forsaken it's image as god or the devil. Howling it's mornful song from some distant, moonlite river. The night time is the right time, to be with the one you love. Oh mother moon, you are the glory of the sun above. Stary eyes watching the show as we dance through the night wraped in her glow The shimmering snails come out of their shells when the moon is full, Like crystal creatures in the dew drops below. Creatrues of love in a would that consumes the lost treasures of E den, secrets of the tomb. Through the keyhole a beam of light shines into the room but is it our hope or is it our doom. Mother moon tell us of the sun that is coming soon to dominate as the only light in the skies of blue when stars vansish and you cannot resume when father fire is the only one to rule the noon when day creatures awaken to pursue whatever it is that they wish to do. Emotions sedated by the green peace of a woodland meadow Listen to what the sun communicates through the trees it causes to grow. the energy absorbed into the sweet leaf laughing in the winds that blow Listen, listen, listen slow. the message is manifested for all to know.

Jun 19, 2008, 05:11 pm	#6 (permalink) (top)
Technosoul Volcanic Erupter Posts: 8,663	the spirits manifest in the word If you do not agree then pick up your sword The battlefields of the mind are won by the wars in the forums where ideas can have battle scars Debate, debate. It's not too late Will you let me take over this world while you sit by and wait? Invade the mind if you so dare make sure your weapons are sharp and aware A good fight I will share For the time is all we have to rob those who care.

Jun 22, 2008, 12:41 am	#7 (permalink) (top)
Technosoul Volcanic Erupter Posts: 8,663	Good, because no one wants to debate a poem then we might as well chill out and violate some other rule. Patience in a nut shell was the topic heading and so I guess I could acturally post something about that. About time eh, thanks for you patience in waiting for me to get around to the topic. In society you must always pay the dues of patience when seeking to see an important person. If you want to speak to an Indian Chief on some reservation, if you want to see a Doctor, sometimes when seeking a job or to catch that big fish. On the other hand we have lost the art of patience for most all our other activities. We have lost our patience because we have grown up in this push button age where we can get instant results. We used to use patience to cook fine foods, to handmake fine furniture, to walk someplace we wanted to go, and to get a good education. Now we can pop it into the micro, google up and go, drive fast cars and or ride jets, and crank up the fast music. We are pressured to work faster, produce more, save time, and rush around here and there all day long. Until we get stuck in traffic. Suddenly our lack of patience becomes ugly, we honk our horns and start to panic because we are forced to slow down and relax. No time to think, only time that seems to be running out of time, deadlines and appointments, and the ever dreaded time clocks. The old wise people would say "slow down, take time to smell the flowers, to enjoy a beautiful day". But no. Speed rules and patience becomes a pain in our butt. Well in my opinion you have created a big problem for your self and for society as a whole with this new rat race mentality. And so what should you do about it? Sorry, I got no quick fix for you all. No instant cure. You will have to wait. and as long as you are waiting around with nothing else to do, you might as well help out with a few chores. Ever pick potatos?

Jun 22, 2008, 02:05 pm	#8 (permalink) (top)
Technosoul Volcanic Erupter Posts: 8,663	She comes dressed in parables Her sweetness seems undebatable and yet, in weakness not defendable These poems of a spirit not reachable In the womb of my mind the pores find fertle ground in secret I labor with them, and and due season bring them forth saying "behold, the son of the word that was in the beginning". Living, reproducing, unending. Never aborted, never distroyed by war like redwood trees they yearn to grow tall. to reach the light, and the end of where we are Mushroom fields forever Magically appearing on the foggy morn A sign for the seekers of the dawn But if they dare from earth be drawn both good and evil lurks, so they forewarn Let the waters be called the sea Let the dry places be called land Let the light be called day Let the darkness be called night So be it. The word was learned, which nature spoke Around the campfires they come to qoute The storeyteller will never croke begatting schools that their seeds would envoke. A family bible passed down from generation to generation. The sins of Adam passed down from generation to generation. Hear ye Hear ye, mythological ones, bow to the Myth that made you the ones. The magic of words like a web was spun, wrapped in it's cocoon the fly cannot be undone. Stuggle as you will your days of fight are done, this web of words you have become.