Poem & Quotes

Reiko

Reiko

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Just a post for the literature nerds out there who love a good poem or quote or have one of their own to share!

Feel free to share one you enjoy or made yourself ❤️🫶
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Here is one of my favorite quotes;

You are not being an escapist when you don’t feel like dealing with the drama of the day, and choose instead to go out in nature where you can be surrounded by peace and beauty. You are following the directions of the master teachers who understood and taught the stilling of the mind and the calming of the soul.
—PAXTON ROBEY​
 
Maybe she's hard for you to understand, because she has depth and passion and magic and sometimes that's too complex for small minded people. When you are accustomed to the shallow, the deep will always be intimidating. She knows who she is. It's okay if you don't.


Stephanie Bennett-Henry
 
“You don’t know what it’s like to have to pretend to be helpless just to stay safe. There’s a reason girls yell ‘fire’ instead of ‘râpe’, why we lie and say we have boyfriends instead of just saying ‘no’ when we’re not interested. Because a lot of men respect another man’s property more than they respect a woman’s right to her own body. So while I’m forced to live in a man’s world, I do what I have to do."

-J M Darhower
 
two poems by indolent schizo

My darkness shines in your eyes my silver moon Goddess
Let me live here in the past with you forever
We do not care about death or resurrection
It would be perfect were it not for the world
--
After darkness is the dawn
With rays of piercing light
Wish you could be there with me
At morning's call of death

Nevermore became my name
When you bestowed your glance
Upon this wretch undeserving
Of even the slightest chance

Someday we will find ourselves
Though people look askance
As we wind through this crooked road
Of life's absurd dance
 
three poems by indolent schizo

Blessed be our mother Rachel most precious and from heaven sent
And blessed be our father Jacob who to Hades bravely went
Blessed be our parents
And blessed be our kids
And from the ice of hell the holocaust of Psycho Cid
-
My children you are dear to me
And you can do no wrong
And to you all my children
I dedicate this song

Virgin Mother Mary
Unworthy sinners pray
That we may touch your mercy
And live another day

To our father in heaven
We give the kiss of faith
So that we can forget this world
And enter heaven's gate
-
Love is a burning flame
Unquenchable unquenched
We love just like we eat
To satisfy a hunger
That is never enough
And starving then we die
And our burning flame is snuffed
 
Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.

- Sylvia Plath, Lady Lazarus
 
a wordy poem by indolent schizo probably called Always Write from the Heart or perhaps Satan's Got the Munchies

As the conqueror worm feeds on us all, so does love. We are food for the serpent in the garden. O devouring serpent, let me linger here for a little while before you begin your repast; let me eat the fruits of my youth for only a little while longer before I taste your forbidden fruit, and you eat me, and I die. Am I so evil? Am I cast out of the body of Christ forever?

Love is the poison that sweetens the fruit of knowledge. Take me down--down--down--take me, you monster in the dark, take me down to hell, and by the grace of God I pass through the abyss into a world where it is no longer night. Angels in the realms of noon and the twelve hours of daylight beckon to me, and who can resist?

Send me to sleep in the writhing darkness of pain and nothingness. Dream the hellscapes of the unknown horrors inside the void. It is like the primal days before there was ecstasy and fallen creatures; in that primal day there was nothing but chaos and void, fire and kindling. Say not that I have done all these things in vain! Say that Jesus Christ is my Lord and savior, and it was all a bad dream!
 
Every time you kill a child
You kill the god within
Every time you kill a mum
Its an evil sin
No matter where you go
No matter where you've been
War is such a evil show
That we watch upon a screen


Why is it that calls for peace
Make you one to hate?
Why is wanting wars to cease
Is even a debate?
Why are we with this view
Smeared with such lies
And told we have no clue
With all that this implies


Follow the cash is what I say
See who war really aids
Who makes the profits today
The ones doing back door trades
Pushing for the death of many
To enrich the few
They all live with plenty
While its the poor they screw

ZombiUnicornis
 
War of Self

Death and destruction around me
Devastation for all to see
Pestilence and war all around
Peace and happiness no longer found
Bodies shredded bloodied land
Not my doing not my hand
Four riders that exist inside
There is no where to run and hide
Warmongers abide within
Destruction of self at whim

Emotional pillage is the norm
Rotting corpses nothing warm
Malevolence thrown my way
No energy to join the fray
Ghosts of past telling me no good
A failure to be understood
This is my nightmare cant you see
You understand why I cant be?
With you the way you want
All love left on the war front

ZombiUnicornis
 
ZombiUnicornis said:
Every time you kill a child
You kill the god within
Every time you kill a mum
Its an evil sin
No matter where you go
No matter where you've been
War is such a evil show
That we watch upon a screen


Why is it that calls for peace
Make you one to hate?
Why is wanting wars to cease
Is even a debate?
Why are we with this view
Smeared with such lies
And told we have no clue
With all that this implies


Follow the cash is what I say
See who war really aids
Who makes the profits today
The ones doing back door trades
Pushing for the death of many
To enrich the few
They all live with plenty
While its the poor they screw

ZombiUnicornis
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I couldn't agree more. We are all the same. We all are driven by a will to power. This world defiles itself by the very ecstasy it cherishes. Bravo. The trouble with all poets is they are too elitist. They make references to Epicurus and the god Dionysis and this classic and that symbol, and they lose the essence that is common to us all. Why can't poets write like ordinary people? Oh no, I think I just critiqued myself.
 
a contemporaneous poem about my current medication situation

schizophrenic egocentric
mind become a metric stream
take ozempic lose the heif'ric
pounds that don't make no one's dream

antiphsychotics make me fat
so I'll stop taking them that's that
but what then is in store for me
to go through life a crazed looney

abilify is a new one
it doesnt make me quite rotund
maybe I'll give that one a try
these words are true or hope to die
 
“Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly – they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced.”

― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World
 
Floating in a sea of guests
What isit with these pests
Day and night the do surround
Nothing worthy nothing profound
Perving here and perving there
Of a kick they do not care
How is they come about
With so many rules they do flout
Constantly I hit ignore
But they come back more and more
What else can I do with these pests
When floating in a sea of guests
 
Judas (there I said it)

Take your knife from out my back
Take your heart so mean and black
I don't need your war machine
I don't need your ghetto scene
Me inverted what you are
Silly with my seven stars
 
Over and Over again

Mistrust the different
Always fighting the current
Swimming to high seas
So many evil decrees
Neocons run the show
Nowhere to turn no where to go
Once again they bring wars
No justification for the cause
Sending our blood down the drain
Over and over again

Nothing changes nothing goes
Leaving us in death throws
So many blind
Led by the evil kind
Calls to awaken unheeded
Self destruction is seeded
Attack of the right and just
To them is a must
Social media run by the inane
Over and over and over again

So many tears I cry
Brought by those causing the fire
They try to justify
The destruction of those they crucify
Tearing at the heart
Putting the horse before the cart
Razor blades cut deep
Bringing wounds blood seep
Desires all lead to Cain
Over and over and over and over again

ZombiUnicornis
 
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