Submissions by mjolnir (Dgim K. Bo)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Simplest thoughts. Complexest thoughts.
Like Fingers
Those fingers are not like my family’s fingers.
And it’s okay, we even voice different,
never mind the language
Small trivial
air-weight vessels.
But it’s interesting, watching…
Subjectively perceiving a blended image
The most real of dreams
Ones not fast forgotten
And how this affects everything:
It’s in the milk
it’s in the butter,
now
we eat it with strawberries.
For ever,
now. It is forever-now.
My eyes,
can be seen
watching, as with fallible grace,
the hand holds the glimmering silver spoon.
Sunshine shading...
And it’s okay, we even voice different,
never mind the language
Small trivial
air-weight vessels.
But it’s interesting, watching…
Subjectively perceiving a blended image
The most real of dreams
Ones not fast forgotten
And how this affects everything:
It’s in the milk
it’s in the butter,
now
we eat it with strawberries.
For ever,
now. It is forever-now.
My eyes,
can be seen
watching, as with fallible grace,
the hand holds the glimmering silver spoon.
Sunshine shading...
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War Machined
Why, in war, are we so taxed?
If you should wish to war,
leave your fellow man and country behind.
Go fight in the sea and drown in your pettiness.
I'm sure this slight flies by more than just I.
Those who've seen the human,
conditioned,
lecherous in sin,
unmasked and carried whimsy-less
through cold deserts and dark jungles,
through cities burning,
pungent with the acrid corpse flame
of a gas masked soldier-toy.
Memory is past, to those
who've bled deaths blood,
letting run dry
their mind with time.
...
If you should wish to war,
leave your fellow man and country behind.
Go fight in the sea and drown in your pettiness.
I'm sure this slight flies by more than just I.
Those who've seen the human,
conditioned,
lecherous in sin,
unmasked and carried whimsy-less
through cold deserts and dark jungles,
through cities burning,
pungent with the acrid corpse flame
of a gas masked soldier-toy.
Memory is past, to those
who've bled deaths blood,
letting run dry
their mind with time.
...
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Der Spiegel. Höhepunkt
Can't we just see that we are exploring reality through different experiences?
The cell divides and that is the nature of things, for all time.
We split till we die, in each iteration, a new eye for the universe.
The aire to metal, the aether between, within and without...
Maybe it is just that we are yet to master our consciousness, collectively.
There's no use in being ill willed and yet vice is a part of it all,
so although it's no use -
the dog catches rats, martyrs are ill forgotten - there are avenues and stairways,
places only the mind of man is...
The cell divides and that is the nature of things, for all time.
We split till we die, in each iteration, a new eye for the universe.
The aire to metal, the aether between, within and without...
Maybe it is just that we are yet to master our consciousness, collectively.
There's no use in being ill willed and yet vice is a part of it all,
so although it's no use -
the dog catches rats, martyrs are ill forgotten - there are avenues and stairways,
places only the mind of man is...
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yearning the time to come
true,
how could our current carnal consciousness ascend so high, so soon?
it can't, we're as ants to baboons...
.
..
...
when you creep, when you creep
when you creep, in the moonlight
you will see,
that which you did seek, each ride of your will,
to speak the utterance of joy
sparkled from the Ferris-wheel
no will contained
what horse?
release the reigns!
bridles smashing the dawn
...
..
.
ad in
░░░░░░░░fi...
how could our current carnal consciousness ascend so high, so soon?
it can't, we're as ants to baboons...
.
..
...
when you creep, when you creep
when you creep, in the moonlight
you will see,
that which you did seek, each ride of your will,
to speak the utterance of joy
sparkled from the Ferris-wheel
no will contained
what horse?
release the reigns!
bridles smashing the dawn
...
..
.
ad in
░░░░░░░░fi...
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Tracing the forest domicile
Tracing the forest domicile
away from a shadowy civilization.
A dark toiling earth,
bereft nobility and worth,
amend self-gratification.
Searing plains of adversity,
walls, ignorant, situate torn minds, once blissful.
Promise to appease,
a heavy avalanche of knees.
Thoughts in action turn choice deedful.
Yet still recede I to a cavernous mind,
meandering tunnels through questions too deep,
for beneath the surface, emptiness will seep.
Light shatters darkened forms to keep thee entwined.
Homely burrow, in a safe place....
away from a shadowy civilization.
A dark toiling earth,
bereft nobility and worth,
amend self-gratification.
Searing plains of adversity,
walls, ignorant, situate torn minds, once blissful.
Promise to appease,
a heavy avalanche of knees.
Thoughts in action turn choice deedful.
Yet still recede I to a cavernous mind,
meandering tunnels through questions too deep,
for beneath the surface, emptiness will seep.
Light shatters darkened forms to keep thee entwined.
Homely burrow, in a safe place....
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Thrown to the Coals
Thrown to the coals
that no one knows
our lives fleeting
will we ever find meaning?
In all our world, we know not the fool,
who is in our self to breed out the tool;
all angels know god
and their pick-up isn't barred.
As humans, us mammals
are like shotgun barrels.
Our tainted food not kept pure is a killer,
but as long as it lines your pockets is just filler.
On the road of the day
we carry on our way,
on a whim feel the sway..
Do we care anyway?
It seems not after years,
all that's left are fears;
of...
that no one knows
our lives fleeting
will we ever find meaning?
In all our world, we know not the fool,
who is in our self to breed out the tool;
all angels know god
and their pick-up isn't barred.
As humans, us mammals
are like shotgun barrels.
Our tainted food not kept pure is a killer,
but as long as it lines your pockets is just filler.
On the road of the day
we carry on our way,
on a whim feel the sway..
Do we care anyway?
It seems not after years,
all that's left are fears;
of...
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Mulch
Is consciousness overrated?
If early programmers coped with a room of data
that now rests upon my pinkie nail,
data so simple,
firing ones and zeros
with less complexity than a student calculator,
it could easily be equated to a simple animal,
a star or jelly fish
maybe.
Then,
let's say,
for the matter of topical fallacies,
the tetradecagon processors of tomorrow
are nearer our own cognizance,
programs shadowing programs,
platforms, flashes and bios operators.
((I suppose fungi, weeds n trees
would...
If early programmers coped with a room of data
that now rests upon my pinkie nail,
data so simple,
firing ones and zeros
with less complexity than a student calculator,
it could easily be equated to a simple animal,
a star or jelly fish
maybe.
Then,
let's say,
for the matter of topical fallacies,
the tetradecagon processors of tomorrow
are nearer our own cognizance,
programs shadowing programs,
platforms, flashes and bios operators.
((I suppose fungi, weeds n trees
would...
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Benevolent Divine
____________Oh! God who art throughout, - Our Father who art in heaven,
______________hallowed be thy presence. - hallowed be thy name.
______________________Thy kingdom come, - Thy kingdom come.
___________order, though chaos be done, - Thy will be done
____________as it is in all directions. - on earth as it is in heaven.
______Give us this day, to make better, - Give us this day our daily bread,
___and teach us the next shall suffice, - and forgive us our trespasses,
_________if we aren’t to succeed today, - as we...
______________hallowed be thy presence. - hallowed be thy name.
______________________Thy kingdom come, - Thy kingdom come.
___________order, though chaos be done, - Thy will be done
____________as it is in all directions. - on earth as it is in heaven.
______Give us this day, to make better, - Give us this day our daily bread,
___and teach us the next shall suffice, - and forgive us our trespasses,
_________if we aren’t to succeed today, - as we...
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Easel of the Shades
Satan’s flies circumnavigate and penetrate—
a constant work of unplanned mischief.
They are rare to plant themselves at once,
but being many, their effect is sown. Twisted.
Twisted, those parts of life—malicious decay,
soaring lines of wickedness that lead the fray—
are so integral. Paining young philosophers
err at gripping the reality of this fear.
- - -
Rumbles roll, and tumble. Trip the hills
and ranges and fall to soft the valleys.
Fill the pasture; wet the lips of common ilk.
Frightening! Fire dives the blotted...
a constant work of unplanned mischief.
They are rare to plant themselves at once,
but being many, their effect is sown. Twisted.
Twisted, those parts of life—malicious decay,
soaring lines of wickedness that lead the fray—
are so integral. Paining young philosophers
err at gripping the reality of this fear.
- - -
Rumbles roll, and tumble. Trip the hills
and ranges and fall to soft the valleys.
Fill the pasture; wet the lips of common ilk.
Frightening! Fire dives the blotted...
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F
Can’t.
Nought.
Time-slips.
Mind failing grip.
Erased, hazed, dazed.
Feeling one dimensional...
one-mensional.
Dead.
At rest,
as if I
was an immovable force witnessing the currents of all,
unknowingly,
permeating,
osmosizing,
through and around my little thumb twiddling self
Nought.
Time-slips.
Mind failing grip.
Erased, hazed, dazed.
Feeling one dimensional...
one-mensional.
Dead.
At rest,
as if I
was an immovable force witnessing the currents of all,
unknowingly,
permeating,
osmosizing,
through and around my little thumb twiddling self
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Death Eternal
As life itself, with access through all gates,
so too, there is no rhyme for our dark friend.
Death rose as an equal, eternal;
foreboding belligerence to all.
On roads where feet are tread to bone,
(the mar of wastelands trudged alone)
we'd rather never have to meet,
death, that bastard, warring woe;
so callous in his ways,
that all find swift defeat.
The raven's claws, the hellhound’s bark
shall beg beneath e'er silently.
Though like a thief's ignited spark
such lightning arc's reach wantonly.
...
so too, there is no rhyme for our dark friend.
Death rose as an equal, eternal;
foreboding belligerence to all.
On roads where feet are tread to bone,
(the mar of wastelands trudged alone)
we'd rather never have to meet,
death, that bastard, warring woe;
so callous in his ways,
that all find swift defeat.
The raven's claws, the hellhound’s bark
shall beg beneath e'er silently.
Though like a thief's ignited spark
such lightning arc's reach wantonly.
...
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Mein Fervour
I’m not
invincible, though
my mind
seems
to believe it is
Maybe
it comprehends
something
to which
I am
as yet
unenlightened to...
...I hold in view,
though my frame’s prone to shaking,
an imagining of post-death;
a dawn awaits aft penitent living.
Golden periphery
that we librate to see,
or at slants profess knowledge,
few are those adept
at truthful sight of thee.
I can only claim that I feel.
...Merely,
I believe
existence is energy
and any system...
invincible, though
my mind
seems
to believe it is
Maybe
it comprehends
something
to which
I am
as yet
unenlightened to...
...I hold in view,
though my frame’s prone to shaking,
an imagining of post-death;
a dawn awaits aft penitent living.
Golden periphery
that we librate to see,
or at slants profess knowledge,
few are those adept
at truthful sight of thee.
I can only claim that I feel.
...Merely,
I believe
existence is energy
and any system...
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