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This is a section of my old poetry blog
shem-hammephorash
that everything is self actualizing
god is reaching
for the god that it is in
we struggle with mounts
our quality becomes sin
when we lose sight of what counts

posted by hawlmnyair at 1:56 PM 1 comments
Thursday, October 27, 2005
calls for answers
questions
harolding answers
birthing confusion
embraced buy the illusion
thought it'd save my soul
from another mans dream

graceful and flowing
bearing gifts of misfortune
seeds of your passion
now we're back to why
we ask questions
wet my lips of this
to place a foot back in

posted by hawlmnyair at 1:40 PM 0 comments
...and the pendulum swings
one early morning my determination left
hanging its head in sadist grieving
never could have thought that
courage could russel
later that evening
when weakness planted its seed
bearing impotent fruits of disidgous trees
in an illusive game to fullfill our imagination
weakness now comes from courage

posted by hawlmnyair at 1:36 PM 0 comments
Saturday, September 24, 2005
dementias nonscence

youre filling in with so many frequencies
try to adjust so that it comes with ease
notes bound us to our new found
dementia
relative individualisms choice to reflect
lunacy is sanity
evolve that empathicly
born in a world that when choices grow
throws you on a path thats long and narrow
take a reciet cause yah just bought another day
to wunder again
what would happen if you could evaporate
reinstate anarchy
to that degree of the nature of beauty

changing channels
scattering animal
subconscious fragments
cosmogonies vagrant

wrote nonscence before sciences concience
justiculating the absurd
she said an oath was word
impact the length you held on to honour



posted by hawlmnyair at 11:12 AM 0 comments
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
horizons of aphorisms
all is mind above or below
manifesting through the polarity of gender
vibrations corresponding to its rhythm
within or without

The all is mind
manifested through the priciple of gender
interaction influence
polarity is a spectrum of vibrations
everything vibrates

posted by hawlmnyair at 10:45 AM 0 comments
maya
so real of a fealing its decieving
leaving this body for a fealing
this one indefinable
realisticly reasonable
idealisticly beautiful

posted by hawlmnyair at 10:42 AM 1 comments
symbiotic social insanity
In an ocean of lights and mind
resembling an autistic child
a mothers comforting contact
with a familiar breath
watching you grow
is to see your satisfaction
evolving symbiosis

posted by hawlmnyair at 10:39 AM 0 comments
they
A schizophrenic world
of annexers and conquistars
salutations to a flag unfirled
common ground is its beauty
dystopia its sin
whats wrong if no one knows better
whats right if theres nothing left


sauntering like death taking a life time to get to where I'm going
reveling in discrimination enthusiastically meandering
until i find my self waking up in the house of sleep tomorrow morningSunday, June 12, 2005
a voice to carry with
Three days down a long road
during winter twighlight, the release of shadows untold
while my mind strays my eyes stay fixed ahead
for looking back leads to wondering
that i'm somewhere that footprints disappear when tread
and the wind with a voice of a child tells me there is no reason for leaving

birds begin to chirp a song for me
to forget time if time is free
might as well dream of my house
or stare into the woods and watch my fears cascading
anything to ignore the wind at my blouse
still the voice of a child tells me there's no reason for leaving

the comfort of sleeping caught me that december morning
trailing after was the thought of caffeine
a sudden out burst of laughter
disarms the wind of its treason
relieving my fear of its stature
still the voice of the child tells me theres no reason

i rest for a moment as my feet feal embraced
selfishly frost shows its distate
the wind continues down the road
i fallow closely at its back while i fallow the season
the voice of a child asks me why its so cold
i reply that i was told there is no reason

posted by hawlmnyair at 7:24 PM 0 comments
spoken words
"unless"
There was an unspoken moment
A silence where i sighed in antisipated agreement
Never spoken word but a notion ive already felt
As if we already new the cards that destinies dealt

"being"
A part of a continues history
Unconcious fealings know spoken words mistery
Concentric equations determining with a future present
Living in a ripple undefined by the notion you represent

"individuals"
We are what we are i had said
She replied that's the best question i've heard yet
It wasn't on the t.v. set
nnnnnnoooooo, something i read

"we except"
seperation of the self from being cuts an imbilical cord
we look to others for what they may have to love or steal
disconnected the womb remains real
so far away walking and the connections not explored

posted by hawlmnyair at 7:05 PM 1 comments
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
soundless fury
go set forth
declare the validity
of the stains of your hate
how your hands wont wash clean
because you never really wanted them to

raise your glass a toast to vagrance
another name without face
isnt it easier that way
you complacent idealess

but thank you
though you may not care
show someone the way
its up to them to take it
so dont be so offended
when you get no credit

it never was between you and them or i was it
weary of the tail of a harlet
its a sacrifice lost in a mere moment

posted by hawlmnyair at 10:55 PM 0 comments
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Sanctioning The Dream
you walk around with you're head in the clouds
everything touched turns to sand
a man of gold as the story is told
will confuse wealth and greead
success in happiness
for those who consume only what they need
why take pride in aiding the riches monopoly
investing in economics is giving back to slavery
eyes of the world fixed on t.v
.not all of our youth can see passed consumerism
managers of democracy making desicions
i'd rather live in true communism
taking it down one step at a time i'd like to start with you
so spread the word to open ears the voice of society can release us from our prison

posted by hawlmnyair at 3:38 PM 0 comments
sum of your personalities
Hallowed and constantly fathered by denial
saw you on a mantel piece
awoken by a book to read
wasn't enough to sell your soul away
although you don't believe
thought it was incase it's all a dream
Someone bought you sampling desire
told you when to show some standards
drew a line between your low and higher
divisions of your silent sence of ethics
suffering never was a benefit
i'd like to tell you otherwise
Who would listen to a blind man and the story of his vision
how much clearer its become since distance became distancing
and something fell away from me
that is to say, as already said
incase it is all a dream

posted by hawlmnyair at 3:34 PM 0 comments
Woven Momentum
Time made spaces with momentum
Tasteless and fruitfully flavoured
perceptive measurements manifest a system
here hides a shadows reflection

Dear truth knew she was a lie
and answered only in questions
will analyzing realities design breed mis-conceptions
an analogy we brought to trivialize in which we denie
well spent succesfully established
holds me down under waters miniscus
if not embelished it had no moment
a dream state, awake
only way for it to be
is as all of it

Interwoven momentum
fealing something you forgot
replaced with definitions

posted by hawlmnyair at 3:31 PM 0 comments
Somewhere Before
In a small town of the north
i had seen her through the trees
She was floating as she walked
amongst scattering leaves
while doves bore no resemblance to peace
must have been a scent or wisper
creeping in the wind from me
that caught her attention
adherent to the time of dusk
Embraced by earths maternity
captured in a boquet of still life
beneath a portrait of a starry night
Complaisant movement mirrored fantasy
as her hands caress the air
she sings her song
in a forgotten tongue
Benignant her message that she gave
disarm the army freedom to the slaves
be weary of the fearfull
do it anyway

posted by hawlmnyair at 3:27 PM 0 comments
Friday, May 06, 2005
epistle negligence
Today, i am an ultimate soldier of surgical precision
virtue in fortitude
Today, i am my past impressions apon me
that have all added up
Today, I am a figment of an inanamate creatures imagination
and i too imagine

The earth' veins power without corruption or neglection of conflict
warmth of inner energy spoils me in the frozen night
complicity we hold productive drives our complacence
drives us closer to the edge

my will has come back around full circle of its shadow
if its free its now bound in my arms
touched by my heart through the finger of intuition
until one day when beauty shall be forgotten
ill start again fully honest and open

posted by hawlmnyair at 3:18 PM 0 comments
Thursday, May 05, 2005
in stillness without reason
how do we ask ourselves after a mellenia
shrouded in the dark of our ignorance
where is it we construed in the obtruction
we've constructed out of common sence
what is a piece of mind without an opinion

posted by hawlmnyair at 11:35 PM 0 comments
finally it speaks again
anachronistic ways and meanings
un-earthed in gnostic symmetry
brought down to evolve from all of you and i
from a finger to a flower
point or a circle
ebb and rise
substance of every miracle
where does it say that it is for you to decide
unless it is brought down to evolve from you and i

posted by hawlmnyair at 11:16 PM 0 comments
the intovert
weeping willows wisp the rhythm of a thrush hermits song
the creek rants with a thousand voices all saying the same thing
in a different way in
insects dance in a trance that could only be a ritual
i suppose as a skeptic in speculation
that when they die its not traumatic
though i shall not smite
but ponder if something feels about me the way i do
and if i bear witness to my reflection surrounding me
is that re-assurring to ease the pain
when vegetables die they re-sead and spread nutrients
they have no faith, no expectations
but the intelligence to live in their environment
as thought, creates perception, driven by purpose
in and away from ignorance



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