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Posted 28 October 2008 - 11:33 AM
Ever wake up? Of course you have, but have you ever really woken up by yourself? Only with time. External stimuli never fully achieve what you can do the best. Starting your day the way it was meant to be started. When you naturally wake up. But what if you can't? No one can really wake themselves up, it happens automatically right? Well, there is something to learn from this, something simple. You can't do it can you? No probably no, best not to even try, matter of fact don't even bring it up again, I forbid it's discussion. Now for the lighter things. What can be left if you've already woken up? Isn't that what life is all about? One time waking up to another time of waking up? No, probably no, there is more to do, Something more, stomping on your flowers. Outside the window, pounding nails into wood. It's calling you, wanting you to embrace it. Just hold it for awhile thats all anyone can ever do. So fragile so temporary, when does anyone stop to look at it in detail? Who has the time, it's so fleeting, you need to go out and start up your empire today, the more people you enslave the more mornings you take away the more soundly you can wake yourself up. Why even do that when there are people who can do it for you. Something superficial as mornings can't drown out the cacophony of the morning sun. It's so loud, so judgmental everything has to be in order, but nothing is in order, the very concept of ORDER is pathetic and weak. Nothing is sequential, nothing is numerical. Everything exists as a set, Nothing can go further then or exceed the borders of this place. The other place, the one where people tend to spend so much time, away from it all are the warmongers, away from it all are the peacemakers, the know nothing of the world, they only see what can be seen, where those who don't wake up see what cannot be seen, they know what cannot be known, for a brief moment you slip from this shell into the aether you sip on something otherworldly. What is the other? If the world is all the same, made of the same, at the smallest level the same, then what is this other we always hear about? It's not even real, other and same they all are nothingness to the voidless inconceivable tenderness that is what you can somethings refer to as emotions. Those pressures so strong in your skull, keeping you in line, keeping you in order. It's in the water, it's in the air it's in the way you get the morning paper, you submit yourself to this reality only because you cannot conceive of the unimaginable limitless boundary-less chaotic void. The Emptiness as some may call it, it dwells within us all, The calling the thing that wakes you up each day, it's a subtle gnawing, it's something impossible eating at you. All day all night, all inbetween and then some, it's always present but it cannot be presented, it cannot be made known by any means that we use to communicate on this plane. It can only be briefly mentioned, It can only be seen in small reflections, but what good is understanding the unimaginable when the daily drudgery of this place always keeps you in line? What is reality but nothing more then a set of rules upon with the basis of your very existence is tailored. Energy Matter Space Time, all lies. There is nothing. The things you call hope, and the things you call fear, those are closer to what is reality, Fear is reality, it is the corner stone of this world today. Nothing has existed or ever will exist without the taint that is fear infecting it like a disease. You need to escape you need to get out, the only way is through a small hole drilled into your mind so that what is left of your "Sentience" can understand what is left to understand and be alone. The supreme concept is that your nothing more then a stone, there are others out there, somewhere behind the dots, somewhere far away, but also so very near, who know the truth. It's just a matter of communicating with them, but how does a rock as a bird a question? a bird who has by all means seen the truth and let it lift him to freedom, before going back comfortably to his nest, What does the rock say to the bird? Nothing, it is eaten and used to break up the birds food. And so are we, nothing more then the utensils of a higher organism to eat it's daily fill, nothing more then the dirt at the bottom of the nest of existence, not even suitable to be compared to the mites that dwell upon the most noble and majestic of birds. who is also merely allowed to be because of regulations set in place that forbid it's destruction by anything but it's own hands. Why does no one try to wake up birds? Because they are always dreaming. What dreams can you have that are even worthwhile when a bird who has tasted flight dreams it feels the blissful urges of migration. So what do you, the lowly rocks do? you stay, until the bird dies, then your discarded like the rest of it all, Discarded is the reality in which you dwell, Could it be any other way? Nothing new, nothing gained, nothing acquired, nothing presented to us. No, we are in the trash bin of this age. If we truly were at one with the universe, maybe the universe would be at one in us. a private place, a private space, somewhere out there, beyond the dots, beyond the spects of lights that so brilliantly shine that they confuse your feral mind and rob it of any remaining sentience, the emptiness is inside of you, waking you up. The first steps you take will be cold. As the tile floor can be very cold, no socks. no carpet. Nothing. In all of infinity, the improbable and impossible becomes common place.
Nonsense.
Yeah I know it doesn't make sense.
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#2
Posted 28 October 2008 - 11:54 AM
I'd have actually read it all if you broke it up into paragraphs, and put it in the Lounge where it belongs. Instead it reeks like those people who grasp pathetically at creativity with their free-form poetry at their local Poetry Slams, oozing the malodorous homicide of the English language from their squawking fat-holes like their overgrown, disheveled armpit hair telegraphs weeks without showering.
Ugh, poetry slams. There's a reason to hate coffee shops. That, and the people at coffee shops. Give me a cheap, scalded pot of coffee among friends at a rundown highway diner. Truck drivers don't try to cram how they're feeling down your throat with a poorly-wrought diatribe suggesting their chronic psychological asphyxiation.
It could be worse. You could've channeled Seinfeld for your nonsense and costumed it as "Funny., Yeah i know its not serious." Then I'd have to kill you. Through the internet.
Ugh, poetry slams. There's a reason to hate coffee shops. That, and the people at coffee shops. Give me a cheap, scalded pot of coffee among friends at a rundown highway diner. Truck drivers don't try to cram how they're feeling down your throat with a poorly-wrought diatribe suggesting their chronic psychological asphyxiation.
It could be worse. You could've channeled Seinfeld for your nonsense and costumed it as "Funny., Yeah i know its not serious." Then I'd have to kill you. Through the internet.
#3
Posted 28 October 2008 - 12:03 PM
I read like 5 sentences idk what its about because its lolWalloftext but from what I read YES I have woken myself up, I automatically wake up around 6am everyday its really wierd even on weekends unless im hungover =P
anyways...
anyways...
#4
Guest_Enpsi_*
Posted 28 October 2008 - 12:29 PM
Neither was it supposed to be an attempt at poetry, nor was it poetic, I was just hung over randomly typing shit out, So nice try. But that's all you can do. Hard to discredit the morally bankrupt.
#5
Posted 28 October 2008 - 01:55 PM
Yeah I tried to read it too and failed, needs moar enter key.
I wakeup by myself when I have to pee, does that count?
edit: lolpoetryslams
I wakeup by myself when I have to pee, does that count?
edit: lolpoetryslams
#6
Posted 28 October 2008 - 01:59 PM
I knew it wasnt poetry,
needs moar bongo
needs moar bongo
#7
Posted 28 October 2008 - 02:50 PM
Sorry this pic made me lol so hard I blew Sprite out my nose. Nonsense thread seemed as good a place as any!
#8
Posted 28 October 2008 - 03:32 PM
You titled your post appropriately, Enpsi, I shall defer you that much. Existentialism is best left a concise endeavor. If it wasn't poem time before, it is now, damn it.
In between the dreams of things
that are not which they seem,
I find the world is all but catering to
the manuscripts and tablatures
of the daily rat race,
where all we know one another to be
is simply a palette fit for sex,
but not immediately advisable
to the popular public at large.
But to what end will we consume
all that we know to be true and real,
whereas aspects of the tangible nature
are clearly defined by the methods
in which we express ourselves,
where our cuts never heal,
and we have more scars
than we care to show?
This was penned seven or so years ago. Sometimes I write ones that rhyme as well. I didn't plan for that second verse to make the shape it did along the text, I kind of wish the first verse did that also, but I wasn't really concerned about it when everything in the room in which I sat was either breathing or melting at my very touch thanks to the hit of acid I had been curious enough to try for the first time.
In between the dreams of things
that are not which they seem,
I find the world is all but catering to
the manuscripts and tablatures
of the daily rat race,
where all we know one another to be
is simply a palette fit for sex,
but not immediately advisable
to the popular public at large.
But to what end will we consume
all that we know to be true and real,
whereas aspects of the tangible nature
are clearly defined by the methods
in which we express ourselves,
where our cuts never heal,
and we have more scars
than we care to show?
This was penned seven or so years ago. Sometimes I write ones that rhyme as well. I didn't plan for that second verse to make the shape it did along the text, I kind of wish the first verse did that also, but I wasn't really concerned about it when everything in the room in which I sat was either breathing or melting at my very touch thanks to the hit of acid I had been curious enough to try for the first time.
#9
Posted 29 October 2008 - 09:15 AM
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have you ever really woken up by yourself?
Yes, I have literally willed myself awake from a dream. Several times. Don't bother trying to peddle your retarded anarchistic existentialism under the guise of a hangover here, I'm sure there's a forum for thruthers and LSD addicts who would be more then willing to entertain your stale philosophies about how having a job turns you into a robot, or something, on some other website.
In closing:
#10
Posted 29 October 2008 - 09:19 AM
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Neither was it supposed to be an attempt at poetry, nor was it poetic
I just said it smelled like those people who do free form poetry. Calm down, Cap'n, even I'm not cruel enough to wholly debase an incoherent rant to the lowest echelons of hippy-speak like that.
I'm just selfish and like my incoherence better.
#11
Guest_Enpsi_*
Posted 29 October 2008 - 10:54 AM
Do I really need to go on the offensive, or the defensive here, or maybe I'll go on the elusive. Used to be a time where adding pictures to get your point across on a forum was well worth it, but now it's just not.
I mean clearly, who can win now? Hes already discredited me, and belittled me, and used the greatest internet chestnut of all. If your going to measure weight categorize and label something you might want to ask it's opinion on itself first. Although that's probably not entirely wise in most cases, especially if your speaking with a Cow and it thinks it's a Beetle. Also are you joking? Anarchistic? Didn't I just say the very basic parts of existence are in place as rules and regulations, The world is BUILT upon order. To be more accurate, well stuff that could be thought of as lines. I mean, don't get me wrong, my opinions are worthless, especially now that you pulled out the big guns and have a picture of a cat in a tie. Honestly I don't know how you folks manage to be so clever and cutting edge.
Also, if your quoting me at least you could do it maybe do it correctly, " Since waking up by yourself " honestly has nothing to do with waking up in any sense or meaning of the word. Waking up refers to building upon your sentience until you achieve a delusional non-consciousness to where all thoughts are meaningless and all logic is not logical.
Furthermore, if you had acknowledged the title of this post you would have realized that trying to press your views and beliefs in the form of doing forum combat, you would have not said a thing. Somewhere deep down, it struck you, it hit something, so you had to respond. I mean, it's pretty obvious that you're just trying to sustain a certain amount of 1337NancYBoY wherever you go, but I'm sad to say the image you are supporting has been done before, Notice your pink text, notice your 4chan references. It's all been done before. Well of course the totally insane rambling guy has been played also, and well played I might add. So who are you really then, since you use just tired methods to represent yourself, everyone can be unique, but all I see is someone drowning in a many flavored dish. You taste like cardboard, maybe you should try and spring for a spice rack? Cinnamon only has such a long shelf life. My stale philosophies as you call them, which have no bearing upon what I believe, or what is cannon fact, is much more individual then anything you've done anything you've said anything you are. Take two steps and let the leaks cool.
Now I'm sure everything I've said up until this point isn't good enough, and it never will be, but that's who I am, not good enough. Some of the points I've said make no sense, some of them are pathetic and weak arguments, some of them just plain are not arguments at all.
So please go ahead, I submit to you, in all of your entirety so much the better man. If you need it go ahead and take it, by all means, you've earned it. Get that boost you crave, the "I proved some one Wrong on the internet" or the " I stood my ground and got my say in the matter.". Ineffective. Sounds like I'm trying to explain how I'm invulnerable to you. But doesn't it just smell like desperation? It's like throwing up the white flag before the war began. That's exactly what I'm doing. It got me deep, really deep, somewhere I can't even point out on a doll deep.
I mean clearly, who can win now? Hes already discredited me, and belittled me, and used the greatest internet chestnut of all. If your going to measure weight categorize and label something you might want to ask it's opinion on itself first. Although that's probably not entirely wise in most cases, especially if your speaking with a Cow and it thinks it's a Beetle. Also are you joking? Anarchistic? Didn't I just say the very basic parts of existence are in place as rules and regulations, The world is BUILT upon order. To be more accurate, well stuff that could be thought of as lines. I mean, don't get me wrong, my opinions are worthless, especially now that you pulled out the big guns and have a picture of a cat in a tie. Honestly I don't know how you folks manage to be so clever and cutting edge.
Also, if your quoting me at least you could do it maybe do it correctly, " Since waking up by yourself " honestly has nothing to do with waking up in any sense or meaning of the word. Waking up refers to building upon your sentience until you achieve a delusional non-consciousness to where all thoughts are meaningless and all logic is not logical.
Furthermore, if you had acknowledged the title of this post you would have realized that trying to press your views and beliefs in the form of doing forum combat, you would have not said a thing. Somewhere deep down, it struck you, it hit something, so you had to respond. I mean, it's pretty obvious that you're just trying to sustain a certain amount of 1337NancYBoY wherever you go, but I'm sad to say the image you are supporting has been done before, Notice your pink text, notice your 4chan references. It's all been done before. Well of course the totally insane rambling guy has been played also, and well played I might add. So who are you really then, since you use just tired methods to represent yourself, everyone can be unique, but all I see is someone drowning in a many flavored dish. You taste like cardboard, maybe you should try and spring for a spice rack? Cinnamon only has such a long shelf life. My stale philosophies as you call them, which have no bearing upon what I believe, or what is cannon fact, is much more individual then anything you've done anything you've said anything you are. Take two steps and let the leaks cool.
Now I'm sure everything I've said up until this point isn't good enough, and it never will be, but that's who I am, not good enough. Some of the points I've said make no sense, some of them are pathetic and weak arguments, some of them just plain are not arguments at all.
So please go ahead, I submit to you, in all of your entirety so much the better man. If you need it go ahead and take it, by all means, you've earned it. Get that boost you crave, the "I proved some one Wrong on the internet" or the " I stood my ground and got my say in the matter.". Ineffective. Sounds like I'm trying to explain how I'm invulnerable to you. But doesn't it just smell like desperation? It's like throwing up the white flag before the war began. That's exactly what I'm doing. It got me deep, really deep, somewhere I can't even point out on a doll deep.
#12
Posted 29 October 2008 - 11:30 AM
Ah c'mon, you can't really have expected a different response to posting something like this?
Also, long-winded is not the win internet scuffles. I think something like:
might have got your point across better.
Also, long-winded is not the win internet scuffles. I think something like:
might have got your point across better.
#13
Guest_Enpsi_*
Posted 29 October 2008 - 11:32 AM
That's the second time you've gotten a chuckle out of me. ^ ^
#14
Posted 29 October 2008 - 02:35 PM
QUOTE (Enpsi @ Oct 29 2008, 12:54 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
My stale philosophies as you call them, which have no bearing upon what I believe, or what is cannon fact, is much more individual then anything you've done anything you've said anything you are.
This.
This right here.
This screams to me that you are yet another in an endless line of pseudo-intellectual, arrogant youths who becomes so engrossed in what he or she mistakes for their own idealism that somewhere along the line this person actually believes him or herself to truly be the individual and everyone else the crowd. On what do you base this? Do you really think that insipidly overarching opening dissertation is that much more original? You're not doing anything but regurgitating thoughts and ideals that people have had for millennia. Despite debating upon which approach you should take, it seems you tried to take the offensive in this sentence. How exactly can you, or in this case, an aspect of you be "more individual" than somebody else, praytell? Are you some kind of secret prototype? Were you immaculately conceived? Did you come from another dimension? Are you a time traveller from the future?
I didn't actually have to ask any of the previous four questions before I realized that the answer to all of them would be a resounding "no", but it cuts a nice swath to the point I'm proving.
So, if your philosophies or stale philosophies or whatever it is you want to call them don't have any bearing on what you believe, why disclose them? Do your beliefs dictate your philosophies? Can you even really distinguish where one ends and the other begins? I mean, it's extremely smug of you to actually consider your very philosophies themselves to be "more individual" than practically the whole of a person. You're actually claiming that one solitary intangible aspect of you, Enpsi, completely supersedes Captain Pinktext's entire lifespan in terms of individuality up until the most present moment. I'm interested to know just how your dogma is just so intrinsic and esoteric that it can utterly and completely eclipse somebody else. I'm also half-tempted to point out the grammatical and spelling errors in just the sentence I've quoted you on alone. You are not an individual. Nothing about you is original, novel, unique, special, or remarkable.
#15
Guest_Enpsi_*
Posted 29 October 2008 - 03:15 PM
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Posted 30 October 2008 - 04:41 AM
Zero > Protoman
#17
Posted 30 October 2008 - 09:03 AM
QUOTE (Enpsi @ Oct 28 2008, 05:33 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
Ever wake up? Of course you have, but have you ever really woken up by yourself? Only with time. External stimuli never fully achieve what you can do the best. Starting your day the way it was meant to be started. When you naturally wake up. But what if you can't? No one can really wake themselves up, it happens automatically right? Well, there is something to learn from this, something simple. You can't do it can you? No probably no, best not to even try, matter of fact don't even bring it up again, I forbid it's discussion. Now for the lighter things. What can be left if you've already woken up? Isn't that what life is all about? One time waking up to another time of waking up? No, probably no, there is more to do, Something more, stomping on your flowers. Outside the window, pounding nails into wood. It's calling you, wanting you to embrace it. Just hold it for awhile thats all anyone can ever do. So fragile so temporary, when does anyone stop to look at it in detail? Who has the time, it's so fleeting, you need to go out and start up your empire today, the more people you enslave the more mornings you take away the more soundly you can wake yourself up. Why even do that when there are people who can do it for you. Something superficial as mornings can't drown out the cacophony of the morning sun. It's so loud, so judgmental everything has to be in order, but nothing is in order, the very concept of ORDER is pathetic and weak. Nothing is sequential, nothing is numerical. Everything exists as a set, Nothing can go further then or exceed the borders of this place. The other place, the one where people tend to spend so much time, away from it all are the warmongers, away from it all are the peacemakers, the know nothing of the world, they only see what can be seen, where those who don't wake up see what cannot be seen, they know what cannot be known, for a brief moment you slip from this shell into the aether you sip on something otherworldly. What is the other? If the world is all the same, made of the same, at the smallest level the same, then what is this other we always hear about? It's not even real, other and same they all are nothingness to the voidless inconceivable tenderness that is what you can somethings refer to as emotions. Those pressures so strong in your skull, keeping you in line, keeping you in order. It's in the water, it's in the air it's in the way you get the morning paper, you submit yourself to this reality only because you cannot conceive of the unimaginable limitless boundary-less chaotic void. The Emptiness as some may call it, it dwells within us all, The calling the thing that wakes you up each day, it's a subtle gnawing, it's something impossible eating at you. All day all night, all inbetween and then some, it's always present but it cannot be presented, it cannot be made known by any means that we use to communicate on this plane. It can only be briefly mentioned, It can only be seen in small reflections, but what good is understanding the unimaginable when the daily drudgery of this place always keeps you in line? What is reality but nothing more then a set of rules upon with the basis of your very existence is tailored. Energy Matter Space Time, all lies. There is nothing. The things you call hope, and the things you call fear, those are closer to what is reality, Fear is reality, it is the corner stone of this world today. Nothing has existed or ever will exist without the taint that is fear infecting it like a disease. You need to escape you need to get out, the only way is through a small hole drilled into your mind so that what is left of your "Sentience" can understand what is left to understand and be alone. The supreme concept is that your nothing more then a stone, there are others out there, somewhere behind the dots, somewhere far away, but also so very near, who know the truth. It's just a matter of communicating with them, but how does a rock as a bird a question? a bird who has by all means seen the truth and let it lift him to freedom, before going back comfortably to his nest, What does the rock say to the bird? Nothing, it is eaten and used to break up the birds food. And so are we, nothing more then the utensils of a higher organism to eat it's daily fill, nothing more then the dirt at the bottom of the nest of existence, not even suitable to be compared to the mites that dwell upon the most noble and majestic of birds. who is also merely allowed to be because of regulations set in place that forbid it's destruction by anything but it's own hands. Why does no one try to wake up birds? Because they are always dreaming. What dreams can you have that are even worthwhile when a bird who has tasted flight dreams it feels the blissful urges of migration. So what do you, the lowly rocks do? you stay, until the bird dies, then your discarded like the rest of it all, Discarded is the reality in which you dwell, Could it be any other way? Nothing new, nothing gained, nothing acquired, nothing presented to us. No, we are in the trash bin of this age. If we truly were at one with the universe, maybe the universe would be at one in us. a private place, a private space, somewhere out there, beyond the dots, beyond the spects of lights that so brilliantly shine that they confuse your feral mind and rob it of any remaining sentience, the emptiness is inside of you, waking you up. The first steps you take will be cold. As the tile floor can be very cold, no socks. no carpet. Nothing. In all of infinity, the improbable and impossible becomes common place.
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#18
Posted 30 October 2008 - 10:09 AM
#19
Posted 30 October 2008 - 10:19 AM
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Zero > Protoman
Bass trumps Zero, however.
Bass trumps Zero, however.
Roll beats all.
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