This will make you laugh.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lwfuUyTMpVY
Poetry here.
Re: Poetry here.
No, it's fine, I'm just trying to clarify what you're saying. Meddling is fine, just trying to get things out. My favourite is Helmet of iron stops you from seeing the world as it is we are already wearing the virtualWalker wrote:Pluto, I was just offering a suggestion to commercialize that poem, should you wish to try that. I’m not trying to tell you what to do. I think your concept of a poem around plumbing is brilliant. My suggestion of bread and sweating was just a possible angle for you to consider, had you not. Truly, no offense intended. I understand the feelings that arise when someone meddles in a creative project, and so my apologies if I stepped over the line.Pluto wrote:Plumb as you will and as you see fit
The question asked was good though
Those who define the world for us
A shame it is that those who run the world
Are free in the power to define it for us
A monopoly of the meaning of the world
You and you are such and must think such and such
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the whole capitalist system is the enemy
but you wouldn't know it as
it runs like water through your veins
but you wouldn't know it as
it runs like water through your veins
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From within loose thoughts
There emerged an egonaut, unimpeded
Passion exonerates this man
For his love is unique, his love is just
Through his understanding alone
Planes become barren and fracture
A clever perversion of omnipotence
Though crude in nature, the masses will abide
As maturity suffocates the zeitgeist
All affinity toward reason becomes abbreviated
The time for reckoning is even shorter still
He is the egonaut, and he is your great destroyer
There emerged an egonaut, unimpeded
Passion exonerates this man
For his love is unique, his love is just
Through his understanding alone
Planes become barren and fracture
A clever perversion of omnipotence
Though crude in nature, the masses will abide
As maturity suffocates the zeitgeist
All affinity toward reason becomes abbreviated
The time for reckoning is even shorter still
He is the egonaut, and he is your great destroyer
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Pretty good. The end bit is a bit weak though, talking of the destroyer, it'd have been better to have ended it on a positive, upbeat vibe somehow, instead of being about the readers' demise.
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It may be a reference to Shiva and/or his derivatives, which places ego first on the list, which artistically makes beginning from ending.Pluto wrote:Pretty good. The end bit is a bit weak though, talking of the destroyer, it'd have been better to have ended it on a positive, upbeat vibe somehow, instead of being about the readers' demise.
Good Philosophy.
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Hommage to the New Pluto, Planet 9
Well, I’ll be honest
The propensity is War
Most folks agree that War is Evil
A particular goddess gave humans the capacity
To know art
Science has proven a method
To literally summon this capacity
For the following rational reasons
War is Evil
Beauty is Good
Evil is one sphere
Good is the other
Balancing the spheres
Ends attachment to either
Half of the whole
Balanced is thus, non-duality
And the solar system is balanced to the prediction
Of scientists
Or so they say now
Is it true?
Well, I’ll be honest
The propensity is War
Most folks agree that War is Evil
A particular goddess gave humans the capacity
To know art
Science has proven a method
To literally summon this capacity
For the following rational reasons
War is Evil
Beauty is Good
Evil is one sphere
Good is the other
Balancing the spheres
Ends attachment to either
Half of the whole
Balanced is thus, non-duality
And the solar system is balanced to the prediction
Of scientists
Or so they say now
Is it true?
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War death to all
Kill as many as you can
There are but too many
We sit tall though have
Task of cleansing earth
From time time to time
Thus do we orchestrate
Together a mass culling
Of the poor unfortunate ones
The Earth demands it
It is the religion of the earth
It is something we must do
Fabricate a cause so that you
Will die in honour and reason
Kill as many as you can
There are but too many
We sit tall though have
Task of cleansing earth
From time time to time
Thus do we orchestrate
Together a mass culling
Of the poor unfortunate ones
The Earth demands it
It is the religion of the earth
It is something we must do
Fabricate a cause so that you
Will die in honour and reason
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That's beautiful, but good grief Pluto! And you're telling me to be upbeat. 
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Yes, I know, but it's a heavy topic. I wanted to make a harder more aggressive poem than Walker"s one above mine.
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Yeah. Make the bastards pay and go fishing for the criminal meme floating around in your head.
(What pond to plop this into. Science? Religion? Art? May as well be here.)
(What pond to plop this into. Science? Religion? Art? May as well be here.)
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they were brought down do you know
by the same who are so falsely caring of you
the space which they inhabit compared to yours
is another planet or solar system completely
for no higher power sits above them like with you
the position you hold is one of judgement not action
action in your sense yes but action in a world for a world no
now the question must be asked what are you and what are you to do
in time gone by was it so that people were required to participate in the everyday running of political life
that in a past gone by was it seen that the public and its institutions held sway over the servants of people and power
and yet within all epochs was it thus that the tension between those who must rule and those who must follow play itself out continuously
by the same who are so falsely caring of you
the space which they inhabit compared to yours
is another planet or solar system completely
for no higher power sits above them like with you
the position you hold is one of judgement not action
action in your sense yes but action in a world for a world no
now the question must be asked what are you and what are you to do
in time gone by was it so that people were required to participate in the everyday running of political life
that in a past gone by was it seen that the public and its institutions held sway over the servants of people and power
and yet within all epochs was it thus that the tension between those who must rule and those who must follow play itself out continuously
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man of mud and summer air doth you strive
as an atom in space are you unique
with hand of fist and leg of iron go you forth
your numbers are plenty and your soul is real
head of man with eyes of colour doth you see
yourself in a world that has borne you it is true
and what world is it that has thus created you
with beast and plant and mountain and water
doth the sky above not render you so oh man
with feet to walk and eyes to see like beast
yet you know that you are not beast
oh god upon high are you but a creation of man
as an atom in space are you unique
with hand of fist and leg of iron go you forth
your numbers are plenty and your soul is real
head of man with eyes of colour doth you see
yourself in a world that has borne you it is true
and what world is it that has thus created you
with beast and plant and mountain and water
doth the sky above not render you so oh man
with feet to walk and eyes to see like beast
yet you know that you are not beast
oh god upon high are you but a creation of man
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crack pipe talking back
to me a clown in a dress
per formative
loosely wearing dress
sheet of love
soft rain on your back
to me a clown in a dress
per formative
loosely wearing dress
sheet of love
soft rain on your back
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Drunken thoughts:
Sun Bleached column of rain
Bleeding clouds, seeping through the pastel
A portal opens.
Waves of heat race forward
Intrusive now, a light beams through
Impaling the solipsistic
A single thought gathers momentum
As her screams become intently unfocused
The child of Anil is born
Breathing shallow now
Sight dims to accommodate
So silent this rhythm has become
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We fall like the ashes through time without division, a division of known space and of that from which you know better. We've already seen what you're trying to hide and we've been to the place where you are now, and even the place where you're trying to go; you complicate this imagery to yourself, though. Let your enemy hear what it is that we're trying to tell you, because once you understand, truly understand what lengths we've gone to and how far we've traveled to bring you this warning, it will be too late for them. You see, we may fall with these ashes but they are not where we reside.
We are of stars, we are awaiting your acceptance of what is and what couldn't possibly be. All you need do is ask for a sign and we will show you the path of righteousness for we are still falling ourselves, and even us, the divine, aren't immune to the greatest of the architect's design. Though a single dimension separates an absolute unity between us, it is enough to divide your logical reasoning for existence from our illogically reasoning of your nonexistence. So in a way we are the same, you and we both know only what we are allowed, but we do know more so take heed these words: give unto us your ritual and let our spirit illuminate you from within.
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Contrivance for Catching
In pitch is the hour from which you plead
Begging its forgiveness while pretending you've seen
Nothing in the way of exposing its scheme
Careful now comrade, pull not from this seam.
Sun Bleached column of rain
Bleeding clouds, seeping through the pastel
A portal opens.
Waves of heat race forward
Intrusive now, a light beams through
Impaling the solipsistic
A single thought gathers momentum
As her screams become intently unfocused
The child of Anil is born
Breathing shallow now
Sight dims to accommodate
So silent this rhythm has become
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We fall like the ashes through time without division, a division of known space and of that from which you know better. We've already seen what you're trying to hide and we've been to the place where you are now, and even the place where you're trying to go; you complicate this imagery to yourself, though. Let your enemy hear what it is that we're trying to tell you, because once you understand, truly understand what lengths we've gone to and how far we've traveled to bring you this warning, it will be too late for them. You see, we may fall with these ashes but they are not where we reside.
We are of stars, we are awaiting your acceptance of what is and what couldn't possibly be. All you need do is ask for a sign and we will show you the path of righteousness for we are still falling ourselves, and even us, the divine, aren't immune to the greatest of the architect's design. Though a single dimension separates an absolute unity between us, it is enough to divide your logical reasoning for existence from our illogically reasoning of your nonexistence. So in a way we are the same, you and we both know only what we are allowed, but we do know more so take heed these words: give unto us your ritual and let our spirit illuminate you from within.
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Contrivance for Catching
In pitch is the hour from which you plead
Begging its forgiveness while pretending you've seen
Nothing in the way of exposing its scheme
Careful now comrade, pull not from this seam.