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[brynbraughton]

The Befriended Obstacle

If you want to climb a mountain , make good-friends with the place - Tell it where you plan to spend the day or a thousand for this sweet delay . - Tell him how blessed here is to be ,and If you find it hasn't a good thing to speak of Kindly but firmly walk upon its face ----- Then on its nose say thank you for the way - that made so you can finally look around and see. - Learn and descend it with a sounder care ,though , and keep at a purposed and trudging tack - Seeping heart upon- what you founded there. Dont Forget: The day you put the grumpy mountain at your back. - On, to the next hill who's face stands in front of thee.

#Symbolic poetry #spiritual poetry #psychedelic poetry #poem #nature poem #4th way #religious poetry #Buddhism #tao #zen #maya #hinduism poetry #christian poetry

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The Lone Break

I'm sorry for the knives in this one 

Lives in shadow mists of rift guns 

My dark go way down but I walk through

Like tie me off and shoot dark brown 

As she calls you 

Vinegar scent whispering

pillar of salt  on malt chips 

Friends she gave palls to 

Don't shudder-a lung no  ,

 some not one bit 

And some just awake when the night is awaxing and waning their brain fit 

Like the moon bloom in the snow pane 

Window splintered in respite one soft rain 

Gone too long when your desperate 

Fit to the task 

To saying goodbye 

And kissing their ass

And some barely made it 

to a trailer with food 

And a kid or two

No I don't have none 

To show you that ,I'm tasteful .

.I want em but can't love a human that can't just face no

Has no,    face 

Persona non grata in outer space

You missed the mark miss

Well guess what this is really saying

I have no idea what exists , 

Me know Nada 

On some real insane shit

What this is and how to even see 

The coming slaughter that we made sure we're facing we

Because I like you didn't take the time to find some truth and then never leave it 

Or leave it be

I missed it worse maybe , but it's not a contest 

You just gotta get quiet as the grave to receive it in this context

.or so I'm told 

What should I know 

I'm still stuck looking in 

From the frozen wind 

Flickerspinned quicker 

Wisp flit In the window 

Reflections spin symbol is

Like the knives in your eyes 

Just please get yours away from my pies 

Your slice is slit

Down half of this 

Have your fill with all of that

That? 

That ...

that I was a Cheshire cat

And Ate the rat since genesis

That guy is dead as 

The old bookish vampiric act you playing miss

I don't even know what you say when you say that you relate with that or this 

Most people don't 

They say what the fuck 

And rightly so , it might be woe I brought

Only thing I'd ask myself

When I asked myself was not to suck 

At being me , ruminating witneslly .

I'm just saying 3 things

I love you Miss

I understand

And get your heart

away from mine perversely

The sum of yours

and negative   one in  me .

The same polls they doth repulse 

Deuces 

See you ...

Maybe This life is an infinite mystery

Not you and me  

#dark poem #breakup #narcism #christian poetry #buddhist poetry #dualism #nonduality #tongue twister #mystery #psychedelic poetry

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Oh My Bones

How can you hold what is living fire Oh My bones- I can see why you run Then I cool my skin in mud and mire And you frown . " Girl your no fun" I walk the paths you cut in me As I sleep and dream of your kiss hope we'll unite tween the wars+reverie And make loving broods to carry this Carry the songs that carry this love to where you hide From you From me The echoes spat never end my love I'll surrender pride To hold you You'll see I wake up today like everyday since Not beside you , and Missing my fully free I can't even say How I walk through the wince Without lighting nights through When your waiting for me Sometimes I Deign to fly Over the distance - from us we hide And watch over you and yours and I sigh I'm cold up here , oh my bones Can I come inside Come inside

#love poem #love poetry #forlorn love #meloncholy #sad poetry #twin flame #love song

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( On Finny-gen Street) Love's Own McGuffins run

(I think it's easier to read in an Irish accent 😇)

" Oh ! How they cowed to thine cowl -

With Sowed-in weep-woe

they knee-bow "

" How ?!"

" HahAHah!"( guffawing sound )

Shay Roe says ( outta her damn reddened head in da manda-la bed

( she owns the town of Anchora )

Yet told of ol Mcgowan

who Flown Gaudy gowns

( In a round way, )

yet feels the wheels resounding on the ground rain ( heads-a-pounding like down a stown drain )

And howled about plotting

the frozen west on

Aim'less a'less a'lay

.the death of the toes

in last

Severed king

Grover Blue bellows through

to the fowl n' crow

that flown( tree-low ).

Feathered n' Fey bow

crowded round the soundin-bow

( our humble fettered fray )

bauble bound an Abba-Ray shunned neightion out of a wildly fray

and squabbled up (effort lez-lay)

the brahmen's Bray resound with noble lethargy leather-or hounded

To weather my livers

Ground is filled with shining ore

with plowsmoked to the epiphany

Verdant gazebos sliver

and vagabond

whispering glistening winterwords

Telling the stark truth simple-ly

"Harken Yon Bailed hay so foully bowed

Best you stay roudy-mouthed

And trippy-toed till the mob's away"

"Await the betrayed day for "tally-ho's"

"Like A date that is made with sally-hoes"

(Bombs away !) Doubting in those

Anouncing south , your rally goes

3 dawns a day.

A blue-flue Diadem of fire hymns

Runs the Huns away .

Sums become ones who

Inpire men to fame

with wires firing cathode rayguns

upon the briar

My glorious story of

Apes with stamen-cubs, and ,

Dubbed whats allowed and everdoubt

And rowed about round pubs in dublin -

Bali-hai of pink-hued

Love's own macGuffins

Who you knew have-Been ,Im'bued with the rough guffs given through pained

By puffins sloughed off yer damn roofs

By scoff-driven snowy bluffs outside

Cold-as-tombs

"Oh " I sigh

"Cuddle me up-under the blooms when ive done enough ."

Loved enough to stand to disrupt

To know just what is the setup

Putting the gruff men

Up in the cuffs and under the buxom bits

Of succubus bordered pit-hers Rat

the hatted hucksters fits erupt

with spit furs split askipped n'terse

Yet De-termined-mist apt of sister rupt

of sermons pictures luck

Let out a bout of terrorists

To buck-up the order of .

The cracked-up crux of it

with burning-fist

Plundering the sin-corrupt

Till thund'ring cups

Fill senates up .

#word puzzles #riddles #comedy poem #dark poems #political poetry #religious poetry #psychedelic poetry #irish poetry #james joyce style #chaotic poetry #post apocalyptic

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Paradise Bird with the Worm of Time In Beak

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The Path-around a Rasping sound ( by B N Braughton )

The Path-around a Rasping sound By B.N.B. One Rib less and crib blessed Her heart is a sky-loved Run lets give the sun pressed Kid The spark of the Gaia - Spun round - invest in pens then lets not decree the gun blood sound And lessen our vision.. too deep fission in pinned-chest Resound us sour noted ending fishing Hero of we pulls the button down and gives death astounds us . Blood and sand on knees Blood on the leaves Strange fruit saviors on the "t"shaped sycamore tree More Room for our reverie But we all see we need to stand Question is that do we ? Dont Tether me to the karma stone Tore Spoons-silvered fed of me Pilfered mana resigned the shepherding from heavenly tomes just Past-over Sauna stewed in-bones leavening Two teeth is toothen bread breaking Foals in men groans Tribes of humans losing scheme-making For the path of " One-eyed El the King making" piling stones on top of this till Babel Is the one they've sleepingly chosen Betray til well of course its Cocytus Frozen over Oh they weep...till they see ... Frozen, The wage the sew and painly reap Forgiveness whispers in the breeze Merrily , "a Care in thee, " (oh?!) " it aint cheep . its free to live its way in thee " " But your judgement may just get levied back in the messy way of thee Trained off track " Dont just scoff at the nose that spited thee See how the fall from grace It righted thee back repentance Just a smidge though You dont own the "might-can-be" That's your sentence The day may drag a bit though, But who know's what the night can be Have some drive Dont drown in the pride Maybe we're not needed To suss out the lies There ain't Just One Peace in the Pi Too many closed "I's" eyeing me Trying to find abide in me . Us horizon son Turn your eyes in sun Oh sigh in rust My ice is gust Families of living beings loved Paupers not coughed in coffers of kings but This life is just If i give the right offerings vow All of my all of my things now Aint mine to label the just Maybe we will seat at The Table And upon the song ringing travelling bus.

#Transformation #4th way #spiritual poetry #religious poetry #judaism #deism #buddhism #word puzzles #psychedelic #psychedelic poetry #gnosticism #pantheism #dualism

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(Bullet with) Caterpillar Halo Rings

If " the world is a vampire " 

You are the teeth 

" What do i get , for my pain ?"

An escuse to finally release

If your looking for a whine to work

Youll get more and more of the same 

An escuse i hope to no longer give lease

To then drag my name again into the reign of men 

How can i " become" a sage ? 

When you resent the signs 

For " despite all my rage , 

im still just a soul in a cage "

Seeking truth in pit's and  places he never finds 

The bars they Lie where you defines

And this cage driving soul sought 

Who ,  to be whole,

 ( his real intent it was not )

  read all the old tomes  his cage could find 

but  he forgot, 

 to turn the page that was stuck upon his mind .

(Was Starting to mold and rot)

Some people say what is lost can never be found

The loudest truths never make a sound .

The quietest scream i know to sing is

"Im just as lost,  though i awake "

a Faith ,not in  my changes zenith , but in the will that guides the hand within me 

that can turn the page and birth the age

Of the forgiveness we just all keep forgetting

#dark poems #smashing pumpkins #90's music #grunge #psychedelic #tripped out #buddhist #christian poetry #jesus #buddha

[brynbraughton]

My Niece Daisy ( and her garden )

My Niece Daisy ( and her garden ) Daisy white haired and wise Chases white hares to not dine But devise A plan to save the heart of Man . Alas the little Filla ran , For the friend of man is seen to be (By the Hare i named Filligree at least ) Either a beast or an extention of me ,The one beast that names the world and blames it for the misery it sees .. "Judgement and arrogance That's the disease " Is the words i said she'd say But her dimeanor more belies a kinder view The quiet need to give that love away Can't be quoted in self-conducted interviews .. Nor can it be limited away like the " beasts that guard our lawn for me " Maybe the dog and friend and the trust Is the design that nature grows upon Just so she can be Who am i to say ? im just me . Human as i'll ever be The blushing man , Who lays garden leaves , to wall a way To finaly hide his naked fall today . Yet , they still play and talk and sing A even chase their tail .. While we architect a way To someday one day Be the the king . I wonder why we fail ? Whats wrong with Daisy ? Not a thing . They who say different Don't know my hairy neice like me She yawns in Danger's face with a shiny smiling ray When i want a deep and wordy plea she Sleeps at my feet's place As if to say " just look at me i love you anyway , what more can I say "

#poems #poetry #dogs #nature poetry #spiritual poetry #christian poetry #buddhist poetry #pantheist poetry #friendship #family poetry #religious poetry #morality poetry

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Growth of a flame ( lyrics)

I am a me torch , a shine and burn but not acetylene My cannon reports Turn-n-let go-a shame vanity Old ways is a perspective necromancy Fantasy spanning centuries Repugnancy stammerings forgot and replaced By plastic trees swingin in place birds and the bees Singing somnambulistic wokeface New age new world ordered chaos in the work place Totemysticy Shirk responsibilty bow and call it humilty wow you soundin like the silly me now Getting my Chameleon ability down honed to choke civility back Born in a broken home alas alack Learned from a broken man with a broken back Earned to know tiptoe on eggshells selfishly Sleep on a tack Ready to die by his own hand carelessly dont believe the hype wanna see me get deep seen god huffin on Freon awed televangelisticly bear my heart on my sleeve donned stripes for thee , looking like wolf types to me raising boys to be sheep seep sippin away upon steeped tea handpicked by peons paid pennies a day by neon warlords in suits serving demons money to be made a living winter in spite of thee by seeking your truest self shallowly please watch and confide in me to be seen is seemingly our missions your honor allow of me pride exhibition bitter self-made prisons Only ever hear wisdoms Spoken by children men and women making divisions cages walls and isms a given it just feels right bathed in light cast from broken prisms civilization trapped in falling building and fission images cast on cave walls goal line scrimmages paid for their wounds fed on news and Saturday morning cartoons lights cast upon wide cribs and wider tombs and so i confide to you under moons what does growing up feel like to you so they deprived your youth, lied to you , go mind the truth you hide you'll find it inside of you and so i confide to you under moons what does growing up feel like to you

#Hip hop lyrics #poetry #rap lyics #dark poem

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The Debt ( a traditional marriage or two )

The debt ( a traditional marriage or two )

" I said free flowingly " see here me mister Mattias S Fisker ... "  as i pointedly furrowed my whiskers , low blowingly , " this here bean row is blistered ,  Yer owed me a mean recompensing , of two of yer purdiest sisters named thusly  : "  me knowing the row of em show'd to me elbowing the ribs 'look at this ' " Annalisk tealeaf  , yes her with an eye so fair  and miss Winny-low-curtsy   who spins at a tare Like an unvermining feline With only one left whisker flickering " He set to some trick wincing He showed no grief though, Merely Scoffed  tersely Spits out his leaf, always just so Unscathed or mirthful conversely    Laughed-offed dismissively  For his wind-blown set of  fencing Was a penny an acre to tow And taking space unfitfully for spring rinse of storm maker's woe Spit fully from skybelly Our Valley below Wisely He didnt flinch at paying  his dues me . Well mostly , I got my wives ,  but as you can see , the purdiest were refused of me . "

#poem #poetry #limerick #comedy poem #satire #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbt poetry #rhyme scheme

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Men o’ Tar

Men O Tar - Let us feast

Oh they stands-  The men o' tar a'stalking Cubes and bricks and chalk ,O Sing -  of when , weave and leave lying strands  , Know not what upon + for he stands Sticking sands and strands A pawn-supplying-feast Meat for eight legs Who plays and eats the dregs Beast of consuming Belly full of meat-  filled of her defeat and begs Whispers you to hold More gold to hoard Across the streets A lure toward A hell-we Made-And Will Defeat Our light uncoils The snake Out we Emerge From mazes Lost in moons A Spell he Well be a ghost consumes Converge in phases Upon the unsuspecting Circumspect kings reflecting  exhumed Upon the power seats spring to winter Center of the maze A seeming peasant flickers And Lights  the flame Of truth Out it casts the lies that thats We all fights the same Hear the cries of tries The Men o' tar ...Retreats .... Shambling ramble horns and  tentacle curls away Simple pearls of victors slivvers Then Whispered and Said we were lost .  which spurred us move in rebellion .... And With love we defies .all we need with which to prove .

something good within this maze of eyes

Let us feast , above the  Meadow Singing sighs danced with a doe and dove Bidding strength From the seeming least Let us feast

Put down your blades And sharpened teeth Let us feast !

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Thriving richly in the gardens of Tel’taleel

Thriving richly in the gardens of Tel’taleel

Storm-Blistered and overfed , about to burst ,a dried-ochre-tinted seed-head , Splendidly skitters open from thirst , wind-flitted seed husks in rivers broken . Teasel’s ancestors releases , peacefully sprout child divested of her beneath the shadow blessed needle tree . browning Teasel seed  lividly free-bidded me ,braved round in beds by black beetles blithely umber-boxed Born humming the boon of bees ballad played in onyx and ivory triplet-trots; Balked at a ( barking mad )  baboon-king the beast belittling   Ted “Theodore ape“ Lister ,his name ,darkly amused unsettling sadly begging for honey till blisters severing. bemusing Dinnerless grumbling tummy-ring… Wind spreads foxglove  sisters chute-kissed in two sips slurpening over blue blooded  rivers, forked and sharpening.   With her bosoms  squeezed in  silver hued dress,, pink bloomed in human lore  I open humidor. a Cavernous square palace for , aged tobacco stored ,"glug ,  gluging grog" and my sack of paramour . We talk and walk dove-twined , Lost in a love mind a  serenading troubadour .celebrate living for . New wreaths made of savories ,ruby red and garlic flavoring  caper savoring.Blue-leaf and  peppers in mooring saved from weathering . A head-of-a-glaive cleaved coconut coring before the sweetly slept summer reprieves when snoring.. More rain for pouring in ,  cane and licorice, a wine worn lion hide skin with wicker tips though a rain-bird harangued me , grinning I usurped him and finished my dinner.  Storing syrup turned sweeter , stir and sip a purr slurp by supper my medicine Tonicly spawned of the  mother. Yonicly donned   a squash bonnet’s of dawn surprisedly long . Tender white papered golden twistedly ties on ,  lasts through seven winters to bequeath the breath of  lives on our repast relies on timely death necessarily pattern of eyes on furry fronds who verily zag upon stacked tons left in the shade where the sun spies fervently breathes tea spun with lemonade , bourbon with  coca leaves .

#poem #poets #nature #beauty #complex rhyme #tongue twister #psychedelic #psychedellic experiences

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