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Divine Poetic Diffusement (Moronic Acid Trip)

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God called me in my head,

and said,
“I don’t wanna know what you think
you are doing,

but
like I used to ask yo grey-haired granny to tell you...
"Knock it off, boy!”

“But, but, but...

it’s an ‘Impulse Sublimation’, God”

explained I in reply,

with a brilliantly sly, labored, sigh.

"Clarion voice throwing gas-eggs in my spirit house",

said God,
"and your medieval trumpet with clear, shrill tones,
I cannot slightly touch unfolding fingers to bones, arose."

Said I,
“Um, OK, God…

I know what you mean,

if you say so (cough! cough!) internal morose.”

continued God

“Rendering death, ad infinitum alive,”
"It's ALIIIIIVE!  It's aliiiiiiiivvvvve!"
“In time through my breath, you might arrive.”

In grand, disected protest, said I,

“Hat rack, panic attack, I bid you, go!”
Said God,

“Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego!”  

and so the risks of twilight stand the stood of dreams

it seems...

til morning glowed to glower, going, going, grown,

unseen.


"Death of height, together,"

said “We”
"Relationship is equality, , yes, equality,

you'll see". 


“God”, said smarty-pants, I,
“if you are sooooooo-oh-oh perfect,
Who told you I wasn’t

naked?” 


Said God,

“Impassioned syndrome of sane is same

confuse this NOT with your SHAME to "blah-blah-blah' and BLAME,

When nothing quite so weak as truth, seems lame.” 
 

"Waaaaht?", said I. 

"Im·mu·no·pre·cip·i·ta·tion", said God. 

Said I, “HUH?” 

Said God, “UH HUH!” 


Thus, broke out did WE in dance,

Just Thee, me, and JC

and the Sunshine Band,
Together singing,


“That’s the way!"
(UN HUH UH HUH)
WE like it!"
(UH HUH UH HUH)”. 


The propensity for infinitesimal screeching
is inversely proportionate to ones' 'perchance to prance'
And dance in Shakespearean Dream,
The bitter “UN” of cooperative myth, serene. 


Thank God my God has a sense of humor.

and that's why they call it "Saved by Grace"

Author notes

This is the daily "Analysis Paralysis" in the form of a poetry competition between me and the voice of God within me. I'm not sure anyone needed to win. I'm also guessing God wasn't listening too closely. LOL! Unfortunately, the AP software is dogging my stanza, so I cannot seem to part them one from another.



Moronic Acid

This is a triterpenoid organic acid that is found in Pistacia resin, and is therefore of interest to people studying archaeological relics, shipwrecks and the contents of ancient Egyptian jars. But why it's called moronic acid is still unknown... Derivatives of this are called moronates, as in 'which moron-ate the contents of this jar?'

Got me, man. LOL! Anyway, the chemical structure is shown above.
Written January 22nd, 2006

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  • raggyann
    December 27, 2007
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    this is a stand up applaud
    you just worked this poem
    it was great


    • Timothy Cameron gold member
      December 27, 2007
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      I argue with God a lot, but not in a nasty way. God has a good sense of humor (look at me). LOL! Stand Up Applause...well, maybe I best 'pin' this to my page and brag. THANKS! I would love to do a stand up applause, too. I'll go back to early writes and see what you have there...


  • January 6, 2007

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    Interesting analogy of insight

    This is the daily "Analysis Paralysis" in the form of a poetry competition between me and the voice of God within me. I'm not sure anyone needed to win.

    I saw the fight, but after the TKO was declared God gave me a sucker punch that cracked the 5th vertebrae in my neck.

    lol.

    Great message in the flow of your consciousness.

    “That’s the way!"
    (UN HUH UH HUH)
    WE like it!"
    (UH HUH UH HUH)”.


    The propensity for infinitesimal screeching
    is inversely proportionate to ones' 'perchance to prance'
    And dance in Shakespearean Dream,
    The bitter “UN” of cooperative myth, serene.

    I like the reference to UN in the message you define in your struggle to a higher awareness.
    There's many dark, depressing writings about betrayed mythos that are in reality a self betrayal to a higher awareness. The UN occurs to me as a state of UNlightened searching through a dark cave of fear and doubts.

    Perhaps the truest elegance of love is just letting go of expectations and accepting Gods love as it is and letting it pass THROUGH us rather than struggle with whether we are worthy to recieve.

    Well written rambling of a raucous ride to awareness.

    Art


  • My Nemesis
    January 1, 2007
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    Oh great, now I have that song stuck in my head. I loved this. It is irreverent. The last stanza is great. My God has a sense of humour too - a really good one. Why else would laughter have been created?


  • November 17, 2006
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    extraordinary

    I've never read anything like this. What an imagination you have! I enjoyed this piece very much!


  • theGazzelle
    March 15, 2006
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    The propensity for infinitesimal screeching
    is inversely proportiate to ones' perchance to prance
    And dance in
    The cooperative myth.



    Shit! I can't even remember how I go onto your page now . . . whitewater rapid of consciousness . . . all flows into the cosmic pons . . . fornix minus trinity renders tunics . . . how the hell do I get outta here!


  • Timothy Cameron gold member
    January 22, 2006
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    I was just being ironic. philosophical, humorous, paradoxical...all rolled into one. It is part of being real with God as I understand God.


  • pulsating
    January 22, 2006
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    Whats going on with you??????


  • cherche -d -ame
    January 22, 2006
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    lol...I just had a visul of you flapping those sheets wings Don't ever let anyone trim those flight feathers, they will let you not only fly, but soar as well
    xoxo
    reenie
    Edited on Jan 22, 5:53 because ''.


  • Timothy Cameron gold member
    January 22, 2006
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    ...and the gathering is with flushed abandon. If you see someone running and flapping their arms like two sheets in a whirlwind, squawking wildly, it's just me commenting on your comment. LOL! I view you over gentle planes and the terrain is pleasant hills and valley. May spirit heads always rest in peaceful surrender. Moreover, may the poets of the earth touch their fellow in a way that never lets them forget they are loved.


  • cherche -d -ame
    January 22, 2006
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    . I am flattered and blushing Stop looking up , either climb on the same perch or lower mine lol, and then we can squawk together I am not sure if you are aware but I am owned by some companion birds...1 African Grey , who is sweet as honey and 2 Blue and Gold Maccaws. They are sweet as well , however completely different personalities than the African Grey. They like to see if they can gain the upper hand by being higher up than me...so the trick in training is to keep their perches where they do not get a height advantage....later they can be returned to the hight. It is working really well...they do accept me as equal now , nor do I pose a threat to them , being that they are prey and I am predator. Working with them has been one of the best experiences in my life. It is such a wonderful feeling to know that a bond has been established (one of trust and mutual respect)
    So for you.....I will always stay on my lower perch , as I admire you and the person you are in return. You can dance across my pages anytime and I will scatter roses along them...just gather and smell them
    xoxo
    reenie
    Edited on Jan 22, 5:41 because ''.


  • Timothy Cameron gold member
    January 22, 2006
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    Thanks, Keith. I was a little worried I might go to hell for writing this, but then I realized I've already been there and back and that God loves me anyway, no matter where I am on the learning scale (we DON'T get ready to meet God...we meet God to get ready). LOL!
    Peace Through Love,
    Timothy


  • Timothy Cameron gold member
    January 22, 2006
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    Keep talking like that to me, I'm gonna get sweet on you. LOL! That was really a thoughtful comment, reenie. The rose you often leave me with makes me grateful. I am always happy to see your comments. There are a few people here that I really adore and you are one of them. Thanks so much. You make me suffer from hight(SP?) intoxication. I'm getting dizzy looking up at you! Whatever will I do? LOL! OK, enough clowning around. This is getting too fun!


  • Keith Drew gold member
    January 22, 2006
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    Beautiful

    Brillian BRILLIANT! Where have you been all my life?
    This is wonderful in every stanza, I was in awe.
    Such honesty of self belief in every line. Yet still searching for what it is, that we all search for. I lay beside you on a mental plane,and the feelings like honey you give, from the river that flows from your need to know, in this wonderful poem.
    Thankyou for sharing!


  • cherche -d -ame
    January 22, 2006
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    Anyway, the chemical structure is shown above.
    ------------------------
    hmmmmm....sounds like a chemically induced write as well , something a la genius, a bit of scientific facts mixed with a healthy dose of humour at self and the God that we each call our own I liked that at the end you and your God are dancing <------putting both of you at the same level and eye to eye contact. I am learning all about psittacine behavior right now.....and trying to create an atmosphere of balance between them and self. You see , studies show that as long as they have the advantage of the high perch...there is something called hight intoxication and with that demanding Alpha position. So I have learned to perch them at heart-level and such does wonders. Therefore I enjoyed this so much. You took God from up above, he became a peer and therefore in my eyes more understanding of the plight of you (humanity), and that is what I have often wondered about....if we take away the mystery of God and look at him as someone more equal to us ( yet much sager and wiser) many relationships with him would take on a different tone. For one it would take away the fear that is still so prevalent in some religious beliefs . Okay , I am sure this makes no sense to you...I have rambled, but I do want to thank you for the smile
    xoxo
    reenie

  • rothy
    January 22, 2006
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    sublime

    Wow awesome poem, it flows beatifully, and the language is superb

  • Damae
    January 22, 2006
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    lighthearted

    I really love those who place their divinites as their equals. The dialogue between the two is very interesting, and I love how it rhymes to show the symbiotic relationship between you two. My absolute favorite part was when the speaker asks God, "Who told you I wasn't naked?" Amazing.


  • Timothy Cameron gold member
    January 22, 2006
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    Why don't you say what you REALLY mean, brother? LOL! Thanks for the comment. I should have known to saty on my side of the border (the side with all the green grass on it).


  • AngelDeAmor
    January 22, 2006
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    P.S. I'm not an idiot... just retarded.


  • AngelDeAmor
    January 22, 2006
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    The continuity of a flying penguins flock will reverbirate throughout Kansas City as long as the nuns continue to feed the facade ( like monkeys munching their own turds ) down the gullet of unsuspecting, Jew bashing, BBBastard versions of AIDS carrying migrant workers still skipping over the border willing to be the urban myths that we hold so dear. God has only denied me thrice when I was high, and laid me to bed as an idiot... so where did those precious conversations go when he said that life was a fuckin' box of chocolates? I'm still waiting for the creamy filling... all I'm getting is the God Damn butt nugget samples left over from the last crusade.

    Kool ass poem dude... thanks for the read.
    ~Alejandro~
    Edited on Jan 22, 5:34 because '( Shrugs ) Because.'.

  • Evilia
    January 22, 2006
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    lol, I enjoyed this one. I liked the word choice, mostly, and the last line was the best part.
    This is definitely unique - I've never read anything quite like this before. Congratulations on that.
    Great job, I really liked it.
    Evilia

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