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Frumious Bandersnatch
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Share your love of prose in this thread. If you like writing sappy poetry, your fellow prose fanatics want to read it! This isn't a place to be critical or shit talk, but rather to appreciate one another's command of whatever language (or in my case, lack there of 
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Here is some stuff I wrote on a silent retreat during the winter holidays:
). Here is some stuff I wrote on a silent retreat during the winter holidays:
Junkie Landscape
Shiitake Feelings
Predatory Feelings
Forever Stranger
Om Nom Nom
Between two invisible rivers,
Blackened from his efforts,
Lays a valley
Of pristine virgin hue
Now shaded brackish purple
Its exact location long a mystery.
He had ventured in before,
But had never found a flow.
And as is the way
For those who are self taught
From the first effort
There were many misses.
A worn, stubborn determination of his age,
The only difference between then and now.
Entering each time feebly,
The journey was not as painful as he'd remembered.
Checking if the point met its mark
Its piercing silver mouth face down
Seeking subterranean flow
The luscious plume of deepest rose
All at once had registered
This time the point has met its mark
Which was noted with joyous glee
Most certainly not humility.
As thumb and forefinger carefully guide plunger home
He beams, smiling
At the warm glow known shortly to come.
For he can now count himself among them,
Finally one of the feared and jaded few.
To wear this mark of shame with pride
Bruised, hidden away beneath a sleeve.
Although his goal was met
This time he didn't find what he was looking for.
What was found did not match memory,
Neither something new nor that which called him.
Instead this accomplishment of familiar sickening
Tinged with warmth of sentiment and romance.
Pooling empty in its embrace
Transfixed sitting here alone
Plasma laced bitter smack
The endlessness of hope
He rode this wave of heroic black
Reliably righteous exogenous endorphins.
Not unlike trying to realize the majestic impossibility of daydream
Is recognizing the phantasm of this dream
For the greedy promise that it is:
No longer present is his effort to realize desire.
What was found is more vast, and sorrow
Tinged with the remorse of loss
At the insight of truest desire
Cannot be both realized and consumed
Whether by mouth or lungs, plugged or sniffed
Not even by sterling spoonful or the mind.
What he seeks is a nurture not to be sought.
Essence merely waiting to be found
To be met at the source in kind.
For those brave, courageous enough to try
The only requirement stubborn effort
Each moment kindled anew with wisdom to fill
Your rooms with all precious things
Created by patience, transformed through attention.
New beauty, this mysterious delight
Old moon, new moonlight
Not to be consumed
It is there, always there
Hidden away, awaiting
Calling forth for rediscovery.
Now it is blackened, hard
This place needs time to heal.
So give it space and do not assume
That everything will be alright because
Everything will be however it will be.
He sees more clearly now
Explorer of pain,
Curator of newfound delight.
His only responsibility now
To nurture and remember.
When confused or if in doubt
Try to be more kind
Always more gentle.
The way it is is not self evident.
If only you do not assume,
Things may turn out alright.
Blackened from his efforts,
Lays a valley
Of pristine virgin hue
Now shaded brackish purple
Its exact location long a mystery.
He had ventured in before,
But had never found a flow.
And as is the way
For those who are self taught
From the first effort
There were many misses.
A worn, stubborn determination of his age,
The only difference between then and now.
Entering each time feebly,
The journey was not as painful as he'd remembered.
Checking if the point met its mark
Its piercing silver mouth face down
Seeking subterranean flow
The luscious plume of deepest rose
All at once had registered
This time the point has met its mark
Which was noted with joyous glee
Most certainly not humility.
As thumb and forefinger carefully guide plunger home
He beams, smiling
At the warm glow known shortly to come.
For he can now count himself among them,
Finally one of the feared and jaded few.
To wear this mark of shame with pride
Bruised, hidden away beneath a sleeve.
Although his goal was met
This time he didn't find what he was looking for.
What was found did not match memory,
Neither something new nor that which called him.
Instead this accomplishment of familiar sickening
Tinged with warmth of sentiment and romance.
Pooling empty in its embrace
Transfixed sitting here alone
Plasma laced bitter smack
The endlessness of hope
He rode this wave of heroic black
Reliably righteous exogenous endorphins.
Not unlike trying to realize the majestic impossibility of daydream
Is recognizing the phantasm of this dream
For the greedy promise that it is:
No longer present is his effort to realize desire.
What was found is more vast, and sorrow
Tinged with the remorse of loss
At the insight of truest desire
Cannot be both realized and consumed
Whether by mouth or lungs, plugged or sniffed
Not even by sterling spoonful or the mind.
What he seeks is a nurture not to be sought.
Essence merely waiting to be found
To be met at the source in kind.
For those brave, courageous enough to try
The only requirement stubborn effort
Each moment kindled anew with wisdom to fill
Your rooms with all precious things
Created by patience, transformed through attention.
New beauty, this mysterious delight
Old moon, new moonlight
Not to be consumed
It is there, always there
Hidden away, awaiting
Calling forth for rediscovery.
Now it is blackened, hard
This place needs time to heal.
So give it space and do not assume
That everything will be alright because
Everything will be however it will be.
He sees more clearly now
Explorer of pain,
Curator of newfound delight.
His only responsibility now
To nurture and remember.
When confused or if in doubt
Try to be more kind
Always more gentle.
The way it is is not self evident.
If only you do not assume,
Things may turn out alright.
Shiitake Feelings
Oh joy!
Your mushrooms make me want to shout
Delicious, desire rushing forth
Unmoved, all longing stifled
Half smiling, still
I can't bring myself to stop and puzzle
At the pleasant inauthenticity
Of tiny slices
Oranges so Mandarin
Easily accepting neon deception
Quizzicality, so sweet
Gently conjuring through
Effervescent memory
Comfort, falsehood
Fantasies from a lonely, fairytale childhood
Your mushrooms make me want to shout
Delicious, desire rushing forth
Unmoved, all longing stifled
Half smiling, still
I can't bring myself to stop and puzzle
At the pleasant inauthenticity
Of tiny slices
Oranges so Mandarin
Easily accepting neon deception
Quizzicality, so sweet
Gently conjuring through
Effervescent memory
Comfort, falsehood
Fantasies from a lonely, fairytale childhood
Predatory Feelings
Tautological love
Rhythmic algorithm
Purest desire
Draws me close
And nearer still
Turning in towards
And too often
They're pulled away
Forced forwards
Toward you
This piercing
Gaze arose
From deep inside
An electric shudder
Need of want
Demands of reciprocity
Please draw me nearest
Please consume me dearest
Let us recognize needs shared
To command each other's love
Lustful, open and in earnest.
And to those who
Do not understand this
Kind of animal feelings:
Fuck off.
Rhythmic algorithm
Purest desire
Draws me close
And nearer still
Turning in towards
And too often
They're pulled away
Forced forwards
Toward you
This piercing
Gaze arose
From deep inside
An electric shudder
Need of want
Demands of reciprocity
Please draw me nearest
Please consume me dearest
Let us recognize needs shared
To command each other's love
Lustful, open and in earnest.
And to those who
Do not understand this
Kind of animal feelings:
Fuck off.
Forever Stranger
As we grow up
Told how to behave
Belief of right from wrong
Which words to use
A name for each new feeling
Building a world on distinguishing
The difference of good from bad
Care not
Disgust in all dogma
Go on a mission to undermine
Scoff at their world
Narrow bindings
Moralistic typology
To recognize you live in a reality
Of all things held
Relative and dependent
Displays a profound respect
For truest universalities
Rarely given to cohesive form
Strangeness and the odd is value
With it immense utility
Teasing out whether what we prize most
Serves whose purpose
Especially when it is presented holy, wholesome
Allow yourself to grow largeness of mind
Moved by the fear, new dis-ease
That things are always more than what they seem
The desire for growth and the yet unknown
Only requires sprinklings of tender care
When their words, directions
The way of thought
Only matter so much
Can you let yourself be
A stranger to find anew
Your more real self,
Your hair loved off
Leave them moved
Bare your uncovered self uncouth
Basked in naked vulnerability
More authentic
Each failure grounds
For new discoveries
What really matters most
Is not so very different
In the beginning and the end
So rest
And be at ease with
Being forever stranger
Told how to behave
Belief of right from wrong
Which words to use
A name for each new feeling
Building a world on distinguishing
The difference of good from bad
Care not
Disgust in all dogma
Go on a mission to undermine
Scoff at their world
Narrow bindings
Moralistic typology
To recognize you live in a reality
Of all things held
Relative and dependent
Displays a profound respect
For truest universalities
Rarely given to cohesive form
Strangeness and the odd is value
With it immense utility
Teasing out whether what we prize most
Serves whose purpose
Especially when it is presented holy, wholesome
Allow yourself to grow largeness of mind
Moved by the fear, new dis-ease
That things are always more than what they seem
The desire for growth and the yet unknown
Only requires sprinklings of tender care
When their words, directions
The way of thought
Only matter so much
Can you let yourself be
A stranger to find anew
Your more real self,
Your hair loved off
Leave them moved
Bare your uncovered self uncouth
Basked in naked vulnerability
More authentic
Each failure grounds
For new discoveries
What really matters most
Is not so very different
In the beginning and the end
So rest
And be at ease with
Being forever stranger
Om Nom Nom
The clitter-clatter
Metal finger gentle caress ceramic
Like little feet scampering forth
Across the hearth
Silence to nourish
Belly just full
Have you ever heard a sight so filling
As the common supping of such beautiful people
Flavor so pleasant
Bitter, salt and sweet
Time to savor
Now eyes
To gentle
Close.
Metal finger gentle caress ceramic
Like little feet scampering forth
Across the hearth
Silence to nourish
Belly just full
Have you ever heard a sight so filling
As the common supping of such beautiful people
Flavor so pleasant
Bitter, salt and sweet
Time to savor
Now eyes
To gentle
Close.
