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pushing pressuring for answer, though of the mouth, one lip alone can/'/t give.

My brown round eyes- sightless to mundane touchable things;
gazing, fixed on ideas in birth flowing in vitro on conceptual seas-
this sight beyond vision brings me, without blink, in my mind, to my knees.

My ears- unwanted shipwrecks crash up my canals; misery, joy, truth, lies.
Oh scoundrels! You cartilage agents in flappy disguise,
you raw data passers of the world to my mind.

I/'/m composed of stretchy pokable breakable parts-
vital, yes; engineered, and redundantly so
though nonetheless pawns, backbenchers all-
support staff in service to the Big Show.

Cerebrally wired to toil and toll, unceasing streaming of
unfiltered data my brain collates precisely, this way or that;
an endless demand to crunch sensory input,
my brain (as my finger) aught but a tool- thus my mind/'/s mindless goal
obeys without question commands from my soul.

Swells life music to in on over us all- so precious the baton you wield and hold.

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Baton Weavers All

Contributed by Invierno on Tuesday, 1st March 2016 @ 07:54:21 PM in AEST
Topic: PoemsonBeauty

My finger- pressing, interrogating lower fleshy lip,
pushing pressuring for answer, though of the mouth, one lip alone can/'/t give.

My brown round eyes- sightless to mundane touchable things;
gazing, fixed on ideas in birth flowing in vitro on conceptual seas-
this sight beyond vision brings me, without blink, in my mind, to my knees.

My ears- unwanted shipwrecks crash up my canals; misery, joy, truth, lies.
Oh scoundrels! You cartilage agents in flappy disguise,
you raw data passers of the world to my mind.

I/'/m composed of stretchy pokable breakable parts-
vital, yes; engineered, and redundantly so
though nonetheless pawns, backbenchers all-
support staff in service to the Big Show.

Cerebrally wired to toil and toll, unceasing streaming of
unfiltered data my brain collates precisely, this way or that;
an endless demand to crunch sensory input,
my brain (as my finger) aught but a tool- thus my mind/'/s mindless goal
obeys without question commands from my soul.

Swells life music to in on over us all- so precious the baton you wield and hold.

Copyright © Invierno ... [ 2016-03-01 19:54:21]
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Re: Baton Weavers All (User Rating: 1 )
by ming on Tuesday, 1st March 2016 @ 09:52:51 PM AEST
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Bravo! This line clinched it for me, /'/my mind/'/s mindless goal obeys without question commands from my soul/'/ :)

ming

Re: Baton Weavers All (User Rating: 1 )
by RussellReinhardt on Wednesday, 2nd March 2016 @ 02:17:12 AM AEST
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Hello my Brother,

More than a year or so
Emotions buried in snow
My mind is adrift
How priorities shift
My thoughts are stagnated and slow
How I ask are we to know
What tomorrow will bring
Will we awake and hear the birds sing
Or will it be like in the Matrix
Our over active mind playing tricks
One thing I can tell you for sure
Is when I knock on that door
A famillier face will appear
Arm will reach out and draw me near
Hello! Hello my brother
Even though we not from the same mother

RR
2016:03:02

Just for you my brother its been a year since we have spoken or that I/'/ve been on the sight let alone wrote, I came online just to escape and your poem was the first I saw, I couldn/'/t take it in or understand what it means I was just so happy to see your name, and this poem was inspired by the thought of you my brother how I miss you and all my friends here. Sorry to you and everyone

RR

Re: Baton Weavers All (User Rating: 1 )
by Rakerman1999 on Wednesday, 2nd March 2016 @ 09:36:34 PM AEST
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nice work!, very imaginative writing my friend,
well done

Raker

Re: Baton Weavers All (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Saturday, 5th March 2016 @ 07:10:05 PM AEST
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A thinking man/'/s write here. It/'/s not the baton that controls us, but our own desire to follow! (The bullfighters cape could be blue for all the bull knows!)
How often we empower the choreographer rather than explore our motives to dance to their tune!
This tells a tale that tries to decipher the why of it, but like any complicated work of art...we know what we like, long before we know the reason--and by then it is too late!l
Our bodies rely on repetition and routine..and the soul follows. Unless, like this curious introspection...someone raises the question so deftly that we follow along until the very last line, when we discover we have been challenged!
Defiance in sheeps clothing. Wonderful!
softerware

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