Hydrocronics

Heres 2 ...poems, or works, that i typed "off-the-head."
They took me about 5-7 minutes each, with no editing .
Here you go. Think about them VERY deeply, and do not take the words for their surface level....or, take them at surface level. Whatever you do...I think you will find them well written. Do not take the words for their



This speaks of many things... relating to the mind, consciousness, and the universe in general.



"The ocean sways eternal within its vastness,
returning calm to the Eye of the Storm as if a doldrum in the midst of the neverending fury of the waters .
The climbers ascend the mountain,
the mountain challenges their determination and
ultimately, their souls.
The skies illuminate with a seemingly opaque, ethereal
shadow of harvest golden, as the souls make their
temporary ascension into the twilight for the last time.
The noise of the silence is nonpariel, echoing tongues of
the night and reflecting a cinema of consciousness.
The effort is made, the prospects and meanings are
infinite, yet nothing all within the same force.
The dimensions are calling, from another time, another
fabric of space which remains unseen.
A distant wailing originates from an unknown source,
a constantly detected form of nothingness,
lost within the cradle of life, another location, another
collection of energies, ...it clings to the form of
present, as does all.
I breathe life into the trees of ancient, as they
reciprocate.
Time unfolds, a mutation of serenity is hidden within the
depths.
Forever enhancing the content within the archives of the
cerebral catacombs...their place shall be found and neatly
catagorized.
The randomness continues, and envelops everything within
its limitless boundaries, chaos it's one consistency."

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Heres the other one. It speaks of the universe, human systems and methods of life, memory, etc.


"Change occurs as expected, however unknown.
The time of action and consequence has reached its juxtaposition,
It touches and taints the mind, leaving one with regret, confusion, and a nostalgic anger.
Existential ideology freshly lacerates the sealed mind,
while the tenets of corporate dogma attempt to repair the so-called wounds,
as they insist that the measure of a man is his societal status and material possessions.
The Opened are dissapated yet adhered to one another on the tremendous, endless plain of the metaphysical.
Thoughts and volumes occupy universal time,
the weight of the conscious universe is held within this,
spawning a transition of incalculable, ever-altering conclusions.
the dogs of our wars recapitulate on their endeavors,
claiming they have done what is right,
yet it is all within the Eye of the Beholder.
A seething question burns the mind,
a luminescence and form generated from a tremendous concentration of energies.
Still the clock shall wind down, measuring our current beings remaining time,
yet eternal is the Life Force, stranded in a chaotic nothingness which consists of everything,
attempting to thrive within a system of Oligarchic methodry,
imprisoned within the confines of the ever changing modern world,
a modern world which is only modern for a moment,
and then becomes the past, as the new moments continue to rise and fall within their glory.
The mistakes of the past never seen within our current theories and conformist philosophies,
assimilated into a belief of arrogance and ignorance,
as they go hand in hand."

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See u around, i plan on logging in more often again.
Glad to be back, hopefully some old face will remember me.

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"When you smoke herb you see the system in front of you." - Bob Marley

The Mind is Open.

Herb Ninja

I wouldn't call myself an old face but welcome back. Thats some intense poetry, keep it up its very thought provoking.

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beats

From what I read. It's amazing

Sorry for not such a detailed response, but I wanted to get my Welcome Backs, and good job's in.

I'm also not much of an old face. But I've read some of your old posts. I know you..but you don't know me

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atucker20

Welcome back Hydrocronics...i remember one of the best threads you posted about freestyles awhile back man!

Keep up the rhyming skills!

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"You know you've been smoking too much pot when you start keeping all your money in baggies, because you figure that's how it's eventually going to end up anyways."-Captain Honkey

twisty

I really like the second one. Great paen to disenchantment, with the way humanity steers its course. I quite agree with the sentiments and the tempo and flows good. The first is pretty surreal and deep i drowned . Why for the last time, if it was such an epiphany?

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