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Today, years ago
a legend was brought forth –
not into a manger of the low’st low
nor with an golden ass-fork.
a distinct fate he gnawed,
name’s Bob…son of Herod?
maybe, maybe not –
Aquarians are an awfully awesome lot.
funny my guru sent me an SMS
last night, and Today I was
sitting loath-us
with him amongst other fellas.
we sang well and long,
“…Baba Nam Kevalam…”;
[Mahrlee sniffed dee smoked bong
ahnd sed, “jah…rastah hIgh ahm…”]
always Om huh-pee in my ignorant bliss
grounded like that, purged of names but One;
afloat with my May-bee that or this,
enuff in nuffin, all in none.
welp, he did take the bullet and appeared
from the john the same John, er Bob,
after 2 sunsets, with a voice bettered
to mæssage the countless heartless mob.
would’ve could’ve initiated a ricochet
from the cock to my temple 13 years past –
but all that now is a living cliché,
a tribute to myself growing old fast.

written 2/6/08

7 Feb 08

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always Om huh-pee in my ignorant bliss
grounded like that, purged of names but One;
afloat with my May-bee that or this,
enuff in nuffin, all in none.
with a voice bettered
to mæssage the countless heartless mob.
They are in my opinion the best
i like the parallel of births, the legendary beginning of the poem.
 — nisetru

kung hey fat choy
 — chuckle_s

i dont know how to spell it properly
 — chuckle_s

so cast aside your mocassins and journey with me to sumeria where we might go on a peaceful rampage
crushing our enemies
seeing them driven before us
hearing the lamentations of their women
 — chuckle_s

nisetru: thank you so much. still struggling, me.
your kindness overwhelms as always.

chuckle_s: kung hei fat choi! not sure of my
spelling either. THAT sounds like a plan, hehe.

: )
 — fractalcore


i think it is all too mixed up -
even though this is a good poem about try to find salvation, i think you might want to centre on the ideologies of the above-mentioned to drive the point home, in a better way.
 — unknown

Om mani padme hum always sounded a lot like Oh Mommy take me home when I heard it, well I'm a synaesthetic dyslexic so I thought you were god in this Poem -- I guess when you live long enough everything becomes a cliche' -- if it wasn't for flashbacks we'd not have many memories at all -- kung fu fat boy -- all I ever got from mysticism was the mist and I woulda missed that too -- walking down the street I saw a homosexual then a heterosexual and then a metrosexual and than a retrosexual and that left me a no sex at all -- I loved the sitting in loath-us in a Tan trick salon
 — AlchemiA

thanks for reading, AlchemiA, and again
i say "oh mommy take me home" just makes
perfect sense 'coz we're headed towards home
of just one sort, Singularity -- our primordial
identity, to be exact, and you know it already.

unknown, thanks for reading as well. you must
know that Bob Marley was born Feb 6, 1945 and
while this piece struck you as all too mixed up you
can discard all the lines except the last and let it
speak for the poem. that's the point diven at. sorry
the spiritual/mystical mumbo jumbo distracted you;
they are very significant and true occurences without
the conscious craving for salvation. feb 6 means so
much to me -- probably much more than it would to
Bob or anybody else.

: )
 — fractalcore

...Today, that is...
: )
 — fractalcore

Seems that you are not speaking about Bob or anybody else but yourself and I only know 1 reason for somebody to be very attached with a specific date...Is Feb 6 a witness to your first cry?  
 — happymole

Aquarian age blah blah blah....why don't you make it simple...Aquarian Sage is a better title I guess.  :)  
 — happymole

attached with=attached to
 — happymole

um, i dunno what you're talking about,
happymole. just one of those bad-hair
days maybe. i got rid of the hair and i'm
a clean-shaven skinhead now.

thank you for reading.
: )
 — fractalcore

that's too much politics for me,
shapeshifter. i will never ever
want a voter's ID.

thanks for stopping by.
: )
 — fractalcore

do you think they all'd better burn
at the stakes though?

i think they all should, them fool-of-shit-shanks.
: )
 — fractalcore

line 4: "an" should be "a"

this seems a bit convoluted.

i like line 9

but not 8 at all
 — unknown

hi, unknown.

the 'an' in |4 is there to make "with an (or with'n)"
rhyme with "golden". let's forget about the conventional
"an ass-fork golden" for  while.

convoluted? let's not forget about that.

thanks for stopping by.
: )
 — fractalcore

 — amaviena

thanks for reading, amaviena.
: )
 — fractalcore

And this is the truth, we are all saved and drowing in muck, so what say? Nothing to save, nothing to drown. Mm all is okay.
 — Highwayman

your speech is very crasy,
crasy like a spanish whore.

thanks for entertaining me so often,
often like a spanish whore.
 — jenakajoffer

glad to be of significance to you, jen.

Highwayman, thanks for stopping by, but
do i reek of muck? maybe i do; forgot to
take a bath for a week now, yaknow, hehe.
: )
 — fractalcore

nothin in a nayum ya knowuh scottee boyeee whiplawsh man come ... wee go mohtahwn man wrong way .... gooud rokin danight, lahdeeee
 — unknown

ayell foullow yhour leeed, deear sur.
showee mee dee weed, er way...
: )
 — fractalcore

i like this. i didn't want to. damnit
 — unknown

i wrote it. i wanted to.

i like you. i didn't want to.
thanks, unknown. damnit.
: )
 — fractalcore

'a'  in l4, not 'an'.

good poem.
 — unknown

hi, unknown.
ithink i've already explained why i used "an" in |4.

thanks for reading.
: )
 — fractalcore

なむ あみだ ぶつ

: )
 — fractalcore


thanks for faving this, man.
this will incidentally have its
1st PC anniversary next month.

time flies fast, don't it?
: )
 — fractalcore

Herod's wife's name was Doris.


I read lines 5 to 20 out loud and it made someone here laugh, me too when i realised it was the words not me trying a silly accent i can barely do  :D

im in love with those lines..
 — Mongrol

ey, Mongee.

mee try soo hard to say it well out loud
meself but me tongue fails all dee time.

too much of my brother's bob marley
pictures in our room maybee.

mee thank thee.
: )
 — fractalcore

yeh i should say the accent isn't silly :)

just my attempt at it

 — Mongrol

oh well...
: )
 — fractalcore

Nice. I didn't expect that.
 — unknown

thanks, unky.

you didn't expect what?
: )
 — fractalcore

just wanna bump this
for its upcoming

: )
 — fractalcore

huh-pee bee-her-day.

: )
 — fractalcore

happy birthday aquarius,
hehe, i love golden ass-fork ;)

nice poem, hard-core
L4 "a" not "an".
 — jenakajoffer

hi, jen.

it's a big day, thanks. how you been?
i know you can never leave this place.

the 'an' is a deliberate move on sonics,
by the way.

: )
 — fractalcore

yes, i was taking a leap by mentioning the spelling there,
deep down i think i know you enough to know you meant it. ;)

things are ok.  i guess this place does keep bringing ya back.
i hope you're doing well, have a great day, sonny.
 — jenakajoffer

well, for me, i think i can spend 33 more
years on PC so long as it still exists.

it's hard to know oneself really -- something
that i know of myself fully well -- but i guess
some people do know me indeed, hehe.

have a good one, jen.
: )
 — fractalcore

way past feb 6 but chanced upon a month past and 10 days. today is march 16 :)

Happy Birthday, way too advanced for the next year
 — unknown

thank you, unk.

; )
 — fractalcore

was i talking to myself, author?
 — unknown

i dunno, unk.
 — fractalcore

happy 4th anniversary to this post.
 — fractalcore