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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Philosophy

Almost

Oh, dear

I wish to answer questions

and maybe I can.

Yet, I cannot.

The visions were too vague

I barely saw it;

and whispers were too soft

I barely heard it.

The brushstrokes

were too subtle,

I could only guess the colors.

How to answer a question

that was (almost) never asked?

How to end a song

that was (almost) never played?

How to end a poem

that was (almost) never written?

Never begins

with Nothing.

Almost

made it complicated.

I am only certain of what was real

the way it is

at my End.

How to know

if it was the End?

Nothing follows.

So, what about the beginning

and end of Almost?

It begins with all;

it ends with most.

----

(If it begins at all, then it ends...at the most.)

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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Philosophy
Almost
Oh, dear
I wish to answer questions
and maybe I can.

Yet, I cannot.

The visions were too vague
I barely saw it;
and whispers were too soft
I barely heard it.

The brushstrokes
were too subtle,
I could only guess the colors.

How to answer a question
that was (almost) never asked?

How to end a song
that was (almost) never played?

How to end a poem
that was (almost) never written?

Never begins
with Nothing.
Almost
made it complicated.

I am only certain of what was real
the way it is
at my End.

How to know
if it was the End?
Nothing follows.

So, what about the beginning
and end of Almost?

It begins with all;
it ends with most.

----
(If it begins at all, then it ends...at the most.)
#poetry  #philosophy  #thoughts  #sadpoems 
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Define what it means to believe in God. Pick a God, any God, or pick several if you wish. 100 coins to the very best
Written by DavidMark

A universe like this

I can only speak

of course

about my own

burning bush,

which blazed briefly

but brightly

as I searched

for ultimate truth

and genuflected

most politely 

until I realised

that God if just

would never 

have acted thus. 

All the stories 

and histories

serve to imprison

and punish 

without blinking

the revisionism 

of the thinking

and cry schism 

but in the end

our jailers are

always only us. 

I don't blame

a jealous God,

for such

was always 

part invention,

mostly fraud,

and I remain

convinced the

God of justice

would never  

have designed 

a universe like this.  

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Written by DavidMark
A universe like this
I can only speak
of course
about my own
burning bush,
which blazed briefly
but brightly
as I searched
for ultimate truth
and genuflected
most politely 
until I realised
that God if just
would never 
have acted thus. 
All the stories 
and histories
serve to imprison
and punish 
without blinking
the revisionism 
of the thinking
and cry schism 
but in the end
our jailers are
always only us. 
I don't blame
a jealous God,
for such
was always 
part invention,
mostly fraud,
and I remain
convinced the
God of justice
would never  
have designed 
a universe like this.  
#poetry  #philosophy  #mystery  #spirituality 
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Written by DavidMark

When I looked up...

Moon englobed with smog

On an early morning cold

Thoughts that paint it gold 

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When I looked up...
Moon englobed with smog
On an early morning cold
Thoughts that paint it gold 
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Written by LoganCraine in portal Poetry & Free Verse

I used to be afraid that I'd forget to put on my ring every morning.

Now my entire hand feels empty and vulnerable if I take it off too soon before going to sleep.

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Written by LoganCraine in portal Poetry & Free Verse
I used to be afraid that I'd forget to put on my ring every morning.

Now my entire hand feels empty and vulnerable if I take it off too soon before going to sleep.

#nonfiction  #romance  #poetry  #philosophy  #love  #happy  #opinion  #LateForValentines 
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Written by DavidMark in portal Publishing

Bleedback

     In a clandestine laboratory operating in the abandoned sub-basement of a city hospital, a girl lay dreaming. In this dream she was being examined by a man in a white coat. The girl was strapped down on a metal table and dressed in a blue hospital gown that provided some protection from the chill. She couldn’t remember who she was or what she was supposed to be doing, nor could she move a muscle. Otherwise, she felt surprisingly alert.

     “Is it awake now?” a voice asked from the side. The man in the lab coat grunted and casually slapped the prone figure’s face, making her head turn to the side.

     “In a receptive state for the procedure but not in control of its muscles”, said the lab technician.

     From her new perspective the girl could see the other speaker. He was of short and muscular build, but was carrying a lot of extra weight. The fat man had an axe-like nose and cruel eyes: clearly not a person to take lightly. He went on to ask a series of questions about the procedure under way.

     The technician explained that the mapping of sites in the neocortex associated with old memories had been completed the previous day. These sites had been selectively overloaded using a targeted microwave treatment.

     “In this technique the language centres and the soft brain areas related to mobility, muscle skills and so on are left untouched”, the technician added.

     The fat man asked about the unit’s hard memories.The technician replied that they had electronically wiped them and they would be replaced later with a new download to the software/hardware interface or soha.

     “So, it’s effectively a blank at this stage?” asked the fat man.

     The lab-coated man came back into the girl’s view and waved his hand in front of her eyes which were frozen open.

     “You specified an mDNA or meme load from a human donor and a re-training package that includes overwriting the hardware memory with recordings taken from the original. This procedure is problematic on a fully formed Synthetic. We blank as much as we can but there is always the chance of bleedback from the soft brain.”

     The technician refrained from mentioning one further complication: the only stock meeting the requirements was a captured Gaian Synthetic. The unit had been scheduled for destruction after the research programme it was being used in was proscribed in the Peace Accords.

     The fat man sneered: “Don’t give me that bleedback crap, Doctor fucking Feelgood. Can you meet the order or not?”

     The Synthetic known as Dr Feelgood sighed. “The hardware can be overwritten, but memory and personality is tricky. Much of that is held not just in the soft brain, but also in the mDNA so there will be some cross-over … some ancestral memory from previous meme loads."

      “But the new meme and replacement memories will dominate?” insisted the fat man.

      “Yes.”

     “One last thing”, said the fat man. “Can you make it more obedient?”

#

Copyright David Mark

This is an extract from a novel.  At present there is a plot outline and around 10,000 words have been written.

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Written by DavidMark in portal Publishing
Bleedback
     In a clandestine laboratory operating in the abandoned sub-basement of a city hospital, a girl lay dreaming. In this dream she was being examined by a man in a white coat. The girl was strapped down on a metal table and dressed in a blue hospital gown that provided some protection from the chill. She couldn’t remember who she was or what she was supposed to be doing, nor could she move a muscle. Otherwise, she felt surprisingly alert.
     “Is it awake now?” a voice asked from the side. The man in the lab coat grunted and casually slapped the prone figure’s face, making her head turn to the side.
     “In a receptive state for the procedure but not in control of its muscles”, said the lab technician.
     From her new perspective the girl could see the other speaker. He was of short and muscular build, but was carrying a lot of extra weight. The fat man had an axe-like nose and cruel eyes: clearly not a person to take lightly. He went on to ask a series of questions about the procedure under way.
     The technician explained that the mapping of sites in the neocortex associated with old memories had been completed the previous day. These sites had been selectively overloaded using a targeted microwave treatment.
     “In this technique the language centres and the soft brain areas related to mobility, muscle skills and so on are left untouched”, the technician added.
     The fat man asked about the unit’s hard memories.The technician replied that they had electronically wiped them and they would be replaced later with a new download to the software/hardware interface or soha.
     “So, it’s effectively a blank at this stage?” asked the fat man.
     The lab-coated man came back into the girl’s view and waved his hand in front of her eyes which were frozen open.
     “You specified an mDNA or meme load from a human donor and a re-training package that includes overwriting the hardware memory with recordings taken from the original. This procedure is problematic on a fully formed Synthetic. We blank as much as we can but there is always the chance of bleedback from the soft brain.”
     The technician refrained from mentioning one further complication: the only stock meeting the requirements was a captured Gaian Synthetic. The unit had been scheduled for destruction after the research programme it was being used in was proscribed in the Peace Accords.
     The fat man sneered: “Don’t give me that bleedback crap, Doctor fucking Feelgood. Can you meet the order or not?”
     The Synthetic known as Dr Feelgood sighed. “The hardware can be overwritten, but memory and personality is tricky. Much of that is held not just in the soft brain, but also in the mDNA so there will be some cross-over … some ancestral memory from previous meme loads."
      “But the new meme and replacement memories will dominate?” insisted the fat man.
      “Yes.”
     “One last thing”, said the fat man. “Can you make it more obedient?”
#
Copyright David Mark
This is an extract from a novel.  At present there is a plot outline and around 10,000 words have been written.
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///// Nightdwellers 'Beginning Line' Challenge (February) ///// Write a piece of literature with the beginning line ‘LEAVES FELL TO THE GROUND THAT DAY…’ Tag it #nightdwellers #beginningline. http://www.facebook.com/groups/NightdwellersWrites/
Written by Tylasmith

falling leaves

Leaves fell to the ground 

as I buried you 

it covered your body 

and lifted you up into the sky 

and slowly you became a part of the universe 

and the sky began to weep and rejoice 

and envelop you in the great spirit 

the wolfs howl at the moon 

and sound off your arrival 

the birds gather around 

and fly high in the sky to lead the way 

sunflowers bow their heads in prayer begging god to safeguard your soul and turn you into a flower 

the heavens crack open and shine light 

and sing hymns of hope 

and yelling praises 

angels widen their wings 

and open the gates of heaven 

and envelop you 

in gods open hands 

and gods shuts the gates of heaven 

and the moment ends 

and then the grief and sadness sinks in........

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///// Nightdwellers 'Beginning Line' Challenge (February) ///// Write a piece of literature with the beginning line ‘LEAVES FELL TO THE GROUND THAT DAY…’ Tag it #nightdwellers #beginningline. http://www.facebook.com/groups/NightdwellersWrites/
Written by Tylasmith
falling leaves
Leaves fell to the ground 
as I buried you 
it covered your body 
and lifted you up into the sky 
and slowly you became a part of the universe 
and the sky began to weep and rejoice 
and envelop you in the great spirit 
the wolfs howl at the moon 
and sound off your arrival 
the birds gather around 
and fly high in the sky to lead the way 
sunflowers bow their heads in prayer begging god to safeguard your soul and turn you into a flower 
the heavens crack open and shine light 
and sing hymns of hope 
and yelling praises 
angels widen their wings 
and open the gates of heaven 
and envelop you 
in gods open hands 
and gods shuts the gates of heaven 
and the moment ends 
and then the grief and sadness sinks in........




#poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality  #deathisabeauitfulthing 
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I got this idea from a poetry workshop I went to yesterday: Write a poem about what your words do. "My words change" or "My words never lie" for example. Make it as creative as you want! And tag me @LiberalPoet.
Written by Confusheyusss in portal Poetry & Free Verse

My Words...

My words manipulate, stipulate

Initiate, deviate, and extrapolate

My words are an introduction

Sometimes they are a mystery

When I want them to be

They are my vault, a barrier

That I invoke for some silly

Cowardice; a selfish intent

That I know and utterly trust

For my heart’s fragile; a fool

My words are a caricature

They often draw a blank

Or a deep, dark, dangerous

Fantasy; a virtual reality

I haven’t yet dared to venture

My words, when I make them

They lie to me, comfort me

And they offer me swift solace

My words are sometimes

Not even my own, as they

Implore, imply, and pilfer

Experiences, emotions; a stranger

For me to feel; to completely heal

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I got this idea from a poetry workshop I went to yesterday: Write a poem about what your words do. "My words change" or "My words never lie" for example. Make it as creative as you want! And tag me @LiberalPoet.
Written by Confusheyusss in portal Poetry & Free Verse
My Words...
My words manipulate, stipulate
Initiate, deviate, and extrapolate

My words are an introduction
Sometimes they are a mystery
When I want them to be
They are my vault, a barrier
That I invoke for some silly
Cowardice; a selfish intent
That I know and utterly trust
For my heart’s fragile; a fool

My words are a caricature
They often draw a blank
Or a deep, dark, dangerous
Fantasy; a virtual reality
I haven’t yet dared to venture
My words, when I make them
They lie to me, comfort me
And they offer me swift solace

My words are sometimes
Not even my own, as they
Implore, imply, and pilfer
Experiences, emotions; a stranger
For me to feel; to completely heal





#poetry  #philosophy  #challenge  #wordpower  #PersonalPerspective 
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Written by Selahkx in portal Poetry & Free Verse

a man tried to

silence

my mind

tonight

it made me realize

how much i

miss you

with you i never had

to explain

mySelf

~even in my silence

selah.k_x

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Written by Selahkx in portal Poetry & Free Verse
a man tried to
silence
my mind
tonight

it made me realize
how much i
miss you

with you i never had
to explain
mySelf

~even in my silence
selah.k_x
#nonfiction  #romance  #poetry  #philosophy  #love  #spirituality  #friendship  #opinion 
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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Stream of Consciousness

Vanity

the mirror gaped at her

no, it was her(self)

who looked this time

reflections of her past

just hurt

one look

one stroke it took

the mirror broke

each piece she looked

her image stayed

not just one anymore

she saw her(self)

in jagged glass

splinters stung her eyes

a thousand fragments

all looked at her

all cracks and shards

all shape and size

all with her eyes

she swept the floor

until there was no more

aside from tears

why did she look?

vain Alice

missed her land

new mirror

her door, she thought

but Wonderland’s inside her

one look

one stroke it took

it was her(self)

who broke her heart

this time

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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Stream of Consciousness
Vanity
the mirror gaped at her
no, it was her(self)
who looked this time

reflections of her past
just hurt
one look
one stroke it took

the mirror broke
each piece she looked
her image stayed
not just one anymore

she saw her(self)
in jagged glass
splinters stung her eyes
a thousand fragments

all looked at her
all cracks and shards
all shape and size
all with her eyes

she swept the floor
until there was no more
aside from tears

why did she look?
vain Alice
missed her land

new mirror
her door, she thought
but Wonderland’s inside her
one look
one stroke it took

it was her(self)
who broke her heart
this time
#fantasy  #poetry  #philosophy  #alice  #sadpoems 
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Written by joyceanne

Girl Meditating

Cross-legged,

perched upon a mountain-top,

Swaddled in silken hues murmuring to the wind,

Buttercup gold blooms around her knees,

Violet blossoms across her back

Adorned with an ebony braid.

The black plait glistens

With each rise and fall of her breath,

She sees slight changes in the clouds,

Herself.

Hands resting in peace,

Thumbs kiss forefingers stained scarlet,

Chakra fluid-light pulsing at their tips.

Across the valley

Beyond sloping peaks,

Her eyes arise through dark fringe

To glimpse the watcher.

Grateful lips barely open,

Not to speak,

Still

She waits and listens.

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Written by joyceanne
Girl Meditating
Cross-legged,
perched upon a mountain-top,
Swaddled in silken hues murmuring to the wind,
Buttercup gold blooms around her knees,
Violet blossoms across her back
Adorned with an ebony braid.

The black plait glistens
With each rise and fall of her breath,
She sees slight changes in the clouds,
Herself.

Hands resting in peace,
Thumbs kiss forefingers stained scarlet,
Chakra fluid-light pulsing at their tips.

Across the valley
Beyond sloping peaks,
Her eyes arise through dark fringe
To glimpse the watcher.

Grateful lips barely open,
Not to speak,
Still
She waits and listens.
#poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality 
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