Quantum Zen

time foretold of it's own demise
a message written across a trillion skies
the universe is just wearing a clever disguise
the current story is waiting for your revise

an aeon is a billion years
it's just a blink of an eye
all things may one day disappear
with a universal sigh

and on that day we all will see
that there was nothing that we ever needed to be
that we always are all that is
and that we always and forever will be free

I wage war with suppressed tech, every syllable is loaded and double checked, verbally sniped from the tower of the upper deck, exit wound just a speck, so much force, collapse your neck, guess whats next?

im sick of disrespect, inept emcess constantly causin me to hit eject, your mic stance is incorrect, your soul I disect, injection, the infection now spreadin through your nerve centers, mind splinters, then i cash my check. send all the money to my mountain sect.

As wicked minds fiend for control of all nations, i mentally hack their substations, enter their base of operations. "sir the mind control is experiencing complications" extract and beam hidden knowledge to the masses, now your third eye sees.. through 20 20 glasses, i grip space and twist it, bend it, youv been ended..

I alter the landscape with my mindstate, using systems of weights I shift tectonic plates to bring fate to the doors of the fake... no hate, not here to eat the cake, im gonna pack, send and ship it to those with empty plates due to skyrocketing financial rates, so sit back and relax while your brain's OS updates..

Depth Om crept
struck home while you slept
lyrically adept
you might wanna intercept

it's time to change the theme
so find the seam, break the beam
wake us up from this dream

de-hypnotize
un-categorize
re-synthesize

see with real eyes

in a trillionth of a second
between the in-breath and the out
you will know yourself
beyond a shadow of a doubt

lost in the depth of infinite love
love life and it will love you back
you have always had everything you can dream of
never again will you know lack

fractalized zero-point thought forms
within the one vibrational mass
floating through a sea of non-ness
the surface that of glass

reaching forever outward
to fill up the void we do
an infinite blank canvas
specifically waiting for you

paradoxical parodies of preposterous proportions
periodical permutations of duplicate distortions
epochal echoes of redundant repetition

cognition tactician
plus intuition recognition
the soul's inquisition
of itself

a phase transition
a search and rescue mission
a higher predisposition
for inner light ignition

in our car just driving along

searching our soul for a long lost song

wondering to what we do belong

knowing deep down it won't be long

till the skies open up in our mind

and all the secrets we do find

of that which we knew all along

Originally posted by Anti-Tyrant

Originally posted by OmniVersal

Anyone else got some random thought pattern mutations they wish to drop on the crowd?

Tis' better to mutate than stagnate, friend.

Oh, I see. Just reread my post you quoted. I wasn't talking about you. I was talking about laying down some poetic justice, aka "random thought pattern mutations". I wasn't trying to insult anyone.

All of these, except for the couple responses, were made about a year ago. I wanted to space them out to give others the opportunity to join in, in order to make the thread more interesting. Thank you to those who have already participated. If anybody else wants to join in, feel free. After I post them all I might do some new ones. Anyway, here are three more from the archives.

here i am bored again looking for a rhyme
looking to share a message that transcends space and time

living in a sea of air
and of quantum fluctuation
riding on spaceship earth
to an unknown destination

existing now in many dimensions
searching for our way of ascension
as far as the energy realm is concerned
we're already in a colloidal suspension

on a mid galactic dawn i woke
to a black hole super nova
geometric fractals of infinite form
seen from my old green sofa

you exist
is there any greater gift

you exist
why do you resist

you exist
you can learn to subsist

in the face of the infinite
in the face of the flux

because going back to sleep
it truly sucks

we move too fast to examine
the ever present moment
caught
in whirlpools of thought
use their opposite to create the balance
when the surface is calm
the depth of the ocean can be seen
re-focus awareness to achieve
an absolute deviation from the mean

the feminine energy is virgin
the masculine energy is free
make the energies into one
to achieve the synergy

matter is just a wave
we are not a slave to the grave
reach within
without chagrin
the entrance fee is waived

in the foggy corners of who you are
lie dormant secrets of inconceivable ineffability
quantum leap beyond faith
to become that which rings true to your heart

in an ocean of illusion
home seems far away
home is truly in the heart
and that's not just a cliche

used logic and reason
to reach the edge of time

used silence and awareness
to reach out to the sublime

used present moment anchoring
to tap the internal rhyme

used crushed graham crackers
to make the crust to my key lime

where is the separation when everything is vibration
where is the segregation within quantum fluctuation
where is the aberration in the foundation of creation
where is the salvation within our isolation

what is the explanation to our energy constipation
what is the combination to unlock our illumination
what is the motivation for our thought regulation
what is the fascination with procrastination

why the discrimination of any information
why the hesitation for elation manifestation
why the trepidation with our conscious liberation
why the infatuation with our annihilation

when is the revelation of our destination
when is the realization of our situation
when is the acceleration of our collaboration
when is the initiation of our emancipation

waiting on a moment
while billions more pass us by
the love contained in each
could fill an infinite sky

without love nothing would exist
we know true creativity
is not born of selfishness

what else would a limitless being wish to experience
but hardcore limitation

upon seeing the dark void what would the light want
but a grand illumination

in the mind of the creator how is it a sin
to experience a lower vibration

and to wake up humanity, we'll do anything
even soul to soul resuscitation

no levels
no judgment
all can be, in infinity

no devils
no punishment
just nonchalant divinity

the kingdom of heaven is inside and it's out
it remains hidden while the heart is still in doubt
a marriage of all duality will bring this all about
real-time awareness will build the soul's redoubt

act as though it were and so then shall it be
the universe is an etch-a-sketch
reaching infinity

at the speed of thought we travel
to universes
on the other side
of the mind of God
we travel to unravel
mysteries
our histories

like ulysses
on an oddessey
a quest
little rest
but we are blessed

(There are four left. I'll go ahead and post them.)


the epiphanies have been amassing
battering persistently against the dam
waiting for the operator
to let the water flow across the land

if it's taking too much energy
to break through the facade
maybe a change of perspective
say that of God

i know it sounds profane
but please don't jump the gun
what would a Father truly want
but the return of his prodigal son

would a Father want his son to act
like he wasn't worth the expense
to create a vast and beautiful house
incalculably immense

doesn't every Father want their son
after they have grown
to be just like their Father
as above, so below

like nebulous dream characters
their own souls do they condemn
most find death
with the song still left in them

the song of our heart is held down
by six billion frowns
we need a cosmic joker
we need an intergalactic clown

the secret is to truly let go
freedom from the ties that bind
the rhythm is slow and low
all is intertwined

it really is a personal affair
life becomes your meditation
each step becomes a prayer
each moment a transformation

like frozen beaches
waiting for the summer sun
the warmth of your understanding
will show the thaw has begun

the heat of your inner fire
burning with unending desire
to see the top of the spire
this is what's to be done

to become
lead by our example
our power to hold the light is ample
know not the meaning of succumb

give the world a sample
of what is in store
our song will create a new heaven
give the people what they paid for

hello me
it's been so long
how are you getting along
i haven't seen you since you were a child
when all you did was smile
what's that you say
you are still a child
i just grew away
instead of growing up
i grew away from who i am
instead of being me
i played into their sham
i helped them to hide the light
i helped them to win the fight
not tonight, me
not tonight
tonight i put things right
tonight i will shine bright
brighter than the sun
louder than a gun
because the very essence of who i am
can never be undone
i'm sorry me
i've been away too long
i forgot the melody to our song
how did it go again
ah yea, that's right
zen

Escape the dynamite
no no prophet man nows not the time to speak nows the time to sqeak by
passively they hassle me as i try,

pre spun hollow facts, zero information in the peoples paper
the nozzles far too tapered, unrestricted flow absence,
like fake absinthe, the curtain is ever-pervasive in the market


environment dark so i spark it
no candle so my shirt gets lit

im dyin to see somethin more than what my three eyes show me but before my physical grip slackens

and slips i will be ever intruding, like a born again christian escaping the rapture, constantly alluding capture,

skill like hatsumi, covertly confusing the enemy... fuse to trees

with broken step and crooked posture, i trek the ground,
my ankles are bound to feel new grasses

you should probably kill that feeling inside telling you to go back, you wont need that, you dont see that?


I see vast, beyond a couple cages, reach the omni,

I see past, the copper cube in the deepest pit of the pharoahs tomb where the golem saw me

their instruments cant take the tension

as envisioned the sentence was written and signed with a drop of endorhins,
as the kings of old sold the soul for more gold than the current councils pay roll,


pay the toll,as you wake and breathe,
youre finally alive, but in a sea of dead energy

your inner 8 ball screaming at the top of its lungs "quit shakin me"





[edit on 24-6-2008 by depth om]

Not exactly at the previous level of thought but I did find this old one I wrote.

I call it "They".

They are the fluoride in your drinking water.
They are the mercury in your flu shot.
They are the barcode on everything you buy.
They are the programming you see on TV.
They are the "politically correct" movement.
They are the reason the DMV is so slow.
They are OnStar.
They are the seatbelts and the laws making you wear them.
They are the minimum wage.
They are the glass ceiling.
They are the warning to not stick hair dryers in bodily orifices.
They are the Internets.
They are your Debit Card.
They are the cameras that watch your every move.
They are the silicon that gets under your skin.
They are the "Smith" in GlaxoSmithKline.
They are an acronym agency near you.
They are your stolen dreams; repackaged and sold back to you.
They are the reason there are conspiracy theories.
They are the ice on the wings of planes.
They are the scroll and the key.
They are the skull and the bones.
They are the application of game theory.
They are the no smoking sign at the bar.
They are the insurance on your car.
They are the education you receive.
They are the religion you believe.
They are the children you conceive.
They are the winners of hearts and minds.
They are the Daily Grind.
They are the flashing lights where ever you look.
They are the banned books.
They are the crack on your streets.
They are the food you eat.
They are the grassy knoll.
They are the producers of your Reality Show.