Gekigek Posted May 17, 2010 Share Posted May 17, 2010 Staring at the rivers flowing uphill. Warped and wrapped. Nothing to be seen. Sightless. Watching the moving wall. Sitting here, waiting for it to fall. The cream wants the milk and the money. Dangers of credo and credulity. The sheep and the shepherds, all look for the head. Is it essential for one to roll? Flaming chariots with just the circles. Kids climbing on the grail of others. Dreams of balance chased with chaos. My light is off or am I blind? So luring to be the critic. Melancholy. Broken legendary grins. When the rainbow gets divided, some will try to recover the shades. The colors are faded and stained, and I just wish we were colorblind. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
elkangorito Posted May 17, 2010 Share Posted May 17, 2010 Here's something that is as inane as your post: He took his vorpal sword in hand:Long time the manxome foe he sought— So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. What the hel_l are you on (about)? My bloodpressure has never been as low since the massive influx of newbies. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gekigek Posted May 17, 2010 Author Share Posted May 17, 2010 Just the thoughts of a dude stuck in a room close to Din Daeng. Sadly I'll never be as insane as Lewis Carol. My nonsense got some sense (I think, well at least while I was writing it) but no style. His is stylish nonsense. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
zzdocxx Posted May 17, 2010 Share Posted May 17, 2010 That's OK, I appreciate your point, it echoes this by Brazilian songwriter Tom Jobim, it relates to the song "Waters of March": (from Wikipedia) Composer-guitarist Oscar Castro-Neves[3] relates that Jobim told him that writing in this kind of stream of consciousness was his version of therapy and saved him thousands in psychoanalysis bills. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waters_of_March#Trivia I think I will try doing some of that. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
anotheruser Posted May 17, 2010 Share Posted May 17, 2010 I didn't read past the first few words of his post but leave the guy alone. If he wants to ramble on then let him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GuestHouse Posted May 17, 2010 Share Posted May 17, 2010 Nothing worse than a rouge bottle of Sing for bending the mind. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tim207 Posted May 18, 2010 Share Posted May 18, 2010 This seems to be fairly topical poetry for the times. They're picking up the prisoners All putting them in a pen And all she wants to do is dance,dance Rebels have been rebels since I don't know when And all she wants to do is dance Molotov cocktail,the local drink And all she wants to do is dance They mix them up right in the kitchen sink And all she wants to do is dance Crazy people walking around with blood in their eyes And all she wants to do is dance,dance,dance Wild-eyed pistol wavers who ain't afraid to die And all she wants to do is All she wants to do is dance,dance And make romance She can't feel the heat coming off the street She wants to party She wants to get down All she wants to do All she wants to is dance Well the government,bugged the men's room In the local disco lounge All she wants to do is dance,dance To keep the boys from selling All the weapons they can scrounge All she wants to do is dance But that don't keep the boys From making a buck or two And all she wants to do is dance,dance They still can sell the army All the drugs that they can do And all she wants to do is All she wants to do is dance And make romance Well,we barley made the airport For the last plane out As we taxied down the runway I could hear the people shout they said: "Don't come back here again.Yankee" But if I do I'll bring back more money Cause all she wants to do is dance And make romance Never mind the heat Coming off the street She wants to party She wants to get down All she wants to do is All she wants to do is dance And make romance All she wants to do is dance Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BigWheelMan Posted May 18, 2010 Share Posted May 18, 2010 (edited) Depressed people always write poems. Jack and Jill, went up the hill for a bit of hanky panky. He only gave her 50 baht, he must have been a Yanky. Edited May 18, 2010 by BigWheelMan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xangsamhua Posted May 18, 2010 Share Posted May 18, 2010 Yes, writing is therapeutic, but coherent writing is more therapeutic than incoherent nonsense. Lewis Carroll's nonsense is perfectly coherent, and if you want to write stream of consciousness, I suggest you look at Virginia Woolf's To the Lighthouse first. Like a stream it flows, but the process is coherent and logical and the objects of her consciousness are real, not fantastic. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gekigek Posted May 19, 2010 Author Share Posted May 19, 2010 After relocating to a more secure location. I am reading my writing again. It was a good way to keep my mind focused on something else than the sounds of gunfire and explosions coming from outside. It mades, and to some extent still makes sense to me, even if it is impossible for anyone to decipher my insanity. Staring at the rivers flowing uphill. (looking at the international media reporting the news form Thailand back to us) Warped and wrapped. (biased and packaged) Nothing to be seen. (no real news) Sightless. (blind) Watching the moving wall. (watching the TV screen) Sitting here, waiting for it to fall. (Waiting for a safe way to get out of this room) The cream wants the milk and the money. (the elite wants everything... the milk and the money made out of selling the milk) Dangers of credo and credulity. (dangers of ideology) The sheep and the shepherds, all look for the head. (The followers and the leaders all look for the chief) Is it essential for one to roll? (A head to roll... Is it essential for somebody to be killed) Flaming chariots with just the circles (tires) Kids climbing on the grail of others. (kids climbing on the beliefs of their parents) Dreams of balance chased with chaos. My light is off or am I blind? (Is it that I don't understand or simply that I cannot see what is obvious) So luring to be the critic. (So tempting to judge) Melancholy. Broken legendary grins. (the famous Thai smile is now broken) When the rainbow gets divided, some will try to recover the shades. (when the people divide themselves in "colored" groups) The colors are faded and stained, and I just wish we were colorblind. I know... it was styleless and didn't make sense. But it allowed me to be focused on your replies, instead of thinking about explosions and gunfight. Take care everybody. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Garry9999 Posted May 19, 2010 Share Posted May 19, 2010 Generals gathered in their masses Just like witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction Sorcerers of death's construction In the fields the bodies burning As the war machine keeps turning Death and hatred to mankind Poisoning their brainwashed minds Oh lord yeah! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xangsamhua Posted May 19, 2010 Share Posted May 19, 2010 After relocating to a more secure location. I am reading my writing again. It was a good way to keep my mind focused on something else than the sounds of gunfire and explosions coming from outside. It mades, and to some extent still makes sense to me, even if it is impossible for anyone to decipher my insanity. Staring at the rivers flowing uphill. (looking at the international media reporting the news form Thailand back to us) Warped and wrapped. (biased and packaged) Nothing to be seen. (no real news) Sightless. (blind) Watching the moving wall. (watching the TV screen) Sitting here, waiting for it to fall. (Waiting for a safe way to get out of this room) The cream wants the milk and the money. (the elite wants everything... the milk and the money made out of selling the milk) Dangers of credo and credulity. (dangers of ideology) The sheep and the shepherds, all look for the head. (The followers and the leaders all look for the chief) Is it essential for one to roll? (A head to roll... Is it essential for somebody to be killed) Flaming chariots with just the circles (tires) Kids climbing on the grail of others. (kids climbing on the beliefs of their parents) Dreams of balance chased with chaos. My light is off or am I blind? (Is it that I don't understand or simply that I cannot see what is obvious) So luring to be the critic. (So tempting to judge) Melancholy. Broken legendary grins. (the famous Thai smile is now broken) When the rainbow gets divided, some will try to recover the shades. (when the people divide themselves in "colored" groups) The colors are faded and stained, and I just wish we were colorblind. I know... it was styleless and didn't make sense. But it allowed me to be focused on your replies, instead of thinking about explosions and gunfight. Take care everybody. Thanks for the explanation. And you take care too. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gekigek Posted May 24, 2010 Author Share Posted May 24, 2010 Thanks for the explanation. And you take care too. I hope it makes some sense now. The dust is now under the carpet. Will there be an effort to forgive? All too fast in this to forget. Now that we don't really feel captive. Heavy is the climate. The scar here is massive. How many regrets? While figuring the motives. All I have left, naive hopes not to relive. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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