PoetsCorner To those who are also searching for the path which is the way. Finding what is most desired is subject to how many places you are ready to look. This section is dedicated to those (who do and don't) try everyday to bend and twist and shift conciously to reach a new state of seeing hearing feeling relating to all things with not only for personal gain but for the good of us all. Poems for the returning I wrote this when I was coming out of a bag which I wish no one to ever be in. But if you have slipped maybe this poem can help you to remember that the rain always stops. Title:What?!! Then strength returns, and I wonder if what I was upset about was really even there. Will it return or will it stay away. Am I all alone or am I right at home. Will I be accepted soon or shall I always be judged a koon, or should I just turn to the moon. Should I stay on this spiritual path, or should I unleash my wrath. Maybe I should just have a relaxing bath so I can feel soothed at last. All can be fathomed. Can't it? My best out come is that. Everything in the past should be left there fast. For if one is to dwell. This one will feel as if they have fallen into a well, with no escape from this hell. I grasp this concept, and let go of this soul stopping concern. Then.. Strength returns... By Fliyn Seth >I don't think it's "nothing" This is a poem I wrote for all those (including myself) who have experienced that moment when it feels like they are in harmony (with "whatever"). Title:Just Right I hear a song just right, and even my soul begins to move. I feel the wind touch my face right, and I feel as though I'm being woohed. The cold rain runs through my mop of hair hitting my scalp just right, and I feel as if this is omething I need not fight. And in these moments the world is not the world I knew it to be. In these moments I wonder if the forces that be recieve this same moment of exstacy that has been encouraged in me. Or does it always feel like this and has allowed me to join for this moment just for me to SEE? Or did I just happen to walkin and get along with all things involved. Just maybe it was(is) a joint effort of respect from all parties that has just been resolved. Maybe all it took... Was that we look... at eachother Just Right... By Fliyn Seth Title:The Essence. To touch in such a way that you make the hairs rise. To say your thoughts, desires, and fantasies all with your eyes. To caress the soul through the body. To tease exstacy while keeping harmony. To find balance in causing and experiencing pleasure. To love what you are doing and respecting who you are doing it with. To follow instinct not procedure. To explore the body of your partner not find parts that look familiar. To harmonize with your own sexual exstacy so much that it carries it self on to your partner and vice-versa. To feel each other with out touch. To orgasm from a long hug. When relations reach beyond friends we all look for... The Essence. By Fliyn Seth There is a perfect person for every perfect person out there. When we find that person how will one feel?.. I can only imagine. Title:Who is this? A star beacons from afar. As she speaks to the universe asking for more than the quirks and jerks that she has met before. Then along comes a traveler to meet this star. I come to this star before it is too long. I am drawn by some kind of song, and before long I find out that this star really is a piece of art. With a body just right, and a sense of humor and intelligence so light. My assumption is that if I were to stip away these kind of surface accomplishments. It would not take away any of the awe that I have experienced when meeting this star. I have seen compassion that this supernova has for all others that ARE. I have seen this star's desire to move foward, the way she accepts that other stars rotate away or toward. I see the discovery it wishes to grasp, and that it is knowledge which it wishes to have. Not the trash that most like to think is class. A uniqueness that brings this traveler happiness. All it took was her ongoing liveliness, her confidence, her independence, and this stars truly sincre wish. By Fliyn Seth Title:Wrecked. Cringkled pages are torn. Does this make them worse, or does this act nulify these page's lie of being right. Will this shed light on these pages so they no more have to fight. More able they are now to sail in the wind like birds in flight. Right? So is it right to be a wrecked page with less chance of flight in order to seem right? Or to tear through the boundaries allowing one to peak through to what is known as light? By Fliyn Seth Title: So... Alone again. I'm at home again. Sitting here on my ass. I hope this doesn't last. This feeling of lathargia in vast. But I can't remember how I last escaped this hellish bag. And it's making me lag. Boy what a nag. Let it out consructively they say. Well why not destroy everything which is in my way, and just go astray. "Just go away". There has to be some kind of change. I need some kind of shooting range. Then I can let out some of this rage and there would be no more need to complain. By Fliyn Seth Title:Lost hope.Sometimes I feel like I want out of this place. Like those times when I feel like I have no face. Like I am just trapped in space. And I really don't have ant place...Here. I wonder when I am at this thinking place. If I leave will there be any trace? Will my existence be remembered or will it have been a waste... I hasten, to think of all that has been thought, all that has been taught, all that has been saught. But accomplished naught. By Fliyn Seth Title: A slight awakening. I sit in a tree to gase at the sun as it rises. At this moment there is no need for lies to impress those prying eyes. Walk and realize the millons of molecules you are moving through millions of others. Then back to societies reality seems that this is where we must stay. Is that where we wanna be. the thoughts of prior end up on the list of casualty. Whey do we feel we must give in to such conformity. Yet even on TV, TV, we are known to want to reach out to the powers that be. But when one speaks out on them, they are deemed outside of sanity. "Stay out" says society. We have all the money therefore we say what is reality, and what is imaginary. We choose to have wars in plenty. Not to explore that which looks empthy. We tax you so hard that you can not listen to your heart for fear of losing your part. We will show you more comedic farts then true art. No one but us is smart therefore you may not take part. We have already corupted ourselves to belong to this club, we can not make it back to the clairity of you who do not need the pub. So we cut into you until you are nothing more than a stump. By Fliyn Seth It doesn't matter who or what your partner is, only what you feel for eachother. Title:When it is falling. I love her, but she doesn ‘t love back. I need to go and pack. Gave her my heart she gave it back. I feel like a really big sack of….snacks. They all say don’t be with him. You can do better, he really doesn’t matter. I think she just gave in. I can feel it from within. Is it a sin, to love with all your soul, to do what you’ve been told. To hold hands down the street, to offer her my seat, to rub her pretty feet. I thought her love was best. I even love her…neck. And every time she says hello well I begin to glow. She told me all these things. That made my big heart sing. "I love you" ‘I need you" "we’ll be always and forever". Now she takes it back. I think that’s sort of wack. But I know where my heart is best I don’t even need the house adress. Her venus my mars are in scorpio I say. So when big problems come in to play. Karma sutra maybe the way. So the stars say. its time for me to end this. I don’t know why. But with this last sigh I say I love you and goodbye. By Fliyn Seth Title:Wanna-be...What?!! Withstanding that which no man can stand. Demanding the respect for which it stands. Comanding the spirit to show me which it chooses. The path of calling no-one losers. Even the bosers. hopelessly bottley guzzeling searching for that moment of clarity to be pleastly cuddling. Wanna-be? Wanna-be what? wanna-be top dog? wanna-be so strong? Wanna-bethe girl with the hair so long? Wanna-be the guy that gets all the thongs? Wanna-be the leader of gay pride with the views so new-agely right? Wanna-be the store owner with no boss to report to? Wanna-be the top C.E.O.? Wanna-be that fly guy in the car with all the dough? Wanna-be the pro that gets into all the shows? Wanna-be the super-mama that holds a good job "and" takes cares son and daughter also? We all "wanna-be" something. We all have something of which when we see. We say "wow thats something more than what I now call me". "Thats something I would like to add to me. Thats something I would like to be." So who is anyone to say what I, you, who wants to "be". Fuck all the wanna. Just let me BE. By Fliyn Seth. Anyone who would like to comment on my poetry can click here to Speak to Seth Poerty And Music created by Adreen Maxwell-Scott a.k.a. Fliyn Seth Date 07/03
To those who are also searching for the path which is the way. Finding what is most desired is subject to how many places you are ready to look. This section is dedicated to those (who do and don't) try everyday to bend and twist and shift conciously to reach a new state of seeing hearing feeling relating to all things with not only for personal gain but for the good of us all.
Poems for the returning I wrote this when I was coming out of a bag which I wish no one to ever be in. But if you have slipped maybe this poem can help you to remember that the rain always stops.
Title:What?!! Then strength returns, and I wonder if what I was upset about was really even there. Will it return or will it stay away. Am I all alone or am I right at home. Will I be accepted soon or shall I always be judged a koon, or should I just turn to the moon. Should I stay on this spiritual path, or should I unleash my wrath. Maybe I should just have a relaxing bath so I can feel soothed at last. All can be fathomed. Can't it? My best out come is that. Everything in the past should be left there fast. For if one is to dwell. This one will feel as if they have fallen into a well, with no escape from this hell. I grasp this concept, and let go of this soul stopping concern. Then.. Strength returns... By Fliyn Seth
>I don't think it's "nothing" This is a poem I wrote for all those (including myself) who have experienced that moment when it feels like they are in harmony (with "whatever").
I hear a song just right, and even my soul begins to move. I feel the wind touch my face right, and I feel as though I'm being woohed. The cold rain runs through my mop of hair hitting my scalp just right, and I feel as if this is omething I need not fight. And in these moments the world is not the world I knew it to be. In these moments I wonder if the forces that be recieve this same moment of exstacy that has been encouraged in me. Or does it always feel like this and has allowed me to join for this moment just for me to SEE? Or did I just happen to walkin and get along with all things involved. Just maybe it was(is) a joint effort of respect from all parties that has just been resolved. Maybe all it took... Was that we look... at eachother Just Right... By Fliyn Seth
Title:Wrecked. Cringkled pages are torn. Does this make them worse, or does this act nulify these page's lie of being right. Will this shed light on these pages so they no more have to fight. More able they are now to sail in the wind like birds in flight. Right? So is it right to be a wrecked page with less chance of flight in order to seem right? Or to tear through the boundaries allowing one to peak through to what is known as light? By Fliyn Seth
Title: A slight awakening. I sit in a tree to gase at the sun as it rises. At this moment there is no need for lies to impress those prying eyes. Walk and realize the millons of molecules you are moving through millions of others. Then back to societies reality seems that this is where we must stay. Is that where we wanna be. the thoughts of prior end up on the list of casualty. Whey do we feel we must give in to such conformity. Yet even on TV, TV, we are known to want to reach out to the powers that be. But when one speaks out on them, they are deemed outside of sanity. "Stay out" says society. We have all the money therefore we say what is reality, and what is imaginary. We choose to have wars in plenty. Not to explore that which looks empthy. We tax you so hard that you can not listen to your heart for fear of losing your part. We will show you more comedic farts then true art. No one but us is smart therefore you may not take part. We have already corupted ourselves to belong to this club, we can not make it back to the clairity of you who do not need the pub. So we cut into you until you are nothing more than a stump. By Fliyn Seth
It doesn't matter who or what your partner is, only what you feel for eachother.
They all say don’t be with him. You can do better, he really doesn’t matter. I think she just gave in. I can feel it from within.
Is it a sin, to love with all your soul, to do what you’ve been told. To hold hands down the street, to offer her my seat, to rub her pretty feet.
I thought her love was best. I even love her…neck. And every time she says hello well I begin to glow.
She told me all these things. That made my big heart sing. "I love you" ‘I need you" "we’ll be always and forever".
Now she takes it back. I think that’s sort of wack. But I know where my heart is best I don’t even need the house adress.
Her venus my mars are in scorpio I say. So when big problems come in to play. Karma sutra maybe the way. So the stars say.
its time for me to end this. I don’t know why. But with this last sigh I say I love you and goodbye. By Fliyn Seth
Title:Wanna-be...What?!! Withstanding that which no man can stand. Demanding the respect for which it stands. Comanding the spirit to show me which it chooses. The path of calling no-one losers. Even the bosers. hopelessly bottley guzzeling searching for that moment of clarity to be pleastly cuddling. Wanna-be? Wanna-be what? wanna-be top dog? wanna-be so strong? Wanna-bethe girl with the hair so long? Wanna-be the guy that gets all the thongs? Wanna-be the leader of gay pride with the views so new-agely right? Wanna-be the store owner with no boss to report to? Wanna-be the top C.E.O.? Wanna-be that fly guy in the car with all the dough? Wanna-be the pro that gets into all the shows? Wanna-be the super-mama that holds a good job "and" takes cares son and daughter also? We all "wanna-be" something. We all have something of which when we see. We say "wow thats something more than what I now call me". "Thats something I would like to add to me. Thats something I would like to be." So who is anyone to say what I, you, who wants to "be". Fuck all the wanna. Just let me BE. By Fliyn Seth.
