Poems by Uaxac Cib

Poetry by Uaxac Cib

Contents

Acid's Promise

sunbEEm

History Ends in Green

White Sensory Wind

The Weather Man and Salvia

Morphine
Trauma center
Old man rooming near me
He rasps a few more pseudo words
Fuck him!

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Stoned or Not

Stoned or not
I'll monitor a thought
To see if it is cool.

A bit before noon
I'll check E-mail soon
Still hoping and wondering.

That weed is gone
This is a rad song
I think I'm feeling a buzz.

Why am I writing this fucked up poem?
And where did those lights come from?
Yeah, I'm stoned!

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Total Freedom

Note that this poem has the form of a Prosem, in other words you can start reading at any line and it will wrap around and make sense.
"What do you think I'd see if I could walk away from me?" We can only simulate, and in some cases imitate. Imitations converge, yet still there lies the urdge. Realities impose, someone Else who knows the question. Total freedom?

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4 Ahau

Another prosem.

And another great cycle ends
Fearing sins, the killing begins
They came, recorded, and left -- my friends
Nuclear fusion, time thee illusion
Self-existing lord ascends.

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Laughter

Movies and shows offering laughter
Shallow waves on a turbulant pond
A small peble, its ripples soon lost
I truely only laughed once
Looking back from outside
After the end
Like watching a funny movie

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Kava Honey

We met
Feeling happy
Or needing to feel happy
Relaxed
Or needing to relax

Honey
Your taste numbed my lips
Your pepper prickled my throat
Your Earthen manner showed me love
Showed me myself

Content
RElaxed in your carress
Mellow in your presence
Happy in your gaze
Perfect in our image

Together
Five minutes takes a moment
The moment feels suspended
The motion feels extended
If we want to move at all

Gravity
The desire will remain
Does matter really matter
On this painful playful plain
The voice of an angel returns

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Their Blunder

Their blunder - the Earth's thunder resounds
Electricity - simplicity rebounds
A system containing itself.

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The Weather Man and Salvia

he has the weirdest voice
what does anything mean
who does he tell the story to?
excitement begins in a Pontiac dealer, a plastic bag, a coal,
a burst of flame
"i'm a fat person
kill me"

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White Sensory Wind

Touching the skin of a beloved
Ringing bells we so long to hear
INvisible, yet we cannot deny your presence
Even if they close the windows
You live forever in our breath.

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History Ends in Green

An atmosphere dying
An ancient race trying
TO survive technology's bounds.

An unaltered decision
Worlds in collision
The thunder resounds.

The ships arive
They mine gold to survive
Ignoring the end.

From their own image
Creating a creat-ure
A slave to expend.

A rebelious core
A nuclear war
Where the desert now stands.

He gave us the tools
Geometries and rules
And basic commands.

A structure revealed
Its purpose concealed
By the flame of forgetting.

The ships arive
They destroy to survive
Ignoring the end.

From their own creature
Creating an image
A slave to expend.

A rebelious core
Another holy war
Where churches now stand.

He gave us the tools
Geometries and rules
The forgotten command.

An atmosphere dying
An ancient race trying
We promised we'd learn.

An unaltered decision
Worlds in collition
The Creators return.

The cosmic machine
Can't say what you've seen
As they make their amends.

The cycle completes
And once more it repeats
And history ends...
in green.

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A Pumpkin

A pumpkin seems desirably
                Orange, dainty, perfectly
                Sittin' chillin' in the sun
                Connected to the one Earth
                the one Heart
                the one Mind.

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Imagine a God

Imagine a god
Expanding his awareness
Finding himself
Reduced to an atom.

Imagine the dispaire
An all-powerful god
At the lowest level
Of his creation.

Imaginal realms
Greater than this
Embedded systems
Creator's bliss.

Imagine the glory
An all-powerful God
Ascending from the base
Of His creation
Imagine a Man
Expanding His awareness
Finding himself
A God.

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GHB Prayer

Bringing light where once none existed
A creator creating a hallucinator hallucinating
Human, your imperfections make you perfect
Reflecting the highest order
At the lowest level.

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One List

Lists go in cycles
Time cycles in lists
Lists cycle in time
The cycle spirals inward
One list remains.

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Union

Nothing interupts
The enlightened one's union
Exhaling into

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Pleasure

Pleasure as an end and not a means
One becomes dependent on al-chemical machines
Pleasure as a means and not an end
On their inner divinity one will then depend.

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Pissing

Pissing, become the toilet pissed into
Washing face, the water falls like dew
Open door.

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Real-eyes

Eyes closed
Clear Light
Eyes opened.

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This Poem

Every-thing lives
Every-thing gives
Every-thing receives
Thee blessing.

Every-thing changes
Re-arranges
In-formation exchanges
Stop guessing.

No-thing becomes
Some-thing becomes
A pattern becomes
Coalescing.

Thee blessing
Stop guessing
Coalescing
Into the final line of this poem.

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sunbEEm

sunbEEm
Uninterupted coherent in-put from the
Net-work
be-twEEn
two eyes, real-eyes, their sEecret lies in-formation: E E
the MEEdiation Meditation

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Acid's Promise

Time: long ago he wanted a way everyone does.
Longing for that divine state
Sunrise, three eyes
Differences which make a difference.

Sitting - just sitting
uncrossed legs, uncrossed arms, unclenched jaw
northward...........

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