GENIUS FORUMS

So I composed this never heard stanza about Yuan Mei(1716 - 1798)..anybody dares to challenge my genius?
http://kriptodanny.blogspot.com/2010/05 ... -know.html
I expect only love...kisses:) in response to his beautiful poem:
When I meet a monk,
I bow politely.
When I see a Buddha,
I don't.

If I bow to a Buddha,
the Buddha won't know.
But I honor a monk:
he's here now, apparently,
or, at least, he seems to be.
So I composed this never heard stanza:)
Behold
You might bow to a Buddha
And forget your true nature,due to your loving of the external bowing..
Bow to yourself,Mei Yuan meant.
But if you bow to a monk
He might ponder,and gain wisdom.
And you may slap a Buddha in the nose
And in turn,he'll turn the other nose
As Jesus turning the other cheek
But there is only one nose..
And there are only 2 cheeks,and lots of slapping
But ONLY one nose.
Ponder about that,grasshoppers..
..kisses:)
Thus spokenth the mahayogi.
-added by danny-

do you really want love and kisses? I must've missed something =)

a slap to a buddha would be no more than a rings in a pond, but if you bow to a monk without a strong will, he may end up fooled further. If the monk is yourself, what good is bowing to yourself? If you bow to your buddha nature, then you're missing the point.

kriptodanny wrote:..anybody dares to challenge my genius?
http://kriptodanny.blogspot.com/2010/05 ... -know.html
I expect only love...kisses:) in response to his beautiful poem:

A kissing challenge....for identifying the best kisser ? Bring girls then; i'll definetely win.
Or do you want a poëm challenge...for the best pokemon ? I'll challenge you if you are not afraid ;)

A kissing challenge....for identifying the best kisser ? Bring girls then; i'll definetely win.
Or do you want a poëm challenge...for the best pokemon ? I'll challenge you if you are not afraid ;)

A poem challenge to you my friend...not the best kisser,but the best Buddha kissing himself:)

Kisses:)

And now I expect your challenge poem...be gentle on me..
Danny

/kissing looks so strange to you/like a pinhole in your shoe/ponder my words my good man/kiss was why you've grown a brain/

Kisses:)

And now I expect your challenge poem...be gentle on me..
Danny

Still waiting for the buddha to kiss me.:)

dejavu wrote:Here's one for all my stanza-ass niggaz:
Soft,
their world was groping, gloaming, nothing fast and naught could last their homing in on safetys shore, micronomy the whole of law.
Con-quest in training, loss left at the station.

Nice stanza,dejavu...here is mine.I composed it long ago,but hey..we are allowed to cheat here...from http://kriptodanny.blogspot.com/2010/04 ... ering.html
Behold
Life is like a box of chocolate
Never know what dreams will get
Till the sun appears set
There is something to forget..
Will you wake up from the dream?
Can the path be always lean?
Were you dreaming in the sun?
By the beats of romping drum..
You were child and you were dreaming
Dreaming that you were awake
And the thought is quite unsettling
Walking thru the sleeper's gate
Never thinking for a second
Who's asleep and who is late
Who's the spider in the lake
Who's the one you shall forsake
For the dreamer's dreams are fake
When the sunshine stops to shine
Then your darkness it's your sign
Black and white and blue and ice
Sleeping pill is paradise
For the spiders from the lake
Wait for you to be awake
If you're not,they'll talk to you
Black and white and icy blue
For the lake wants you awake
Not for you but for it's sake
There is nothing what it seems
Only sleepers live the dreams...
ps..found a beautiful video named ,,Tao,,..from the MenoftheInfinite channel..is that Kevin Solway whom posted that?..marvelous video..obviously he knows what Tao means...http://www.youtube.com/user/MenoftheInf ... f46LTB_H78

kriptodanny wrote:And now I expect your challenge poem...

source:weapon of mass destruction:

we apes fight upon the ages,
but wasps do not fear cages,
because, reaching one time frame,
limits two times mass as three-player phase be;
moulding ground zero, blasting asses in identity.
They are all the same, so returning to
one frame, records gates in memory,
and trucks as neurons, find discomfort
in the sting of a relational escape in its being.

Why do black ppl start creating new words? It turned me into a passum..Then, with the whole jesus factor, I'm just a super freak! Aghh.

I'm very misunderstood. By the time I was born, john lennon was shot and the world was still resmorseful.
Pain and glory!
Sirens and dreams,
Into the bloom, and into the stream.

I know I was there for whatever reason.
Killing my eyes, socks on the stairs.

The use of voilence couldn't not be broken.
I entered another dream to find no meaning nor purpose.
Only, to find out that God had made a hoax of hoaxes.
Still, there were deamons, I swear. But,
non that were ever present.

I sought to find a blameless heart. And,
what I found was a poisoned dart.