Intergalactic Summit

I wanted to share an experience I had this other day when I visited the imperial city of Dam-Torsad, on Amarr Prime.
An old family friend from the Civic Court was caring enough to grant me a momentous presence in the Garden of Contemplation.
It turned out to be quite different than my own meditation chambers out in space..

Upon entering the garden, I instantly felt a reassuring calm wash over me. As my friend briefly left me to ponder for a while, I found a quiet spot beside a tree. There, I witnesses the radiant sunrise of Amarr, and a vision of the golden civilization and her majesty, pierced my forehead.
With it, came poetry:

Jigsaws falling into place.

Remembrance.
Levitating in the aerie of power, lust and defiance.
Utilizing meditation.

Presence.
Here and now, the True People shows me the road to enlightenment.
Utilizing senses.

Visions.
With closed eyes, I see the beauty of transparent clarity.
Utilizing optics.

Love.
Her divinity sanctioned, His ethereal will incarnate.
Utilizing faith.

Life.
There is no starting or stopping – only doing.
Utilizing knowledge.

Well, in that case, I just find it to be a marvel that one actually do not need drugs to fully experience life.
A shame though that you yourself have to take on external methods to amplify your days.

And no, I like to keep my scalp clean in resemblance, and honour, to all my other selves.

Well, look at that. It only took thirteen minutes for someone to be cynical and self-righteous at this post. I am sure the record for 'quickest to act dismissive of an Amarrian faithful's attempts to enjoy life' is held by someone else, but that is still quite impressive.

Brother Ordo, this poem is indeed a commendable start upon the artistic path. If you ever need someone to help you create or criticize your work, you can always call on me.

I can relate. Amarr (Athra?) is a bit sandy for me, but I went to Pator once, land of my father's father and my mother's mother, big respect, and was similarly touched. I was similarly stirred to action but all that flowery **** isn't my bag, though respect to a brother for giving his spin on things. So let me lay it down right here:

Steppin' out from shadow, that ain't just metaphorical
Home of my forefathers, that much is categorical.
Spittin' harder than a tachyon, on the day of darkness
More words than the Pax, shouted from my fastness.
Sun risin' 'bove the trees, like the figurative Reclaimin'
But I ain't down on my knees, no shackles or shamin'.
No words of God, no mortal fearin'
These Nyninch words, are what you're hearin'.

Here's a shout out to my Tribal Brethren
Republic or Thukker, you all get a mention.

Pator, land of the free
No slaver gonna getta ever touch me.
I'm preaching harder than the Priestly caste
Dodging inquisitors, they think I won't last.
But every word in my flow, another Brutor soldier
Khumak held high, or rested on shoulder.
No hate for the Empire, just a passion for freedom
Unchained, not Reclaimed, that's how you'll leave 'em.


Big love for all soldiers in the struggle, chained or not. Big props to Raphael, for putting his flow into the public eye, that takes stones. Shout out to all my people in the valleys, keep it big wheel up.

Most mind altering substances reproduce what the human brain can already do. A drug high is the faster, easier, and more dangerous version of a natural high.

Religious experiences change brain chemistry and activity in a number of ways for a short period. Even basic prayer causes unique changes in brain waves while you do it.

It quite fascinating from both a spiritual and a biological perspective.

I don't know your specific cultural background, but when you suggest that an adherent of the Faith is using drugs, you're suggesting that they cheated. That their sacred experience was something profane.

Of course, some cultures combine drugs and spiritual experience, but that's unusual in Holy Amarr.

Thanks man, that means a lot. But let's not forget this is Raphael's flow, I'm looking forward to seeing more refined lyrics from across the border. This could go good places.

Yes, that is true.

It may interest you to know that Brother Ordo is actually a Caldari by birth and cultural origin. He is a willing convert, and while the words in his poem reflect an Amarrian religious bent, the style itself is decidedly different from most Amarrian forms. You can see the very Caldari style of straightforward minimalism, getting straight to the point through a gentle, steady flow that resembles the ebb and flow of trickling water.

Thusly the complexity lies in the word choice; when you use so few words you must make each one count. Not a single syllable can be wasted, which makes it difficult to impose a constant metre. I get the feeling Brother Ordo is not quite yet to the skill level needed to create a poem such as this with a solid metre that does not change from stanza to stanza, but it is still an excellent start. It could even be that he did not wish to place a metre in this particular verse form.

There's something funny about a Sansha drone accusing someone else of being on drugs.

I hail you, brothers and sisters who care to give positive, yet constructive, comments on my poetic attempt.
Though this is not my first attempt, I must say that I was always the slow learner, even before I got my capsuleer license.
Following that, I would gladly accept more constructive criticism, Brother Aldrith, so that I may refine my own ways of using a poetic tongue.

I will give you another example to comment on that I've had lying about for a while, of which the Sansha drone Sofia Roseburn now actually helped me finish. May she contemplate on this as much as her master permits her to:

Waving banner of country once true,
Why are your colors now black green and blue?
Thine stars and stripes of purest white,
Now take on the hues of night.
Nation born as faultless child,
Even tempered, sweet and mild
Tyrant you have grown to be,
With no notion of the liberty
That formed you.
Corruption, your wound, bleeds over the stones.
I feel your death hymn in my bones.
Thoughtless country blessed by God,
On thine virtues have thee trod.
My dearest land that once was free,
Did the Empress not also die for thee?


And, I must say that I also respect, and actually enjoyed the Minmatar's shared art in this thread. Something to really tip my invisible hat at, Mr. Taron.