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Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 26

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MiTurn, therein is so much expressed! I feel ancient waves running through me. And o’ how I carry a portion of the aftermath… grinning not! I’m sincerely saddened by the out come of this seemingly infinite struggle. And I carry my portion of the outcome! As we all should. I thank you for sharing with us. You are always welcomed! Always!

Joined: 8/30/2006
Msg: 27

Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express Posted: 11/25/2006 6:18:36 PM
told you so... softE... did i speaketh the truth! neseemoo... your divinity is known! NW- this cat is deep me - learning, chillin, open, seeking ONE true spirit!

Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 28

Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express Posted: 11/25/2006 7:53:07 PM
Intenzity is heaven sent!

Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 29

Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express Posted: 11/25/2006 9:06:53 PM
Confession one I confess my transgressions, Yet I’m still torn beneath the carnal verses the spirit. Principalities of darkness I war against Comforted beneath thy pinions sinning; I do confess conviction; This untamed noetic confliction. I’m burden strict-en!

Joined: 6/2/2006
Msg: 30

Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express Posted: 11/25/2006 9:16:44 PM
But is not spirit that which but spins the atoms of the body? Body itself an expression of the Earths water cycle, A weaving of her ever changing elements, Shifting “you” with each exchange of breath? What is the chalice that holds this interaction, If it is not spirit? Would not the waters just flow, And the fire go out? If our soul did not hold the earth in the loving embrace called body? Is this not the height of sexuality and sensuality? Spirit holding Earth, giving form to themselves? How could they ever be separate? Ever not in love?

Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 31

Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express Posted: 11/25/2006 10:34:08 PM
Confession two I seem-eth to carry this ancient burden; Thirsting to be quenched. Thus I become-eth laden with this mind verses the body dichotomy! Maybe it be-eth my apperception, my indoctrination, That forces me into these probing guilty Pleasures. I’m beyond measure. My sexual appetites raging within this Temple for freedom. Maybe misused, but I am the cage bird Craving to sing. Dear God, whence cometh this surging Tsunami? Rapidly awakening my suppressed visions. We are of one force And yet I tarnish the moment, therein atoning during our sensuous embrace. Forgive me for this trespass my Venus But I’m heavy with the commission of my beforetime old And thus, re-summonsed calling. And yet, the sin is addicting. How will I escape purgatory my forlorn, my sentence?

Joined: 8/30/2006
Msg: 32

Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express Posted: 11/25/2006 11:09:14 PM
Unholy heart, unmerciful to one another, playing games with lust I am sorting daily… …connecting with myself in constant seeking I ask questions... ...i sit off idly in the rear of the theatre, taking witness to mysticism and wonder brought to bare. Knowing that a discussion of sorts is at play... Sexual abandonment Sensual need Nothing casual about desires of the flesh Never been casual It’s about spirits connected I make love in my mind while dreaming nights The mind is powerful Live in your mind for your needs Be it more fruitful to live there Than in another man’s house Living to steal the hearth of another man Scorn to you, I rebuke you in the name of Jehovah! Never covet! Never murder! Transgressions, sins, poison of the loins A theatre built with scenes of a perverse life Showing pornographic domestic love Nothing within fits! Don’t you get it! Your carnal desires will make you sick If there is no truth within what you seek I cannot go play in the night with vixen I cannot go enter a light arrangement My heart is too pure My mind is full of depravity, tension, illusion My soul is where the playground is Then the desires are true and give me a glimpse Of a time of innocence, a time of youthful bliss Wait my friend for a time with meaning, and truth Living within this will restore you

alwaysdreaming2

Joined: 4/4/2006
Msg: 33

Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express Posted: 11/26/2006 2:31:59 AM
I wanted to express the following within... The early evening began with food sadly, badly cooked I must remember never to date the chef the sisters agreed was not the odd one out champagne filled with beautiful bubbles laughter deep understanding two sisters beside me I was the odd one out? Bubbles swirled around me more laughter more jokes and smiles how was I so blind? I only noticed him beside me dressed like my twin in black I did not understand the friend who left my twin explained and now I understand I was left to form a new one in peace I think they both understood that I think I just did? Music so powerful demanding attention like the piped piper he walked in front I followed to be delayed by a wondering gaze... sorry mate...that's me husband in front ooops a little white lie I confess but hey no don't ask...I don't know why I just followed to a dance to the tune of the blue moon in suppressed desire he didn't torment me he showed me how to be free without losing me... a sister was nowhere to be seen I left the twin with one sister to find number two ethics demanded of me found..... ............ .............. ................ gates of hell I won't explain....yet home... in shelter I ask where is that blue moon in desire I feel like dancing without ethics acknowledging my desires let me be ME… Confused? Shocked I am To find a new me In desire I keep my ethics But I like me! ***sorry I used your words...ethics and supressed desires

Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 34

Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express Posted: 11/26/2006 8:31:48 AM
Alwaysdreaming2006! You awakened my inner eye, and thus I saw clearly. How we all desire to be ourselves, but the world is always watching, always ignoring the mirror while judging another. I refuse to despair! And yes, I’ve walked that path too; willingly being exploited by the moment and willingly exploiting in return. Such nostalgia! And yes, mercy has been kind! You are gifted with expression. And though some things I can’t thoroughly grasp; I still enjoy perusing through those expressions that ye wish to share. Intenzity, you manifest to us the burden of freewill. I venture to reckon that we all desire to exist as pure beings. But the weight of such a path is far too excruciating at times. Thus, we too often submit to the moment, momentarily taken refuge in fleeting passions. I thank you for sharing with us our at times, visible, yet privately invisible war.

Joined: 8/30/2006
Msg: 35

Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express Posted: 11/26/2006 9:01:43 AM
NW excellent point... The excruciating journey, being on that path. Severed at times out of nothing less than just being broken down, torn apart by sin. I see nothing wrong with certain indulgences be they a stepping stone to greater heights. However, one who holds destruction, guilt, power within ones self... careful not to sow those seeds to anothers life, or allow the substance of those seeds if the yield is a poor crop... not to take root in anothers life. I cannot afford to add to the difficulties in life, by throwing more on the fire. Poisons in my mind never resting, or having a home. Building without the soul with no vision for tomorrow is just to much for me to take. Connected in spirit like no other time I am certain to tell of its calming peace. Hold true, please Lord let it hold true! Amen!

Joined: 6/2/2006
Msg: 36

Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express Posted: 11/26/2006 9:29:17 AM
Body dances spirit through life. Presenting the wonders of emotionality Painting our experiences and understandings With all the colours of the rainbow, Into living light. We parade our being, our hearts and souls and minds Dressed in the pantomime of our confusion. Our disillusion, Completes itself in our display As we have our say Play out our play, Inviting characters on to our homemade stage Let them rearrange the script, or add a new page, To see what else we can make of ourselves.

Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 37

Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express Posted: 11/26/2006 10:05:21 AM
Or is it the soul turned inside out That wars froward to the spirit? Our stage! Or maybe their stage! Deviation is oftentimes the keys of conveyance. The art of emotions, gestures, immortalized in portraits; Thus becometh our fortress. Our mystique fortune… first embraced as misfortune. Illusions borne! Therefore disabusing the senses; But only for a moment, And then the hues return demanding our refocus. Maybe the unspoken illumination; As I sat still suddenly summons by a visitation. This is no charade. We have finally broken free from the mental cascade! Validity rings loud and clear. And I thank mother for this inescapable motionless pain.

Joined: 6/2/2006
Msg: 38

Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express Posted: 11/26/2006 10:14:42 AM
As plain as the nose on our faces That hold traces Of the scents of memories from before. What’s in store For us now? A rehash of leftovers Stored improperly In the anals of time? What shit is this then That we depend On? Recycling our own wasted time? New ideas, understandings and ways I’m attracted to here, inspired I hired New poets to write abstract scriptics Mystic cryptics, Because… I want something new, never been tried Successfully By me anyway, never turned out too good. Hey. How goes the dance Of circumstance In your neck of the wood?

MiTURN

Joined: 10/22/2006
Msg: 39

Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express Posted: 11/26/2006 10:27:07 AM
Hey Nes... good one! the dance it falls on itself like a tired worn out chant that puts wind in my pipes to go another round found somewhere in the tween like i find the music if not than i make it with spoons and sticks circumstance IS neck of the woods hopefully not a red one! but... from 'if i coulds' 'maybe shoulds' 'if you woulds' dance with me?

Joined: 6/2/2006
Msg: 40

Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express Posted: 11/26/2006 10:39:27 AM
You too turn! My cousin was a red neck son of a bitch from Alberta’s north. Tough and gritty as the oil rigs called him forth. Heart long broken in first marriage, He fell from his carriage, And never tried again Lived in that pain Hit the bars to get laid, He never stayed With anyone long Enough to get strong Again. That pain He never overcame. A good woman could have softened his life But he never trusted a wife To not hurt him, Not desert him, And he died alone. But I saw so much more in his eyes All the guys Missed that, not knowing The kid I went fishing with, showing Me how to bait a hook. With one look I saw his defeat At the hands of love. But he died before we could talk much about it So we talk now, as above, so beneath Some of those rednecks are pretty cool guys, underneath.

Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 41

Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express Posted: 11/26/2006 10:39:41 AM
The poet’s vibrations! Wow! Is that energy? Is it just I? I struggle to breathe anew aboard this knew canoe. I contribute this manifestation to us all. Am I now a shaker? To be continued…

alyosha

Joined: 11/13/2006
Msg: 42

Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express Posted: 11/26/2006 10:46:44 AM
My cousin was a red neck son of a **** from Alberta’s north. Tough and gritty as the oil rigs called him forth. That he may have been but someone sure as hell loved him and saw cleanthough to the gushr he might have been.

statueman

Joined: 2/11/2006
Msg: 43
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Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express Posted: 11/26/2006 11:07:08 AM
the folly of race is embodied in we who with no disgrace live as somewhere between understanding and hatred for all that we see and know how much the world would be better if the world were "like me" How ever we grow up to find we're not so unique for the folly of race is in race that we think in a flawed logic of love that comes from those free to go around and preach "Hey! Won't you all just please be... Like me?" And so i can't speak for all us "no exact racial" [distinction] but identity crisis my friends didn't let me have if i'm naive and witty at least i'm know i'm not spacial for spacials cliche's are a headache and a hafe So i be the self proclaimed king of the coming mongrel hordes A Redneck African American Cherokee adored at least i didn't take that job on the psychic network and I've learned to be ignored but naive and witty, i'm never bored so don't you see? How much better the world would be? If everyone would just be, like me? But i know... we cover that already....... Can I be the king then at least? OH COME ON!!! well... maybe i'll get a door prize or something...

Joined: 6/2/2006
Msg: 44

Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express Posted: 11/26/2006 11:17:39 AM
Or maybe the adore prize? Aprizeal for what you seek? Adored for what you speak? King Tut tut knows his followers hang on every word heard within the hallowed walls and market stalls, of the poetry forum's un-established decorum’s. Here you can be as you please! Fantasy allows the tease, and the play, as we have our say in a delightful repertoireal way.

Joined: 6/2/2006
Msg: 45

Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express Posted: 11/26/2006 11:18:51 AM
(yes, I make up my own words to fit. I take full poetic licence to make rhyme. Any time, I choose to do it.)

Joined: 8/30/2006
Msg: 46

Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express Posted: 11/26/2006 11:48:04 AM
good morning church! assemblage of like mind seeking truth but acknowledge, respecting different paths fully non denominational one spirit eternal search good morning church! my coffee, and tea with you my supper with your minds truly a beautiful church my gathering on ones to share in their truth! to share, with flair of moments longing good morning church! no matter what vibration no matter the lack the hymns ring loud! pure hearts, one truth all telling tales, different mystic glances contentment in my church praising, raising the roof! good morning church!

statueman

Joined: 2/11/2006
Msg: 47
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Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express Posted: 11/26/2006 12:00:02 PM
(this song came to mind... i wrote it when i was about 27-30 years old found a sythesizer keyboard and played it in a coffee shop in southern california, you know that big suburb of Los Angeles... anywho, i always felt alittle convicted about this song because of my condition when i wrote it. let the reader understand... and if you don't pm me... i get embarrasssed being too specific in public. ) those meanings are so powerful are you cetching what i say...? i came for a bellyfull but i had to hear the way now i know You are forgiving and Your kingdoms on it's way but some ignore the opening is it something that they prey i woke up this morning to a coffee and a smoke but if you'll forgive me brother i think my temple can tell me i think i know who's on the throne And He understands me He knows what I mean I'm happy in what i allow please Lord, won't you come back... right now? Possibly the perfect are following the blind can you ever condescend and when to you unwind now i cannot protect my fears with imagined authority cause what He's taught me throug those years is my powers in humility. He knows what I mean He understands me I'm not always happy in what I allow So please Lord, don't you come back... right now.... o weeeee eeeee oooooh oooh oooooh omennnnnnnnnnnn

Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 48

Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express Posted: 11/26/2006 12:11:11 PM
Somewhere betwixt the Spheres! Treading through the cemetery I dreaded the feeling of this somewhat imaginary. I became! At that perfect moment… Verily I have paid the uttermost farthing! Coming across this illumined tomb I became quickly shrouded in gloom. Albeit, thoroughly consumed with glee… How thus this be-eth true? I treaded through the cemetery I said!!! Though I believeth not in death! I mourned within the contours of joy still! The living is therein moving in silence. I listen only to the silence… Although words be spoken. What’s a lurking beneath the impetus of that last conveyance? And behold, thou wert healed. Wroth, exceedingly fierce! But thou blessed the sinner. Who for thus forgive-eth much! I now take up my bed, walking without the dread of the ground pushing me forward! Pushing me forward towards the dead! “I am now made weak and lowly of heart!” But the impetus of transgression is still amidst ambling to and fro… Like a pack of wild wolves awaiting the ambush. The root is the self, thus I search-eth the root! Somewhere Betwixt the Spheres! Statueman, I thank you for the hidden, yet overt message. Aloyosha... I thank you for the inherited retrospection. And do return time and again!

bubblez0577

Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 49

Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express Posted: 11/26/2006 12:28:11 PM
~~Standing in awe of your whit indeed "Naive"...you leave me wondering on what to leave for you here....wel i wrote one a bit ago for my thread and decided the true place for it might just be here...among Ethics true to ones very own ethics of internal self.....here you go..hope you dont mind....bubblez....... I long for love...as so many do... yet to say I dont want to be alone.... is untrue..in itself ...unforthright.... noone longs to be just that...alone... and those that say it are among a few... yet to each their own.. i will stand here and not view on just love... on just hate... on just life.... but the whole together... or seperate... its called emotions.... sometimes its called... internal fear... internal longing.... internal suffering..... internal tears..... but all in all it is truely emotions.... not speaking o flove ... is lie not holding a true prose not flowing from feelings..... that flow from a heart... a mind.... a soul.... thru finger tips... and onto a blank~mindless screen.... raw... uncut... uneditted... to each their own... in my home show what is shone no need to drone.... just be alone... or long... or hate... or search... or even LOVE..... but in all we do... we are human.... we fall... we stand.... we suffer.... we heal... we fear.... WE LOVE.... WE LONG.... WE YEARN.... in true prose.... I ask for nothing but real.... reality.... truth.... laughter... tears... love... hate.... rage.... turmoil.... what ever the fvck one has bottled and needs to release.... in prose of ones mind is always welcome... REALITY? Open your eyes..its all around.... Fantasy..? Fiction? One never knows until........ they drop the walls of suffocation.... and open their eyes to see... to try..... to begin..... yet again..... and again...... and again...... to Feel........and just to Breathe............