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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 11/29/2006 6:31:35 AM | Imagine Part II
Now there isss no heaven
that was easy to do
Hells been found a phony
and only sky is true
And now allll the peoples
are singing Imagine Part II.... oo oooo
Soon there'll be no countries
that won't be hard to do
soldiers will quit their armies
and their religions too
but how we'll hate worlds police
in Imagine the song Part II o ooo o o ooooo
You might say I'm a deciever
please believe I'm only one
who knows someday you'll join us
on our knees before the Son
Imagine great possesion
I believe you can
yes a greed and hunger
for the truth of man
Imagine our Yeshua
saving all the world ....
from imagine the song part II
you ooo o o ooo
You might say
i'm fanatic
but i'd be the only one
If you'd just crown mee e e eee
the king of the coming mongrel hordes
annnnd then the world would be one
(and then of courseJesus wouldn't have to come back cause
we'd all just be getting along down here... sooo
if Jesus did come back at that point we'd all pretty much resent it
Oh... i'm sorry... I'll save that for imagine part III) | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 11/30/2006 11:09:30 PM | Ethically Torn!
Emoted passions of warmth
Such this knavish being I love.
She distorts my senses.
Such hellish intensity wrought in this most painstaking Truth.
My mind is dulcified by her motionless gestures.
Forthwith, I’m totally encapsulated by these mortal wounds; my yearnings.
Heretofore, my disposition was roughly arid.
But the dictum of emoted love in midst of this hurricane
Has a segue affect on this Spirit’s psyche. Therefore, I love her.
Sedulous hours of noumenal joy
Now have transposed, trespassing upon the senses.
I awaken atop this fulcrum of illusion, abusing my psychic apparatus.
She slides across me gently, gingerly astonishing this Soul.
Redolent passions; they benumb what’s logic, while assuaging my guilt.
My inner essence radiates her energy, galvanizing even unto her core.
She ravishes me more; shamefully, I yin more.
At this moment in time, I’m attacked, ethically torn.
EPHOD 2005 | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/1/2006 4:42:00 PM | when you take the time
look around
makes your skin crawl
make you wonder at times
if there's any sense to it all
For the pushers and the users
for the freaks and the losers
for the dime a dozen floozies
the one off token choosers
from the city's dark side
to the bright green of the burbs
from the ***holes who run the system
to the fools who blindly listen
from the waking risers to the sleeping misers
from the carnal lore to the common score
all the backbeat hustlers and the worlds bustlers
are we awake? Do we need more.
It's all about the game
and how its played
It's what it takes to ride the gravy train | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/1/2006 7:33:17 PM | in my throat is a voice
whispers she cryies
heart of stone obeys
heart of stone breaks
crystals inside
lightening comes quickly
to free me
deeply need
kneed deeply
keep me
in the center
i am victim
to no one
but my own whim
thank you neseemoon
for catching hold
the fallng stars hand
whhhhish
i am wished away...
Nefer Hotep (Beautiful Pecae)
Vashti
WOW WOW WOW I am writing again
strong womoons lend even stronger branches
the moon is cradled in her arms
i love the unknown one
who lead me here.....Miigwatch Thank you much | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/2/2006 5:09:41 PM | For I Adore You!
Adore you enough
To perish once again;
I die
Clenching touch to a forbidden prayer.
Too often we invade
Treading grounds of no egress.
You grab me
And give me deceit
Possessing such powerful oath.
For I Adore You!
Love you enough
To forsaken my wounds;
Trick my mind.
The tides
Do the have no return!
Are we left with our sin?
Our sin which has become so wonderful;
Bringing us such joy.
Our alpha was so insidious.
And to imagine
We remain together;
Blissfully sick.
For I Adore You!
Ephod 1998 | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/2/2006 5:18:48 PM | Handyman, that’s a vivid manifest of the world. I was soon taken by the current; I could feel the intended rhythm.
Vashtiayla, your poem expresses conflict and triumph, and an understanding of free choice.
Congratulations!!!
I thank thee both for stopping by. And do come again! | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/2/2006 7:10:13 PM | Par excellence she is.
Carrying the soul of Nature’s grace;
But I only know her from afar.
Maybe a Geisha indeed she is;
Thence, image is life itself.
Such mysteries are unbeknownst to me.
I aforetime confess,
Reality is but a myth.
And we are all scrofulous Souls.
We diligently harbor wanton secrets.
Brazen-faced during our dialogical exchange;
We confabulate at length, calculating each expression.
Par excellence she is; allowing me to lead myself astray.
Intrapsychically,
She cannot transgress. My lips will not transgress.
O’ woe is that man that attempts to reside in reality’s realm.
Stolidly, she conveys passion. Par excellence she is.
Surrealistic she becomes beheld therein the thoughts of men’s minds.
This chimerical, though-be-it tangible woman;
The paradoxical confliction of man’s probing(s).
Thoroughly familiar with this power Par excellence is.
Who hasn’t sworn deceitfully in hopes of winning her favor?
But Par excellence is an alligator; convoluting the hearts and minds of men.
Par excellence causes mental solicitudes; she is the root of man’s vicissitudes.
There’s nothing prosaic about this mosaic master piece.
Chiseled intrapsychically to perfection Par excellence is. I delineate in vain.
She inveigles through mere gestures. Such a contrary nature to the Word!
It’s endemic of man to fear vulnerability, but for Par excellence,
I surrender my critical thinking proclivities. Mercy, encompass me about!
Men fawn and dance shamefully in her presence. She merely smiles with grace.
Par excellence she is! Par excellence! | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/2/2006 7:25:02 PM | I want you
Can you imagine?
You unyeilding facade
The small chips to know you're mine
And at times, a pattern of love
so I know you want me too
But your dirty
flithy
disgusting
Is that mould on the side,
near the mouth?
I swear I hate you
but my secert is that I want you
I would not have you in any other state
My kitchen you're my lover
I pledged cleanilness long ago
And still you're the only one to make me
Lift a lid and go, "ewww" | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/2/2006 7:51:03 PM | Oh... witty, you hit it right on with Par Excellence
i thought this...
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elegantly enslaved
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to be enslaved to this woman
my weakness showing
alas, i mask her advances
trying to show machismo
but i am in fact at her knees
a slave, not able to resist
she does in fact gracefully show herself
spinning, dancing, ringing bells of hearts
all men subjugate to her charms
caught in her rapture, essence, WOMAN!
although i know of my weakness
i know i cannot resist, i am but mortal man
not truly of divinity, but with just a spark
Lord, give me strength of discernment!
I will need the truth to guide her and I
She is worth that and more! | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/2/2006 8:01:06 PM | He’s my inspiration
Though I could never find the confrontation to voice
Its better this way, you’ll never know the admiration
Constraints of oceans in tears, dreams won’t reveal my heart
Skills without knowledge I can’t pledge I even understand
So gentle in presence my inspiration reveals in spirit
My fiction is common market, chastising myself endlessly
Worthless I feel to be graced by his inspiration
He would abhor this knowledge of me, so words I won’t reveal
Suspecting it’s me
Inspiration he is, for words in smiles I gather
Pressed like flowers, keepsakes of words, mine to keep
His visions make me a kitten, peacefully sleeping on his words
Concealing the woman in me, I’ll just listen to his words
Inspiration I might grow out of being a kitten | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/2/2006 8:58:08 PM | Mandielove, I felt that poem to the core of its meaning. We all have our personal wars! You are always welcomed here to express. Do return and share; we are all with open eyes readily willing to embrace the nuances of each poet. This is what makes us family.
Intenzity, I can understand that torrent, that frequency, that frightening wave. If only our hearts and minds were granted indemnity! But then wisdom would remain permanently aloof. Once again, I thank you for your sincerity. Your candor is appreciated here.
Alwaysdreaming2006, your poem touched me in Spirit, but my Spirit wishes not to reveal to me what I see. That pattern of expression, is compelling, forceful, enigma’s calling, demanding a keen eye. I just felt the Truth, the energy, that familiar vibration. And we continue to listen in silence, to the silence. | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/2/2006 11:50:09 PM | He is my light,
My inspiration from within,
Where he lights me
On fire.
He completes my thoughts, with his feelings,
And my feelings with his thoughts.
He experiences her attendance, in every blade of grass,
And his in every star.
He has known me from forever.
And I..
I know his light. | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/3/2006 10:37:36 AM | Vices
Through the years
I've seen the habits turn on high,
From smoke to drink
to gamble and to hurt.
Though not my addictions
I watch as they take
The one I love.
Taken by despair and
Then, taken by death.
Still I survive by only a dangling thread.
Bring me out to a new life
To find myself, my virtue.
Is this love or lust
Or somewhere inbetween.
This wall is up to protect my being;
Therefore, my feelings are detached.
No words can describe, I can't express
The mind is no longer attached to the heart.
And then a wave of desire and comfort
Flows from my body.
What is this?
Do I succumb?
Someone sees me and longs for my presence
To hold and to keep secure
To open my heart again
And to make me feel whole.
This vice or venue
Has not been present in awhile
Though I've longed for it
Now what do I do with it?
Confusion reigns
Though not quite complete.
Something is missing
It's the memories of the past (passed).
Time to jump into life and what it brings,
And make new memories.
Please tear down this wall
And conquer my love. | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/3/2006 11:13:54 AM | Neseemoo, I thank you for that rhythm. The light! Wow! The light! I often wonder why of so many things, but the light has never been elusive; the light is always present, always overt, always willing to embrace us. I dearly wish that all of mankind will finally be awakened by the light. The true light! Indeed I do wish this. I thank you Neseemoo. You are truly gifted.
Findchris, I was immediately captured, mentally transported by your poem. That age old internal war has touched us all in some direct or indirect fashion. Hence, the walls formulate. Sometimes they seemingly become insurmountable. But they aren’t! I thank you for visiting with us and sharing those universal Truths. You are always welcomed here. Always! | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/3/2006 11:25:22 AM | The ethics of union
Lazy absorbed commonality
standing at the gate waiting
offerings of livings you take
of this union we stand strong
clock punched with an ardent fury
The world owes me my own
It gives and I take
to make me sown into the soil of this machine
It owes me my dues
I take yet won't produce
that's always been my excuse
Likely not a popular stance on the ethics of work abuse. | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/3/2006 1:04:22 PM | | Handyman, Wow! I truly smiled while reading your poem. I’m still smiling. That’s a very unique and real way of put things into perspective. I thank you for sharing this poem with us. I truly do! | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/3/2006 6:19:45 PM | I have an edge to me as sharp as Hecate’s blade.
That slices through history’s rhetoric, unafraid
Of the consequences.
I know what Eve’s sin is, and can explain.
She took on Adams shame.
And his defense.
You see,
He crumbled under the weight
Of such enlightenment as she offered him.
Damn straight.
God’s purpose is plain.
Not there to test, or create pain.
Awareness was offered
And Eve accepted.
What Adam rejected,
Was what God proffered.
How do you like them apples tossed?
Eden lost.
Been repeating itself ever since
Providence
Decreed.
Indeed,
The true theft,
Was not the apple, or the cart upset.
That’s why Lilith left,
And founded herself a whole new Universe
Where she could converse
With dignity and grace
Not afraid to replace
Old worn out lies
With truth. | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/3/2006 7:14:01 PM | | I’m pondering upon thy poem Neseemoo! My third eye is wide awake. You are a powerful artisan. And I like those apples indeed. Wisdom first rested in the bosom of a woman. God’s plane! Which was an impervious riddle in itself; and not many have sorted through the ancient memoirs with a critical eye. It’s the dogmatic, uncritical adherents that tarnish the Truth. I’m wide awake, Neseemoo; wide awake! And I thank you! You have a beautiful mind! | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/5/2006 10:31:27 PM | The lake stood still
wolves outlined the hill
watching for the next move
they all feasted on the energy
that came down like a heavy night with crickets
all cricketing in harmony with the alabaster
clinging to the silver core of thought
lightening went black as the time went clickity clack
withdrawal seeps into the evening
shrill a lark has flown
and shown
its leave again
for peace | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/5/2006 10:38:08 PM | a quark in harmony
a stone thrown by no human hand
breaks the iron and clay
feet of poor
steps of needy
crush the city underfoot
why
they will ask their master
did you build such a high gate?
and the mouth of pit will close... | |
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Joined: 10/22/2006
Msg: 75 | |
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