| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/7/2006 3:35:02 PM | Some poems immediately touch deep down in the soul; causing some of us to shutter due to the utter clarity and Truth therein depicted. I sometimes can feel in the depths of my mind the sorrows of others; which is only induced by the rythms and intensity therein conveyed at the moment of their poem's conception.
MiTURN, I thank you for expressing in words this most universal plight. Most importantly, I thank you for sharing this poem with us all. | |
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TiMwM
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Joined: 10/3/2006
Msg: 77 | |
| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/7/2006 5:14:12 PM | From out of nowhere
supressed
desire..............
unimpressed
fire!..............
unleash it.
touch it.............feel it
express......
for..........bidden.........
wavering.............
favoring..............
what's hidden.............................
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/7/2006 9:15:07 PM | this is "Crass and soulless rantings of an empty abyss'
It is my pleasure to welcome you to my hate
I've known you for sometime now
you've stolen all that I create and laugh in the face of my torment
You need me
You deny what I can fake
you're really nothing to me
a speck of something less than useless
you may think that you have something for me
You are mistaken directly by you
I hate you
this is my crass and soullless ranting of my empty abyss
that shows you what I am for you
nothing.
You are nothing.............. a speck of something less than useless.
I found the words to express the darkest side of my anguish. enjoy what I bring to the table but if you eat you may get sick from it. | |
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MiTURN
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Joined: 10/22/2006
Msg: 79 | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/7/2006 10:30:51 PM | That’s what is so bloody brilliant about it.
The deeper you look, the more it stays the same.
It’s even in the name!
If you understand what you are looking for.
What’s more,
No ones keeping score
Except you.
So give yourself a break
Before you undertake
The responsibilities
The liabilities,
Of social revolution.
We have our own evolution
Creating the solution,
To the death and pollution
We inherited here.
Oh dear,
I hesitate
And deliberate
Before going on.
Is it wrong?
To want to talk out of turn?
For the millions who burn
With words swallowed back,
Tongue bitted black?
I suppose I must speak.
You couldn’t call me meek.
Not that. But I want to address
Or regress……
Our actions back to a few comments.
Just moments
Before she was killed, she thought she was free.
Yes, they say, they do,
That it always takes two.
That one accommodates the other.
So if a woman is killed by her lover,
She has a part to play.
It’s her choice anyway.
Although statistically speaking,
It sure seems to look just that way,
There’s something that’s missing
In how you’re insisting
That the women should just get away.
It’s always been women outspoken
Who were burned at the stakes way back when.
And nailed to the cross for the lions,
Were the women who practiced their ken.
It’s when they do leave their lover
And finally stand up to say
That they’d rather be with another
That they get themselves killed that way.
And you’ll see they won’t kill the nurses,
Nor childcare workers, nor the maid,
But they’ll shoot down the engineer graduates
Or the doctors or lawyers well paid.
The biggest threat of our foremothers
Lay not in their fears, nor their woes
But it was at the hands of men who loved them
That’s just how the sad story goes.
So how do we heal this misfortune
How do we dare trust to be strong
When in our weakness we survived
Is this even how we belong?
We need the brothers to help us
To balance our world once again
We need to stand here together
And heal from our old wounds and pain.
We need to respect each other
And honour our strengths and our ways
Recognizing that sister and brother
Compliment as the night and the day.
There is no creation without it
The balance of yang and of yin
An electro-magnetic occurrence
Which some called original sin. | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...
Posted: 12/7/2006 11:15:47 PM |
fried finger lickin good
should suffice for a desire
being naked in the choir
not very understood
or is it?
across the repressed universe
just stay out of the asylum
don't be grabbing that on the bus
stiff upper lip there don't make a fuss
try to keep it in your pants
don't be rubbin watchin the dance
sure your cousin is really hot
best not to start if you don't want to stop
Sure you'd love to kill your boss
or give em just a little toss
in the sack or off a cliff
sometimes your a little miffed
take that donut number three
no one ever is gonna see
more than the others just for today
someone's got to be that way
waste not want not is sort of nifty
who wants a waist that's hittin 50
share some more for sake of yourself
less is more when it comes to your health
consumption of mass quantities is funny
in a skit it might even make you money
in real life its the other way
do it and you will surely pay
Ah but oh those hidden desires
wanting more than need for the fire
tasting fruit forbidden so
walking where not to go
life is short so ...
it may be shorter
watch what you wish for
it can be a tall order
Power is easy in its corruption
power is greedy in its eruption
power is needy in its infusions
power is fleeting in revolutions
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/7/2006 11:21:25 PM | TiMwM, welcomed ye are! This is the third eye home of Spirits and Souls and Spirits born to express throughout this could be at times disconcerting mental fire; I have many times and assuredly to come again unleashed the fetters that make-eth us better and indulged therein that would be Supressed desire.
Handyman, indeed! You bring to the arena a totally new motif. And therein is so much revealed.
MiTurn, you are a warming heart.
Neseemoo,
You carry not this one alone
I picked up that telephone also
Listened attentively I did
And deliberation is without warrant
The judge of time has ruled
Women are the root of existence
Taking precedence by far tremendous
O’ how I yearn to remove this Soul felt scar
Knowingly
All I can do is lead by example
Consciously never to desecrate the root of Spirit
Far more precious than freedom
And then I wonder
How many have endured the injustice!
How many bear witness to the strife!
How many unfortunately have been stripped of their mental right!
But those aware refuse to lose their hind sight
Whole heartedly reflecting through our rear view mirror
Closely examining the then subtly present now
And believe you carry not this one alone! | |
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| A mental exclaim! An ethical ailment!
Posted: 12/8/2006 2:20:55 PM | Who should I become?
Who should I mimic?
I have been labeled the maverick!
The iconoclastic heathen!
Yet over yonder
Maybe too far for some to at least feignedly care,
O’ how I would swear!
But my emotions are irrelevant!
But please
Tarry for just a moment
Tarry with me through this broken monologue
As we depict what misery is.
Orphans now!!!
Caused by the impetus of unjustifiable human atrocities!!!!
Orphans of the RWANDA GENOCIDE!!!
And the wounded child is now forced to love those
To love those who murdered their parents.
Locked outside the fortress of this portrait
Ah! I express lest I explode.
O’ how for the oil man will kill!!!
Yet the Asiatic Black child can starve in the fields!!!!
Upon broken knees, with his innocent face pressed sorely within his fragile hands!!!!!
And three to four feet over the vulture awaits its next meal…
O’ how for the oil man will kill!!!
Yet the Asiatic black child can starve in the fields!!!!
And I sit here with no parents
But I barely understand, though I feel the pain of a child.
And I sit here fasting with sackcloth around my waist
Yet I know not hunger to the point of death.
I just sit
with my frontal-lobes burning
My thoughts are aching
And I feel somewhat spiritually displaced.
But the faith resides stalwart as the sun!
Though I awaken silently vexed
Emotionally complex
Lost in visions of these atrocities…
A conscious witness!
Who should I become?
Who should I mimic?
I have been labeled the maverick!
The iconoclastic heathen! | |
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| A mental exclaim! An ethical ailment!
Posted: 12/8/2006 5:45:59 PM | Who should i become?
Who should i mimic?
Label me nonconformist!
The choleric lamb!
To sit and watch the killing
the lament of many nations
with our killing fields primed
primed for murder, sheilded
behind lies from the administration
filling our cups with poison
to drink from and die
only to lie on the bloodied ground
unaware of the reasons
Who should i become?
Who should i mimic?
Label me nonconformist!
The choleric lamb!
To witness the atrocities
My eyes sealed tightly to avoid
Never reaching out to see
I need to NOT see this!!!
I sit with myself silently
smelling the smoking odor
of death, though many days away
I can't bare my soul in eyes of their children
O' my merciful Lord, if you can see
Stop this brutality NOW!!!
Who should i become?
Who should i mimic?
Label me nonconformist!
The choleric lamb! | |
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| A mental exclaim! An ethical ailment!
Posted: 12/8/2006 8:18:18 PM | The tears refuse to fall
Therefore, I stand tall
Promising the sweetest of gifts
Wow, how you bring to me felicity
“Every word you say”
I make right now a treaty with you!
You ignore my sadness
And my lyrical madness
And in return,
I’ll ignore your infidelity. | |
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| Drinking From The Well
Posted: 12/10/2006 9:15:59 AM | Stored away within my soul is reservoir of truth
Used to quench my thirsty youth, my shining moment
Open for all to see my bliss, my strength, my courage
Unable to have this without the Christ inside
I tap into this well and my beauty springs forth
Understanding that this peace resides in us all
Most leave it hidden to never drink from
But reaching inside to taste of the wine, the blood
The imperfection of my being, shines brilliant with a sip
A spring from deep within the heavens | |
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| Beware Admiration Mutual
Posted: 12/11/2006 3:53:25 AM | Who will be the watchdog
who will tell the score
who will look out for the truth
and tell if our sisters a whore?
When mother passed out cookies
when daddy poured the milk
did we all just sit and watch cable
or learn something of justice and silk?
Did we learn to respect our church
our courts and governments
did we teach our children the hope of freedom
and of changes our democracies represent?
Do we encourage the young journalist
do we bid them be watchdogs for truth
or are we all just nay sayers and saying well
like the late great planet earth of our youth?
Oh I am most guilty too
of this epic consolidation
proportioned in poetic scriptural cause
and of mutual admiration
now the children watch only silk worms
for a minuet then they're done
none see the silkworms of freedom
none see the freedoms hard won
whilst we basque in mutual admiration
eating our ribs and beer
how wise, how repentant, how wonderfully humble
I'm so glad to just have you all here
oh i am most guilty also
of this mockery and vexation
drafted in biblical philosophical muck
and in mutual admiration
you see in local government and media
a new wave of apathetic banter
their is no moving news these days
cause none will tell, their is no more hell
so why waste the air time or print
no the hidden red suit with the horns and pitch fork
deserves our congratulation
he's come as an angel of light for us all
in our mutual admiration | |
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| Beware Admiration Mutual
Posted: 12/15/2006 12:19:28 PM | Anew beginning
I sat there in major agony
Agonizing over what I can’t change
Feeling mental deranged
A stranger in his own mind
Then the dawn bestowed upon me keen vision
Sight to see with while driven
A mind to hear with beyond pain's prison
I possess now, only a tear to do away with
Anew beginning | |
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| A Sea Of Tears
Posted: 12/15/2006 12:52:44 PM | A Sea Of Tears
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To do away with a tear
Leave eyes dry in sockets
Death becoming to our vision
Tears needing to shelter our vision
From a mere desert of blindness
Never dry the tears,
For you will surely miss the sights
The splendor, the majesty of life!
Sob I say unto thee!
Let the tears continue to flow abundantly
As sorrow fades, the tears continue
Only now in tribute to a life examined yet loved
Like a gentle flowing stream
Or as a raging river, full with rapids!!!
All tears of thee leading to a sea
Where tranquility and serenity
Compose and are held sacred
Live on through my tears, for they are my bedrock! | |
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| A Sea Of Tears
Posted: 12/15/2006 1:14:34 PM | | That was intense, intenzity! | |
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| A Sea Of Tears
Posted: 12/15/2006 1:26:13 PM | Let me not sink into the mire
Let me no more desire the forbidden passion
Deliver me from this myself
Because I thirst the reproach rebuking help
Contemn me for breathing
Leave me desolate because I love
Hold me in derision
But I cry no forsaken visions
I’m a lost child
Borne wild
Desert howling
Inclined to speak to the whispers
I return with a vengeance
Witness my new abdomen
And clapping for the crowd is file
Thus I holdfast through this one more my trial | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/16/2006 4:18:20 PM | Heartfelt Chilled!
Given the journey’s commissions
She sat there in hurtful listening
The shadow of a tender mercy
The goodness of a righteous love
She begrudges the strong
“Too damn fake they are
Hiding there scars
Emotionally distant as the stars”
And then she transitions
Crossing over to the carnal
Forsook-en womanly integrity
Getting lost in the mire
We desire this, our lust
Sitting there in the Cathedral’s sacred repentance
She before thus had never been touched as such
I still repent for desecrating this sanctity
She repeats the scandal out of contempt for the Church
I join in out of wretchedly craving for the releases
She and thus I
Are addicted to the iniquity, the treasures of being out of mind
Shall we glisten again?
With the countenance of oft-forgiven favor
I savor that moment still
Warring in this battlefield, heartfelt chilled | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/17/2006 8:51:29 AM | Naive- ^^^^^^ nice write...
Sitting Under The Oak
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I'm compelled to think and act upon things
sometimes that are not of God, not HOLY!
Sins of flesh, being caught in this struggle
Seems at times I'm daring to my Lord
To see if somehow I will be turned out
Rejected, molested in my souls integrity
What I am finding moreso than not
Is a gentle loving spirit, accepting my faults
Embracing them, lovingly offering respite
To sit beneath a great oak and kiss lips so tender
To roll in the grasses with carnal fires burning
But maybe, just maybe using restraint
Respecting the gardens fruit, enliven to it abundance
Taking consideration for another beauty
Suppressing emotion, for a larger battle
I don't speak here to cry that I am somehow sainted
Far from that, I want more than I can fathom her delight
I use distance, miles of unending mountains and plains
For they are my shield, my reasoning above my loins
O' but I cherish the day, I will sit sipping Cabernet with her
For now in a solitairy place,
I could very well run with sensuous passions
Having no ability to take vows to a maker again
I will live in sin again, but the day of it?
Soon I hope, but alas the decisions are in the sky
Not of my own virtue I say unto thee
But more of a guiding hand giving me direction
Yes one day I will look to her and take her charms
Only to then need to repent, but I'm stricken...
Can I love again, even lust?
I will I'm sure, but maybe by then her soul,
will be that of a mate to dance heaven with
and nothing more! | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/18/2006 8:08:57 AM | The Oxymoronic Me!
Drowsy eyed moving,
Yet inspirited inside grooving;
I awoke at that exact hour, wondering why?
This moment in heart brings with it an uncanny taunting sigh!
Yet the moon is our luminosity, our celestial cry!
These wavelengths throb is this being!
I quite often ponder their origin’s fire.
Maybe therein you is this source enlivened, forced to break free, thriving.
Maybe this one time I supposed! But I could be off cue.
My mental compass has often misled me!
Now once again the mourning is shallow.
And I must hallow my Soul to God.
Forgive me of this my trespass!
For not all are willing to plead atonement after wantonness sin.
She left only 10 minutes ago.
And I guess now I’m disdained as the tainted hypocrite.
But I was lonely for human deception.
And deceived I permitted self to become.
I now return to this rhythm.
Our reflex-ion within the Spirit’s mirror! Langston’s plight! Our delightful melancholy!
What a wavelength! What a buoyant linage to bewail!
And I express to you my ambiguity in motion; my oxymoronic, my sorrowing Bliss! | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/18/2006 10:38:26 AM | Wow... Oxymoronic Me!
wow... I really, really liked that poem.
I didn't admire it... I liked it.
Because you know
how I apparently feel about admiration.
By the way, I was thinking about taking out
a loan from God
but I need a co-signer...
Anyone?
Anyone?
Oh wow
you all ate your Proverbs this morning?
Listen here, how much do you owe God?
1000? Ok take this note I can reduce it to 800 if
you co-sign this 200 loan with me.
Thanks. That's great...
Oh my name? uhh uh uh Stewie Griffin. | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/18/2006 12:13:39 PM | Statueman! You are surely the wildest. You drop subliminal messages that must be reckoned with. I’m still meditating on “Beware Admiration Mutual.” As for someone being the vouchsafe, that’s very compelling! Very compelling indeed!
All in all, thanks for visiting. It’s always a pleasurable reading ye drop! | |
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shybo
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Joined: 3/23/2006
Msg: 100 | |
| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/18/2006 5:40:23 PM | Excuse me, I'm not even sure I'm allowed or should be, to post here.
Among folks who breathes life into words as you while I wonder if I've spelled rite.
I love writing poetry but I'm surely not educated as folks here.
I could only write that I know from my own heart, and wish
Someone takes something I can only offer. Thank you, shybo. | |
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