| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/18/2006 5:59:20 PM | | Shybo! Please, always feel welcomed here. And in all these forums for that matter! Poetry is a movement of the individual Spirit. And no one is permitted to prevent that expression. We are all one in this forum; learning, expressing and absorbing together. In-addition, we would all like to read your life experiences poetically expressed, thereby, learning from you. | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/19/2006 1:08:22 AM | In this Hotel Hilton or the Ritz
in the deranged mind
winds still blow
no raging storm can be kinder
for it may be
the gentle breeze
blowing the mind
Peace in loneliness
seeking without rhyme
Only angels know why
heart dies with secrets inside
laughing insanity in the mind
Death ominously threatens as evil asks why
let it be, the angels cry
they know if there's one more question
to answer this time
it will be eternal wails
screaming in the mind
Let the poet slowly bleed
Without the torrent of bloody rivers in words
As questions are answered
Of the mind
Then see the clear gentle streams without secrets
Flowing of a clear mind | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/19/2006 7:22:24 AM | I dream of a day
a man to help me in the kitchen
by the romantic lights of candles
as we prepare
lovers taste without haste
Delights of mouths
in those flickering stars
I'll watch your eyes smiling in delight
as you savor my hand feeding you
treasuring taste buds prepared in love
The candles will know when it's time
for the flames to disappear
and the passions of art
continue into the dark
By the moonlight
I'll kiss your lips
tasting all I wanted to feed you
In sensuality I'll teach you
art in cooking
in glowing candles
until then a dream it is
and remains…
my spirit is with you...merry xmas my dear NaiveandWitty *hugs* | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/19/2006 8:33:15 AM | "The Dream of Eros"
Oh, your feminine essence!
My treasure is in your pleasure;
My pleasure is in your delight.
Your breath, your sigh;
The ecstasy in yours eyes!
My senses into one sense flow.
Your luscious lips, your heated glow.
A million places I do go;
Soft, silent, and slow.
Taste of your nectar, succulent and sweet;
A gift of the gods I do treat.
Your wiggle, your giggle, your heat!
Smell of your passion runs though my blood!
My aching, my shaking, my true love.
Delirious delight, I crave with fright.
The light we make burns into the night.
Bodies so weak, whispers so sweet;
I lie at your feet, my spirit so deep.
Your feminine essence I do seek.
by: lovepepper | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/20/2006 1:16:38 AM | I can't believe the things I say
sometimes to judge sometimes to sway
i don't think i should have ever
read the bible that way...
it wasn't always to believe
or to make the wrong things write
i was so tall and goofy and uncoordinated
i think i read the bible most
so I could win a fight
bullies always became my good friends
and warned others from messin'
"He'll say something that'll keep you up at night."
with my eyes I'd look at them "hush"
don't keep them from their lesson
but to be a true super hero in Isaiah
I saw self judgements blistering call
come now, lets reason together... i read
but how we continue to fall
from grace to grace we should be growing
and giving others the call
"Peter."
Huh? What?
"Peter...."
Yes? Who is it?
"Peter!"
I'm in bed Lord, just a second I was lost in a dream. Hold on Lord I'll open the door...
Latch, door knob, creakkkk.....
"Where did he go?" | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/20/2006 10:24:23 AM | Alwaysdreaming2006! You bless us all in Spirit, and a most graceful presence. I thank you.
Lovepepper! We welcome you with open arms. Your poem is very intense and mystical.
Statueman! I could hear that last poem’s depicted Truth. I thank you for the earnest expressions therein revealed.
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| Transgress to Repent!
Posted: 12/20/2006 4:20:59 PM | I could love you, but this would be a sin.
I could dine with you, but this would be tempting.
I could romance you from afar, but this would be too provoking.
And if I flat out told you of my lust for you, this might entice us both.
I often wonder; must every physical encounter be pure?
Must we always be mentally appeased by the courtship?
For if not, I’ve been told to then feel tarnished.
But we aren’t always seeking for commitment! Or are we?
I took a glance into her eyes from afar;
And she complimented me on lust’s velocity.
We double talked for hours.
And then I forewarned of the impending sin. She merely mocked facetiously.
I could love you, but this would be a sin.
I could dine with you, but this would be tempting.
I could romance you from afar, but this would be too provoking.
And if I flat out told you of my lust for you, this might entice us both.
Nonetheless, we now both repent!
Shocked and amazed by these ferocious natures.
And we can’t recant are next tryst.
We just transgress to repent. | |
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| Transgress to Repent!
Posted: 12/22/2006 12:16:55 AM | Heartfelt Conflicted!
I didn’t suppress that last desire
I indulged therein that last fire
Physically expired
Awaked once again to rekindle that last fire
So many contradictions in this soul
So many spiritual convictions to console
But this is surely an awakening season
And even Judah feel prey to treason
I will not mention those last specifics
But the moment was satiated therein explicit
I do repent this not so last wicked
Nonetheless, I happily burden this load, though heartfelt
Not so last conflicted | |
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| Transgress to Repent!
Posted: 12/23/2006 7:38:24 PM | Infidelity in their heart
She spoke of ashes in riddle, inebriated dialogically conveying as the sphinx. We embraced in a tainted kiss, betraying our passion. Love is induced by the sight of want! And feelings are hindered by the pangs of failure! The moment was fully satiated, pleasantly appeased. And we remained rapacious, thirsty forevermore. Our sacred amour waits patiently. So we both return to our separate homely fetters; to engage again, this time as purely motivated deception. Smiles, hebetated ecstasy, timidity and tears; sentiently plaguing our abandoned fears. | |
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| Transgress to Repent!
Posted: 12/23/2006 7:55:21 PM | Introspection's Love!
I was enticed by falsehood
Beguiled, subconsciously led a-yonder
Lost in the forest of wantonness
Without a compass through this maze
Fainthearted testimonies of amour
Touched deeply within the soul
That treasured ice-aged grudge was warmed into liquid
I was entranced until departure came
The Sun wouldn’t glisten strong thereafter
Yet, I believed upon return thereafter!
I was iridescent in love thitherto
I became the covenant therein at that time
In retrospection
It was foretold to me
“Thy froward ways shall condemn thee.”
Yet I was born to suffer this grief! Thus this harpoon I must bear!
Some exhorted this, my thus stumbling abysmal fall
My fall from the lofty palaces unto the murky mind-state of introspection’s love
And to believe, I freely dwelled herein the furrows of depression
Extolling our selfishness, our debilitating love! Our self-appointed wretchedness! | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/25/2006 8:12:33 PM | Forgo for me! For I’m weak!
I see with you;
Floating in the mystic world;
Barely grasping hold to reality;
Disappearing in the silent night;
Our one more passage through the forest;
And the blood is thick.
Why is Isis Misbehaving!
Leading me to the edge as Cleopatra?
Forasmuch as I crave,
I repent the slave’s mentality.
We have done so many wrongs!
“I’ve lasted through my only choice.”
Silent with your voice!
“My heart is bleeding”;
Inhumed in this paradox!
Why do I return? | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/27/2006 1:25:09 PM | This is a Spirit’s wave… so rich in poetry…
So gifted with an uncanny rhythm of her own.
I know not much beyond what I see… but I do know agony… I do know grief…
And I possess a kinship with the poet’s strength… induced by the valley’s of hell.
Copyright ©2006 Ephod | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/27/2006 2:36:05 PM | Love this place NAW.......
Awesome ability.....
Hope you are having a good holiday break...
Best wishes in the new year....
.Shelter.
........For thus I speakest the nightime...
Eyes deep burning time not seen.....
Gaze forth silver glow telling shelter......home....
Held in awe of darkest Peace.....
Shadows dance among those stars...
Ancient telling dust.....a breeze.....
Four corners gather circle.....
...A moment life held in exhale.....
....But never more than this....
For I am held unto this Night.....
It is here I hold shelter.....
.........Home................
.T. | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/27/2006 6:32:12 PM | | I see a thirsting shadow… her most hallowing glow… I step in her presence… given Segue to Her essence… I’ve falling beyond the dungeon’s love… in-love without the Quintessence of This nigh countenance… and I shall never convey beyond hitherto in Rhythmic clarity… my Sincerity. | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/27/2006 6:33:01 PM | Soul Shaping
Soul scraped bare.
Mind, long held by despair,
Perceives light by shadows’ contrast,
And thus forgoes the vast,
Experience of Bliss.
This,
Is why we live.
Why Earth continues to give
Shape to our dreams,
And so it seems,
Our nightmares as well.
Hell,
Is created
And celebrated
Every time we complain.
There is no gain
In citing sorrow
Making tomorrow
As dismal as today,
Grey
And shapeless beneath its shift.
Too high a rift
For most to think through.
But I knew,
You’d be waiting there.
All I needed to do was to dare
To imagine you, to find
Entwined
In my soul
Your whole
Essence focused on me.
And I can see
Through eternities star
Just how far
I will go to hold and make right
The last littlest bits of light.
I do
Want you. | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/27/2006 6:48:56 PM | Ravincause,
Um! This style is vivid; with a familiar essence. That voice echoing therein has registered in my hearing before.
This poem portrays a vivid depiction. Due return!
This was a most grasping read!
I thank you for posting here!
I'm left with feeling I should say more! | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/27/2006 6:49:49 PM | NaiveandWitty my brother not by blood but by light,
I come to hail thee and to offer a petit poem inspired by your writings at Tenz's site.
My ba, my ka; my chromatic vision!
Long time without hearing that very two words together!
Thank you!
In L.V.X.
"Ka & Ba"
A wise man, to the wind
was whispering about the Ka
Images of power
came to my mind
while I wondered the hour
when my words could
reach his Ba
For if his eyes
casted light
and my parallel
was only right
then soul and serpent
are two definite parts of one!
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(C) 2006 - Ro.M. (Poet Friend) | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/27/2006 7:01:00 PM | I gaze tomorrow by thee as said those words....
For in thine lasting ...ever.. view this as me....
.........I see.............
Known yet cometh thy spirit this, thy place as one we hide..........
Or do we?................
I have glanced...........
So have you.........
..Where do you hide?............
And why?
thine desires forthcoming......
...as such thine breathe..........
How then speakest?...........
Thine future never brushed?..........
Or thine past?............
......Always remembered?...........
.T. | |
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Joined: 7/3/2006
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/27/2006 7:05:47 PM | One thing I know about love
is it is blind to all you could believe
you can't control it at all
even if you think to decieve
colour and race aren't set
with love, boundaries do not occur
gender shouldn't be an issue
you love either a boy or a girl
or both for that matter
and it's no business of mine to say
or anyone else whos has a problem
screw them, everyone's a little gay
just love from your purest point
damn what science tries to prove
you do love from your heart
and hurt from it when you lose
love, my brothers and sisters
that's what it's all about
cause you know, the day that I find it
I am surely going to sing and shout | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 12/27/2006 7:23:00 PM | Poetfriend…
About three days ago… unbeknownst to me… I was thinking on you and your presence in words. I have no idea how to explain that. But I wrought together that poem shortly thereafter, did a quick broke man’s copyright; and then placed in tenze’s thread.
This to me is truly a confirmation of spiritual connection driven by the unmovable moving force.
Know that I truly thank you.
This poem you just placed is very alarmingly rich in an exactness that delivers its message straight to the heart. I can’t openly express the mystique; it’s far to profound.
Wow! You are most there. And I thank you, my friend.
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Ukiyoe
“Though the road feels rocky, it assuredly feels good to me.”
And the sun is rising.
My feminine Jinn wore this amulet in primordial now.
What a paradox!
My unorthodox visual metaphor;
My ba, my ka; my chromatic vision!
And I still concentrate on that horizontal line.
What a shrine! | |
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| Sing and Shout!
Posted: 12/27/2006 7:23:50 PM | Sing and Shout!
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sing your rhymes to one who cares
and know that life is full of stares
the moment within yourself
that crystalize the fair maiden
allow for one who is out and graven
please search within your heart
and know that life is full and ready to start
come to her and let her know your verve
for in you she will have some daring nerve
to think she is good enough
to take you on a ride with no fluff
she balances many rides
and takes no time for hides
let her know within you now
you intend to show and allow
one into a heart that is pure
come find in her you manifest stir...
Tenz ~  | |
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