| Lottery Poverty
Posted: 3/16/2008 9:33:26 AM | A draining of Eternity
Idleness Internet Cable TV
Low-Definition of laughter's transition
To woe's of irreplaceable life
Cries from the highest points of the city
To rise from the pots of stupid humble pity
To reclaim what was lost in pious slumber
of lottery poverty and taking a number
Oh that we would swallow the cure
Consume the bitter scroll that makes the heart pure
And awaken the soul to new morning light
And quicken the flesh to fight the good fight | |
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| One Strait Line
Posted: 3/20/2008 5:25:27 PM | Does the Human Body have a strait line in it?
try the face the back the leg the arm...
the foot the hand the toe the finger...
no no no I can't find a strait line on my body
I look at the sky the land the water
like the body oh why do I bother
but briefly recall a suns ray through a cloud
now there's a strait line I say to myself aloud
So nearly perplexed I look in a mirror
two eyes, two ears and suddenly clearer
I see one strait line but not on my body
But between left and right there it is! LaDi DaDi! | |
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| One Strait Line
Posted: 3/29/2008 9:40:49 PM | | ^^^^^^^^^totally awesome.... and do forgive for the delay... life has been spinning me about. i hope to eventually find time to return to the peace and tranquilities of the pond. | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 1379 | |
| One Strait Line
Posted: 3/29/2008 9:45:53 PM |  my friend , so good to see you here! Worried if all was good, Ok! 
Finer times have found me
deeper ponds have drowned me
Love is simply harder
than the last time , I tried her!
Simplicity of tears fall down my face
Guess my heart has other meaning
for the space...
Let her know I loved her just the same!
Let her rage
My love is simply sturdy...
heart is so steadfast
My eyes are to the horizon
Life is ever fast!
Amazing...
my friend!
Where have you been?
I hope it is all good!
Love is alive!
Peace is
all Good! | |
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| One Strait Line
Posted: 3/30/2008 11:57:48 AM | thanks NaiveAndWitty
looking forward to reading more of new inspirations upon your return
growing older and slower gives me more peace | |
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| One Strait Line
Posted: 4/11/2008 6:40:25 AM | Hi Joshua! Hope all is good xo
mmmmy I loved your last write...miss your vibes
Ethics you say,
are they manmade?
How I wish I didn`t care, that my steps could crush them in my wake
Letting my heart and my emotions spill forth
Living life as examples for the future children watching
Is it really better to abstain
what if we changed ethics
changed the game
What if to abstain
was the release of rationality and logic
or is it this way
Damn you
Back and forth
I love your flesh it melts me in your hell fire
tsk tsk they say
why does it make me churn
I live for your burn
what lessons have I learned?
A complexity and depth of human nature that can`t be ignored
behind closed doors
My mind isn`t as strong as the rest
I need to leave it to rest
My fingers have minds of their own
and my soul shrieks through the night
Her voice jumping out of my body
running back home to where it came from | |
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| Ethics~Desires~Expression.
Posted: 4/19/2008 9:43:49 PM |
1. Let the poem be expressive of a human appetite that you prevent yourself indulgence in
2. Allow yourself freedom to express the joy as well as the pain caused by this appetite
inner peace, enlightenment....to evolve.....because I'm thick headed, I guess....
cosmic spin
star filled sky
and lightning bug night
when Simon was still alive
you invited me
to lay on the trampoline
and we talked, holding hands
your presence nestled again,
as you once did
under my heart
unutterably beautiful
and how many times?
I am drawn to memories
of other confessions,
other skies, campfires
minds connecting, essence laid bare
and how many times? | |
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| Ethics~Desires~Expression.
Posted: 4/22/2008 4:35:19 PM | again, forgive the bad host.
i love what i read here.
and i thank you all for stopping by.
naive. | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 1384 | |
| Ethics~Desires~Expression.
Posted: 4/22/2008 4:57:54 PM | Torn expressions of mad impressions
Tired eyes and sad renditions
Concave hearts and bad starts
Disdain of love and family
Pain in your face, pain in mine!
Say Hello ...goodbye!
We never knew oneanother
Guess its all the same...
we are better off...
apart...
but damn we were good together!
Without everyone else..
we soared and laughed
Though we never belonged to the rest...
we made a place for us to rest
awhile...we were fine...
so fine! | |
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| Ethics~Desires~Expression.
Posted: 4/23/2008 9:02:49 PM | Here
in the centre of my being
your heart beats cadence
and my soul dances
the song of spirit.
There is a timelessness to this love
an openness that stretches stars
and spins memories of lifetimes
weaving depth and knowing
into the tapestry of us
Now.
We Are,
Everything
Always | |
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| Ethics~Desires~Expression.
Posted: 5/8/2008 10:12:01 PM | I
What do you search for?
Does the phenomenon deserve worship?
Let doctrine burn once sifted!
Now breathe inward faithful eye.
II
He has made concrete signpost.
He cleaves to upaya’s illusion;
That great device for teaching.
This he tattoos into flesh.
II
One lives for a phantom.
Phantasmagorias one cleaves as real.
One’s mind is unfertile manure.
And he demands pupil respect.
IV
His god tells him to
Hate us. And he wonders:
Why does my god absorb
So much hostile fiery resistance?
V
Spend time with a person,
And eventually you’ll be confronted
By the demon of thoughts,
Lurking in the shadow’s passage. | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 1389 | |
| Ethics~Desires~Expression.
Posted: 5/8/2008 10:28:34 PM |  Welcome back...to yur thread ...my friend! Nice to read ya...!
That great device for teaching.
This he tattoos into flesh.
My friend this is the saddest truth...
What we learn is learned by the speaketh word
Something not of a friend...
somethin that they want to lend!
A sore tattoo ...leaves us cryin'
BooHoo...nope not me...
know what...? I am stronger than
Thee! Life is something we all learn!
Pain is the spectacle ...left behind
If we didn't know better...
How would we shine?
Love is something learned...
precious...
gracious and strenuous...yet
pleasurable!
Love lives inside of every single day!
It doesn't peep out for a moment..
a week...it is something for which
each soul seeks!
Nothing imagined...nothing obscure!
iT IS SOMETHING...
iT LIVES...
iT ENDURES!
It GROWS! | |
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| Ethics~Desires~Expression.
Posted: 5/10/2008 9:58:08 PM | Menticide!
Is he… Is she…
Satyrs in flight?
‘Give chase!’
‘Guilt should arise.’
Shatter delusion!
I wail ever and anon:
“They but absurd!
Hostile infants!”
How doth one resist the
Siren? If chosen, do I
Resist life? “They but absurd!
Hostile infants!”
Within the sensorium ambulates
The shadow of a sibilance in
The psyche of man proclaiming
Insight. “He but absurd!” Espy closely!
Many souvenirs cast to the flames.
Whence cometh such repression!
I wail ever and anon:
“Hostile infants! The sleight of man!”
Minds hath waxed overly supple.
Provincial assertions given too much
Leeway. Mavericks arise! And rhapsodic
Into the matrix we love.
Hence, the raiment of sin we
Cast to the “herd.” Take back
Thy transgression! It wast never ours!
Too long attached to nonsense!
I return with more than art.
I die for more than Truth!
Let us breathe!
I wail ever and anon:
“They tricked me. I loved
Your God.” My eyes
Can’t help but water. | |
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| Expression.
Posted: 5/13/2008 3:31:15 PM | Somewhat lucid... Most assuredly st8 forward….
A man without enemies, I’m
Told, is an unknown man
Indeed! So the polemics are
Most appropriated. Notwithstanding,
If contempt derives out of
Deficiency, this is not the
Burden of the perceived disjunction:
The “causer” of such disharmonies!
Soon apparent, but not at first,
This has become a spectators-dream.
That is, Naïve attempts to speak
Freely: ‘Let us attack.’ But
Hopefully, the resistance will be
Kept in fair moderation; otherwise,
All herein depicted is utterly
True; and why give the
Intellectual insurrectionist the joy of
Uttering: “it is as it was,
But now the refuse is
Doused with a hint of sugar. Thus
Randomly addressed: If I have
Offended, I just ask that
One refer back to that
Tendentiously constructed form of Western
Praise, “THE BILL OF RIGHTS.” ("THE CONSTITUTION!") selyah
Moreover, I ask that one
Simply say: ‘I happened upon
Some expressions of yours, (dare
Not call it poetry, because
I would never be so
bold), and though I am
In Support of free speech,
I was truly affronted by
Some of the things you
Said.’ Indeed! My soul would
Dearly fall in love! That
Is to suggest that, to
Abhor (hate) a man without first
Informing him of the wrong
Perceived, alas, this reminds me
Of what I have read
About the master/slave mentality.
(Does the raccoon daresay)! I-do!
More importantly, others may have
The right to act out-irrationally,
But a philosopher, I’m told,
Should dare not disgrace himself
In such a fashion! Thus,
Once again, my soul falleth
In love with the species
Of honor. Ah! As for
He that first distorted the
Vision, I mind not; and
I have not an issue
With being contemned, even hated!
for first studying the source:
this was Grandmother’s wish! and
she was most Correct: ‘If
you must be despised, be
so because of the fullness
of your mind opposed to
The Lack Thereof.
For those of you who
Have played, unfortunately unbeknownst to
Me until last week, this
Supposed game fairly, I love
You for this. Literally! Because
You practice what you preach!
However, to those of you
Who pedantically Attack in order
To assuage the Ego, I
Fair to believe that here
Lays the ecumenical infection. And
I retreat not, for indeed
No “Wrong” has been inflamed.
Compose If you will! Critically think
If you will! This is
Forsooth the idyllic ideal! Now
Isn’t it? If not, then indeed,
It is all an illusion.
And I am right to
Take issue with this.
Lastly, Grandmother’s only wish was
That he read the dictionary…
I wonder of this mystery…
For it has brought me
Great contention…
Thank goodness for the ancient
And present day poetic legislators!
p.s. it wasn’t intended to be fancy. | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 1392 | |
| Expression.
Posted: 5/13/2008 3:47:47 PM |  that was beautiful! lol Just being simple and gratified this afternoon!
When the rain pours all over me
The sky is black full , of rain!'
I will write a Poem for You!
Something that is light and airy
kinda like a storybook...scary!
What my mind reads each nite
Something so real...and feel...
Like the way I sing when I sing ...
only to me...
Inside my truck...all alone
got no bucks...nobody gives a fvck!
Goin' down the Road of Dreams...
skippin' hoppin' thru life...it seems~
No one could ever get in the way...
of your love ...it seems~
I have tried every avenue....
road always leads...right back to you~! | |
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| Expression.
Posted: 5/13/2008 4:29:25 PM | | indeed! it's good to read you here. | |
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| Expression.
Posted: 5/13/2008 5:35:53 PM | Heart Fullness!
Quixotically detach’d! Intellectually idyllic!
But thrice she has appear’d: statuesque, possess’d
of psychic pulchritude, embodied aloofness
ebbing ever nigh the senses. And
our awning? another book thrash’d
wit speculation… but energy project’d
channels thus filling the heart target’d
even unto the grip of panic. We dare not succumb!
Thus, a spiritual vernacular
is rapid depth the one mind… more than mere presence!
But the moment hath passed. Has it not?
And albeit we recoup, we art captured within a thought,
engulf’d by ‘what IF’: and she is more than a mere
Siren: she escapes words!
From a distance, perception bewitches the senses;
even unto the psychic eye. I chance that familiarity
would only dispel enchantment. But what of the
many episodes that shadow us! Would not the
passions drench’d in madness inspirit the soul unto
the justification of that exact rue which roots-itself
in frequencies of intense anguish! … Selyah
For nothing is inherently forever!
But we pine for this idyllic relic… that something in the
psyche which grounds its presence in a memory
which induces both pleasure and pain… that
suffering which gives the life meaning… even unto
The spectators discomfort… that most marvelous suffer.
My eyes are again open. She sits before me in a vision.
I speculate: I too am at the forefront of her thoughts.
This is the life of that very intensity.
This is that very radix of our magnetic flux…
and I dare to expose this
simultaneousness…. Is this too much to unsphinx? | |
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| Expression.
Posted: 5/13/2008 9:24:23 PM | so aesthetic, but do not touch…. nonetheless
i through the mental Mecca saunter… thinking
of tangibility made beautiful…. could I drift other but
unto the vision of woman? …. and she speaks unlike
the masses… an eloquent missive imprinted in billows.
i peruse redeeming consciousness… she… but psychic
medicine… a gift of perfection… the panacea of man’s woes.
Frightened, thus thrust forward in order to manifest…
however the ugliness snatched me out of the calm… hence serenity
sought within the envisioned characteristics of a victorian queen afar.
here, sangfroid is recaptured. But she can never cleave unto the
depth of this truism. To be given a glimpse, would this not
change the times? (‘He hath spoken nonsense’). Whatsoever
dolor hitherto, it hath dissipated into splendor. A spiritual
kef she induces… more than the salient this appeal! And so
much more than the mind is willing to make canon. To
confess vulnerability, a daymare unto man… but a world of
prismatic diamonds unto woman. A grief-stricken sigh immerges!
hopefully it draws forth not of thy being! And hopefully,
one day, man will set aside the fleeting, holding tightly
to his right rib, unto the satiation of that most spectacular
woman. I retreat in utterance a thought: that meant for dissention
brought forth wholeness of this fragmented vision! | |
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| Expression.
Posted: 5/16/2008 9:29:12 AM | fealt like this belonged here
Ignorantly professing disgust with others "selfish" existance
You show no difference
from the others
And I think I've met your mother
As that english professor climbs into that van
with yet another man...
I discover for the nth time
That I am not the only of my kind
A cure for lonliness we seek to find
So we sew seeds of madness
But
Again
Reap
Momentary Satisfaction
In a connection lost before it's ever found
The "idea" of inspiration lingers around
A masked sound.......drowned
As we all fall down
We succumb to yet another round
of shots of disguise
There's pain in the eyes
But laughter on the lips
And the guy in the corner, mentally making feast of our hips
The other man over there
Seems to have no cares
Because he stopped long ago
Wandering to and fro
Deciding to be still
Take a pill
Shoot his veins full and chill
Chalk it up as another soul lost to the hunger pain
Lined in chalk..another one....but it's all the same
That Ugly soul stealer
The picture can't get any "realer"
Stealing dreams in search for validation of his own existance
And in doing so steals life, instant by instant
Who is this thief that "stills" hopes and dreams?
Energy returned in unhappiness, although happiness it SEEMS
Seams sewn on the frayed endings of others
The devilish seamstress is gainfully employed by our brothers, lovers, and mothers..... | |
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| Expression.
Posted: 5/18/2008 8:11:01 AM | | ^^this one has me thinking. I thank you for placing it here. | |
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| Ethics~Desires~Expression.
Posted: 5/19/2008 1:22:38 PM | Down there my baby
Where the raspberry bushes used to grow
Turn the Earth upon itself
So the red clay comes to show
Walk down the stone steps my darling
The ones we carried from the lake
Every time I see them
My heart does grow and break
The trees that grow and reach
The forget me nots of blue
All tell a story that this place
Holds to be true
In between the vines and lilacs
The shrubs and bush of sage
There is history of a family
That learned to sow their rage
Underneath the lake stones
Are graves of sands and time
Rivers that run through it
And slow retreating Lime
Come pack down the earth babe
Your blood runs down her layers
Your character the same
As the old man that built these stairs | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 1399 | |
| Ethics~Desires~Expression.
Posted: 5/19/2008 1:35:48 PM | love to see so many here tonite! Have missed their beautiful words! 
Emerald Stones grown over ,moss and ivy
Where I sought my soul to be ;
To stay .
Twas not to be that way
Farther distant than the ivory tower
longer than a foghorn callin' sweetly
unto darkness nights desire;
I wait.
Until the moss grows over me
I shall wait ,
I shall wait...
until the End of Time! | |
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| Ethics~Desires~Expression.
Posted: 5/30/2008 11:11:58 AM | words captured
placed in motion
a touch of fate
pulling in the seer...
i thank you both for placing these expressions here.
naive | |
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