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Posted: 6/22/2008 1:38:11 PM | Return me to Paradise, by winged soul of
Angelic Blessedness, wide the gates
beauty personified | |
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Posted: 6/23/2008 10:03:17 PM | Transcend.
Jesyka.
Iberserkerl.
Ash. I. Am.
TruthISee.
JuJuBee.
I thank you each for placing such writes here for me to get lost in. You each possess such unique voices. And I’m sure that we all know this by now. I just comment on it to convey to us all that I appreciate each voice herein expressed. I think that it’s fair to say we learn and thus evolve as a unity here in this poetic world of expression. In innocence, I love you all. Naïve | |
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Posted: 6/25/2008 9:21:25 PM | Infatuation, or did I disappoint fate?
how did i keep from
grabbing her? such an
intellectually bountiful
woman! the moment was
too distraught; my mind
was afloat with poetry;
my heart was buoyant with
words; but the utterance
was absent. i just composed
as i never had before. every
sentence i read became pieces
of her. i was hypnotized.
i was selfish. i chose art
over the pursuit of love. i
was comfortable in inspiration.
cosmic rays pulsed through
every fiber of my being.
electrically polarized i was.
to edit the poesy of the gods
which torrent through me was
a foreign thought. every
impulse i consecrated in
script. she is so candescent.
i’m a blank expression
gravitating in so many directions.
every thought is an examined
cave. every memory is dissected.
she is so magnetic. Who has
she shared herself with? But this
was prior to literary maturity.
prior to becoming athirst for skill.
she is so adverse to the pretentious.
here upon earth she adjudges fairly.
her scales are balanced to a flaw.
i’m no longer fantast over what i
failed to pursue. but without rue,
ever and anon, inspired by this
extraordinary woman, i compose
with her in my vision. | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 6:47:34 AM | "sh1t in the rearview mirror may be closer than it appears"
so much of what we reach results from coming up short
on what we were reaching for
since experience swears to be the best teacher
who wants to argue considering the price is already paid
how do we define a present that does a smoke shake
in your face, before turning you around just enough
for the future to get a better angle on your assets
it has to include what you thought you wanted
before you got what you deserved
philosophy gives you reasons to look back and not cry over it
what a waste of water that is..other than clearing the screen
its one more way to play with yourself , do you like variety?
all the reasons in the world move us to speak..
sometimes something real pops out
you can get a bit cranky waiting for it
sharing with another person gets harder as you grow
is the stripping of self delusion a foolish act
does it salt the ground so no future illusions can grow
what threshold must we cross alone
I mean besides that... | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 1:30:26 PM | transcend...
indeed! life is a maze. and we mustn't allow it to ruin us. and philosophy of some sort helps us greatly.
i enjoyed reading this expression.
naive | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 2:49:17 PM | Fate was like a gift naive
in the form on godessette
perceptions later to be destroyed
upon the alter of familiarty
luckily or fatefully though
it never came to that
consumating the now is you strength
a friendliness and encouraging word you gift
but the sky's do get cloudy some days
infatuation can be a tool
and I let it stir my art for what I am fearful to pursue
may not be fear but relative fate
that keeps the pain at bay
I believe though that with each attempt made
and each result accepted
fear becomes a subliminal warning
a conscious decision to allow the passing spheres music touch
like strangers in the niiiigggghhhttt
exchanging glances... | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 3:20:34 PM | ^^^^^^^^^^ it's a pleasure to see you. i hope that all is well.
i wish this very thing for the entire community. | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 4:27:41 PM | I really loved what you left at Blackies....
lovesick
to help the itching halt
abetting sensual assault
it's in the blood
the fox, the stud
the moon has lit you raving
and you are swollen, craving
just trembling on the brink
too physical to think
you skin turned inside out
by what they've brought about
with just one smoldering look
a never failing hook
so shiver if you must
as you succumb to lust
your pulse leaps to their hand
as if it's by command
and in your pleasure drown
and lay you softly down
LS 6/19/08
first,last | |
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Posted: 6/27/2008 8:56:50 PM | ^^^ i enjoyed the read. and i thank you.
naive. | |
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Posted: 6/27/2008 9:19:25 PM | | Just wanted to tell ya i thought 1428 was pretty cool | |
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Posted: 6/27/2008 10:02:56 PM | ^^^ i'm glad you could understand it.
and i thank you for the feedback. | |
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Posted: 6/27/2008 11:56:05 PM | Your beauty intoxicates me
I loose control
Confronted by your body
We have sex
Like God's impregnation of the universe
Explosive and fiery
Defining dirty words
That don't exist
But I'm not God
And creating universes
Isn't enough for your thighs
You need other gods
To touch and explore you
Bringing new worlds to life | |
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Posted: 6/28/2008 11:23:48 AM | ^^^^ awesome! i thank you for placing it here.
naive | |
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Posted: 6/28/2008 11:38:58 AM | my fingers touch your face
rough and soft
your lips graze mine
and i inhale you
as the winds pick up
each movement
carries them to my eyes
i see what you are
a man, a beautiful man
fragile and strong
giving and passionate
sensitive and bold
maker of love
who loves me so
i am grateful
for your patience | |
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Posted: 6/28/2008 10:07:40 PM | | ^^ wow! for a minute there i thought i was him. i thank you for blessing the thread with such passion. | |
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Posted: 6/28/2008 10:10:54 PM | Our Mystic Connexion, It’s Wrecking Me
Too often
is the thought
of what I can’t enjoy!
If my essence glints
in thy mind, make
arrant that passage.
I see thee in my mental
Mecca. This kinetic
connexion has become
an unattainable manna.
But a fertile vision, the
death of our souls, yearning!
Aquatic in depth, our
passions bring the sea to
boil. Shall Shadrach,
Meshach and Abednego,
tame this furnace of fire?
I flame! Where art the Magi?
Within my mind, thee art
the host of Midian! unfriendly
and hostile upon my senses.
One of the deepest mourns
upon earth, is that space in
no time where satiation is
but a voidness of light.
Is it the interracial union that
would wreck us? Would
our parents revise their will?
My mind is taut with madness!
I’m Job misunderstanding life;
I’m David plotting for Bathsheba;
I’m Jesus
Deprived of love! Play the
mystagogue, my amore.
Become the demigod of my
senses. Maybe I’m afflicted
by mythomania; but my Naiad,
I long for thee as the Israelites
for Yahweh. I’m Nebuchadnezzer,
bewitched, clawing the dirt.
I’m Elijah, hopeless, burden
of the cave. I’m Hosea,
without thee as my harlot.
I have nothing to fiddle
through as Rome burns.
What of Nirvana I attained,
is now but a vacant piece of
spirit. Do you prize the triumph?
the crush of me! I carry this
old man of the sea; this garm
gnawing into my spirt-flesh.
Have I gone astray! Have I
become enchanted by Penelope?
lust of the Sanhedrin court!
possession of but one man!
Thee art a Philistine to me!!
the first wife of Samson.
the Pauline thorn!
Dear god, how I yearn for the
philosopher’s womb. But
unto my bleeding mind, she
has become Phobos; the god
of my dread, the source of
my alarm. Shall I become the
phoenix? shall I again drink
of the Pierian Spring? given
life to this withering rose!
For I’m haunted by the plagues
Of Egypt; scatted fragments of
me drift through the desert; in
Tongues of flame I curse thee.
Thou art a promised land forever
sought; a rabbit hole unto
eternity; the fukk of my mind;
the red sea which refuses to
part. I thought thee The Rembrandt
of my art; the rivers of Babylon
without mourn; I thought we
would complete the scriptures. But
instead, here I sit upon Robben
Island, intellectually romantic,
quixotic over a goddess I can
never touch. How do I outwit
fate? How do I resurrect the
archives of our mysticism?
How do I become the tenets of
thy life? I’m but a fantast! Tell
me I can love again! Tell me I
haven’t loved in vain! Split me
and thus paint away the darkness.
Turn us into the poetries of William
Blake. | |
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Posted: 6/29/2008 2:46:39 PM | Perspective Gained
At times life becomes such a monolopy
of frustrating emotions that brings strife
our world is spinning this way and that
we step back in retreat from this life
in hopes of gaining perspective
through silence with introvertion this is found
days may turn into months passing
until again beneath our feet we can appreciate solid ground
when witness do we again a calling bird from a tree
our eyes which were foggy now again see a welcoming light
find have we that place of serenity
our world most profoundly spins right
time alone is needed
perspective in life is crucial to co-exist on this human plane
insight into oneself is truly monumental
in resuming into a healthy participant in this life's game.
Very happy to hear Joshua that you are back on track , now of placing your profound, spiritual poetry upon pages I sincerely ask that of this you do not slack. All the best my friend. | |
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Posted: 6/29/2008 11:29:26 PM | Naive,
the beauty of Blake is revealed as we peel our own onion of understanding
leading the demons of our desires into virtue without the cowardice of pure abstention walling us away from our bodies pretending spirit will not shrivel without succor.. there are no saints just survivors .. no sinners - just the blind circling their own graves waiting for chance to guide their feet.. heads forgotten ..minds closed | |
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Posted: 6/30/2008 1:42:25 PM | i thank you Wabbitt. the journey is the greatest part.
transcend... a great deal of truth was delivered therein.
i thank you both. | |
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Posted: 6/30/2008 8:20:49 PM | falling out of the rabbit hole
bouncing up the stairs
driving backwards through time
which is a better place
now or there
journey again
redirected into the out of
transforming
transporting
chameleon changling
lightbender warriors
meeting unaware
eyes closing to feel...
the reach the air | |
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Posted: 7/2/2008 10:48:44 AM | ^ i thank you for beautifying the thread.
i love the read. | |
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Posted: 7/3/2008 9:09:47 AM | nice work Juju
reminded me of the meerkats
having to risk your face to see
can't see a .223
are we that removed from fear of fang and claw
that the past in the grasslands ,with lions roar
jackals laughing at our weakness
giving our ancestors the choice of past or future
which would they take? | |
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Posted: 7/3/2008 9:26:21 AM | just read post #1441....again....a most awesome write......yanno, i stop through here alot and read your words....and leave without saying a word b/c i figure one such of yourself is probably aware of how genuine and raw your thoughts and words are.......and probably aware of how much you are admired ....
but my guess is that you
wouldn't mind hearing it too
thank you for your presence......and this place where all are free to be | |
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Posted: 7/3/2008 11:26:38 AM | transcend.... i thank you for placing here a marvelous muse.
ash i am... you are most kind. but i think that every writer/poet would agree, we never know for sure that what we create will be appreciated by others. thus, i thank you for speaking of how you feel. it brings me great comfort. | |
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Posted: 7/3/2008 6:07:22 PM | #1441
Rare to see someone take the many doctrines, philosophical views, and blend them to a single perspective, a journey of self identification if you will.
A great write ~J~
I am intrigued of the creative process your mind was working when this was *exposed* to you yet at the same time just glad it was, read it four times so far.
Very intricate, hats off.
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