| .Expression
Posted: 7/27/2008 7:00:06 PM | | Beautiful NW! Just beautiful...very powerful! | |
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| Compassion
Posted: 7/27/2008 7:02:03 PM | Be still
let me hold you
drive the pain to
another day
when the strength
will give the power
to see
to cope
to mend
come here to me
the part of me
that's my best friend.
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| Compassion
Posted: 7/27/2008 7:05:26 PM | i love you both.
and i thank you. | |
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| Compassion
Posted: 7/31/2008 7:10:13 AM | I only read a few posts back
but it's always a moving through
a moving through opinions past
and deep appreciation for people who
will dare to question the intent
of our original being
jesyka...
I Saw God was...
Brilliant
and I've read it thrice
Question God with a Vengance!
and roll a humble prophets dice...
statueman | |
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| Compassion
Posted: 7/31/2008 7:30:24 AM | How one poem inspires another
sister and brother
NaiveandWitty
who first to do no harm
has brought the solace of confession
and a specific/general honesty
and put it on a table of light
and open hidden doors of the soul
That's me...
That's right!
my soul can no longer win
that fight to stay hidden
and in the dark
I am exposed and undone
but now to LIVE!
and if able...
to overcome
and use the gift that overcometh fear
love of original being
innocent
right now
right here | |
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| Compassion
Posted: 7/31/2008 9:29:30 AM | Hey J- i loved 1475...wanted to respond but gotta run  | |
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| Compassion
Posted: 8/1/2008 3:55:58 PM | i thank you. i thank you both. i look to express more at times, but the truth is better.
in love, naive. | |
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| .Expression
Posted: 8/5/2008 9:24:38 AM | universal-illusion-agent unveiled
....here…
within cognition/ deep within
noetic skies/ within that vault of
inseparability/ I have become,
indistinct energies
….here…
the eyes gloss/ but
not of mental agony
but sheer awaken-ness/
transcendental connectedness
….here…
alchemic undulations revolutionize
spirit/ no more recluse into caves/
in rumination I need only wend
beyond self, beyond schisms. | |
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| Reality
Posted: 8/13/2008 1:25:57 PM | out of mirth and laughter
tears suddenly erupted.
years have grown gravid.
Self-denial has grown intrusive.
thoughts uttered forth:
“‘I will be heard.’”
and in silence
spectators gawked as she crumbled.
years have grown gravid.
mind has proven itself paradoxical.
Such a great ally!
Such a great betrayer of itself!
father held her tightly.
as she screamed and
wailed unto
the intrusiveness of Self-Denial.
“‘where is an exit’” she cried.
the pause was hard. then
subnuclear particles escaped the
Sublime: “‘get a grip.’”
such impassivity!
such disregard!
“‘feel my agony’” she cried.
the pause was hard.
to witness what can’t be seen.
one is not aloud to break down.
the signs may be ever present.
yet to lose control is transgression.
sirens debuted the medics.
she screamed.
begging to be let go.
Justification for the need of restraints.
the family watched in dismay.
no stranger to it all my eyes glossed.
as when one vigils an insane
person prophesying upon bare feet. | |
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| Adrift
Posted: 8/16/2008 6:29:17 PM | Deep within my being the anger still simmers
twisting and turning, looking to escape
it tunnels through my self esteem
looks for an exit through my very soul
I am trying to ignore the memories and pain
the photographs singed in my mind
the words written in deceit
the unbearable loss of a life ended before it had begun
What twisted logic inside you
decided that one heart could be sacrificed
why did you listen to the voices that raged around you
clouding your judgment, inciting you to acts of betrayal
They laughed in the face of our existence
taking what was once ours for their own amusement
and the darkness gained entrance to my soul
I walked away from you only after
left you to the vultures that circled over you
but tearstained and broken you begged me
week after week as your tears flowed
and finally I forgave as you knelt before me
as you promised to heal me completely
But, slowly it festers eating away at our destiny
every time I turn my back
it starts creeping up on me
trying to drag me back down in to the mire
With every sun kissed breath on my heart
every expression of love, desire
subtly it creeps in between us
mocking me for leaving myself open
Trying to push us ever so slowly apart
inch by inch dark thoughts seep inside
and I battle to keep our dreams from shattering
I'm still showing a smiling face to the crowd
mask painted on with a heavy hand kept in place by hope
that one day it will be a natural expression of my heart
and all the crimson rage, the toxins inside me
will crawl back in to the dark
exiting from my body
taking their cold, clinging hands
leaving me with my soul
leaving us to each other
Their voices are silenced now, locked out
and I wait for the darkness to recede
for that which was once beautiful to blossom again
but in their wake lays a fractured spirit
and we cling to each other
holding on to the realities of our life
having to believe that time is indeed the healer
Always through the pain
I cling to hope
To faith
To memories
Namaste...
~M~ | |
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| Adrift
Posted: 8/17/2008 12:58:59 PM | Namaste! My dear friend. I feel pleased that you have placed this most profound expression here.
I'm glad to see that you are still composing. | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 8/18/2008 8:30:34 PM | I am an altruist herbivore so I have no malevolent desires that need to be repressed, of course as a biological organism I should have the right to express as a natural mammal should, rejoicing in the sun, and lucky am I to sometimes live in Vancouver or Whistler where we have nude beaches, and once a year I can bike naked dt or protest with PETA, but what if it were not so that 'all men are born free but everywhere in chains', what if I woke up one day and ran naked down Robson and Denman then found Bacchic rites at English Bay, and got ravished by a horde of drunken women, except for the cannibalism, make that horde of homo sapien amore, lots of grapes and no dead cows, ok lets work it.....
Mother breathe deep and swell your waters
inhale the robots that have hammerd men
like nails into the earth buried and dead
forgotten from the light
digested like food and made into dark works
that hurt your children and rape the land
monsters of death and destruction
a garden has burned into chaos and hunger,
Mother breathe deep to fill your lungs
and clear the sky
so the sun can nurture
the broken orphan seeds
Mother breathe
and we shall walk naked and free | |
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| Sup[p]ressed
Posted: 8/20/2008 2:10:38 PM | Wherefore is one laughed
upon? Savants, and/or critical
skeptics, we intellectually
grimace, taking refuge within
subterranean smiles. | |
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| un Sup[p]ressed
Posted: 8/20/2008 2:26:50 PM | Alas!
via
series of samsara
we ponder:
the voyage is
pangfully mazelike!
given birth
to splintery mind-matter.
henceforward
nirvana is sought after;
namely, no
more than mantra excavation
no more than yogic libation
unto
another-yore
series of samsaric thwart! | |
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| un Sup[p]ressed
Posted: 8/20/2008 2:36:06 PM | and Lo
existential collapses
cathartic reconstruction
eternity's delirium fixes the paradox
would you live thereof?
blind and of contusion?
no
there breaths nature's conundrum
who to be?
who to love?
how to die
within.
.T. | |
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| un Sup[p]ressed
Posted: 8/20/2008 3:14:16 PM | there
at my bedroom entrance
stands a ghostlike contour.
the candle flickers.
hitherto
the heart has been incandescent
aflame wit spirit-circuits.
thence
into measureless mind
I delve; multicolored woman of
origin: I need more secrets.
but a riddle to some!
but others have been touched;
by something that supersedes
doctrine; by something much worthy
of seeking.
unto my ancestors, (much more
profound than animism), I ask
for more; notwithstanding, the
thirst shall never be quenched.
the ghostlike contour raises
the candle; wafting it over
yonder. I approach, reaching
out for the secret; thus
embodied in visions.
I shall again pray for
souls in purgatory:
‘also pray for mother.’
unto to the House of Heaven
deep within the heart
wend me into the bowls of death
whereby I may alleviate pains
let not any of our kingdoms perish
let not Hades laugh in flames
give peace of spirit to the fallen
grant a vision to engulf the soulmind
of those shackled in fiery chains
lest the almighty mystery destroy
the works of thy very utterance | |
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| un Sup[p]ressed
Posted: 8/20/2008 3:35:13 PM | Yes but.
By thy very utterances
should arise even such momentary
glimpse to the raven soul
upon limp wing of deflamed synapse
should mind so derail by concentrated delusion?
lo
I am weak by two spent years 'neath sinai
answers beget by stone
man
as a whole
fades and falters
becomes the delusionary
buffoon
left to list upon
the sands recognition
..T.. | |
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| un Sup[p]ressed
Posted: 8/20/2008 4:00:26 PM | spirit undulations
inflame betwixt us
the stars have disappeared
within currents that infuse the
spirit pulse
there
we see via concave mirrors
of the soul
this is our lot!
are we not affected!
destined to walk in flesh!
more than dictums!
more than fancy!
beyond completed recognition!
yet
we have
embraced thrice!
more than bards
something dragonlike
yet angelic and cold
captured in Revelation
raging over Genesis
were we not first deceived?
the eyes but water
but the floods are blocked
what we have become
did we choice this!
notwithstanding
the defraud of choice
just as loyal as Michael
just as sacred as Logos
we follow the set course
forgetting the many deaths
yet given glimpses of time
before the pseudo-measurements
where all wast never serene
but turbulent and treasured
before the great infection
and this is where I attempt
to rest unto Armageddon | |
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| un Sup[p]ressed
Posted: 9/2/2008 10:35:13 PM | (The Ghetto)
In the achromatic projects,
Somewhere yonder the
Forgotten people, here,
Heaps of trash Just festers
In the park. Here, there are
No lotus flowers! And
Enlightenment, nirvana,
Freedom from the slums,
This is not our reality!
I’m a child here;
Rummaging freely through
The neighborhood’s abandoned
Buildings here; here, where the
Echoes of Gregorian Chant are
Foreign, abstract to the ears of
Impoverished children.
Here, whereupon broken glass
Lay open hope-filled bibles
Which speak upon miracles,
Promises, and the freedom of a
Heavy laden people from the
Great Diaspora.
Yes, here, the bible is open as
Mother leaps from the fifth floor
With her new born baby gripped in
Her screaming palms, headed for the
Pavement of the projects; here, the
Revolving memorial; where one
Candle burns until the flame
Is quenched! | |
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| un Sup[p]ressed
Posted: 9/2/2008 10:36:31 PM | (Forever Seeking Trapped in the Ghetto)
Exhumed from my decadent cabinet in the woods
I sought out fervidly the last saint to ever
Afresh the earth. In awakened spirit, I heard the
Ascetic wails, unutterable tales: I met the face
Of hell.
Nicotine tainted prayers
Lost in wrecked nerves, breaking out
In hives, eczema inflamed arms
And scars that assault the gods!
But still the ashes besprinkle the mind
With peace: howbeit she was my needled
Filled vein? I loved her in the core of
Her darkness; even unto her bed made
In the farrow, where pigs find comfort
In sludge.
Benumbed, trekking upon aporetic mazes,
I find mother’s soul afflicted by dementia.
I’m too young to find father and the rail
Road tracks are far too dangerous in the night.
Through the alleys I trotted, mental spotted
Allotted the Ararat inheritance; but still thirsty
For a fountain that no longer lingers along side
The purities of confusion: this is my paradox. | |
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| un Sup[p]ressed
Posted: 9/3/2008 10:25:58 AM | a stroke at 10
a stroke of strife
a stroke of the pen
the stroke of my life
every bit of knowledge I could attain
awakened from this sleepless state
to find a brain
with momentary capacity for learning
and lifetime capacity for yearning
for more
the double-edged sword sliced my head in half
in the purity and confusion
soaked in a blood bath
feet up on the tub
the scrubbing stopped long ago
a candle lit
sit and soak
and wonder what exactly I know
a beacon for others
a light within the dark
the story of the experience
would create a lifetime of sparks
the torrential rains had poured
and eventually broke the levee
I'm trudging through the sludge
but this cross is getting heavy | |
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| un Sup[p]ressed
Posted: 9/3/2008 12:22:36 PM | there the twilight fears
and many sup[p]ressed tears
all I thought I knew
all those wasted years
what did I do
to be so blackbrownwhitered and blue?
trumpet solo here
thank you Satchmo
tensed up the proletariat of doctrinal bereft-ness
taking their ques from political incorrect-ness
and loose the bonds of that other cheek
profane the wise and despise the meek
what are we gonna do
to stop being so hypothetically imperfect and blue?
I'm right... inside... but that don't help my case
Cause I... Can't hide... the expression on my faaaccceee
boss su see su see sha sha sha shaaaaaaa | |
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| un Sup[p]ressed
Posted: 9/3/2008 7:27:48 PM | And ...
It becomes louder and louder,
disjointed anomalies of quiet noise
hissing in the back of your ear,
you try to hide from the sound,
but it follows,
always following until all you hear is
the clicking and the buzzing
until you’re insane.
The noise is ceaseless
even when you pound on your ears,
the blood flowing in painful rivers of red,
it keeps careening, softly tickling inside your head
it echoes on and on until you want to beg for mercy,
beg for silence, beg for it all to end.
Only it doesn’t end
it never ends
it only lessens as the days wear on,
as the moon wanes in the black sky
until his face is no longer visible.
I use to think everyone was like me,
that everyone could taste the scent of the wild
as I've grown wiser; I learned
I am an abnormality
Perhaps I am less than human
though I can think
and I can feel
God how I wish I couldn’t feel
sometimes this life hurts too much
the pain is unbearable
almost as bad as the constant noise ringing in my head.
I want to beat it out
wish I had the strength to tune it out
to be normal
God I would give anything to be normal
to just be
to love
like other women love
to feel the warmth of a lovers flesh pressed to mine
my body swaying and surrendering under his
wrapping around him in warm tight softness.
I almost had that once
he was an Adonis
glorious beyond compare
compassionate and kind
he captured my soul
didn’t care that I was less than human
didn’t care that I changed into…
what I become
he could push the noise away
push away the sensory overload
until there was nothing but him
the scent of his hot skin
his breath brushing against my face
but he was not for me
no one is truly for me.
I am profane
flesh and bone that twists and changes
until my mind is overrun with the sounds
clicking and clacking in my ears
and I am gone
lost and alone
always alone
tortured and tormented
by what I’ve become...
~M~ | |
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| un Sup[p]ressed
Posted: 9/6/2008 3:31:34 PM | demur whispers
relinquish thoughts of
despondency
honor in trust
secure
proclamation justified
viewed by a
projector of
elements
understood is
the creative
original
illuminating
its right
to assimulate
the dance
a sea of music
drifts through
lullaby sighs
as a mockingbird
sings
free at last...
Namaste...
~M~ | |
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