| dimensional diving
Posted: 9/9/2008 12:16:37 AM | familiar feel of knife in hands of cold to hot
when will fills the need
you look at me like everything you know
screams Im evil
maybe everything you know isnt all there is
maybe thats the lesson
I teach
You think you understand how you came to be
a story told until you think it must be so
I won't argue
any way to organize the void must lead somewhere
or else be little more than air
in a vacuum,
does it work?
Is the peace you gain by donning sheeps clothing
worth losing your mind?
or have you embraced the shepherds part
of the 3 things done to a flock
which fits your persona
fore or aft
if you get a choice
theres more to everything than just one thing
but focus makes it real
enough to hold it close
inside and out
all for one
too bad..
wrong one | |
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| dimensional diving
Posted: 9/11/2008 11:03:54 PM | culture born of circumstance, a living link to wisdom past
so short the years we lived , so many before we noticed last
writing down the other side of mixed and many stories
passed from mouth to ear, well seasoned further glories
conflicts condensed by code of confessor , the rules reveal
never now, only later, what reason drives a reason to conceal
a mystery , a taste of poppies pleasure
mixture motivated by the constant need to measure
growth comes from sun and season, smaller strides for year to year
larger movement masked in motion, rooted out by those who fear
slowly seeking a society's soul that doesn't cost us ours
from hive to haven we vacillate unsure of rightful powers
do we expect to stumble thru , the diamond in our hand
or vanish into vaguery .... the dinosaur of man | |
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| dimensional diving
Posted: 9/18/2008 4:00:40 PM | | It truly has felt good just to read and attempt to think not. But this too has proven itself fleeting. But I thank you each for giving to me new dimensions to escape within. Though it was only for a moment! | |
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| dimensional diving
Posted: 9/18/2008 4:57:36 PM | (Just Streaming)
All he has are thoughts.
Thoughts much more of desire!
The eyes gloss… tears swelling
Within the abdomen! but drops
Not a-fall. Just thoughts of losing…
The intensity of that lose, it could
Not pass. But
Only a coward would panic!
And only a novice would
Beg. (Has the poet said
Nothing!) An arrant soul the
Bard is. He has spoken
Nothing of the lust. And Why! Why
Is she forever present in
Vision? She was fleeting; fleeting
As the wind! yes!
But thoughts cross currencies!
‘I do not trust You.’
Where does one blossom
There-from! It is an infection!
Is it not? But she’s a minx!
How does she not know
This? — During a lecture, though
The class was blind, she
Expressed pain, the ocean
Of her agony. (No longer
Athirst for freedom!). But still
A-thought—afloat a mental
Image. ‘I trust you not.’ But
A ripplet of vibration ingresses
The heart-chakra. It beats!
The vault was trespassed! And
Why doth it remain secret?
Doth he ever utter such
Things? A rare attraction, fatidic
In us! Yet, are you
Happy, or still fraught wit
Periodic intensities of heaviness?
Wilt it ever pass! I’ve uttered
Nothing. | |
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| dimensional diving
Posted: 9/18/2008 11:24:38 PM | well, for what it's worth.....I trust you.... | |
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| desire
Posted: 9/20/2008 8:53:39 PM | she smiled
he returned the
compliment
they touched
not in physical
terms
but with words
far more tender
than the caress
of each others hands
she laughed
he laughed with her
a melody so sweet
birds cried in defeat
for even they
could not match
this melodic sound
of spirits connecting
in time and space
she cried
he held her close
whispering fears
previously hidden
in his depths
he cried
she gathered
him close
and together
they sat in the peace
that silence brings
to hearts overflowing
with truth and love
she looked
into his eyes
he gaxed back
longing expressed
in hungry eyes
clarity and oneness
beckoned them closer
dare they
take the next step
they leant ever closer
till lips brushed lips
soft as a feather
tingles raced
down their spines
they had at last tasted
each others desires
and the fragrant
mingling of a scent
unknown till now
hearts pounding
beating together
quickening pulse
racing with need
there was no way back
they touched each other
pleasure enticed them
to further explore
this new liason
of feelings
coursing through
their very beings
with frenzied emotion
they came together
their need was
so powerful
as they climbed
the heights
and depths of passion
cries in the night
as they peaked
and they shuddered
then lay back in wonder
at what they had discovered
two souls in time
forever
now united
not by tangible means
but by utter delight
soon they will part
to travel lifes pathways
but something was born
that day
that would link them
for all eternity | |
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| desire
Posted: 9/20/2008 9:04:36 PM | hiya nw! I know its been much, much to long... I've missed your profound words... its strange but I almost feel like I've returned home... hope things are well for you! much love... Caly
just a lil something I thought might fit =)
do you know not
my wishes, my desires
do you not see the fire
that burns within my eyes
the smoldering flames
that you've brought to life
then left unattended
cuts me like a knife
~Caly | |
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| desire
Posted: 9/23/2008 9:31:23 AM | An alabaster life I live
swathed in red a wanton gift
abandoned are my shackled cries
close at hand side by side
a perilous journey to inner beauty
free from angst free from duty
open as a newborn sigh
no deception no hidden lies
here for all the world to see
my inner soul I bear for thee | |
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| desire
Posted: 9/23/2008 9:34:45 AM |
An alabaster life I live
swathed in red a wanton gift
abandoned are my shackled cries
close at hand side by side
a perilous journey to inner beauty
free from angst free from duty
open as a newborn sigh
no deception no hidden lies
here for all the world to see
my inner soul I bear for thee
There is something above all trusting? vulnerable? open-hearted about this! It is the expression of a woman who owns - or intends to own - her own destiny! Marvelous! | |
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| desire
Posted: 9/23/2008 11:54:14 AM | Deprofundis......
Thank you for expressing and freely sharing that which, most likely, all have experienced and having been there move onto something separate yet united.
Memories wash over me and cleanse the negativity that I also had to carry
To say I did not, or act as if I did not, is to be a liar
Each tangible moment connects in the force of two
Positive and negative together seeking to come to a true balance that acknowledges the force and power of each extreme
Washing the negative does not preclude the negative
It seeks to understand and unify the force of such
In so doing each force is recognizing and given its due
Ah..that balance could be so simple as the scale depicts
Still working on it! | |
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| desire
Posted: 9/23/2008 3:56:20 PM | | to come in here and read these most profound expressions, this i consider a blessing. i thank you... each of you... for what you bring to this thread. | |
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| Spectrums of Existence
Posted: 9/23/2008 4:26:17 PM | But a child he is; wishing
that all it would remain
an innocent heartbeat;
before deception infects, thus
disconnecting humanity. | |
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| Spectrums of Existence
Posted: 9/23/2008 8:42:03 PM | how true how true... i think it was freud who said that there is a distressing contrast between the radiant intelligence of a child and the feeble mentality of the average adult.
i try so hard to keep myself seeing
with the soul open eyes of a child
to easily find wonder and magic
to enthusiastically embrace the new
to lose my doubt and cynicism like
the autumn leaves on a tree
to believe in the sliding moon behind those clouds
knowing in my soul it will reappear again
children live within their certain knowledge
doubt little
question alot
live in two worlds
one heightened by observing the outward world
one composed of filaments of their inward world
and speak a language of faith
we adults have lost | |
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| Spectrums of Existence
Posted: 9/23/2008 9:39:21 PM | am craving
i eat
still hungry
i drink
still thirsty
i love
still lonely
lost all tranquility
desire comes from within
consumed by the nothingness of wanting | |
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| Spectrums of Existence
Posted: 9/23/2008 10:02:09 PM | | rosie, have you been taking a poetry class or sumthin'? you are absolutely brilliant lately!!!! | |
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| Spectrums of Existence
Posted: 9/24/2008 2:25:34 AM | If all were an innocent heartbeat,
If all were milk and honey,
If from Cana we fled Egypt and lived
Forever in exile under desert manna
Stars, and all falling stars framed and
Forgave us our fierce mortal natures,
If I hid in stature and svelte I retraced
Steps of pharoahs, prophets, if
Statues were us, if we sit center stage
Stargaze and actually see us, all
Peoples under cavernous stars, alas,
Watched, and watched as old souls
Grow deeper and deepest painted red
Blue what I now know about you and
Blind dust to life if I died in your arms
Tonight and between starlight and
Seagulls and ravens and meteor
Showers all existence slowed to a
Cross-fade, and inbetween coming
And going we slowed to that rhythem
Of infant heartbeat truly in step
With time. | |
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| Spectrums of Existence
Posted: 9/27/2008 7:18:06 AM | ~intimacy~
lying naked
sharing,baring
our
stories, dreams, desires
revealing
only fantasies
for i can see
reality
naked in bed
enough said
i drink in his passionate kiss | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 9/27/2008 6:38:41 PM | I love blue roses
I've never been given flowers a day in my life
I felt a pang in my chest after today when I watched my cousin get married to the woman he's crazy about and while the priest was talking, he took her hand that he was holding during the ceremony and kissed it. out of the blue. Such a simple thing and it hit me like a quill to the chest. Or the eyeball I dont know.
I believe today I have felt both Love and Envy at the same time. Because I'm so proud of him he's such a good man and he's blessed and I'm so happy for him and yet it's like watching your life flash before your eyes. or slapped in the face. But I'm still so proud of him and I wish them both good things always.
I just hope that I find someone who can randomly kiss my hand like that.
And for once know that I'm not to repulsive and unworthy of receiving blue roses.
That's it. Go ahead and laugh. bye
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 9/27/2008 8:08:56 PM | today
i can love you
completely, totally, fully
fall deeply into your soul...become.
but i cannot promise you
tomorrow
(hi there j...evidently i'm working thru something on your thread...thank you for providing a safe place...) | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 9/27/2008 10:53:29 PM | (Repenting for the sins of her last love)
Cleaning out the paining debris he left therein.
Our love became a chimerical reality.
The raging torrents of a new found love!
Engulfing us both whole and complete.
For a fortnight we were strangled by boiling love.
Enshrouded by our fervent rapture,
Was the hurting woman inwardly gasping for breath.
Overclouded by our fugacious joys,
The discernment of what is me was befogged.
Now beclouded in heart
I amble through the silent cemetery dreary;
Mentally enserfed by her pain. | |
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| Ethics and Supressed Desires...Feel free to Express
Posted: 9/27/2008 11:06:37 PM | (Sadomasochistic Love!)
Deep in her subterranean nature,
There deeply I enter.
The warmth of her love
Engulfing me partly…
I’m partly engulfed!
I thrust deeper to hurt her in passion.
She screams out god’s name.
I scream his name also.
She then begs me to abuse her.
Sadomasochistic is this love…
Thus I sexually abuse her.
I bite deeply into her neck…
She begs me to bite deeper…
For the first time…
I tasted the life giving blood! | |
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| desire
Posted: 9/30/2008 4:26:33 PM | (Desire)
so intense her beauty!
a never ending intensity…
beyond the physical!
and
i sit beside her; but only
in a thought. thus, i irrigate
the womb of my love…
within
thought of another woman!
into the mirror,
the gaze becomes
concentrated. i will
never exhume her. but
pine i for our communion!
the thought
of what never
will become! | |
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| life
Posted: 9/30/2008 4:57:12 PM | (Spoken)
Wisdom is coquettish…
The flirt of existence….
Looking back into that
Intellectual emptiness, we sat in
Nescience, cloyed by the human
Condition.
Mother was so naïve. She
Loved a carcass; that refused
To forsake breathing! What
Preciousness unto creation’s stupidity!
Father, hedonistic and selfish…
He marred the innocence of
The child. Witness the remnants!
Love is knavish; unto the passage
Of treachery; but alluring unto
The effacement of logic; in love,
We yearn to live.
Thoughts en-grow into the
Flesh. Man’s fears betray the
Soul… etching their presence
Within the countenance.
Doth life tether the mind, tether
The mind to madness? Doth man find
The self fettered, ‘till death, possessed
By the suggestion of escape?
No more than a neophyte at the
Start it infected us; leaving to us the
Moonish plight of Spirit. Still,
We meditate only unto passivity.
Tell “Truth”, refuge is but a myth!
How doth one accede to the breadth
Of death living within us! It’s the width of
Affliction unto the crestfallenness of
Job. The crassness of faith absurdified!
We died! But in consciousness, we
Spoke again. How doth this occur!
It’s alogical, theurgic, beyond the
Confines of the sentient mind.
But in motion, we’ve been mulct…
Defrauded of the quiddity of reason!
Existence fails to justify itself!
Yet in daftness, it must be justified!
Or otherwise we exist for naught.
Could this no more than bedevil the
Burning thought. ..
.......................Now
what happened? The escape was a
Delusion! We rethink again. But
The noetic lesion is now oozing…
Dripping into the psyche wounds…
Those that surpass healing! | |
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