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Posted: 9/30/2008 5:04:41 PM | (What are We Left With!)
Once again in soreness,
I thought of the mediocre.
In that space, all is serene.
I have no place there.
Madness must be decoded.
Have you not felt the numbness?
All is chaotic.
Acquiescence is but an ideal dumbness.
The nations slowly crumble.
Do you know what’s certain?
I search for this;
Consumed by the disenchantment.
Someone should feel ashamed!
What have you been left to hold?
The puppeteer has befuddled us! But
We look forward to the puppetry.
Segue with me.
Inhume the mind in divestment.
It’s not so hermetic that only
The puppeteer hath the answers.
There are no answers. Are there?
Fanatically staunch, I advocated
The false. I was gravid with scripture.
Every mental image was pictured
In blindness. We had captured, God!
It is no more than a mystic afflatus.
I’m whelmed in undulations.
We are ascetic unto abation.
Damaged by academic inquiry!
Was it the break of us? | |
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Posted: 10/1/2008 4:14:32 AM | (what we do create)
universal beauty
flowing so sweetly
until ego arises
rearing ugly head
phoenix with attitude
wanting world to revolve
'round HER
HER-will run riot
outta balance, outta whack
outta mind, outta time
searching forever searching
to be filled | |
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Posted: 10/2/2008 6:17:36 AM | | i love this one^^^. especially considering the last few days. | |
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Posted: 10/2/2008 6:17:57 AM | [Sensuous Woman]
In and through man’s bones,
She moves with no mercy;
Touching within the soul’s catacombs.
She has become man’s perdition.
Dare ye insult the goddess!
Dare ye touch not her flushed flesh!
The sky shall crack in half
As God rains upon man death!
In silence man prays for redemption.
She smiles as if she has kidnapped man’s heart:
Teary eyed in spirit crumbling in mid-thought;
Walking through the seas, rift apart!
Dance upon a cloud and fall now.
Hopefully the fowls will beckon God
On thy behalf;
Before her passions drive the mind macabre:
Before the sun collapses;
Before the moon touches the ocean;
Before the demons shift heaven;
Before man becomes captured:
Demented in motion! | |
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Posted: 10/2/2008 9:24:29 PM | {When to advance, when to withdraw}
If not for energy, existence
Would not be; and though
My smiles are heavy, my
Warmth and compassion voyage
Thus penetrating the heart-
Chakra.
As I compose, she is
Within my mind’s grasp; alembic
She is: utter rejuvenation of spirit!
With ease she picklocks the
Diagrams of man’s mind.
I oft and again wonder:
How does a woman as
Only Yahweh should,
Penetrate the grottos of
Man’s temporal lobes?
Intuitive frequencies link
Us. We sit at a distance
Wondering: Why is it that
With a stranger, I feel so
Alive? Notwithstanding
The absence of verbal dialect.
Even energy possesses a
Double language!
I would pursue; but we are
Far too chained to complacency!
There is security in what’s
Familiar. Here, albeit excitement
Is absent, we are emboldened
By the stronghold we have
Over our partner’s psyche! The
Unfamiliar has proven itself
Dangerous; notwithstanding its
Life giving force.
Again, images of her waft
Through the occipital lobes. I
Can feel the trumpet blast of
Vibrations. I remember I am a
Poet; thus, as the artisan, I am
Subject to the abuse of the
Many matrixes of the soul.
How do I disrobe the psyche?
How do I deliver the motive
Effectively—in the most cryptic
Of Dialects possible? How do I
Make her whisper, despite the
Berlin Wall ere her soul? How
Do I convert an harmless
Statement, into an numinous
Enrapture of the psyches. | |
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Posted: 10/2/2008 9:26:45 PM | {Within the chakra trance}
Beneath mental seas,
We were seagirted within; walking
The swampy marshlands: we
Feared woe, we feared sin!
Within psychic caves, hidden
Compartments of the mind, I
In silence read the inscriptions of
Stigmata: impressions I can’t
Erase, her mind I can’t release.
Ceremoniously locked in trance,
We became the mystic Sufi: to
A cryptic pulsation, we melted into
The waves, we danced with apparitions.
Anchor us to the center; where we can
Drop atop the bottom of rumination;
Where we become intensity, afloat
The sidereal mind: the fluidity of
The wet winds. | |
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Posted: 10/3/2008 8:54:04 PM | I made love to an angel)
Shall I take initiative?
Shall I pursue flesh?
My heart jumped betwixt the thought!
‘Undress her gently; for
her flesh is holy!
ravish her not;
for her mind is holy!’
Angels,
they bless the union.
Lust is at a distance.
To be deep in her holy womb;
I’m consumed by her holy womb.
My thoughts change.
I want emphatically to love her.
Intensity comes in waves.
I’m driven
To taste the womb!
Her odor is enthralling.
Her moisture is fluid.
She takes me to madness.
Tears suddenly fall.
Walls tighten.
Our bodies shiver.
Her womb convulses.
Her claws are in my flesh.
She has become something foreign.
We transform into ecstasy.
The spasms are frightening!
Our bodies pulsate as one.
We become energy.
We become wild.
‘Grip me ever so tightly’.
In midst the third release,
She collapsed ever so violently.
She screamed:
What have I done!
What have I done!
The sun is rising!
Thus, she disappeared
Into heaven! | |
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Posted: 10/3/2008 8:59:04 PM | With this bible gripped in hand)
In the church attic
I stand; with this
Bible gripped in hand;
Driven to the floor;
What hath become of me?
The nest is no more;
I am but a bird forced to fly.
Tears I hath not.
Fears I hath not.
Cheers I hath not.
Years I hath many.
The sum is love.
And the jackal is out of laughs.
And though it’s wrong,
I hate him to the bloody bone.
Yes, I know the sum of love;
But in the church attic I stand;
Bible in hand,
Driven to the floor
In my priestly garments!
But what do I confess!
How do I unchain the self!
How do I believe I’m living?
The nest is no more.
I am but a bird forced to fly.
Tears I hath not.
Fears I hath not.
Cheers I hath not.
Years I hath many.
Sitting in this attic;
Rocking gently
On the floor;
Gripping this Bible
Tightly in my hand. | |
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Posted: 10/3/2008 9:25:30 PM | the sweetest soul
sharing truth
pain and sorrow
love and lust
words that ache
when read silently
words that cry
when read aloud
words that cut
deeper than
i want to share
words that speak
the softest care
a soul so gentle
a soul so bright
please guide my soul
in this darkest night | |
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Posted: 10/4/2008 7:01:29 PM | | a truly perfected work of art. i thank you for placing it here. | |
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Posted: 10/4/2008 7:05:21 PM | About seven years ago,
A godly spirit held me tightly...
An ethereal entity, kissed me upon the lips….
I can’t articulate it in words…
but I once watched a Bible open itself,
flipping the pages rapidly!
I can’t explain it in words… but Truth leaps inside
of us.
I can’t explain it in words…
but I can see intentions before they take form.
I can’t articulate it in words…
but in the still calm… I can hear the voice of God.
I can’t articulate it in words…
but each day at a certain unbeknownst time,
an angelic being is incandescent in my chest.
I can’t articulate it in words…
but I’ve warred against demons
oft-and-again… I’ve lost my mind… oft-and-again!
I can’t articulate it in words, but I’ve disappeared
oft-and-again! | |
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Posted: 10/4/2008 7:12:03 PM | | speaking of transcendant??? lovely...just lovely..... i have a funny feelings those angels are there every minute of every day..... they whispered these words to you and you became one with them...oft and again! | |
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Posted: 10/5/2008 6:38:28 PM | Beautiful Scar]
You are my mosaic wisdom
The art of the Shunga, my in drumming Satori
The soothing calm, rescuing me from purgatory
The burning of a loving palm, driving me blurry
Surreally make love to me
Convert me during the pulsating agony
We have transcended into stark madness
In my mind resides sleeping sadness
You are my gestalt envisioned montage
I am weightless and faint in thy womb
Permanently enslaved in thy soul, shaking therein
You are to me the sacred celestial manna
My paradox, my enriching ambivalence
My too distant star, my indelible scar | |
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Posted: 10/5/2008 6:39:37 PM | | i thank you, SS. | |
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Posted: 10/5/2008 8:54:53 PM | once
my desire
wanted to come
inside his desire
dissolving
into his every line
every breath
every pulse
unwrapping him
fusing him
to my very bone
our love a sweet tone
unending
it is after the fact now
and i am
just the
lost
chord
that
still
unravels
in
dissonance
p.s. thank you sweetie.... you do bring out the broken pieces of me, you do. you really do. | |
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Posted: 10/7/2008 4:41:56 PM | | and i thank you! i truly do! | |
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Posted: 10/7/2008 4:42:23 PM | Diatribe from God]
God Speaks—Om—
from heart the Upanishads—Om—
I’ve come!
I AM the Veda of
existence; I give unto thee light;
I give unto thee breath!
I AM the first to blossom out
of darkness. I was first
benighted with splinters;
but unalienable rights were
bestowed upon me.
I AM
the glorification of the gods;
I AM the Bhagavad Gita’s
Secret; I AM the holy bible;
I AM God, enigmatic, vault
of the heavens.
Tell of an
adventure, where I AM is not
present. It is impossible!
I AM all,
in all, through all:
connector of all molecules,
particles of illumination,
father of Satan!
I AM the
unpaved streets lurking in
the shadows. I AM the chains
rattling upon thy ghost. I AM
the banshee in thy attic:
impetus of thy last thought,
which bankrupt thy mind.
I AM
Bethlehem: fall and rise
of the son of man. I AM the very
sword which pierced through my very
Soul. I AM the hearts which wax
strong in spirit. Tell of an
adventure, where I Am is not present.
The rosemary I was there to
pray to. I appeared to Moses.
I granted Joshua the consecration
To kill. I love the murderer:
The sinner was my first creation.
The moon was but a thought.
Jesus was but a dream.
Buddha was but a vision; and
Zoroaster was but me in
the Flesh. Tell of an adventure,
Where I AM is not present.
I AM
the wiccan; the root of the book
of shadows; the reason the wizard
sees. I was eyewitness to the fall
of man. I put in motion that
very fall. I AM Mary, the
father Messiah. I AM everything! | |
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Posted: 10/15/2008 9:18:30 PM | Avidya)
O sylph, woman of sepia complexion.
The night is quixotic with you there in grace’s
Light. But I’ve been mulct of my ability to speak.
I have the symptoms of aphasia in thy presence;
Due to thy very Being.
I’m blind with the fear of thy sexuality.
I feel as if but a child. So
Hermetic is Sophia’s passion, that I wish
To die therein. I wish desperately to feel thy
Ethereal womb: thy mantic spirit. Whelmed in
The magic of thy tantalizing utterance, I float as
If struck by Ezekiel’s vision. Daresay I that you
Wheedle the masses knowingly. The sonic squalls
Flutter into spirit’s ears thy lotic black magic. Megrims
Are but a distant vibration. You alleviate the troubled
Weather. Quasi-insane I must be: delivering to the
Unknown concupiscent prayers in hope of bewitching
Thy heart. It’s all a nightmare to me: to thirst and crave
For the unmanifest vision. Who will unlock me from this
Daymare? where I’m febrile to meet the woman of
My solemn imagination. I walk the streets for thou blindly;
Searching the hovels of God to no avail. My countenance is
Hagridden. My colleagues bestow upon me the heartless
Guffaw. They deride me in derision. I’m but a fool
Chasing for a fool’s paradise in their eyes. In tongues I
But rebuke the devil. Deliberately disconsolate if I can
But touch thy realization. I pay penance for a sin I have
Yet committed; ambulating to and fro through the
Nocturnal sublime. How do you contain such poise? You,
The nascence of my outré mania. It’s a phrenic maze that
I perish within: this brilliantly colorful melancholy.
Even the synod hath deemed me but unfit to bespeak my
Adoration for thee: a wraith, a phantom, the apparition
Of my wistful heart. Leave me not in angst’s Bastille.
Forsake me not to the concourse of a verboten thirst. Beguile
The gods and come to me my Achilles’ heel. Or else I
Sit atwitter; seeking what’s fleeting of the King’s bordello:
Crestfallen in the cul-de-sac of this blackdamp. | |
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Posted: 10/15/2008 11:08:16 PM |
In tongues I
But rebuke the devil. Deliberately disconsolate if I can
But touch thy realization. I pay penance for a sin I have
Yet committed; ambulating to and fro through the
Nocturnal sublime
Ah, Joshua ... you write for so many of us! Thank you! | |
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Posted: 10/17/2008 7:48:53 AM | (Lover’s Dialogue and Triumph)
Linda: This is an early morning experience.
The days are still the same.
But we now feel wise:
Somewhat heavier:
Somewhat touched with pain.
Glenn: So many tangible wounds!
And so many intangible tears!
How do we shed those years away?
Linda: We love! We divest of our
Psyches the madness. Shed a tear with me!
Glenn: To make love to you is a blessing.
But to shed a tear with you
Would wreck what’s left of me!
Linda: Throughout the years you have
Run from yourself. You are a poet,
Trapped in a cage, hoping that a bird will sing for you!
Glenn: Revealing my sorrow, this is most
Unnerving! My spirit-mind quivers within such a
Thought! Though I may lay with you, my tears
I share with none.
Linda: And so deep within me, you have made
A home! Deep within me, you have planted a seed!
But deep within me, you are unable to share a tear?
Glenn: I am but a frightened carcass of breath.
You possess of me all that I may give.
Why must you intrude!
Encroach not upon the fields of my sorrow!
Linda: Possessing powers yet unknown, to release the tears!
You could become so much more!
Learn to love in the main!
Glenn: You have placed me in the
Most trying of crucibles! You have robbed me of my lotus.
I am now without the mystique.
Necked I came into this darkness! And necked I shall leave without!
Linda: You are an “Autumn Storm,” so precious to me!
Let me drink of thy tears.
Let me feel all of you.
Though so deep within me, we art millenniums apart.
Glenn: I feel defeated!
If I could but reverse 5 Moons ago!
I would reverse what I now know.
Notwithstanding there are no guarantees.
But if I was magic, 5 moons ago, time would but freeze.
Linda: I rhythm within what we have blessed;
For we shall love again; and
Amidst the clouds, my forgiving sin.
Yet in the heart of this furnace, I hear thy “voice in the wind”;
And I love you dearly; and I thank you for allowing me to see clearly:
My forever present heart! My friend! My forgiving sin!
Glenn: You speak of the unseen as if vividly present.
To Never share tears again!
I love you! | |
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Posted: 10/17/2008 7:49:51 AM | | i thank you, Yokoh. | |
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Posted: 10/17/2008 7:53:55 AM | ~~Blankened Stare...~~
Leaving behind a piece of me..
to throw the past away and be truely free..
to set in turn the pain instilled visually..
to never agian cry due to bloodstained misery...
I have walked and walked upon the sands...
with calloused feet and numbness of hands...
echoing in the distance of my own silent band...
I wlk amongst shadows that will, upon me, never demand...
for on my own two feet I continue to stand...
I have loved and lost and loved once more..
willing yet again to try to find the one I adore..
that melts my senses to the internal core..
into the soul of me with nakedness upon the floor....
Yet standing alone and walking the same silent way....
I will wander aimlessly thruout the warming of day..
never to give up on my heart calming the sway...
Love shall find me somehow ..soemwhere..someday...
I shall not falter on this..I shall not stray...
yet i will await patiently for the seaming of the tear....
I will not find less than what my mind knows is there...
out in this world he is there...somewhere...
waiting for me too....
.....As I walk into the darkness......
........alone....
............with but My Own Blankened Stare......
~~Lisa Anne | |
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Posted: 10/25/2008 10:11:50 PM | long time no read. when you stop through here, i am left thinking. ^^^^
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Posted: 10/25/2008 10:12:56 PM | [Virginity Lost]
Sixteen years of age I am.
This rollercoaster within me is illusion.
My moves are naïve.
I’m a novice at this, this so called love.
Lynda assertively presses against me.
Lynda isn’t at all shy.
But Lynda is naïve also.
Therefore to Lynda, copulation is equivalent to love.
Lynda misconstrues my novitiate state
As an indication of disenchant for this moment.
With gentle words I assuage those fears.
Should I now confess my virginity!
An awkward moment indeed!
Lynda assumes control.
This rollercoaster is no longer illusion.
I am disillusioned. Disillusioned indeed!
Lynda’s rhythm was disjunct.
In retrospect I now fathom, that was the state of Lynda’s mind.
Eruptions settled, the moment became still, & reality came rushing in.
Therein that moment, sin laid claims to my flesh.
This war I’ve been warring ever since;
Frightened to confess that I’m still a novice.
That rollercoaster was not illusion.
And I’m still naïve, naïve about this so called love. | |
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Posted: 10/25/2008 10:13:32 PM | [Lost Love]
Exist as me for one second
Love as me for one second
Die with me for one second
Efface that of you for one second
Touch my deep vulnerability, if only for one second
Now tell me you hate me | |
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