|
|
|
|
|
| | Twenty Floors DownPage 78 of 86 (46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86) | Twenty Floors Down
I’m stepping twenty
Floors down, to land
Into a river, where spirit-
scars, prove to me the
Nature of love.
I’m stepping twenty
Floors down, that I
May prove the depth
Of my affection, to a
Mystery in the breeze.
Indeed, I’m stepping
Twenty floors down,
Begging forgiveness
For a blessing I was to
Young to cherish.
I’m stepping twenty
Floors down, to
Channel ancestors,
That I may decode the
Ultimate riddle.
I’m stepping twenty
Floors down, that I
May apologize to a
Precious jewel, for I
Affronted an angel.
I’m stepping twenty
Floors down, to denote
Humility dwelling in
My soul, as testament
To wisdom’s presence.
I’m stepping twenty
Floors down.
Naive | |
|
| Twenty Floors Down
Posted: 3/1/2012 6:45:23 PM | Unselfish Love
As love cascaded into
My spirit, I sorely wept,
For I gave her vinegar,
In return, she gave
Me divinity.
Solicitudes had gotten
The best of me, leaving
My mind cloudy, my soul
Splintered, and my being
Nearly without breath.
How do I repay divinity?—
For I am desperate to give
In return that, which was
Given unto me—for I am
Again in touch with my
Powers. I was drained—
Spiritually bankrupt, and
Unknowingly, she helped
To rebuild me.
How do I love such a
Woman unselfishly?—
Without desiring her for
Myself.
However, albeit pensive,
With a hint of melancholy,
I shall love her unselfishly,
Pouring into her spirit love
In abundance.
Naive | |
|
| Twenty Floors Down
Posted: 3/1/2012 6:46:06 PM | Energy
How did she become
So powerful? It must
Have taken years of
Meditative practice—
For she entered me
Knowingly, setting
My spirit aflame.
She is segue to the
Other world, where
Riddles become
Psychical mysteries
Piercing into the
Soul. Her touch is
Mystic. I wish our
Circumstances were
Different.
But destiny often plays
The magician,
Harboring secrets
Unto the bitterness of
Spirit. But our pain
And our obligations
Were far too
Prevalent.
But I remember.
And in hindsight, I
Appreciate the
Presence of such
Energy—such life
Giving energy.
Naive | |
|
| Twenty Floors Down
Posted: 3/1/2012 7:29:41 PM | A Love Surreal
Let us build a love surreal
Where we efface all ills
That we may love in depth.
Let us perish to feel
Love’s sacred-seal
In vineyards unkempt.
Let us love with will
At the peak of twilight hill
Else, upon love we have slept.
Naive | |
|
| Soulfelt Love
Posted: 3/3/2012 4:02:20 PM | Soulfelt Love
Call to my soul, my love.
Tap into the passions therein,
For my soul is upside down,
Going around in circles,
Waiting for a love everlasting.
Have I doted in vain?—enlove
With the mystery of our mystic
Connection. Make me vow a
Vow, to which our spirits shall
Love forevermore.
As I compose, my heart is
Hindered, for my emotions are
In confliction, where my
Intentions are burning softly—
And my soul is wailing!
Presence is upon us, where
Vibrations are coursing
Throughout our beings,
Intensifying with the utterance
Of a name;
But I am sudden to disappear,
Once the spirit has been
Exhausted—for to yearn, one
Must yearn for something,
Else, one is doting upon a
Dream. Tell me that we are
Wrestling with more than a
Dream, for my psyche is
Dearly in sync with an
Unyielding frequency—
Urging me to compose.
Naive | |
|
| Soulfelt Love
Posted: 3/3/2012 4:05:01 PM | Soulfelt Love II
Indeed, I am a hopeless
Dreamer, for the spirit is never
Quenched. It seeks to fathom
Itself—traveling through our
Beings, provoking our
Appetites. Help me to fathom!—
For something theurgic took
Place, whereby, our souls
Merged, electrifying our spirits,
Placing within our hearts the
Pulsation of mystery. | |
|
| Divinity
Posted: 3/4/2012 5:56:45 PM | Divinity
May I dote and fantasize,
My love?—for I have long
Desired the essence of
Divinity.
Journey with me, my love,
Train me in the arts—help
To cultivate my naïve
Disposition.
Teach me how to love, my
Love! Teach me to fully
Awaken—for I am partly
Asleep, pining for divinity.
Tap into the intensity of
My warmth—give me
Reason to display the best
Of myself—for I am whet
To evolve with divinity at
My side.
Walk me through the
Vibrations, or else, walk
With me through the
Storm—let us explore
Eternity.
Indeed, my love, look in
The mirror, and dote
Upon divinity, as I have
In moderation, and shall
Throughout eternity.
Naive | |
|
| Divinity
Posted: 3/4/2012 6:18:48 PM | oh, naive you are, but you write so damn well
that nothing else matters
 | |
|
| Divinity
Posted: 3/4/2012 6:53:39 PM | | Sabetha: You encourage me to write more. I thank you for the compliment. | |
|
| Divinity
Posted: 3/5/2012 7:20:55 PM | A Moment for Clarity
Fraught with vibrations,
I ponder the future.
Hereby, realigning my
Soul—for the future tells
No lies.
But o’ how I wish the
Future would deceive me,
Placing within my arms,
The charms of summer—
My effulgent rainbow!
Naive | |
|
| Divinity
Posted: 3/5/2012 8:12:52 PM | To Dream
May I live to dream,
To dream of a vibrant
Love, intoxicating my
Very soul!
Indeed, I live to dream,
Swooning from idyllic
Thoughts, poetically
Engulfed in streams.
Dream with me, my
Love. Let us dream
Of a paradise that
Infuses the heartstrings.
Yes, my love, infuse
Our souls with
Vibrations, for we
Must learn to capture
Our dreams, else, we
Burn in flames, dying
Softly.
Naive | |
|
| Divinity
Posted: 3/6/2012 5:17:53 AM | ^ beautiful... especially love the last image
'dying softly'
drifting away on a cloud
floating effortlessly
into other realms
when our time
is over...
yet always remembering
the blessing
of being
here | |
|
| Divinity
Posted: 3/6/2012 2:29:19 PM | | WeAre1: You keep a smile on my face. And I thank you for your words of wisdom. And when it is all said and done, we each shall hold on to our memories, else, we never lived. | |
|
| Divinity
Posted: 3/6/2012 2:29:48 PM | Esoteric Meaning
Look into the mirror, my
Love, peer into the soul
Of divinity, putting to
Waste misconceptions;
For my love is a queen,
Even a militant warrior,
Soaring throughout the
Universe, albeit, paused.
How is motion vibrating
Throughout our spirits?—
Awakening us to hidden
Depth, awaiting our full
Infiltration. Yes, we must
Infiltrate the depth of
Hidden wisdom, careful
Not to misinterpret the
Stirrings of our inner
Beings. We are indeed
Privileged, privileged to
Mystic knowledge, else
What we feel is an ill-
gotten omen deceiving
Our senses, and this
Would prove false,
For divinity is in contact
With divinity, and
Divinity tells no lies;
Thus, trust in the
Promptings of the soul,
Open to the truths
Thereof—and remember,
Love is ever nigh.
Naive | |
|
| Divinity
Posted: 3/7/2012 3:42:07 PM | Treasure-trove
My dearest treasure-trove,
I am spellbound, musing
Upon the image of a rare
Gem, swooning in the spirit.
Yes,
My dearest treasure-trove,
A miracle is before my eyes,
Sending my soul to lotus
Land, where I ponder the
Nature of love, such radiant
Love. Are we certain to be
Divided forever!—evermore
Wrestling with the arête!
My dearest treasure-trove,
A mystic nightingale is
Singing to our souls,
Infusing our spirits,
Energizing the essence of
Our beings. Let us listen,
My love, soaking in an
Effusion of mysticism,
Soaring throughout our
Fanes, baptizing our hearts
In the color of love. Indeed,
Hear the whispers of
Eternity, my love. They
Tell a story of heartache
And love, where souls burn
For the forbidden.
Naive | |
|
| Divinity
Posted: 3/7/2012 4:05:56 PM | man, you really have it bad for whomever you love
I hope you get what you want or move onto something less forbidden | |
|
| Divinity
Posted: 3/7/2012 7:29:35 PM | Sabetha: I thank you for your comments.
Some things travel through us and resonate at the core of our souls, making it difficult to just walk away.
But I hear you. | |
|
| Divinity
Posted: 3/8/2012 4:38:51 AM | powerful, j...
....Tell a story of heartache
And love, where souls burn
For the forbidden.
suckling the bitter tea like it's honey | |
|
| Divinity
Posted: 3/8/2012 4:55:55 PM | I thank you, WeAre1.
Sometimes the bitter becomes sweet, sweet enough to breed wisdom. | |
|
| Streaming
Posted: 3/9/2012 3:26:46 PM | Streaming
How often does love
Trickle into the soul?
Has it indeed trickled
Into the spirit? Then
Hold on to love, shattering
False impressions, warring
Against illusions. And this
Is not in my favor, for
Smiles have morphed into
Tears, where I feel a
Sword piercing through
My soul. However, we
Need not worry. This
Has been written, etched
Into the crevices of
Mirrored spirits. And I
Shall continue to compose,
Engaging in poetic therapy,
Excavating the coalmines
Of my soul. And there
She appears, a ghostly
Countenance, kissing me
In the spirit. “Rest my son.”
Indeed I shall. But now is
Not the time. “Yes, my
Son, now is not the time.”
Despite the variations of
Emotional tug and pull,
Shall we traipse through
The forest hand in hand,
Burying a secret deep
Within our hearts?—or
Shall the arête take
Precedence? Either/or, I
Shall ride the waves,
Attempting to capture the
Essence of mystic
Vibrations.
Naive | |
|
| Streaming
Posted: 3/9/2012 9:13:44 PM | (Written while drunk)
Adrift II
I love without qualification,
Eager to awaken forgotten
Dreams.
Immortalize our souls in
Portraits, that we shall breathe
Eternally.
Drink from the basin of truth,
My love—indulge ‘til your
Spirit drowns.
The canvas of existence awaits
The touch of mystery, shall we
Touch the canvas of existence?
It’s the battle of the psyche,
Desperate to interpret mystic
Vibrations, where she dwells,
Electrified, proven that I have
Become a beggar of love. How
Do I return to ground zero?
Have I been sipping poison from
A cactus? I am afraid to speak
The truth, but I shall speak the
Truth. Cast me not to the winds
Of sorrow, for love breeds
Devotion, awaiting one with the
Courage to approach love’s
Domain. But indeed, I have been
Drinking from the fountain of
Illusion, scared to confess!
Naive | |
|
| Streaming
Posted: 3/10/2012 5:25:12 AM | (written whilst tipsy...drunk is only when I need help into bed...will YOU hold my hand)?
I dare not admit my confessions
Too few to mention
I must be drunk to write that?
You think and I disagree
A wise man said
Now I must be politically correct
There's always a woman there
Walk a mile in my shoes
It is not the majority that will disagree
Fools will argue over slippers and mocassins
The answer will always be in who wears the
Highest heels
Regardless of gender
You wanna disagree? | |
|
| Streaming
Posted: 3/10/2012 2:24:25 PM | AD2006: It is always a pleasure, my friend. This prose-poem captures my attention--great capture on your part. As for drunk or tipsy, maybe I was just tipsy--I'm not certain--but yes indeed, I would hold your hand. | |
|
| Streaming
Posted: 3/11/2012 2:27:46 PM | Walk with me.
Feel my heartbeat.
It speaks of love.
Sell me a dream,
If only for the moment,
That I may live to die.
Indeed, make love
To my being—
Intoxicate my spirit.
Summons me when
The moon is full—
Romanticize my soul.
Hold me when the
Crucible of existence
Has suffocated my
Heart. Reassure me
That the storm shall
Pass, and I shall do
The same. Indeed,
Become my best friend,
That we may withstand
The whirlwind. Prove
To me that love is not
A myth. Extend my
Knowledge of love—
Become the love of my
Existence. That I may
Muse upon divinity,
Wrapped in divinity,
Spending my life with
Divinity.
Naive | |
|
| Soulfelt Love
Posted: 3/12/2012 2:56:32 PM | Pensive, even wistful for
Romance, we journey
Throughout the spirit, in
Search of a rare vibration.
We search by way of the
Wisdom eye, awaiting the
Arrival of our reflection,
That we may love forever.
Naive | |
|
|
|
|
Page
78
of
86 (46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86)
|
|
Home
login 