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| | Soulfelt LovePage 79 of 85 (45, 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) | Viola of Spirit
Here’s a bouquet of poems,
My love. Let us listen for
The viola of spirit. Yes, my
Love, remove the mask, that
I may witness the anguish of
Divinity; else, we are subject
To a game of masquerades.
But my dearest aphrodisiac,
Assuredly, we have discarded
Our masks, in honor of rendered
Affections, by way of the spirit.
Yes, my mind’s illumination,
I am hopeful, sipping Moet,
Attempting to peer into the
Future. Some would accuse me
Of committing a sin, merely
For a thought in the direction
Of a lovelock. But have I
Sinned, if prompted by divinity?
Let us investigate our stream.
We wrestle with more than a
Fairytale. Such as plangent
Vibrations attest to this. And
Assuredly, there’s something
Sacred between us, as sacred as
Shiloh. Let us grab arms, my
Love, and shake gently until
We fully awake, for I am eager
To listen closely to the viola
Of spirit.
Naive | |
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| Soulfelt Love
Posted: 3/14/2012 3:19:10 PM | To Decode a Koan
I’m climbing myself, clawing
Concrete, attempting to decode
A koan. Thus, open my eyes,
That I may peer into sacred
Secrets, that I may peer into a
Sacred soul. She is an enigma,
Even unto herself. But am I
Brave enough to reenter the
Cave?—for to reenter the cave
Dredges up old and new demons
—how many have I wrestled,
Unto traumatizing pieces of
Myself. But if I can decode my
Sacred koan, I could then unlock
The widows of her soul, and
Tread thereinto, peering into
Her sacred box. I am thus
Willing to venture back into
The cave—where a red dragon is
Awaiting my arrival. How shall
I again defeat the red dragon?
—for it is wise to my tactics, but
I must prevail, for the sake of my
Sacred koan. I shall thus reenter
The cave, for the spark of my
Wildfire, for the spirit of my heart,
Else, I shall be cast to the weeping
Rock, left there to dwindle away,
As my spirit churns unto
Nothingness and despair.
Naive | |
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| Soulfelt Love
Posted: 3/14/2012 5:59:55 PM | Brown Penny by William Butler Yeats
I whispered, 'I am too young,'
And then, 'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
'Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.'
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon. | |
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Posted: 3/16/2012 2:30:28 AM | Dearest Joshua, I have always felt you holding my hand, not once have you made me feel unclean or my words unworthy....you would be a treasure to hold; even in reality - now that would make me unfaithful...therefore I need not explain anymore...my love always with youxox
One man reflected me in his eyes
Euphoria is listening to his words
Together in a wasteland before your sight
This is our oasis that only God can steal
Embezzled with only one life
Geez I have so many questions...and God rarely answers me
Though I must admit
Entering a desert is the refuge I searched for
The bible must be updated
For I hear the “coming”
Today I must plead insanity  | |
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Posted: 3/16/2012 1:10:41 PM | AD: Your soul is made of gold and your heart is as warm as a furnace. You have always been kind to me, and I thank you.
Your poem is intricate, but I am able to read into it. This gives it depth. | |
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Posted: 3/20/2012 5:27:20 AM | mmm to alwaysdreaming's poem.
wrote this a couple of days ago, edited now and felt to bring it here...
stopping
long enough
to feel
the silent voice
from within
beckon
you are love....
in that
moment
comes
freedom | |
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Posted: 3/20/2012 12:02:34 PM | | WeAre1, that was a kind gesture on your part. AD's poem is provocative. | |
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Posted: 3/20/2012 1:07:39 PM | Dangerous Woman
There’s something mystique
About her countenance—she’s
A seductive circuit—a magnet
In motion. She’s ever ripe for
Amour, for she’s a sexual
Intoxication. Men vie for her
Affections. She’s a surgeon of
Hearts, emotionally webbing
Souls.
Naive | |
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| Soulfelt Love
Posted: 3/21/2012 1:48:43 PM | Adrift a Heartbeat
As sweet as a virgin’s love,
With the psaltery of visions
Serenading her soul!
Pass me the harp, my love.
Unto my heart, tiptoe upon
The symbols of music.
Throughout the woods of
My thoughts, I carve images
Of my love in woodblocks.
In silence, we soak in
Stentorian vibrations, reading
Into the waves.
Where is a seamstress?—to
Sew us into a dream. Thereby,
We would drift through the
Floating world.
Wander with me, my love.
Let us haunt down kismet, and
Confess our unyielding love.
Famished for one another’s
Love, let us come together in
The embrace of purity.
Impassion my spirit with mere
Presence. Intoxicate my soul.
Dig into my deeper self…for
My love is an afflatus, moving
Through my being, awakening
My artistic love.
Naive | |
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Posted: 3/21/2012 2:35:13 PM | More than a Moment
Iridescent hopes
Of a junoesque goddess
Knotting my soul
For I cannot possess
Quixotic over love
Delving into the matrix
Of the spirit, longing
For a colorful dream
This is I, electrically
Charged, weening on
More than a muse, rather
A soulmate
Within my heart, she
Represents par excellence
Ever on point, decorated
In sheer perfection
She is the ambrosia of
Another, watering my
Eyes, but reality is altered
Riving our souls
Where the journey is
Merely to heal, merely to
Love, this pulls me from
Out of the cobwebs
We are drifting upon the
Nocturne, fashioning art,
Wishing upon a relic,
Enlove with the wisdom
Of the gods
Naive | |
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| Mystic Circuit
Posted: 3/22/2012 1:43:48 PM | Mystic Circuit
Melt into the waves, my
Love, hear the symphony
Of joyous voice-prints
They tell a story of amore
Endless amore, ageless
Amore
I desire to enter her
Chambers, after a long
Day of amorous flirtation
Where our hearts are
Pulsating to one rhythm
And our loins are burning
Aflame
Dig into the soils of our
Souls, pull upon the roots
Of Eden, let us again
Partake of hidden wisdom
Feeding light to our
Shadows, bathing in
Luminous waves
They shall immortalize
Our affair in canon
Where for centuries
Young lovers shall read
Into our saga and learn of
The throws of passion
Mimicking such passion
Surely, I dream, weening
Of ways to endear my
Soul to a precious heart
Where reality crushes
Visions, but hopes run
High, where the vibrations
Of spirit touch, agitating
Feelings of amore
Naive | |
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| Mystic Circuit
Posted: 3/25/2012 4:05:40 PM | The New Poetry Handbook
by Mark Strand
1 If a man understands a poem,
he shall have troubles.
2 If a man lives with a poem,
he shall die lonely.
3 If a man lives with two poems,
he shall be unfaithful to one.
4 If a man conceives of a poem,
he shall have one less child.
5 If a man conceives of two poems,
he shall have two children less.
6 If a man wears a crown on his head as he writes,
he shall be found out.
7 If a man wears no crown on his head as he writes,
he shall deceive no one but himself.
8 If a man gets angry at a poem,
he shall be scorned by men.
9 If a man continues to be angry at a poem,
he shall be scorned by women.
10 If a man publicly denounces poetry,
his shoes will fill with urine.
11 If a man gives up poetry for power,
he shall have lots of power.
12 If a man brags about his poems,
he shall be loved by fools.
13 If a man brags about his poems and loves fools,
he shall write no more.
14 If a man craves attention because of his poems,
he shall be like a jackass in moonlight.
15 If a man writes a poem and praises the poem of a fellow,
he shall have a beautiful mistress.
16 If a man writes a poem and praises the poem of a fellow overly,
he shall drive his mistress away.
17 If a man claims the poem of another,
his heart shall double in size.
18 If a man lets his poems go naked,
he shall fear death.
19 If a man fears death,
he shall be saved by his poems.
20 If a man does not fear death,
he may or may not be saved by his poems.
21 If a man finishes a poem,
he shall bathe in the blank wake of his passion
and be kissed by white paper. | |
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Posted: 3/29/2012 2:49:00 PM | Escape from Love
From love, how do I stray?—
For love is hard to admire—
For love has sent me astray.
Once consumed, breakaway,
If not tangled, set-afire—
From love, how do I stray?
Here’s a burning bouquet,
For the flames of hellfire,
For love has sent me astray.
Now I yearn for leeway,
Listening to the choir—
From love, how do I stray?
I pray, is there a hideaway?—
For my soul is in the mire—
For love has sent me astray.
Love has cast me away,
Tearing into me as wildfire:
From love, how do I stray?—
For love has sent me astray.
Naive | |
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| Mystic Circuit
Posted: 3/29/2012 3:31:37 PM | The Treasure of Love
A seaquake is rumbling within
The spirit, as I meditate upon
The seven seas of love—absorbing
Undulations, falling into the clouds.
What isn’t the heaviness of love?—
For love is all consuming, awaking
Both the angels of the choir, and
The demons of the psalteries.
Journey through the park with me—
Let us converse of our visions
Together. Let us believe in the
Power of cupid, piercing our hearts.
Indeed, let us tap into the circuit of
Intimacy, reading into the soul-prints
Of lovers, while listening to the
Voiceprints of eternity.
My luminous amore, continue to
Enlighten my shadow—continue to
Elevate my consciousness, for there
Is a trove of treasures in our midst.
Naive | |
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| Mystic Circuit
Posted: 3/30/2012 1:33:11 PM | yum - exquisite words -
"soul-prints of lovers...
voiceprints of eternity...
trove of treasures in our midst"
indeed, naive, indeed
.......
reflection....
one can never lose love
as one can never lose life
for one is life
one is love
reflection....
the opposite of death
is not life
it is birth
if there is no opposite to life
is life eternal
reflection....
just as we honour birth
the passage into now
we might honour death
the passage in to Now | |
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| Mystic Circuit
Posted: 3/30/2012 2:15:37 PM | | WeAre1, it is always a pleasure. I thank you for your feedback. And I thank you for your provocative post. | |
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| Mystic Circuit
Posted: 3/30/2012 2:36:34 PM | Love
Love is often a mystery, bittersweet,
Giving one both comfort and pain.
It’s the comforts that make it honeysweet,
It’s the comforts that induce the flames.
Love is a magical rollercoaster ride,
Causing smiles to shine and tears to fall.
When in bloom, love makes the sun shine.
When in turmoil, love is a long haul.
In truth, love can be a mystical paradise,
Warming the soul when strait and forthright.
But when love falters, it requires sacrifice
To reestablish the sanctity of love’s sight.
In essence, love is the purpose of life.
In essence, love is the purpose of fright.
Naive | |
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| Mystic Circuit
Posted: 3/30/2012 3:03:55 PM | Untitled
My love,
Enter the sanctuary of my
Soul, and create a dynasty
Therein—teach me how to
Love by symbol.
Let us soar in the spirit, my
Love, and during the storm,
Teach me the depth of flight.
Yes, my love, teach me the
Depth of flight.
My love, is not the sanctity
Of such love as sacred as a
Talisman—our love, bonded
In the spirit. Or have I
Ventured too far, my love?
Skip into my inner kingdom,
My love, and paint until the
Heart is content—paint a
Masterpiece, my love. Yes,
My love, awaken my soul.
Naive | |
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| Mystic Circuit
Posted: 3/30/2012 3:58:34 PM | Untitled
My enchanting relic, play
The chameleon, my love.
Absorb the lighten volts,
As they journey through
Our souls—what are they
Communicating!
Come twilight, we should
Be deeply enlove—if not,
Destiny has played a cruel
Prank.
But I must awake, stare
Into the mirror, and reflect
Upon reality—she’s enlove
With another.
Naive | |
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| Mystic Circuit
Posted: 4/2/2012 12:05:37 PM | Cupid’s Bowstring
She pulls at my heartstring,
For she is a gemstone,
Alerting me to cupid’s bowstring.
She is too my dayspring.
Without her, I feel alone.
She pulls at my heartstring.
Love is ever blossoming,
Wherefore, I ponder birthstones,
Alerting me to cupid’s bowstring.
In her presence, I’m gliding,
In possession of sacred stones—
She pulls at my heartstring.
Her essence is vibrating
Through my treasured throne
Alerting me to cupid’s bowstring.
Without her love, I’m meandering.
She is a precious cornerstone:
She pulls at my heartstring,
Alerting me to cupid’s bowstring. | |
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| Mystic Circuit
Posted: 4/3/2012 6:29:34 PM | Woman of Par Excellence
Only Solomon could have
Imagined such beauty—an
Angel described in Songs
Of Songs.
She is the Spirit of spirits,
The Soul of souls—an
Inspiring masterpiece, but
More than heavenly art.
She is the image of sheer
Perfection, ever conscious
And Argus eyed, amazing
Men with her pure presence.
She has seeped into my
Personality. Our hearts are
In communication. When
She is sad, I am woeful,
And when she smiles, I am
Filled with glee.
How shall we unveil fate?—
Miracle of my imagination!—
How shall we decode the
Harp of destinies?
Naive | |
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| Mystic Circuit
Posted: 4/4/2012 7:42:02 PM | Emotions
Penalize me if I suffer
From spiritual atrophy
But if not, give me a sign
Force me to understand
For my senses are foggy
Anxious to decode the
Purpose of mystery, else,
I dwindle in waves
Our connection is unyield
ing, intensifying in
Frequencies, what is this
Calling?—
If we are running, or
Complaisant within our
Design, destiny is set off
Course
But what if the mystery is
Burning into our hearts
Tearing unrelentingly into
Our souls
Then a mystic sphere has
Engulfed us, playing an
Inscrutable game, leaving
Us stranded in the storm
Wherefore, time is
Blowing in the wind,
Where we suffer in the
Spirit, desperate to fathom
The inexplicable
Naive | |
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| Mystic Circuit
Posted: 4/4/2012 8:01:37 PM | ooo la la
(detsop eb ton yam trohs siht segassem) | |
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| Mystic Circuit
Posted: 4/5/2012 1:09:29 PM | Hindsight
Opprobrious behavior morphed
Into something mystical, even
Mystique in nature, probing my
Very soul, unto lightening-bolts
Tearing into the spirit, where the
Arête is now of primary focus. | |
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| Mystic Circuit
Posted: 4/5/2012 1:11:17 PM | | Sabetha, I thank you for stopping by. And I hope that all is going well for you. | |
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