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Posted: 1/28/2007 9:57:54 PM | No more mourns……….
What’s to mourn?
Why should I deprive the living?
And this sackcloth hast caused a rash.
I sit here mourning for what.
Grandmother is home.
How selfish I’ve become!
Grandmother is home!
A woman deserving of her wings;
Hence, I sit here mourning for what. | |
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Posted: 1/29/2007 10:05:01 AM | And this sackcloth hast caused a rash.
I have felt this ,while in "knowing"....powerful write.
and your write on the power of the fig tree...very deep | |
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Posted: 1/30/2007 8:41:51 PM | I return!
Enraptured in the most violent passions
Seeing light through the benighted
I could sorely yearn to heaven through one glimpse of thy eyes
She’s with child!
She’s with child! How file the vultures becometh!
In the depths of the forest, I hunger more!
Pistol gripped tightly in hand, the wrong contemplations are nigh!
It wasn’t meant to be such! Touch me not!!!
Now I can’t escape the jungle…rumbling without my One Mind.
Those wild dogs are vicious…pernicious omens…suspicious of breath.
But I’m just as vicious…never afraid to shed the waters.
War me to the blood.
To the blood war me alive.
We art that returning tribe....deadly live… returned to die.
Not only told you I wasn’t alone
But I never perish, I never die…fathom that contradiction!
Drinking angel’s blood thirsty for God…the last benediction!
Maybe the demon is out of tune…beckoned me soon!
Maybe I focused on the wrong moon…beckoned me soon!
Maybe it’s a bloody shame
Maybe we liven in this one big mind of pain…Jehovah’s pain.
Seduce me in the most heinous of deceit
Damn, I needeth to feeleth her passions complete
Should I talketh thus? Should I speaketh of the voids?
From rust to dust, I returneth to dust. | |
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Posted: 1/30/2007 9:00:34 PM | Undividable Truth!
Its triumph
She hath triumph
They thought they could break the woman!
You can’t break the root!
The beginning!
I’m,
Loving in joy,
This undividable Truth!
Our women!!! | |
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Posted: 1/30/2007 9:03:28 PM | The sage is without vision
But he claimeth vision
But Keen eyes can never be deceived. | |
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Posted: 1/30/2007 9:12:25 PM | Thou hath the power to killeth thyself!
Hath thou thoughteth that?
Now stop it.
Stop killing thyself!!! | |
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Posted: 1/30/2007 9:14:23 PM | Naive,
Most powerful abstractions
pleasantly permeating the mind
and into the soul!
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Posted: 1/30/2007 9:15:54 PM | Caustic sarcasm!
There is no Truth!
I said; there is no Truth…
Therefore, they are now killing by the billions.
My mind is torn. | |
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Posted: 1/30/2007 9:19:43 PM | That religion!
What the hell is this?
Millions
I said millions
Murdered in cold blood…
In the name of God!
THIS IS NOT MY GOD!
Emotions hath gone awry.
That religion
That religion
Go back to hell with that religion. | |
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Posted: 1/30/2007 9:46:35 PM | | ............................awesome | |
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Posted: 2/3/2007 9:21:14 AM | A mental walk!
I awoke with the jackals laughing at me.
The misquoted exclamation taunting at me…
Taken in a passion rendered to stir the man’s anger…
But a bundle of emotions we art danger.
And I once told her:
Unless the sorrow is thick in thy chambers
Thou loveth not.
My rotten amore, feigning to relish in harmony forevermore…
Forevermore…forevermore…forevermore her wound!!!
What a justified wound!
A drink of the bloody moon!
Hence, she lives in that filthy cup…
And if thy carpet reflects of thy mind,
Then thy psyche is most defiled.
I ignore those chimes…lust for me not.
And now the crocodiles beckon my forgiveness.
But I just witnessed a crocodile deceive a buffalo.
Told the buffalo piece when there wast no piece,
The buffalo was naïve, and thus became-eth the afternoon feast.
I’s reckon that even when a crocodile speaketh kind words…
It behooves the wise to think otherwise of that crocodile’s verbs.
Now why this jinni so thirsty to bless me with a miracle?
What’s that desperate twinkle in her eye?
Another slithering, slimy gin, backslidden vulture I tell thee.
I just feint naïve.
Knowing in my heart that the jackals are still laughing at me!
This is a most glorified existence.
I swim therein foreshadowed the misery
Laughing heartily at me folly
This is a most glorified existence.
And the jackals are justified!!!
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Posted: 2/3/2007 10:10:58 AM | ...And thus we greive....
Thy fallen sight of moonlight's shadow....
Contemplation of cold winds...
Brings nought that warmth as dreamed.....
.....Rise.....
For such we are as this; lost by grey lights kiss....
When golden shower raise; yet darkest night as gave....
Falleth endless maze; false idol then to praise....
Gazeth beating wrist; 'stead slamming Iron Fist...
.....Rise....
For such thy ground shaketh a might....
As thy sight grows real a fight!...
....Poised by chasm's yawn...
..Will thee gaze thy final Dawn?..
.....Rise....
As breach thy Heaven's gate with song....
Who speaks right?; Opposed by wrong?...
Thy eyes not short; thy arms not long....
.....Rise....
For time is not as done; 'twould now those Jackel's won?....
Sorley missed Naive your Song.....
.....Yet still I feel; thy Essence Strong..........
..T..
Naive.....By far the best Abstract Poet I have ever seen......keep em coming...
Your Friend...T. | |
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Posted: 2/3/2007 10:56:37 AM | I am most certainly am here...I tried to make the transition quickly....
But most certainly I am here! | |
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Posted: 2/4/2007 12:12:52 AM | An Abstract!
Like a magical storm amidst the diamonds
Soaring, yet gentle as a new borne cub.
A warrior borne mourning…yet inherently fathoming the necessity of pain;
Ravished therein, notwithstanding the bliss…
Beckon me deeper therein
And I shall pause in this heavenly sin…
I am but an animal in the woods.
Tell me that I shalt be forgiven.
For these wolves art most heinous.
And that pernicious nature is contagious.
But my induced agony is without warrant.
And thus I atone.
Give to me a new right bone.
For I’ve been pierced through…
Thus, water and spiritual blood oozes out.
And slowly my sanity is slipping my grip.
I am but composer I thought.
But now I’m frightened
Realizing that the soul in me mind
Yearns for the contrary path of righteousness;
I am but a craftsman’s scraps…
Therefrom reaping the mishaps…
In love with the cobras that dance in harmony.
Shalt I find! | |
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Posted: 2/4/2007 1:28:04 AM | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
the king stole the crowd
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I knew this guy once
who talked in parables,
quite the poet actually
he enthralled the masses with his words...
he asked the water to display as wine
he made the best fish sandwiches...
you ate one, and you were hooked
and it was all you can eat... a buffet
one day he walked to the top of this mountain...
everyone was diggin' on a rap he was laying down
something about love and truth... brotherhood and understanding
it was a great show that day, when the king stole the crowd
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Posted: 2/4/2007 11:06:40 AM | | The intenzity of intenze...none shalt ever truly know in the depths of the war therein! But I somewhat can see....And thus we all see the intenzity in thy words. | |
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Posted: 2/4/2007 11:12:08 AM | Thus they all say!
The sabbatical soldier
Lost at war…
…warring within his cherished illusions…
Thoroughly polluted by the prevailing dogma….
…a man with 10 children;
How many bombs will he strap to each one?
The sabbatical soldier…
…disdains the origin of his doctrine…
And one for the sake of life;
…better not refer to him as the sabbatical soldier.
A most powerful distortion this godly fortune is!
…preach me into a fit and thus I sacrifice my kids…
We art but madmen driven by the intricacies of these false ideologies…
“…but my ideology is heaven sent…”
Thus…they all say! | |
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Posted: 2/4/2007 12:01:40 PM | Once a slave to all that surrounded me
but heartbreak mountain can also set you free
Circled many times....just to be still and listen..await the sound
I know how it feels sometimes.....like the walls of Jericho come tumbling down
Call out thy name
Oh, Hoshea... the same....
to love a harliot....to save her in the midst of destruction and pain.
Blind obedience to human condition.....is that all you see
God knows my heart....touch my soul...then you shall see all of me.
'Whoso keeps the fig-tree shall eat the fruit thereof"
seek through the pages,singing in part three ..faith ,hope,and love....
To know the ark of the convenant,by heart and carry in hand....
is also knowing that in this temporary place..
no one is without sin...as we all await our truest promise land.
This was just a simple parable you see,
only to seek truth in it's simplicity.........
Not the soul that was reinvented,for what has touched the soul shall remain...
that comes with understanding..no need to explain.
Always a friend with kindness and truth.. is as sacred as the scacred given name...
and with this alone,..the friend in me will stay the same.........
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Posted: 2/4/2007 1:41:48 PM | the essesnce, the essence, the essence!
displayed as truth, you have stirred the eternal fires within!
the nail truly hit `on the head', the proverbial head be it
To speak with eloquence of these matters is truly remarkable
Words are your savior, your allegiance, your devotion, your re-creation!
Tenz | |
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Posted: 2/4/2007 2:16:09 PM | I am momentarily in a trance...set by all...but little i shalt find my way home.
I thank you, Casheyesblond.
Tenz...What's going on with you? That hip hop thread is off the hook!
Many artists therein. | |
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Posted: 2/4/2007 3:09:58 PM | Though the bush is burning;
Something’s rattling nigh…
And though I haven’t said a word…
I readily understood the whole plot.
The jackals remain laughing.
And these hyenas art most scandalous. | |
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Posted: 2/4/2007 4:51:55 PM | #243 message
cash.... this write is inspiring to say the least.... this is my fav from you.....
Tenz | |
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Posted: 2/4/2007 4:52:50 PM | The Novitiates awakening!
I am presently but naïve.
Thus, I still believe;
That I’m hearing the words of God,
Gliding circumspectly through the still breeze.
What a marvelous contradiction!
If one wert to take a closer look at the diction;
They would easily perceive, that the hyenas art now mocking,
Laughing in the distance, at their foolish selves
And the coyotes bear witness.
Oh’ how I wish to tell;
That only a few art true to the trail.
And what’s given in abundance today,
Can tomorrow place you in an agonizing hailstorm!
Let me follow this road…
Refusing to fold…
Holding my peace…
Though the beast in me wishes to explode….
The feather is now heavy…
In this three fifty seven mental Chevy…
Addicted to the filthy, non-poetical-riches…
Intrigued by the cobras that ravish while moving the ponds…
Dear mother, what a spawn!
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Posted: 2/4/2007 8:48:55 PM | Chained to this rollercoaster thrill
And this angelic shrill is exhilarating me down hill
Go ahead
Push me over the edge…
But be alarmed in three days
For out of the bowels of the earth I shall appear
With a hand full of keys
Speaking in parables…
Ascending rapidly………. | |
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Posted: 2/4/2007 9:03:26 PM |
For out of the bowels of the earth I shall appear
I couldn't let go this without commenting!
You have hinted to a most wonderful mistery!!!
You are certainly far from naive, and your new name says it all, my friend AprioriMonads...
Bethlehem
a virgin place
within the fullest of darkness
Then a light
as bright as the sun
as white as virgin's milk
the born of hope
for a whole age! | |
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