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Posted: 2/4/2007 9:52:20 PM | It's been a long time poetfriend...but it is always a sheer pleasure to read thy works.
Spoken truly! | |
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Posted: 2/4/2007 10:08:47 PM | In the desert!
Poeticize this dance…
My dance with the desert….
The wolves gregariously approach me
But there’s a spirit in me that they sense, that they love.
Thus, they fawn, pant heavily and jest with me I pride.
Dear God, how I love these wolves.
Art we the last of a fallen tribe/
A tribe that explored the hives/
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Warn the bees off with smoke,
Now rob-eth the hive for the honey;
Such sweetness in the thirsting of the desert…
A blessing to this empty tummy…. | |
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Posted: 2/5/2007 8:23:45 PM | Like a dragon from the pits of hell…
But I am dearly naïve…
Naïve enough to see…
And not speak upon it.
Immortalized in fresco buon…
Right aside Elijah…
So the petty I let breathe
Bent upon bleeding knees…praying to my Jehovah. | |
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Posted: 2/5/2007 8:37:51 PM | A soul’s agonizing revival
At this very instance, I summons that Mystical Spirit favored magnanimous soul of Elijah… thus I never touch death nor be toucheth therebyeth… assuredly I therewithal am filled with this immutable power of Jehovah Jireh… hither, due to such omniscience, such aswarming ancient old ideological credence; I tumble over!!!... I tumble over violently screaming!!!
My thoughts are torn asunder by such celestial visions… what be thy appropriate approach hence I wonder as I thirst and hunger therefore plunder Fraught with this excruciating thunder ... I forsaken with purpose yesteryear’s redundant motifs… for ye art a spiritually chiseled to perfection mystical manifestation of our Morningstar chief… our Father, our Salem! Our slayer of the beast! (Selah)
I am at this moment that Son of Man Psalms 18, Isaiah 53… a man of Sorrows acquainted with grief… resurrected from that forethought permanent quicksand desecrater of peace, that purgatory palace therein established Cathedral’s forever burning feast!
Please forgive me if I have gone astray… but I share with thee my soul’s agonizing revival for ye have become to me the Churches Revelation… I thank thee for reviving these frequencies I thus now feel-eth!!! Respond to this heart in spirit! Ephod
Prevent me from tears…. Abandoned my fears…. Give to me clear vision through this passage of tension let me know why I’m here…. It’ been such a radical path… this uncritical math… my analytical past… I leaped from that edge and awaked in this aftermath…. Please! Tell me how it be thus! Product of father’s devilish lust! What spirit I trust? This cruelty is heartless much! Multiplyeth this touch!!! | |
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Posted: 2/5/2007 8:41:18 PM | Should I fantasticate this, my misery? My perplexing victory!
How doe’s the most innocent manifests
Induce dejected resurrections, such sorrows lingering undetected?
My ascetic self-knowledge, amplified in forlorn sagacity.
O’ come now! You most certainly fathom.
To witness an angel tottering afar and to therefore shed rivers inside!
O’ come now!
Ye feel not this psychically in-growing tare? The impetus of this present glare!
Barraged by telepathic visions!!!
My Father’s visions!
Prolific in there vibrating currents
And yet, Logos is forever thirsty, give to me Prophecy my Father!!!
Forgive the ambiguity.
But disaffirm not the Truth.
And enmesh me not in concupiscence.
Dear God, forgive the backslidden!!!
These indecipherable wavelengths have wrought in this Temple warfare
Solemn Holy-Ghost Tongues
Depicting the Spirit’s portrait
In this fortress, I am now the inaccessible Sphinx. | |
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Posted: 2/5/2007 9:41:09 PM | Let the truth be spoken…
…Like a drug addict
Strung out off drama…
They both art…
One is a snake
…And the other is odorous…
Play in that maze alone…
Contrary to popular illusions…
I knew who the jackals wert the home time…
Although, there art a few others……..
But Dragons live in hell.
And Leviathan was destroyed.
…And Cain is forever cursed…
Read the Sibylline Oracles!!!!……….
The prophecy was written in blood.
Read between the lines.
…That slithering snake gave you what’s familiar to you…
I want not, no part of the worm wood…
I saw a star fall from heaven today.
Let the truth be spoken.
Some folk art callous hearted simpletons.
They distort reality in order to give their lives a purpose.
…This is a most fallacious sin against self.
Let me indulge me-self for a moment…
I’m a fulltime thinker…
All the part-timers, disburse.
Now back to humility…
…I can’t fathom whence this tidal wave of demons streamed from…
…but back to Hades with that confusion…
…look a little bit closer…
…the Leviticus tribe is off limits…
…you see the others took flight
…now follow that path…
I gave a riddle to a scholar just last week…
She returned to me the riddle un-riddled…
…in earnest…she said many fools art nigh…
…one is numbed and high…
…the other is laced with hives…
And the rest art lingering in disguise…
In plain English
Let the truth be spoken…
…tricks are for tricks…
You flip than you flop…
And a pimp a sell his own ass…
This is part of the reason they disgust me…
And to that idiot suffering from an inability to understand Syntax
Weasel thy way back to the basics…
…to those that I hold dear to heart,
Fret not…
I’m just tired of these adders in the shadows…
…their just as scandalous as that other vulture over yonder,
Jesus is Light years ahead of Satan………..
…It’ that type of behavior
…that keeps me with 5 eyes on them manmade religions…
Let the truth be spoken………. | |
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Posted: 2/6/2007 4:29:17 AM | so what are you callin' youself these days....???
how about brother,
Just sitting here is the middle of the night without sleep... basking in the light of your thread!
These last several posts have me in a state of wonder....
Tenz | |
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Posted: 2/6/2007 6:25:51 AM | Hues of true venom…
Dragons befriending snakes…
Levitical priests betraying Jehovah…
Ephod still remaining the shed of blood…
Belial conversing in the tempting of the mountains…
I, beckoned through the forest of Mt. Ararat…
Assuredly, ye art full of the power of God…
Assuredly, ye have done no wrong…
Assuredly, the angels keep you from the apostate mind…
Assuredly, ye art what the demon’s love.
I’m merely a poet soaring at all times.
But I admit I am amazed...
Open to like minds…I embraced hues of true venom…
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EPHOD…only one name…the rest is only that that manifests through deep studies and spiritual meditations. Try IT!
Look into these things…you’d be surprised what you find living in you…merely waiting for you to beckon its presence.
Unless it's part of this spiritual warfare it means nothing.
Meant no harm...When one is found trespassing...they must retreat or perish...
I'd rather retreat....
Brothers indeed...But only in the eyes of JAH! | |
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Posted: 2/6/2007 5:12:11 PM | ....and god spoke back to me through the clicking leaves above me
sent breath to me on the wind
...........when I felt I could not find the strength to want to walk this place just one more day
called out to me in the barren heavens
......in the bleak nothingness
then sent me the moon
......to remind me that there is still beauty in the world
I just need to choose to be part of it | |
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Posted: 2/7/2007 10:26:21 AM | | I thank you, SaltyTowers. This poem slows the mind down. I can see each picture expressed. And once again, I'm thinking on a new path. | |
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Posted: 2/7/2007 4:43:26 PM | .............................Through the rages of media,
.............The angels slow down and ponder…
……………Blessed through the sprinkling of the shed blood of an he-goat…
………………..And thus the spiritual cataracts, hath been vanquished.
………………….Suffering through this decadence of spiritual famines…
……….I must reckon…not many would perish for what they proclaim-eth…
……………Not many would place their blood to be shed for the revolution…
………………..And though alive, I’m made to live as if dead.
………………….In the navel of this exile,
……….The pariahs hath becometh famous…
…..……….And the back staircase hath becometh the entrance…
………………..The entrance to the tigress rivers of lust…
………………….Do not begrudgeth thy love…
……….Giveth freely thy love…
…………...The zenith of initiation rites hath begun.
………………..The nether world is our home. | |
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Posted: 2/7/2007 5:10:02 PM | An undulation of forceful pangs
Giving birth to a moving flame
Snatching down the clouds in vain
Compelled to inhale the teeming rain
A million years whither to
An unconventional madness blazing anew
Confiding in, only the rarest of few
Thoroughly convinced that this is Dejavu
Whence is this force?
Telepathic penetration driving soul’s off-course
A life of burning betrayals celled in no remorse
And the torque is vicious, on this suspicious black horse | |
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Posted: 2/7/2007 7:07:55 PM | The Pneuma!!!
Sitting in the mind-state of Nirvana,
Our native antecedents came to visit egress-ing the trauma.
They alluded to serenity’s soul in the most grandiloquent of elocutions.
In the sacrosanctity of the innermost parts of the spirit psyche
Therein, I was introduced to the first me.
She was wise and elongated in wisdom’s garments.
She offered me wine and unleavened bread.
Ezekiel and Jeremiah sat aside Siddhartha.
There they sat…conversing with Confucius.
But I, and the first me, stared, lost in our one mind.
I finally came face to face with my first thoughts.
We made mental love abroad the shadow’s stalk.
In the subterranean consciousness of our incorporeal Beings, we walked. | |
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Posted: 2/7/2007 9:57:57 PM | Thoughts aloud!
It’s not that it sorrows me
I just thought on it
Then I searched the psychological aspects of it all
I mentally dissected them
Then I thought on Bipolar disorders
Then I thought on schizophrenia
Then I thought on boarder line personality disorders
Then I thought on disassociation disorders
Then I thought of the grandiose psychotic mind
Then I thought on Hobbes’ theories of human nature
The realization that mankind is inherently wicked
I gave consideration to the inner war of the moralist
Then I thought on Nietzsche
And his perspective on Christianity
After rereading some of his thoughts
I remembered that he went crazy at the end of his life
Plus, he was a misogynist
But taken that he went crazy due to cephalous
The scholars show him pity for his thoughts
Then I thought on Judas
And his deception
Wondering was he just desperate for fame
Or is the rumor true
That Jesus asked him to betray him
Then I thought on how a man’s jealously
And illusions of grandeur
Can cause him to do strange things
Now what would Kant think!
How valid, in reality, is the categorical imperative?
Then I thought on existentialism
And Sartre’s perspectives on human emotions
Realizing that humans see self
And only those ideals and ideas in the self
Despite if what they feel to see is absurd
Then I thought
What if the Buddhist is correct/
About there being no self/
Then in reality there is no reality
Then I pinched myself
Then I thought of how science has proven that there is a self
But realizing that that’s a religion in itself
I became skeptical of the self
Now I sit at my return
It’s all plain nonsense
Just as the logical positivists said it is.
Now I wonder will I be hated for thinking out loud
Even Sun Tzu was reported for feigning dumb
There must be some merit to this | |
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Posted: 2/7/2007 10:16:58 PM | I thought that you thought;
too darn much. All though
it was a very interesting read.
Indeed | |
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Posted: 2/7/2007 10:50:02 PM | Thoughts outloud
This does sorrow me.
and I think,and pray and think,and pray....
I am my brothers keeper
for I am responsible for their welfare...
But then... I'm not my brothers keeper
I am not in authority,but I still must care...
Or I am my brothers keeper
to stand up and warn him that what he has done is wicked or wrong
But because he is my brother
I carried his words of burden,...and grew weaker as the the weight grew strong..
"'Bear ye one anothers burdens and so fullfill the law of Christ"
I will continue to seek my father for the understanding...I pray..I ask....
Thoughts outloud.....
"Man teaches as true the precepts of men"
In all of this,where does our father fit in?
Lovers of their own selves comes from the outside.
So I will continue to ask forgivness
and stay humble as I seek peace and understanding that I can carry inside....
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Posted: 2/8/2007 8:20:36 AM | Dizzabella...thank you for the cheeky thoughts; but they’re not impudent, nor are they insolent to me at all; and know that thy thoughts are always welcome here.
Casheyesblond...fret not...life is laced with these intricate mazes…no-one is without sin…thus, we learn to live with it. Notwithstanding, what that it, is! | |
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Posted: 2/8/2007 8:43:18 AM | Whither to shall this pagan live in peace?
How long does a man evade himself?
The mirror had become a chiding derision!
The weakening; is an infectious disease!
Call the bride groom…
For the latter wine is better than the afore-given.
“The zeal of thine house hath eaten me up.”
But I know what’s in man!!!
Much indoctrination
Many fallacious baptisms
Manmade thoughts
And emotive motives
That art tendentious at every mirroring angle!
And who ever gave the jackal a hearing…
Now I say; for the sake of mercy…
Hearken unto the deceit of the jackals…
Hearken unto the deceit of the coyotes too…
Now that I’ve gotten thy attention,
Look into the why of her nature…
She was slighted…
And thus she betrayed thou.
This was mine only message. This was mine only anger.
It was condoned to despise…until the realization of naught came to pass.
Man will not pardon all men. Man will always vie for the womb, for the throne.
“And all men hath not faith.” Thus many perish in the caves of the Dead Sea Scrolls.
I saw the demon warring therein from day one. Thus, I showed mercy.
Knowing that the wicked repays to kindness betrayal and unrighteousness!
Now capture a large fish
Now remove the gall, the liver, lastly the heart
Now burn them as a sacrifice
The odor of this shall rebuke the demon permanently…
Ah! The pagan’s passion’s hath gone awry!!!
Thine camouflaged secret in thine own eyes…
Was confirmed in the un-hewn-ed stones of Babylon…
“What’s done in the dark shall soon see the light.”
Ah! Torn betwixt the Truth…absolute and whole…
And the un-reality of thy carnal passions!
There I find no mercy…
No compunction…
No repose….
Out of water inside
Yearning salvation in Thirst
Giving gall and vinegar
Realizing that this in not a fancy
They truly vindicate their hatful pride wit mocking hatred…
And they do it…
In the guise of Christian Love!
Labor not for the fame…
Operate not in the contours of duplicity…
Whither to shall this pagan’s ego find refuge?
Whither to shall this pagan live in peace? | |
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Posted: 2/8/2007 7:18:56 PM | Walking through this ambrosial oasis, Of wisdom’s mind
Therein taken refuge, In enchanted chimes
I am immortalized, In this motionless time
Seeing waterfalls, Of joyous, Feverish climbs
Seeing smiles, That endured, The unholy grim pines
But I’m still pinning the signs
Somewhere, Within that invisible me
Somewhere, Deep beneath, That firing Sea. | |
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Posted: 2/8/2007 7:30:16 PM | I really like those last two AM
Great writes both 
Much wisdom
Particularly like the last 2 lines of the one above
Somewhere, Within that invisible me
Somewhere, Deep beneath, That firing Sea. | |
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Posted: 2/8/2007 7:35:17 PM | | Saltytowers...you inspirit me deeply...I thank you, for inspiring me deeply. | |
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Posted: 2/8/2007 8:13:15 PM | Now mesmerized by curious arts
I sat there entranced by the viding heart
We vibe to no small vibe
I was moved to ask
For her hand a chance
We continued
To verbally dance into the early moon lit
Her sight became mine
Her poetic sentences affect
The mystical wine
I shine in her candescence
The nethermost sections of her quintessence
Canonize me herein
Ratify this where hath she been
Deep within
The Tigris Mansuetude | |
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Posted: 2/8/2007 9:16:25 PM | The parents of a Precocious Child!
Father, most accustomed to escapology…
Raging, an alcoholic on the wagon, no apologies…
But in the morning, if only for a minute, she must return to herself…
Therefrom, facetiously grinning…
“Did I infringe upon mothers 4 day binge?”
“Hath I embarrassed thee, felt thee affronted before thy carousing friends?”
Froward to harmony he is…
And that night became a terrible fright for that-couldn’t be a kid.
Indelicate smiles, chiding howls, deliberately befouled…
Only to rob the innocence, of that most precocious-couldn’t be a child!
Ignoble hag…sacrilegious, spiritual toe tag…
Causing schisms he does…worshiping the isms just because…
I forebear from shredding in pieces his soul…
A new shout will sprout in due toll!
Search beneath the veneer…
And cheer not before ye feeleth the halls of Hades…
She is the paragon of what’s askew,
Terrorizing God’s babies…
Envenoming the illumined by waters…
Shackled with heavy sleep…
Mounted on illusions in cocaine harbor…
How must angel dust can one soul engulf…
I follower her to the grave at a distance…
Lamenting…this precocious child…
And this lamented sackcloth! | |
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Posted: 2/8/2007 9:41:31 PM | Dark and lonely on a summer's night
Kill my landlord
Kill my landlord
Watchdog barking
Do he bite?
Kill my landlord
Kill my landlord
Slip in his window
Break his neck
Then his house
I start to wreck
Got no reason
What the heck
Kill my Landlord
Kill my landlord
C-I-L-L
my l a n d l o r d
is he not the man that lives within?
my alter ego
microwaved cell tower rage
remnants of dreams and greatness
roadside crouching tiger hotdog stands
blurring my illusions
holding my folded face against the floor
frivolous smoky poetry on napkins
the dark surge of melancholy
an overlooked Lisfranc malady
the **** of injustice and pain of it all
rich **stards making me jump through hoops
shoulda stayed in school blues
the Sovereign me in a green tea paradise
limitless freefall with no regrets
living cell remuneration
addicts who kill the truth left in them
leaving me no choice
"I got yur mother right here"
~The End~
racing behind me again | |
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Posted: 2/8/2007 9:41:48 PM | Dark and lonely on a summer's night
Kill my landlord
Kill my landlord
Watchdog barking
Do he bite?
Kill my landlord
Kill my landlord
Slip in his window
Break his neck
Then his house
I start to wreck
Got no reason
What the heck
Kill my Landlord
Kill my landlord
C-I-L-L
my l a n d l o r d
is he not the man that lives within?
my alter ego
microwaved cell tower rage
remnants of dreams and greatness
roadside crouching tiger hotdog stands
blurring my illusions
holding my folded face against the floor
frivolous smoky poetry on napkins
the dark surge of melancholy
an overlooked Lisfranc malady
the **** of injustice and pain of it all
rich **stards making me jump through hoops
shoulda stayed in school blues
the Sovereign me in a green tea paradise
limitless freefall with no regrets
living cell remuneration
addicts who kill the truth left in them
leaving me no choice
"I got yur mother right here"
~The End~
racing behind me again | |
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