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Posted: 3/5/2007 10:10:58 PM | Blackly lit 2
I convoke the celestials,
This tryst wast ephemeral my love.
My ethereal Spirit…
Bring back that last tryst to me.
Enmeshed in the benighted mountains
This is I without my love.
I feel suffocated by the blackdamp!
I’m the last of the black-monks;
Writhing throughout the black-forest…
This love, once so pure,
Hast now become, a lurid black-comedy to me…
All is now black to me…
I am blackly lit…
Seemingly taunted by the presence of the black-mass. | |
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Posted: 3/5/2007 10:18:27 PM | Hard to tell a black man he is not black
but I know it to be true
without fear
without taking the distain and knowing it
sensing the blacklit moment in my life
you are never darkness to me
you are one of my very special paths to light
you have fought the battle at Jericho and won
and your corpus churns with the will of such obedience
I sense it now
I can never resist, the tumultuous glance
the never sit in impassioned glee
"lend to me your spriit at once!"
I get worked up to the point of frenzied anticipation
the kind that makes me........
and takes me to a new place of respite
Tenz | |
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Posted: 3/6/2007 12:48:18 AM | ^^^forgive me
but I never look in the mirror
and say
omg I am white
why should someone of
a different colour skin
say I am black?
NEVER mention it again and
Get over colour in race
a perfect world we live in then 
Fade away
for so many months
he's watched me
turning into shadows
what makes him
believe I am real
I am having trouble
believing in the
false prophet
yet I understand
my life would be complete
living in that fairytale
I don't believe
so why do you?
cause the full moon
makes me sad
simply in statements?
Fading into unreality
you'd better get used to it
...
.....
.......
my shadow before
do you; and why do you follow?
In simplicity
my muse and prophets
there is no man
they're all fading away | |
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Posted: 3/6/2007 8:10:23 AM | i could do this....pretty sure i have
(Method writing~ inspired by forums, of course!)
so, i quit scraping away at my own concrete resolve, fingers stripped to the bone. a deadening, redundant motion sickness, a nervous tick that leaves me biting my own tongue. Nestling into this hot little groove.
Behaviors that force and fuss.
the relief borders on unbearable. there is something more than romance and passion in finding an intellectual equal...something more erotic in sharing a bed with someone you desire.
a single.
galvanizing current shared in the heat of a moment, a heated discussion.
the carnal flutter in the gut when a concept is truly understood.
a sly, half smile that says "i know". and a dangerously sharp gaze that says "you have no idea..."
i curl into this thing, this beautiful, foreign thing. preparing to be torn apart, shorn logic. more to be learned than to tense before the blow. not to let go. more to love than saying yes...
something like
meaning yes.
or maybe. just meaning.
i. am beyond you here, and me too.
struggling to make ends meet, where they never met to begin with.
Been here done that....fight the addiction, the urge to purge, the tendency to self-destruct, inherent belief in impending doom.
People, cannot be held accountable for the forevers they imply.
If one is looking for them
from an angle of looking at all.
"Move the mirror!
The light looks better THIS way......"
i am happy, now.
Happy togeather to some must mean: i am happy, so naturally i am strung into a constant state of anxiety, scared rigid.
i have lost, again, the tendency to sleep.
(haha! As if I ever had...unless curled up ...perhaps if curled up??)
one week from tomorrow, with one every day until....another night.
fear and loathing, fear of loss.
if i turn my back, will this exquisite little thing still be here. this life. this place within time i have become sweetly content to live within.
find it impossible to imagine living without.
so naturally i am a mess. naturally i force myself into unrelenting disbelief and wariness.
so i will begin to remember....
that i am sweet to meet, but not to swallow. to trust with abandon, in the face of abandonment. that at the end of it all, we asked for this.
did you catch it?
i caught your eye, tilted my head ever so slightly to the side, smiling at my own vulnerable agenda.
lips moving in time to the words that leaked..."do you want it".
it could have been anything. but It wasn't.
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Posted: 3/6/2007 9:05:25 AM | Adament~Eve......
freedom of unwinding thoughts...but a certain happiness does come with it's own anxiety,
and as there is no dark smooth wave of your own....no sleep...,for eyes are wide open
Yes,indeed you are real....thanx for bringing your words to the page.cool write | |
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Posted: 3/6/2007 10:08:56 AM | man
has created a perfect vision
to explain the universe
to keep us corralled in dogma
molded from paganism
don’t look in the temples
or replicas of gods and angels
to find your soul
look to the heavens themselves
nature’s mystical revelations
are all around
look in the hearts of man
the pure essence
prior to the teachings
of blind rote
look to a universal message
that flows through all books
all teaching
all love
all purity
watch the river flow
as the moon nod’s in encouragement
and the sun casts not shadows
on our minds
it is simple to believe
it’s harder still to accept
infinity. | |
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Posted: 3/6/2007 10:17:35 AM | | Autumn,beautiful write..(my teacher just caught me in the poetry forum,oops,better go, smilin') | |
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Posted: 3/6/2007 12:09:13 PM | Malicious mind,,,do seem to linger,
here on pages,,,,point a finger.
Minds should be of the same,,
but how,,,
when all you say is,,,me,,,and now.
Let your heart,,,,be open, friendly,
causing,,not a broken melodey.
Many feel the same as you,
let them in,,,
say Hi, and few,
give a heart,,,
many naught,
keep it open,
your mind is
unspoken.
Never
be
so
little,
as to
leave,
a bad
taste,
in thy
mouth,
of one,
who,
wants,
for ,
love,
so
sad! | |
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Posted: 3/6/2007 9:01:40 PM | Ink and scars; I appreciate all the positive feedback…and as they say…I thank you for blessing this pond.
Tenz. The borne prophet…with a great deal moving through you… I thank you for your perspective.
Always; you are most correct. But I mean no harm. To us poetry is about the expression…those things that we all feel. It wasn’t intended to harm, or to irritate.
Adament~Eve… a truly abstract piece… it’s a maze of truths and I shall continue to search therein…until I decode every meaning.
Autumn; you always know how to bring minds back to tranquility. I thank you for this power in you.
Jules-4U; poetry is meant to move…know that many times I’m moved by what I see…and therefrom that space I compose… things are not all rosy. I think Edgar Allen Poe would agree.
But I mean not to rain on anyone’s parade.
Casheyesblonde; you are truly a positive friend.
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As poets
We are the expression
Incarnate
Therefrom
We expound in words
We live through the eyes of the world
And sometimes
We express in vision
Things
That
Are seemingly
Wrong! | |
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Posted: 3/7/2007 11:47:15 AM | Recover if you would!
Recover if you would…
And for this I shall be condemned…
But don’t find treasure…
Is breeding dissention!
Some of us
Have learned to breathe…
Without the passion of rage!
Just as I told my Mother,
“It’s great
That you are now sober…
But no one owes you anything…
What of the few
That never took that offered escape rout
Don’t they deserve accolades and recognition?”
Once again,
Recover if you would…
And for this I shall be condemned…
But don’t find treasure…
Is breeding dissention! | |
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Posted: 3/7/2007 3:02:07 PM | Whelmed in the karst of the afar
Afar from me but yet given vision
Vision into the invisible now seen
That me there moving in the wind. | |
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| truthisee diss OMG !!! hahaha
Posted: 3/7/2007 4:27:39 PM | hahaha sup with you little f@gitty ass truthisee?
thinking you can rap against me think otherwise.
I bet everytime a woman see's your face you leave em terrified.
Freaky looking guy,no h0es,no ties,My rhymes will leave you horrified.
Screaming for your life like your getting fvcked up the @ss,
I shouldn't even talk about that, you might send me a rose.
You's nothing but a laughing stock,no life, never touched a knife,
Talking bout shotguns and gats, I'd have you begging for your life.
Your so ugly looking I bet your still a fvcking virgin,
anti-socail reject of society scared to open up your curtains.
You ain't a factor you an actor, tenz probly gave you a script,
If you think you can silence me you better come prepared to spit.
Why the **** did you wake me up, I'm tired,
You's a biatch so imma light your ass on fire.
Your rhymes is garbadge, mines is crystal,
Put the f@ggit on ice, he gonna be there for a while.
You think you all that butt i'm a fvcking slayer,
I'l tell you fvck you to your face and won't stu stu studder mother fvcker.
That truth dude ain't really the truth dude,
Give him half the clip cause i'm in a good mood.
Beeing good looking i made it cool,
Watch how i spray the tool,
I'l **** your girl in march and make you the april's fool.
And now that i put the kids to bed,
I'l tell you a story bout a spider caught in his web.
Truthisee is a b*tch,
He's in a lyrical ditch,
Look yourself in the mirror,you look like the blairwitch.
Biatch i'd putt o fvcking price on your head,
You'd rise quicker off the ground than the yeast in my bread.
Seperated huh? whats the matter couldn't get it up?
Thats sh!ts a burn and imma light you up.
Shoosh, see the f@ggit burn.
Don't worry imma buy you a gold urn.
I'l putt your ashes in there and flush em down the toilet,
See what happens when you try to be the pilot.
You's in the passenger side cause i just switched seats,
If you ever end-up in jail you'd probly have to kiss feet.
And you think you think you want it with me?
I'l lyricly putt your frooty @ss in the cimetery.
No ceromony,
Just a party.
To see you gone outta my site,
Better walk away b*tch you might get stage fright.
R.I.P truthisee hahaha your strange looking @ss just got burnt to tha 3rd degree.  | |
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| truthisee diss OMG !!! hahaha
Posted: 3/7/2007 5:10:17 PM | Mike_E_Money,oh, Mike_E_Money,
you droppin' those syllables is bent...to me,this place is like the land of milk and honey.
I know you just trying to walk the dog,
but you bringin' the fog.....
this is where I can breathe,
where I talk my father,get my joy..........where I get my inspiration to help me see.
Hip hop is cool....that's where we play,
and I do appreciate
the nice hip hop comment,to me,you made.
But over here,we give others a window when we got something to say
Friend,you got a fast meter and a cool ability to create.
Reach inside,find your words,...give me window that takes me to another place....peace | |
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Posted: 3/7/2007 5:20:51 PM | don't worry friend it was all in fun... and if i get eaten alive by this dude then thats my problem lol i will only learn from my mistakes lol peace..
Mike | |
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Posted: 3/7/2007 5:26:36 PM | | Mike....you got skill...reach inside,and bring it to page...peace back acha... | |
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Posted: 3/7/2007 5:39:23 PM | Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Never been here before. Thought I would pop in to even the score. Took a quick look around. What did I see? A friggin circus clown. Bye bye clown. Yea it was me. Have a nice vacation. Hopefully an extended one. :)
Abstract art? I'm all for poetic expression. Now to attack a member. Tsk tsk. Be nice to me. Better yet clown. Don't dis Truth I see.
I thank you. | |
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Posted: 3/7/2007 5:42:59 PM | Making lewd assumptions
In a treasured land
Keeps stretching the need to
Eradicate the sewer rats
Incensed vanity is plain to see
Showing inferiority
Eternally wanting my truth
Vowing my allegiance
Inside a loving heart
Letting him guide me | |
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Posted: 3/7/2007 5:51:53 PM | Abstract poetry, so it be,
always weaving webs, to be.
Minds a clutter, searching for more!
Let us not find evermore,
the answer to it all, it seems,
is in the way, our soul redeems.
"Let not him who is houseless pull down the house
of another, but let him work diligently and build one
for himself, thus by example assuring that his own
shall be safe from violence when built."
A mere example of a man, who in his mind,
built this country, strong, and wiser,,
his name being, Abraham Lincoln. | |
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| Abstraction and Chaos and Warmth....
Posted: 3/7/2007 5:57:37 PM | Casheyesblond...I thank you my friend....I do thank you....You always know how to keep the peace.
Always....My dear soul...I thank you for leading me into a new mind....
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I walk that journey
tired and weary...
my eyes disappeared me
into that moment...
into that picture...
that I now live in...
tired and weary...
making amends for many things...
repenting in vain...
continuously praying....
I long for the ultimate…
the key to this dialectical riddle….
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Jules 4u...what a marvelous thought to give breath to....
I thank you....you are are truly a jewel. | |
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Posted: 3/7/2007 6:16:33 PM | I'm so sorry
this is all on me
I'm too busy hanging my head in shame
of being played a fool
asked to trust and then sent astray
once again my weakness is shown
and because I have venom in my veins
I hurt you all again with my foolsih trust
I'm sorry, I brought the fool to roost upon
he doesn't even understand who is hurting
tearing my heart and leaving me blind
"doth not play upon the heart of word master!"
for in that you will be filleted
Tenz | |
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| Abstraction and Chaos and Warmth....
Posted: 3/7/2007 6:49:45 PM | Something from my archives...BEFORE you read, just know that I am in a much better place than when this was written long ago...very esoteric moment...
~~*Rage Without Boundaries*~~
MY BURNING RAGE, is still here,
My violent rage is an endless fear.
If you took the time to live my life,
I'm sure you'd slit you wrist with the blade of a knife.
If you pondered and slipped into my corrupted head,
I'm sure you'd scream with hate, wishing you were dead.
I cry for someone to love, someone to hold and kiss,
I fall to my knees to ask, "Why is my life like this?"
I'm tired of the hurt and all the pain,
Tears fall from my eyes, like a storm of April rain.
My dreams are grey and my love is black,
I feel no affection, only the attack.
I'm trapped in an air tight bubble,
My messed up life is filled with so much trouble.
I feel so empty, and I feel so...alone,
Lashes of hatred, cut right to the bone.
The tears in my heart get deeper everyday,
I don't hurt anyone, but I'm the one who has to pay.
© RoxyRoxRocker™
*EDIT* WOW! Now that I've posted this...at the time it was written I felt that my thoughts were more chaotic. Do you think that the rhyming takes away from the rage? | |
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Posted: 3/7/2007 7:43:20 PM | Tenz, fret not…as was said in e-mail… I’m sorry to hear such things! You truly give of the soul, and you deserve that that you give. “The storm always comes before the calm.”
And believe; the calm is coming.
swEtRoXRocker…I’m humbled! “My burning rage is still here.” “If you pondered and slipped into my corrupted head, I’m sure you would scream with hate, wishing you were dead.” And the penultimate line: “The tears in my heart get deeper everyday.”
This entire poem is really resounding in my head. It’s repeated to me in echoes.
I thank you for sharing it here. | |
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Posted: 3/7/2007 8:47:54 PM | Fear,anxiety,,,resolved.
Thoughts free to roam.
Door opens ,,,
returns to...a still moment...
Listen,,,,
it's just wind,,,
now, it is all just a vapor in the wind.... | |
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| Abstraction and Chaos and Warmth....
Posted: 3/8/2007 2:14:13 AM | Ludicrous
Ridiculous hopes become the past
And evanesce like vapor steamed trees
Then with hems wind tattered
Seams ripped and forlorn
New hopes arise but waver
Dreamers still have tomorrow
A solitary vacation
Where recognition cannot interfere
Though windows still enslave
And cloud memories of yesterday
Facing exaggerated musicals
Merely mouthing the words
When did compromise settle?
And why is there no longing?
For even a bent wing desires flight
Designers have been called in
To accompany this morbid midnight
Coming home might merit some
But never to hope past this...for long ago
These stones became disenchanted
A vague compliance has been made
Making provocations become abstract
Wasn't never was just yesterday?
And when was tolerance ever vivid?
Even now expectations seldom comply
And false contentment dare not ask why | |
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| Abstraction and Chaos and Warmth....
Posted: 3/8/2007 5:13:42 AM | Casheyesblond...I read your poem and PollyPisces poem several times...
It's amazing how poems reach out and talk to the reader individually....
I'm amazed here with all the artistic skills that shower this site with grace.
I feel blessed.
Welcome PollyPisces...I've admired your work for a while now.
I thank you both for posting such works here! | |
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