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| | Abstract RhythmsPage 2 of 93 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41) | Our last passion
This heart thumps and throbs provoked by thy mere presence
I become thy essence
Taking refuge in thy soul
We become entrenched in painful passion
Thrusting through the magic
Ecstatic surpass the point of explosion
Then we sit
Gazing into each others mind
Gifted to find
The mystique of our sublime
Thy countenance glisten’s like no other
I then in explicit detail outline to you my love
We therein become Romeo and Juliet without tragic end
Where thus have we gone, within thy matrix, captured!
Every tune has become our song
We yearn to be enraptured evermore, our amore!
The last passion… we’ll therein enter… | |
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Posted: 11/20/2006 8:16:10 AM | Thee no good!
“Truly this is a grief that I must bear”
Sit and stare
Fleetingly not
I wish not care
You oppose
I rose
Wishing my thumbs cut off and my toes frozen cold
Maybe benumbing my life is thy pleasurable hype
Given an opportunity ye would rip the stemming soul of my write! | |
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Posted: 11/20/2006 8:20:21 AM | Hiya N and W,
Reading some of your work and it's pretty damn good!!!!
Keep them coming!!!
Sam | |
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Posted: 11/20/2006 5:20:19 PM | | Mari Sam, I thank you in Spirit for the Motivational inspiration! It's that exact motivation that propels me to dig out the heart of my Soul... I thank you for enduing me with this needed courage to do such! The journey has been long… luckily!!! Still waters run deep! | |
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Posted: 11/23/2006 11:13:12 AM | Dead Calm!!!
Ye walk me through
Through the aftermath of Surging Storm
THREE HUNRED THOUSAND DEAD!!!
I see versions of visions
Versions of visions in the flesh Breathing, No air left,
An Oasis of deadening calm…
And ye remain calm
In the midst of Dead Calm
I’m disgusted tears falling beyond calm! | |
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Posted: 11/25/2006 7:48:18 PM | Purgatory borne!
But I bewail no cry,
No foolish howling, no prayerful why.
I perish in this storm mourning in the silent night!
But never alone! | |
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Msg: 32 | |
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Posted: 11/25/2006 7:53:47 PM | Never alone... tho alone the night
of darkness
judge is right
supposedly
dread of dead i carry
the
newness...with witness
of my love who loved me not....
....i tarry...
...i the dawn
....will marry | |
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Posted: 11/25/2006 9:24:39 PM | Just Abstract
No! Never alone!
Even though entrenched in darkness
The kiss of spirit is present
Though one must be cautious!
The arbitrator of all disputes
Alleviates this most alarming dread
And death is but a memory that no longer plagues us dead.
We break anew to therein bear witness
Witnessing aside ourselves
Of a love that was uncertain of the Harmony.
I tarry also at times
Trapped in a trance beyond the dawning…
Chanting though the serpent is spawning…
Unable to repose though my heart is sorrowing. | |
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Posted: 11/26/2006 11:18:00 AM | The Holy Ghost Touch!
Suddenly a torrent of mystic tongues fell upon me
“This is thy Truth”
Interpret that abstraction!
Now at the foot of this journey
I see-eth a women sitting upon a red horse;
What is that sword for?
Suddenly a torrent of mystic tongues fell upon me once again.
“Where have thou been?”
“What did ye see thou Son of Man?” | |
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Posted: 11/26/2006 2:40:34 PM | Ponder!
How pure are we not?
My proud adversary with thy double tongue
And thy double heart…
GOD blesses the blind!
For novitiates are blissful.
I have crashed through the facade;
Though, the ransom was long ago purloined.
And I long to encompass my precious,
With no picture of progress;
How bittersweet such innocence can become!
“Thou irreligious simpleton without focus of what make-eth thee stumble!”
I wish thee the love of thy own projection
As I ravish free from the struggle. | |
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Posted: 11/30/2006 8:23:05 PM | Limpid two
Easily, give a man life
And unless humbled
That man shall become proud.
Easily, give an arrogant person love
And the more ye love them, the less ye art loved.
Easily, I walk this dark rail road
Haunted through the war; but I claim not the victory.
Easily, if we were to fail, the spectators would smile.
Easily, I bend down refusing to lap up the water as does a dog.
By not doing such, I was made part of the victory.
Easily, I shed a tear when alone; girding on the sackcloth of heaven.
Easily I give my last, just to feel the heart smile.
Easily, the One is smiling upon us with favor in the One Eye.
Easily, we’ll befoul the root when given an opportunity.
Easily, we can all lose our immunity!
Easily!
Plain and simple!?
Easily! | |
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Posted: 12/1/2006 9:32:03 PM | Awaken the hidden!
Notwithstanding assiduous transcendence through meditation,
Ascertaining the results of living have maintained aloof.
I attempt to sky-scrape; shadowed why?
Howbeit, these murky liaisons have consumed me.
Seemingly my presence is the utterance of a byword.
The existence of a chameleon, my mortal allotted lot;
Opposed by the angel of repose!
I’m cognitive.
Far too cognitive of my impending recompensed iniquities.
They cause me to refuge in the heart of mourning.
Indecorous oppositions!
Deciduous this mental Warfare!
Ancient secrets speaking they are!
“Dig my young child
Dig beyond the volcanoes under the sea
Violently surge and storm
Storm through thy own Soul…” | |
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Posted: 12/1/2006 9:54:00 PM | my sweet soul... give me a moment
I long to tell your name...
to the multitudes, for it rings so true
divine
hidden in me is a sight for eyes that somehow can be masked for what I am NOW!
I am broken by wasted time, never changing, never knowing my shame
I cannot touch it these days, my moral compass cannot allow my fears, my weakness to prevail
I WONDER PLENTY, and marvel at how he can bring me up from that place of pain!
that recklessness, to offer my heart to know that I will never be the same....
I write my dance, I write my company... today
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Posted: 12/1/2006 10:10:22 PM | Discernment!
Lunch was bittersweet.
This dungeon has become home.
Too many forsaken souls,
Journeying without focus,
Rotten through the center,
Purgatory grows.
Hélène gingerly approaches
Inquiring direction
Wayfaring aimlessly through time…
I’m circumspect in this motion.
This black-widow is candescent,
So I retreat.
How does one defuse the anger of rejection?
The nights are made vacant.
But the silence is proud.
We communicated.
My intangibly tangible ABBA!
With whom can I share this divinity? | |
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Posted: 12/2/2006 8:41:42 AM | Please! Permit me to find words to express myself at length. Bear with me, and I shall mystically stumble upon thoughtful wordings that adequately expose that what it be that I feel at this very moment. I pause, just to beckon my ancient spirit not to permit me loss of this very moment. I therein saw ye, and I was instantly struck, galvanized by that forceful wisdom depicted in thy eyes, thy subtle but insinuative gestures… thy countenance summonses of words that have yet to be given birth. I fear that if I speak too much I may frighten! But I’m compelled to push forth and abandon those would be cumbersome intrusions. I fain to believe that I will be received… upon the reception of what ye feel. Aforetime I must admit that I am a dreamer. But I attempt to beguile thee not; I have never been galvanized by a woman such as thee, depicted in what pours forth is an untouched reality. I throw riddles aside; no room for foolish pride, given an opportunity I would dare induce the vibe… I now sigh!
I do confess love, love unbeknownst to reason; maybe it’s the affectation of this whence doth it cometh from season. Nay, it couldn’t be true… it mustn’t be true… I’m awestruck… bedazzled by mere sight… enraptured by you! I mean not to trespass I only mean passion, awaken my heart’s desire soon and therewith permit us to cultivate destinies attraction.
Spontaneously induced by you, and thus, composed in thy honor… | |
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Posted: 12/2/2006 8:52:26 AM | NandW,
you are truly a romantic my friend...
the passion in lest I persish is incredible, That awestruck is what we should enliven to!
tenz, excellent!!! | |
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| If I must Perish!
Posted: 12/2/2006 4:31:39 PM | If I must Perish!
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In looking to the heavens for truth I was reminded of a simple gift
to open to the door for anyone to enter, I say this with a contrite heart...
when the day is long
who is really right and who is wrong?
who keeps tabs on this business
to decide justice against belligerence
if i must perish let me first drink of your wine
to sit and savor the fruity, dry, calm of your essence
it won't cost a thing, just my soul!
but a worthwhile pursuit, one of my better, I'm afraid
seemingly awestruck, sent again to wage my earnings
I toss it all on a 14 black, and win!
how is that so... the gods must be shining down on me!
I don't ask these questions for they have already been answered | |
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Posted: 12/2/2006 4:35:03 PM | Majestically spoken! I am merely a Slave!
Ephod’s being is burning in fury,
Disenchanting the carcass;
The camouflage is fire, the combustion of Sheol.
The Lord’s hand is upon us, an inexorable compulsion.
We merely obey or perish; legendary Apostates, the new age Proselytes.
The riddles are held close to sacred hearts.
And that spoken out overtly is suspect, held in suspicion.
The lord’s hand is upon us.
Notwithstanding the wretched infidel I am!
I suffer proudly; given these unfathomable graces of Salvation’s compulsion.
Struggling against the spectator’s armor of taint; am I alone? Ah! Alas!
Haunted by the Prince of Rebellion, only to summons death aside the left side
Of the serpent’s heart; I pray this be-eth a false vision.
The almighty is raging, set aflame anon in this mind-state.
As mother perishes over yonder; her granddaughter is oblivious to her breath.
How pitifully miserable we are!
Evidently so, for the stars no more request our attention.
I listen, suffering the wails of purgatory born warriors.
A sorrow like unto our sorrow, this unyielding edifying torture.
It mutilates the intangible, hitherto only intangible to the unseen.
The unknown; unknown to the root repenting the coming wrath!
How thirsty we were before the coming of quench.
More so then Sheol, begging Truth to encompass us about!
No escape… thus we cycle… eternally afflicted with Convection.
My derision, my strength!
EPHOD 2004 | |
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Posted: 12/2/2006 4:42:08 PM | .
"...it seems we are convicted, the almighty is raging...everywhere!"
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Posted: 12/2/2006 4:43:49 PM | | With each expression, you show a piece of the war. You are thoroughly aware, intenzity. Thoroughly aware! | |
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Posted: 12/3/2006 12:33:38 PM | Even Warriors Cry Poetry!
Brevity is marvelous.
Especially when the encounter is serene;
And I would never glean the crops bare.
I leave the excessive remnants behind for those in thirst.
In thirst of this life beyond reality! Envisioned beyond the false sense of sanity!
I see that ye tremble with anxiety though.
You believe that I would condemn you.
Condemn you for being in pain?
Condemn you for some man capitalizing,
Capitalizing off of your fear, your innocent pain?
O’ God, please!
Know me better than that.
You think I would leave your side
As I endure too
This agony
This melancholy
That will not vanquish from my side?
During the sore of thy travail!
Please!
Know me better than that.
Alas! I fear that this grief will never be gone.
Grief, ah! Forever be merciful!
But I’d wipe your tears
Only if you need it
Because Shedding tears doesn’t make us feeble.
Enfeeble not the Spirit!
For see, I shed the lakes often-time too
Heartfelt in prayer! Dying in cycles without avail!
Even Warriors Cry Poetry!
Maybe I came along in due time.
We’ve been torn apart, so freely I love you.
Love you without motive, without the lust!
I wish not to be the broken heart.
And I wish not to induce the broken heart.
Please believe, especially not yours.
Our Dear Sara, Mother of the virtuous Warriors! | |
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Posted: 12/3/2006 1:49:11 PM | Dissonance
If I lie to want of this
It's dissonance spoken as the fallen mind
opened
closed
changed
deranged
It's chord has nothing, no sound unfound
It's rhyme is beating, phrygian and cold
It's always where it stands
A thing that's raised in it's grand misunderstanding
It is subtle irony when Its resolve is found
though since noone showed me how it knew to live
It won't be unwound. | |
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Posted: 12/3/2006 1:57:57 PM | | I thank you, Handyman. Once again, you have placed new thoughts in my mind. | |
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Posted: 12/3/2006 8:48:46 PM | The Spirit’s Vibration!
This energy in my chest is loud.
The Spirits have assuredly become one.
What is it that I need to reckon with?
What is this message?
All the while
I recognize that Belial is present
Attempting desperately to off course this compulsion;
But the Spiritual frequencies are too forceful, too loud.
I can’t stop, thus I ravish forth.
Why are my eyes heavy?
What is this intensifying vibration?
From where doth it cometh?
Wow! I heard that silent whisper!
You mean to tell me that it is us all!
This ancient old secret…
I feel Blessed to be a part of this Spiritual vibration.
This most exhilarating manifestation!
I can’t stop breathing.
Dear unimaginable ABBA
Never permit me to stop breathing.
What is this motion?
Once again I hear the whispers!
Is that my dead sister?
Ah! Just as I feared,
The oceans are now surging.
This Spiritual compulsion,
Our compulsion;
Whence is its origin?
Indeed, the root be-eth the Truth.
Our Truth!
“The power of the endless life,”
Attempt to dissuade me not, Belial;
I must torrent forth.
I must penetrate what’s esoteric.
I must meet God, while still breathing in this mortal carcass.
“Our hearts are restless until they repose in thee.”
“Woe be-eth me if I bespeaketh not!”
“Since mute are even the most eloquent.”
I shall make known this Spiritual connection that we all adore.
I am driven, driven without motive.
Belial, be hence thou removed! And that be-eth the word spoken!
I shall confess, I will confess the face of Truth.
The visitations are pouring in,
Descending and ascending upon this Son of man.
“I know not whence I came into this dying life (shall I call it)
Or living death?”
But I respect the secrets of God;
Knowing in thy sight we are all but mere filthy rags.
This energy in my chest is loud.
The Spirits have assuredly become one.
What is it that I need to reckon with?
What is this message? | |
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Posted: 12/8/2006 7:42:08 PM | The first love at sight!
Never to be relived!
Never lonely said I
And she replied the same
We don’t even know each others name
We merely met on the grey-hound
We chatted poetically for hours
She’s a Russian enchanter
And I, I was consciously in Sedona
We embraced in Nirvana
Or shall I say we became the Tao!
Something special indeed! | |
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