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Posted: 3/9/2007 11:45:13 PM | | swetroxrocker, this is a very electric poem......the words therein ripple through the mind..... I am touched and moved deeply by your poetry. I thank for sharing you with us all! | |
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Posted: 3/10/2007 10:21:03 AM | Never ignore your senses!
Images of God
Float through his mind
Questions of doubt
Become the manifest glory
But what of these images of God
What of those whispers
Why do they haunt him/
Only when he’s sober?
Now he decides to journey
Over yon Mt. Sinai
He meets a thaumaturgist
This aged old worker of miracles
He begins to utter his plight
But the shaman already knows
So the explanation was trite
Yet the man must speak
In order to be understood
For unspoken understanding
Is excruciatingly disconcerting
He must be understood
The thaumaturgist urges him
Into the silent world
Teaching him how to hear the stillness
The whispers became loud
And very distinctly clear
He awakens, the shaman is gone
But is the young-man aware?
Is the young man free? | |
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Posted: 3/10/2007 10:21:25 AM | An unreality!
To his family
The pariah he is
Distorted by false visions
He proclaims prophet
Forever babbling in riddles
He now sits in the insane asylum
Completely naked
In a padded room | |
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Posted: 3/10/2007 10:43:27 AM | Can I join him there?...three squares and some damn fine drugs....
Godless.
Sanity is not required...
Listless ventilation succuming to..
A venom rush of expanded horizens...
Purple pills...
Cheap thrills..
God kills..
I am the catastrophe looming..
Quenching my thirst by unreality's blue milk..
A frustraded facination with fictitious flights of fancy...
Find me falling fingering my whore god...
Careening a super highway of misinformation...
Slamming head-on a scream of twisted metal...
The blood is my memorys..
Drink deep and remember frailty..
Find me in a darkened room...
Eating the shadows..
Sliver by sliver...
Laughing without reason...
A harlot of hallucinations..
A victim..
Of their Reality....
Spent.
T. | |
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Posted: 3/10/2007 11:26:12 AM | Jester.
Yup, I am the abstract humor of an non-life unfullfilled(?)
The scarlet whore lays with me feeding my pleasure..
Poisoned apples and grapes from a dieing branch..
Adam's reciting poetry and strumming a guitar made of Eve's flesh..
The sky is purple and the sun is a cat's eye...
Clouds are orange in the shape of tomorrow..
I'm naked..
Baring my soul's residue..
A sharp contrast to the emptyness of the Darwin deception..
Homer tells me I'm crazy..
Plato shakes his head..
Einstein's stealing my muse..
I'm famished by mind sex...
My spirit is hungry...
Event horizen sucked me dry...
Now I reside on a hammock...
By a beach with no name..
Samauel's searving me funky drinks..
Colors of a hellish nature...
Yeah, I need a vacation...
Maybe an abstract lounge chair...
On the banks of Styx..
Watch the ferry-man do tricks..
For a coin or two..
..T.. | |
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Posted: 3/10/2007 11:27:42 AM |
The thaumaturgist urges him
Into the silent world
Teaching him how to hear the stillness
The whispers became loud
thaumaturgist
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speak the truth, tell no lies
beneath the withered expanse of time
the magic corner breeds to the oxen
tell of wonder and speak loud your truth
fierce wind flows horizontal and sweetly
dancing on the waves of time and peering in the distance
wandering winter pink cloud moments of fresh air
the lance in his heart, that makes him holy
holy, he is........ teacher, truth teller
love incarnate...........
O.... be you, teach me............ my thaumaturgist
Tenz | |
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| Abstract Jester
Posted: 3/10/2007 12:15:14 PM | /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
I am the Jester, the babbling stooge
one who eats from a pig troff
and drinks wine from her navel
I am a driving rain of fools complexity
drunk baboon in the San Diego zoo
colors of orange fingers with semi-sweet morsels
Homer forgot he was not born by Groenig's Pen
Plato build my house with Play-doh
and whatever I do...................
I'm on vacation from a real life
I'm exposed to be nothing more than a riddle
I live with Seuss in a large hopper kaddimel
my abstraction from my own brain
tells Einstein to go take a seat
while I teach him true lessons
I am Domination, and rule
I am sitting in a wall hanging with Monet
dancing with Andromeda
waking to see yet another day
full of snow capped mountains
lime green sunday school dreams
incapable leanings, and fortified cereal
fought in the battle and told to be surreal........
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Tenz | |
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Posted: 3/10/2007 12:59:11 PM | Amazing writes on all these different pages ...you boyzz and ladiezz...definitely feeds the pyche.
And Truthisee,your poem,the jester...makes one be able to smile
about it all a little bit....seems to break it down for us.
Where is that beach with no name?....
you cracking me up...good line | |
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Posted: 3/10/2007 3:54:40 PM | Glad I a(muse) you Cash...ok, that was dry.....but I couldn't help it.....how about this one..
Death's wearin a g-string again..
Pestalence is wearin a toothless grin..
He likes em boney..
Satan can't pry himself away from the mirror..
Divine Image combining self masturbation..
Famine's starving for a mouthful...
War won't stop killin the guests..
Cherub's are drunk again..
Keep flyin into walls...
Little perverts..
False prophet's droppin them mad verses...
Dante won't stop coughing..(bad cold)..
Socrates is pouring the wine..
(Don't get him started)...
Freud's drunk again...
Tellin everyone their fvked..
Poe is arguing with Elvis...
Mercury's gyrating..(k, that was cold)..
Caligula's banging the horses...
Partial to the pale one...
Tho red and black are hung like um...yeah..
Shit look away...
Here comes Napoleon...
Guy's got a height complex...
Tho if he had a flat head...(anyways)..
Yeah the parties just gettin good....
Samael just showed up..
Brought Enoch this time...
And Eisheth..
Coool..
..she's wearin kneepads...
Wonder what the movie is tonight?...
anything but Jermangi..
Now that Robim Williams..
HE'S Evil.........
..T..
(Ya I know) | |
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Posted: 3/11/2007 11:00:51 AM | Tenz.... Truth......
These poems are great....... You two have such vivid imaginations.
Wow Truth.............Everyones in hell. That's deep! | |
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Posted: 3/11/2007 1:16:09 PM | Lucidity glides across
empty pages
composing silent
thoughts,
retrospect of
Inanna
Sunbeams afloat
in silvery lattice;
watersongs chant to
dolphins deep as
earth legends fail.
marooned in human failures,
her tree quakes
as her heart brakes
acidic soil empties
into the deep blue
sea of silence.
Sedna opens
her aquadic blue crown,
sea silk skin cloaks
Inanna's release
to history
© RoxyRoxRocker™ | |
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Posted: 3/11/2007 5:59:32 PM | In the ebb of Satan’s insanity….
Dungeon born and
Mournful;
Plunging through the mind’s abyss…
So many woes therein…
Should I run out of tears/
Would I then be peace incarnate?
Turbid passions,
Convoke the piths of hell;
Ephemeral my joys have always been…
The unearthly me…
Drinking the lion’s blood
Therein Christ’s den…
Make clear to me the esoteric
Realities seemingly unreal
Yet permanently affecting the vassal’s
Mind therefrom the moment of supernatural impact.
In a trice,
I could renew the sacred light…
Resurrecting the last thaumaturgist
Enmeshed in Satan’s cravings
In the subterranean sphere of nowhere….
Assuage the demon’s fears;
Lave the repentant soul in Holy Ghost anointing…
There’s unction upon this exiled pariah,
Feel the presence of my Pneuma…
In the ebb of Satan’s insanity. | |
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Posted: 3/11/2007 7:06:00 PM | Dress me in all the abstract varations of this world
Reality is only what they can't see
in between
Cobwebs and primetime televison
Close my yeyes forever
So I can begin to awaken | |
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Posted: 3/12/2007 12:09:16 AM | Abstract thoughts unwinding/outside source at homefront....life outside the pond.
making sure I made that clear,...peace
The seed on stony places,
sown in with the thorns of many faces.....
This imediate joy doesn't seem to last,
for if it hasn't taken root.....it's failed it's task.
Why,why,why........to myself, I ask.
(why do you ask,you already know the reason why)
The root is always near,in the mouth,and of the heart, it is inside.
So in moments of trouble or persecution,
once again,this one is lost and will stumble.....,
And in their pain......brings you pain to endure.
So always be alert!........but stay humble and don't grumble.....
Why,why,why
I ask..... me,myself and I.
(why do you ask,you already know the reason why)
Is it not true that "a servant is not greater than his master."
And when others do things in his name
yet if it is all done in vain.................can you not see the erosion happening faster?
So many roads,
through the valley to reach the mountain....mended my wing so I could fly.
Still I hurt when I see others hurting.....many tears I cry...
Why,why,why
I ask ......me,myself and I
(why do you ask,you already know the reason why)
To see and know him,is to know his love,
and in knowing that,you will also know his pain.
And what comes with a certain knowlege and understanding,
brings it's own madness that others may even view as insane,
for if one is of the world....wouldn't the world love it's own just the same?
So be alert,
yet stay humble......blessed are the ones that will suffer in his name............ | |
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Posted: 3/12/2007 12:16:23 AM | Ink and scars........... "so I can begin to awaken." Now that's poetic.
Casheyesblond............a woman of the spirit.......experiencing the pangs of thy faith.....warring against the carnal............understanding the silence of motion....... | |
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Posted: 3/12/2007 7:19:29 AM | ok AM, this is what I pulled from the movie......simple, but.....
I am born.
To jagged teeth I am born.
Feed my hunger.
Slave me to rightousness.
I am the consuming rage.
Punisher of man.
My blood drips.
Tear streaked horror...
I am alive therein.
Darkness spawned.
Scream thy anger O blackened wolf.
For fear not brush this heart.
Unhindered I am ground 'neath these feet.
Unwavoring I hold mine fate.
Taste my cries.
Born of honor.
I hold judgement.
Between fingers clenched.
A savage release.
Bring unto me thy chosen.
For their time will be known.
Within my lust.
Die that I am raised.
Pile them high.
Upon the steple of the Gods.
By the worn sandels.
...of their unending time.
I am stone.
Fluid movement of rain.
Shatter of thunder.
Joyous tunes.
Blot out the sky.
Release your lightning forked.
I am the rage.
Unquenched.
..T.. | |
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Posted: 3/12/2007 9:39:49 AM | In truth, that's a keen reflection, Truth! Marvelous work!
That movie was out of this world!
I'm still thinking on it.
I'm eager to see where it takes me. | |
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Posted: 3/12/2007 3:09:18 PM | I am but the shell of a man………….
…….angered by my mere essence…………..
Smiling with a grimace………….
…….warring within the minds of a perceived war…………
…….I saw something therein you………….
It frightened me, and thus, I forcedly retreated…………..
……I am but the shell of a man………
……hiding within the demon’s off now……….
Forsake me! For I am but the dying vulture………
Preyed upon by my once kin……….
……the supplanted workers of that was me now perishing
In the sierras-abstracts and certainly speaking truth! | |
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Posted: 3/12/2007 6:02:26 PM | Take sky journey with time……….
Please take, take sky journey with time,
Our “Beings” Father,
To that too far distant portal, Christ’s mind, our Father,
Shine over the worlds like the many moons unbind
Before opening that frightening compartment in the pith of thy spirit womb,
Incite immortality to arise within this universe’s soul
Aligned in jewels, heavenly stones and priceless gold……… angelica’s home…
Without the temple of this palace, Jehovah’s throne,
No Communication with his whispers through spiritually telepathic groans
Would register absolute for the chosen prophets that remain thirsty, desperate…. & alone…
Illuminati possessed, captured in this mortal trespass paradoxically blessed
Mystified by these mystique mysticisms that haunt the mental chambers of flesh
Rearranging the soul’s of the dead the impetus of anger
Trapped therein the present afflatus dancing through spiritual danger muddy…
This labyrinth bestowing mickle glory through the raging passions of spirits gone bloody
Attacking in titanic agony the heart of a gloomy paradise taken by sky journey with time | |
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Posted: 3/12/2007 7:02:44 PM | AM, I have been reading your poetry since you came here and I have come to the conclusion that you are a poetry god in sheeps clothing....
There is not a ...Single Poet....(ok, besides Rory, but I happen to know he IS a poetry god).. here that brings to life your facinating creations......You leave my mind reeling and for that I truly thank you.
Awesome!..You possess an amazing mind my friend!, combined with an amazing talent...and I am glad you have found us here..May you continue to aspire, and therein, inspire....
..T.. | |
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Posted: 3/12/2007 7:23:35 PM |   AM, he is the master, in diguise , always knowing, always wise~!
How , please tell me, how one so young finds the words, of life?
Have you ever not felt it?
My image of you is so very big, the words carry like a world.
A world of past hurt, misery, like you musta' lived it.
Giving meaning to so many words, like pages, written in the past.
Have you even once thought that your words, were ever naught?
I feel it in every word, and work, true words, like a streaming brook,
of water, carries a gentle flow, to all who see, and do not know~!
You bring a mysterious sense, but still, you are as real, as me, I feel.
Let your words, continue on, for all to hear , your lovely song!
I am in such amazement, by a man so young and brilliant.
Words like pictures, mind like life, fulfill our thirst, and make us wise.
Imaginary but yet real, things that make us think and feel!
You are a very special one, sent to us, and like our Son!
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