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Posted: 3/12/2007 9:01:44 PM | The mystery of the white stone!
Warmth and compassion, the two treasured entities of the soul………..
…..though benumbed by the many grief(s and incessantly harpooning wounds……….
……….these pounds have a way of defrosting the callous mind……..
So many dungeons have been removed that form that too convoluted space in me…………
Created in the motion there we all find our animas slighted by these moving signs…..
…..I have been altered, destiny is shook……my fate is now but an ever-changing undulation.
But I fear not nor do I fret the raging high tides……..for I take refuge in the troughs of Jah everlasting and spirit-fed by the Seraphim’s that sit nigh the 10 headed lions of celestial I come home! Sprinkle my ashes upon Mt. Sinai……..then witness the fleshly me manifest there-out of Jehovah’s bosom…and for the first time set focus upon the first me that walked this earth…….addressed by my new name………the mystery of the white stone!
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Truth, a spirit of giving and igniting fires lives in you…..
Eaglewoman…a transmigrated legend…reaching deep into the spirit mind………
Jules_4u…a loving a gentle soul, awakening the humilities of mankind……….
I am most humbled and made low by such generous words………….
Know that I am merely a vessel………I maintain that as a note to self. | |
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Posted: 3/12/2007 9:39:17 PM | I am merely a vessel.... and I hold
the mere emptiness of this world at times
and at others I am overflowing and full to share and
that is the vessel
I am
be coming still. I am still
full. Even more so. | |
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Posted: 3/12/2007 9:48:21 PM | | Natashia.......You have spoken the truth...........us poets carry a great deal.......but the rewards are never ending. | |
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Posted: 3/12/2007 9:55:00 PM | The rewards are beautyful....I agree....I wouldn't trade my life for anyone elses
even the suffering and chaos....as long as I can stay on top of it...
or learn to harness it...one way or the other....and yes it doesn't end. | |
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Posted: 3/12/2007 10:31:36 PM |  Hey girleeeeeee, how ya been!!!!!!!!!!!! hope all is good, and hugs!
Seeking mind of own, and heart of cotton,
love just keeps on flyin, never gotten.
I am so busy, and life is flyin like a breezy ,
wind that blew my hair all over,
let me smile, and take cover,
now I be lookin like a lion,
hair all a fuss,,,,and words a spoutin,
I just want the life of mine,
the one meant , not to define,
the one I prayed for,
long ago,
Heaven help me,
find my glow!
I am good,
I am ,
ready,
give it to me,
make it,
heavy,
Love!
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Posted: 3/13/2007 5:41:35 PM | Oneness...
wants....ignores......hidden.....
seperation....
other side of pain.....
ultimate peace.....calm
oneness..... | |
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Posted: 3/13/2007 6:16:35 PM | ~~*For My Mandolin*~~
I am the place you put your dreams
when dust too thickly lies
I am the mood you fast embrace
when stars fall from your eyes
I welcome you with kind mien
I urge you closer, pull you in
I slither through your daily rite
I slink into your bed at night
I block your ears
I still your tears
I dull your fears
I take away your every care
and say to you...
I am Despair.
© RoxyRoxRocker™ | |
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Posted: 3/13/2007 6:20:16 PM | Thou answer’eth me!
Jehovah Jireh….
Thou who I speak to daily…
Thou awaken me to light…
Thy love to me is pure…
Gentle…enrapt’d in raining spirit…
Blessed is the law of my Lord!
The ungodly hath no place with Thee!
I imagine no vain thing!
That moment I was begotten…
Yet known prior to the womb…
My heart rejoices
With trembling
Thy presence is throughout
This Being…. The little girl approached
Thee through I Father.
Asking; “are you spiritual.”
I was taken by thy righteousness…
Stillness
Speaking through the innocence
Of this gloriously heaven borne smile….
There is iniquity in my hands, Father!
Lay me not to the dust.
Awake for me Father!!!
My integrity is but filth!
Ah! I love! For thou answer’eth me. | |
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Posted: 3/13/2007 6:24:34 PM | | sweetroxrocker..............I love that ending. I love the whole poem. The water-springs of truth............How we have endured.....................everyone of us! I see! | |
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Posted: 3/13/2007 8:14:09 PM | | The heavens are ours brother,but i would rather take a monet and watch you paint the earth, i as I cover myself in ash and blood | |
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Posted: 3/13/2007 8:17:24 PM | | They will aways answer you my friend,you are blessed in scars and understanding. I have talked to many about you,so let tthat last though go,it was for that moment,,now you have something else to create or may be a soul to save under your wing | |
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Posted: 3/13/2007 10:58:57 PM | The panic of Belshazzar!
Angel of the bottomless abyss
Wild boar champion of death
Abraham’s bosom is refuge for much bliss
How shalt thou snatch out an angel’s breath?
Absaloms of the treacherous bile
Linger nigh the cave of adullam
Haunting the just for a kangaroo-court-trial
Mental Alcatraz was nearly escapable through psalms
But even the holy were forced to slaughter flesh
Samuel hewed Agag in pieces
Becoming the Alastor for the Hebrews blessed
Repenting in tears and noetic treaties to God
Like prisoners of war suffocating in an Alibaba Jar
Taunted by the spider Anansi
Are the Arcadian soldiers of peace
Laden with grief by the angels of death
Anubis! Do guard and protect the fallen gods
From the affectation of the Dead Sea Fruit
Do refuge them in The Forest of Arden
Give to them the patience of Enoch Arden
Azrael! Do prepare the living for internal Armageddon
Avenger of blood flee prison for the Divine Apocalypse
Too many Babes in The Woods naively await hell
Shepherd of Arcadia, do heal the panic of Belshazzar! | |
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Posted: 3/14/2007 7:31:59 AM | Watcher.
Unto to me thy heights of Hermon..
Foresworn I am the Seeker of Flesh..
Rightous Vessel Blessed of God's hand..
Bind me Imprecations by blood of Chiefs..
Bride me thy daughters of Man...
That they knowest of Godliness..
That I sip thy tarnished cup of temptation..
This wisdom for thy womb..
Azazel;
Ascribed of Sin..
Bring forth thy Steel...
That they know thy blood of War...
Thy secret's deep in shadows of Earth..
Godlessness;
I am the Fornication of Sin.
...and God wept.
Thy cries heaped upon thy steps of Heaven's Gate..
Mankind thus born upon thy wings of God's first..
Betray of desire;
I am thy punishment of wave..
Begone unto thy depths...
Know thy pillars of flame thee Teachers of Unrightousness...
Judgement befell witness forth thy slaughter of loins..
And know thee no rest.
Be joined as bound thy unholyness of unsacred deed..
Children of God;
Condemed.
No joy upon thy Holyest Of Holy..
Weep evermore thy tears of Fallen.
Speak not thy names those Chiefs Of Ten...
Bathe by the river..
Perge not ever;
but be held and knowest thee of Sin's Retribution..
And Thy Watchers wept..
As witnessed;
Thy slaughter of Children....
The Holyest of Holy's said unto them;
Thou hast sinned against me;
Go forth now;
and never again;
Knowest of my Grace.
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Posted: 3/14/2007 11:38:14 AM | | Am and Truthisee...vivid striking mental images unfold with your poems just like "the writing on the wall".....thank you for bringin' your poems to the page | |
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Posted: 3/14/2007 4:20:17 PM | | TruthIsee, this poem is deeply enriched with the soul of all doctrines. I’ve read it several times over. And I conclude: you are the poetry. I only hope that we all are the poetry that we write. You are true to you, and the art that breathes therein. And that’s what I love. Your poetic voice is consistent and distinctly clear. I hope to meet you one day in the flesh…hopefully amongst the great poets of our time. | |
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