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| Abstraction and Chaos and Warmth....
Posted: 3/18/2007 12:11:09 AM | interesting abstract...thanx AM...if I can't
sleep,I might come back and bounce off some
of the mental images that this abstract gives me and lay some words down.... | |
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| Abstraction and Chaos and Warmth....
Posted: 3/18/2007 2:46:09 AM | Can't really sleep with the mental images
of this last abstract....And I'm just going to bring the words
as they come to me.....May I?
Mirror,mirror,on the wall,
Do you see God's reflection looking back at all?
And as a force in the wind
A voice he sends,
"Who shall I send and who will go for us"
The sight of thee is very distressing.....NO
It's who will be the one that will go
to that dying soul.....
Who shall go?
To know his love,to know him,
shall we not also feel the weight of his pain?
Who shall go?
How can one not go?
I say outloud.... I don't want to stay in the flock.
I have been that one lost sheep....send me.
And I did not bring a mirror to give you your own reflection to see
I came to to lift you up,so you can see God's reflection in me...
I will carry your pain along beside you
I will cry the tears that you will not or can not right now...
And because of my own painful experiences and long mental labor....
suffering is knowlege.....and I will know how to comfort you....
I know of a terrible good,
I know constant struggle....
And I know that even in the darkness is light
as with the spoken words,.....
" even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you."
I will go to battle for my father
And I know that my biggest battle of all will come to me...
But I will stand still,and sing my praises to him...
I shall pray like the "persistent widow"
as I continue to pray and ask,"teach me to pray like Jesus"
Let us all be as beggars in"breath"...yearning to follow a life a true......
Yes,there is one part of the soul wanting to be free,
burning flames of passion I keep at bay...
To deny myself.......
just to be divided...........so I can be whole.
What?
Would this come as a surprise?
To look beyond my suffering,......do you see me as so ordinary....
Yes,.....this may be true....but in this, God get's all the glory...
Still,you doubt?
Did you expect to see wings
of the one that delivers me and protects me?
Well,if that is what you shall believe,....then maybe
wings were consumed by a touch of fire,
while....... I........ was flying to close to the ground.........
Would one still doubt this messenger..
"entertained angels unaware"
If you fear the messenger ,
then you may also fear the one that sent him.......
Again,his spoken words,"Who shall I send and who shall go for us"....
It will be the one pass ego.
It will NOT be the one that is preparing his own throne....for man's glory....
It shall be the one that bows before our father's throne,
and the one that worships at his alter...........
Can you deny yourself for God's glory,
and keep this fleshly desire at bay...
Who shall go.....
Am I the only one............
In peace always........take care | |
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| Abstraction and Chaos and Warmth....
Posted: 3/18/2007 8:49:42 PM | | Many quotes therein, I thank you. This poem is rich in sincerity. You are always wishing the best for all. I in turn wish the best for you, Casheyesblond! | |
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| Abstraction and Chaos and Warmth....
Posted: 3/18/2007 9:15:36 PM | Resilence is but a word, give it flight,
make it love!
I understand we have to settle,
dust , it stings my eyes,
and lately,
all I see is hate,
and hurt!
Take the words out of my mouth!
Make me seek, the part of life...
that does not reek,
of sorrow, sting, pain, smell,
all that could,and would be...
Well!
Lastly lift my head to heaven.
Say My God,
have you forgotten?
Many lost souls drift upon,
the world created,
and so gone wrong.
Ultimatly, may I beg,
give us prayer and words so real!
Come and make the poor minds feel.
If ever time was needed,
NOW,
Give me signs ,
or show me how. | |
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| Abstraction and Chaos and Warmth....
Posted: 3/18/2007 11:01:03 PM | Duplicity seen…
Shaded in grass root green…
Shall I chivvy after peace/
Amidst the graveyard’s asleep/
Or forever mourn the innate beast? | |
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| Abstraction and Chaos and Warmth....
Posted: 3/18/2007 11:04:37 PM | R.I.P Langston
He spoke of rivers
Laving my mind in shock
I read his words aside the dock
Never had I conceived
Such truths laden with grief
May his soul, rest in peace | |
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| Surfing Mars
Posted: 3/19/2007 1:31:49 AM | J----------
I need some love here. I am working on performing this piece on the 23rd, next Friday. The cadence is flowing with ......... and, and, and ......... so hard to explain without my voice............
Surfing Mars
"ok people, were gonna get down tonight
talk a little about the spirit,
do a little surfin' on Mars...
where the waves are killer
we can burn up in that sunshine
then, drink down a cold rhyme"
and know this:
when the Darkman talks,
you better listen
I freestyle with paper print.....
masking the un-realities
breathing spectacular anomalies
surfing Mars, in a hot lava pipeline
deaftones for debutantes
sheer madness on the Jersey shore....
"humiliate me, if you wish.....
tear my heart from it's holy grail"
("hush, baby don't you cry") [ sung ]
I speak to the desolate
brothers with justice imprinted on their matrix
sisters with tattoos of truth on their bosom
hopeful, eternal, blessed, freedom seekers
poetic license, breathing down on me
now I am free
now I am free
I am sent to a calling, write the world, write your song [preach]
deliverance from oppression has melded my life
brought me in touch with hushed microphones
screaming serpents in holding with my brother Saul...
"end my life in this unholy distortion
I am crying freedom for my twice sons, one daughter"
soft hands is a man of true consequence
let his light shine, and his truth be known
I will dance (I sway to your music)
and seek heaven...... as a rule!
Darkman The Prophecy in training ( isn't creative writing fun! ) | |
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| Surfing Mars
Posted: 3/19/2007 9:01:21 PM | Darkman…you have too much personality to worry. You will assuredly still the audience away. I wish you nothing but success!
Remember, it’s all in the delivery. And be not afraid to pause. An appropriately implemented pause, works wonders. | |
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| Surfing Mars
Posted: 3/19/2007 9:34:34 PM | Riddle to see!
I was there…
Not too far from where ye sit…
Mentally I lost it all…
Right at the New Orleans Hospital!
They thought I had perished…
Even wished it so…
I saw things…
Immortal things… “Ye see things differently.”
Thus, I was shipped back home!
For years they have watched me!
Looking not for I, but him!
Therefore, I fear not the onlookers!
I know the south…
Maybe this is why…
I’m somewhat partial.
My father was born there…
What a hell raiser…
I wouldn’t know first hand.
But they fear JC…
Not I though…
Not I! | |
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| Surfing Mars
Posted: 3/19/2007 10:48:10 PM | Freedom of emotions...
Freedom of thoughts...to roam...
Anxiety...sleep is hard to find me.
Certain madness ...aboslute joy.
Just tolerable...one feels empty.
Inspriation is a close friend.
One pass ego...not about me.
Eyes have been washed...so I could see.
Conform to mainstream...no longer viewed as a delusional fool. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 3/20/2007 12:30:21 AM | I've become unbreakable
I won't deny
It’s true art of
Narcissism now
Weapons of mass defences
Life taught me in endless games
So many illusions
I see all the cracks
Mirrors in all shapes an sizes
But mine is like dusted diamonds
Frosted over
Revelations in my guardians
I need to protect
Inhuman wall built in a moment
Perpetual crown of understanding
Wearing of masked diseases
I’m not reduced to a shell
When kindness is shown
If you can't be the one
That’s defrosting me with
Warm breaths in my foggy mirror
And you growing up
To be a man
I remain a simple woman
Wanting to go home  | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 3/20/2007 3:37:52 AM | Your eyes
Have my face
I saw my death
making a spectacle
such a waste
as I search for a better place
born before my time
what did I do last time?
To see your ghastly grin now
…
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Sins of fathers
Who won’t allow the past to rest
Forgiveness
Is mother earth
You continue to abuse | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 3/20/2007 9:56:42 PM | Casheyesblond… that is a most intricate poem... I see riddles therein. I truly do! This poem is a masterpiece! A sheer mental excitement to read!
Always… your poetry is powerful! Your understanding runs deep! And you express the depths of thee with such force! I truly admire thy works. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 3/20/2007 10:33:07 PM | Existence……………
Contingent upon the breath spirit
Explicit, reprehensible gridlock
Trapping me sore in this deathly wicked
Contingent upon the breath spirit
Germane to life made clear splendid
The precipice of this labyrinth clock
Contingent upon the breath spirit
Explicit, reprehensible gridlock | |
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| taking time to breath
Posted: 3/21/2007 7:36:22 AM | Joshua.... finished another piece for my performance
thank you for reading and your feedback is always welcome
take care brother, I hop you feel it....
taking time to breath
I sit in this techno world
with all the gadgets
the stuff that takes time away from our souls
cell phones, pdas…. attorneys callin'
deals goin down and all the while….
that little dandelion on the side of the road
didn’t get picked
no one took the time to smell the roses
and I, I, I… I’m late to pick of the kids from
soccer practice, and were gonna have mickey D’s
for dinner tonight because I didn’t slow down
and take the time to breath
In this world we got “stuff” that takes us away
from seeing the big picture.. the one that screams so loud
but falls on deaf ears
(ring, ring, ring)
“Hello... Yes this is Tim...Yes, no… umm, no, no, no thank-you
really, no… didn’t you hear me....
I’ve lost two lifetimes , because of cell phones
this little thing attached to my life, leaving me no privacy
chained to my existence, my electronic dog collar if you will
I said no…. I don’t care if you’ve raised the bar
I’m raising my children
I already raised the bar”
excuse me , I can’t see the forest for the trees
because I just got off with Cingulair
seeing if I wanted to change plans and go with them
seems a two year contract on a cold slick budget
just took my son’s future away and I can’t seem
find the cash to pay my tuition
the building blocks are in place
and were running on borrowed time
20 hour shifts in the salt mine and my fingers are bleeding
I try so hard to push the little buttons on my razr
but my fingers are fat and just wanna go back to rotary dial
if I could just take the time to breath
Darkman ( The Prophet ) | |
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| taking time to breath
Posted: 3/21/2007 8:40:23 AM | AM:Wrote these sometime ago, have a feeling you'll know, going to start with the last, work my way back, simple ones these, but, to the point.
Nineth.
For my hunger;
belittles my grief;
that I am stood 'neath faces three;
comprised of none..
yet this sight of frozen lake;
thereof wings blowing ice winds;
I am compeled.
'Neath eight places.
touch of nineth 'neath my gaze;
do I give witness to Treachery;
before me Dis;
giant of giants of faces three;
all but one will scream;
no more that beauty befalls;
but terror by wretched deed;
behold thee condemed one;
of nineth.
Do my eyes behold all horrors.
sickness and disease;
moans and toothless sorrow;
light of shadow is bright;
unfailing.
Darkness;
glimmer of this crystal palace;
tears froze of eyes;
a parody here;
trinity devine;
deceit, corrupt of nature;
unholy wisdom;
worms as maggots fall from speech;
soulless shudder;
Alive yet without;
trapped of ice;
yet still upon plane of man.
release me thy wisdom;
shade of shade's I compel thee..
Ptolomea;
gaze of demons thus know;
Fall of Empire:
Cassius.
Brutus.
Sandels only sight;
gore of betrayal.
upon thy chin, those faces two.
I know.
Higher now;
for eight I set forth:
backwards to thy gate....
..T.. | |
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| taking time to breath
Posted: 3/21/2007 4:51:21 PM | Darkman… you will be remembered for centuries to come. You have placed a great deal of thought and creativity into your presentation. Preparation is a key component of a successful outcome. And I most certainly pray you success! (You are most certainly correct, technology has replaced human affection). How saddening this reality is. We are but technology, vanity; I thank God for the few that still feel humanity.
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TruthISee… “For my hunger; belittles my grief;”
This is a most strikingly abstract depiction.
“Alive yet without;
trapped of ice;
yet still upon plane of man.”
And this Tercet kept me thinking of spiritual warfare… spiritual elevation… mixed with the daunting reality of one’s position.
This entire poem is thrashed by spiritual warfare. But I venture to believe that our entire life’s are.
And that statement encompasses us all. | |
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| taking time to breath
Posted: 3/21/2007 6:10:13 PM | My dear, sweet, intenz friend,
I am so mesmerized by your prose which you chose for tonite's shows
Thank you for sharing, for caring and opening your heart and baring
Your genius, and all that is surrounded by your sexy penis
(so, I'm not a poet), but a comic who has said her piece.
PS. T- Best of luck tonight and Sunday!
Love, Kat:   | |
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| taking time to breath
Posted: 3/21/2007 8:55:59 PM | Faith is free exercise of the mind.
Resting only on the wisdom of truth.
In our mind , of thought.
What we perceive it to be.
Let us not subside to authority.
We are not weak,
but many meek.
You cannot find it anymore than the sun at midnight.
It must be gatherd , in the day.
Brought forword,
in true ways.
We cannot be trained to percieve it.
It must be a vision ,
throughout our life.
Many choose to be blinded by it's light.
Lest kept in more ignorence,
and duty of our mistakes.
Give it the authority to make your life,
your own.
Not heeding words of others,
lift your head,
go on!
Life seeks the ones whom listen,
Beasts prey on those whom choose to fly.
Like the beast , they cry.
Lift up your mind,
lift up your soul.
Life is not a bitter painting.
You can make it in your color.
Life can have a certain luster.
My colors, have they changed,?
Oh , yes,
they turned from purple,
into a white haze.
Lifting up the tortured fragments,
like some heaven,
forever fragrant!
This is for YOU, Joshua. ,
captured! | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 3/21/2007 9:52:06 PM | Traveling through the Black forest…
Pensive and wistfully lit
Traveling through the Black forest
Benighted in spirit warring out of demonic pits
Pensive and wistfully lit
Motioning gradually to self, walk away from the cliff
Yet in the blackdamp echoes the woeful chorus
Pensive and wistfully lit
Traveling through the Black forest | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 3/21/2007 10:05:35 PM | Beauty vs. Truth….
Speak of the flowers
The beauty…
Talk not of the truth
Speak not of starvation of souls
Talk not of the hearts frozen solid…. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 3/21/2007 10:29:40 PM | AprioriMonads
"Traveling through the Black forest…"
What a powerful and magical meditation!
Motioning gradually to self, walk away from the cliff
That phrase alone is more than enough to honour Abstract Rhythms!!!
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