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Posted: 3/21/2007 10:36:38 PM | Motioning gradually to self, walk away from the cliff.
Ultimatley taking life unto my hands,
I choose to walk in my own light.
Let it be a road of wisdom.
One not of forgotten less.
Clearly seeing,
all that is being.
I feel it like a great wind.
Discover it and never labor,
life has brought it ,
in your favor!
Exclusive in it's entirety,
like a glowing sky,
purple and green!
OH, lord,,,have I ever seen?
only in my dreams!
Lest this be my heaven,
true.
Take away my sky of Blue?
Yes,
I beleive,
my God,
I will survive!
And in the end,
will be ,
the best ,
your friend!
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Posted: 3/23/2007 4:06:09 PM | | Jules_4u, very touching poem! Indeed! It is! | |
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Posted: 3/23/2007 8:28:10 PM | I agree with Joshua...amazing poem Jules!
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~ *Revealed* ~
last night, I did it -
I told someone all about it
the search, the name,
the words I heard,
the sounds that came,
and the misery of not knowing
I told an absolute stranger
who happens to know his name
and I could hear her
hard swallow dry throat
"five guinesses" she told me
and I told her to look
and see if she saw it.
she's number three to see it.
and I told her,
"but you know it doesn't really matter,"
true or not, he won't come,
he won't write,
he won't talk to me,
I am a shadow muse.
I look at my name
and grin, or rather sneer.
it's my name alright,
and my words,
my situations,
under his name.
everyone knows me
- a little piece -
but not who it was really
except that I am him
sometimes
and he is me
sometimes
and you know,
it doesn't matter
even now
because I'm still here
and he's still there
and this stranger
may tell anyone else
or she may forget me,
in all, it doesn't matter,
because I've been inside it
and I'll be inside it again
until the day I die.
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Posted: 3/23/2007 10:12:02 PM |  rOXY,,,,GIRLLEEE,,,funny how you can feel all that,,,and know all that,,,heh? know what chur talkin, and rawkin@@@,,,,
Do you even remember,,that nite????
the night you said all that?
what the hell,,,are you thinkin?
I was so hypnotized,,,
I was not even believing,
life is such,
we lose control,
with you baby,
I don't even know!
What a difference you made in my life.
Now I feel,
It was all in strife!
let me go back to the time.
When men were men,
they filled the time,
with hugs,,,hard, sweet,
voices on the phone.,
calll up just to say,
are you alone?
Love ya babes,
kisses , huggs,.
more than words,
could ever show!!!!!!!!
Men are not that way,
anymore,,,,
lookin for a bore,
or a whore???????
WTH,,,
am I livin,,,,,
get me a pimp,,,
and a big car,
givin,,,,all my love,,,
to what?
shit,,,
baby,,,
one man,
one life,
one dream,
one wife,
lolll
thats,
curious,
and even more,
delirious,
but ,
just a ,
thought,
in my lifetime!
Somebody,,,
save me,,,,
I am runnin ' outta time!!!!!!!!!
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Posted: 3/24/2007 10:00:41 AM | Swetroxrocker...I love the mystery. I wish I was able to decode it. It's a marvelous poem.
Jules, the passion of us all. Your poems are so sincere! | |
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Posted: 3/24/2007 10:49:22 AM | Love means to me…
The quixotic motion that ravishes the soul…
…that feeling…
That chimerical surrealism that presses against the spirit sorely…
If only I could grasp love….
….I would love Love to the death!
For love means to me…
…The freedom of the Father…
For we have overwrought the Son of Love…
…loving in vanity…
……..free to destroy love, denoted in the depiction of love…
…my dear God, how is it that we know love? | |
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Posted: 3/24/2007 11:12:20 AM | That was off the hook AM...feel like a blooming idiot commenting so much lately
on the writes over this way...so for future reference,just know,
everybody that's writing over here...bringing some cool stuff to the page | |
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Posted: 3/24/2007 11:21:03 AM | Hermit souls that live , withdrawn.
Seeking their place of self-content.
I do not know, nor even see,
how I could just be....that way!
But then, maybe I am!!
I reach, I search, life is all about being content.
I live my life, as not to be so malignant,
to your soul,
I find a place of my own!
Seeking knowledge,
where I can find it.
Living like I want more,
needing more of it!
As I wander in this wilderness,
finding pieces of life,
gathering the best of ones.
Listening, and finding trust.
This is what we must do,
if all we know is true.
Giving in , never less,
than what we want for ourselves.
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| Cultic*Undulations
Posted: 3/24/2007 3:49:37 PM | Cultic*Undulations
Of Cultic*Undulations
Practices hidden in the caves
We feel the manifestations
Of Cultic*Undulations
In the rotunda’s attic entranced n revelations
The concave mirrors reflect the incarnate slaves
Of Cultic*Undulations
Practices hidden in the caves | |
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Posted: 3/24/2007 3:50:47 PM | | Jules...You are always going deeper into the mind.... | |
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Posted: 3/24/2007 4:22:30 PM | Archaic schism
Illumined in this heart is thy presence
Torching hertz filching my ever sanity
As I wend towards the breeze of thy essence
Illumined in this heart is thy presence
Wafting me ever into thy quintessence
Anchoring me in schisms to thy travesty
Illumined in this heart is thy presence
Torching hertz filching my ever sanity | |
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Posted: 3/24/2007 4:30:21 PM | | I really liked Celtic*Undulations in the cave and it has made me very curious about the whole parable? | |
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Posted: 3/24/2007 4:46:32 PM | on oceans edge I pour myself
now hidden in the wave...
to wash away..the me of past
to be the oceans slave
take me as her currents will
down to sea born depth
for into barren water...my soul has now lept
gone the day of blissful play
moments in the sun
for at this time of rebirth
means my... death to come
entropy...curious word
it means a changing world
but wash away in waves windswept
into the oceans furl
changed I have in form alone
my heart is still my own
looking for a new lifetime
into waves I'm thrown | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 3/24/2007 6:36:01 PM | hi casheyesblond The dr in the house. Being a blooming idiot is the perfect way to say it. Its show me your dont think you know everything. But lady I got your back , you've got alot of good knowledge in you.
When all south, where will you be standing. From what i know about you . Your holding a poker hand that can not be beat. See I know the same as you, and many others of us. Just us, riding the river that God has given to each of his children.
I been hearing there are those who think the should fight with you over your beleives. Fighting anit the way. Lets all step back and take a close look at what we're talking about. without hands or feet let be real. Get over it. Dont you know the fish want bite, if you keep hear you running your mouth. 
I think we are all and there anit nothing like soft sweet sounds with my ear while I'm  Must be willing to just try to under what God wants for you , You'll see a difference in the Number of fish you'll take home. Ladies if your man dosen't have a soulmate already, you can bet on more trouble in the future. You want find my next one or me there when you find yourself on that day. for she will have the same soulmate as I and that the only three:sum I want this day.
Meet you at the river, let see if there any keeper this day in the river. Now that we know what kind of talk we really want to be doing. I can promise that I always stay in touch with the one above, Morning and evening like it was where all this started. I dont like making mistakes twice. I'm staying away from the tree of life. Daddy said dont go there. Funny when you learn that one dosen't matter what you know,your trully hooked up drhook54 feel free to reply; just remember rule one you better keep you hands to yourself and your voice down or I'll walk away until you can gather yourself.     next day. | |
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Posted: 3/24/2007 6:38:22 PM | Indeed! Autumn...Indeed! It's a riddle indeed!
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Highlandlad…first and foremost, I thank you for posting here…. This poem is very moving.
“now hidden in the wave..." that’s a mentally touching metaphor.
“to be the oceans slave.” This made me ponder of how life often takes us on an unbeknownst journey…
“my heart is still my own
looking for a new lifetime
into waves I'm thrown”
This tercet is profound! The entire poem, all 19 lines, I truly enjoyed reading. | |
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Posted: 3/24/2007 6:41:58 PM | thankyou much...but mostly yhankyou for allowing me to post to thread....so many talented writters....to inspire novus such as I
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 3/24/2007 9:15:28 PM | ~Nothing Is Forever~
I held a crystal glass filled to the rim in my hand
It was perfect, sparkling clear and ruby red
With a sweep of a hand it was…
Broken and shattered into pieces
Ruby red puddle spread…
I held a diamond tightly in my hand
A shining rock brilliant and perfectly cut
Snatched away in an instant...
Now a memorable scar and distant memory
Ruby red dripped puddles…
I once held a beautiful rose gently in my hand
Velvet petals so delicate fragrant and sweet
Days passed and its petals turned brown
One by one they fell to a dried puddle
Life is…
Consistently
Inconsistent
Nothing is definite...
There are no sure things…
With a snap of fingers, everything can drop
In a blink of an eye, everything is gone
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 3/24/2007 9:41:48 PM | You are the songs of your brothers
You are the breath of need
You are the tears of bondage
Crying out…Please
You rip past freedom
Straight into core
Tear past reason
Showing us more
Stand tall fine noble
Bring it down the line
Your brothers are watching
From the crest of time
Your sisters too
With all their love
Sending you voice
From above
You are the songs of us all
Willing to sing
You are brother of life
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 3/24/2007 9:54:07 PM | crash do I ..as fallen dove
wings have given way..to passing of morning light
lost...I fall ..alone..
and dying | |
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Posted: 3/24/2007 11:03:38 PM | Drhook54. It is very kind of you…to reach out to a dearly beloved…welcome to abstracts.
Swetroxrocker. You are truly correct…in the blink of an eye…things can change. I like the way you poetically expressed this unfortunate truth.
Om…it’s good to read your words here…that is a most sentimental and moving poem. I thank you for posting it here.
Highlandlad… that’s a remarkable and in depth quatrain… and how true it feels | |
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Posted: 3/25/2007 9:07:47 AM | | Naiveandwitty, thank you for having the fore sight to start such a page. Then having enough interest to keep up with it. We need more people like you. I'm an old country boy from Georgia. You'll find me on the front line protecting our right to free speech, and the American ways. I'll be back! Jim | |
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Posted: 3/25/2007 7:19:40 PM | O’ how delirium hast haunted sore the un-prison’d psyches...
Borderline pathogenic in thought
Walking this once was dreary passage
The nomadic soul mystically soaring afloat the fires scorching
This most painstaking epiphany
Has not so burdened me whole
For the Sophia ‘tis worth the struggle
Ye telepathically can feel the energies of many souls
In this deafening furtive shack
Griping tightly to these scriptures
Delirium hast haunted sore the un-prison’d psyches
Adrift, Awhirl, there we art, afloat the black lagoon
She and we amble gracefully through these murky valleys
An esoteric ancient and powerful vision she is…
Choosing each transmigration aside her losing warrior…
Suffocated in Bloody Towers…
Finding ourselves written in the [Book Of Kells]….
How intrigued we is to read of ourselves…
Enmeshed in an unreality real…
Privy to supernal powers that destroy the feeble…
O’ how delirium hast haunted sore the un-prison’d psyches. | |
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Posted: 3/25/2007 7:30:26 PM | ^^^
I came not
[only]
to send peace,
but joy”. ..............my thanks to NaiveandWitty | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 3/25/2007 11:07:12 PM | Life is a long lesson in humility
let us never forget the passage,
long and hard, forever fragmented
It takes time to aquire,
but with it comes happiness.
First comes sincerity,
compassion,
honesty,
understanding,
knowledge,
and capacity,
lest not forget, integrity,
and contentment,
then in comes yearning,
and maturity
loll,,,we are all so lacking in that!!!!!!
but with it,,,if we have humility,,,
we are so deserving,
you see,
that none of the above matter,
just yet,,,
have the one thing,
and all has been met!
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Posted: 3/25/2007 11:22:57 PM | Caves have become home
Though therein one can’t live
But the cultic-knowledge is the passion
Paining joys become compulsive
The pain is the not knowing, the joy is discovering. | |
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