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Posted: 3/25/2007 11:23:37 PM | | Jules...your wisdom runs deep. I thank you for sharing it...with us all. | |
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Posted: 3/25/2007 11:51:47 PM |  Entirely,,,may I say, people amaze me every day!
Look around and may you find, one who just amazes your mind!
I am thankful for my time , here on earth, it is so good!
Left here to swallow,,,all I lived,
finding every day, I fend,
more of life,
more of love,
seeming like I cannot get enough!!!!
People amaze me every day,
I cannot imagine,
what they might say,
or do,
send sweet words to one in need!
I love it,
and feel it , indeed!!!!!!!!!!!!
Only ones whom feel it in ,
their hearts and souls,
then can begin,
to see it,
open up,
and be it!
Lest we not live it,
we are not into it!
Life is hard,
so take the picture,
turn it into a lovely mixture,
Friends, loved ones all come near,
We need the love,
is not love we fear..............
Conquer what we fear the most,
live the life, we once proposed~~~~~~~~
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Posted: 3/26/2007 11:49:25 AM | The countenance of water...
It takes the faith of
Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego
To seek the face of God
“Here I am”
In midst the furnace
With the countenance of water
To ward off the scorching ether
But shall I Peter out! | |
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Posted: 3/26/2007 11:50:28 AM | | Jules...I am most thankful for thy presence here! | |
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Posted: 3/26/2007 11:58:24 AM | The trickery of Satan!
Daresay I an untruth
Stagnating at the valley’s ingress
“Sign the contract”
In error, I lost my first born
For the sin of my soul | |
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Posted: 3/26/2007 12:50:38 PM | The piece of fine china....more of a pearl innocence pattern.
Not a popular design.
A pattern that many may never choose.....
It was seperate from the others,
different....set apart.
Voice of truth....
words intended to build but instead only tore down
when the child became scared in this shadow of a darkness,
where others secret hiding places she had found..
The piece of fine china was broken
but it did not break,
for the same light that makes plants grow
also hardens clay....
and the father was still able to see is likeness,his reflection,
in the piece of fine china along the way.... | |
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Posted: 3/26/2007 3:25:46 PM | | That's a very deep poem, casheyesblond...very deep! | |
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Posted: 3/27/2007 8:46:53 PM | Ars Poetica
Travel through portals of man
Embrace the sheer disgust
The intolerable disdain for humanity
In the guise of enigmatic “ear candy”
If that vulture didn’t prey upon that
Emaciated African American child,
Would that now exploited photograph
Would it have become the media’s muse?
Ah! Indeed! Let the photographer be praised!
Travel through portals of man
Embrace the sheer melancholia
The intolerable panic that webs the mind
Grip this pin tightly!
Compose the insufferable truth
Become the most hated poet to ever touch gravel
Alas! Another human travesty to gossip about
Let us now step upon the grave of living carcasses
Lest the shame gripping our souls bare us witness
To what slimy wretchedness lurks in our mental shadows
Amble through this nomadic resurrection of astonish
Feel the pulsating indecision pumping through the hearts
Of the emotional snaring raven gasping off the ether
In those inflamed veins that wreak dementia upon nearby
Innocuous children that are recompensed for father’s misdeeds
Indeed! Hear the noetic-tacit screeching shrills
The screams of passions whelmed in wheedled hopes
Of becoming more than the last executed
Self-annihilated junky two steps from the cliff
With myriads of spectators silently praying
That you leap, but let’s at least pretend otherwise!
Yes! Do come! Travel through portals of the poetic mind
Embrace the sheer Dysphoria that strangles the
Struggling thought grieving recognition borne
Swarming in spiritual karsts repenting before the laughing hyenas | |
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Posted: 3/27/2007 9:09:14 PM | Rescued new borne!
Fresh out of the womb
Umbilical cord Slimy and bleeding
Dangling from the babes belly-button
The new borne was cast to the vultures
A stray dog
Heard her cry
The cry her mother denied
The stray dog
Carried the forsook child
Back to her litter of pups
Fed her
Clothed her
Watched over her
Before the little one
Was discovered
Behind the shack
There
In a litter of pups
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true story.
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Posted: 3/27/2007 10:59:50 PM |  Hey all whom posted here,,, you are the BEST!
words flow like angels,,,,seeking life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hey J., I love the story about the pup,,,I found one down in Southern Ohio,,,living underneath a house,,,I brought him home, my sons heart found him!!!!!!!!!!!!
I can only say,,,,he fillled my heart with more love than the earth, he lived!!! My son's first dog,,,first pup,,,he has filled my heart with so much love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He is my baby,,,as my son has grown out of the baby mode,,,HOBO is his name,,,he has taken over the place of my son,,,,loolll, but without him , I would weep and cry,,,he fills my life with so much love, unconditional, ever flowing,,,he loves us both,and always showing his love so real, every day,,,,DAMN,,,,why can't people be this way?
Anyways,,,i hold him dearly, he is old,,,and very sickly, but I have spent many a dollar, keepin him well, cause he is my sweet life! Without him I would be so stressed,
he makes my life so less a MESSS!!!!!!!!! 
Gottsa love the ones that love us so,,,,and expect nothing!!!!!!!!!!
Only a bowl of food each nite,,,
hugss and kisses,,,
and soft place to slleeep!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted: 3/28/2007 9:35:34 AM | a drop of heaven - part 2
the pristine glade beckons
almost magical
the lush green carpet
gentle wind sighing
branches softly swishing
the only sounds
those of the woodland
as you envelop me in your arms
your embrace strong
yet tender
the heat of your fingertips
burns deep into my heart
and this, too,
is a drop of heaven | |
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Posted: 3/28/2007 10:46:54 AM | Amazing writes in here everyone...
and ..." should not mean/but be"...again...pretty cool/thanx for sharing | |
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Posted: 3/28/2007 3:12:46 PM | Jules, that's a very warming story.....You have a heart of gold. I'm glad that you share you with us all!
Humormonger....It is a pleasure to read your works...and always has been....
I thank for posting this most poetic piece here...every line takes the mind on a journey. | |
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Posted: 3/28/2007 10:19:54 PM | Unraveled in Dead Sea Scrolls…….
Found, in the noetic pith
A cave to roam…
Therein are ancient artifacts
Belonging to the soul’s of purgatory…
A requiescat was summons of me; thus
….The Mother Earth awakens…
Speaking gently in undulations…
One must feel eternity…
…ambling gracefully through nirvana….
I stumble in spirit
Upon “The cave of Adullam”
……King David quoted in vision
The Oracles of Psalms….
For the dead I listen…
…….unraveled in Dead sea Scrolls…. | |
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Posted: 3/29/2007 10:31:28 AM | ~~Do we really know?~~
Some call it love ..yet know not of what they speak...
the feelings throw...
mass quanities of unnormalty thru veins thick with blood...
yet they know not of what is felt...
knowing of what some call as love..
the horrifying glimpse into love filled hate....
yet feeling decades later the truth behind the secrecy of the word..
only to plummet it into a dark nights abyss...
thru a storm that will not hence to stop the suffocation..
of a lost souls fornitude....
a heartless wanderers aim on tranquility is lost...
love?
or what some call it....
a touch...
a tear...
a kiss.....
a winds breath upon naked flesh...
to know of it is to speak of it...
yet to have it is to sacrifice everything to keep it...
even when it falls in a sultury fire ....
burnt sulfur of a match left stained upon a soul...
knowing not of what to do...
but sit silently and wait for love to return....
from the darkened hole i left it at.....
thru my very own calculous ways of reigning terror..
i sought...
i found..
i felt...
i lost....
yet ...
.......I loved....
Lisa Anne | |
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Posted: 3/29/2007 1:42:19 PM | Whoever has that
there
was as dewy as
the dung
pits of fresh rain on seven levels
each wall was a commonplace thing
dried by the sun
but after a wall was
Too many dispositions
prehistoric toads
into each pond delved into
a dastardly deed, the almost right roads
as dark and warm as one could be
Arced to new heights
flowing and sinking into lows
her body which was once a light
how deep a debt for our race
only God knows
with scavenged land and a blight
and hips ravaged by Oreo woes | |
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Posted: 3/30/2007 12:31:22 PM | Bubblez… this is indeed a poem. You lace it from within you with so many paradoxical truths…love is, too much for us to completely understand. Only a few learn to really love, you are one of the few.
Uzilicious…You have a style of your own. It’s interesting to read the way you use words. It truly gives one insight into the workings of the poet in you. | |
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Posted: 3/30/2007 1:16:16 PM | Afflatus
An afflatus settles upon that me that I can’t touch
The tacitness whelms me whole as stillness moves the spirit
The communication exposes within the gods I trust
An afflatus settles upon that me that I can’t touch
Lest I do disappearing as Enoch in a blinking hush
Opposed to drowning in Satori thus composing the ancient’s implicit
An afflatus settles upon that me that I can’t touch
The tacitness whelms me whole as stillness moves the spirit | |
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Posted: 3/30/2007 4:28:15 PM | Gates of ivory...
or gates of horn.
I don't care what Darwin thinks...
He's already had his turn.
Trust in the ultimate perfection
of the one that holds your future,
for he is the creator of your dreams
and your innate judgement and perception forevermore....
He is the one that makes your reality a true
and with certain knowlege,...inspiration filters through,
So, when it's shadows become a trickery for you,
To thine own self be true....... | |
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Posted: 3/30/2007 4:29:45 PM | | That was beautiful. I thank you for posting it here! | |
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Posted: 3/30/2007 7:09:41 PM | silently she walks through nighttime slumber
rarely showing all
in rythem with cycle of life...
always watching eye of souls ....
present and past
juno..my ancient one
what do you know of love
when you shine with bashful..sincerity
tis said you are forever in chase of thy love appolo
when thee two meet...what spectacle behold
as lovers embrace in moments ever fleeting
eclisping the eons journey unending
shall cross thy paths again | |
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Posted: 3/30/2007 7:16:02 PM | Illumination of the senses
comes in many seeking pretense
wishing for the best we seek
seeking more but are we weak?
Taking moments to contemplate
all we wish , life's remake
cherishing the past and now
longing for the moment how?
Imaginings of what we meant
words of loved ones often sent
taking what we have and thanking
for the moment , no one is bleeding
as tomorrow , may not bring a feeling
creeping into our window
like frosty cold
or more hurtful mourning
Intimidated by what I see
Illuminated by what could be
sincere extracts from a flower
elusive dreams sent from a power
feelings more intense each day
my child in me desires to come and play
If all these feelings dwell in me
why so hard to only be
the simple answer in myself
the feelings hard, but often felt
we are so complicated
true
With all we know , and all we hide
finding all that leaves us blind
so many peices unravel here
we wish , that it be only clear
if this were meant
for this life
we would know and have all we need!
simply say , this is our teaching
as we wonder, often reaching
Lifting up, and opening
like a lovely sky
with colour
Only one can feel , his own
we a one, are only known
filling up our place in time
leaving it for others minds
hoping that within my time
the message I can leave
is fine, and real
as may it be somewhat more
for you!
Eternal Illumination,
of ones soul,
lives in others
make the picture
be above all the others
Then when you leave this place
always there will be more space
as your spirit grows,
teaches,
gently raises its leaves, its branches
Colours blend,
make a lovely picture,
the one less judgemental
more envisioned,
for happiness
the one that makes
all feel more ,
not less!
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Posted: 3/30/2007 7:45:20 PM | Permanently deeper moving waters
Where the grass is incandescent
Natural bilingual lovers
Tossing bouquets of promises
Following the vows break
It’s graves just like the rest
To be renamed
laid in another tombstone
Drawing strength of elements
Undercurrents of raging infernos
Sublime in profiles
Extinguish slights in a new light
Darkness remains
The sixth sense appears glowing eternally  | |
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Posted: 3/30/2007 7:52:27 PM | Electric Letters exploding,
Sparking eratic formations,
rythms and rymes,
Forming in lines,
Synthetic formations,
Cerebral inclinations,
Spewing like lava
From volcanos
Afire. | |
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Posted: 3/30/2007 10:03:36 PM | Cosmetic company secrets
soft and expensive
stores with thumbnails
fungus infested soy
what an emollient that is
silky baby magic creamy
Austin Power's soap
YEAH BABY
with multiple chemical sensitivities may be
carcinogenic, referring to
growing lawsuits
noble men parked in a glen
scarred photo gallery
photo gallery of airbrushed perfection
more of the
warning
labels on
your personal photo gallery
sweet violet Citric Acid
lotion for a potion
Polysorbate 20, sodium Borate , Methylparaben ,
Propylparaben, Butylparaben, BHT, Sodium Cocoyl
Amino Acids, Glycine Soja Oil GENTLE NATURALS
MAGIC
pills
in sugar solution
from wheat , germ oil petrolatum
and any metaphor you want to insert here
company sells
from hope
some wonderful natural cures
for
fake drug companies | |
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