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Posted: 4/7/2007 6:28:58 AM | Freedom of motion
With freedom of motion
we live just one day at a time
the freedom that we enjoy
has price that's been paid
So I ask you this today
is respect given, or earned
what gives any of us the right
to demand more
This is the question I put forth
if we give respect
this would be the end of expectation
it should end the fighting
The issues of today Fear and fighting
expecting the next shoe to drop
looking for something that's not there
feeling like someone is useing you
Are not all these our fears today
yet we continue neither alone or free
peace is first found within
until we can now unconditional love
We will never be free
that love comes from one place
our father in heaven
May you find your peace, where I found mine!   | |
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Posted: 4/7/2007 9:02:51 AM | | Casheyesblond…Drhook…you both speak of (The One) with such reverence and absolute faith. I thank you both for sharing your passion. | |
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Posted: 4/7/2007 1:06:19 PM | Completely Bagatelle some would suggest
This war of the spirit-mind hast become
This war that causes the soul emetic convulsions
Wist the Immortal Spirit forthwith bridles the exclusivist woe
Subpoena me to hell for uttering words froward to church dogma
But an uncircumcised heart that meditates solely on God
Shall not incur the wraths of Gehenna for omitting
In there prayer firstly, the omnipotence of Logos | |
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Posted: 4/7/2007 7:51:33 PM | Treasures never ending Joshua...Namaste
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neon
slithers art deco edges
into greyhound bus familiar
startle
sunsets
from the 12th floor
forgotten with
touch
drop
curl
the purple flowers
were bubbles
in the oxygen of wonder
you heard the aria
before dinner
I was incandescent
marigold
© RoxyRoxRocker™ | |
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Posted: 4/7/2007 9:44:54 PM | BOjangles....wishes.............I send................
sweet and meant................
like no other.................
hard and kept...................
real..................
and harboured.....................
what we all have endured................
mr. Bojangles....................
our lives are absurd!
No not really..................
we have did our time.......................
now we just sit here.................
writin;' our rhyme.................
relivin' all we meant it to be.................
seeing what we missed..............
you see?
That ole' mister..............
could tell us some stuff...............
how hard is life.................
how rough and tough...................
just keep that glimmmer in your eye...............
keep searchin' for that pie in the sky...............................
Someday.............it will,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,all come to be............
the life that we seek.......................
the one meant to be!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted: 4/7/2007 10:02:57 PM | Christ is risen
indeed
rolled a stone away
suffer not
but be called
to persecution
My way
from womb to tomb
lest ye forget
the cross
roads we stand at
castaways
searching for our
cross hairs
prideful stares
on one hundred trillion hectares
another breath to see
just might be
sand in our shoes
for eternity | |
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Posted: 4/8/2007 12:30:40 AM | Caiaphas' plot unfurled
he of Herod did lead the way
"all that was written of the Son of Man
will be acomplished for he will be
delivered to the Gentiles and will be mocked insulted
and spit upon....they will scourge Him and kill Him
and on they 3rd day He will rise again"...(Luke 18:31-33)
prephetic words written of the savior
oh my Lord on this the Holyest of days
do behold all of man and behold the Greatness that is You
In your last breath of earthly life...you forgave....
"Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they do" (Luke 23:23)
if you can forgive then why be we bent upon holding grude and anger
why cannot we set free our rage of self and others
I pray that man can find it within himself
to break these bonds that tie our hearts
see freely into the world
to bring all as one
follow the words of Christ and bring harmony
all living as one family
all together regardless of faith
race, origin or political belief
all accepting of each other
all embracing the love that is Christ
cast aside the darkness that fills our hearts
cast out the serpant
behold in Him the light of all mankind
behold and forgive ourselves and others
as does Christ
Shadowriter | |
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Posted: 4/8/2007 9:15:40 AM | Swetroxrocker…Jules…Uzilicious…Shadowriter….
Happy Easter…I thank you each for placing such profound poems here.
As often is the case, I’m mentally taken back.
Have a marvelous day! And may the truth soon reign supreme.
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Posted: 4/8/2007 8:55:05 PM | I feel their eyes upon me
gazing in scornful glee
what be it that makes me differ in eyes of other
tis question asked commonly by all man
know lest that he know himself
for unto the soul dost the truth be fleeting
be not immune to thine own feelings
driven on the sour toungue of bitter winds
we know less of ourselves than others do know of us
for do not our faces carry the pain
that which we bury in our hearts
but bare freely in our eyes
ever glancing knowing
others eyes upon me
gazing in scornful glee
shadowriter | |
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Posted: 4/8/2007 9:26:26 PM | All talk ceased, and eyes turned to eyes. But she seemed not to notice. Instead she looked down.
He smiled his baby smile at her and tears came to her. No.
She would not be afraid. Even of the jealous and willful, aspiring to be gods.
She was strong in herself and none could assail her on earth or in heaven. Her destiny was her shield and buckler. Holding firm in her faith of fate, she could feel it as real as the skin on her bones. The flesh of her flesh that sweetened each day.
And when she looked up, the voices had resumed and the eyes had diverted.
As she knew, that moment too
had passed. | |
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Posted: 4/8/2007 11:08:04 PM | I had this dream
how I got there
well its foggy to see
but there I was
it was slow sweet and innocent
friendly intent
a simple sweater
my hands freely touching calmer
blind rhythm
gray shadows falling
splintered pierced
inward bent
the warm touch
pushing the boundaries meant
the base camp push
smooth lament
a climb for a mad man
who gripped with the sand man
and sent
a hot rising signal
fomented unrelent
pure intoxication
peaked joy
piqued ploy
it just
feels right baby
and a hot ash grill
flames rising still
were you expecting a sonata?
go get Honada
from the beach you can't beat her
so rent an ultralight two seater | |
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Posted: 4/9/2007 10:27:05 AM | .
the storm brews
I share nightmares with coconut drinks
wishing I could escape the delirium
knowing
the marks will be left,
in time
the wind will whip you down
bringing you a short frown
I've got a lonely life here
so I dig deal
the slow deal
got the proverbial shit goin on
the 2am drinks
lightning and, and, and....
thunder
it savagely woke me from sleep
a flash in my eyes
bright enough to light the world
upon reflection
I only heard
a crashing in my belly
my spine tingled
hair lifted on my skin
a cool breeze touched my neck
the storm crashed this box
leaving it rattled
tattered and torn
damn that was a fine message
one that tore the roof off my tin can
leaving me jealous,
waiting for mint to be sold
as gum sticks in tall languid afternoons
tropical nightmares
extra ice please
I need to stir down the pixie sticks
get in touch with sixty dollar bottles of Tequilla
because...
thunder is crashing, and, and, and....
if someone could please tell me
do I lick the salt off my hand
and then toss back the shot?
I love it when the lemon makes me cross-eyed
the morning comes
day breaks
the sun shifts
and I realize
I watched the moon dance
but never slept.........
--Tenz-- | |
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Posted: 4/9/2007 7:17:45 PM | Shadowriter…
“others eyes upon me
gazing in scornful glee”
I too well understand this couplet. And unfortunately, we either become desensitized, or we continue to feel the pain of betrayal and hypocrisy. Either or, tremendously aids us in our poetic capacities.
Adament…
You leave me wondering what the actual reality of this poem consists of. Maybe you will tell us later in a poem. Abstract indeed, this one is!
Uzilicious…
At certain points in the poem, I was totally on point, well I thought, then you took a turn that left me wondering. I’ll just be searching I suppose!
--Tenz—
True to the name ye are! I was drawn in with the reading of every line. Metaphor after metaphor! I love it! | |
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Posted: 4/9/2007 8:15:37 PM | morphed nightmare daily bread be born
of soured wine and mankind scorn
to hold in prison locked by verse
today this be my lonely curse
hold high his grail and worship thine
of words be written so devine
tainted drink of grape crushed sour
behold of he in darkened hour
that pose of church in sunken heart
praise do he the others part
soon truth be given thine
of holy Eucrist and bloodied wine
his words been twisted to fit the course
of those who ride on hellborn horse
for truth be found in scriptures still
not in temples of golden guild
shadowriter | |
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Posted: 4/9/2007 9:33:14 PM | | That's amazingly Biblical, Shadowriter.............Just amazing! | |
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Posted: 4/9/2007 9:33:34 PM | Zechariah in me!
As I awoke in a fiery sweet gasping prostrate b4 death
I knelt upon the hearth of God’s furnace
In the core of the inhabitants of the dragons of the forest
…The myrtle trees burned while angels yowled fettered to the branches
…Their screams are eternal, eternally they live in spirit
…They sever the mind forwarding the fallen affliction
…Set a fair mitre upon Joshua’s mental soul
He shall pass through the fallen sea with tremendous suffer
The forest of the vintage is come down
Feed the flock of the slaughtered
Though their soul also abhorred me
…Thirty pieces of silver was cast unto the potter
For the doting shepherd wast I
Thirsting but never quenched from the cup of trembling
Smitten by the living waters
Inebriated in the king’s winepresses
…Witness my flesh consume away while I
Wobble upon Satan’s feet
Kneeling at the feast of tabernacles
Casting brimstones upon the breaths of the Canaanites | |
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Posted: 4/10/2007 9:47:19 PM | Men need not to wait for death
to rise
From out his own dead self
may he come out and breathe a life
Priceless gifts are had for nothing
for save yourself
within his love
grief is little
here,
not big
hope is much
and love abundent!
Share your love
watch it grow
sprinkle moisture
let it sow
seeds
of love
upon the dirt
Live your life
with all you 've got!
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Posted: 4/10/2007 10:23:09 PM | Darkness comes I sit in thee
Hovering slowly over me
Covering day’s brilliant light
Bringing on the darkened night
Shadowing in, the all around
Leaving nothing to be found
Concealed within the darken light
Abstract objects out of sight
Hidden from the morning sun
Assembled when the day begun
As the day’s new lights shine
A pristine beauty immensely divine
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Posted: 4/11/2007 6:50:59 AM | ~~Reality based upon fiction~~
A simple throw of what may become..
a simple thought of how to stand firm...
upon feet so tassled and torn..
walking bare upon the rocky sands...
with visions ahead of the tattered place..
...we tend to like to call home...
the broke down palace upon the salty shore..
white paint crumbling unto the wrap around porch...
leaving distatse in mouths of those that pass by....
though it is home to us...
the thought of it...
The mere imperfection of what we view...
yet thru our own eyes a perfect embrace...
To stare unto the nights sky from the front yard...
we lay upon...
sand in our hair..
bare backs upon the harsh sands ....
we lay upon...
arms wrapped intricately around ones waist...
as a head lays delicately upon ones chest...
touching...
skin to skin...
as the sound of the waves crash upon the shore..
seeing into the blackened sky...
the connect a dot spots that align the darkness....
the fingertipped moon hiding the mans face...
We lay upon the shore only to envision heaven in our own matted eyes...
As I walk upon the shore...
with but one set of footprints....
My thoughts blankened....
Upon my calloused feet...
walking bare upon the rocky sands...
the envisionment of what may become...
ends as it does so delicately...
as once again...
enters upon my blackened smears...
...upon my alabaster skin...
seen thru eyes so blue grey...
The Reality Based Upon Fiction..................
Lisa Anne | |
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Posted: 4/11/2007 2:30:53 PM | just me trippin' out on an assignment J... certainly abstract
Baking cookies to replace the stars
Part I
I forgot how much energy was spent baking cookies
taking too much cocoa into the shredder seemed pointless
the cocoa shreds in short, crisp, meanderings when the bird dances
the light fits itself in broad pen strokes
the kind you display with a shmeer of marmalade on a Sunday morning
asking and promising that butter will melt on your lips
trees will stop momentarily and give lust from their sap
don't worry about tapping the maple
the blood already poured from those veins
when it suddenly was apparent
that the death star roamed the skies
still threatening our very existence
I only then asked Sky-Walker to take on another chore
Flying across my Moon was a noble idea
I just didn't count on the elders from Mars getting involved
seems like every time the council meets were dealing with more burns
I just don't see why the Venetians can't get along with the Martians
it's all about P*ssy and D*ck isn't it?
Part II
Don't play with me into the foggy waltz of morning
I'm dying here with fervid imagination
and all the while, I cringe, I cringe again
why did you decide that the wall should be torn down?
smooth running with a stone cold smile
I can't get inside your heart and tell about the bible song
the one that kept you awake when you were five
you didn't toss your dime into the offering plate
instead it rests at the bottom of a gum ball machine
but the ball was sweet
it tasted of cherry, artificial, the kind those buds long for
give me that shattered glance
your guilt is apparent, it's known you never wanted to be an alter boy
you couldn't stand holding that wick
the free form that is only spelled in moments of treason
spelling memories of reason
chew that gum and make it yours
it's all you know, and Jesus will still love you in the morning
Part III
There was a time when your plan caused great hardship
I only wished to give into something tangible
but now I know your clouds were filled with thunder
a clap in my heart that tore me to shreds
I decided that the blue moon was unavailable
the cookies would have to replace the stars
food coloring comes in blue, doesn't it?
only use four drops or your eyes might stay that way
crossed and strung up to die
they only crucify thieves in this country
saviors take nails in their hands, but always smell like flowers
blood drips from the soles of my feet
I walked too far in the rain
I only know that my veins are blue
I used too many drops and now I'm stained
It's been along time since I had p*ssy
I don't even know if the equipment still works
but I could never forget the way it smells when blood runs
Part IV
I went to the place in between the tracks and the shopping center
only to see many men sitting around drinking Steel Reserve
hell bent on philosophizing to the God's
about the value in plastic milk crates used to have a manly tea party
a long rotten board of plywood pulled to the gathering
served as a table for the Knights to partake in telling lies
the problem served to me at this table from blue finger tips
could it be that these lives have meaning?
or rather that sit in contemplation with dark Lords with hard c*cks
waiting for the alter boy with the blue cookie in his hand
the clouds form themselves into breasts at 4:20 in the afternoon
no matter which direction I turn, the pillowy goodness follows me
why did you decide to paint those clouds the same hue as your blood?
I can't comprehend in my minds eye, what direction your words flow
it certainly isn't with an Easterly current as mine do
I'm caught off guard as often as I feel the need to take a leak
with this bladder infection, that is all the time
anti-biotics screw up the flowers in my stomach, but they kill the clap
Part V
The fifth installment of words unwritten from bloody clouds
open to the public in phone booths where we all drip sex
the man in the middle of the blasphemy said no to a threesome
he wondered why milk chocolate tasted better melted on breasts
the punctuated pattern on the sky was like a polka dot sun dress
I decided to wear the dress instead of my jeans, chiffon is my color
why couldn't you just give me the time of day when I glanced your way?
too concerned with packing your panties with criss-crossed fingers
the sun just popped out and burnt the last dozen blue cookies
Timmy stopped running and left his mark, like a sideways eight
infinity in shapes of geometric composition,
with round pegs in square holes fighting so hard to open the lock
rotten old gulls somehow manage to eat french fries in the parking lot
never realizing that an alka seltzer in a hamburger bun
will make even a good bird explode, or so I've heard
I suppose even cookies have the right to be astronauts
I know I sure want to be one
The delicious feeling one gets from tasting the trail to the stars
Tenz | |
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Posted: 4/11/2007 8:16:07 PM | Jules…once again, you are a positive vision, constantly motivating the soul.
Triplebp…abstractly stupendous! I thank you for visiting us…it’s been a long time.
Bubbles…much vision and imagery is depicted therein…the mark of a genius!
Tenz! Shockingly prodigious! I sense some pent up anxieties. But thanxs for the mental muse! | |
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Posted: 4/11/2007 8:59:35 PM | Floating gently above the ground
Lightened footsteps without a sound
Taking me where memories sway
Talking all night with nothing to say
Wondering if life has just begun
Like the rising of the morning sun
Shared together by circumstance
From a night when time would dance
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Posted: 4/12/2007 8:55:06 AM | That dude LQQKed
like Roy Orbison subdued
and be it as it may
two lines lost in the fray
its only a mental exercise
until someone gets their eye poked out
of position and place
from which I have grace
and what a mighty thing it is
to walk on a beach with her in reach
my heart climbs high
alone in my two seater
destined too for the sky
so what about
the catcher in the rye
wheel berries and all
that triumvirate swell
once again
like under a spell | |
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Posted: 4/12/2007 4:18:07 PM | Emotional high,this short lived euphoria,
was his greatest demon to chase...
And she stayed and loved him just the same,
by his side,to help him fight this ghost without a face...
Until she had nothing left inside..all hope was gone without a trace...
So with open wounds and hidden scars,
she ran through the forest aimlessly,without direction...
And with her heart still breaking with every step taken,
she suddenly fell to her kness,without hesitation...
A thirst,..hunger...a yearning in her heart...
arms stretched to the heavens....she "called to the deep"
And she was anwered with a holy fountain of resurrection and hope
flowing within her.... an eternal truth she could feel and see
Now with each time she stumbles,
it takes away the innerpeace she carries inside,
And that alone helps her to realize,
that when she is not walking in the truth,
It feel like she's just living a lie..... | |
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Posted: 4/12/2007 5:28:45 PM | Visions,wonderment....
with prestige,
destined for fortune and fame,
alot of times, merely seen as eccentric....
Visions,wonderment.....
one pass ego,
driven by a higher principle....
afflatus ,with full understanding and freedom
to explore an eternal truth,
often viewed as completely delusional or crazed
by a common herd...
A mainstream...
nervousness marked by despair and weariness,
not able to see past that very moment...
Things in itself..."percieved by the mind"
The esoteric
pleasant perturbation....
devine inspiration
Embracing happiness and joy
that is for his glory....
never to allow others
to take way your smile,
or your place in the sun.........
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