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Msg: 51

Abstract Rhythms Posted: 12/8/2006 8:47:03 PM
Transparent fog! Where would we be if not for the buoyancy? What would we see if not for the vision? What would we hear if we refused to listen? What would I become if I stopped repenting? “And I won’t let you go!” My strong tower! My sanity! My trying hour! What do I do with these remnants? What do I do to tame this internal rumbling thunder? Therefore I rummage through the engrams Searching frantically for release! This presence has driven me. Present in my bosom! Present in my psyche! Present in my heart’s eye. I reply when the whispers speak. Luckily, they speak with clarity. I thank you ABBA, For making transparent the fog!

Joined: 8/30/2006
Msg: 52

Abstract Rhythms Posted: 12/8/2006 9:11:25 PM
digging my way through the fog constantly buried in malaise dredge the lake bring up rich soil clear away the remnants of my father the days are long sometimes not seeing for hours, days caught in this winter wonder I find Satan pressing down on me peering through the fog I see you aware of my plight you move swiftly taking me by the hand, restoring me now I see through the miasma I see clearly now!

Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 53

Abstract Rhythms Posted: 12/15/2006 12:46:40 PM
Aside the Redeemer Right there aside the Redeemer Teeming in mercy they cursed me they did Even took my kid Gladly they desecrate the Wiz But we still surge, even submersed in the deep Spirit Journeying beyond yesterday’s weep They being conscious finally hear it Humbled through the vengeance Feeling through the pangs of these mental emotional prisons No thanks to be given suffering through those trimmers Just another journey of the sinning I remember Those legions of demons Warring within the temple feinting Mommy awakened screaming But still no clemency Still No clemency

Joined: 8/30/2006
Msg: 54

My Raven Posted: 12/16/2006 9:21:40 AM
My Raven ~~~~~~~~~~ Once upon a frightening night, I sat troubled, at my own delight Over the writhing of my mysterious dissention, my simple life I lazily drifted off through the sandman’s dust, whence came a shallow tapping No more than a gentle rapping, rapping at my cottage door “A traveler to happen upon me,” I whimsically mumbled, tapping at my cottage door Only the sound, not another thought. Freely reviewing my mind, I know of it to be a cold December morn, And every last desperate fire tossed its soul upon the ground Anxiously I begged for a latter day- in vain I knew of which to blame From his books of time, ancient scrolls of his lost Lenore A gem of rare beauty, a bride of only the angels and time Without a name to claim, for eternity. As I pulled the curtain to the side to peer amidst the leaves I am confounded to not find a visitor, but only the wind rushing by My fear causing a rapid heartbeat, to be heard only through my veins “Where are you visitor of my blackened morning My early stranger excusing themselves to my cottage door It is you again and not another thought to it!” All at once my character arched and billowed out strength, I ran to my door, “Gent,” I said, “or is it Lady, I desperately need to know of your needs; You see I was caught in a lazy slumber of my hearts desire When so distinctly you began a tapping, yet but just a hair whispered I suppose I only heard you in a naked thought”- the door flung open to see Blackened morning, nothing else. Through a tunnel of darkness, I’m eerily feeling aloud, lost in fear Pessimistic, nightmarish dreams no mortiferous man should ever dream With silence irrepressible, the mood inaccessible, Whispering of lost love, ancient, abiding but lost As I whispered this plea, “My Love”, hearing an echo “My Lenore!”- But only this, and silence remained. Following my feet back to my cottage hearth, my very soul on fire I again was disturbed by an even louder tapping With relief bestowed upon me I rushed to the window box Once again peering to my blackened morning I set forth the riddle To my heart be still and listen intently, upon my knees I ask, Only the power of rushes in the wind I then opened my window once more, brushing needles off the sill With a statuesque gaze peering into my soul, perched a bird of midnights aura A raven, a timeless figure, with burning eyes of brazen tinder He stood firm without fear, waiting on my gullet to quicken Perched upon a robust oak, a limb withered with time Perched, but told of no sound This midnight bird of fancy, laughed at my sad folly He sat demonstratively staring my heart goodnight, poking humor at my wrath “May you have a crest preened and a robust thirst!” A shameful reminder of an ancient traveler’s trek “Tell me of your flight, your fancy, your virtue” Shrieks the Raven, “Nevermore” This disturbing fowl, unends my shelter, taking away my love so true No reason- no thought provoking storm, alas I see desperation We cannot help but know, the plight of a human in revelation Only to be adorned with a sardonic bird of prey Beckoning to a ground swell, that sits in respite at my door And only speaks the word “Nevermore!” The raven, sitting on my limb alone with his solitude A soul to be measured, sits with his sardonic wit, claiming my heart! Not a sound again teathered, once more for my weathered existence Till I only muttered, “my encountered souls have long since taken flight” Only in this tomorrow, leave my side and let me die!” The accused soul, leave me now! Surprised at the solace torn apart by a reply so aptly driven “Confused,” I say, “it’s countenance is simply irrepressible Desperately lost in a broken dissent from a master of disaster Only watched within a lonely spirit, his song so verile To only see but a lonesome splendor, of which a kinship Of the only thought kinship with a phrase of loss, ‘Never- Nevermore’.” But the ebony bird shines his wings in the break of day, I sat quietly for more of the same, a longing to see you at your perch Then with a cast overwhelming touch, I brought myself to thinking Pleasure among the pleasures, knowing this bird of prey, and his results Not a sigh to be missed, with fortitude to steal the night At his dying bed, he bids again “Nevermore” Of whence I sit with thoughts pouring thereafter To the bird, who’s glance makes a mortal man suffer More oft to sit wondering, my mind beckoning a suffering heed! Within the pillow of my conquest, I only wish to see her once again! But still is my wanting, my choleric heart dispose of With this I press to my bird of darkness only hearing “Nevermore” I once again am puzzled, alone without my Lenore Pulled partly in jest, upon the floor I lapse “Wretched one,” I parry, “Has not your God sent you to me!” Taking rest in my one true love, that of my darling “Lenore!” “Death seeker,” I speak this, “why should you tear my heart from within?” Speaks my Raven once more, “Nevermore” “Ambassador of death!” I yield to thee, “you are but a tool of Satan’s hand!” “Please leave me now, I cannot take again into this day your brood, your glance!” Alone, without repose, I scream, “take your stare and go about your blessed curse!” Before you go let be a lesson learned, one of significance with a heart missing Without your message, be gone please, let me live in my lonely hovel My Raven once again exclaiming, “Nervermore!” O’ wise one who’s brought me to my knees Go to God now, allow me my petty distraught being Leave my soul to be buried, for the loss of my sweet Lenore She never hurt one who loved her so, my oh my, my sweet Lenore My lover and friend, my divine, my tender heart, my sweet Lenore! Spoken again in refrain, “Nevermore!” “A turmultous stance, who are you bird of Satan!” “Go ahead of me a see if the Gods find solace in thee” Take your torment, leave it with one who knows Go away and know you are not welcome “Remove your beak from my heart, and leave my cottage at once!” Again sitting stallworth, speaking in only a whisper, “Nevermore!” And my dear Raven, always my tormentor, still perched on the oak On my doorstep, and into my very soul, sitting with darkness; Eyes piercing my heart, without concern My only light left illuminating your scowl My very soul, set to be thrown to the ground Shall be lifted- Nevermore! © 2006 T. Scott

Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 55

My Raven Posted: 12/16/2006 3:49:14 PM
Wow! Intenze! That's a deep and mentally penetrating rhythm. I thank you for sharing it here.

Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 56

Abstract Rhythms Posted: 12/16/2006 3:50:35 PM
A Sinner’s Thoughts! A gift to be treasured was that firstborn reason Born out of due season Born for the purpose of apostate treason Our holy grail written in Bloody flesh streaming Asked of nothing he did Yet received miseries joyful bid Judah’s ploy to rid And Peter’s last transgressing id Who am I but chaff? Drifting through this present past Intoxicated with Spirit’s wrath Beyond the properties of carnal perception’s path Maybe I’m just as wretched as Thomas With no compass to return to the Temple Maybe I’m a forlornly Ghost Sentenced to return to this charade as Host Seemingly the grave is living Attempting to placate the assembly’s sinning Of course fiend-heartedly grinning And bestowed no warmth, no passion living! I yearn for that laughter He was never recorded for Smiling My permanent channel sounding And I risk receiving only a dial tone!

TiMwM

Joined: 10/3/2006
Msg: 57

Abstract Rhythms Posted: 12/16/2006 7:48:59 PM
abstract meanings pervade reasoning ability what sense can be wagered on lost clarity a mincing of words by forked toungs holding pencils of erasure at bay scribbling in ink to ensure the longevity of messages written today

Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 58

Abstract Rhythms Posted: 12/18/2006 6:07:08 PM
TiMwM! I read and reread this one. There’s an uncanny motion therein this poem; some sort of silent rapture. I thank you for sharing it here. Ephod

Joined: 8/30/2006
Msg: 59

Abstract Rhythms Posted: 12/18/2006 8:21:33 PM
^^^^^^^^ damn! I'm overtakin' Tim, dude!,,,, six IMPORTANT LINES, thank you broha! Tenz PS Naive, I've got something coming (taking a while) that will blow your mind! talk soon!

Joined: 8/30/2006
Msg: 60

Abstract Rhythms Posted: 12/18/2006 8:34:15 PM
why not simple really, freestyle... Rhythm be it abstract, or solidified A simple statement To be drawn To be felt Style broadening; with mechanics carrying a swift and daunting sword knowing of the further in education of the pen; say this twice "unstoppable" Fortune without structure, the bug hit Hard upon Rocks, "Freestyle" With emotions rolling fast speeding past not taking a minute to relax Finding a groove to spin unmet passion but not just sin turning absract rhythms on it's head bouncing way upon this HIGH I'm only left writing and knowing precisely why To show the world of new perception Not talking one off the shelf of New perception Learning to write with unbridled passion Not stopped, once forgotten Tearing through my minds eye I pull off freestyle with all it's GLEE oh, ee oh, ee oh... with my mix I'm sure you'll see a different side of me.. one that spills with the might of it's maker and lulls with the sight of one to fore sake her pull together all of my verve and let the me nothing left with astonishing nerve I'm moving closer to my target And am left with only with nights of scarlet © 2006 T. Scott

Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 61

Abstract Rhythms Posted: 12/18/2006 10:59:03 PM
That was abstract awesome, intenze! You really allowed your inner self to express its flow. I truly enjoyed reading it. You always come up with something compelling to read into. I appreciate the style!

Joined: 8/30/2006
Msg: 62

Abstract Rhythms Posted: 12/18/2006 11:02:12 PM
naive i usually don't hit right back, but my brother, you give me such props... I feel truly understood.... I swear my friend, a cup of the Sea is instore, when I travel to know people like you... Just to bend your ear... Overlooking Terminal Island at dusk... standing on the bridge I would love to ask you about your life... in loving friendship... Tenz

Joined: 8/30/2006
Msg: 63

Abstract Rhythms Posted: 12/18/2006 11:08:23 PM
LA Nights Running like a dog I always parried deflecting blows rejecting flows when I drove LA streets at night drivin' hack was me but whack my brothers in arms all sort of sunder crack head lover so sublime to give respect to one whose truth was qustioned for to stoop I gave respect in spite of race my brothers came running in my face I loved them and upon embrace knew they had my back for the chance green boy from oregon knew his survival depended on just a few seen it all murder and death King's 92 speaking of the rest I lived in whole with my friends never passing and living alone daring my whole existance I lost through resistance know I hurt with one who died even thought I tried and they died when I could not save them!

Joined: 11/28/2006
Msg: 64
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Abstract Rhythms Posted: 12/18/2006 11:36:45 PM
I’ll try to catch up with the thread later with a pot of coffee some aspirin and a dictionary, and after that I still wont be able to keep up I’ll just drop this off for now Sometimes I feel like I’m consciousness tryen to find its way through this maze That is this mind pop up say high follow me I know the way into this place where we all meet were all are one, there’s only one infinity do not worry even stars die only matters how bright they shine I once was but a thought inside a brain and then through verbal vibrations became a wave in the atmosphere maybe through a device or two until I reached your ear now inside your mind I will reside until the day you die you will now obey my command you are a universe expand

Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 65

Abstract Rhythms Posted: 12/19/2006 10:09:12 AM
Wow! Intense! That was a trip down nostalgic lane. I could see what was depicted therein. You’ve done a great deal of traveling. And in your poetry, one can feel those various experiences that you have had with other cultures and mind-states. The “well runs deep,” deep indeed! Lifesoldier! Your poem brought ideas back to focus. “I once was but a thought inside a brain.” I always think on that very thought every time someone states that "existence precedes essence”; which is actually the existentialists view. The only reason I do such, is because every thought carries with it an essence. Therefore, if I first existed in a thought, then I possessed an essence prior to my existence. But then, I always ask myself, what is the true definition for existence? It’s a never ending battle! Nevertheless, I truly enjoyed the read. Come back and share with us anytime you’d like. You are always welcomed.

Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 66

Abstract Rhythms Posted: 12/19/2006 12:12:00 PM
Sorely!!!!! The Five Sense Sore!!!!! I fain believe in this taunting love. As if the mind has been engrafted with bewitching amour; I embroil my heart in this polemic madness; thrashed heartfelt. The pathology of this self-imposed still permeates elusively, benumbing what was once Logic. My Dear Jehovah, bless me with a celestial benediction. I need not mention this moving, and thus terrifying grief. I errantly went astray to passion, permitting the eye’s lust to antipathetically fashion me sore. She had become my harlotry; my inimitable iniquity, my probing lasciviousness. I possess such antipathy for self at this retrospective moment in yesteryear’s present. I search desperately for a conduit to heaven; maybe even Elijah’s chariots aflame. Restore to me Jehovah! Buff away my noetic dirt; my sordidly verboten indulgences! These metaphysical energies, they have haunted me sorely. And this woman’s sultry nearness enraptures me keenly. GRANT ME CLEMENCY MY DEAR JEHOVAH!!! LEST I PERISH HARSHLY!!! These trenchant waves have laden my thoughts sorely; cutting even unto Soul and Spirit sorely. “O’ incessant vigilantly, my son; the confusion is on the prowl.” What is this that wars within my members, bringing this wretched flesh to the submission of sin? These afflictions have accomplished their burdensome ransoms. Let me not be devoured Jehovah! Let me not become the condemned Specter; Let me not exist as purgatory’s frequency.

Joined: 8/30/2006
Msg: 67

Abstract Rhythms Posted: 12/19/2006 9:44:55 PM
Burning Desire ~ Intercession, I Ask Permission No way to hold back these desires! Can you help me friend, I've no way to not wander I will walk one ton of miles plus five hundred On broken glass, through fire and rain crawling on my hands and knees I will not rest until I grace her doorstep It may take me a while to travel "I will not rest till I'm found in her arms!" Not for the taking, but giving freely of her love Wanting me to be more of what I am not, I have been foresaken, no blame upon her Fear consumes her, she needs strength "O' Jah! give me my hearts desire, PLEASE!" I need not live another day without her My losses are measured with a bucket brigade Helping to put out the fires of lust but unable Raging infernos inside me making me irrational Lost in conscious thought, only living in ifs I need a firm design in place to become again the man that I can be, I sayeth, "I praise you, NOW!" "You brought her to my eyes, to my heart, my soul burns!" I quietly restore my mind, and ask in a whisper, "May I adore the one before me now, may I have your blessing?" "Please Jah, bestoe upon me the direction of your loving hand" "Lead me, and my love to one true place of understanding" "I ask in a truly humble heart, without false bravado" "See my heart and fill me with your sweet silent voice"

Joined: 11/28/2006
Msg: 68
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Abstract Rhythms Posted: 12/19/2006 10:27:15 PM
Just a little abstract analogy Right now I happen to be typen to ya from outer space I’d like to show you exactly how it is I got this way You gotta close eyes and try to visualize That you’re an eagle flyen over top of the river winden You look down and see tiger as you become the big cat Look at that, looks like you found a rat to chase Soon after that it’s you who become the prey As you jump into a hole and just barely escape You come out the other side into a clearing in the forest And there’s this door, as you approach it, it slowly starts to open As you gain focus on some stars and pass the Threshold you become a constellation Now when you look up at the stars at night you can see me waven

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Msg: 69

Abstract Rhythms Posted: 12/19/2006 11:01:16 PM
naive, I meant to put burning desire in ethics... I'm not sure if it fits... sorry for the goof.... Tenz

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Msg: 70
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Sorely!!!!! The Five Sense Sore!!!!! Posted: 12/19/2006 11:01:37 PM
wow (deep connection,mourning,drained) at least there was some heaven,if only a;sldfjjjjjjj screw it lifes a story might as well blame the wind

austral_azn

Joined: 11/21/2006
Msg: 71
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Sorely!!!!! The Five Sense Sore!!!!! Posted: 12/20/2006 5:14:46 AM
While I still appreciate you, Let's find love while we may. Because I know I'll hate you, When you are old and grey. So say you love me here and now, I'll make the most of that. Say you love and trust me, For I know you'll disgust me, When you're old and getting fat. An awful debility A lesson utility A loss of mobility Is a strong possibility. In all probability I'll lose my virility And you your fertility And desirability. And this liability Of total sterility Will lead to hostility And a sense of ... futility. So let's act with agility While we still have facility For we'll soon reach senility And lose the ability.... Your teeth will start to go dear, Your waist will start to spread. In 20 years or so dear, I'll wish that you were dead. I'll never love you then at all, The way I do today. So please remember, When I leave in December, I told you so in May.

Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 72

Abstract Rhythms Posted: 12/20/2006 10:15:38 AM
Wow! I just read each poem newly written; and I was moved by each one. Each is expressing a piece of their inner Psyche. I often wonder; what is the impetus of our mental motion that pushes us to compose? I envision angelic beings mentally delivering to us a channel, a stream of Truth. Whatever it may be, I thank each person individually for composing here a piece of self.

Joined: 8/30/2006
Msg: 73

Abstract Rhythms Posted: 12/20/2006 4:21:48 PM
Naive- feel the rhythm in this gal: Caravan To See The Lamb ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ New fascination upon Mary’s face Knowing she cannot reconsider abiding the Lord’s entrusted duty Knowing she is chosen, to carry within her womb a child One not for this world, within her mind a crystal objective is known To carry with her daily a soul promised to make men Godly One that will bare the weight of thousands of years of sin untold One that will give grace freely without repose To the chosen I say freely, “You are to be marveled!” Please know that many will come In a parade, a caravan, a pilgrimage To see what you carry in your innermost being… © 2006 T. Scott

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Msg: 74

Abstract Rhythms Posted: 12/20/2006 4:31:14 PM
That was too profound for mere words! Wow Intenze, wow!