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Posted: 4/12/2007 5:43:56 PM | wrapped in gowns of splendid euphoria
these men of casen words of phrase devine
see them growing in the garden of good and evil
as mocking whim of flower pretentious
reflecting of narcissus pool
be but fools
mere weeds in this garden
they speak of idiological genius
while minds of milkweed pouring out
ouzing stiky white from liquid toungue
beware for they mesmorise as do the morning glory
holucinagins be entwined in their riddled phrase
what seems as morning rising on new day
is falicity wrapped of evening rising over the hearts
hearts of false measure casting forth
lies wraped in black and white habit
lies and betrayal from guilded podiom
temples shinning bright of gold and wealth
taken from the hands of decieved sheep
fleeced as is wool sheared
pauls flock now naked and exposed
as shepherds steal devininty in the lords name
shadowriter | |
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Posted: 4/12/2007 6:01:30 PM | | very vivid abstract Shadowriter...yes,indeed...always be alert | |
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Posted: 4/13/2007 12:36:03 AM | ~~One minds eye~~
Envisioning thoughts that wander and gaze..
As easy as words become a fine tune upon a page...
the settlement agreement from a past due amount unsettled....
knowing all along that hatred is more than love ..
knowing all along that vengence would never run dry...
that torment and pain would conflict every ounce of emotion..
pain inflicted.
worse than most..
deaths door knocked upon countlessly..
seeing into obliviatic states that life is pure uneasy..
that tenure is to blame for what mindset collapses...
loving and hurting..
only to love again and die that very way..
full of solace and pain..
yet this time pain inflicted not my way..
just torment from past subdues thrown in unison..
cascading emotional breaks left unanswered..
as the liquor pours thruout my veins...
i adhere to nothing but lonliness in life...
for the past led..
still walks upon my mind..
it will linger there...
it will open its doors when eyes of my own..
can no longer see...
black out stages of pure undenial..
seeing the trecherous road of a past once led...
only then..
never before nor after..
yet only then...
when the blankened stares begin...
when the lids close tight and nightmares invade.
it is then that torment calls upon me...
it is then that hatefilled rage bares its wicked head...
for other times than those..
is when the slightest grin accompanies my alabaster skin..
when thoughts cannot haunt..
is when i can once again smile...
only then is the true me there..
when awaken natures of the who and what i truely am show their face...
everyday..
help me thru this treachory put upon me..
help me lift this curse and become whole once again..
help me stand on stable feet with a sane mind...
for i seem to be unable to do just this alone...
strength i cannot find..
help me...
help me..
help me....
Lisa Anne | |
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Posted: 4/13/2007 8:37:57 AM | Incomplete....
Away we go
from here we are
Spinning webs around
us, caught on the tracks
as the train speeds
closer to the car.
(In the back of this car
I have travelled no where)
Here we sit
yet there we go
into the wilderness
of an unknown season
in this life
Treees wave goodbye
looking over my shoulder
at the past, passed....
And then beckon me into the future
as I look ahead........ahead.
Away we go from
here I am
Lost again with
no shelter from the
harsh winter winds
Bury myself six feet under
and hibernate.
Tao revitlalize my soul.
Away I go
from there we were....
Life life so fast
season and days
a constant
methodical
blurr.
With no contrast.
Yeah...hey HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13th!! | |
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Posted: 4/13/2007 10:06:16 PM | Triplebp, that poem is wonderful. I often believe that life is starting anew from second to second. How abstract marvelous is that! I thank you for reemerging such pleasant thoughts within my mind.
Uzilicious, you use words with ease, forcing them to comply with thy every whim. I thank you for the multiple ideas therein. You touched on several points that express themselves in riddles.
Casheyesblond, what motivated these poems in you? They are both vividly alive, inspiriting and awe inspiring. Of a truth, the spirit is in thee. The first one truly engulfed me whole. You were in a zone, the afflatus had fallen upon thee, and the vision was clear as the spirit typed through your fingers the painted picture. I truly thank you for sharing them here!
Shadowriter, marvelous use of metaphoric poesy! The constant deception and hypocrisy is ever rampant in our society. Truth is but a byword, shrouded in tithes and bloodshed. I thank you for the many aphorisms that you compose in prose. They truly touch the core of reality!
Bubbles, your poems are always intense, but the voice therein is calming, walking the reader gently through the maze of depicted visions. Moreover, thy soul speaks in volumes the human travesty of existence, the constant yearning for freedoms untold, but craved for, in and of the spirit itself. You are an in tuned writer, eloquently conveying the soul’s dilemma in rhythms rarely traveled.
Adament, the cycle is ever recurrent, and only the soul truly knows how to break the unending torture. It’s amazing how poems, in the heart of writing them, can often unlock in us knew truths of ourselves. I thank you for permitting the poem to take you on a journey. This is how the spirit often brings to our attention the hidden truth. | |
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Posted: 4/13/2007 10:17:30 PM | The fallen spirit of insanity!
Back to the flames burning
The constant reminiscence of the trauma
Momma treading upon my spirit
Satan plotting my demise
Father maintaining the nomadic path
As junkies roamed the hallways
Of a broken down adjacent complex
Where Bibles lay in the open windows
Where grandmothers cursed the winds
Where voodoo is suddenly real
Where Jim Jones recruited my aunty
Fukked is the soul of the deceived and fallen
I carry this burden weary in the forest of a “Black existence”
What the fukk is a spirit’s complexion?
Sing to me myrtle trees!!
Forward away this grotesque affliction!!
The mark of Cain is strangling my heart!!
Thus I reread ever word in the Bible
Frantically suffering from spiritual distemper…
“Get the fukk out of my mind, Satan!
You have claimed the ancients
You have killed Jesus
You have deceived God
We are now wise to thy devices!!
I take the challenge! | |
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Posted: 4/13/2007 10:21:16 PM | You don’t want the war
Esoterically I destroy
I plunge into the core of thy home
Fukking thy brain sore with Jesus’ blood
Watch as it trembles
And dissolves in Holy Water
The end is me
In me
Fukk the fear
Fukk what the priest has said
I am alive
Forevermore! | |
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Posted: 4/14/2007 12:10:30 PM | | powerful writes,NW....thanx for bringing them to the page to share | |
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Posted: 4/14/2007 1:06:11 PM | Do change the present...
In the recesses of a dream
Even the screams echo
Into the screeching night
Where Bibles read prolong the cries.
Insufflated by the Mystique Spirit
Riddles utter forth from the mind’s soul, ushering n
Alogical occurrences that befuddle the mortal’s cling.
Sing clearly little canaries; sing clearly the mysteries of life.
Take away the vision muricated,
Blain with the murrain of illusions
That became sprinkled throughout
Picasso’s schizophrenic portraits.
Bring back the purities of disabused thoughts.
The subterranean whispers’ of the Zephyrs.
The calming enrichments of ambrosial visions.
The Pneuma of the crops b4 Dysphoria effaced the euphonic voice.
Do enmesh the many souls of transmigration
With the foresight of the eagle. The keen senses of the ferret.
The courage of the lion. The cunning of the fox.
The grace of the dove. And the humble heart of the Dolphin. | |
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Posted: 4/14/2007 1:15:21 PM | ^^^^Loved that N&W
Picasso ...oh how we love to refer to Picasso.....
those portraits....
Many here write so well....
the poet speaks from his own experience ..
and thus....
Oh hammer the truth
hammer hammer!!!!!
the truth is being released
and it is venomous
poison and very cunning
shifting the finger to point at the
painting
while crushing the artist...
how genius!!!
Speak to me oh speak...
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.
you ask...
"Is it hurting Yet?" | |
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Posted: 4/14/2007 5:31:07 PM | Hurt comes from within........
yourself...........
your biggest sin!
Let you be more of a heart
for others.
for a start
stop
making all
about you
maybe then
all could have a clue
Sinful pleasure
is easy
giving
is hard
but within
comes
life
Open your heart
relieve your mind
senses are tremendous
when they are not of
the bad kind! | |
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Posted: 4/14/2007 5:38:49 PM | Joshua The fallen spirit of insanity! is simply marvelous!
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Hold on,
don't release
your pigeon flock epiphany
to chatter in the void,
to scatter in the sky,
to coo their when
and how
and why.
Hold on,
let it simmer for a while,
answer itself
in echoes mirrored.
Match the shards,
unspoken through vacancies,
with what was left
on the workshop floor,
where you assemble
in pressure panic
power pleasure
pinnacle,
in a climax,
a maximum
climb to an altitude
of invincible attitude.
When in vitro you
left behind dust
that was meant to travel
by your side.
Hold on,
and breathe anew.
Take this inhale
to call the flock
from the sky,
so you can carry
the impact of words
spoken in time.
And no notion
left behind.
Hold on,
beat my heart,
just beat.
Open your eyes.
Then,
write.
© RoxyRoxRocker™ | |
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Posted: 4/14/2007 5:47:36 PM | I don't know what inspired that but it was bloody brilliant...
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Posted: 4/14/2007 9:15:09 PM | Fromme~toyou…I thank you for visiting. I think I may have pushed the envelope a little too far with those last few writes.
If I have offended any one, I do apologize. However, I do hope that we realize that the passions of a true poet are not to function within the contours of another man’s vision. Expression hindered, is not expression at all.
Jules, I hear you! and I thank you for the wisdom.
Swetroxrocker, I thank you for such a beautiful poem.
My mind is moving rapidly right now. But I shall locate the source! | |
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Posted: 4/14/2007 9:33:13 PM | Dear Joshua...I take no offense to anything you have written; who am I to judge what is in your souls desire to pen?
I wrote this for a friend a long time ago...I've edited it somewhat...
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~Courage~
Standing at the edge he dips his toe
Tentative, wobbly and unsure
Hands wringing, twisting fingers
Voice in his mind encouraging him
Same voice…telling himself…
It can’t happen for he will most likely fail
Digging down deep…
Courage and faith in self is all he feels
With arms flung open he takes the plunge
Diving into a pool
Of calm relief...
Swimming for a bit
Mind yearning for release
Fingers and eyes burning
He writes, swimming in
Thought
Feeling
Concept
Until tired and spent
He is only left with...
Warm sense of accomplishment
In the end…
There is but one voice
And only one thought
Floating in his mind…
I did it!
~Faith~
RoxyRoxRocker™ © 2002-2007 All rights reserved | |
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Posted: 4/14/2007 9:58:39 PM | | Indeed! I do hear this poem. And I thank you, swetroxrocker! And as I have always said, I love thy poems. They are composed from a place deep within the One Soul! | |
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Posted: 4/14/2007 10:16:30 PM | And I yours my friend as they resonate!
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Here is a poem
that will never be read
It will never be saved
It will never be quoted
It will never be remembered
Unless you invalidate it
Insist it to exist
and try and express
the unexpressable
Epics of war-ravaged lands
Soul as steel, and thoughts as blades
Fire and smoke drifting in the wind
and mingling with the howls of the dying
Lines blurring together so long and thick
to deceive, but to reveal
a map to an inner landscape
To see if the mind can leap
Making and seeing
sense of nonsense
patterns in chaos
Hoping to see a clear line
glistening inside of a tangled web
Endless loops scrawled
Chewed pencils and pens
thin lines following each other
running, running, running on paper
to a freedom that isn’t there
Illusion masks
empty projections
couched in safe descriptions
of sensations of senses
impressions of images
sculpted in sentences
wrought in words
References
to one thing or another
until it makes you just wonder
Are we all just echoes of our own experiences?
Sophisticated monkey-parrots so smart
that the constant regurgitating and reflecting
has fooled us into thinking
that our thoughts are original?
That we really created them ourselves?
Why, we must be gods!
All the sound and fury
really is nothing
meaning is like shards
of broken mirrors
in shattered frames
Poems are sheet music
for the orchestra inside
Every performance unique.
RoxyRoxRocker™ © 2002-2007 All rights reserved | |
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Posted: 4/14/2007 10:19:22 PM | Ah, Jehovah! Is the church any longer part of thee?
Murk realities linger and art fashioned therein!
Hands full of ashes float above the melodious drums.
Here travels a man of many furtive truths, freely trapped,
And even thirty pieces of silver cannot release his soul.
They march in threes, coming and disappearing as one.
The mystical tide foretold the falling rain.
It is more of a spiritual summons then it is I.
Shall we die together?
Have you lost the noetic realm in order to gain Jehovah?
Ah! My inner voice professes…ye three despise her too!
Be it what it may!
Let the spirits speak!
While the mortals remain emotionally attached to carnal conceptions! | |
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Posted: 4/14/2007 10:24:34 PM | Yes! Swetroxrocker! Just yes! Yes to the illusions, the truths, the conceptions.
Awesome poem! | |
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Posted: 4/15/2007 12:00:17 PM |  Joshua...........I was not referring to you! But am very glad to see you are back my friend! Let the beautiful poetry begin......!!!!!!!!!!
Friend , this road is long and hard.........
traveled by many
and many scarred
Reassurance........
I do have some.........
blindly as I travel on.......
life is never what we wish.....
but are we to know what is the Gift?
Maybe , it lies in a lesson unknown
maybe it lays in a love ,
yet unknown
What ever the pleasure........
I am sure
we will find
let us be open
and not be so blind
Sincerity......you have within!
Honesty........yes
we let it all in
Disturbed as we all are
for within this life
searching for a lot
maybe just a little
less strife!
Enjoy each day.........
for what it is
another day's triumph
and another day to live!
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Posted: 4/16/2007 1:09:26 PM | Joshua..in reply to your saying you may have pushed the proverbial envelope a little too far...can you elaborate? I would appreciate some clarity...
as for my poem...
I always push the envelope...and too bad if people take offence...  | |
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Posted: 4/16/2007 2:40:10 PM | Carnal perceptions
what's yur pleasure resurrections
all gone up in a plume of smoke
three on a match to stoke
the flames of impurity burning
the Body
not a building with steeples churning
bad proprietors
stained glass window minds
travailed hexed quincunxed
supported tribe grinds
naive and witty to be for sure
a servant of the One
so Pure
dancing light and piercing purpose
like a heartbeat felt below the surface
penchants withstanding and proclivity prose
evil's side and men exposed
back to intent with an insightful sage
boxes folded in origami rage
four corners or nine where the lines
stay falling
on points all their own befuddled
yet calling
riddled with ecstasy and beyond
all measure
betrothed with vanity
the heart's poison treasure
and be it left to one so simple sincere
a writer whose ways might seem very queer
and left up to time
with demurrer sublime
how could we pass in slime
a bad rhyme turned on a dime
better to wait on a fate toaster
and long for a coffee chat roller coaster | |
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Posted: 4/16/2007 2:47:22 PM | wow uziliscious!!
sounds like you know him very well...I've never seen this side of you...
awesome write!! | |
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Posted: 4/16/2007 7:48:38 PM | feel the tears that roll from a strangers heart
and feel his sorrow
shed the tears of sorrow for another mans pain
and know his loss
cast the tears of your own hearts suffering
and know that you have lived
shadowriter | |
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Posted: 4/17/2007 5:02:44 PM | Shimmering sands,
drifts of air.
The desert is crossed
and angel's there.
I come from the North
all cold and frosty.
Unheal My mind, take My soul
Nurture it
like a fragile glass.
When the fires of your
eyes burn for others,
will you spare a thought
for One you hold.
That ball of earth
pressed hard in your hands
Open
and see where you have
Taken Me
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