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Posted: 4/22/2007 12:28:57 PM | Cool writes Tenz and NW...vivid mental images unfolding/thanx for sharing
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Thoughts out loud/it's a cool day in the pond...just something at the homefront
Walking contradiction....
I have traveled so far.....
The journey has been long,
and when the finite mind touches,
crosses,
the infinite at any point,
this fork in the road,
one knows
you can't turn back,
for the finite,the past,
is now extinct....
No, I can't say I am in the light and choose to walk in the dark..
Truth can not live a lie...
The light doesn't attack the dark...
Good and evil?
If absent,
can it also be present,...to the infinite mind?
Can one see the contradiction?
My soul is mind,
intelligent mind...
So I can't claim ignorance,
give in to folly
and not expect seperation,
duality.
Can one see the contradition?
Oh yes,
let me serve all my passions on a plate.
come and get it.
Now don't be late.....
Yeah,my sixth sense,
this gut feeling,
it's telling me
you could be the world's greatest lover.....
But I'm not ready to co-sign,
cos' I'm not looking for a part-time lover.
No,if I have to be a walking contradiction,
for a momentary gain,
then to me,your'e just another five minute brother...
So here I am
at another fork in the road....
The array of light paves the path less traveled,
but you have to give up something,
so many never choose that road....
So while you may be thinking,
of the many ways I can turn you out under the cover,
there is something else you may want to discover...
All power...only one,none "beside him,"
and if your'e someone trying to make me choose,
and I have to give up something,
before I would become a walking contradiction,
I'd give up you..... | |
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Posted: 4/22/2007 8:10:16 PM |   Casheyes....you are very timely in your words...tonite ..for me! I feel the same....5 minute interpretations of love........simply are not it , for me!
Simply know that within your heart
what you've known , right from the start!
Love is not a little thing
many times it's just a fling
I would rather wait forever
than to repeat my many errors
Live is peaceful, without pain
life is lovely , mine is sane!
So simply know within your mind
what you choose to have, and find!
For never can another know
what you need, and what you've known! | |
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Posted: 4/22/2007 9:45:37 PM | Tenz…good to see you again…I hope that your new journey is flowing in harmony…God Bless You!
Casheyesblond…beautiful poem. You compose about and to God with such moving passion. I thank you for gracing my eyes.
Jules…you speak of love given me new hope. I often refer to love as a consolidation of conceptual impressions that manifest their rendered purpose in that most universal word…the word love. In-addition, I often realize that what’s rendered as love is merely the labeling of a faculty of the human psyche that has embraced a kindness rarely obtained from another, a kindness that is received willingly due to the agent perceiving an internal attraction for the agent rendering the affection in question. Forgive me for the psychoanalysis on the concept of love, but I have pondered on it for a long time. The love of God, that is a mystery to me; because the nature of man is so disloyal. But human love, I understand clearly as being the name given to what the agent respects as a present benefit.
Once again, I thank you for returning to me a glimmer of face in the capacity for humans to love freely. | |
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Posted: 4/23/2007 4:48:43 PM | The love of God, that is a mystery to me; because the nature of man is so disloyal. But human love, I understand clearly as being the name given to what the agent respects as a present benefit.
Once again, I thank you for returning to me a glimmer of face in the capacity for humans to love freely.
joshua ..........often wishing I were wrong......I extend sincere apologies...for all....but am sure this is what it is for many! I sincerely do not seek it that way.....maybe this is why my search is in dismay? I do know that my heart seeks more than the excuses...and deliverence in many here! I wish you luck in your quest...my friend! And if we never find it.......we have at least searched hard and long....and I do have faith in my God........for he keeps me sane! hugs jules! | |
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Posted: 4/24/2007 8:37:29 PM | Abstractly words burst free…
the winds are longing and weary.
for the teary eyed tides have drained dry
the sun as it arises sullen and vengeful.
but the days are long from their last cry!
moonish vibes rift the coming smile…
now settled in the woodlands of the bereft mind
cleft in spirit endearing the raging prayer.
no need to stare inside the glare that’s blind!
come jesus-rain why disguise thy grimace.
thou art transparent gleaned apparent and exposed.
just as a butt naked madwoman running thru the African Savanna
screaming heart-wrenched wit baby without breath in her arms froze.
sweltering! now knitted tightly in a pine box.
what’s left for the mass is a pile of horn moth eaten bones
labeled as “nature’s undertakers” de-sanctifying the carcass
as the passing spirit smolders without breath nor moans.
the explosion of Mount Saint Helen thrashing through the catacombs it is.
iridescent in the imagination of a supernal-mystic-man wending in place
withered in the soul filched from that too tired retreat that once brought peace
haunted by imprisoned-invisible wild dogs that spiritually taunt the mind’s abased.
in this place the chase is depicted in mirages that paint the halls in stigmata afflictions.
now where the alchemist sphinx enigmatically debates in the clouds with the mongoose
for the soul of a tortured human whom omens mulct of liberty and unfettered breath.
do tell the deacon that holy blood is leaking from the heavens never to break loose!
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Posted: 4/25/2007 2:02:36 PM | Alas!
Tidal wave not the blind
Enfeebled made abased but Still no Sun no Shine
Enshrine therewithal bring to find
Through midst this vortex kangaroo court hex
That final supplication to grasp the mind
Save for compunction
Repercussion be-eth made-eth to breathe
But told-eth the key for ingress is that diseased purposeful maze of sinning
Now punish thee the living for adhering to thy red carpet
Kierkegaard too suffered this noetic Retarded
Witness this buffoon who deliberately chases the typhoon
Bewailing from the pulpit the coming of Revelations be soon
But there twain churches to the right they prey to the moon
And here where the Sun is wet, persons sell thy soul to thus becometh tycoon
Alas!
Be it faith be it true
Foreshadowed through this Jungle
Where tumbleweeds distort the vision and illusions there rumble
No clarity to reckon repentance just merrily wantonly binging
Could-eth this be-eth considered a life sentence? | |
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Posted: 4/25/2007 2:04:28 PM | Majestically spoken! I am merely a Slave!
Ephod’s being is burning in fury,
Disenchanting the carcass;
The camouflage is fire, the combustion of Sheol.
The Lord’s hand is upon us, an inexorable compulsion.
We merely obey or perish; legendary Apostates, the new age Proselytes.
The riddles are held close to sacred hearts.
And that spoken out overtly is suspect, held in suspicion.
The lord’s hand is upon us.
Notwithstanding the wretched infidel I am!
I suffer proudly; given these unfathomable graces of Salvation’s compulsion.
Struggling against the spectator’s armor of taint; am I alone? Ah! Alas!
Haunted by the Prince of Rebellion, only to summons death aside the left side
Of the serpent’s heart; I pray this be-eth a false vision.
The almighty is raging, set aflame anon in this mind-state.
As mother perishes over yonder; her granddaughter is oblivious to her breath.
How pitifully miserable we are!
Evidently so, for the stars no more request our attention.
I listen, suffering the wails of purgatory born warriors.
A sorrow like unto our sorrow, this unyielding edifying torture.
It mutilates the intangible, hitherto only intangible to the unseen.
The unknown; unknown to the root repenting the coming wrath!
How thirsty we were before the coming of quench.
More so then Sheol, begging Truth to encompass us about!
No escape… thus we cycle… eternally afflicted with Convection.
My derision, my strength!
EPHOD 2004 | |
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Posted: 4/25/2007 2:14:31 PM | This feeling…
Something like a cultic-wave!
I am now the Maori, the warrior of the pacific.
Assuage these scars with wine.
Can you hear the drums?
Those Paleolithic drums!
We are all located in the rotunda.
Listening to the neophytes take their sacred vows.
I bare mental witness to these mosaic tribes.
That old motif is chief of the cubism now.
What a twist!
Abstract art forms manifesting beneath the ba;
Somewhere therein the psychedelic ka…
I feel like the quasi-religionist.
Pass me the manna.
That’s power.
Now immortalize me in Dionysus’s fresco paintings.
Place me in the lower attic scale.
And place Venus in the hieratic scale.
For I love her with motives.
This is our avant-garde assemblage;
Turn my ashes into an ancient artifact.
I feel like a found object at this very moment.
What’s verboten is forthwith most compelling.
Let me dance forever in this matrix of metaphysical channels.
My Baroque; my brooch! | |
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Posted: 4/25/2007 9:25:48 PM | So what
if the shit I jot
doesn't speak your language
doesn't peak your gauges
or doesn't agree with
the moralist
nor that the dot
I spit
doesn't fly the most
tasteful of parables
I know what it is
know what it does
because I have
tasted the acid milk
of it's counterpoint craze
on my tongue
felt the sharp edges
crash against the inner walls
of my sentient palace
searching for a loophole
or simply to smash open
a new door
So what
if you stare stumped
at my freewheeling words
unable to connect
unwilling to accept
that the reality of me
is through the looking glass
and beyond for you
and that I
when I read am just as
emotionally handicapped
as any insignificant,
significant other
and you
It is still not Utopia
no bloody Shangri-La
just a few dislocated notions
tossed out at random
in the deep vast abyss
that is your filter
along with the other's
interpretations
We all dive
and sink to the bottom
to be lost in the darkness
sometimes
And still
it's just me
and my three rows of keys
ink, parchment
longing, love
sarcasm, humor
Don't make
such a
big
deal
out of it
RoxyRoxRocker™ © 2002-2007 All rights reserved | |
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Posted: 4/27/2007 8:45:01 PM | Hunger waves at pain
the green smoke so putrid
take me, to never-neverland
I've waited, lethargy has beaten me.
Contemplation of when?
Not tomorrow, the band is still playing
wind whispered plans
of boots and braces
I can't see the raging war,
going on inside the
smell of death and lonely
blazoned bodies downtrodden
by murky footsteps
I can't stand the unseen battles
the decadent dreams
influence of pre-brainwashed minds.
take me away.
Not some bubble filled frenzy, some
washed up 80's beer commercial
a relic past
The blind mice had it right all along.
hobbling in darkness window light
the day as night would be in dreams alive,
With green clovers and chalky horseshoes
sugar dreams fade. High like no other
The diabetic noose drops
down a lingo reminiscent of old man jack
and the cats that swang to and fro
with their electric influence and blue light bravado.
RoxyRoxRocker™ © 2002-2007 All rights reserved | |
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Posted: 4/27/2007 10:49:22 PM | | SwETRoXRocker, I’ve reread each poem several times…you are the feeling…I thank you for making me feel! | |
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Posted: 4/27/2007 11:01:55 PM | EnTrance
I’m an ice-aged soul.
Defrosting in the swampy marshlands.
Headed towards the Great Rift Valley.
Wit sweaty palms that stir into mud the smothered dirt gripped in my hands.
Underground currents.
Nourish what roots dig in me lancing.
The red lilies become this java-man’s fixation,
Locked in trance drugged back into Allen’s cave dancing.
EnTrance 2
Transitioning inside the Sea of Galilee.
We produce the ancient ritual.
Libations are poured into the deepest concave minds.
The upper chakra becomes man’s primary victual.
EnTrace 3
In rebellion
The motion urges the soul.
The sound of the universe is in me.
Rhythmic relations
Sculptural epiphanies sublime
And the symphony of a dying symbol…
Scratching into submission the abrasive cloth.
“Psychic apparatus” of the deep mystique
Produces the innocence of virgin birth.
I see light inside this cosmic mystery.
I see the vehicle of existence.
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Posted: 4/27/2007 11:21:52 PM | I’m an ice-aged soul.
Defrosting in the swampy marshlands.
Headed towards the Great Rift Valley.
Wit sweaty palms that stir into mud the smothered dirt gripped in my hands.
Underground currents.
Nourish what roots dig in me lancing.
The red lilies become this java-man’s fixation,
Locked in trance drugged back into Allen’s cave dancing.
J.... This is such a departure for you. Completely different than your stuff. Where did you come up with these direct abstractions?
words for perfection
in the nebula honey has legs worthy to be in the museum
golden hair sheds shining light while apples exude sculptures to the wind
icy men walk on the moon and comfort air with silk rocks
hands dare to claim worthy keys and raspberry rhythms drink themselves into oblivion
melodies with octaves in charge, water and oil mix mash
the rock places itself upon garlic obsidian dogs
the redwoods scream cinnamon milk dances
I feel the power of the surf crying to my minds eye
as I cry through bleeding eyes I feel the bark of yesterday in my hands
my melody screams loudly, as sit and repent.........
Tenz.... | |
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Posted: 4/27/2007 11:26:38 PM | burning butterflies
cast to blue black sunrise fallen
minds epiphany in umber hues
mere crysallis of rebirth rising
aflow on the rivers of life
boundless in depth creations current
lost in search of jet doves fury
shadowriter | |
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Posted: 4/28/2007 2:57:58 PM | *hides all the butterflies from shadow and gives him that look*
Naive, Im sorry I don't have a poem for your thread. I don't think I understand the idea. What is an Abtract Rythm? | |
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Posted: 4/28/2007 4:34:20 PM | primates surprized with the sullun humm of the system
primed in that whispered rumble juiced through the sweating continuance
fired by dream followings, hauntings from the living disater promoted through
ballast forced askew mixing and wobbling waves of perception
shuddering dog aware of it's dilema awaits it's disease to completion
sweet nothings amounting to something then sent into vapors
the world being flat all along the ocean lets go of it's burden
microwaves of existance born, sweeping through the blackness
lonley they becomes as number three falls silent
bejeweled glimmerings in the red spectrum
only that to affix the unconsious corridors of reflection
wishing upon a stars shadow as the down hill rolling begins
acalades of humanity soon dusting the vacuum
NaW ..interesting threads (you know)
me just laymen | |
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Posted: 4/29/2007 12:31:08 AM | Tenz…it’s good to read you…your works too are changing. We are all changing! I’ve been doing a great deal of thinking…as we all have. God Bless U on your journey, Tenz.
Shadowriter…metaphors and rhythms…I love it!
I just read this poem by Primo Levi…these lines really tripped me out…
“He’ll see deceit in the clear eyes of the newborn, and die unsated by slaughter, leaving behind sown hate. This is your growing seed. Woman, rejoice.”
This is deep!
Whyspr…I’m not sure either….I’m told the spectrum is consistent of concrete, abstract, and somewhere in between. I tend to lean towards the abstract. Sometimes the concrete, come across to me as purposeful; such as poems of the “Holocaust,” or the “Armenian Genocide,” or World War One and Two. Nevertheless, I love them…. And I’m working on it. I’m probably just a fugitive within myself, hiding in abstracts. Who knows!
Smileygrill…it’s good to read you posting here…. I like your works. I’ve read them often over in pookyjo’s thread….you are a world of thoughts and knowledge. Feel free to visit whenever you choose! You are most welcomed here! | |
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Posted: 4/29/2007 8:57:42 PM | EnTrance7
Purgatorial wraiths.
Appeared.
Beseeching my heart for prayer.
I stared in silence.
Bewildered.
By the forsaken souls.
Entwined in dialectical spirit.
The mind is thus snatched.
Into realms of supernal ecstasy.
Afloat.
I touch the fulcrum of God.
The kinetic surge.
Violently thrashes my vision in twain.
Hence.
In spiritual convulsions.
I fell rapidly.
Into the aquatic glint.
I walked through.
The illuminati barbed-wired matrix.
In spirit-split.
Spiritually dripping.
Jesus-Rain.
In the month of lent.
Now.
I’m completely.
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Posted: 4/29/2007 9:02:08 PM | | well, I dont always understand what everyone writes, and I don't know how to write a poem for your thread. I'm sorry. I wish I did. I like coming in and reading though. *smiles*, BUT could ya make shadow leave my butterflies alone? *grinz* | |
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Posted: 4/29/2007 9:17:53 PM | well, I dont always understand what everyone writes, and I don't know how to write a poem for your thread. I'm sorry. I wish I did. I like coming in and reading though. *smiles*, BUT could ya make shadow leave my butterflies alone? *grinz*
I think you need to give yourself more credit Whysper. Words sometimes come across more clearer when you take the time to take a second look at them.
I fear I fail to understand
the words that dance before mine eyes
I know not how to smith the words
Forgiveness begged, with heartfelt sighs
Enjoy the simple sights I see
And smiles dance, like butterflies
Amongst the shadow's best left alone
I find a grin, and what that implies.
Fixed!
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Posted: 4/30/2007 1:17:51 PM | An abstract rhythm is a poem that more than likely combines cadence rhythm and not necessarily any set of rules.
in my poem 788 "words for perfection" (above in this thread)
as and example in my poem that I recently posted, none of it makes a whole lot of practical sense, but in it's entirety it paints a picture in the mind as it is read. Sometimes abstract thought such as---
"hands dare to claim worthy keys and raspberry rhythms drink themselves into oblivion"
...have many meanings for many different people depending on your own life experiences...
Possible interpretation of this one line can be seen in the following examples...
The interpretation from when I wrote this finds myself picking up a set of keys to the house, being grateful that I was not a homeless man drinking cheap Cisco wine under the bridge.
Someone else might see it this way:
A drunk man takes his keys from a party at a friends house and drive home drunk after drinking raspberry daiquiris. He might make it home or not, more than likey he gets into a wreck and kills someone. Friends don't let frineds drive drunk... fails
The truth is in my above mentioned poem the poem was created with McClure Universe Deck project.... Which can be found on one of the last pages of my word play thread.
message 1213
http://forums.plentyoffish.com/5621606datingPostpage49.aspx
Random perfect words blended to create anything, imagery is just that.... creating pictures in the mind. If done with a concrete style of abstract, the results can be incredible.
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Posted: 4/30/2007 1:23:43 PM | Concrete Abstract...........my life has ......met............
for within the wild....concrete world..........my heart desires......
less of concrete......more of love...........
less of mortar.............more of some.......
words......and works............much more kind..........
deliver me from my concrete mind!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Simply , send a shiver...........here.......words of love....
I love to hear!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Talk about the simple gesture...........
love me Tender...............love me sweet!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tender words................what can we meet?
leave the abstract............shit...........astray.........
leaves my heart................in such dismay!
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Posted: 4/30/2007 4:56:11 PM | on the bent fence the wobbling crow prospects
the trend forcing greytoned tremors upon the milky garden
surviving the endorphins plummet the out cry reaches
wishing back the nights residue acclaimed by the tolerant
grasping tight to epiphany the red faced lamp never dimms
uphill contentment tied to a stick
the forced in elders comply with the fractured weldings
the flightless bird washes his quarters and grovels
as the forcefed administer squanders his branches
thanx for gracious words N
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Posted: 4/30/2007 11:04:58 PM | The pain I will be tolerate
for courage is ominous
This sorrow is my bliss
graciousness will prevail
Alone and somnolent
in a fleeting trance
Everything to be gained in
rewards of patience
With what procrastinations
do you linger in wait
Wanting for nothing
born into paradise
Purpose intentions
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