| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/1/2007 10:15:35 AM | What will happen if I fly
Slip out with the light
Run off with the dawn
And start again.
What will happen to my spirit
If I don’t move on and grow
Yet repeat a scenario until
It’s twists
And turns
Are so familiar I could live blindfolded and blinded
By my own delusions. | |
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Posted: 5/1/2007 10:26:18 AM | My insides are facing the world
My blood drips into our mother Earth
The wind breaths through my veins and sends shivers within my under coat of sunkissed skin
My lips are inside out,
Licked by the rain and loved by the heat of the sun
Can you feel me?
Hear the beat of my heart as it slowly slips down the red river
To lay at the bottom of my legs by me feet.
Glimpse once more into my eyes
Before they are pecked and stolen
By a bird that flies forever away in the night
They alone will see the world
Yet my hands are still connected to my arms which lay at my feet with my heart.
They will not feel the world, for they are no longer alive.
Around, down and higher they go...
My eyes are gone but are now free
Their own being in the beak of a bird.
Watch closely...
Can you see?
Yes, but I cannot register this for my brain lies in the hands of another
Waiting to be placed inside the cranium of a baby floating in a womb. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/1/2007 5:59:37 PM |  Roxy....784 was really.............great for me!
So many wonderful writes....here.....hard to say , but simply great!
Tradegy....files in line.....waiting to define
Mind holds steadfast.......with the tick of time
Blackbirds......and blackminds...........often miss the mark
Concealing within.................the wonder.......the spark..........
Transluscent manipulations like ghosts transcend upon............
Feeling like a soul alone..................just a lonely one......................
Lavender flowers in my eyes............when closed....
Smell sweetly............................within my nose...
Opening eyes......brings colours........of many..
kalaiedescope of moments........cascades plenty!
Thoughtful balance........of all these things.........
Eventually in my mind..................sings............
Comedy insues.........I have little to lose! | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/1/2007 6:57:20 PM | big oily hand defeated,
the technos feeding back
promising resurges
un-sensed beauty returning
wishing wells upon the combatants
soft trampled pedals
floating and flowering
small feuding dispensed,
as recognition begins
uncovering the wind
filling faces with a grin
the dog befriends, s
sniffing a new beginning
harness the sweet nothings
utopia ensues with reason
sorry 4 gloomy ones...science has got me
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Posted: 5/1/2007 10:15:15 PM | Whyspr…write what you choose…Thorn is correct…you are an awesome poet. Remember, this is the communities thread…we write what we feel.
Thorn…awesome synthesis!
Tenz…very clear and succinct, I love it!
Jules…thanks for the honesty. Love is the key!
Smileygrill…abstract awesome!
Always…it’s always a sheer pleasure to read your works!
Jesyka…welcome to abstracts. Your poems are very creative!
One and all, I thank you for blessing this space with your artistic beauties! | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/1/2007 10:20:25 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 smolder 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 minds 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: 5/1/2007 10:45:23 PM | Moon is full...........I feel it's vibe.......
take it in........make it alive........................
for within it......I feel so freeee.....
always what I want to be
Tensions ease...........words please..........
maybe a writers............bended knees........
I am hardly a writer...........
put words in , for others to decipher..........
I am really feelin' them tonite.................
don't care who reads em.............
have no fright!
Classic.............moon glow........I bestow......
upon the words........I yet to know................
flowing from my head.........like clouds...............
never have I been so loud!
Simply saying.................
constellations.................bring me out..........
no prohibitions...................
I must be a flying sequence...............
to my undying indifference!
Lost , no not..........always........here............
words.......are kept..........and now come clear!
Lavishing me............within my heart......................
never ending..................not to part! | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/2/2007 4:27:04 PM | ~~A Wandering Thought~~
A wandering thought
a past yet fought
future left sought
To rhyme in reason
to hold tormented treason
Yet left wondering of what to rhyme
Will it be a heart in horrific time
Or a love that has yet to shine
A beautiful vision of the sea
A captivaiting moment left only for me
What, oh what, will it be....
A wandering thought? Maybe...
How about a fairy in flight?
or maybe just maybe a kisses delight
or maybe even a demonic fright
how about an immaculate sunrise?
Or the tears streaming down the bluest of eyes
or maybe even how the "HIlls Have Eyes"
How about the "13Th floor"?
Or The love of One whom I truely adore...
Or maybe even the sandy sea shore....
How about the intense longing within?
OR the bloody knives of "Freddy Krueger's" sin
Or maybe Ill just write of the stench of perspiration.....
Bet with that I would get a grin....lol
Well a wandering thought indeed....
Write what you see..what inside you need
A wandering thought...a wandering key
Just write and write....what sets you free............
Lisa Anne | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/2/2007 7:25:09 PM | Thanks ya'll..you are all wonderful, ty
*smiles* | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/3/2007 4:54:37 PM | ***Apathy Undertoe***
I'm not excited, doubt I'm depressed,
or maybe I am, who would know?
Really I'm rather indifferent. . . perhaps.
Can't think straight, always pause
between the lines (it's getting worse).
There's a sort of acceptance going on
that I can't get passed or over or around;
It burns when I concentrate.
I can't even turn around I'm so stuck
in the gooey used sidewalk gum of apathy.
Letting the fire go out is not the answer
and my greatest fear is falling
back into the re-run pit of
mundane self-depreciation.
Can't get passed that damned will to live.
Helpless to fix itI fight.
I conquer small battles, but it's a long cold war
and I much prefer white sandy beaches
under the adoring gaze of the blazing sun
My emotional clockwork is a bastard.
Ever ticking forward in denial of emotion
or triumph. Tick tock tick tock tick tock.
The pendulum sways a hypnotic rhythm
Emotional leprosy has consumed me.
RoxyRoxRocker™ © 2002-2007 All rights reserved | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/3/2007 5:15:34 PM | falling curtain betray the night illusions fair
revealing daytime blindness to life bitter dance
awakened the prison of emotional falisy
gone the darkened vail of midnight bride
stripped bare revealing every curve of her naked and glorious form
behold her sensuality
her sweet and tempting lure
hold tight this fantasy
for she never will be yours
only a mere pornographic image of desire
soon again to be hidden by the curtain of life stage
shadowriter | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/3/2007 6:58:23 PM | Born and bathed in golden hews
It was rocked gently in the arms of a dark, autumn yellow
Its first words were whispered
As it floated in pools of orange yolks
And hummed its first lullaby
As it cascaded down brilliant streaks of fire flames
Landing softly onto the taffeta petals of a pale rose
It was cradled lovingly and began to feel comfort
And confidence through the pink
Into the joyful melody of fucia
The fucia swirled and spread
And taught it to dance to the sound of a rusty saxophone
Finally, it took rest from dancing and was aroused by a red fog
That had slowly come to slip over the fucia
It was rocked, touched, licked and loved by ruby
Clenched and released by the sweet smelling and sticky fog
It was left shivering in a bed of tears and sweat
Awaiting the thick cover of purple haze
It curled up in a ball and felt satisfaction and closeness for the first time
It was enveloped in purple velvet
Protected and warm
Where it learned relaxation and a sense of being
Eventually it grew cold, as the purple could no longer keep it warm
Then the blues descended with their spicy, sweet aroma
And the tunes of a broken heart
The blues descended so quickly that it had no time to feel the transition
From the lilacs to the midnight azuls
And so it lay,
Lonely by the blues and their spice
And their sweets with a hint of rum on the breath of a song
That sung a tune to the beat of its falling tears and wounded heart
And it along with the blues and the booze
Were suffocated by the profound silence of blackness
And so,
It came,
Grew
Lived,
Loved,
Danced,
Sorrowed
Sang,
And vanished
With the setting of the sun. | |
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Posted: 5/3/2007 7:39:23 PM | rising nightime tide
your darkness burns my eyes into submision
falling under your spell
I drift on seas of ink tide shattered light
lonely abyss of mindful folley
shadows casting xenith light upon the darkness fall
breath in the acrid air
feel as it burns deeper through the walls of sanity
eating slowly through the barriers of pandoras box
soon to set free the demons of darkness and light
the keepers of knowlage cast free upon the darkened spirits on makinds
fleeting sanity
ears bleeding in defenning screams of painful vollies
and the suffering of mankind is unleashed in tolling furries waves of glee
set me free from the darkness
the blackened sun holds no promise
as sunrise falls upon a shattered heart
shadowriter | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/3/2007 8:59:34 PM | Broken china doll
a mere scrap of nothing
used, abused, mistreated
as usual
Im just a china doll
my life spent on a shelf
my worth depends upon
the one who plays with me
the one who dusts me off
if they even bother to remove the dust
rough or tender hands
the result...always the same
I am cracked once more
and tossed aside
cold , hard, and devoid of life
ask me if I care
why should I
it's what I expect.. after all
just a china doll
go ahead...use me...it's what im here for isnt it? | |
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Posted: 5/4/2007 1:37:55 AM | They wrote a prescription
to sell me what everyone dreams.
But the cards have been stacked in the deck
all around me it seems....
True melting pot,
some brunswick stew....
Yet I have to assimilate
adopt
foster,
give up part of me...making this "stable" status quo true.
Permission to dominate
or escape....
An unearned privilege predetermined in the womb.
To acknowlege
but option to ignore what it means
is the ultimate privilege that one can consume....
Got my hand reached out
to fill in the cracks in the rainbow.
But for some cats to stay that high,
they need to keep others down below.....
The camouflage,
back door part of the american dream
that even "the kitten can see."
But I'm gonna keep reaching out
to make a righteous difference with every part of me.
"Operator, please connect me to social distance.
Every time I try to get through,I'm feelin' resistance."
Categorize
Standardize
Institutionalize
Conventionalize
Normalize
Systematize.......
But if one complains,they are only labeled as rebellious or someone that rants,
by the ones that are conditioned to oblivion about the existence to this song and dance....
Running through the matrix ....
cut-out patterns that are sometimes preconcieved.
So maybe one should shake my family tree
before one does an institutional profiling on me....
The ones that journeyed before me ......history calls it "the trail of tears."......
This forceful control and seperation because of someone else's trail of fears.
Some mythology is binded by fear...
Sometimes even the "herioc rugged individulist" has been taught not to see,
in fear that merit and virtue alone may not have gotten them here.....
I'm not trying to take away from the hard work,or struggles it to took to forfill the dream
but only to acknowlege the nameless unearned privilege that goes unseen........
To try and make a difference.....
Is not just in being good,
or just in saying what is good,
but the "doing" differently
and "doing" good for a shared well being.....this human circle.....
(oops...I started out in abstract but thoughts start unwinding  ) | |
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Posted: 5/4/2007 6:16:57 AM | The innocent gaze of searching eyes
You are not alone
Here and gone are your demons
Time has past you at last
Now the scent of pollen in vast open fields beckon the familiar
And the tranquil waves that rhythm upon the shores
Release white bubbles that talk to the sand
No life ever will
The tiny universes of our own
Like abysses of yearning moonlight
They synchronise beating hearts in coupling embrace
And clasp memories with delicate nature
Noses touch
Eyelashes entwine
And lips trap softer lips on sweeter breath
For that stare now glazes twice its sparkle | |
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Posted: 5/4/2007 5:50:28 PM | Jules…words are very powerful and moving…where would we be without them. A tremendous muse, Jules!
Bubbles…very rhythmic sequence! You magnify every word composed.
SwETRoXRocker…very poetic and true for so many! If it weren’t for the poetry!
Shadowriter…marvelous twist and turns, Shadow! Sheer fantastic! Both poems!
Jesyka, very vividly decorated poem! I truly enjoyed reading it.
Whyspr…very igniting poem! The metaphoric touch is awesome!
Casheyesblond…very stunning poem! Many truths therein!
Wavingonthehorizon…welcome to abstracts! I thank you for posting here! Make yourself at home! | |
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Posted: 5/4/2007 7:46:10 PM | a gift of muse for you my friend....
see the falling sunrise drowning in the perils of falted dreams
juno's muse doeth sear at sights as these
here jelous glow of envious midnight haze
set fire upon the heated pain of appolo's demise
rise high from the patheon this night
reveal and dance upon demise of titans own
swim deep appolo this night in your liquid tomb
behold the wrath of neptunes rage
helena charges forth upon the guilded spirit of huntress bow
behold she as midday sky crashes with icarus failures known
dancing all the while to the melodious songs of pan
and narcissus admiring only himself reflected in the midnight pool
as revel the gods to baccarus's feast upon the midnight hour
calypso calls upon the waters of time to all who pass the way
guided by the flight of mercury rissen
behold this night as the ancient ones do hunt for the souls of man
mere muse in the gods of the gardens
for upon the midday rise of juno does appolo fall
and mans eclipted world does drown in tides of rising shadow
rapture he who does lie in hades realm the guardian of all darkness
as muse does stike its sunless revel in the garden of my eden
shadowriter | |
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| Abstract Rhythms...in Witty's House
Posted: 5/4/2007 8:33:08 PM | Frozen
The time that binds
Locked within
We escape our minds
Mindless thoughts
We release again
Broken feelings
We begin to send
To the future
From the past
Empty moments
We hope will pass
Down a stream
Of something near
Towards the dream
Away from fear
Back to when
We were chosen
To live a life away from
Frozen
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| Abstract Rhythms...in Witty's House
Posted: 5/5/2007 6:58:59 PM | Shadowriter…every allusion struck me in the heart of the one artistic mind. Sheer genius!
Triplebp…how true you speak…how true indeed! | |
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| Abstract Rhythms...in Witty's House
Posted: 5/5/2007 8:18:16 PM | melodies of life echo throughout the passages of pain
resonated by the cries of children abandoned on the path of discource
hungry tired mere pray for those who walk in the blackness
as soon they are devowered by the temptress of the reapers blade
cast as sacrifice to the pleasures of daytime folley
and still the song continues on
as broken bodies cast to the depths of hellish lare
do sound out in unheard cries of painful calling
body upon body
corpse upon corpse
wasted life upon the heaps of those who passed before
life is but a mere note in passing
lives intertwined become the harmonies and melodies
death remains the constant rythem
a passing of time keeping time to all the fractured hearts
and stil the song continues on
all blackness form does cast the shadow of inverse light
twisted glories climb high upon the trellis of the mansion of pain
great white palace
your dwellers do call forth the angels of death and destruction
all in honor of ground swelled blackend greed
mankind a slave to mankind
death a slave to life
life a slave to mankind
on so goes the song
a constant
rolling forth in continual deception of the truths that bind our souls
the song has no decernable words
no dicernable truths on decptive rythem
hear now the chorus join
that thunderous roll of cannon echoes in the beats of the wings of the dove
each sound tolling the death and the joyous glory of victory over light
all in name of one
the master of the white palace
the keeper of the sactuary
the slayer of man
the master of the reaper
he who conducts the song and the orchestra that acompanies
shadowriter | |
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| Abstract Rhythms...in Witty's House
Posted: 5/5/2007 8:57:34 PM | your brains are splendiforous in this thread you are t/v's projecting images in full color
I wrote this not using metaphores. as a sci fi thing but I think you can apply some.
……………reborn from pure bond.................
on the three thousandth cycle they were reunited
their past magnetics draw the renewed acquaintance
a simpler time but far more treacherous for the tribes
they kept the group stitched and ready for defense
vitals always in mind and strategies complex for survival
laughters and pleasures fixing themselves to the fabric
grafters of the torture kept at length with wit
they giggle and mock at the badlanders magiks
tuning their crafts of manipulation
forging expert lives of tradition
waiting becomes longing when they are apart
they watch the likely path of return
hopeful glancing expecting the embrace
unleashing the passion they’ve earned
'I could hear your name whispered through the elements
soft flowing breezes of sound caressing my mind'
the power of that existence pure, free, and proven
circling energy already sounding it’s chime
two elder souls with their youthful exuberance
etched in the mysterious unknowns, etched in the static of time
defying the logic it all becomes cosmic
as the magnets pull and align
'where have you been? reason for life
my forces were filling empty
usher in now our previous lives
parting from pure bond relented'
hope you likes | |
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| Abstract Rhythms...in Witty's House
Posted: 5/9/2007 5:21:03 AM | Awesome reads in here!
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poised on the brink
staring into the abyss
the wild doe freezes...
leap, leap, leap!
can she make it
to the other side?
fear and dread
converging, merging
colliding, contorting.
barriers are relative
stretch your mind
and jump.
RoxyRoxRocker™ © 2002-2007 All rights reserved | |
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| Abstract Rhythms...in Witty's House
Posted: 5/9/2007 7:00:12 AM | These are very thought engulfing writes everyone. I thank you each, individually as one, for placing these artistic writes in this thread….
incarcerated within
…therein-there is still a glint
…of light-in this barded-wired soul,
…where the purgatorial lakes are burning lent.
…therein-there is still a glint
…of hope-within this heart turned flint,
…despite the flaming cold.
…therein-there is still a glint
…of light-in this barbed-wired soul. | |
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