| Abstract Rhythms...in Witty's House
Posted: 5/10/2007 2:32:34 AM | The real world
Feigned piety
Lightless generation
Farfetched conceptualizers
Angry
Grimacing hearts
Smiling
While plotting
My demise
I can see
And what I see
Causes me anguish
Strife
And a blank stare | |
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| Abstract Rhythms, OUR HOUSE
Posted: 5/10/2007 2:57:36 AM | Blankly lit
We sit
Awaiting the great sight
Saintly lit
We sit
I wish to understand
The great jealousy
The great hate
But why tackle
The deranged mind
When truth hath forsook him
Ah! He perceived
What he didn’t receive.
Ah! The testimony…
Ah! The great vision!
Ah! I refuse to submit
To the self proclaimed
King
With a mouth full of trash!
Now hateful abstractions
Are upon his tongue
Grow beyond
Thy conception of light
Operate not n
The great duplicity
Do you see?
Do you see?
Do you truly see!
Is it reality/
That
That you see? | |
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| Abstract Rhythms, OUR HOUSE
Posted: 5/10/2007 6:32:15 AM | Joshua I see, but you mellowed me, I wonder if I can ever get angry again (ok ok ok flying off the handle, but I am a great shot with the frying pan) 
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A glance to be deranged
eternity began when and ends?
words in echoes
linger like an embrace
During the feast of senses
glances hidden behind black rims
claws bound by weight
body shivers betraying
voices of the mind
Captivated in a voice
sighs held inside
no sorrow in cross dressed pain
empathy and admiration blended
Invisible ties of life
bounded sighs screaming
the whore and the nun
in limbo desiring to become one
I grieve for that trust
as my dream remains  | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/10/2007 5:31:26 PM | Let me catch the withered windmill
surf the sails that never spin
catch the sunset in the morning
from the dream I never win
churning chaff attacks the breeze
in a raging storm yet still
discarded husks by million
do they drink the bitter pill
Rejected wings that lay alone
pointed tips, see their askew
beside shattered millstone lie
to drown in the flour filled dew
the broken windmill stands now
on a summers winter night
primed to grind a mournful swansong
beneath a sky for never bright
RoxyRoxRocker™ © 2002-2007 All rights reserved | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/10/2007 5:47:18 PM | A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself.
Jim Morrison | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/10/2007 5:54:37 PM | A gentle soul has many enemies
They may try to plot your demise
But they will not succeed
For you go deeper than the surface
Paying attention to the small details of life
Trying to understand yourself
Without a knife
Or angry cry
They know not who you are
Nor try to understand the person inside
That is their Achilles heel
For you dear gentle soul
Have feelings no one will ever know
It’s in your blood and from your birth
You shoulder the wrongs of this earth
Sensitive people draw unto themselves
The human side of life
What is real
It’s ok to feel
For through this aperture
Truth is reborn. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/10/2007 6:35:49 PM | bright lights cast is shadow haze
of golden darkness splieled in phrase
lest works of anger tide be shorn
tis early light of rebirth morn
shadowriter | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/10/2007 7:23:55 PM | Wonder Why.....
He sees through eyes not like mine
Childlike innocence tender and kind
He laughs at things no one will know
People think his mind is slow
Although is mind is moving fast
An accident has mind aghast
Stealing the life he once knew
Leaving his mind scattered and unglued
I now wonder how he sees the world
And all the things his mind has squirreled
Does he see the same as I
Or just sit there and wonder why
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/10/2007 7:55:06 PM | writing is loud on my scribbled tablet
versed with curse perversed with scorn
moment collapsing literal habit
capture the moment of my discern
naive my soul to be. reborn to the shadows
relearning my lesson from previous spurn
micro techs are healing me fast
and my tablet is back with lesson earned
mj | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/10/2007 8:08:23 PM | Tis early light of rebirth morn
A sweet child of love was born
Innocent of a mother’s tears
A journey of so many years
To gaze upon the slate blue eyes
Curious but not afraid.
Next to her heart the babe was laid
As a September moon did rise
The cornfield rustled in the wind
The soft browns with pony tail
Blew in the window of the child.
Wishes and dreams were plied
Out of a mother’s prayer
The child is deep within her world
Forever book of tiny curl
Kept safely as a memory to mark
The birth of motherhood. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/11/2007 6:38:00 PM | Within darkness
Ones find
light, writhing
Those who seek
and Ones who roam
meandering down pathways
Sniffing, coruscating
those smells forming
that rivulet of sweat
running down flesh
small sounds
the scratchings of claws
These fingers glomming
in the Darkness
that light fascinating
Endings are just like
new beginnings
Take them whence they erupt
smooth
the troubled brow
patinas of sweat lining the skin
harsh breaths, leather kissed cheeks
Make of it, what One will
she knows what she sees, feels
Take again, be sated
RoxyRoxRocker™ © 2002-2007 All rights reserved
***Namaste Joshua...tis wonderful to experience your words flowing on the screen, once again.  | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/11/2007 7:30:37 PM | Naive...does this fit here?
Eternal Dreams
I watched a butterfly take flight
drifting on the wind to where ever
alive, with purpose... adored
and that night... I dreamed I was that butterfly
and you.... you were the wind beneath my wings
the one who lifted me higher than I have EVER been before
and I felt no fear
only a warmth that I had never felt before
and there were tears in my eyes
and the colors in my wings swam together and became
........... a picture of you............
the wind lifted me higher
placing me among the stars
so I may shine for you always
and you... the night sky.... the galaxies
caressed my cheek and gave me hope
for whatever life had to bring
I knew... I would never face it alone
and together........... we breathed......... eternally | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/11/2007 11:40:39 PM | Alwaysdreaming: my friend…you indeed make my heart smile. I truly love reading your poems.
You know exactly what to say…and how to say it….
SwETRoXRocker: I read with joy ever line again and again, both poems! I’m forever drawn into your works. You are the gift!
Scotsman1978: I thank you for the words of wisdom. Welcome to abstracts.
AutumnFantasy: I was truly forced to slow down. My eyes became misty. You are keen in your observation. I thank you! Both poems are poetically enthralling!
Shadowriter: my metaphoric inspiration. You keep me searching and thinking.
Triplebp: I am truly wondering! But I think I did understand. Either/or, awesome poem.
Smileygrill: fantastic poem! Tremendous in truth!
Whyspr: this is a most beautifully painted poem. Of course it fits. And any poem that you place here in this thread shall always fit. I truly appreciate your works. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/12/2007 6:45:29 AM | released from sancity virgin thought
of hearts pleasure caught for naught
these glimpses to the soul do find
the truest measure of my mind
shadowriter | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/12/2007 6:55:56 AM | golden haze of sunrise falls hard upon the blackend heart of lovers scorned
sour twisted painfull light that burns at eyes so long blinded by passions failing
bodies dimly lit by the golden warmth expose the brutal passage of genocidal pain
the bodies laying out as rotten corpses in sacrifical form on the alter of lust
these were the fragile hearts that could not bare the pain of betrayal
the waters of time sweeping them to the blackend inkish depths of memories realm
forever forgotten by all except the sunrise golden haze
shadowriter | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/12/2007 3:52:14 PM | Their massed voices, howling
Like the distant wind
Heard from the swirling
Deep darkness, within
Heard before their first charge
To my minds surface
Battering crubmling guards
Spewing the the many cracks
Expending inner strength
Keeping them at bay
By hailing down, Spiritual spears
Into the sea to stop the invaders
They keep advancing anyway
Horrified by what I hear, see, smell
Close range, what kind of fighting to expect
Afraid to face the inevitable mental drain
As the mental defense erected come crashing down
While gaining dominance under the unbearable strain.
RoxyRoxRocker™ © 2002-2007 All rights reserved | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/12/2007 4:27:01 PM | Shadowriter…that space of poetic flow, gentle, moving through the portals of time, everso powerfully exploding in our thoughts. The mark of genius is in you! I thank you for motivating me!
SwETRoXRocker….you move with the frequency everso masterfully! We have here a magical connection. I truly believe that energies are in flight, touching our psyches, ever urging us into deeper realms of artistic manifest. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/12/2007 9:37:04 PM | rising early with the rythems of Stevie Ray still pounding defly in my still druken skull
body numb expcept for the vomiting that calls me soon
oh sunrise you come early to me this day
that bottle long emptied of its sorrows and tears
still calling in its endless plea
numb me my friend
numb this anger
bleed from my eyes as do the tears each night
I remember the casting spell that bewhiched me long ago
your eyes a trap that snarred my hearts longing
your body that unleashed pleasures in mine
sweet love where have you gone
why have you taken all with you that once was me
sweet juniper berry
numb me deeply
cast your own spell
and take this shell that remains
and kill it deeply
an ode to my broken heart and the bottle that remained
of fallen light cast the hells fury bellow
my mind wandering now to the past I long to know again in my hands wandering
distilled dreams of your lustfull mouth exploring my body
truely a moment again to be felt and enjoyed
but merely a passing fancy of a drunken hand and a torched pain of rememberence
how I long to feel you on me once more
Idylic butterfly of passions fleeting joy cast in drunken vomit filled fanticies
stubbling hard into my past
falling face first into my hellish nightmares of you
my sweet butterfly lady and your parsnip play filled glee
please tell me you remember me
your loved once cast high upon those tear filled eyes
as your body rose in flight on butterfly wings pulsing play
wonderful blue eyes where I once swan deeply
promises made only to fade in passions dying flower
now a darken night cold empty and intoxicated fancy
where have you laid yourself this night and in whose arms do you now fly
a penny for your thought and a fifth for mine
you left for a another
no you left for yourself
for the other was another step
another heart to ride upon
in fleeting migration of the broken flight of butterflies
Fear not for I for I am long dead this night
merely a moth headed for the flame
in search of the lost fire of passion delight
a bottle and a broken heart
shall always find each other
as do a coffin and the corpse
good day my dear
I know you cannot love him
you promised your heart to only I
and promises are like broken hearts
they last forever
when swimming in a gin filled sea
shadowriter
dedicated to the love of my early 20's | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/12/2007 10:28:10 PM | Iron collar 2
You remind me of pain
Shame
And Grief,
Those burns I wish to escape
Those nicks
In the bones of my spirit
That ache and chide my Father’s heart
You are another iron collar
Strangling my breath
Hurling me over
The angriest black mountain
Where I sit
In darksome moments
Scared to utter God’s prayer | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/12/2007 10:29:53 PM | | Wow! Shadowriter…to the love of thy early twenties…. That is a deep love! And I’m certain a most precious one. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/12/2007 11:55:49 PM | i was burned in my 20's
i thought about it and it came out this way
latent heat of the promisings, store the bonded energies collecting
they are covered with the retroactive mundane
obstructed by the crushed foil headgear gadgets
granting the small greeds, the leisure’s ignorance
patched weldings, twisting the framework escapes
overlooked by the prideful wills of inexperience
higher tiers swaying, and creaking with neglect
thrusting thine own dagger of feelings
two egos clenching. preventing the ambush of passion
unclaimed becomes those experiences
as the masters of contortion separate and betray
the portion of existence is lost, resetting thy continuance | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/13/2007 5:53:18 PM | ~~~Twenty Something~~~
What matters meaning?
I look through a hole
In the sky or in my heart
Poke my finger through
Or at least pretend to...
Eyesockets empty
Waiting for glass orbs
Shattered by thunder
Tremble in the yellow dew
While the heat argues for me
Inside my head
Every finger poking sockets here
Sockets in the sky
Thunder in the dew
Sockets in the wall
White light blue lips
These are the things
I think
When I feel you here
Logic not followed
Meaning erased from brain cells
Reality, spatiotemporal, phemonena
Objective, subjective, empiricist
Existentialist...
Heavy clouds secrete
With visitation of May mist
Voluptous trees, sway from left to right
My sight, smell, touch, taste, sounds
Wrapped trapped in analytical meanings
All just as useless as what I just wrote
But when formidable sensations
Wake me at twilight
Do you think I care?
I don't
I still want you
Logic not followed
No meaning, reasoning
Just aching hope
From some other part
Of my mind
RoxyRoxRocker™ © 2002-2007 All rights reserved | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/13/2007 9:58:24 PM | Smileygrill: very thought provoking…I was walking with the voice therein…it’s very clear a loudly heard.
SwETRoXRocker: I was tumbling downhill! Thy poem is one quick surge of forceful consumption. Ever line echoed in my inner mind. Truly heaven sent! | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/13/2007 10:01:11 PM | Mirage 2
Tongues of fire amble
Gently through the ambrosia
Where rushes of cataclysmic zephyrs
Usher seraphim voices into my imprisoned priest
There for a moment the phoenix
Therein my barred & barbed-wired shut soul
Resurrects anew, garroted to the hearth
Of that Gadarene furnace
There-again I become the Robben Island
Translated in spirit exiled
Sat before the Rivers of Babylon
Mourning for this elusive Promised Land
Romantic about my God
I reread my faith there
Carved in the sandstones
Of the churches marbled tablets
Notwithstanding
Inveiglements become limpid
Where I rise in this desert temple
Excommunicated from myself
Suffering from this soulfelt tenebrous splinter
Mind-numbed split in half
I sit in this spiritual burg
Grasping at my marcescent faith
Wrestling with this Old Man of the Sea | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 5/13/2007 10:20:35 PM | Seraphim, my maiden name
to which I layed all the blame
then change things up,
I thought would do.
Pull this string, let light through
and sought the magnificance of shadows in the night
through wounds there grew wings
and virtuous flight
with light heart and step and gentle touch
there are no more jagged edges to teeter
tear or cut | |
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