| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/18/2007 7:53:46 PM | | You speak into art aphorism after aphorism…truly inspiring, Shadowriter. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/18/2007 7:58:27 PM | Bound to the Eternal….
I wish not to escape the great ache…
And indeed thy old soul shouldst amble
Through the cave with us…it is
Opalescent therein…though we refuse
To perish for the metaphors of a dead man….
The blackdamp of existence can suffocate
The blind…but just hold this one candle…
And transcend beyond thy ego….
Inwardly feel the hysterical laugh…
The laughter of thy own soul…thine closes
Friend gone mad…sacrifice thy mind…by
Leaping over the golden edge…shed blood
As we journey the invisible up-climb together…
As we walk you into eternity…
Feel the awakening presence of a dreamily
Manifestation…witness as thine own spirit
Cometh forth…witness the prickles and thorns
That afflict thine own spirit…watch, as aside
The black jack oak we remove these ailments…
Realities that left you barbed-wired within the
Plagues of thine infected thoughts…the irrigation
Of thy pride…the Pontius Pilate mentality…
Stranded in the prisons of unpaved streets…
Lonely for freedom…devoid of sangfroid…
Athwart…mentally cuffed…deteriorating in the
Spiritual guillotine…gripping the pendulum of
Abeyance without knowledge of this very truth…
Come my friend and be healed…the great war of
Man against man is a myth…the spirits are at war…
Thwarting thy very destiny…the calling of thy existence…
Come! Back to the spiritual catacombs in travel…unwrapped…
Falling from the bloody clouds…letting go of the great illusion….
also posted in TruthIsee' thread | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/18/2007 9:19:49 PM | Beautifully written NW...thank you everyone for the "inspiration"
In this world...all around us...
These wounds
that make that heart and soul bleed.....
Human struggles
and sufferings
within and all around us, we can feel and see....
And one cries out,
O' this" vital breath" please retore
These vain,
wordly winds can only take my air,suffocating me to the core....
And in all this,
while other Pilate's doubt and demand,"what is truth"
I find it in the wounds and human suffering of the one that's gone before me and you...
A deeper struggle
a deeper passion
this human-ity
and devine...
is the reason why
I can't distant myself
from all that I feel and see
with my heart, soul and mind...
And because he loves me this much
I want to put him first
because he loves me this much,
on the cross
with these two words,
"I thirst"........... | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/18/2007 10:08:11 PM | | WOW! Casheyes...I thank you for your energy! | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/18/2007 10:08:27 PM | III
In vision, I see the iron collars of loins girt in blood…I see the
Burge of the Lord’s prison. I scream: let the mountains watch
Me as I picklock the dungeons of hell. Armageddon lingers in
Indecision! The thrawnness of this tacit reality is forever raking at the
Hopes and dreams and faith of mankind. Thus, I’m sawing gradually
Away the legs of Jacob’s ladder. I want the sky to fall. I want the
War to awaken. I want to meet GOD. I want to be that spirit,
That sword, the cause of the demonic shed of spirit-blood! | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/19/2007 6:58:28 PM | Cool write, reminded me of something I wrote.....
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Would I vainly suffer thus?
Would I allow such thorns to tear this flesh?
Bleed my naked soul
Victimized a paralyzing
need
Vanquished to a three horned palace
Where shimmering tides
compel me to live
Or be cast such...
deep to this place of twisted screams
Bring me the Gods
From knees I ask they rise thus
Extinguishing their greed
...and answer me this...
Do you suffer me with vain?
..T.. | |
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Posted: 6/19/2007 7:02:13 PM | | Truth…I’m familiar with that space that we at times enter when composing poems…sometimes we know it, and at times we don’t…this poem to me was written while you were in that space. A fabulous work of art. The gift is in you. | |
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Joined: 6/10/2007
Msg: 983 | |
| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/19/2007 7:09:47 PM | I paint with a marker
that's also a brush
rush rush rush
red green blue yellow
pallete contained
in a joyous tube!
The canvas is wet
But soon it is dry
Pass pass pass
Purple Red Black Gray
Form is contained
with values and hues!
The figure is dark
she is my focus
sex sex sex
pink red black blue
Body contained
in my subconscious woos!
And our talk has come to a close
Time to end the prose
hush hush hush
white yellow blue
Dust!
- Trevor | |
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Posted: 6/19/2007 7:18:09 PM | Truly a unique and at once visually enthralling poem, Trevor. There’s a profound ‘something’
Operating in you, forcing you to create these works of art. I thank you for sharing your talents in this thread. | |
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TrevG
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Joined: 6/10/2007
Msg: 985 | |
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Posted: 6/19/2007 7:28:52 PM | | Thank you Naive. Your poems always remind me of a fresh battle somewhere in the lands of fantasies. You know what I would love to read one of your raging torrents through the art of fables. A story involving talking animals. Like your typical fairy tale. Except with your own visceral perspective touching it. It would be something like anansi stories. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/19/2007 8:23:23 PM | this night spent away from humanity
alone with myself
and at one with the rythems of life
quiet
still
smooth waters strenching before me
life teaming by the makers hand
all is well
if only for a fleeting time
shadowriter | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/19/2007 8:29:16 PM | I thank you, Shadow....
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"If only for a fleeting time"
The euphoria is returned in kind
The wine is soothing placing in spirit the mind
The chimes are ringing against the echoes of time
The moment is seemingly unreal
In midst this peaceful field
Where there is no desert
The soul is light as a feather
The streams are flowing
The wisdom is growing
And by chance we have removed the long felt tether | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/19/2007 8:33:51 PM | He comes to me a fleeting dream
A vision nothing like I’ve ever seen
A burning bush or bolt of light
Never burning or losing sight
These great feats…images paint
Something bold and never faint
Carried throughout all of time
Heaven’s ladder for one to climb
To bring them closer to the one
Closer than the burning sun
Or is it all just a dream
From the sun's burning beam
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/19/2007 8:36:53 PM | Sometimes things at the homefront
can pull at me.Thank you both  Bringin' a poem back to the page
It may just be a temporary place
yet in that moment,all is as it should be
such pleasure,sensational delight...if only innocence could always stay
mind and body would remain as one,in perfect harmony
in this temporary place, where all is as it should be......
edit/enjoyed your poem as well, triplebp | |
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Posted: 6/19/2007 8:45:28 PM | It’s more than just a dream, Triplebp. And that’s a damn awesome poem!
Casheyesblond: marvelous!
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Though it is like a breeze…
Even breezes return…
And soon we learn
How to hold in our palms
The secrets of existence! | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/22/2007 12:31:44 AM | rajah of the senses
within electrical fences
therein repenting
I climb unto ashes | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/22/2007 12:44:58 AM | IV
From out the black hole,
Notwithstanding karmic chains;
And the slain of spirits inside
my seismic soul; I came! | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/22/2007 8:54:44 PM | Cultic Undulations, the Esoteric Elite….
heaven-bound and prophetic
the bloody clouds recruit us
forthwith to the rotunda we trek
with candles flame’n spirit touched
there’s a hundred neophytes tonight
drinking from the cauldron of blood
chant’n through the souls of wolves
in a trice I transform into cultic love
chimerical ideals become reality
apostles trek out of the catacombs
with mystic-magic upon their tongues
whelmed in the countenance of twilightzones
minds picklock the secrets of the gods
gripped in trance the moon becomes flesh
the sun baptizes the illuminati elect
the third and six dimensions enmesh
man becomes one with the angel’s wise
forefeel’n through the rapt of ecstasy
the coming of the shed of Being
the manifestation of liturgical mysteries
my Father dear Father come trance with me
the skies open transcend’n us beyond our deaths
we float through the temple eyes heavy with sparkle
filled with the majesty of the one eternal breath | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/22/2007 9:04:51 PM | filled with the majesty of one eternal breath
the soul grasps at the realms of blackness rising from the deep wells of pain
that hold the sorrows of mankinds follies
repungent light twisted through prisims
of ideology and doctrine of long passed prophets
gasping for life through the death of guilded skies
alive with the words that stain the pages of the mind
shadowriter | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/22/2007 9:20:35 PM | ^^^^unfolds beautifully NW/mental images are intense
and a nice tag Shado...very vivid as well | |
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Posted: 6/22/2007 9:29:39 PM | tear my body deep with the light of fallen moons
remove the ties of a materialistic world
of possesions and guilt
remove the shame from the soul
see me standing naked in the garden of life
exposed and vulnerable
revel in the freedom found
released from trapping of societal gaze
bath in the release of my soul
and the joing of all of mankind
together as one eternal being | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/23/2007 12:27:57 AM | amazing writes, shadow, truly artistic!
hey casheyes, thanxs for the positive feedback! | |
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Posted: 6/24/2007 2:45:26 PM | Positive enlightens me.........difficult it seems
Endurance stands alone......like me!
Gladly give up all I know
knowing what I search and love
Sincerity within the heart
why you make me search so long?
Knowing in my heart is right
searching for the right in sight
Make me like a quiet angel
seeking love.....not really here
Know my heart,
know my soul
Give me voice
to make me
whole! | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/24/2007 8:05:13 PM | the black king today
relented his pawns from servitude
yet how free are they truely
today the 1 167th cav unit returned after a 20 month deployment in Iraq....God speed to all of them including the 2 members who did not return.....please remember them all ...and all of their comrades today....in your thoughts and prayers..... | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/24/2007 8:40:54 PM | Jules4u, I thank you again. You poems touch home.
Shadowriter, I shall indeed place them in my prayers. | |
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