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Posted: 7/27/2007 8:59:36 PM | J and Cash.......I am touched by your praise but more so by your writes......you truely inspire to higher thoughts
a tale of 2 Kings 18:14
as ridicule and subservant follies gave rise to weary thoughtless task
does rise to mankinds bitter truths
where all in greed in dauntless striff
do play to subdue the fires of assyria burning
in nightime camps and bloodfilled days
as sweep them from their deadly game
the pray doeth rise in morning commeth
by angelic hands does victory lay
Hezzekiah victory by the hands of God
lays truth to Sennacheribs legions
that wealth and cost of lives doth bring greed unto its end | |
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Posted: 7/27/2007 9:24:05 PM | by midnight rise doeth chim thy sullen tune
where heavens gates close tightly on the walker of shadow fields
illumination decends into blackness by the 12 tone of time
and the mind wanders to times lost to the betrayal of the heart
sensual ghosts of memoried lust haunt my nights
walk silent in my shadow and feel the depth of despair
bathed in orange light of streetlight glow
defening humming breaks my mind into shattered remenents
alone my night world haunts my days
my shadow is the blackend hole left by her parting
Rob | |
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Posted: 7/27/2007 9:40:03 PM | | " the colour of ambivelance and yearns that I cry incorraigable"....increadible words my friend | |
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Posted: 7/27/2007 9:53:01 PM | Awesome write, Shadow. And thank you for the words of support. We, and many others here, seem to see a great deal. It feels good to be amongst Visionaries.
LastNight1963... Thanks for dropping by. I would love to read a poem or two from you. | |
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Posted: 7/27/2007 10:44:00 PM | feel the endless winds that rage
carrying forward the lost embers of life
scattered to the skies
lost in upward motion
aloft with sorrows of yesterdays fleeting songs of remembered laughter
graceful movents that once prevailed
now mere shadows of long eroded heartache
within thy forms did lay my life and my truths
now found in nightmares of bitter platitudes
in the valleys of despair where only lonliness abounds
shadowriter | |
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Posted: 7/27/2007 11:18:57 PM | The winter sun
Great blazing trees of brightest yellow blossoms
Adorn my days
Bring warmth and sunshine to the soul through visions portal
So easy to forget its winter
....when your eyes are shining in the light of such bright beauty
nice one god :) | |
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Posted: 7/28/2007 8:27:06 PM | as silver light of moon laces nightly my skies
with pewter clouds that roll in nightmarish motion
I wander through the passages of timeless toil
my mind races in oranges, greens and turbent hues of violet strain
these colours of grief and anguish signal change
with bitter slumbered rest comes knowledge
of death and dying sorrows strain
each dream morphs to nightmare
each night my soul is raped in violent savage throws
by visions of those long lost
to dying endless woes
sleep comes at a cost
more than handfulls of silver of the moon bought and souled
unknown to those who share my world
only to the silver lace of the moon
shares in sorrows of night
shadowriter | |
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Posted: 7/28/2007 9:02:07 PM | darkened silence rolls in hues unseen by the eyes
heard only by sufferring souls of yesterdays tommorow failings
mind of pain and sleepin fury sees only dark silhoetts were men once stood
figures that haunt my days and vibrate violenty in my night mind
shapes of fallen loves and childhood dreams ended in failing
desolute mind of empty promise
wayward soul adrift in the darkened well
set fire to all of once was known
to dive deeply in the ashes of desire
walk a fence with me
and know these boundries of lace and skin
that seperate the mind of glory
for the endless soul of sin
seeks beyound the light of timeless waves
where sands wash at the crashing seas
in my world you walk alone
as darkened silhoutes have known
shadowriter | |
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Posted: 7/28/2007 9:52:46 PM | SaltyTowers…. It’s forever a pleasure to read your words; they are laced with Divinity!
Shadow…. Every line flowed as a torrent of the Oceanic gods of the sea. | |
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Posted: 7/28/2007 9:53:53 PM | A prayerful confession!
I manifest; taken aback by sin. But the sin
I love; addicted ath Job to injustice. The stars
Hath alighted me with passions; passions of
The fallen Grecian gods. I can feel the whispers
of Aphrodite impressing pressure upon my mortal
Mind. How do I resist the call of nature? How do I
Resist the intense passions of God? How is it sin the
Craving of God through woman? I find a moment of
Sinister peace in the womb of Psyche. But only the
Snake Goddess can redeem me of this flaming guilt.
Bellona now appears to me, fortifying my senses for
War. And in war I shalt fall but ascend in sculpture;
Immortalized as Zeus; but left athirst for God
Atwitter labeled as a Gnostic heretic. Minerva, if I be in
The favor of thy soul, bestow upon me the key to this
Esoteric maze. This fire that burns me into the Bastille
Of ambivalence. Salus, why not fall upon me? A man
Of purer visions than Beelzebub. My utter fervor is
To feverishly perish in the womb of Mary. Hopefully
Anathema won’t be summonsed upon me for seeking out
Christ’s root. Venus, I beg of thee, leave my members be!
Take away from me this overwhelming passion to engulf
The flesh. | |
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Posted: 7/28/2007 9:56:39 PM | Epiphany!
As I wrought in spirit
These very works, the wraith
Of my unfleshed grandmother,
Utters in my soul: “I love you.” | |
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Posted: 7/29/2007 7:18:22 PM | God’s Physical Woman!
The aura of mysticism is upon thy soul.
You are the alchemy of god’s eyes.
I look in a panic to stare upon thee.
The sheer consternation rumbles
Within the spirit’s of Zeus’s mind.
When ye appeared, the Lord wast
Taken aback by Astarte’s creation.
You are the golden scrolls of immortality;
The elixir of youth, the anthroposophy of
Wisdoms unborn. If I could but make
Love to thee and perish, I would awaken
In the sidereal tundra of forever. Awen can
But hope to touch the creation of poesy’s
Imagination. Baptize me in thy unredeemable
Sin—for this I woulds’t forsake the sidereal
Tundra of forever; I would forsaken the power
Of love. | |
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Posted: 7/29/2007 7:19:44 PM | From the Book of Shadows,
I manifest from the chant of a ritual—
I become the fleshly river of Brahman—
I give rebirth to the strength of Cannon Law. | |
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Posted: 7/29/2007 10:12:12 PM | *Violent Peacification*
Mushrooming stars
and butterfly moonbeams bring
doodle-bug dreamy, delightfully
happy-day peaceful resolve...
but with mushroom-cloud-comet
Cerberus sunspots a
bitter-bat bug-eye bereavement of
sadness and hatred evolves...
so if green-grinning-jello
peace-pudding-pie-hippies go
galloping gracefully by...
offering colorful kool-aid a try; doobie cool...
and puff peace-pipe smoke-circular sticks;
inhaling heavy on harmony's heavenly fix. | |
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Posted: 7/30/2007 3:55:23 AM | | P.G. Very Abstract and unique! I Love the new flavor. | |
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Posted: 7/30/2007 7:00:41 AM | I can still feel you inside of me
Like the serum of poison ivy itching
Uncontrollably underneath my skin
St. Michael would know what to do with you
But, alas, your poison is sweet
A hot intoxicating treat
That calms my body, enraptures my soul
And drives me mad, all the way back to you again
Rationality slaps me silly, telling me I’m a fool
Reality pierces my heart until I loose it all over you
Soul mates in some places beneath the sheets
Head resting on your chest…
A dangerous liaison when the day breaks
You are my sanity driven to incredulous places
My heart often clenched between your teeth resting
On your lips that speak to me words that inflate and squash me
Dearest of predators, stalking the sweet
Suckle my honey ‘till I’m bone dry
One day I won’t need you anymore
But until then, soul mates in some places beneath the sheets
Between love and hate, violence and rage and sweet nothings of nurturings that leaves me
Hungry and weak. | |
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Posted: 7/30/2007 4:35:52 PM | | WOW! Jesyka! I do mean WOW! This work is so laced with passion and sheer electricity. I love it! | |
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Posted: 7/30/2007 4:49:01 PM | | Thanks Black Mary! I’m glad to see you posting again. And that’s the truth. | |
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Posted: 7/31/2007 4:52:50 PM | A distant yet distinct rhythm
echoes,
penetrating through
stimulating all the senses
cradling the consciousness of mother wit
while the ancient callings
open a passageway,
peircing the veil to wisdom's attic
just like the mystic moon
surrendering it's secrets to a resounding new dawn....
And as the words dance across the page
by the sound of a distant drum,
a caged bird sings out melodies from within
as he is reminded that he hasn't forgotten how to fly.... | |
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Posted: 7/31/2007 5:34:12 PM | NW- thanks, i guess i had to get some stuff off my chest.
Casheyesblond- your writing is very peaceful :) | |
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Posted: 7/31/2007 6:11:05 PM | | WOW! Casheyesblond! I love this one! Jesyka is right! Peace flows therein! | |
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Posted: 7/31/2007 6:11:33 PM | Siren
Woman of a trillion dimensions—
Why woulds’t death permit the sun to rise?
Digging deeper into a man’s chi you plunder—
Manifesting the unborn tarot reading. The chants
Of cherubs wavelength through the universe—
But no matter the integrity of passions you will only feel
What’s fleeting!—On the day on Yom Kippur
Sin wast manifested—thou wast manifested from within
The matrix of web.— Herein-you—man wast webbed—
Man wast fed thy poison—and man loveth thy poison.
In Widdershins dominions of the left-hand path—the
Craving of thy very skyclad unreality became the shed
Of blood.—O woman of junoesque surrealism—thou art
More compelling than the canal of life—more afflicting
Than the knife to flesh.—But to be knifed by thee—man
Yearns while vowing to insanity. How many rites of passage
Must a man perish in order to swim within the womanly
Holy-Grail of alchemic enraptures?—Woman of a trillion
Dimensions—given birth therefrom the Book of Shadows—
Driving man into the penumbra of a dying oak tree.—Why
Dost man loveth thee? Moreso than the unfelt stars? Moreso
Than incantative scars?. Moreso than the whispers of Divinity afar?
Moreso than eternal bliss?—Thus ye breed pain! | |
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Posted: 7/31/2007 6:22:34 PM | | Wow, naiveandwitty, ^^^^^^^^^^I must confess, not being much of a reader, I haven't come close to discovering you yet. This is the first one of yours I've read in I-don't-know-how long. I'm not much on descriptors of such expression as you have, so I'm just going to say--"awesome!" I mean that in the most reverent sense of the word. | |
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