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Posted: 8/12/2007 9:53:32 AM | Somewhere between the two~
Ever and anon the mind afloat
The gods do perish. During my
Tornado trance the daughter of
The wind awakens me—as if to suggest
You cannot leave. O the kindness
Bestowed upon Enoch! The favoritism
Of that eureka in glitter. Ah upon me
Wast an iron chain—making of me
Accountable for sins arrear. How
Many levels of hell can one man amble?
How many women must a man perish
To unto the capture of peace? Fleeting
Wast this joyous sin! But to sin I begged
For; I schemed for as David for Bathsheba;
I wailed for the living and made festival
For the dead. In heart I laughed as Sarah.
But only to suffer as Nebuchadnezzar and
To be bloody glorified with the halo of
St. Paul. O so set to rise and fall with a spear
Placed in my mother’s spirit. The Don Quixote
Bringeth hell to self. Losing touch with the
Deception of reality—the unreality becomes
Refuge. But my rainbow is ever nigh—
Given of comfort to this soul to cherish. | |
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Posted: 8/12/2007 10:23:51 AM | I can only hope that my heart beats in thy soul
As the music enchants thy senses; for my visions
Are noxious of another in thy embrace. But I realize
The night is fallen… the spirits are taken over… and
The call of nature hovers over the countenance of thy
Glorious and chiseled to perfection frame. If was in thy
Essence, I would but burn continuously; begging Venus
To strike thee with the intensities of my passions. Then
We could not break free of the magnetism of currents borne.
But in time pondered: let the light be gentle to my thoughts;
Let the war of my senses find a refuge to rest;
And let the spirits Of the rising Sun protect thee in godly motion. | |
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Posted: 8/12/2007 10:26:37 AM | In hearts of unborn thoughts—I take to thee
As David to God—but I reckon that the sky
Is heartless—and the atmosphere is now without
Oxygen. In the private confines of converse—I am but
A silent vassal—besprinkling hidden clues—only
In order to test the wits. But I confess—if in the company
Of a woman birthed of thy stature—I become magic—
I become the son of God’s composition—the brother
Of Christ’s ink. The Lord hath given
Me a rites of passage that far exceeds my mortality—
Thus, not many am I fortuned to feel. I therefore
Keep my gifts secluded—conversing with the spirits
Within the contours of the mind of whispers. Do not
Reckon thy soul so lightly—you hath been manifested
In the similitude of the greatest goddess—you art a woman
Deserving of mystery’s secret. I can but only wish that
These impressions soon radiate in thy spirit—I can only
Wish to win thy unyielding trust—thy unconditional
Warmth. | |
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Posted: 8/12/2007 10:34:12 AM | And then the heavens roared.
For the Lord Jehovah lost control.
And ahead of time—I am but a sinner—
Stranded in the winter of eternity.—But I
Shed not a river—though Brahman
Urges me desperately. Be not afraid of a
Motive that growns—be not afraid to live
Free. The sheer weight of constant controlling—
It can rob a woman of her femininity—it can
Cause affliction in the cherubs of Heaven. I can
Sense that the days are heavy—and the nights are
Often burdened by the sought of meaning. You
Sound as a woman that has died often and again—
Only to return with an inbred sorrow that breeds
The wisdom of an unrealized vision. We carry a
Great wisdom—in this realm of constant confrontation.
Energy races through us—the pains of others live in us—
We can barely hope for breath at times—and thus, another
Misery settles upon our spirits. But know that the sun shines—
And the forest is clear—and with me—suspicion is without
A home. | |
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Posted: 8/12/2007 10:58:08 AM | hey, J, bin readin' ya...was taken by "misty travels", especially-dug the ending, and lines/stanzas in that piece.
Reading you, always puts me in this place of wondering, why does this man try so hard to know? But always makes me appreciate there are those like you who care to.
a Hardy handshake mate
off the top of my head
a hair, of dna
just another twist
on life
edit; just read 1129, wow, strong piece methinks
I wish I could say the same for that last line | |
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Posted: 8/12/2007 11:12:18 AM | Om…I thank you dearly…and you are correct….I will not touch on it too deep. But know that I can’t let go. I’ve had a few experiences that truly pushed me into something that I must understand.
Much love my friend.
And never let it go! | |
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Posted: 8/12/2007 11:37:27 AM | | I understand, my friend, that's what makes you dear to many. It's a reflection of sort...;-) | |
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Posted: 8/12/2007 12:21:07 PM | Alex
Each night as consciousness slips into miracles
A mother feathers her nest with Hail Mary’s
Her child a faceless man lost on the streets
His people the nomads of a euphoric Nineveh.
Perhaps it was easier to choose oblivion
Than to fit into the sterile mold
Shaped by the unseeing
The unforgiving
Robbing a man of his dignity
The 9 of now to the 5 of another kind
Baptizing the child of man with altruistic labels
The oil of the cross a faint reminder on his forehead
Of an existence he has left behind.
I can only guess at his life
Old pictures show a gentle soul
Laughing at his own foibles.
The photographs now
Are taken from the optics of a Mother’s love
Skin and bone covered in lesions
Slowly
Disintegrating
The immune system disappearing
Needles of mercy or hell
His journey on the road he chose to walk.
Once a week the phone rings
His Mother’s prayers are answered
He didn’t forget the womb
One foot in, one foot out
The charity of a warm shower, a home cooked meal
Wrapped up in tissues of love and blessed by her tears.
The family need not know; to some it is never spoken
If you ask anyone he doesn’t exist, he died long ago
Sold his soul to purgatory.
Ah, but if you ask his Mother
He is very much alive
Anointed by the cloth which binds them.
One Hail Mary away from her heart.
A Mother’s love never dies. | |
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Posted: 8/13/2007 1:41:53 PM | | I love this poem, Autumn...I truly do. | |
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Posted: 8/13/2007 3:16:35 PM | | You are amazing Autumn. Just amazing. | |
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Posted: 8/13/2007 3:27:11 PM | Autumn....this poem was truely exquisite...and caring...so much love...of a mother! I felt every word. Knew everything it must have felt to have written it! Thank you!
A mothers love is such of infinite....it shall never end.....nor shall the bond! | |
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Posted: 8/13/2007 7:19:38 PM | One destiny a dream!
I wist nought the rages of time
Nor the waves of dementia in a torrents motionless mind
The shine of eve…
A lover’s qualm to plead…
A psalm to read…
I wist nought the palms that heavenly scream….
Bled me dry of summery cries…
A walk through the grave enslaved in chimes…
Magically swarming the brain of flames…
Slowly yearned in this irony cage….
A bird to sing…
Weddings to ring…
Above the fountains that fall in spring…
Aside the mountains that demonically cling…
I wait, sit and stare, one destiny a dream…. | |
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Posted: 8/14/2007 2:00:09 PM | rebourn by the natural light
infused air of climates cold
bathed in the laken mists
titanic form now ises from the northern waters
soul alive with joys untold
saline candles shall shed no more light
for unto myself again as one
my world again on the sixth day
awaiting eve
to complete the cycle
shadowriter | |
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Posted: 8/14/2007 7:55:15 PM | | Shadow...Long time no see. It's good to read your works again. | |
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Posted: 8/14/2007 8:08:12 PM | | its good to be back ...been away for some much needed rejuvination in the lakes area of north central minnisota....and cooler climates much need this time of year...great place to lose yourself and unwind the mind.... | |
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Posted: 8/15/2007 1:26:34 PM | He gave to her loyalty
she gave to him insanity
......Which became
books of wisdom and
a life of grief unto
his last meal
now the sun turns | |
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Posted: 8/15/2007 2:06:36 PM | We first nibbled upon tea leafs
Then the earth opened to us
We drank of what we couldn’t touch
Tears became rivers
But why shed the rivers?
There was something upon us!
And I know not how to explain! | |
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Posted: 8/15/2007 2:09:00 PM | It’s more than a fool’s paradise
It’s more than a million winks unthought
It’s beyond us
And this is why you fear it! | |
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Posted: 8/15/2007 2:15:32 PM | I could give unto the death
And still she would hate me
Her conceptions are reality
But nonsense to the logician
Ponder with me
Just because she feels it
Doesn’t make it real
And just because I disbelieve it
Doesn’t make it unreal, now
Enough with the pseudoscience
Give to me some fukking answers
Or remain silent like the rest
Of us | |
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Posted: 8/15/2007 5:05:26 PM | The women gazed out over the hills
While they sat in the creek to stay cool
The little girls were keeping their eyes out for crocodiles
While the women picked shrimp from underneath the rocks
To themselves, they laughed loud and free
Sari's eye blackened by her husbands last bout of childish rage
Her sister's healing touch stroked her long black hair
While talking stories and making jokes they were engulfed in the light air
In the distance the shadows of men could be seen on the hillside
Prying to recognize, a face or better yet the silhouette of legs or the flash of a breast
The women noticed and giggled, peering over the majestic hillsides
Where the men worked the plantations
This land was theirs as far back as their stories would go
An eternity with a pending death
A way of being encroached with the deforestation of the hills
And the flooding of the plains. | |
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Posted: 8/15/2007 5:48:05 PM | You’ll no longer burn at the stake
Immobilize you in a straight jacket
Painfully constrained
We know you know
With reality in logistics of Spirit
Wishing I was Houdini
I don’t know the art of invisible truth
Dying of thirst to drink from this treasured chalice
Quenched by sharing in a kindred community
At rest knowing I am buried alone | |
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Posted: 8/15/2007 6:17:19 PM | ephigeal fires burn in the depths of darius kingdoms wells
where light gathers on sword tips and relinqueshes to blood stained moons
dropped in battle the young crave life stollen in mid-days surrender
for betrothed to the realms of darkness the heart stands alone now
at the alter
facing judgement from the hieghts of the sheckinah seat
where the saline tears roll silent upon the candles of sun
and the moon fades in sadness
shadowriter | |
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Posted: 8/16/2007 7:28:03 AM | | Jesyka…. Awakening….Shadow…. I have reread these poems several times. Each one stirs up many sentiments and thoughts. I’m always inspired the more to create when I read such poetry. | |
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Posted: 8/16/2007 12:45:31 PM | We reap upon the dead
Eating crumbs from the master’s table
Greatly displeased I was
But redeemed by the two fold prophecy
Thus the water is my wine
Heal of me Jehovah
I seek no signs
And though unseen
I believe | |
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Posted: 8/16/2007 12:47:56 PM | Carry no bed on this day
Despite the crippled made whole
Marvel and praise God
But instead they slay the Son
But am I of the Trinity
Looking into the nebula of self
I touch you in pain | |
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