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Posted: 8/16/2007 12:48:56 PM | Life is in me
The hour is coming
And from the grave
I come to you
Low and humble
Bearing witness in blood | |
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Posted: 8/16/2007 12:50:44 PM | You have heard nothing
What is in you?
Search me out
The testimony is written
I know you
Satan’s child
Receiving of man while
Hating the Word | |
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Posted: 8/16/2007 1:01:48 PM | Who can hear the unspoken?
Quickeneth me my Father!
I went widely astray!
Lustful and unhumbled by visions.
She gave of me the fruit.
I depart hence this centre.
Notwithstanding the sin is in me.
How do I know you God?
I speak not of self.
But unrighteousness is in me.
The devil has done it. | |
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Posted: 8/16/2007 1:03:41 PM | “Never man spake like this man.”
Still we must kill him. | |
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Posted: 8/16/2007 1:16:18 PM | I am now dead
Speaking to you
Not yet alive
But breathing
Walking
And spreading of not myself
Find me in chapter ten
Also in the alpha
Also in the end
Why see me not?
Light is of the contrite
In the water of sent I wash'd
And I am he
With eyes wide open
Feinting as if carnal
Put clay upon his eyes
Keep the Sabbath
Fret not over miracles yet
Free the ox from the ditch
But kill the prophet
Anger is in me
I flip over money exchangers
“Whereas I was blind
I now see” | |
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Posted: 8/16/2007 1:18:11 PM | I have power to return
I have power to die again | |
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Posted: 8/16/2007 8:38:59 PM | In the sweat lodge
The body is as if water
But in spirit—
We are at a gridlock
There’s a traffic jam in the cosmos
But why would I beg of Satan for wisdom?
A new flame o’ burn in me
For familiar with the whole I Am
It’s a flatline that passage
Thus again death is xpose’d too soon
But my friend I violate not you
And if forced to divide I do fathom
But the blood is a reality
And refuge in delusion is but a detriment | |
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Posted: 8/16/2007 8:54:08 PM | The room is noisy
The penumbra is peaking
And the light is disappearing
Vie wit the chosen—
This is wisdom
Then we ambled through the desert
Drinking water from the cactus
The magic is exhausted
But spells must be chanted
Mulct me not of peace
I was born with it
Thus—it is in me | |
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Posted: 8/16/2007 10:39:54 PM | Life—I run from thee not
The Herculean path I trek
Searching every Rock for water
Forty years we cycled
Awaiting the hermetic seal
My iridescent Father
Olympian in thy mercy
If I can but drank of that Rock
If thy anchor can but hold me still
In this I shall but quaver and tremble in praise
Quixotic about Jehovah | |
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Posted: 8/16/2007 11:01:41 PM | Do believe it~
And the vulture breathes
Attempting to purloin the calm
“But joy cometh in the morning”
There’s to many verses in this particular force
I live in those chants
Illuminati elite besprinkle the blood
And thereof I shall drink
Read it closely
I compose of what’s bespoken in me
Ephod has written every poem
I have written nothing
But the schism I abhor/ I remain whole
Calling down the sun and the moon
Dwelling in the ancient chi
Burning the tarot cards
Eschewing the widdershins
Walking the set path
Warring with the warlocks
Rebuking the lefthand taunt
The depth is of my strorehouse in the right
Of one time these eyes were called pure
Ah! Indeed! I have never forgotten of the path.
“Let them be clothed in shame that mock the light”
The words of her mouth are iniquity
But this scorpion hath no sting
In Aramaic tongues I summons the holy grail
Wearing his tunic at the séance
Burning Belial’s Tallit in leaves | |
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Posted: 8/17/2007 10:01:08 AM | Through the fields
Blindly I trekked
Suddenly a cobra appeared
I was trapped
But then the lessons of the mongoose
Came to mind
Thus I attacked forsooth
And sacrificed its venom
To the cobra god
I’m loose | |
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Posted: 8/17/2007 10:10:46 AM |
The wise man looks inside his heart, and finds eternal Peace.
Hindu proverb..........
Guests of existence....
travelers of stations........
we must discover security ..
within ourselves.
This short span of life.....
we must find our own insights
Otherwise....how can we Live?
Rediscover your inner life........
not nessecarily religion.....
But a "vital feeling". | |
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Posted: 8/17/2007 10:34:27 AM | Jules...It is always a pleasure to see you here. I love this piece of wisdom. And I thank you for sharing it with us.
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Posted: 8/18/2007 6:09:30 AM | XXIIV
be cempter lessen talise felle'
the tongues of ancients rattle in the hollow wood
fly with deciept again angels harp songs
while risen tunes call toward the armies of davids faith
the plagues of the seven risen lords have dined upon the life and land
yet stand I as mile marker on the road of unvanquished
tell the sun to march forth
and the moon to follow in its shadows
time can never hold to thee
ne' thaqlis hesctro batiscal Jesusica
shadowriter | |
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Posted: 8/19/2007 11:32:24 AM | | Wonderful writes...from two marvelous people. I thank you both. | |
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Posted: 8/21/2007 4:52:04 PM | Upon—
Upon a holy handkerchief
I stitch your name in spirit
Dropping into a rapid abyss
Where the echoes are present lyrics
Where the resentments shed in blood
Where time is but a deceptive blur
Where the onlookers await the falling soul
Where memories voice the drunken slur
But awoken in a dream
The portrait of adolescent screams
Melting everso the flow of streams
Whereupon I Re-stitch me at the seams
But still I can’t let go
With spidery-legs the guilt but clings
As I avalanche eyes upon the airglow
As I hear to you the angels sing | |
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Posted: 8/21/2007 4:55:17 PM | Upon my lifeless back
Floating down the air
I pause in the motion
Wondering if you’ll be there | |
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Posted: 8/21/2007 5:06:02 PM | Captured moments—
Getting lost in your picture
The lines are forever
The deep imprints
The scars of heaven
Looking for a savior
Born in the furnace
Playing the lyre for others
Forced to the background
Smiling just to be accepted
I can only shed tears
Wishing the mind was clear’d
Wishing in spirit that mother was here
I knew not
But I marked the day on the calendar
As if guided by a wraith
My heart illumed with spirit
I could barely breathe
The night spent in turns
Unbeknownst yearns
Intense motions that burn
I’m now branded
But the light is still glowing | |
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Posted: 8/21/2007 5:38:45 PM | | Dear friend, the light always shines on a heart as compassionate as yours. | |
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Posted: 8/21/2007 5:41:09 PM | | The rising of wisdom--I thank you dearly. | |
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Posted: 8/21/2007 5:49:22 PM | A painted canvas
But blank to the soul
But you see the vision
The Divinity of peace
The paragon of grief
The waters of eternity
The stream in my veins | |
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Posted: 8/21/2007 8:44:59 PM | Let all things be still
For to search out peace
Fetter and chains be gone
And let the legends be cast out
I see the glass is shattered
But the parts are glued together
And faith is the root of this anchor
Notwithstanding the derision
Let the living repent
For the positive façade is transparent
Heal immediately the broken
As the ebb is provoked to violence
Arise, eat, and be whole
“But the caves are so alluring”
Shake the dust off your feet
Look back no more
In the spirit of Elias the day breaks
And the heart is large in this star
We are in a desert place
And knoweth not
How do we awaken the living dead?
“Whom say they that I am?”
Slain in the spirit
I walk across this bridge
Losing ounces of my life
Balancing upon ropes made of knives | |
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Posted: 8/21/2007 8:57:02 PM | Back to sackcloth and ashes
Candles burning deep
The tides are falling
Satan is cast from heaven
But yet an still amongst the living
Let the truth shine in spirit
For the carnal hath driven me skeptic
I am but a walking chain
Mocked and scorned
Running from Absalom
I am but David composing Psalms
I am but Samson misunderstood
I am but Saul manifest as Paul
I Am
Thus I breathe
Are we not gods?
Hallowed be thy name?
Forgive me of this debt
Despite the transgressions arrear!
Despite that I war as Abner! | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 8/21/2007 9:09:43 PM | 14 minus 21
And I know but three
Lost in a daze
Forced to compose nature
Resembling the broken cliffs
Journey not with me
Many will seek to enter in
And I will stand there
In tears
Refusing the goats | |
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