| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 9/5/2007 5:47:55 AM | I might as well be sitting in a crater on the moon
Only venturing out when your words appear
Making me skip on planets
Collecting stars with your views
Time passes and the sandman bags me
In my dreams you always remain | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 9/5/2007 1:34:35 PM | (You still have the hotties visiting often.... nice to see.)
(J....I'm particularly impressed with this page.... )
message 1198 from jesyka was fantastic
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IF
If I were to lay in a bouquet of your body
stillness would wine my heart
thirst would be quenched
from the falls of your river
flowing to the basin of my core
If I could sing a lullaby of dreams to your soul
bliss would seek a new definition as you heard my voice
mouths would mimic the tenor in my song
laying you down in the melody of my mind
If I could feel your hand in mine
the horizon would blend with the sea
salt water would bleed into the belly of the moon
stars would cry tears of joy
crucified constellations would rise again
and peace would be mine
If I knew where you were
my treasure map would lead to gold
chests of riches would fill my loft
diamonds would adorn your flesh
and we would never need again
If I knew who you were
I'd never question another day
I'd greet dawn with a devilish smile
and tell dusk how much she meant to me
the moon and sun would visit often
If you were to sing to me your song
I'd mix breakbeats in your background
while sitting on the shores of purgatory
watching angels descend to hear your sweet music
none could resist our harmony | |
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Posted: 9/5/2007 5:53:49 PM | sanity grasps but ocassion on the threads of the web
woven by the mistress of delight and fantacy
spun in nightimes lured furies
walk softly as not to awaken time
fallen rose does dance on the pindrop of light
that rests deep beneeth the mind
and shadows lay in wait to catch the sun
speak softly as so not to wake the light
readings from the book of exodus do ramble through my mind
tangled brambles of syllables that rant of times forgotten lessons
now merely a pebble planted in the sands in hopes to trip the giant
walk softly so as not to awaken time
lamb of sacrificial birth now lights the way in painted red
for beggings reach unto the ends
and life knows no end but litergey cast to voice
speak softly as so not to wake the light
fourty days in the desert echo life unlived by foolish men
nights call to passion sways across the fury waters now turned to wine
raise bread and drown in the rivers of time
for baptised in the webs of desire
the heart walks silent and the soul speaks softly as so not to question
but only to serve sentence unto life | |
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Posted: 9/7/2007 8:23:27 PM | Ah, but once there was a man
he came and saw all that he could see
or so he thought
just when it seemed a dream
reality came
and threw him another quandary
can you live in peace
surrounded by the anxiousness
of reality
too fast now
it's all too fast
spinning in circles
trying to slow down
all that is taught
trying to glimpse
some truth
in
real
time | |
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Posted: 9/8/2007 5:59:03 AM | Shadowwriter- your last post made me think of this..
Attempted Flights
A cripple left his body in a weightless flight
To perch as a transparent gauze
Over the statue of David;
Redeemed.
The joyful cry of an infant
Whaled through the air, it's miraculous beauty
Captured in the colors of a monet
Strange and mysterious cycles
Caught in abstract
Spoken in parabels
Unidentified by logic
Praised too late by the average butterfly. | |
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Posted: 9/8/2007 9:07:45 AM | Another Awakening: I peek in and see a light—it’s the glint that keeps me awake—but the sleep had almost drowned me. I think you understand. And many more lines are to come from this.
Intenzity: you have kicked it up a notch. I thank you for sharing this rhythm with us.
Shadow writer: so many allusions—so much understanding! It’s difficult to respond at times. But I must admit—every line was a riddle that made perfect sense.
Lyric Muse: Your poem reminds me of life— and this excruciatingly rugged philosophical journey that we all eventually embark upon. I think with some it hits harder than others.
Jesyka: you are a poet at heart, with grace and ease. | |
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Posted: 9/8/2007 9:28:42 AM | 14 days.
To depart from illusion
Find yourself and present that to us
I am but a bundle of theories
Or am I but an Ego?
The guffaw has settled.
Nevertheless her laugh haunts.
There’s a lion in my pantry.
I shall soon enter therein for war.
The last fortnight has been sober.
Maybe I should fix that sentence.
But what is art without riddle.
And what is ramble without metaphor.
The last iconoclast—
Alienated from the robotic norm—
But o how I adore her essence.
In the heat of the night adultery drizzled.
We sat in sweat and fluids—reenacting the fluidity.
This enchant of stars—
This dance with the wolves—
Homer’s legacies in flesh—.
She is my siren.—
The calling of my ruin.—
But o how I adore the decadence.
Have you ever done it just to hurt yourself?
My precious!
O how often she has taken a razor to flesh— Selah
The scars race through the pyramids.
But Isis is deaf to the suffer—
And thus, my attic amour lingers in the last Rembrandt.
I am at random awake.—
Afloat in this Herculean flux.—
And the continuity is but chills—
Icebergs we must climb.
I test of what’s left in you.—
I test you to break the concrete.
I test of us to leap one more time. | |
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Posted: 9/10/2007 10:11:11 PM | round all about
i say
pushing
pulling
screeching
embrace all that isn't meant to be
embrace all that is meant to be
standing on a mountain
cool wind
rushing river
calling
there are spirits there
if you just listen
spirits
pushing
pulling
screeching
embrace
the
unknown | |
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Posted: 9/10/2007 10:17:59 PM | ether
aether
call to me
call to us
bring us into
eternity
do not
forget
us
ember
slow
dying
calling
mesmerized
by
fire
slowly
dying
the wind whispers
ah that whispering
it
is
a
chill
down the back
of my
understanding | |
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Posted: 9/11/2007 4:03:37 AM | His thoughts rift his flesh
Walking miles through father’s veins
Driving mother into the jaded fields
Where uncle forced the return of life
Only to drink of a light that usurped existence
Leaving this man in the blackest abyss
Where even unto the sky the hopeful essence
Became a drumming pulsation of exile | |
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Posted: 9/11/2007 4:06:01 AM | Lyric Muse. Mysticism and streams of consciousness is what I see in these poems.
And slowly I awaken anew. | |
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Posted: 9/12/2007 7:45:11 AM | Hi again! Hope all is well. I've really come to find some kind of comfort here...very nurturing place..
This is life
So obscure and tangent
When the phone rings and the planes take flight
My heart shudders with the confusion
Of your arrival
Life has changed
The globe is small
So easy to live at a distance
Between that space and time
So many things have changed
Babies were born sick
Girls grew into women
And the bohemian gypsy girl stiffened
Into a warrior prosecutor
Dreamy optimism hardened to realism
To practicality to functionalism
What happened to Marxism?
What happened to liberlism, dyonisianism, shamanism?
It all does not seem to fit anymore
They are not whole anymore,
They are flawed, looked down upon
What has shifted
When the plane lands
With your bag slung across your shoulder
And you come to rest in my kitchen again
I soften and I am once again that gypsy girl
Without a care in the world
You bring the music and the laughter
And I shall bring the wine
And this humanity will be transformed divine
And that warrior woman will talk gentle and kind
Until perceptions shift
And your plane lifts
And absynthe drifts away
And all thats left is the cold in my bones
And the power lines that drone
And the abuse on local and global scale
The ones that present such a sweet
Tempt and treat
And then quickly retreat
When the cancer has taken over to stay. | |
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Posted: 9/12/2007 6:02:50 PM | Loving your writes Jesyka
You have faraway eyes
Thanks for sharing them | |
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Posted: 9/14/2007 11:14:47 PM | | Jesyka! Wow! Wonderful and thought filled poem. You convey a great deal. | |
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Posted: 9/16/2007 9:33:34 PM | A butterfly’s wings open in flight
Tender beauty all colours in sight
Floating delicately through the air
Left in my mind, gently I stare
At the beauty of this world’s grace
Soaring in time as if to gently trace
The path to the south of desert sun
Glistening light of gold bullion
Taking the day into the night
Showing us how tender the flight
The earth moves as such each day
Ever so gently in beautiful foray
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Posted: 9/16/2007 9:48:53 PM | | wow, triplebp.....a very touching poem. it's good to read your work here. | |
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Posted: 9/16/2007 10:14:25 PM | Declair----a fine pastry phone call filled with fluffy nothings; whipped cream promises and chocolate lies.
You fed me them, fattening me for the kilns of y6ur making
Cappuccinos at midnight soothing desires for more
More of y6u.
While leather and silk pajamas flowing in the breeze
Winds blown in from Africa
Last night I couldn’t sleep…..
I waft in scented embrace
Swaying to the music
You make in me.
I am a slave here.
Destined to never escape from this fantasy
I am loving it too much
Moonlight on the sands of yesterday
Illuminate my path
And I am enchanted
In a spell
With you. | |
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Posted: 9/16/2007 10:33:50 PM | Handsome with fault lines
Gently walk around the cracks
Life expands the distance
Analogous as the Sahara soaks water
Effectively durable for the charisma
Widening all flooded detours
Predictions in eruptions as ash floats
Volcanic burning heart empties the fires
Extinct Vesuvius travels long valleys unsurprisingly | |
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Posted: 9/16/2007 11:14:18 PM | You tell me one man can change the whole world
Some say he married that "girl"
He was 29 waited a long time
33 years and they crucify
It is the power of the unknown
Written pages left on the stone
Reborn are images , of what it was like then
To be starving and to have a pen
Create a language for a certain friend
Truth hidden from everyone again
Each exsistence has a purpose to find reason
You help a lost soul left in the freezing
Keep the warmth close in calamity
You know belief is what we can only see. | |
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Posted: 9/19/2007 4:04:16 AM | Oh Chris, you struggled against Dante
History has no impact on sibling rivalry
Imagine your mother having a friend
Who knew Lord Byron, wiki is wrong
For I also read does that make me a fiend
Today goblins gobble with relish
Even on toast to 'female laureate's
My dearest bothers am still struggling in
nursery ryhmes eating stale bread
With blisters we work the yeast to freshness
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Posted: 9/20/2007 5:56:24 PM | The aloe shoots up from the earth high and wide
Her light green stems full and ripe
Her medicine plenty, its beauty inside
Once held in esteem but now seen as tripe
The plantain’s leaves could heal broken bones
Cut garlic cloves to disinfect cuts and bites
These were your cures, your knowledge but now you jones
Always passing your ills as cultural rites
The trees in the jungle shoot up to the sky
Your caretakers knew her inside and out
A sacred flower that only blooms an hour before it withers to die
Now, you live cooped up and angered, the neighbours hear you cryin’
Torture us all to justify the genocide
Pin us all down to fill the cracks in your pride
Stand tall Mesquito before you wash out with the tide
Captain Morgan had it right before he disappeared to hide. | |
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Posted: 9/20/2007 10:14:27 PM | | these poems are each compelling in their own right. i recognize a great deal in them each, but i realize that this is a relative view, only you each know the truth of the origin of these writes. but i thank you each for blessing my eyes with them. | |
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Posted: 9/20/2007 10:33:45 PM |  Hiya J................................................................
I wanted to send a postcard....
a message....
I lost it....
I meant it....
Life made me regret it!
If life travels downstream
like a river....
with meaning....
had you never known?
What I felt....
what I hadn't shown?
Guess ....the river...
is not my friend.
My mind...
is not often kind.
I feel you every day....
within my spine...
my heart....
my mind.
This river should have traveled......
my heart and mind...
unraveled....
I am so sorry..........
I send my sorrow
you feel my
mind
today...
each
and
every
way!
No
soul
so
blind!
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Posted: 9/21/2007 12:49:03 AM |
these poems are each compelling in their own right. i recognize a great deal in them each, but i realize that this is a relative view, only you each know the truth of the origin of these writes. but i thank you each for blessing my eyes with them.
Thank you J,
written beautifully
you are the soul of
an understanding heart
if vexed; you are a true man, for you ask
Yes my dear the above ditty is for you only
Nothing abstract about the high esteem I have for you
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Though I will sit here quietly reading
The self proclaimed judges
If they had only asked
And when the gavel falls
Underneath the garrets of salt
I’ll still be here with the evidence
For I kept the first papers
Only then you may place verdict upon me
Wearing the invisible badge of hazardous
No wonder pagan beliefs attack the unseen
For the greatest Issus became short
Telling them to get out for charging interest
My wiccan friends stay clear
Your curses have no cross I cannot bend
My mind holds the Bible
Amending so true friends understand
Calling myself a witch
Struggling to be the angel
There is satire in that | |
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Posted: 9/21/2007 1:04:59 AM | Awakening.....these words are really something...
stirs a fire in my soul!
My wiccan friends stay clear
Your curses have no cross I cannot bend
My mind holds the Bible
Amending so true friends understand
Calling myself a witch
Struggling to be the angel
There is satire in that
I Wanna be the Witch of Wiccans............
The Angel of Desire..........
Catch me...late at nite.....
while I stir my pot of fire!
Nothin' stirs a heart of angel...
or witch...
like the heart of a man of such....
a tender desire...
full of fire...
Makes the woman....leap and admire...
all the love....
the words ......above..........
I will miss ya tommorrow.......
Love is simple...
let me know...
Do ya wanna go???
Hahahah....got me nervous....!!!!!!!!!
heeyyyyy....loll...
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