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Posted: 10/20/2007 6:07:30 PM | Something to the affect of magic/
A fear unto the mountains/
We climb unto the author of god
Befuddle’n her with questions/
Tell of this haggard countenance
The turn of my mind
With the end result of ashes/
I become the Gordian-knot/
Untie my soul/
Set aflight the multiple sooth/
And I swear by you the emblem of nothing. | |
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Posted: 10/20/2007 6:17:11 PM | Leeward winds sing’n adjacent
Clang’n chimes
The mystique of time
And the last sought to grin
In the lea we touched divinity
Hold’n spirit in our palms
We prayed in tongues
Skyhook’d to the invisible
Thereabove we drank upon the lough
Of poesy making gold of voices/
The lyre the angels blessed
Where we inhaled the wine of love
Making freedom of the meadows | |
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Posted: 10/20/2007 6:32:29 PM | Unlock the ages.
Let awaken the dungeons.
Thereabout locate the birth.
Tell of ancients the return is now.
The last is forever.
And the future you bring to
Me its location.
Even in tyrancy this is but
A mythic glance
The unsoundness
Of a shaman trance
My cloud-thought grasp
The coming of the sphinx’s hand. | |
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Posted: 10/20/2007 7:44:36 PM | A…Ala…. I am here, present alert and aware
L…Lokahi… With unity I merge, emerge and allow
O…Oiaio… with absolute honesty truth of self is witnessed and expressed
H…Haahaa..Humble knowledge of connection to all of creation, true humility
A…Ahonui…Calm patience, never ending perseverance
ALOHA…The breath of God is between us
ALOHA…State of Grace, never hello, never goodbye, IS.
Homage to my teachers. Namaste | |
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Posted: 10/20/2007 8:02:04 PM | | i can't help but love you, Ravincause. you are spirit. and thus i can feel you. | |
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Posted: 10/20/2007 8:21:24 PM | A private hurt.
Inlove with a vision
I needed to vision
The pith of the patriarchs
Though idyllic
Infrangible and irenic such as
The power of unbelief
This is Kafkaesque to the
Swallow’d mind, the thought
Of kitsch, the kismet of nothing
This is of a great malaise for souls
And no mantra is of comfort
One can but awalk the commission
Mawkish in the awning of facades
Absorb’n the megrims of eternity | |
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Posted: 10/20/2007 8:30:05 PM | From space and time,
and all between
a diversion, a distraction,
of what is, an occupation
of distance,
between
the beginning
and the
END! | |
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Posted: 10/20/2007 8:36:06 PM | | indeed! and once again it is truly a pleasure.^ | |
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Posted: 10/20/2007 8:36:18 PM | Endure with thee
We must and heaven admit
Of registry the men of besprinkled
Confusions the maintain’n of faith
A tired eye shaking the earth
The removal of what’s await’n
To be made
The consuming of fiery-waters
Boil the bed
Cleanse the contentment
And let the bespoken be that
Of a million truths | |
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Posted: 10/20/2007 8:43:02 PM | Find’n of god
There lock’d in light
Transcend with presence
Notwithstanding the witnesses
Give aid to angels
Be touch’d unto jesus wept
You tell of a call’n cry
The faithful appoint’d to die
Am I not more sacred than the house?
The son of affliction
And firm to the end we
Go astray in heart | |
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Posted: 10/20/2007 9:48:01 PM | Now over yonder
is the madness of old
total devilry the mind
of lunacy as if gold.
but what is praise
in the invisible eye?—
the said of self
the ultimate lie.
I wish you help
The touch of sanity
A miraculous turn
From the burn of insanity. | |
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Posted: 10/20/2007 9:59:10 PM | ^^^^The force/energy(spirit)behind the writes within these pages over here helps me breathe in deeper/seems these worldly winds have just been trying to take my 'air'/bringin' one back to the page.
Freedom of emotions...
Freedom of thoughts...to roam...
Anxiety...sleep is hard to find me.
Certain madness ...absolute joy.
Just tolerable...one feels empty.
Inspiration is a close friend.
One pass ego...not about me.
Eyes have been washed...so I could see.
Conform to mainstream...no longer viewed as a delusional fool. | |
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Posted: 10/20/2007 10:08:41 PM | ah! ^^it is a pleasure t see you here. and i do understand.
but all only comes to pass.
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Posted: 10/20/2007 10:08:57 PM | In me it breathes.
I read then cried;—
Search’n into the shores of climbs;—
The joys set forth before myth;—
A touch in me beyond that
Of kitsch.
I speak to sons
Chasten’n the stars;—
Batter’d, bruised and scarr’d,
Search’n into the unfathomable
Harms.
And the whispers race’n
Heartfelt into the sky
Hook’d soulfelt and pace’n
Drift’n into a childish cry.
Where would mother turn
If here the sphere of riddle?—
Fiddle’n her diamond kindle
Afraid to once again learn!
And then the earth alives again
In a collapsible state
Given free slate to sin
My unstable fate. | |
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Posted: 10/20/2007 10:41:18 PM | Sensations of soul
The motion of sight
The velocity of kinetics
Do hold me in plight
I am but a child
Afraid to forever love
Weary-eyed supported
In spirit the hand of a dove
Consternation grips that
Of soundness now asleep
Belie me not in terror, and
Permit me reign of my sheep
The cry of man through divinity | |
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Posted: 10/22/2007 11:32:20 AM | Sacred awareness held in the fire of the deep earth
Flowing through in joyous effervescence
New life emerging through the fecundity of creation
There is hope
Here in the navel of the earth,
The deep umbilicus of creation.
Warrior paths run through the night
And sentinels blow the conch shells into the full moon.
Stars fall down from the skies
And seed new life
Among the ancient ways.
Draw breath, oxygen rich from bamboo and palm tree
Spirit moves the clouds
And sunlight rainbows the skies
Waterfalls and laveflows
Ocean waves and Peles fire
Merge and emerge
Pure magic
Halau
It is our duty, to hold a state of Bliss
amidst the pain and confusion,
a state of calm amidst the fear
a state of knowing amidst the hopelessness
For one beam of sunlight,
Can dissipate all manner of fog
Transforming isolation into paradise.
Returning us all to Eden | |
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Posted: 10/23/2007 9:09:49 PM | ^^^^^^^^^^^^^so beautiful! so moving! the art of a poet who feels. i love it.
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Posted: 10/26/2007 5:53:39 AM | Something upon him.
Away into the woods:
athirst,
thwart’d,
nigh the crumble,
crawl’n upon splinters.
This is commission’d refuge.
Web’d!
fighting to preserve life.
And once again
broken glass is fed the hungry.
Hunger has been taunt’d!
And my mental trickles into heaven a mystery unto the fallen.
Hourglasses mock of us what’s left to breathe.
That portion sane enough to utter and
not soundness a hearing among such saints and sinners.
Is there someone in this room?
Someone who truly hears?
And more blood paints the canvas.
Young men sawn
asunder beg’n only the rush of jesus.
And there’s a sparkle in death’s grimace.
Now hear this quasi-priest tell of the hereafter!
Whereat, this vicious riddle will unravel truth.
Whereat, the mirror will reflect that of the white stone.
Whereat, the hives will vanish. Whereat, my
skin ever not raw the sin; for I have scratch’d deep into the bloody bone.
Not known to such,
the told of the soul. | |
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Posted: 10/27/2007 1:15:37 PM | In that moment...
Insufferably,
I heard
Chant’n from the fires. Then
Upon my soul
The last séance succumb’d.
We became energy
More so to exhaust the passion.
It’s a ritual unto the sky-climb.
And from the centre
We dangl’d spinning through
The last world.
I awoke in nudity;
Floating,
Without reflection in the mirror. | |
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Posted: 10/27/2007 1:26:34 PM | It’s the color of prayer;
Found in the reliquary of spirit.
It is without Form; boundless,
A touch of the logos, resplendent
To visage upon. It’s transcendental.
Addicted am I to its intangibility.
It’s the abstract rhythm of every verse.
It’s the force of breath;
The canon of light. | |
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Posted: 10/27/2007 2:02:18 PM | Immortalize me in cameo. And
Therein I shall depict artistic ash.
Have you not felt that essence,
That something dance’n within the soul?
It’s mistical the glisten.
I am at this very moment chase’n of it;
In hope that I may perish therein.
There’s an intangible clangor in my attic
Wherein angels are rage’n alleluia!!!
Something has become of me.
A mystery awaken’n hell.
Forethought was this ascend;
This spirit-wind;
My native roots. | |
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Posted: 11/1/2007 8:09:19 PM | Somewhere in god…
I confess
From the dearth of me;
The lack of
That in a fool’s paradise
I see.
Now sixty six winks,
A blink from death,
I inhale and give birth to life;
And therefore shed a million tears as
Does the gadabout soul.
Glabrous!—
I enchanted of her.
Tell me not the sinner!
And I shatter this glasshouse; for
I want out!!!
I glom into the lost...
That lost of a gleaming star…
Wondering afar outside
The gridlock-panic and
Soulfelt scar.
Do you hear the loud burst
Of laughter?
That guffaw is the cause
Of this mentally hagridden
State.
Maybe it’s histrionic of the
Sprit to now wail and outwardly
Show asthenia.
But the spirit is in need of healing…
Before the season of mental flatline! | |
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Posted: 11/10/2007 1:06:26 AM | ^^^this also always feels like home...thank you for the doors without keys xxx
I am the seasons in the sun
I change like the wind
Always the same
When love crosses my waves
I don’t know how to swim
Alive I stay for I don’t hear
Your gulp of air
A shadow remains true
In the haunting is the love
That echoes true | |
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Posted: 11/10/2007 1:29:49 AM | I am so darn curious
It’s driving me insane
Enough to ask for the truth
The consequences are mine
Please don’t ask for directions
It’s me who has breasts
Guiding you over the sensitive techniques
I think I have a sketch?
Draw the diagram for me
Then I hear the faint whisper of desire
The art of love is a masterpiece
…signed unknown | |
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Posted: 11/11/2007 4:14:23 PM | i reread these two poems many times, Always. i confess, you are a touch of the soul.
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