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Posted: 11/22/2007 6:23:12 AM | with each of us ,
our actions are the marker
we draw our own lines ,
when the dimensions
are defined,
overlay,
we throw ourselves
at the moment
shared.
Domissive
Fueled from finger-flavored frenzy, just a touch of all we can
Direction in her motion, seeks his soul directed hand
her sharing of her ecstasy, strikes his center completes a plan
creation too deep to explain, but not to understand
his pleasure lives in all her glow, their passion in his command
using all that we were given, giving in to hearts demand
No Gods dancing in their distance , just a woman and a man
If only we caught as well as we throw.. | |
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Posted: 11/26/2007 11:26:58 PM | Eyes of beauty locked in stare
Captured within a heart so rare
Peering through my very soul
Satisfied sentiment gratefully whole
All the beauty within her eyes
Gracefully fluttering up she flies
Carrying me within her arms
I’m falling for her many charms
Locked within her tender heart
Tender and kind from the very start
A bountiful beauty for me to explore
Lovely and wise she’s hard to ignore
I pray I have captured her soul
And filled her heart so equally whole
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Posted: 12/1/2007 2:12:57 AM | Aphrodite has missed the days of Spring
Trying to make up the season in Summer
She remembers her enchantment when the gods allowed
The sight into the handsome god of desire…named
Adonis who teases her unmercifully
Lamentations in Adoniscries
Beware Adonis there is a legend
In the existence of a authentic woman
Who has Zeus in amplified surround sound
There is no myth in the underground
You will be banished into reality | |
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Posted: 12/5/2007 8:41:26 AM | If I knew he were the swan...
I would have never....
I f I knew his feathers masked the scales of my greatest fear...
I would have never...
We are reflections of one another...
If I would have known before...
My capability to hate...
I would have never...
opened the door...
But what about compassion...
Are we not so different from one another...
Couldn't we all be on the other side of the line that marks we've gone too far?
I would have never...
But I did.
And the seed planted itself and created...
New lineages, new paths, new roads...
Of biodiversity | |
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Posted: 12/5/2007 7:45:05 PM | She wanted to live in Heaven;
just like the other Angels.
Nothing felt bad;
It all felt so damn right!
Existence in a sunny world.
Thought maybe she got it right;
This certain vehicle of love and life;
crept in around her....
circled her like a knife.
The Sun disappeared;
the Moon curled its lip;
A baby was hanging so tight to her hip.
Her heart like a feather.......lost peices of dreams.
Seemed like life left her.....
within all lifes scheme.
She spoke out in fear of the darkness;
it fell.
She cried tears of Angels................
he knew her cry ...well!
Her voice like the stars.....in the vast pain of sky;
disappeared in the darkness;
He never ............
asked why?
 jesyka | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 12/14/2007 5:48:23 PM | I thank you for the e-mail(s). And I believe that I hear you. Nevertheless, I don’t believe that I fully agree with you. That is, I wonder, ever and anon, if it was ever the intention of Jesus to supplant the place of YAHWEH. And in saying this, I realize that my words may fall upon deaf ears. I also realize that one may be ever so inclined as to either contentiously assail me with scriptures, (as if to suggest that I too have not read them, or peradventure I have misconstrued them and thus am in error), or to simply write me off as one of the preordained reprobates, and therefore, one who is subject to eternally marinating in Sheol. However, I do wonder if the reasoning behind endorsing the latter has more to do with one tenaciously adhering to traditional interpretations of the scriptures (i.e., the exegetical explications set forth by the Catholic Church, for there is great support and hence power in the mind of one who unquestioningly endorses this position on Salvation), or does it rather have to do with one fearing the “TRUTH PROPOSITION” that it is possibly the case that we have all failed in our analysis of how YAHWEH has rendered to us our divine duties to him through the Deity of the Trinitarian Dimensions interwoven in the spiritual revelations attributed to Jesus (the believed MESSIAH by innumerable multitudes of proposed Christians throughout the world). Albeit, I am more than certain that there are a million biblical arguments that one may bring forth to support their argument for any side of the many opposing threads of hermeneutics. And then I ask: Is YAHWEH divided? Or have we all simply misread and thus misapprehended the scriptures?
Alas! Is it the case that I am blinded by what I perceive to be the case? Is it that I am blessed beyond the affectation of the condemnation of man? Is it the case that I have knowledge that has been revealed to me of no meritorious acts of my own doing? Is it the case that I have seen and read too much? Is it the case that I am the incarnated anathema?; and thus, I have been sent strong delusions in order that I may know not the TRUTH! Or is it the case that I am a heretic? Though here referencing the last I would take issue, for I have rendered verbally to no one my true beliefs, nor have I ever attempted to proselytize those that I have come in contact with. In-addition, I confess that I am but a child; an infant in a dark room crawling through one of the many tunnels headed towards the bright light at the far end; but too I am an advanced spirit. And how do I explain this? I don’t! I surrender that responsibility to the eye of discernment! Because if it is truly the case that I am speaking spiritual things, then it is truly the case that spiritual Beings fully comprehend that that has just been conveyed. Or maybe it’s the case that I am obstinate; and thus, Faith I psychically grip upon wholeheartedly, but paradoxes which not only conflict but totally disquiet the soul, I scrutinize from a distance awaiting the inner silence to speak.
I have tried to bring it subtly to your attention, but in taking to you as one does a friend, I have never wished it to be the case that I come across to you as anything other than what you have been indoctrinated to believe is a suitable person to associate with. But here is where the rubber meets the road, I wholeheartedly believe and thus practice Mysticism (defined in one particular location as the Belief in union with the divine nature by means of ecstatic contemplation, and in the power of spiritual access to domains of knowledge closed off to ordinary thought). In saying this, it is not the case that I aim to challenge what you believe in, for I am no angel; but I do take issue with how the Son has taking the place of the Father. And it is not the case that everyone that doesn’t confess the aforementioned is subject to eternal flames; neither do I believe in these extreme dichotomies and scare tactics that are endorsed by the Church. Not one bit! Moreover, aside from union with this most powerfully encompassing Entity that synonymously I refer to as both YAHWAH and/or JEHOVAH, I am in search of no greater outcome. That is, if it were not for the many promises besprinkled throughout the entirety of the Bible, would it be the case that so many adherents would continue to profess their exclusive position on Faith in the divine order? Or is it rather the case that believing in an absolute position that targets as infidels and heathens those of the other-minded offer psychological comforts to those in need of guidance, to those who have a difficult time existing in this world without no one to look down upon, where we each should eternally set as our goal to attain the Truth. That would be to say, the rest as it were never comes until it is truly over. And for one to arbitrarily assert that he or she has arrived on the ultimate Truth, seems in error to me. Moreover, if God is Love, how is it the case that so much hatred towards the other-minded emanates from the adherents of Christianity?; more so than any other religion in the world! Not fully taking into account the Islamic Faith!
If I remember correctly, it was not the lost souls that Jesus would verbally persecute, but rather the Church officials (i.e., the Pharisees, Sadducees, and members of the Sanhedrin court). But here I see the total opposite. But it is not my place to condemn a man for what he believes; I only ask that we all critically reevaluate daily how it is that we conduct our affairs, and how it is that we know what we know. That is to say, within the realms of Faith and revelation one must walk ever so slowly, as not to be deceived by what we may preference to believe! We have entered into a dominion where one thing is certain among believers—YAHWEH—operates in accordance to YAHWEH, not in accordance to what one may venture to believe. And it is not my intention to beguile, but I believe that JEHOVAH mysteriously favors whom JEHAVAH choices. ------- I must also interject at this most crucial juncture, that the above names are only names that reference the concept as it apperceives in the mind of the agent, but they do not represent the reality of What and Who the Spirit in question actually is; IS here, being the Being in action and motion itself.
To conclude:
In conveying these things herein touched upon, do allow YAHWEH the space in order that YAHWEH may do YAHWEH’S will; at least with regards to me. And take no offense to me. I just have a hard time accepting exclusive positions that target and therefore attack the other-minded. I’ve seen too many proofs that give rise to the fact that it isn’t all as apparent as it may seem to some. There are many principalities, factors and factions at work; not to mention the many origins of scripture that one must become familiar with before taking an absolute position on Salvation. And I am not deluded to the fact that we must all remain sober and alert in order not to be devoured by our own thoughts.
In peace I write, X. | |
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Posted: 12/14/2007 5:50:25 PM | | i thank you each for the beautiful expressions herein contained-- Know that i have read them each-- and they each motion through me in a most artistic and moving way. once again, i thank you all. | |
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Posted: 12/14/2007 8:04:03 PM | Textin Bars is Borin so DeTh has Started Snorin..
Destros Heart Distorted an my Mess is Far from Sorted..//
I'm so Unorganized, Fourty Lines an Fourty Rhymes,
Swarm Inside a Morbid Mind , Borderline? I'm Born ta Die!//
da Bone'll Spit it iLL J2Da Reapers Mind is Rotten,
another Victim Killed an the Feast is on n Poppin..//
i got the Sickest Skill that'll put u Deep inside a Coffin
but I'm not tha Biggest Deal so I'm jus Easily Forgotten..//
Born as 'Hate-Devine' , steers me Toward Enragin Minds
witness War in Ancient Lives as I Swarm thru Space n Time//
from the Mornin to the Night watch me Formulate a Rhyme
I'm Metaphorically Designed n born as a Lord thats in Disguise!//
Metamorphesin my Size, to another Plateua...
..its Not an easy Task Tho, Evil Has Bone...//
I hear People Rap Flows about the Glamour an the Glince
while the Master of the Spits is getting Madder than a B!tch!//
you Blastin da Clips?? Well I Dont wanna Hear It
you can Tell I'm Lost in Spirit Toll the Bell if God can Hear It
Bone is Bailin on Appearences an Holdin Less to Steer This
Holding Cells and Locked in Fear, this is Hell thats Haunting Lyris!//
but I Raise up Keep the Peace in Me and Burn my Future Fears,
but the Rage just Keep Increasing Me to Turn and Prove it Here!//
that I'm Made for Deeper Frequencies un-Heard by Human Ears
that this Great eMCee has Recently Perfected Thru da Years!
mwahahaha
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Posted: 12/14/2007 8:52:37 PM | Perfect lives, perfect people
never have I found
Life is hard
hearts are lost
we all want something else
To know the thing , we want the most
find it...and more...to live it!
Nothing to do with what we believe.................................
cause we all believe ...the same!
Struggle all....
to hear our call
All have one thing in common
To find the place our heart and soul
can rest.....
before....the Heavens!
J. | |
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Posted: 12/15/2007 3:26:14 AM | Is a stranger any different than a long lost friend
Do tithes of knowing someone somehow ammend
As for me I only have brothers and sisters of the heart
That's what I've come to agknowledge from the start
As a mother protects it's young from harm
I see my friends no different and jump up when in alarm
Fore today I have shed my blood with an enemy and have reeked the reward of the ones who stood by me in our glory
A toast to all who stand by me in bickering times of fury
But when does the violence end
Only when I can trully call everyone friend | |
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Posted: 12/15/2007 5:41:11 AM | Place in my hand your yellow rose
Tipped in the color of canary gold
and blended midway by buttery creams
Pure perfection to me doth seem
Inside my palm it lays so soft and fragile
Plucked from the stem that bore her thorns protection
The buttery creams mix downwards into vanilla whites
In the midst of the dark room, her beauty is light
So slowly she opens, each petals unfold
Another rose scented promise, another truth
As she opens and reveals herself she withers and grows old
In the palm my hand her end story told
Placed in my hand your yellow rose
Shriveled velvet petals of canary gold
secreting oils from its buttery creams
Nothing when held lasts it seems. | |
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Posted: 12/17/2007 4:37:36 PM | | i thank you each for giving us a great deal to ponder. each work is compelling it's own right. | |
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Posted: 12/17/2007 4:38:10 PM | And what occurred
To destroy the soul?
You smile, but now
In practice. It’s no more
Sincere. And who can but
Change the currents of
The wind. I refuse to
Take this challenge; for
Why should one die
Time and again? | |
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Posted: 12/17/2007 6:08:23 PM | here ya go..
Torment and Rage is Absorbed and Engaged
Forming my Range from the mind Storm to the Page...
Scorn Penetrates while the Lore Innovates
thru a Porceline Graze the lord Pours in the Faith...
I Warm thee Embrace of an Orphan in Chains
Born in the Frames, sent to warn the world of its Horrible Ways....
of Course I'm Afraid, Caressin many Fates pressin Breaths of my Debate,
never had no sleep when everynight I'm Questioning my Faith..//
the presence of Heaven is Innate, yets equipped with Formidable Tasks..
Belittled an I'm Brashed, Riddled an I'm Rashed cuz its so Fickle as its Vast//
I'm at my Will with my Past, with my Inner View Sent in this Time of Confusion..
adore history, and the timeline of men trying to Find the Solution..//
Cries of Obtrusion Perpetually Plague Effectual Days..
so were Expected to Pray when innocent Flesh tears Away..//
logical reasoning.. Loathes our Existence
science Shows with Persistance that we provide the Woes of Subsistance!//
my brain Explodes at a Distance so tell me if im wrong to balance n Hold the Wisdom..
the most agile and bold men try challenging thier Own System!//
unravel the Stone Prism, strain to pull hearts thru Dread and Trepidation..
Bless our Aspirations let us Progress thru Dedication//
but the Depths of Elevation never Blessed me with no Favors
religion has destroyed us so I Address the Savior!!//
I seek the path but I tend to Fall Prey in Tall Ways....
I go against reason sooo... I guess I have what they Call Faith...
where Torment and Rage is Absorbed and Engaged
Forming my Range from the mind Storm to the Page...
Scorn Penetrates while the Lore Innovates
thru a Porceline Graze the lord Pours in the Faith...
I Warm thee Embrace of an Orphan in Chains
Born in the Frames, sent to warn the world of its Horrible Ways....
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 12/18/2007 7:29:04 PM | afar a light calls to me
rapture born is flowing songs
while waits there the endless callings of the wind
I now sail to the light
pain is tying me body in relentless binds
I reach for the sunrise today
in hopes of finding tommorow
my tears flow no more
in life passing
all is known
my many friends...I bid farewell | |
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Posted: 12/18/2007 8:33:33 PM | we reach beyond for things that matter
the calling of the stars
whose light has dimmed
but not extinguished
for they will burn forever
in the hearts of those
who have seen their gentle glow
and been blessed by the tossing waves
which guide us all to sleep
by a lulling whisper
the pond is blessed to be filled
with such caring guardians
the circle will not be broken
for its strength endures
for those who leave us and bid forewell
their words remain forever etched
on the pages of this garden of verse
the moors still filled with heather
the soft scent lingers
in peace. | |
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Posted: 12/19/2007 4:37:03 AM | Porcelain skin
too fearful to touch
too fragile to stare
but impossible to ignore.
Elegance embodied
with a shy, timid smile
but I knew not her language
nor did she know mine.
Yes, her smile was embracing
an embrace never felt
only softly imagined
more than once,
more than twice... | |
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Posted: 12/23/2007 4:22:14 PM | | WONDERFUL WRITES, EVERYONE. WE ALL LOVE YOU SHADOW, KEEP THAT IN HEART AND MIND! | |
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Posted: 12/23/2007 4:24:21 PM | AND A WONDERFUL HOLIDAY TO YOU!!
See you guys next year *smile. | |
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Posted: 12/23/2007 4:58:34 PM | LET IT BE SPOKEN, FINALLY THE TRUTH*
I’m bloody with lies,
The death of the grave…
In me to no relief… and I
Hate of me… the depth of
The mirror! I’m a relic reborn!
A cauldron of ancient secrets!
But I’m the glittering surface…
The shift of destiny’s perspective!
Let it be the pain in us to utter…
We have mastered the façade!
We smile, hoping it becomes true!
And I can write no more lies.
It hurts! Crack’n the halo in pieces…
You have shattered me so oft and again…
I’m torrid with ravish of light!
I find no birth of peace… no return of
Youth… the haunt of the beginning!
Hysterically the inwards cry… begging
Of motion to let free the soul… and why
Do you grimace? Have you not felt the grip…
The shattering of the portrait! | |
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Posted: 12/23/2007 5:12:15 PM | Psychosexual pendulum,
Break from me!
Poison has been poured into us…
How do we trek back to sanity?
This is recurrent with time…
The existence of my nonbelief!
Overshadow me and touch!
Ache with me the yearns! Do we not
Again? It must be the praxis our pause!
The dropping of composure! I must
Cry again! Familiarity of soul! | |
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Posted: 12/24/2007 5:02:48 PM | Do you remember*
And when did vulnerability
Become the comforts of my
Life?—the depths of my confusion?
And I live in you… with no thought
Of the times of yore—where I perished
Night and again, mastering what I
Couldn’t… do you dance in his shadow?
There’s an angst in the river… disrupting
The tacit pulse… but and still… we make
Heaven of the mystery. And why do you
Feel of a man unworthy that climb… the
Inescapable clasp of the womb. I’m whet wit
Panic… the ambiguity of the stars.
I sat in you…
And ‘come to me was uttered…’ but I am but
Unborn… the inbeginnings of infinitude.
Now,
Do come to me!
And I die in prayer these words! | |
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Posted: 12/25/2007 7:48:56 PM | haha you too man.. here ya go..
of Course I'm da Source so I'm Blazin up a Spliff a Green..
..the Lord is Reborn an I'm Wakin up to Christmas Trees//
my Lifted Abilities in a Flow Bout'll Damn Ya..
n I make um Miss his Deliverys when I get Smoked out wit Santa..// (ho,ho..*HACK, *COUGH..*GAG)
while everywun is too calm I Embezzle outta New Vaults..
Reindeer gets Baked Here n I make Venesin out of Rudolph..//
I Flow this Stuff, da Best! u can Choke on Yo Desire
so Dont be Nutz, ya Chest?, can Roast on Open Fires//
the Glee'in Recesses thru Lyris Existence
when this Demon Possesses the Spirit of Christmas// (mwahaha)
this Weed'has got me Blazed so I can Take On who Verse Me..
but I git Sleepy off da Haze so fuk the Egg Nog an Turkey//
man, my Spittins Colossus but I Hardly gotta Clue Here..
cuz now its time to Drink til I Vomit an Party til the New Year...
*blows noise maker..  | |
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