| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 12/26/2007 12:51:40 PM | | ^^^^^^awesome style, Scryptkeeper! awesome style! | |
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| Rhythms of Movement
Posted: 12/26/2007 12:55:52 PM | Hoped forevermore/
More than rhythm/ the haunt
Of us sore/ our thirst for more/
forevermore
A shed of tears distraught our
Placid dreams/ streaming into the
Sol of anguish/ be not a pain unto me/
Screaming into the pillow
I’m shallow in touch/ alert to response/
An ache in pit the belly/ I can but caress
The spirit/ patient unto the sun rise/ unto
forevermore | |
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| Rhythms of Movement
Posted: 12/26/2007 1:19:31 PM | fruitless our panic/
consternation so in us/
who were we then?/ there?/
in that one moment?/ I saw us
panic/ pulling of our aches/ we
could but shyaway/ adrift the
vibration/ to ignore the panic
picture of our mind/ auditorium
of gods/ countenance of aesthetics/
richer than sin/ worthy unto death/
never to venture of our trust/ the
continuous upclimb of our fall
mosaic tiles/ the walk of the ancients/
come from within dynasty’s façade/ wage war
fro the panic/ lest every thrust of
time chime within angst our souls/ unto
collision the light/ unto collapse the skies | |
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| Rhythms of Movement
Posted: 12/26/2007 1:31:37 PM | my sultry minx,
in you I collapse deeper
recording in depth a thought
every painstaking moan
diamond of perfection/ my minx/
bereft of innocent gaze
in heart the wanton we drown
transgression of the image
this insoluble crave
grip of the spirit
how do we escape addiction?—
prior to the flaming flesh? | |
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| Rhythms of Movement
Posted: 12/26/2007 8:34:45 PM |  Nice.......J.! very nice!
Harder to evolve
Things seem so deep and essential
Trying to come to grips with perspective
Yet the moments of what was ....
keep me directed
In one direction
evolving into only one thought
your eyes as I left them .........last
hearts cannot negotiate
when all is lost .........
we have no way to see the light
Darkness falls..........
Into your heart I send one word...........
Stop...........
think.....
come back! | |
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| mysticism
Posted: 12/27/2007 12:06:03 PM | from death the petroglyph
breath was birth’d from rock
the fires too chant’d nigh
the tumbl’n of the sky rumbl’d
and roar’d in rapid clash wit blood
angelica’s visions n-grail’d
rapturous images upon the deep
we psyche'ed there color’d in
wyrd. | |
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| mysticism
Posted: 12/27/2007 10:42:30 PM | fire
breathing
damned
from the
primordial
flood
god
grant
me
vision
grant
me
clear
penetration
into
the
mind
myriad
seeking | |
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| mysticism
Posted: 12/28/2007 2:53:39 PM | | ^^^^^^^^^^^^ah! it's good to see you! i hope all is well. | |
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| mysticism
Posted: 12/28/2007 2:53:50 PM | Distraught my blinks!
Fantast!—
I AM!,
Atwitter with thoughts.
Eristic to descry those thoughts.
Dreamcatcher of my cries!—
Chatter, screeches through the mountains.
Mother Spider!
Remove whips from my flesh!—
Unto the sleeping of prayers! | |
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| mysticism
Posted: 12/28/2007 3:16:04 PM | Inculpate the dream;
Opposed to thy profligate soul!
Now abed, showers of visions,
They usher in from the skeletons.
Is sanity the ante? The hidden
Has waxed anxious!
Tarry wit me this sorrow;
indelible wounds of Spirit!
Upon the fulcra of dolor, I
Witness the rivers become of dust.
Befogged, and hagridden wit solicitudes,
Nebulous and numb, I capture, and
Thus grasp onto, one last hope, one
Last dream. | |
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| mysticism
Posted: 12/28/2007 6:05:07 PM | Breach of unity, leadeth
to telic climbs we dance…
so We shine in sorrow…
the sweetness of release.
Cathartic this scream, portraits
of our very pain… muses for
the bard, the rare that see…, into
the choir, sought of refuge, but
no redemption.
Remedy the wound… alleviate our
swivets, crucibles of our dream. | |
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| mysticism
Posted: 12/28/2007 6:29:43 PM | If it was more.
Afflatus visions,
The thirst we seek,
Musical epiphanies,
Thrust of us sore.
Endued with power,
But humble as time,
She feels the trimmers,
Seismic rattles of the
Mind. If only to love
Of her, in the penumbra
Of what’s furtive, we
Would, there, ashamed
Of our motives, taunted by
Our passions, frightened
To beg forgiveness, there,
We would have adored the
Sin. | |
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| mysticism
Posted: 12/29/2007 12:15:36 AM | beyond the scope of words.
in the silence, blank
into a stare, i touch
this very hand; the
texture is unreal to me;
i ask, herein the self, am i
truly alive? there is
lack of guffaw in the
background; i hear me,
therein, herein the self.
such converse seemeth
bizarre; why would i
doubt my existence? why
would i question presence?
how do i explain? there is
anima, in me; but what is
me? Linguistics escape, me!
i’m without words; captured,
by the very words i type.
there is motion about me; souls,
at peace, just to linger. i feel
honored; but the visions are
without interpretation; just
there, within and about me,
this me i do not understand.
i’m afoul; entangled in webs
of obscurity; and they stare;
and she knows my current; but
she speaks not; afraid of the
unmanifest. this is Karnac; an
agogic linguistics; a land made
of words; and how do you
presence in me? it’s too real
for me not to doubt the doubt.
i’ve been kissed upon the lips,
by an incorporeal Being; how
do i utter the Truth? the traipse
of my life! | |
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| mysticism
Posted: 12/30/2007 10:33:44 PM | In cycles.
If only to pause,
Then I could hear
Me, yelling in the fields.
But this is a transitioning flower;
Fall has removed me from the soil;
And thus, I await resurrection! | |
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| mysticism
Posted: 1/1/2008 8:00:51 PM | when last i fell, physically
i did damage to shoulder and knee
but, looking more internally
heart's aloneness, is what i did see
pity me... | |
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| mysticism
Posted: 1/1/2008 8:33:06 PM | | lost last post...where did it go? | |
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| mysticism
Posted: 1/1/2008 8:53:29 PM | Hello Humormonger! I'm glad to see you here.
Shadow! welcome back! your last post is on the previous page. | |
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| mysticism
Posted: 1/1/2008 9:11:51 PM | | HAPPY NEW YEARS TO ONE AND ALL. | |
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| mysticism
Posted: 1/3/2008 5:00:45 AM | The second journey*
I was 2nd degree. Neophytes
I brought Forth. “Pledged to it thy
Life!” Each twinge revealed
More of the mystery. I kept
Silent. The vigil of transformation!
Laodicean in tone
Soon became of me. I
Challenged the secret. I was
Confounded for this. Nigh
Catatonia I begged for mercy.
I was returned to soundness.
But never have I been the
Same. | |
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| mysticism
Posted: 1/3/2008 5:14:30 AM | 66th degree*
I spoke of ladders in my umbra;
A frightening calm to the mystics!
“Traipse home with me.” And pelagic
Currents we perdured. The ladder is
An antecedent relic; the 1st opening
Of the mind-cave; the matrix of the
Sphinxes. Thereupon, the spirit is
Pristine; but all is with form; the
Inexplicable is seen; the invisible is
Grasp’d. I have spoken of being
Unraveled. I have spoken of being
A Living scroll. | |
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| mysticism
Posted: 1/3/2008 5:23:38 AM | "Let the candles be lit!" And
Through the rotunda we
Crawled. The waves became
Solid. Another soul was sacrificed.
Contracts were signed. I was too
Underdeveloped to realize. And
Thus, I war for my soul back. | |
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| mysticism
Posted: 1/3/2008 5:28:11 AM | A found object
I shall become;
A souvenir of mystique;
The incarnation of Krishna. | |
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| mysticism
Posted: 1/3/2008 11:27:34 AM | Spirit Warfare.
Into celestial spheres,
As if into the pith of
Airglow/—I fell fromout
The blackhole/—there
Countenanced an aurora
Upon spirit/—am I now
The circumpolar star? Cosmic
Rays cut through/—racing
The mind through war/—
The rebirth of his Sol/—
…….Awake………
Armeggeddon-Souls, sent
Diurnal in motion!—trained,
Warring throughout the
Skies. | |
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