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Posted: 1/3/2008 12:21:02 PM | DQ - I love reading your writes. You are a very profound human being, and I always look forward to reading your incredible words. Your depth is amazing....
DANCE OF THE LEAVES
I listen to the wind
while watching the leaves
dancing in the air
trying to get grounded.
The leaves represent pieces of my heart
restlessly looking for direction
sometimes gently -
sometimes dancing a macabre dance
in the air overhead.
The sky is blue, as is my soul.
Trees are becoming naked,
which suits my raw needs.
They shake and rustle their leaves
while I stare out my window.
I think of them as nature=s fists of anger.
I will walk away
from the anger of the trees,
for in them I also see beauty.
The window is my soul
and your death beckons me to gaze outside.
For this, I must do.
The trees and birds call me
and I go see them
and I cry for you
and plead with God for his guidance.
I ask not for sympathy and mercy -
I ask for peace for your heart and soul.
I must know that you are content
in your death and rebirth
so that I may continue to breath. | |
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Posted: 1/3/2008 12:28:50 PM | ^^^^^^^^^ you are kind. i thank you.
moreover, i thank you for placing this naturalistic poem here.
i've been told that in nature we see our own reflection.
i've come to believe this is true. | |
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Posted: 1/5/2008 10:54:14 AM | Out of thin air, the
Begotten portrait,
BeSprinkled in hues of panic.
None quite understood
Connected we are via
Chains linked in spirit.
And you hide pain well.
But the mirror is vicious
Reflect’n reality of our secret.
Have you tasted Jerusalem,
Islam, the Tao, the Mystic
Womb, the Magic? What
Have you touched?:
The womb of a wail’n spirit!; for
The vipers are still nigh; hiss’n
As they do, poison’n the fig tree.
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Posted: 1/5/2008 11:07:27 AM | In a dream, somewhere in the middle…
The specter entered me; and thus,
I entered into a realm, given
Utterance to the spirit language
Of the ghost. I saw her; faceless,
Floating into my soul. How do I
Explain to you! Would you die
To understand? This is untrue; as
I exist in the middle world. | |
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Posted: 1/5/2008 11:26:27 AM | Notwithstanding,
the heavens suffer violence;
and ears that hear shall listen.
……..and I
Lament the fallen angels!
……..and I ponder,
What occurred to transform
The spirit?
……...and I
Repented long ago,
but still the suffer is warm.
……...and
You,
take of that yoke; you carry that
light burden; but the Sabbath is
the heaviest day of the week.
………and
The
Son of man, let us seek of this
Shepard; the great riddle…
The confounder of human-wisdom. | |
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Posted: 1/5/2008 11:33:56 AM | Death,
The unreality!
And I know not
A man
Unconcerned with
This grasp.
You touch,
Even in absence.
They search
What was alway
Present.
“A prophet
Is not without honor”
Thus,
We honor the living…
Disguised in the dead. | |
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Posted: 1/5/2008 3:31:33 PM | The Soldier
Mellow dreams come over the horizon
soldiers of clouds and butterflies
with shields of hope
and understanding -
fighting away the dragons of despair.
Yet clouds are soft
and butterflies are free --
the soldier hurries back
over the horizon. | |
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Posted: 1/6/2008 8:30:35 AM | ^^^^^^^^^^^"The Soldier."
such metaphors! makes one thing of such a soldier. it's truly moving. | |
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Posted: 1/7/2008 8:47:06 AM | Naive good to see a familiar old school username
I've been keeping up with this page.... I'm seeing a shift in you
great direction | |
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Posted: 1/7/2008 2:51:53 PM | | thanxs intenze! and it's good to see you here. | |
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Posted: 1/7/2008 5:00:12 PM | Move the element.
Taste the root.
Feel not ashamed to hate.
This indicates healing.
Let the process move through you.
Take hold to mastery of thyself. | |
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Posted: 1/7/2008 5:00:38 PM | we want healing,
not self pity!!!!!!!!!!!!! | |
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Posted: 1/7/2008 5:46:11 PM |
Move the element. Taste the root. Feel not ashamed to hate. This indicates healing. Let the process move through you. Take hold to mastery of thyself.  profoundly wise words N&W! | |
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Posted: 1/7/2008 8:22:19 PM | LEMON GROVES
It's when the snow comes 'round the floating mountains
Like flying chalksticks fermented in a deepsea brine
That the non-memories of sunsplashed lemon groves
Return to a future dream, palaver of spring tunics
And glad dancing curtains of groundswell partisans
Awake with carried wisdom on light feet O hail the tunes! | |
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Posted: 1/7/2008 10:34:07 PM | drea! indeed! i thank you for understanding.
rory27, very artistic and thus enthralling. it's truly a pleasure to see you here. | |
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Posted: 1/11/2008 8:30:18 AM | By Emily Dickinson
By intuition, Mighty Things
Assert themselves – and not by terms –
“I”m Midnight” – need the Midnight say –
“I”m Sunrise” – Need the Majesty?
Omnipotence – had not a Tongue –
His lisp – is lightning – and the sun –
His Conversation– with Sea –
“How shall you know”?
Consult your eye!
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Not “Revelation”– ‘tis– that waits, But our unfurnished eyes–
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Exultation is the going
of an inland soul to the sea
Past houses – past headlands–
Into deep Eternity.
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‘Tis little I – could care for pearls
Who own the ample sea –
Of Periods of seas –
Unvisited of Shores Themselves the Verge of Seas to be
Eternity – is Those–
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Explore thyself
Therein thyself
shall find
The “Undiscovered Continent”
No Settler had the Mind
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“Your breath has time to straighten,
Your brain to bubble cool
Deals one
imperial thunder bolt
that scalps your
naked soul” | |
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Posted: 1/11/2008 4:36:54 PM | The earthy smell of summer, after a hard rain
woodsy odor of fine dry wood burning
Evergreen in the air at Christmastime
Flowers blooming from beneath the green in spring
Fresh green newly mown grass
Dinner in the wintertime flowing through your house
Mothers Chicken and biscuits
New leather smell flowing through your nares
Newborn babies , that smell they have
Puppies and kittens smell so different and warm
Thunder and lightening after the storm
Natures ocean salty and brisk
Sunsets burning sweet smelling kiss
Young boys hats and shirts smell so sweet
All of the things in my heart...just to keep! | |
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Posted: 1/13/2008 8:19:00 PM | ver klempt
and I feel all fer klempty
with watery eyes
a hitch in my breathing
my smile a disguise
I'm watching tv
or I'm reading a book
a willing empathic
for taking a look
01/13/08 | |
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Posted: 1/14/2008 12:23:06 AM | Sun shines in prism’s lights
Rainbow colours shining bright
Dancing gently on my wall
Carry forward come to fall
Colours fading out of sight
From the darken of the night
Lost until the morning dew
Then the lights become anew
Arriving again within my gaze
Rainbows dancing gentle haze
Carried softly through the air
Lost and lovely in gentle stare
Suspended again until lights fade
Then the darkness will invade
Each day with sun begins this joy
Only for darkness to ever destroy
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Posted: 1/14/2008 2:23:10 PM | | brizo, triplebp, it's a pleasure to see you both post here. i thank you for the thought provocations. hope to see you again here soon. | |
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Posted: 1/14/2008 3:38:06 PM | To some
Its mockery
Unto the last
The finale sidereal;
To me, it was breath
The ache’n soul. | |
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Posted: 1/14/2008 4:57:12 PM | Freshness first hint o spring showers
Caught together in springs flow
Sentual the season fragrance of her glows
Flowers scent her essance of innocence
YES the innocence of first spring showers
Together grows the depth of AromaMore
They innocent,childs of years to explore
Innocent explorers of Life stands still
New born of desire feel with all being
Soul search worlds collide create Havoc
One touch,One Smile,2 Breath's creating Life
Smile for the earthy smell of summer has become
Life Ar O Ma ore... a scent of attraction | |
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