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Posted: 12/31/2006 1:08:04 AM | “Know the inheritance of all that is living!
Your poverty is your reward…
…the remembrance of time …
…the decree is engraved…
“Enquire of me…” [sacred voice suddenly appeared within the tunnel]…
Inscribed is every time of punishment…
…[my mystic tribal transition]…
Blindly follow not the heart…
Hush the mind…
…hear the stillness…
…do not [let] a thought from the evil impose deceive you…
Insight is not given to carnal souls…
… [to possess thus means the signs are nigh for thee]…
In it thy soul will find the blossoms of life…
…but…
Under every flower a serpent coiled…
…[waiting to summons the tired soul to hellish deserts]…
The Wise Ones tarry not in pleasure-grounds…
….of the senses…
The Wise Ones heed not…
… to the sweet-tongued voices of [inner] illusion…
[Let be… breathe]!!!(?)…
…the unwary Soul that fails…
…to grapple with the mocking demon of illusion…
…will return to earth the slave of…[----]”
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Dead Sea Scrolls…
The Mystic’s tongues…
The Voice of the Silence… | |
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Posted: 12/31/2006 9:56:56 AM | Life is Fine
I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn't,
So I jumped in and sank.
I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn't a-been so cold
I might've sunk and died.
…But it was… Cold in that water! It was cold!
I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.
I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn't a-been so high
I might've jumped and died.
… But it was…High up there! It was high!
So since I'm still here livin',
I guess I will live on.
I could've died for love--
But for livin' I was born
Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry--
I'll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.
Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!
Langston Hughes | |
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Posted: 12/31/2006 10:07:07 AM | The actual title is too controversial… but the poem is beautiful.
I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
…flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
…went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy
…bosom turn all golden in the sunset.
I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
Langston Hughes | |
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Posted: 12/31/2006 4:35:56 PM | Night Funeral in Harlem
Night funeral
In Harlem:
Where did they get
Them two fine cars?
Insurance man, he did not pay--
His insurance lapsed the other day--
Yet they got a satin box
for his head to lay.
Night funeral
In Harlem:
Who was it sent
That wreath of flowers?
Them flowers came
from that poor boy's friends--
They'll want flowers, too,
When they meet their ends.
Night funeral
in Harlem:
Who preached that
Black boy to his grave?
Old preacher man
Preached that boy away--
Charged Five Dollars
His girl friend had to pay.
Night funeral
In Harlem:
When it was all over
And the lid shut on his head
and the organ had done played
and the last prayers been said
and six pallbearers
Carried him out for dead
And off down Lenox Avenue
That long black hearse done sped,
The street light
At his corner
Shined just like a tear--
That boy that they was mournin'
Was so dear, so dear
To them folks that brought the flowers,
To that girl who paid the preacher man--
It was all their tears that made
That poor boy's
Funeral grand.
Night funeral
In Harlem.
Langston hughes | |
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Posted: 12/31/2006 5:28:13 PM | Un-fiddle that Darn Riddle!
Now I’ve been fiddling with this riddle for the last…
…Well!!!!! I just refuse to say…
Of course you’ve seen better…much so better…
… Assuredly more so gifted metaphoric play…
Nonetheless I see…
…Unless like me I see not…
I could surely become envious…
…but how much bliss is therein…
“Speak plainly you myth!”
…Assuredly I deserved…
But the nerve… of such is [as] fleeting [wind]…
…Where have I come from?
More importantly… what mind have ye been therein?
…And yes! I assuredly understand riddles… | |
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Posted: 12/31/2006 5:52:37 PM | An inner dialogue!!!
“Why?”
I can’t tell.
…literally, I surely cannot tell…
Save from tired and sullen to mentally walking,
Through this forest of portraits mirages stalking;
“There it appears [out the clear invisible]…
…talking without saying a word…”
But I heard that unheard…
“…hows a-long was it since ya concentrated on it?
…eyes a-reckon ta know…
And I’m sure not awaiting any accolades from the wind…
…for through it all… ye are merely a track ye know…”
“Watch out for that train!”
Now hows that!
I lay here in this same spot…
…weary and hot…
Unaffected by the cold weather…
“How sturdy is that!”
…and I ain’t even said a word!
…to nobody but self!
So leave me alone…. | |
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Posted: 12/31/2006 6:10:09 PM | ("so leave me alone")
Not leavin you alone I can't bear it
you are such a passionate man
and I just had to share it
times like this I feel like cryin
for people don't mean and understand
that is they're problem....
"thee" and "thou"
have content that express YOU
that It's cruel...damn It... it's cruel
Yes I cuss!
sometimes rash judgement ripples or cripples for decades and generations
even centuries ...
so then does language...express for a classical infinity!
and believe me
You are "beloved"
Happy New Year..... Naive
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Natashia | |
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Posted: 12/31/2006 6:35:47 PM | Miturn-Mist.......
Ah!!! I chide openly no minds.
…thus pay me know mind…
I’ve grown fond of some…
Most certainly you…
…with the poet’s heart it’s like magic…
We assuredly make little money…
But we move the world…
…O’ how ye I would never offend intentionally…
And not one poet here can say they aren’t emotional…
…in clue of this…
…in journey for that…
My mind is just meditating loses…
…notwithstanding the acquired logic…
I’m sometimes at a lost for excavating answers…
…but I realize…
Some answers belongeth not for me to know…
…and I find that to be an unjust Truth…
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Fret not over my mood swings…
And believe!
…we are always poetic kin…
Despite such a distance in the wind…
May the New Year Bless you… as your loving-touch has blessed us all.
Naïve… | |
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Posted: 12/31/2006 7:11:38 PM | Certainly in tune he is!!!
The genus of metaphoric impressions I might add.
But I certainly have learned not the lesion there. I do touch and stare.
Maybe I’m just a stubborn fool… maybe such!
But I tell you what I do retrospect.
…me climbing there the Watts towers…
During the spring time hours…
…just a running through the fields…
Avoiding being kidnapped and killed…
Folks are g’darn krazy ye know…
…right here in California the raining melancholic snow…
Can you taste those sour lemons?
…and I still see Osiris facetiously ginning…
I mimic no man…
…and assuredly not risqué…
Save for the off-color in you…
Thus I introspect through these riddle’s clues. | |
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Posted: 1/1/2007 8:44:32 AM | Canonize my soul in scripture.
Father I repent the madness.
Release me from this mortal casket.
“Precocial and angelic child…
Before the womb I knew thee…
Kissed from purgatories lakes ye art…
Returned with purpose…
Ye therefrom abate not.
Continue to learn obedience through that which is suffered.”
“a bien tot” | |
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Posted: 1/1/2007 8:46:13 AM | Just a rail-road track!
How good it feels to be that exact rail road-track.
They endure eternally.
Perduring throughout the ages;
Almost as old as slavery!
Or just as old as that first voice that was hearkened unto by the Lord…
What a manifest.
Maybe this is the cause of thy strife.
I usually perform for no human.
But what was intended for evil provoked kind spirits.
Thus a brand new manifest appeared therein.
Insomuch to say; that the contours of the world are vaster than that thin space…
I wonder which hue compelled the mind more.
I’m sure the rich artisan treasures them all.
So not to hinder that question’s development…
I’m sure to disappear with the wind on this one.
I’m a Homosapien nearly race-spun into the nescience.
How dare an Asiatic-Black-Man become-eth wise!
Where from-eth cometh the oldest fossil remains?
How be it we are not one? Why ignore the genetic proof?
But that’s only relevant to this paleontologist in Truth.
Called a raccoon to some!
Sometimes poetry becometh polemical.
Somewhat political without the tact; I’m still that exact track therein it all.
Like a Leopard with unchanged spotted-stripes…
Somewhat mimics return in essence.
But I’m told that which is plainly spoken is ignored…
Now I believeth unless a voice dwelleth therein.
Simply put… I see you…
And those motives aren’t always pure. | |
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Posted: 1/1/2007 8:47:56 AM | This feeling…
Something like a cultic-wave!
I am now the Maori, the warrior of the pacific.
Assuage these scars with wine.
Can you hear the drums?
Those Paleolithic drums!
We are all located in the rotunda.
Listening to the neophytes take their sacred vows.
I bare mental witness to these mosaic tribes.
That old motif is chief of the cubism now.
What a twist!
Abstract art forms manifesting beneath the ba;
Somewhere therein the psychedelic ka…
I feel like the quasi-religionist.
Pass me the manna.
That’s power.
Now immortalize me in Dionysus’s fresco paintings.
Place me in the lower attic scale.
And place Venus in the hieratic scale.
For I love her with motives.
This is our avant-garde assemblage;
Turn my ashes into an ancient artifact.
I feel like a found object at this very moment.
What’s verboten is forthwith most compelling.
Let me dance forever in this matrix of metaphysical channels.
My Baroque; my brooch! | |
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Posted: 1/1/2007 10:11:54 PM | I listen only to thy spirit!!!
…that was an indistinctive enigma…
That I’ll admit…….
…the manifesto inferno of such enriched…….
Assuredly it be….. it be-eth not me hell bent….
Ah! It does be me…. It does be me…
Hell bent….
…now I therefore summons infringe….
For it takes an infinity to acquire spirit kin….
I’m jilted by such…such stoic passion…
…this jolted forthwith this misfit-ted compassion….
Thus my heart is made murky…
……though brilliantly to thy shine….
……heretofore…I was but….
But a narrow-minded climb….
Truly I be-eth…that…….naïve!!!
…despite seeing the camouflaged…the hidden trees……
Notwithstanding the forest….
………………….I freeze!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
…through this retrospect…on bended knees…. | |
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Posted: 1/1/2007 10:54:16 PM | Disjunct not!
This cataracts of waves…
Heaven refuge me…too the shade…
Surging like the willy willy…
An apocalyptic raid….
I dance…I cry…why cannot you try?
I bewail…break free form hell…but still…you sail….
I howl…demand now…even roll in mud like the sow…
I smile…spiritually dial…
I introspect through spirit and bespeak poetry from within Bob Marley’s soul……………..
But still… thou forsook took stroll….
Resurrect Logo’s last THOUGHT my dear Jah!
Cleanse me pure as I await what’s nigh!
Purgatories sigh!
My future friend’s last reply!
Dear God!
Thy pain is beautiful!
Thus I stop!
Fasten me to thy side!
In these measureless tides… where ye reside….
Thy multicolored fealties…
Are alluring what’s solemn….
I explode from this tomb…
To once again visit Ararat ….
Far too abstract ….
Such the endless abyss….
Hence-to I travel mixed…
A furious rush……..the deadliest twist….
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Posted: 1/2/2007 11:10:48 AM | Lyrics of A Dream Within A Dream……..
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep - while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Edgar Allan Poe. | |
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Posted: 1/2/2007 11:15:33 AM | Lyrics of Alone……………
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then - in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
Edgar Allan Poe. | |
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Posted: 1/2/2007 11:54:30 AM | Such depth…….
Such joyous and yet painful madness……
This most blissful sadness…..
To be but that man…..drowning therein the quick….. [Sand of the Immortal-Mind]…..
Always subject to realize that he is but mere “filthy rags…..”
Yet still bless-ed to shine…..
…..even as the saint answer-eth the commission in Hades……
I thank you Jules…..for this most abstract to some…..but radiantly clear to me poem…..
I was quickly inspirited…..
My Dear God….I have become so Addicted to the spirit……..
VIBRATE! | |
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Posted: 1/2/2007 2:45:35 PM | Indeed!
Poetry is an art.
An expression of the heart;
Not to ever be mocked.
Many have died for this expression.
Suffering assiduous hours of manifestation…
Merely to convey that motion in part…
What’s seemingly transitory easily becometh sacred…..
Some rhythms are intricate…
Touching deep within the labyrinth we call mind…
…of course it’s glorious to see the sun shine…
Reach deep within…pull out that anchor & mentally grind…. | |
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Posted: 1/2/2007 5:14:02 PM | …………………………………………………secrets………………………….
…………………what a magnetic…….some-forces…..pounding the sacred’s drum………
Cast not what’s holy……ah! Ye do know…….nonetheless….ye stop mentally……
And emotionally glare…….
I too…….possess the private One……fellow student of the same tribe……..
…..there’s rattles in the shadows………….ah I hear ye…….ye see…..that’s a hint!
Rules are man-driven……….I vibrated……..they fathom compliments….disguised in truth……..
Too reclusive………teachings have! Sages change……foxes dig holes………
……there’s a voice on the horizon……..plurality sirens……thus the gods retire to shelter…….
Ha! The garden is poison……..musical endearments perusing…….you are not but man!
……I vilify proudly……no thirst for her valley…….only hypocrites judge me…….
They inveigle with honeycombs…….fork-tongued serpents………slithering their chant…….
……..{intra} psychic Giants of the waves……….”did I not say that ye r all gods………”
……………….perish not like the mortals………immortal aggregated mystique soul…….
Search the scrolls…………..they caballed about……as here and they did…….they do!
Mentally jostle not wits wit me…………….we are but One………..they two……plus…….
………………………too much…………touch not……………..
The precipice is illusion of self…………..WHAT IDENTIY IS YOU!
………………ye know!
Copywithome {Gnosis]……………………………………..six-sense-count}………. | |
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Posted: 1/2/2007 8:33:22 PM | Revelation’s Secrets!!! While in trance!!!!
“Ah…. o’ pregnant Nicolaitanes………
………which one of the Temple Priests is father?
………or is this an unbeknownst riddle too…….
Whence came it………the temple’s secrets…………
…….The seven spirits……..the first born from death…………kings and priest…….
Coming with clouds…..the alpha…..better seen the omega…..in the spirit on the Lord’s Day………
……..ah…….I metamorphosis into the seven churches……
……One flesh dying and breathing…………the mystery of the seven stars………
I am infinity……….
The first born…….the chosen One……that sharp 8 edged sword……..
………..I am alive forevermore……….
The seven stars………having turned me saw hair like wool…….I was refined in the furnace……
I am the seven angels…………Elohim incarnate!!!
Finding them liars…………..becometh not weary……….
……………..remove the lamp stand……………..
Doth ye have an ear in the paradise of God…………
……………ye who blaspheme…………..
The devil shall test ye!
I fear not the third death………ye consort with Balaam!
………..ye prey to a hundred gods…………
I eat manna………..
……..driven towards the feet of fire………
Seduce not the prophets………..
Great Babylonia ye art………..search the mind and heart……….ye idle in motion……..
……..thy sick bed is with warrant……………ye drink the depths of Satan…….
I drink the Morning Star………ye art alive still spirit!
I differ………..ye art living dead………….
In Sardis I walked in white raiment’s……..doth thee hath an ear………..
……….I am Eliakim…………..I hath keys…………..ye art not a Synagogue of God……..
Keep me from this hour of trial…….hold fast……….written on me is the Father’s new Name…….the Amen saith thus………..I know thy works………I vomit ye out……..
O’ Luke Warm!
……….anoint thy eyes with eye salve………..dine with Jehovah…….hear the spirit speak…..” | |
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Posted: 1/2/2007 8:58:11 PM | Naive,
would have just sent an email but...
your thread is going wild...
incredible writes from yourself and others...
NandW is having a little coming out party,,,, right on BRO....
I'm a little blocked... but I am reading...
thanks..... for your energy....!
Tenz | |
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Posted: 1/2/2007 9:06:09 PM | “<I return>………….ye push the button of God’s Warrior!!!……….
{Behold the door is open….immediately I’m in the spirit………with a rainbow around me}………the first voice placed me in spirit…..the Sardis stone engraved in the soul’s brain……I see 84 elders…….lamps burning…a sea of Glass…….
……….I am that lion……..face of a man……bleeding as the lamb…..with wings like an eagle…….Ye art Worthy O’ One……..sealed with infinite seals……who can open….
I wept much……….the Lion of the tribe of Judah has prevailed……..
7 horns and seven eyes…thus I not seeth!.........
………….Golden bowls of the saints filled with prayers…..drain my blood…..
We reign on earth……10,000 times 10, thousand hidden beneath the esoteric…….
…..even the Dragon fears Michael……….who art ye……..O’ Luke Warm……….
I am the right hand……….that contained therein ultimate wrath……..the root of David…….
………………………………..ME………………………………….
A four headed living creature……….that myth truly breathing……..
…..Ah! In tongues it begins…………….Worthy is the slain………..
…………slain beneath the mind………..
Glory and power forevermore……………worship what liveth…………..
The voice of thunder………..I am that white horse…..fiery in transition…….
………..come dine with Jehovah………….come quick see………
.I take peace from thy soul………….
.a pair of scales in the hand of the man on the black horse……..
……….they live even unto death when Jehovah speaketh…………..
How long until ye adjudge according to Truth……….
…..I am that great earth quick…the Sun of Blood…………the Moon falling……..
Who is able to stand?……….four winds thrashing nature’s offspring…………
…………………….Harming not the trees………
Only one hundred and forty-four thousand shall be chosen………
………………Clothed with white robs………….Amen!!!”
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Posted: 1/2/2007 9:36:20 PM | I mentally now slow down.
You enquire of the dead for knowledge of the living.
I’m thoroughly disgusted!
Somewhat moved towards anger.
But rest hasn’t come.
Thus my mind is made numb to the call of mercy…
Hear this voice as I feel it!!!
Oft-forgiven hath now punished me forward.
Ye dine with demons?
Tis it was it is!!! That’s Ha for ya!
How many Gods can one soul Worship?
I’m somewhat befuddled.
That surely amazes me;
For one to pray to the finger god!
Hell makes more sense than that.
Baptize me in literal blood.
Before I praise…[?].
Ye must be distorted in another dimension.
Come home!
What home ye reside in?
Women are mistreated.
Men pray to the whimsical.
And loyalty is but a wish.
Who doth ye condemn!!!
I surely wish-eth to becometh tyrant at this moment in rage;
Chain my soul…
Fortify my cage?
Help me!!!
For it’s unhealthy what I’m feeling.
Knowing too many sacred Truths to incorporate that doctrine…
Destroy me now……kill me often.
But never curse me to the path of a false god. | |
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Posted: 1/6/2007 9:59:11 PM | To believe
And therefore be believed.
What an intense reality to be believed.
What an intense reality to be deceived. | |
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Posted: 1/6/2007 10:00:37 PM | To hold this woman in passion;
To possess Her mind of Her own surrender
To hold Her mental motion, my enchantment…God’s potion
Her entirety
Therein that moment
Completely consumed in my being
That’s
A moment of Truth
Consciousness
Complete. | |
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