| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/3/2008 8:32:33 PM | brizo... it's truly a pleasure. i often wish that i could sit down and speak with you. i think that we would have a great deal to share.
adam73... i thank you for stopping by. it's always a pleasure to receive positive feedback.
mandrake... the observant indeed! i thank you for blessing the page. indeed i do. | |
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| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/3/2008 8:35:13 PM | If love is the Soul,
Did she awaken my Soul?
And a million miles from me,
I finally saw the depth of Spirit.
Why is it we crave the distant?,
The distant being flesh.
But so far we art…
Attempting to recapture the past.
But a vein in this life… and
Only the fallen can breathe…
Breathe in a breath of the mystery.
And I’ve planned nothing. But I
Cherish this gift. | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 1553 | |
| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/3/2008 8:37:23 PM |   loved that one....
Now.........MORE!!!!!!!!!!!  my friend!
missed you here...lovely thoughts that I so miss!
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| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/3/2008 8:38:31 PM | | Thanks J...good to see you writing again. | |
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| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/6/2008 12:20:41 AM | nice to see you wandering around here again, my friend
How do I hear you
when so many claim to speak your name
some seeking money
while others seek fame
and some just downright trying to do the "right" thing
but "right" changes according to what language you sing
How do I know who's lips to believe?
when in translation and controlling attempts
the words have been retrieved
you know mankind better than I
for it's you who sees the soul
when I can only look into eyes
my confusion you must understand
when there's constant chaos in the state of man
wandering around in the smoke
I bump into mirrors
say "excuse me"
and then realize that it's me
i see
it is you that I wish to receive
words spoken
.........................by you
........................................to me
through kind souls and kindred spirits
each of them a piece of you
but who IS your son?
What to do with the knowledge
attained in college?
Is it ALL not words?
I hear you in the voice of birds....
history documented in other books
show no records of the multi-faceted son of man
WHO ARE THE CROOKS?
the "Good" books pose questions that I can't answer
translations within wicked intentions spread misinformation like cancer
but if it's all man-made
...prone to error....
assurance fades
I hear you when I pray
as of lately, I'm not sure what to say
or believe
or read
questioning the questions....
and the answers are questions too
when all I really want to know
is:
what do YOU want me to do? | |
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| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/6/2008 7:05:00 AM | Blackened eyes,
in a blacker night,
perched atop the lonely bridge
and the river runs cold.
white tombstone visions
the final chapter,
from the track marked reality,
and the river runs.
and, in that desperate moment,
did anyone hear?
did anyone care?
A moment, a silence,
and the bridge is alone
with it's secrets
and the river cries! | |
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Render
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 1557 | |
| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/6/2008 7:27:29 AM | In this never-ending search for Truth
Are we not forgetting something important?
Truth is what we perceive it to be
Each one's perception is different than the next
We can only rely on the senses we have
not just the five, but also the intuition, instinct, gut-feelings
past experiences govern how we define these feelings
These are how we decide what is the Truth
We do not actually see objects
instead, we see the light reflected from them
Our brains interpret the signals they receive from stimulated nerves
Who's to say that each us gets stimulated the same way?
I know what I know
But is what I know Truth?
How about you?
Do you have all the answers? | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 1558 | |
| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/6/2008 12:36:26 PM | Pinnacles of truth are present.
Some not unfolded yet;
like the lives that depend on them.
Obtrusive battles with things that mean
less and less each day.
I wonder what I can breathe ...
that is free anymore.
Golden memories take me back...
life was good and family ...thick!
Often when we see the worst and hope the most
miracles happen .
Life is close...and new and free
If only this could...only ...be!! | |
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| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/6/2008 1:09:15 PM | | oh my gosh, some mindblowing stuff in here, my heart is full. | |
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| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/6/2008 7:46:41 PM | we all carry a toolbox, full of things that work
ways and means , subroutines of thought and action
smiles and gentle hands next to punches and kicks
some work by only being mentioned
others never wander far
we are little more than choosers of the right tool
Wielders ,lovers ,killers
we spend our lives learning new tools
when to use the old ones
when to dust off the ones we seldom see
you share your tools with your kids
and hope they learn to use them better than you
hope they never need to use a few you still regret
wonder why we never see it this way?
maybe thinking to a new clarity
is the best tool of all | |
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| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/7/2008 6:19:48 PM | tropical is correct, the pieces herein are truly mindblowing.
i would love to say more. but i've come to believe that i can't say more than, i thank you all for visiting from time to time and giving me beautiful expressions to dwell on.
in the future, i will continue to show my appreciation in this fashion.
love to all, naive. | |
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| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/9/2008 11:41:40 PM | Regret!
Afoul with a photic smile!
I reminisce in vision a
Class. The room befuddles.
The energies riddle. Conundrums forsooth!
‘Could he be clearer?’ What
For? Clarity hath grown feeble!
But distortion of words makes
Fullness of the heart. Leap!
Aplomb and arrogant she is.
What a woman to panic
For! And I remember the
Fruit; the tautness of passion!
Break a man of his
Addiction to composure, thus given
To him life. If only
For a whet moment. Exhale!
Regalia upon her spirit cloth!
Sybarites we art, making derision
Of tradition; laughing into the
Distance, grinning because we dared.
Pelagic imaginings, probing as we
Ponder the phrenic realities of
A summer lust which never
Saw daylight, unto our regret.
But I would suggest that
He is a man worthy
Of such a graceful, well
Informed, closet whore; I adore
If given an opportunity. But
I too am pensive for
The clandestine. Thus, I too
Am unworthy of the tryst.
Unless, the moment satiated is
Worth the risk forsaken into
The recesses of a hidden
Thought—to never be uttered. | |
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| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/10/2008 10:53:51 AM | Grunt, grumble, give.
Me, mine mother.
Too tough to tell,
You you’re yellow.
So splendid still so simple.
Laurel lingers lightly loving
Every everlasting enlightened
Moment meddled, mellowed
In Your Soul
May peace sleep
Soundlessly around your locks
Forever. | |
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| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/10/2008 8:30:45 PM | Beyond what’s taught!
Espy an angel! ‘I saw!’
That sought found!
Was it more than mind?
Is now the soul vexed?
Forsooth! The mantra gave birth
To a mindstate above the highest
Chakra; thus, through experience
IT was real. ‘But now let go!’
I return! Chanting the power!
Becoming the Being! Realizing
There was never naught but Self!
A great infraction! I, reborn!
‘Notwithstanding: Wast the ego tamed?’
However an emblem of truth!
Insofar as she transcends the 3rd
Eye blessing man with vision!
But she is man! He recoils;
For he hath boxed God in;
He hath perfectly defined God
Anthropomorphically: ‘God is man!’
Hath not wisdom a feminine air!
How thus is man wiser than woman?
He recoils: ‘Is God Woman!
How is this thus?’
Halcyon I Am! Woman indeed!
But a great secret! Division burns!
The fluidity of existence of two
But One! Shatter the veneer!
I return! Insentient! Albeit insouciant!
One with Woman! Heavenly tears the
Drizzle of gold! The land intellect dissolves!
Spirit dissolves. Thoughts dissolve.
IT just IS! And IS we are! Ignorance
No longer arrear! But paid in full!
Thus, what wast darkness? But uncreated!
A wristed conjecture of doubt!
And still a hundred mile pause
Into this non-duality infected
By speculation! Hath the supramundane
Wings? Wast it not the imposition
Of “mindstuff” attached to phenomenon!
What conceit! Intellectual seduction!
The cause of psychic scars! Do not the
Angst come from mind? Wast I just
Judged? And what did that mean?
Nothing!!! And what is consensus!
Mere astigmatic illusion, seminal
Conjuncture, more thoughts leading
Unto the valley of noetic trauma!
‘But what of the arcane?’ IT just IS!
We shout at the maverick; the iconoclast is
Stretched on high. We worship the five wounds.
Only to replace the concept again!
What wast IT then that one worshiped?
Wast IT a phantom? Wast IT the definition?
Wast It thy imagination! Did we need this
Phantom to graduate? What deception!
Doth the mind decipher in degrees!
IS IT now a heretic! ‘IT IS more!’
Doth I assert! Again! What of the
Experience! IT IS!
Mystics!!! Exhale! | |
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| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/10/2008 8:50:30 PM | Holy f'in wow
I usually won't stick with a long poem
but this was enthralling.
A masterpiece in my feeble mind... lol
Iconic derive | |
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| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/11/2008 2:53:58 AM | I’ve entered home
Along the long corridors
I open the doors
I hear the screams
Closing the thirst
Turning back
I enter my mind
Razor of Life denied access
Peace descends in my blood | |
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| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/13/2008 3:32:25 PM | tim, i thank you for the positive feedback.
always.... it is a pleasure to see you here. i thank you for dropping by. | |
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| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/13/2008 5:41:00 PM | Into reclusiveness the wilderness of
nonattachment where rivers flow unto
dryness reveal’n the ancient secret
sprout’n the spirit of samsara
thereinto the given birth of
simplicity we slept into blankness
the aesthetic disappearance of brightness
wherefore the sky shatter’d colors
into the meditation of brokenness. | |
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| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/13/2008 6:37:51 PM | but the pendulum stagnated!
composure mock’d in tacitness! and
wit due reason sentences
hath yet to penetrate.... (we ponder!)
tell of an ideal where
breath remaineth therein, and there is
witnessed a human held in derision by colleagues,
the same that smileth face-to-face. (‘Not I’!)
but to recoil fro the reflection,
to upbraid the beauty… I fear,
this is where camaraderie breeds…
the spirit’s suffocation, the guillotine
of everything pure. (we ponder!)
thoughts were asserted; employed to
obviate the foregone-conclusion; but this
provided not solace; ‘those in the
ivory tower, worshipers of the impervious plank.’ (I ponder!)
there falleth a portrait into the ceiling. (what?)
he treks through the mirror thereby…
only to embrace the recreant pulse
of his very being… and the guffaw
in the penumbra… is this not his wife’s
disquietness… but struggle forth the
abandoned path. (I ponder!)
even moses new that the jesus-rain
would flood the scriptural lungs. and we surmise
unto the emptiness of certitude. we…
the very fathers of our albatross. (I ponder!)
daresay I that the soul is
pensive, wistful, benighted by the
final thought. and how? the
intolerance of man… this is how! (we ponder!)
…thus…
dear kalunga, the utter conundrum,
the hook of our passions: was it all
wit intent? wast the pyrrhic victory
worth the menticide? and I impugn not
the lead’n minds; for we all need an ideal. (we ponder!) | |
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| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/13/2008 6:48:29 PM | | jesyka.... i had to reread this several times... i'm still gripped by wonder. | |
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| Magnolia
Posted: 5/14/2008 8:09:09 AM | Frozen by her beauty I held my breath.
What depth she made me feel I possess!
Standing so gracefully, her dress slowly catching a breeze,
I wished I could stand there longer knowing all to be fleeting.
Her most exquisite fairness of ivory white,
Opening up, floating; a vision divine.
Inside darkening to violets and colours of light rose.
Her blossoms large, mesmerizing with each rise transposed.
The following day I went back to her place.
On the side of the house, there she stood.
But her vision today was not as good.
Sadly, I picked up her petals trying to relive something lost
The incredulous perfection of a youth un-decayed
Her beauty standing out more than most
A masterpiece of yesterday | |
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| Magnolia
Posted: 5/15/2008 11:54:08 PM | | truly breathtaking.......post # 1564.......luv a strong voice Naive......those words had me holding my breath without realizing it....hanging on every word....i'm off to check out the rest of the writes....but had to stop right there and just say "wow" | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 1573 | |
| Magnolia
Posted: 5/16/2008 12:17:47 AM | Once the Angel ...can't sleep alone tonite
Another story of love gone...wrong!
Her heart is buried and bloody.....
no bodies are uncovered! lol
She has lived enough memories
seems that it all has her ....mind seeped
She is in repair but far from ...
Freeeeeeeeee~
Once the lesson is learned ...
well and good , always like it should be...
thats is when she will finally ...
remember me?
This is the time that is lost ...
in breakheart space!
Nothing is ever ready..
Never ready for the next...
circus...
Hell, I raised one...
wanna live it?
Lol ...LIfe is hard
No Matter Who ya are...
My friends...
we know...
harder every day!
Maybe we are just
better off this way!
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| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/16/2008 6:44:19 AM | Hidden Answers
Deep in the cavities of my mind
Beneath grey swirling clouds
Lay the answers I cannot find
Hidden by thick misty shrouds
Sights my eyes cannot see
Words my ears cannot hear
Profound thoughts that elude me
Drifting away as I come near
If only I could find the key
To unlock this subconscious door
Would I hear and would I see
Would I be perplexed no more
Why must I dwell in this confusion
Swimming in rivers of darkness
Perhaps reality is really just an elusion
Are tunnels of my mind all I possess
If that is so then I am surely lost
Wandering aimlessly in a maze
Finding paths several times crossed
Seeking, finding nothing in the haze
Must I search in vain for ever more
Is there no light to show me the way
Do I even know what I am looking for
Am I destined to wonder come what may
Or will the master of time come when I call
Will he show me when the time is right
Give me the answers and reveal all
Take my hand, guide me to the light | |
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| Abstract Rythms
Posted: 5/16/2008 7:07:53 AM | Love is lost
Count the cost
Feel the pain
Crying again
Heart yearning
Teardrops burning
Swollen eyes
Heed my cries
Cloud the sun
Soul on the run
A place to hide
Despair inside
No hand to hold
No warmth, just cold
No reason to smile
Solo walk the mile
No hugging arms
No sweet charms
Soulful sorrow
No tomorrow
Just grey rain
And pain again | |
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