| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/12/2008 11:17:45 AM | line drawing, line watching with a bucket or a brush
we decide which side we're on and justify the rush
prisoners of character in a cell of words we dwell
make the match of say and do , then jump the line so well
positioning a point of view from every side we see
bleeding energy with every change ,descent to ennui
giving up or giving hell , same side of different coin
without desire we fade away , child of languid loin
the quiet of the grave calls ,give up the final fight
or give your fate the finger and shout a last goodnight | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/12/2008 9:57:42 PM | shit
it's started again
the
wringing
dying
death
defying
crash
crush
ground into dust
just a breath
can make us
or break
us
DOOM
could be heard from
across that distant sea
but what does it really matter
is
it
you
is
it
me
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 1603 | |
| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/13/2008 12:56:52 PM | Potent thoughts sift through my wash
of mind deep inside; nothin' left to hide
I speak it all loud
Nope don't wear a shroud
Rather wear my daily face
easier that way!
Kinks work out in the wash
yet they come back disturbed!
Darker and more meaningful
like something left out to dry
Get my perks in a row
nobody wants to sow
seeds in my dirt...
hell, what if I smirk!
Knowing they probably know
something of me...
I smile and plant
my own seeds!
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/14/2008 5:32:38 AM | | just marvelous. marvelous indeed. i thank you all for visiting. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/18/2008 9:48:39 AM | ^^^thank YOU for giving us this thread
I drove all night
I read those words and hear them
In song lyrics over and over again
Anyhow… to use my love’s favourite expletive
I’d need angel’s wings to fly
Being human I could just get on a plane?
It never matters
For when I am in tormented
His ethereal arms close around me
A lullaby without words
Sending me into peaceful dreams
Awakening into screams
He’s not home beside me
I did dream of him last night
There were two of us
He was deciding which one he wanted
I sent him on his way
For is that love… I’ll guide in air
Mayday
Then he wrote me a letter
SOS to God in assistance
How do I answer thee?
I’ll pretend it does not matter
My love for him
Is until the last candle flickers out
His happiness is primal
How do I explain the spider crawling over me?
Oh Lord, let me get through this
Imperceptible as he has always been
Loud and clear
It matters not where we served
Rwanda was and is still my insanity
Post traumatic distress disorder (PTDD)
I used to laugh at such labels
I’d rather call it
Phucking…never mind acronyms the first word was enough
If only they had read the words of the first teacher
And I am bad…I just cussed…attended school
The teacher should have taught me how to spell
f***
this is becoming a rant ‘n’ rave …abstracting forward
One day I will get so tired
Should my Lord take my soul to keep…?
It’s not a blue moon but a purple one
Criminal that a child should observe
This adult smiles during your day
Screaming in her sleep
Driving her further and further
One night is not enough
Now we have internet
Broadband becomes wireless
As the waves crash through  | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/18/2008 6:23:33 PM | Is it true, despite epistemology?
Wisdom is coquettish…
The flirt of existence….
Looking back into that
Intellectual emptiness, we sat in
Nescience, cloyed by the human
Condition.
Mother was so naïve. She
Loved a carcass that refused
To forsake breathing. What
Preciousness unto creation’s stupidity!
Father, hedonistic and selfish…
He marred the innocence of
The child. Witness the remnants!
Love is knavish… to the passage
Of treachery; but alluring unto
The effacement of logic… in love,
We yearn to live.
Thoughts ingrow into the
Flesh. Man’s fears betray the
Soul… etching their presence
Within the countenance.
Doth life tether the mind
To madness? Doth man find the
Self fettered… ‘till death possessed
By the suggestion of escape?
No more than a neophyte at the
Start it infected us; leaving to us the
Moonish plight of spirits. Still,
We meditate only unto passivity.
Tell Truth, refuge is but a myth.
How doth one accede to the breadth
Of death in us! It’s the width of
Affliction unto the crestfallenness of
Job. The crassness of faith absurdified!
We died! But in consciousness, we
Spoke again. How doth this occur!
It’s alogical, theurgic, beyond the
Confines of the sentient mind.
But in motion, we’ve been mulct…
Defrauded of the quiddity of reason!
Existence fails to justify itself!
Yet in daftness, it must be justified!
Or otherwise we exist for naught.
Could this no more than bedevil the
Burning thought. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/18/2008 6:29:14 PM | | ^^^just awesome, always. i love to read your writes. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/21/2008 12:01:13 AM | ^^^J...my eternal thanks ...this thread I don't have to decipher each word...I just write/type what He gives me...and you my beautiful angel showed me another home...am always in awe of you, my thanks to you xox
My soul
In dying breath
Before you set foot
Upon the sacred walk
Only God forgives the
Crooked paths you trampled upon
He never made us perfect
Should He have
Endless pleas would be my defence
Leading me into eternity
I see the envy before I close my eyes
My salvation is that
YOU will walk in perpetuity
As I struggle to accept Grace
My faith always guiding me to
God with his helpers…we call them angels
If I was born without ego
I’d never fear
In humble humanity I’ll vow
My love is
For you
He showed me
I’ll never wish beyond your
Spiritual aspirations for
You have shown me more
Therefore my ego
Has been shown the fear
I’m too weak to follow
For the wounds are beyond repair
Salvation is surviving me
I refuse to be an effigy | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/22/2008 6:34:19 AM | Struggling with people’s
Knowledge less than mine
I shrugged and flew along until you
Yet you refrained and full of forgiveness
…In my stupidity…
I realise it’s been months since we last spoke
Poltergeist heart skips a beat
God I will never deny
…yet my ego won’t allow
Abstaining from human emotions
What enlarged sense of self I have!
I am no god; a woman
That adores you with more love
I give up my sense of self
Stone me to death
For now there are two I will
NOT rebuff…My God and Noah’s Ark
Will I find the bravery?
With the children
To live in eternity
Delude me into
Martyr kingdom
I’ll be given a saintly statue
and I digress it’s only religion
There’s still faith…I BELIEVE | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/22/2008 7:00:39 AM | You may have converted me in belief
Yet I am neither nether angel nor struggling to be
Comfortable within my skin
I’ll never grow feathers to make me fly
Get over it honey
It was only time before I believed
HE showed me miracles
I’m grateful you believed
Hence my sanity
ONE believed make us two
I don’t need any more chances
For I dare to follow my dreams
Fearless (albeit am human with untold insecurities)
To travel towards paradise
Love or hate me
I don’t care anymore
I only answer to my God
and His Son…
Would I like to be treated this way
Hence I sleep peacefully
Simply Simon
Or surely Shirley
Whatever his/her name is
I was never courageous
Told you am only human
I never had the mentality before mid life crisis
To state the untold truth
Now old age forgives me
Struggling with clubs
The black BItch vows
Hearts I discarded
Left with the crib | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 1611 | |
| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/22/2008 10:51:57 AM | Struggles with monuments
Deep hardend pain
Shriveled and silent
Living in vain
Left for the prostitutes
Life has to deal
I would rather be numb
left to not feel...
Conquer the demons
lift up the sword
left in each moment
of deep sheer discord
wallor and mumble
Ignite my own flame...
For my flame is my own
it wears no disdain! | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/23/2008 10:05:40 PM | AlwaysDreaming. You are correct. Here the desperate need for structure is forsaken’d. It is totally up to the composer. This place has been quite therapeutic for us all. It’s quite cathartic to be able to watch as the soul composes through us. And whatever name we use to express this mystic consciousness which supersedes the senses, we realize that something is moving through us as the keys are rhythmically tapped into a tune of revelation. That is, when lost in It, It reveals to us pieces of ItSelf; and via epiphanies we realize that It ItSelf is us. What beauty indeed!
You have left here for us many expressions of poetic art. I thank you for sharing such pieces of ourselves here.
Mmmmmmy. You are the seer. You are forever expressing that that needs to be expressed. I thank you for sharing here with us all.
You are both dearly appreciated.
Naive | |
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Posted: 6/23/2008 10:18:19 PM | TSURIS (trouble, woe)
is
the ultimate paradigm, academia? or
tenets of critical thinking? or invasion
of the psychical unpaved streets? or is it
the divestment of those sacred wounds
deep within the recesses of subliminal
thoughts, wrapped in swaddling cloth?
existence has a stronghold upon the
gates of the psychic-sea. it’s more
mysterious than the mistresses of
witchcraft; more grievous than the
subconscious unlatched; more transgressive
than the indictment of god.
maybe it’s bindu! more esoteric than
peace; and more anonymous than
a curse. only the owner of buddhi canst
fathom! and what of thoughts disguised
in bland smiles! what if “sometimes any
emotion is better than the boredom of
[intellectual] security”! and what if the
“tailor[ing] of words” bringeth forth scorn!
rapt in the apogee of ecstasy, a thought
becomes angelic the bringing down of
heavens, embodied in flesh; and if you have
never within “mystical experience[s] [of]
nonintellectual modes of consciousness,”
than parapsychical command of the spirit-
power, is no more than a subjective dream
to you; hence, we art distant blue skies,
which shall never become one. We art,
disconnected seas. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/23/2008 10:43:25 PM | Totally abstract
hints of the human condition
dimensions suffocating within the eyes
mere elements of intrusive thoughts
illusions bringing forth a million deaths
what is the origin of these thoughts?
theories of thoughts rapt’d in voidness!
the warm colors
peaking out through woman
brings harmony of thoughts
furnishing the intellectual home
this visual communication
the fettered distance
but a child we are
running from the melting plastic
glass screens invade the mind
there are televisions therein
in fresco within a thought we
art immortalized
but lust filled infantiles
trekking fast from our sculptured reflection
the return of the first woman artist
is this not the polemic of our furtive art? | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/23/2008 10:51:35 PM | pioneers jailed in portraits
more color imageries become energy
skyscrapers bound in steel cages
this is our architecture | |
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| Shadow Man
Posted: 6/24/2008 6:40:37 AM | I turn my head over my left shoulder
I fear I’ll see you there
Sometimes just the very thought of you
Sends chills up my arm and through my hair
I remember you well
Heard you on my parents stairwell
You clenched my heart and made my chest contract and swell
I closed my eyes to shake you off
But there you stood at the end of my bed
A tall black shadow of a man, with no face
And a black top hat, on your head
I’ve tried to shake you down
I’ve screamed yet formed no sound
I’ve tried to shake you off my brain but you keep sneakin’ round
My mama looked in the rear view mirror
And for a second there you were
Settled right beside my baby’s car seat
Just your presence causes stir
I’ve thought of ways I could let you free
Wondered why and who had their thoughts intent on me
Always worried about when and where again you’d let me see
I thought I’d paint your portrait
On a canvas with rice and paint
Then put it in the fire
Maybe call upon some saint
Everybody has a different memory
Cultures recorded you by many names and divers entities
Trying to give some kind of explanation; banal, satanical or through divinity
Legends tell your varied tales
But nothing is for certain
You keep appearing from time to time
Through speech, pen or in person
I’ve tried to shake you down
I’ve screamed yet formed no sound
I’ve tried to shake you off my brain but you keep sneakin’ round
Popping up in varied places
You’ve been around since history has been written
You’ve been seen around the world
And you’re scattered through oral traditions
Shadow man, shadow man, let me be
Past and distant promises
Of those, set me free! | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 2:03:02 PM | Jesyka. Poems are so private, though they expose us. That is, they express pieces of us all; notwithstanding the composer.
I truly enjoyed this write.
I thank you for placing it here. | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 8:20:34 PM | Whilst he decides
If the zebra has the precise stripes
I’m standing on the tarmac
Reading the first book
Torrential rain develops as tears flow
There’s no mention of my mother’s name
Emotional veils enabling him sails
Naamah is only a passionate desire | |
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| Shadow Man
Posted: 6/25/2008 2:37:35 PM | ^^^^^^^^^ always, i thank you for placing your writes here.
i continue to muse over them time and again! | |
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| Shadow Man
Posted: 6/25/2008 2:49:09 PM | I leapt over solitude,
I slept past the journey,
disappointed and bored
with the destination,
I prest cancel,
and returned from wence I came...
reentering the womb
of conception,
a gift of the fertility gods
and my father greeted me
with a smile!
sometimes I wonder if I could get up early enough, could I wake before the world was created? | |
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| Shadow Man
Posted: 6/25/2008 9:20:13 PM | mandrake. it's good to read your words here.
i so believe in reincarnation. it's hard for me to believe that IT will ever be over. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/25/2008 9:29:20 PM | Incomprehensible Reality
Out the attic of exile
thoughts come to life.
Via abstraction, via spirit
scarification, we learn to
seek, unto dissatisfaction.
But a façade
taking refuge… the non
objective of existence! (The
Heart leaped). Thus, Truth
was stumbled upon! Into
BA, awhirl, deep in trance:
cryptic wisdom materializes,
translogical realities confront
the mind, this surpasses
romance, this is the unmanifest,
a psychical mystic glance. Here,
oceanic traumas, they resurrect;
oil paintings of the subconscious,
they come to light; primordial
rituals, the first thoughts of
the Wind, it all incarnates
within an ancient presence.
Cut from wood, pruned to
imperfection, from depth an
unmoved thought, something
of necessity ignites genesis,
sufficient unto ITSELF?
If surreal, no more than a
drum, mosaically misplaced
in portrait, we, spirit antiques,
set in motion, are unaware of the
great rift. Undercurrents, they
swarm through the psyche.
Spirit hertz, race through the
heart. Adrift, unto
ukiyoe, buoyant in Sophia,
picklocking noetic relics:
spirit veins irrigate with power,
emotional barbed-wire unravels,
intellectual paradigms dissolve,
hostilities thus ill-energies dissipate.
Existence disappears. Reality is
without color. Unto the ultramundane
the moment crescendos. Mind-
consciousness alights, only fragments
of the unmanifest electrify the memory. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/25/2008 10:47:17 PM | window panes of frosted glass
skeletons of a long forgotten past
faint melodies play in the background
notes that rise in a soul enriched tune
searching for answers in a house of rooms
the keys locked in other memories
softly biding in gentle harmony
the ones that are felt but remain unseen
surfacing in a long lost dream
would it be like a loaded gun
and if I unlocked even one
would I, could I, move forward any more
or cross that threshold and close the door
learning to walk away live day to day
letting the ghosts alone to play
with wisdom’s passport as my aid
living the lessons of this life so laid
given the choice to leave the chains behind
and walk the high road into eternity’s mind | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/26/2008 7:45:32 AM | of all i have read you have written
somehow this, i like the best
its easy to be positive if you stick enough rainbows up your butt
but to see it all and still move forward
thats inspirational courage of finest kind | |
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Wise words from a man that sees things in a different perspective! I admire you and the words my friend! true to heart and wise ! 