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Posted: 8/4/2008 8:05:46 AM | ^^^ it has been a while. i'm glad that you stopped by.
and i thank you for leaving this poem here for us to read. | |
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Posted: 8/5/2008 9:29:32 AM | | it's not yet ready... | |
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Posted: 8/5/2008 9:37:24 AM | Rituals
oceanic, desirous and drown’n within
a dionysus panic; where all is
taboo, and hell embodies the sexes
unto fresco secco; where lust is
glazed in immortalization. there: hang’n
within a shunga sphere, drifting unto
ukiyoe, making love, breaking realities
of surrealism, entwined as one; we are
nonobjective
neophytes,
resurrected motifs of
drums ruptured in pulsations.
within the rotunda, here, sexual rituals
take form. enchanted in trance,
we tilth spirits unto eruption. but
still lingers a tinge of beast;
whet, implacable, addicted unto
winsome, precious souls.
regalia she is;
resplendent,
thirst of this stargazing
sybarite;
traipsing
wistfully into
supernatural embodiment.
have we become filched?;
seagirt unto an
upwelling of
abstract art; our
canons of destruction.
exiled! but found again objects
wounded unto spirit scarification
asearch within for ambrosia
afoul desperate to escape portraits …
par excellence of supposed transgress
where this fantast
febrile repents in darkness unto a
fool’s paradise
unknowingly hagridden
smitten upon gods’
hearth of fire afflicted by the
iron collar of sexual rituals…. | |
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Posted: 8/5/2008 5:26:56 PM | | now thats a powerhouse closing to a boggling body of work! | |
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Posted: 8/5/2008 9:57:23 PM | | hehe...."Naive" strikes again...killer write... | |
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Posted: 8/6/2008 8:41:32 AM | | ^^^ i thank you both for the feedback. it is truly appreciated. | |
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Posted: 8/6/2008 9:40:56 PM | inside the eyes
temple frankincense
infuse spirit
furnish’n that relic
fill’d cathedral
such interior manifestations
of this ghostly mystic poet!
decorated by anagogic mantras;
analeptic unto the great mind!
crawl insideout of me!
introduce to god the
nebulosity of these intrusive
frenquencies athirst my heart
for Armageddon.
o’ meditation!
ancient Indic analgesia!
more powerful than
kenotic realization!
albeit, a mosaic desert
journey!
o’ meditation! remedy of
volcanic passions;
vibrational, karmic matrixes
of the mind!
o’ remove soreness;
the blain’d, thus splinter’d
thoughts,
o’ ancient Indic analgesia!
unto the lethe of this bestial
incontinence!
that deeply wanton
underworld in me;
consecration of countenances
whore’n ‘til senses raw!
let not the Vatican cast
forth the fall’n imprecation.
afflatus-summons’d, insert’d into
unbarred chambers beneath the soul; where
maybe a ghoul, a trickster of senses
haunts unto silent screams; agonies of
telepathic wave-particles
electrify’n the psyche.
I resurrect, encompass’d
mirror’d about by murals of
splinters; that sage aphrodisiac
teacher of the mongoose.
o’ meditation! ancient Indic analgesia! | |
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Posted: 8/13/2008 1:15:32 PM | far reaching.
unto depth of psychic archeology.
etching within consciousness
an imagination.
a supersession of algorithmic
homogeneous existence.
what boldness of genetic disposition.
speculative magnetic gravitation
has tarried in spheres of atrophy.
attachment wherewith suffereth me
not a breath of psychic thermodynamic
creation.
wherefore
literature has become unto me
as an ultraviolet light;
otherwise root of uncertainty.
astrophysical afflatuses settle
upon matter of thoughts.
whereby magnetic fields set into
motion poetical surmising
crosspollinations and
causalities of what can’t be explained.
spirits of disequilibrium
plague the great abyss;
within
crystallization forms.
out of much confusion
clarity of thought has emerged.
but a hybridization
of theories…
an electrical current manipulated
with ease…
a galactic magnetism unto
self…
a four dimensional planet
sorting through
mind-stuff….
maybe no more than
an isotope
thwarted by neutrality
notwithstanding the metaphysical residues … | |
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Posted: 8/13/2008 4:52:46 PM | Very nice,
While reading this piece
my mind was playing with an orb
you know
the ones you play with
at the science museums
that have the electrical current
you manipulate with your
hands on the surface of the orb?
Move your hands
control the direction of power.
Thanks for the
trip to the science museum
in my mind.
Lucky | |
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Posted: 8/14/2008 12:36:46 PM | | and i thank you! especially for the reply in expression. | |
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Posted: 8/14/2008 12:37:35 PM | Trancelike Concentration
encapsulated within constellations of
One Mind; cultic undulations
thrust throughout that very HeartBeat;
this is Existence. Om—m—m—m—m:
Morning Sublime Stars are
upon something entitled “Me”; illumination
compasses that “Me” about; “self must excavate
the Stratospheres’ of ITSelf; self must
constantly manifest unto ITSelf.”
ever and ‘gain, this is “My” whisper; this is
self’s prayer.
back ‘gain into brightness of anewness—
“I” passage; trespassing; sacrificing all
of what “I” could never become; to riddled
cosmic vibrations leaping from caves
depth the heart—throughout monistic
exospheres of Self: the variegated spheres
thereof!
a spring filled tear, segue to bliss! … pineal
glands are burning! … amongst ancient whispers,
yogis instruct unto ‘wakenness! … inducing
platonean regress into realms of recollection!
met “Me” ever and ‘gain! de (Jah) vu! cycling
contained by cycles that cycle ITSelf; eschewing
the venom of attachment; that wretchedness
of permanence within and without; absorbing
with fervor the constant transformations; cursing
not phantasmagorias; but praying mercy upon
unawares.
perceptions of dolor dissipate. Abeyance is
deconstructed! fragments whereof trickle into
the
breeze.
intangibles take form? thus
utter: but an empty inquiry! so as not to become
disconsolate; searching into spirit-matter prior
to spirit-consciousness; but yet alert
within the need of multidimensions of multivalent
colors; psychical evolutions of Spirit; the
unmanifest
giving
contour unto material realization; self-activation,
life forces, monads evolving within monads;
dreams witnessing
outside of embodiment; distorting backgrounds
of grey.
we have become the very objects upon which
we psychically
muse; the very dominions that jump; the very particles
of light
we worship.
into this spirit locomotion, surrounded by
ontological flux,
cosmic rays freefall unto birth a
universe inside; as far reaching
as forever; as aberrant as the
greatest of minds ….
There! Right there! there’s
a drum
a drum inside of “me.”
“I” shake and chase this
pulsating drum
resurrecting
tribes
inside of “me.”
There! Right there! there’s
a rhythm
upon a
rhythm
inside of “me.”
I collapse into another trance.
Om—m—m—m—m: | |
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Posted: 8/14/2008 4:48:48 PM | wow. ^^^^ seriously, wow.
"the
unmanifest
giving
contour unto material realization"
I'm not sure why, but this struck me, bounced around my head, and fired neurons that haven't been used in a while.
Great read man! | |
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Posted: 8/14/2008 10:29:52 PM | Moonlight sonata ringing through my veins,
Paint me into a Vision of Fiametta!
While I linger on the thoughts of the
Darkness of your brow….
Don Giovanni turned
Drama giocoso, how I wish
You wouldn’t humour me into
A vision of Dante! The other Rossetti
May have known me better?
Somewhere in between
The lady behind the screens or
The woman complacent and enchanted
Laying one with the foliage, Mother Nature,
Or the head of Medussa carved from
The masculine hands of artists, there
I must exist. Violent and docile, haunted
By Piano Concerto No.4 in C minor….
Your lips on mine so sweet yet vile,
You, the phoenix that shant rise,
A victim of a fire that keeps you wallowing
In ash.
I can’t forgive you and you plague
Me like a stigmata twisting nails
through my palms. Yet through your voice
nature sings her melody through the legends
of Fioretti. | |
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Posted: 8/16/2008 4:13:33 PM | Wandering aimlessly, not knowing where to turn
I so need the guidance, so that I may learn
I have been left by the wayside, all alone and afraid.
I want to be of service, not a vamp, not a maid.
Then there you, were so enticing and kind.
The idea that I had was buried deep in my mind.
It was as though you could see clear into my soul
That I was in need of somone who would take control.
It was not by chance or accident alone.
I knew that one day we'd find ourselves alone.
After that encounter, I felt complete and possessed
From the very first kiss til the time we got dressed.
Now I find myself anxious and waiting each day.
For new instructions from you, guiding the way.
I know not what awaits me, but one thing holds true.
My life has new meaning since now it includes you.
~M~ | |
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Posted: 8/17/2008 8:47:28 AM | the reply
I AM the worth of the most "valuable" person
I AM the shame on the other's face
I AM the lost and wandering soul
I AM the one who's found there place
I AM the justice that you seek
I AM the experience within itself
I AM the rate at which you grow
I AM the dust that's on the shelf
I AM the answers you have already found
I AM the one's you'll never find
I AM the sound of nature living
I AM the peace that's in your mind
I AM simply your maker
although there's nothing simple about me
I AM the energy that flows between
the souls that believe, and do not doubt me
for even when you lose yourself
you'll find answers within these times
you find the still within your soul
further confusion and many signs
that I love you, my dear child
and the earth on which you live
with so many places to find me waiting patiently
what more answers could I give? | |
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Posted: 8/17/2008 4:14:42 PM | render... you are too kind. and i thank you for this kindness.
jesyka.... a true magnum opus.... i thank you for placing it here.
srr... this has so much life in it. as all of your poems. i thank you for visiting us in word.
ash... I AM! this speaks volumes. i thank you for reminding us. | |
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Posted: 8/19/2008 1:47:36 PM | ‘Imagine all things you desire as horns growing on your head (i.e., as unreal and useless’).
If you meditate in this way, you will see a light like that of an emerald.’
Nagajuna middle of the seventh century A.D.
(“Foundations of Tibetan Mysticism” pp.55 {author Lama Anagarika Govinda}) | |
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Posted: 8/19/2008 6:03:04 PM | Mystic Channeling
as a chela
it begin; I
athirst for shruti;
psychic alembic manifestations
of spirit.
thus into caves
wit
me; afire for
intangible realities;
deliberately
mulct of disbelief;
in order to
drink of spirit-
blossom.
daresay I th’
blackdamp is
thickening; befogging third
eye enlightenment; making
of mind a
black forest; desperate
asearch for inspiritization.
it’s an hermetic
passage; where all
is polemic, controversies
in pith ethereal
souls.
I’m here,
prophetic in essence,
wending to wist
god; mother of
waxing wisdom; father
of kinetic climbs.
a trek through
mind, where dungeons
excavated reveal light:
preternatural insights of
Gnosticism, reservoirs
of mysticism, afflatus
revelations, sibylline oracles
enduing psyches
wit siddhi. | |
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Posted: 8/20/2008 3:40:20 AM | I’d ask you to use the broom
To sweep up those shards
Our mirror remains on the floor
The dreams remain
I saw a rose growing in the desert
I always needed you more
But I never had the words
If you only saw my eyes
…it’s no snake tale
I saw you in dreamtime a blue moon ago
Now I have heartburn
Blame it on my empathy
Don’t stand back
BE PREPARED to be attacked
I am the night bird
Singing in the dark
Listening to the souls
Your attention before
Sent me screaming
Attacked by demons
I’ve let time go by
I expect no sympathy
NOW I KNOW WE ARE ALWAYS FRIENDS
I am your shadow behind the door
Relieved to be back in your mind
I’ve got white paint
Without fear to paint you black
Somewhere there is twilight
Glittering in love
My shadow against your howls
Send me petals?  | |
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Posted: 8/20/2008 7:48:25 AM | ^^^very poetic. i read every line slowly.
i thank you for stopping by. | |
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Posted: 8/20/2008 4:56:30 PM | alchemic transmutations
usher forth radiance of
mind
where channeling-powers
invoked
race across seas!
thus
via stanzas
animus
emerges; spirit yens
nothing less than
to demystify
the hidden
making manifest the
unspoken tongue.
Revelations
revolutionize the brain
rapturous subatomic spirit-units
ferment into a frenzy
the remedy is
transcendence unto
completion of the
war | |
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Posted: 8/20/2008 5:21:04 PM | The impetus was a trumpet
blast! Vibrations thunder’d
through the clouds.
Choirs of the heart usher’d
forth phantoms of emotion:
apparitions from deep the
vortex of Self.
The mind dislodged
breaking free of imprisonment
nothing less than spirit-eyes
glare’d down upon ITS
very self
nothing less than pure
consciousness | |
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Posted: 8/20/2008 5:26:01 PM | Has consciousness evolved
unto consciousness,
without need of a
vassal-vehicle? | |
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Posted: 8/20/2008 5:29:40 PM | Hi you.
I've peeked at this page.
What spells have you been weaving on the universe while I was gone?
What blessings for lucky bystanders of your journey?
I just wanted to say Hi, cuz I know you love me too
like you love life and wisdom, and such sacred pursuits as curiosity.
How can you be so deep and not appear opaque?
Luv your sometimes murky admirer,
bic | |
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Posted: 8/20/2008 5:33:18 PM | I hope you dont mind....I have been peeking from a distance for a while....
as fragmented selfs we walk whole
shards of a yester year
beat yet willing to proceed
ask of why
only to get a riddle
completely misunderstood
complex is easy
its the easy that becomes hard
battles rage in the gaze of the world
really our reflection is backwards
who do you wish to see
keep walkin in the house of mirrors
we all have many
a blood trail makes it easy
to find your way back
no matter where you go
there you will be
we all live in glass houses | |
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