| Something like a cultic-wave!
Posted: 1/6/2007 10:02:00 PM | Exist as me for one second
Love as me for one second
Die with me for one second
Efface what’s you for one second
Touch my deep vulnerability......... for one second | |
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| Something like a cultic-wave!
Posted: 1/6/2007 10:03:36 PM | This……….
Is a most difficult embark-ment……
But
It was accomplished!
The sacrifice was
It was
It now is…………………. | |
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| Something like a cultic-wave!
Posted: 1/6/2007 10:29:18 PM | Something like a cultic-wave!
dude you've got like 30 favsssss with cultic alone....
c'mon bro.... come to the house!
NOW!
I usually only beg with hottie's with brainzzzzzz, but with you---- I make an exception!
Tenz | |
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| Something like a cultic-wave!
Posted: 1/6/2007 11:23:29 PM | I've been going through these for awhile now; for starters my favorites are:
"His Labyrinth Truth"
-You provoke and invoke the Minotaur here, both manifested within and without you; what I learned is how we misrecognize ourselves within that Labyrinth. This one speaks to me on a very personal level.
You have this way of 'convergence' in your poetry that creates those abstract rhythms; some of them float some of them are obviously a continuum that could go on ad infinitum; at least that's the sensation I get very strongly.
"Abstract"-post 13
Powerful; very kick a*** metaphorically to a point of disabling like after a cataclysmic clash with family or any authority which hinders in the name of something else. It takes me back to being a wee lad in the Catholic Church with towering figures everywhere. The atmosphere of this poem is like seeing that church through a kaleidoscope.
Post 33-
"Just Abstract"
"And death is but a memory that no longer plagues us dead" I love this line.
Another one I relate to. A vast territory expressed here where we can become lost, but being in the unknown is not really being lost, and this says so; it shows a fine 'break' from imaginary desolation to the sublime and binds together the dark and light-that meeting point is where the heart may sorrow; brilliant expression of that self reflex or coping skill whatever it is that sorrow is for. Compassion for ourselves even when we tarry.
Others I like also so far:
I'm Loose-post 14
Return to me & I shall return to thee
The unsung Tao
Dead Calm-post 30
You're a quintessential poet; Your kind of poetry serves as 'conduits for the sacred'<--I think I got this line from somewhere, I forget where, but it applies. And here's a cool technique I like I learned from another member here:
Naive=Nebulous Artist In Vibrant Expression
Witty=Wise in--tune Talent, Yesiree!
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| Something like a cultic-wave!
Posted: 1/7/2007 5:07:43 PM | beavisHchrist,
Such kindness displayed in earnest;
I thank you for this kindness.
I’ve often said thus; and shall say it ever and anon;
I am merely a mystic vassal.
But the motion is dear to me.
I thank you for your words of motivation and kindness, and may this New Year bring to you joy. | |
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| Vicious AbstractionS>>>>>>>>
Posted: 1/12/2007 1:58:48 PM | Vicious Abstraction………………….
The moments of an enchant
The enchants of those mere moments
Retained therein the minds vibrations
And I love you not.
…Ares has beckoned this soldier of…
But this soldier is awestruck by the aesthetic {appeals} of Aphrodite.
And has become thus frozen in the mind state of that moment’s epiphany;
…And Athena has become wise to Zeus’ new muse.
Thus Hermes has conveyed to Artemis that the soldier is wanting too extremes
…Notwithstanding the rendered equilibrium {meta} being weighed in the balances.
The moments of an enchant
The enchants of mere moments
Retained therein the minds vibrations
And I love you not. | |
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| Vicious AbstractionS>>>>>>>>
Posted: 1/12/2007 2:51:17 PM | Fragments of a man’s existence
To later be viciously abstracted;
Viciously abstracted in the guise of Truth…
How thirsty for blood the living has become.
That muse confuses even thou who art in-tuned.
Hence, ye must make limpid the entrance.
Speak lucidly thou fox.
For what’s sealed needeth not be revealed in portions.
The gods have most certainly deemed thee as shallow.
Ah! Now herein resides a strange thing.
We have most certainly seen a strange occurrence.
There is nothing worse, then a camouflaged racist.
Slithering and spirit-seething as they venomously carry on;
One must wonder: what’s Meta-Spirit to come?
There we shall see.
See in rifely wisdom that present dawn;
Shining the new tune;
Do awaken soon!
Sooner than later One presumes! | |
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| GO DEEPER!!!
Posted: 1/12/2007 3:04:54 PM | I sought.
I found.
There’s a new fountain in the garden.
And look at them all flock to her!
I now withdraw.
And I barely have been given a glimpse
At that that women have always been keenly aware of.
And I do sense Rachel is angry with Leah again! | |
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| GO DEEPER!!!
Posted: 1/13/2007 5:58:02 PM | Such retrospections
Induces emotional seismic monsoons
And the slave still awaits the balanced moon. | |
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| GO DEEPER!!!
Posted: 1/13/2007 6:17:41 PM | Naive,
Such retrospections
Induces emotional seismic monsoons
And the slave still awaits the balanced moon.
Very interesting retrospections!... and the poet is the one who balance the moon...
if only for joy... if only for freedom... | |
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| GO DEEPER!!!
Posted: 1/14/2007 9:59:13 AM | | I thank you PoetFriend. Indeed I do thank you! | |
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| GO DEEPER!!!
Posted: 1/14/2007 9:59:35 AM | “If I have spoken evil
Bear witness of the evil…
But if well,
Why smite-est thou me?” | |
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| GO DEEPER!!!
Posted: 1/14/2007 10:34:44 AM | Purgatory to Heaven…
I entered this Sepulcher within me;
And therein uttered: “Unlock the Pandora’s box.”
This little fox winks at me…all I see is horns…
A dozen eyes…and a hand pierced with bloody nails.
I passage through the door and journey downward those steps; my acquired abyss.
I see omens, angels, demons, and a few proselytized imps…now burning through Repentance.
I hear a voice from without: “the time has come, art thou prepared to see.”
I’m therefrom barraged by mystic visions. The esoteric in me is chilled stiff.
I’m suddenly warmed by a cold breeze.
I thereby find blood within me to move.
The ages have changed.
There’s a new fig tree in the garden. And my sinews are afresh.
Two burning swords permit me entrance.
A form appears and thus a tribunal.
A large book is opened and thus pages are rummaged through.
Then was uttered: “here ye art.”
I was breathed into new ears to hear with.
Suddenly seven candles were burning in my sphere.
“Thou wert weighed in the balances…purged…purified through the crucible of Truth;
Thou art now made whole.” Therefrom, I met the Bishop of souls. I’m home. | |
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| GO DEEPER!!!
Posted: 1/14/2007 10:45:52 AM | 
NandW
I have to contemplate, seriously upon that rhythm and regroup myself......
I would love to contribute soon.... I need to right(write) my spirit....
thanks for this startling expression!
Tenz~ | |
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| GO DEEPER!!!
Posted: 1/15/2007 10:03:18 AM | Somewhere herein I see me!
“Tarry till I come!”
Tis I, that is morbidly swarming through thoughts.
Thoughts of the darkness…
A darkness, that’s a bit to prevalent to touch.
I persist in silence for a moment.
And of course that moment is disrupted by thoughts.
Such incorrigible thoughts have immersed me in this sickening passion.
Hid me in me from me; the thoughts of darkness have done!
I scream in tacit travail.
Notwithstanding the freedom of this slave for the slaughter;
I extol thee not for this favored blessing.
What an arête indeed! Blessed him to the bloody mud they did.
And was esteemed nation wide for this joyous travesty;
As was then such is now.
A soulful frown has permeated the spirit’s crown.
Negated now is the forced fated legacy of Truth.
What was so precious and incomplete is now deemed uncouth.
What was so precious and incomplete is now deemed uncouth!
I transition not explode; victimize me to the bloody mud.
Thus I have spoken it!
Shall it manifest? | |
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| GO DEEPER!!!
Posted: 1/15/2007 11:15:20 AM | A poet’s prayer!
Legendary richness of thy soul…
…I’m so incomplete in this motion….
Naïve and credulous enough to believe!
A thought transitioned therefore I feel.
Bereave me not of thy poetic space.
…Permit me to ever breathe in thy effervescent vibration…
Thy ether that ravishes forth the mind’s beginning….
Engrave in my spirit’s eye thy grief of each soul;
Those at times achromatic-paining-joys that befuddle man’s cognition!
…Give to me permission to breathe in-thy-innocence…
Ensnare me in this thy kinetic-energy.
Give to me this thy telekinetic-vision to move mountains.
Actualize this thy intensity within this thy slave.
…Give to me this thy inbred that I fail to articulate.
Give to me this thy poet’s calling! A poet’s fate! | |
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| Something like a cultic-wave!
Posted: 1/15/2007 8:55:03 PM | The truth does prevail
Telltale signs to be examined
And I cast no punches
It is what it is! | |
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| Something like a cultic-wave that takes me home....
Posted: 1/15/2007 9:25:14 PM | it is what it is for a reason!
Truth is snared upon and taken advantage of...
"Do you see this love that I am giving away for free!"
can you believe the wealth within that gift
my bloody scarred heart with so much strength!
how can you not jump at the chance
"I am true, can't you see my words, my deliverance!"
I jump, stand and holler.... "Why do I deserve to stand alone!"
I only time and time again ask for a maidens touch
"Awe, ....!" If you cannot beseech me of this...
"What good is your eternal life?"
"Am I to look to another life to feel any pleasure?"
"Why do you tempt me so?!"
"I am beyond my own comprehension as to the motive!"
anger consumes me
I act out of desperation
but unwilling to act without "abundance"
give me forethought to regain my senses
I implore you now... give me strength
in a meek voice I whisper....
let me keep my solace
let me know of its pain
I will allow my heart to mend
to live another day....
T | |
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| Political Matters!
Posted: 1/15/2007 10:01:30 PM | The joy is short lived though.
“Can’t you just sweep that under the rug?”
I guess everything should be swept under the rug,
Especially the rape of a whole nation! | |
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| Political Matters!
Posted: 1/15/2007 10:11:07 PM | Walking through the rain in high hills she was.
And it’s said that “a rattle snake doesn’t commit suicide.”
But something transpired notwithstanding all that vicious water.
And yep indeed, I’m speaking on it. | |
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| Political Matters!
Posted: 1/15/2007 10:11:38 PM | Sometimes one can’t comprise.
And why the hell they keep driving through what they hate.
The vote is unanimous.
And now the gospel is sung. | |
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Om
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Joined: 12/15/2006
Msg: 173 | |
| Political Matters!
Posted: 1/15/2007 11:11:07 PM | Love poem #1
Lets pour ourselves onto open field
breathe in the stars at night
then run through the air hand in hand
smile and laugh
like school kids in dream
we'll transform ourselves into shooting stars
poke the planets and giggle
and fly off quickly through galaxy’s
and milky ways
then fall back to earth
in each others arms
like lovers
ready to sleep
till spring
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hey, N&W, just taking the hound out for a wee walk,
haven't peed here before, hope you don't mind...:) | |
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| Political Matters!
Posted: 1/16/2007 3:57:34 AM | *Prisms of light
*Colours of reflection
*Bounce through
*the chambers of my heart
*reflecting out through my eyes..... | |
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| Political Matters!
Posted: 1/16/2007 6:05:53 AM | INSANE? ESCAPE? CATALYST?
Let us sink into a warm red glow of pleasure more than inflicted
Let us fall through the earth together
Find home in forever
Turn you’re head, over there is heaven
Let us go home
I can’t get there alone
Look it’s there; rite there
Why are you’re eyes fixed on hell
Fixed on cheap glimmer
Looking down the popular path
Take all you can and go
Go! kill heaven
I don’t need it!
No more needs
No more wants, hopes or dreams
Just will
Just the path ahead of me
Purity of a pain inflicted mind
Clarity to survive
Look into my straight faced wide glaring eyes
Look and wonder why
You wouldn’t understand if I explained it
You’d muddy it with conclusions
I’m the solidifying abstract
A paradox till the words come
Propelled towards
THE NEW BUDDA | |
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