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within the deep parts of
my soul, whereby, an
emotional swamp has
arisen. Noetic rain is
certain to ensue, flooding
into the garden of
my sprit. Only the fragrance
of love can heal me—
its tender warmth—
its assuring touch.
Maybe in the far
distance, there is a
citadel awaiting my
arrival, a stronghold,
fortified with love.
I am overtaken by
such a thought, for the
quilt of agony and despair
have overlaid my soul,
wrecking my nerves, unto
heartache and tears.
Is there a sign, one,
which would release me
from my knot of sorrow?—
for life’s design has
me sorely confused—my
every impulse is thus to
break free; for the ambiance
of grief has taken siege of
my countenance—a
magical heirloom is
required, to ward off
the contrition; or
maybe a keepsake,
a glorious goddess,
could shower me with
the power of love.
Either/or, the quintessence
of mysticism is
here called upon, for
the yoke of melancholy
is upon me, forcing
me into the sanctuary
of gloom. | |
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| Beneath the Sea
Posted: 7/20/2010 10:12:09 PM | | bravo mi amor... pain hurts weehn you can't remember why you were feeling it in the first place.... especially then anyways | |
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| Beneath the Sea
Posted: 7/21/2010 2:32:29 PM | | I thank you for the encouragement. | |
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| Man
Posted: 7/21/2010 2:32:57 PM | Man is destined to go astray,
Adjusting to life’s orchestra,
For man is unto a castaway.
Man is destined to go astray,
Searching for a breakaway,
For existence is an anathema.
Man is destined to go astray,
Adjusting to life’s orchestra. | |
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| Anguish
Posted: 7/22/2010 12:11:46 PM | To locate solace, one may
need to abscond from the
self, even to abscond from
clandestine anguish, for the
cycle of existence is evanescent,
even abstruse. I implore my
genteel goddess to forgive my
trespass, for this inexorable angst
is nearly impossible to allay,
thus, grant me forgiveness—the
mania seized my inner dwellings.
Lustrous pain is upon my
person. How do I mitigate
the intensity of ambivalence?—for
nebulous frequencies are pulling me
in contrary directions, causing me
to ponder upon a poignant love.
Into the sanctum of my soul,
I seek refuge, gripping within
my palms an ancient Bible,
praying that God hears my cry.
This discontent is unto witchcraft
upon the psyche, further intensified
by an existential masquerade, leaving
me atwitter. Dear Yahweh, a
seaquake has erupted in my spirit.
I feel that I have been abandoned
to a cul-de-sac—how do I breakaway?
How do I escape the wildflowers?
How do I escape the cobwebs? | |
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| Anguish
Posted: 7/22/2010 9:32:05 PM | | I don't think you ever escape. You just learn to live in the ether/other world with the rest of us. Peace! | |
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| Anguish
Posted: 7/23/2010 1:19:11 PM | | ^^^I thank you for your wisdom, Sophia. | |
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| Belief
Posted: 7/23/2010 1:19:54 PM | We drank from a golden
basin. The wine was rich
with cadence.
Episodic vibrations
reverberated throughout
our beings.
In the distance, echoed a
piccolo, virtuosity
resounded afar.
A spiritual tempo
Enthralled us—we became
the canvas of the universe.
A mountain shattered. An
ocean opened. We walked
upon the axis
of eternity. Rain began to
fall. Chaos began to erupt.
We ventured to change
locations, but we were
shipwrecked.
Thus, we were stranded,
in the midst of the sea,
defeated.
What was our fascination,
our painful luxury? It was
the symphony of
existence, driving us unto
weariness, forcing us to journey
the invisible.
How we yearned for an oasis,
drifting, seagirt, wishing upon
a myth. | |
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| Forever
Posted: 7/26/2010 10:36:53 AM | Into the realm of forever,
I leap without notice of
The world; and there I
Am, dangling from the
Balcony of forever, wishing
Upon a star.
Confusion is raining from my
Faucet, my collar is made
Of anguish, and my soul is
Muricated—where is forever?
We have much to debate.
A crooked birth, a crooked
Life, and a crooked outcome—
I am crooked through and
Through, where a hidden camera
Has captured my madness.
What will the captions read?
Into an ancient mirror I
Journey, what will the future
Reflect? Forever is a monster,
Difficult to appease, refusing
To let go. Forever and I
Are at war.
Within the courtyard of forever,
I sit, abandoned to the whim
Of dragons, reading immortalized
Canons, praying unto the
Morning Star, wrestling with
Apparitions.
My heart is made of
Fragments, what shall piece me
Together? This is what I
Ponder, awaiting the holiday
Of sackcloth, consumed within
The belly of the beast.
I have leaped into the realm
Of forever, without notice of
The world. Where am I? | |
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| Forever
Posted: 7/26/2010 10:51:34 AM | If you promised to read those words to me
I imagine a deep husky voice... well husky anyways
Would you court me forever?
I need flowers and the like
poems every night
and a warm body to ease the chill
from too many nights alone
I love your songs
and I am flirting "hardcore"
but unfortunately you are
very far away
still I must say
that I love your words
and whoever the lucky girl
is that gets to hear them for the rest of her life
will be a happy girl indeed
and a satisfied wife ;) | |
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| Forever
Posted: 7/27/2010 7:16:45 AM | | ^^^You are so kind.... This write is fantastic.... I thank you for creating it. | |
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| Malaise and Mystery II
Posted: 7/28/2010 9:52:17 AM | While standing within the portico of the temple, I gazed into the twilight, realizing that my precious stone is partly hewn and my songbird is still partly caged. Thus, as I listen closely unto the songs of mystery, I am troubled in deciphering between the harp of angels and the flute of demons, for the soul is a divided kingdom, yearning in both directions. Moreover, I count my bars, shattering them one at a time, balancing upon wires made of flames, as nonetheless, the sky is aglow, for the secrets of pain have begun to speak. Shall I be permitted to unveil destiny, melting into the waves?—for I am a restless soul, ripe for a new beginning, journeying a long road, careful to analyze the crevices. Maybe I must remain as a lake buried within the mountains, as it were a deep secret, ever drifting into the boundless expansion.
New memories of the cradle await my arrival, for the cycle of samsara is lethal, and I wonder, in the next life, shall I wed joy? I have held council with loneliness, roving throughout heartfelt frequencies, bewildered, chanting with the choir of the great void—I must soon fashion a fortress, for the color of eternity is upon me. And how will I fashion said fortress? I will embark upon the voyage of love, searching throughout the desert-city for her that embodies malaise and mystery, in truth, our light will dawn, as we empty out the cauldrons of darkness.
While staring into the great ether, I prayed that the gates of heaven would open, for there is a lesion in my being, and yet, I harbor no regrets, for the richness of pain is often bittersweet. But pieces of the self have been scattered to the winds, for mystery is a burden, even a soulfelt heartache, leaving one to hunger and thirst for justice, prior to the crystallization of anguish and agony. Indeed, I have learned to soar with the eagles, standing upon the prow of existence, calling silently upon the guardian of lost souls, for I am eager to understand how it is that misery finds a dwelling place to lodge throughout the seasons.
Sublime suffering has become my shadow, speechless, but ever present—needling within the spirit, pricking at the soul. Yet time has revealed that the mystery of suffering is a conundrum, even a poet’s guide. How is it that the mystery of malaise is ever at the root of creativity, even love—a fracture within the spirit of humankind, forcing one to rest upon its jagged edge. It causes one to seek out the tenderness of affection, in this world fraught with wolves, coyotes and jackals. But the affection of a soulfelt companion, within the steep wells of aloneness and grief, this is unto a medic arriving at the nick of time. In truth, sorrow has endowed me with wings, but it is a double-edged sword, for malaise threshes the soul unto soreness and strife. However, what if suffering is a sacred antidote, serving to unlock sacred characteristics of the personality—should I then feel as if sacred, for I suffer?
Grief’s ecstasy has directed my course in life, keeping my stone partly hewn and my songbird partly caged. Yet, I continue to shatter bars, extinguishing the flaming wires that I have been forced to tread, ever investigating into the mystery of malaise. Nevertheless, the quilt of agony and despair have overlaid my soul, where I am finding it difficult to ponder upon suffering as a sacred entity; and I have found that joy is a fleeting and feckless tease, leaving one stranded upon the wharves of eternity, seeking that that only comes in degrees. | |
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| Malaise and Mystery II
Posted: 7/28/2010 10:59:27 AM | My parents wrote for three months
met on Christmas Eve...
and married the 27th
I come from a long line
of passionate lovers
unafraid to go with
whatever they discover
through magical words
as I have heard
pouring from your mind...
I smoke like a chimney
and cuss like a sailor
my house is always dirty
even after hours
of cleaning...
My temper and moods
can change like the wind
sometimes I want you to go away
sometimes I need a friend
either way
it's only temporary...
but I never plan on fixing it.
with anything but
THC...
I'm also the type of person
that likes to take a trip
although it's been many years
since LSD touched my lips
and to tell you the truth
I prefer mushrooms...
but not all the time
I mean, once every 9
years or so will do
so, can we get a babysitter
and stare at the changing moon?
Hell, I'm just asking
if this is an acceptable life
I'm tired of being alone
and I'd make a good wife...
so, yeah, there it is
I laid it on the line
tell me darling what are you looking for
when you gaze forward in time... | |
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| Malaise and Mystery II
Posted: 7/28/2010 3:26:27 PM | | this is fantastic... I love the way that it tumbles downward. great capture. | |
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| Malaise and Mystery II
Posted: 8/1/2010 5:47:30 PM |
Indeed, I have learned to soar with the eagles, standing upon the prow of existence, calling silently upon the guardian of lost souls, for I am eager to understand how it is that misery finds a dwelling place to lodge throughout the seasons.
...love this..... i'm somewhat out of words lately.....seems yours do most of my feelings justice, though.....thank you for sharing....speaking of seasons:
it feels like winter here
but i can still see my shadow as i walk
the sand sinking between my toes
one set of footprints as i look behind
listen to me
so that my tongue may taste a little sweeter this time
i believe there is a god that lives within me
with the hands of a goddess, he loves me so
she is my valley, he moves my mountains
what more will i be granted to know?
i will not run.
i long, no more, for days without breath
although it is breathless that you leave me
my thoughts cannot be put to death | |
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| Malaise and Mystery II
Posted: 8/2/2010 11:25:42 AM | | ^^^I can hear your voice in your writing loud and clear. This piece is a good capture. And I thank you for reading my work. | |
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| forgotten fantasies
Posted: 8/4/2010 10:31:33 AM | Time has passed and the moment we shared...
is gone?
perhaps it just continues
in another poem
lips unquenched by the fire
smoldering with desire
but all at once
I'm much too tired
to be the horny sex kitten I usually am...
To tell you the truth,I don't even want a man
or woman...
I am home
surrounded by friends
and basking in the glow
of pure love
this is where the soul heals
and all at once you realize
it wasn't broken afterall...
the other half I was seeking
is hidden in the forest
and He calls my name everynight
through the voice of an owl
I am comforted...
(the roaring fire and quarts of moonshine don't hurt either...ha :) | |
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| forgotten fantasies
Posted: 8/4/2010 1:07:48 PM | | This is a great capture. It made me smile as I read it. | |
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| Malaise and Mystery II
Posted: 8/4/2010 1:15:23 PM | Reading into spirit, while
Walking through a maze—
The silence is loud, as the
Soul flits through the great
Expansion…are the
Vibrations mellowing?
And what replaces them?
Is it a heaviness—an
Untouchable presence? | |
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| Malaise and Mystery II
Posted: 8/4/2010 1:55:37 PM | An ancient medallion
To ward off the demons—
An ancient raincoat
To warm the angels—
And still, I am deeply
Asleep. | |
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| Malaise and Mystery II
Posted: 8/4/2010 4:52:06 PM | My heart is heavy too
at this moment...
I need you
I don't know who you are
I hope you have a hot car...
but, quite frankly
a rusted out pick up will do
as long as I know
I'm the one meant for you...
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Love is silly
when you are not craving it
what a foolish emotion
seeing at once
it was loneliness
and not a need for love... | |
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| Malaise and Mystery II
Posted: 8/4/2010 5:14:47 PM | Love is richer than existence
Driving the spirit of humankind
To search vibrant caves, where
The rewards are bittersweet,
Even painful, yet life giving. | |
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| Malaise and Mystery II
Posted: 8/4/2010 5:20:24 PM | I'm gonna get a bottle of wine
to drink with a friend
who worked her ass of today
helping me show kids a better way
and I came home to sleep
four hours
I was exhausted
but the kids lit up
and I knew at once
this is most definitely my calling....
at least one of them anyways :) | |
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| Malaise and Mystery II
Posted: 8/4/2010 5:25:40 PM | White wine to heighten
The senses…friends to
Share existence…and a
Life time of repentance…. | |
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| Malaise and Mystery II
Posted: 8/4/2010 7:59:32 PM | I prefer red wine
no enslavement to
ice
coldness
manmade things that do not naturally exist
in the summertimes of Eastern Kentucky | |
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