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Posted: 1/17/2007 7:06:37 AM | Om, Sewluvlee... welcome to abstracts.....Beautiful reads. Do return.
Lifesoldier......good to see you again....Great poem..... | |
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Posted: 1/17/2007 7:07:21 AM | Ah! I fret that his feelings wert hurt.
Though I flocked too
I didn’t flock according to the master’s ordinances.
Ah! I fret that that purple-eyed imp is awake.
Ah! I fret that his feelings wert hurt.
What a mystery forsooth!
Ah! The countenance is beyond distorted.
Moth and rust hast defiled the inner mirror.
One cannot serve what’s mystic and hate!
I have reaped not what I have sowed.
Now I shall tend to this beam in my own eye! | |
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Posted: 1/19/2007 1:45:35 AM | Time
To what end yet unknown
My soul is empty as a stone
The leaves fall upon me and the waters whither my creed
The gusts of wind buffet me at unimaginable speed
But firm I stand struggling for breath
Even at the horizon of my death
So sweetly it comes in perfect grace
That for but a moment I knew Her face
Infinite light surrounds the tranquil sea
Where the sun and Her glory are only for me
To be that rock scattered through time
Renouncing linens oh so fine
Flying through space over a trillion years
Realizing all my fears
Never to cry happy tears
And seeing my truths in lightening mirrors
To end it all at the centre of the earth
In that flaming perpetual crescendo of birth
On the surface Her joyous footsteps pressure
Through soil and life to give me my only pleasure
The dances and songs give Her temporary leisure
As they crush me into the diamond She will always treasure | |
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Posted: 1/19/2007 1:46:44 AM | Answers
Would you be a dream to play on a lonely breath of sun;
To see the reminders of amber leaves glistening as you run?
As the ancient man said long ago to his love upon the rocks,
“Cry long my dear to release the lies that bite like a golden fox.”
Turn and twist and tenderly tile the fragments ‘til complete.
One day perhaps you will have your answers kissing at your feet. | |
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Posted: 1/19/2007 2:01:36 AM | The Honest Man’s Liar
He looked much like him on any given day
His shoes were worn in for a little play
They came to ask him of what they should pray
He said not to worry for another day
The honest man’s liar
Bled the day’s fire
The honest man’s liar
His truth would never tire
His eyes moved with intent of a feeling
The one that wouldn’t leave them screaming
Lies to save them from pain and pleading
To understand him kept them all dreaming, of
The things they don’t want to know
Burning in the fire below!
Then they learned the tricks of his surprise
It was easy to glean the lessons of his eyes
And he smiled at their knowing cries
And they were grateful for his knowing lies
The honest man’s liar
Bled the day’s fire
The honest man’s liar
His truth would never tire | |
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Posted: 1/19/2007 4:05:27 PM | Winnowy, wow! Your poetry is intense and riveting. I’m touched that you placed these poems here. They reach deep into the mind.
I do thank you for sharing them. And always feel welcomed. | |
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Posted: 1/19/2007 5:04:48 PM | Definitely Winnowy,
Your poetry is thought provoking, beautiful and in the words of Naive: Intense!
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Posted: 1/19/2007 5:10:00 PM | I climb this mental mountain.
At the peak of this Mt. Sinai I see heaven.
I feel a still breeze. I hear a still voice.
There in my heart Truth is. I see heaven | |
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Posted: 1/19/2007 6:21:52 PM | | that is the second time on this site that i have been left speechless. thank you for your heartfelt words. | |
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| The Other Side of the Coin
Posted: 1/19/2007 8:28:57 PM | The indelible immance of your untreatable sickness can but only infect my essence. There it lingers with me laughing at its own unbearable eternity. To make my universe a stage and all the stars mere extras to employ for a day; one single revolution of a saphire jewel in the crown of creation; would be a minor détente in this epic. The pantheon that has shrouded history remarks from its standard to behold the direction you view, lest you lose sight of the Monarch who lends you guidance and grace.
The banker of time does not have dispensations for wandering eyes who disobey that which they truly understand. A shuffle of numbers as you turn your head may find you alone on a mountain believing that solitary routine to be what you were made for; a coffee bean ground into the bottom of a cup to mingle with the warm water of a empty vessel. The Crown then mercilessly spins its beans at you blinding the other side of your eyes. | |
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Posted: 1/19/2007 9:02:15 PM | Numb too!
These utterances have bidded me through the famine
As jackals impatiently bellowed nigh the villages.
Resplendent is the commissioned calling of the martyrs,
Received in immortal fervor.
How does such uncertain voyages
Leave us shipwrecked in bliss?
Save for the solitary warrior!
We have thus experienced manifold hardships.
I am an immortal of spirit blood,
Deeply rooted in the prophesized sibylline oracles.
My mind of this double edged iron,
Therein is probably the originator of evil.
This I can assure thee of.
Would that ye were not my craved affliction.
Would to God this very manifest.
They weave the unwoven machinations amongst the Soul’s crops.
Many footed creatures shall tread that garden in timely space.
Bridle this frenzy my dearest.
This engendered strife belies the spirit,
Benumbing the fulcrum of God’s mind.
This never again to shine has grown numb too. | |
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Posted: 1/19/2007 9:04:41 PM | | Winnowy...once again... I am taken aback.... That's an abstract rhythm indeed! Thy poetry is deep and befuddling. | |
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Posted: 1/19/2007 11:46:46 PM | Merely a merchants vessel....
guided by a force within
that calls out to the wind....
the wind,that sets his sail
Is it a spirit that is also sacred
or is the sacred spirit one,
leading the vessel to any place that truth should prevail
Yes,I am convinced,.....only a sacred vessel would sail INTO the storm,
calming the roughest seas,
using his words as a hand at rest,
to comfort the ones in need....
This makes someone like me believe,
it is a sacred spirit indeed.................... | |
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Posted: 1/20/2007 12:30:24 AM | Somehow I get by
saving grace with smiles
don't look deep within
graveyards flow like tides
I rest on coffins
mingled...twisted...cleansed
lakes...rivers...seas
Always by my side
mountains meet
......................the oceans
lighthouse........
......................in between | |
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Posted: 1/20/2007 11:38:57 AM | The Baboon speaks!
Am I merely a serf?
Therefore, kidnapped by human wolves;
Treated like a buffoon…subjugated physically…thus…
Cruelly incarcerated in political cages with my family baboons…
This is a travesty. Humans are certainly harsh upon all animals.
In the Mountains
Embraced by the Apes…
She now speaks a new language.
She now feels the anguish of my family made slaves.
She is now my friend. | |
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Posted: 1/20/2007 12:19:43 PM | The innocent blood!
Dear Jehovah,
In the tears of the Spirit I ask:
How did it happen?
Dear Jehovah; why the precious blood of a child.
There in the sewer they found the upper torso of a child.
This irreligious monster deserve-eth the grandiose torture;
The head of a child, 17 to be exact…
How is this justified? How do I silence the rage?
War-crimes! Crimes of the most heinous!
A Mother’s womb torn to retrieve heaven;
That same Mother desecrated by the hands of what’s hated.
Dear Jehovah, bring back the innocent blood. | |
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Posted: 1/20/2007 9:35:59 PM | He has a problem with his mother!
A misogynist born this heathen is.
Just as lonely as a forsook-en coyote forced out of the pack.
Washed up yearning for attention;
And all of the heathens flock to their soul’s Satan.
But death approaches.
Thou lurkest in the shadows like jackals in heat, thirsty for one last thrill.
With motives to attack the prey, thus thou preyest through words;
A misogynist born this heathen is.
One would believe that a man suffered in travail to give birth to thee.
It’s nobody’s business that thou hatest thy mother.
Doth thou hath a daughter?
Or since it doesn’t work that counts no longer?
She probably grew just as wise as mother did.
Thou cravest after attention; thus thou attack the strong.
Thou art but wormwood falling from the sky.
Death approaches thee. Repent for violating thy mother’s honor. | |
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Posted: 1/21/2007 12:04:45 AM | 55. Jesus said, "Whoever does not hate father and mother cannot be my disciple, and whoever does not hate brothers and sisters, and carry the cross as I do, will not be worthy of me."
56. Jesus said, "Whoever has come to know the world has discovered a carcass, and whoever has discovered a carcass, of that person the world is not worthy."
- the gospel of thomas
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Posted: 1/21/2007 9:22:04 AM | Is hate in that context?
Or is this merely a parable to express the harms of division!
Love me without hindrances, notwithstanding how dear to heart they are to you.
“Let he that is without sin cast the first stone.
Hath no man condemned thee?
No master.
Well I condemn thee not either.”
Ah! “Touch me not, for I haven’t ascended to the father yet.”
But thou art so dear to me; thy faith is so powerful, that I reveal the Truth to thee first.
Ah! “Thou art favored above all women.
The Holy-Ghost shall fall upon thee and leave thee with child.”
Words in spirit I take to heart. | |
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Posted: 1/21/2007 5:05:13 PM | ……………What a host!
……………After the Deep breath sphinx-ly took
…He was somewhat spotted-ly shook….
…Therefore, after consuming line and flattering hook…
…He is now somewhat forced to take that deeper…unflattering look….
……………Something seen nothing heard….
…What was overlooked here was zeroed in there….
…What couldn’t alarm to those familiar…
…Frightened thou, thus, appalling thee…reflected in that very mirror….
……………Maybe what’s a terror to some?
…Is an emphatic joy to others?
…And no one here is playing Daddy…
…Assuredly not the fueled mother.
……………A panic to see such controversial glee….
…He’s somewhat addled by this trembling version of thee….
…Did we see the same sought for lost?
…That rusted through dusty warrants the toss.
……………The ad hoc committee flocks in nescience…
…Opposed to focusing in closely…to these here insidious teachings….
…Hereby, vesicant preaching is applauded in blindness….
…A deeper type of insight…reveals to one…that man’s sources.
……………A sheer shame to perceive the discredit…
…And thereby receive the intricate beheaded…
…The uncouth Truth is deathly fretted…
…This, that he worships most…despises his very presence…
……………Man…What a host! | |
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Posted: 1/21/2007 5:51:45 PM | I saw them again today
Birds on a wire
Singing as if it were
Their last song
Before darkness drops
Her veils
The lights were flashing red
Then green
An electrical chirping sound
Rang out for
Those who are blind and cannot see
Their way
But the birds seem to know
They gathered to hear the music
They gathered to celebrate the sunset’s final crescendo
They surrounded the flashing lights
Singing with their make believe idol
No eyes to see
But music surrounding their eternal soul
A concert of electrical magnitude
Birds on a wire. | |
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Posted: 1/21/2007 6:51:28 PM | Believe in what you will believe.
I grant myself no easy reprieve.
Truth in part only shades the tale.
Love itself, is what I feared in Jail. | |
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Posted: 1/21/2007 7:58:21 PM | The zone from Algiers, the toss that was turned, my throat never spoke.
Riding in waves, inarticulate droll perliferates acoss the border,
where loved ones see only stars, jukeboxes, radical french philosophy,
dog poetry, hideous kinky, darling middle,
I would give you a universe to unleash your key,
But I'm watching for the lock, intently, you don't know how to use. | |
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Posted: 1/21/2007 8:29:36 PM | The Root!
Thou pilgrimage is disdained.
Thou magic is the same.
The Hindu’s are envied.
Yet thou idolatry is that profanity thee call poetry.
Punjab c1500 I presume.
Wonder would the Guru Nanak be proud of the germ.
Monotheism is the heart of Truth.
Search the root. Return to the root.
This isn’t the call of war.
I just unlocked that karst.
And when that venomous fox leaped;
The bloodshed was sacrificed to the One. | |
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