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| | Malaise and Mystery IIPage 80 of 93 (53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 93) | I ponder upon the face
Of ambivalence—wondering
If we each share the
Face of ambivalence—
Notwithstanding, our
Varying demographics. | |
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| Malaise and Mystery II
Posted: 8/11/2010 12:18:27 PM | I try to care, but shit...
a girl can only take so much
and as of today
I've decided to smile at the madness
Identity theft
breaking of lease
D+
drugged by Senator
ticket on the 4th...
this is life
and dammit
I'm just gonna smile :) | |
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| Malaise and Mystery II
Posted: 8/12/2010 3:51:53 PM | To care, or not to care—
Each splintered with
Thorns, drowning the
Soul—what of reflection? | |
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| Malaise and Mystery II
Posted: 8/13/2010 10:50:44 AM | If I reflect for one more moment on the past...
well, I just run
I'm gonna drive 1100 miles
my back will hurt
but the pavement beneath my tires
comforts me...
so I can think...
I've pissed of the Gods
or the God
something's not right...
but it can only get better. | |
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| Malaise and Mystery II
Posted: 8/13/2010 8:51:27 PM | too much reflection,
causes the soul to burn,
and to reflect not, causes
the spirit to go blind. | |
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| Malaise and Mystery II
Posted: 8/13/2010 8:55:39 PM | To whisper gently in the
Dark—to hear such whispers—
Where the soul was at once deaf—
Is this not to soar with the eagles? | |
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| Malaise and Mystery II
Posted: 8/14/2010 10:38:10 AM |
too much reflection,
causes the soul to burn,
and to reflect not, causes
the spirit to go blind.
So very true.
In those mirrors
are fine lines.
To ourselves
try to be kind. | |
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| Malaise and Mystery II
Posted: 8/15/2010 8:09:28 PM | post #1980: yeah, those words were dead on....balance....sounds quite simple doesn't it?....lol
there are no words
for stillness
give me your hand
i wish that you could feel this
i could see me and a tree
being the same
for, we are one
i bet the tree finds it easier to be still
and not speak
when the silence comes
or does it?
was that tree not effected by the elements
or was it?
i suppose silence would be easy as long as a bird didn't rustle the leaves...
i guess progress could not take place if there was no death between reprieves.
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| Malaise and Mystery II
Posted: 8/16/2010 12:37:55 PM | Rockindaze,
Word.On.The.Street.Iz,
I thank you both for stopping in and blessing the thread with your words of wisdom.
And again, I thank you each for the encouragement. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 8/17/2010 12:07:05 PM | I melt into the waves,
Listening to the undulations
Of spirit, wondering of
Tomorrow, drinking from
The secret of love. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 8/17/2010 2:12:01 PM | with smooth wave like motions
I sway with loves tide's emotion
spirit dweller to lands unknown
exotic fantasies of love unfolds
as time freezes this moment still
in memories and in my heart
never to depart thee my love
a gift sent from the depths up above | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 8/18/2010 10:29:23 AM | | Erota: Your voice flows smoothly in this one. I enjoyed reading it. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 8/18/2010 12:10:32 PM | With great thanks, naiveandwitty. Stay thirsty my friend, for your words are invigorating to the soul..
Her imagination captivates my heart
and imprisons my soul,
she is like the spring time,
when I was yet, a child
running wild and free inside
Her heart beats too, with mine,
and her elegant poise lingers,
kinda like the song in your rhyme,
it's then, that I can truly see her
Her face illuminates in time,
each moment you choose to reveal her
with your artistic, conceptional design
she is the greatest love,
embellished
words define. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 8/19/2010 2:00:39 PM | | Erota: That is a kind thing for you to say. And indeed, I will keep writing. Moreover, I thank you for blessing the thread with you verses. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 8/19/2010 2:09:53 PM | I watched, and witnessed
The subtlety of anguish,
Streaming from depth an
Innocent soul. It began in
Her childhood—the want—
And the agony of not having.
What am I amble to give!—
Wanting to give so much! | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 8/21/2010 8:22:04 PM | | Always so good to read you Joshua! I love your candor. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 8/23/2010 11:38:12 AM | | I thank you for the loving support, ~Gitane~! The encouragement is always needed. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 8/24/2010 4:05:05 PM | As of lately,
Undulations have
Resounded loudly
Within my temple—
What is this mystery?
And shall I touch the
Mystery, looking deep
Into its eyes, pleading,
That it shall forgive
My trespass—and love
Me still?
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 8/27/2010 2:51:12 PM | Transcendental attractions
And hermetic joys, are the
Only undulations I crave. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 10/27/2010 9:00:36 PM | A cross stitch weaves all time
Lost in memories once in mind
Taking back what's left inside
A crossing journey taking stride
Embarking entrance to something new
A scholar's thoughts essential view
Standing in his daughters glance
She doesn't notice not a chance
For she has never come to know
The regretful man holding so
He waits again to see her eyes
Knowing she believes in lies
He longs to speak and grasp her tight
Love her deeply without a fight
But she will only deny the chance
So quietly he holds his glance
Taking in all he can
Broken and empty in his stand
Patiently waiting for the day she decides
That their lives should coincide | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 11/24/2010 3:33:23 PM | HAPPY THANXGIVING TO ONE AND ALL.
NAIVE | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 11/24/2010 7:00:06 PM | Yes!!
We have much to be thankful for! | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 3/10/2011 12:23:02 PM | Mystic Beast
I prayed with a priest
Of a ghostly shadow
To tame the mystic beast.
I prayed with a priest
For the turmoil to cease—
I’m still haunted, ever in battle.
I prayed with a priest
Of a ghostly shadow. | |
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| Intention
Posted: 5/19/2011 1:30:29 PM | Intention
I gave her my intention—
She smiled in tears—
While absorbing my attention.
I gave her my intention
Drowning in her affliction—
Witness to her fears.
I gave her my intention—
She smiled in tears. | |
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