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An emotional swamp has engulfed us, but the cadence of love is resounding within our hearts.
Walk with me, for if we refrain unto heartache, an avalanche of sorrow shall permeate our souls. | |
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Posted: 1/4/2012 6:54:36 PM | Dear Therapist II
Indulge me.
Let the delusion
Live. Untangle me
Not, for I love
The sickness of
Such prose, as tears
Drop upon asphalt—
As I crumble ever
And anon. Uplift
Me unto ascension.
Hypnotize my
Darkest thoughts—
Cause me to seek
Out joy within the
Harvest of dreams.
Isn’t this our
Utopic island?
Hear the viola of
Spirit. Listen to
The orchestra of
My soul. Become
My better half.
Teach me to see
Myself. Serenade
My mind unto
Elation, open my
Spirit.
Persuade me to
Live out the
Paradox of an
Unfiltered
Personality.
Deceive me
Through the lore
Of a fairytale.
Drift with me
Unto lotus land.
Cast maya out on
My behalf. Sweep
Me into another
Dimension, where
Pain grows wings
And egresses
Temples of
Contrition.
Impassion my
Dreamlike nature.
Become my
Healing source.
Indeed, indulge me.
Let the delusion
Live.
Naive | |
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Posted: 1/6/2012 12:37:03 PM | Dear Therapist III
As a Nazarene,
Consecrate the soul.
Do such within
Yahwistic portraits.
Cleanse and purge
The weeds, which
Often suffocate the
Spirit. Ensure that
I flit through the
Depression. Mold
Me unto a warrior
Of spirit, even a
Ninja of warfare.
Stand beneath the
Portico with me.
Teach me of how
To shed the
Countenance of
Suspicion. Trek
With me through the
Wildwoods of my
Childhood. Argue
With me when my
Disposition seems
Morose. Push me to
Soar, despite the
Sickness of my
Prose. Mysteriously
Heal my wounds.
Naive | |
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Posted: 1/6/2012 8:01:56 PM | Watching the movie today
It was a very short one but
I can’t deny a lifelong beat
Resonating in my heart
Paw prints on my soul
Emerging from a hellhole
I’ve been given parole
To write a story
Once upon a time...
You touched me; in return
Tangents amount to a
Neve ending time
Giving me a lifetime
Of claws seeing nails
Withdrawal is a state
I cannot backdate | |
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Posted: 1/7/2012 7:00:27 PM | | AD2006: This is a great capture. I enjoyed reading it. | |
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Posted: 1/7/2012 7:33:21 PM | Shelter me home
Roaming through
Valleys, hidden
Beneath the sea.
Shelter me home
Among angels
Excavating my
Soul.
Shelter me home
Through poesy
And prose, where
Magic blossoms.
Shelter me home.
Shelter me home.
Shelter me home.
Naive | |
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Posted: 1/7/2012 7:49:08 PM | why am i here
i am sick of everything | |
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Posted: 1/8/2012 11:24:12 AM | | Cesska: Maybe you are here to express yourself through words, and to discover new things concerning yourself. I am not certain. But I thank you for stopping by. | |
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Posted: 1/8/2012 7:19:18 PM | oh how 2056 touched me...thank you x
Naive of me believe?
Until God arrived but He never left
Blinded by colours; I still heard
My soul I discarded
Adolescent I became
Accepting simply; being is all I am
With spirit renewed
Transformed to a state
Nirvana belongs to no mortal
Samples arrive without postage
Inhumanity are the clouds
I hesitate; therefore I dive | |
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Posted: 1/8/2012 11:11:40 PM | The minute before I die
I’ll sing a song of joy
I see not only doubles but triples
Trinity divined
Blessed I am to give you life
Cursed I am for you to have me as your mother
Hallowed because only you can carve your name
God the Father
Given not one but two (I do not count)
Sons that only gods can improve
Father denied for he has restrictions
God the Son
That awakened me
Allowed me to be
Earth Wind Fire doused me in Water
God the Spirit | |
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Posted: 1/9/2012 10:51:05 AM | I stared at the blank verse
etched so carefully upon
various measures of my heart
watching the paper spin into a corner
feeling something delightfully somber
the tears flowed down
blank pages
never written
pride contained
honor hidden
I've almost become smart enough
not to drink
when I have too many memories
flowing through my mind
but in those moments I find
myself loud, proud
and terribly redneck
My neck
was kissed
your presence
was felt
and I didn't know what to do
except stare
at the blank pages
wishing some sort of perfect portrait
would materialize
my eyes
got no relief
as blank pages full of tears
lingered before me | |
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Posted: 1/9/2012 2:30:19 PM | AD2006: I see that father and son came up pretty often, interchangably, that is. This is a battle. One worthy of much attention. I thank you for pointing this out.
CountryCowgirl9: Blank pages and blank verses, so many to fill and so many to write. It was a pleasure reading your prose-poem. And I thank you for posting here. | |
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Posted: 1/9/2012 2:30:59 PM | Emblem of Royalty
Unfastened and trembling
Mania engulfed the soul
Leaving me untamed and
Wild. My countenance
Became radiant and
Painfully Intrusive. I
Longed for an overflow
Of healing, as my spirit
Moaned for wholeness. I
Was mystically alive
Gravitating towards
Depression, wondering
Of the measurement of
This affliction. Still, I
Know not the
Measurement of this
Affliction. But there is
A Berlin Wall ere me
One in which prevents
Me from flowing freely
Where I bathe in
Indecision. My emblem
Of royalty, is still my
Emblem of royalty
Penetrating my visions
Long into the realm of
Heartfelt dreams, even
Awaking my spirit to the
Realization that
Manumission is but a
Myth, for in essence, I
Desire my emblem of
Royalty.
Naive | |
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Posted: 1/10/2012 5:38:17 PM | Drifting into my inner
Kingdom, I feel the
Tempo of divinity,
Streaming throughout
My being and vibrating
Throughout my Spirit.
I walk into the gallery
Of visions, pausing to
Read through the
Brochure of the great
Mystics, and there I am,
Gazing into my soul.
Naive | |
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Posted: 1/10/2012 5:39:09 PM | Thunderbolts are
Striking throughout
The universe,
Resonating within
Vehicles of eternity:
“Here I am.”
Naive | |
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Posted: 1/14/2012 5:42:16 PM | Torn apart but
Breathing, falling
Into a dream,
Reluctant to turn
Back. | |
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Posted: 1/15/2012 6:06:04 PM | Dear Mother Earth,
Grant me solace as
I tumble into visions
Oft and again—
As I stumble through
The phantasm of
Dreams—so many
Dreams.
Naive | |
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Posted: 1/16/2012 6:47:26 PM | I have a dream
Today I heard on Ellen a laugh
Martin Luther King Jnr
Was not born for your amusement!
Sacrilege I finally understand
Jesus is no longer understood
A black man; finally
No one will be silenced!
It was tailor made in a Bible
Long ago in a life that is bewildering to me
Black vs white
Or was that white vs black
Many understand the grey
Still only few hold the silver
Linings we still sew with torments
Forensics must be translated | |
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Posted: 1/16/2012 7:52:46 PM | | AD2006: I thank you for stopping through. This is an interesting write. | |
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Posted: 1/16/2012 7:56:03 PM | Time has colored
Perspective, giving
Light to reason, where
The mystic principle
Is the prominent force.
Where is solace to be
Found! And what is it
That we share, aside
From mystical
Anguish!
I implore divinity to
Touch her soul, rinsing
Away the discoloration,
While effacing the heart-
Ache.
Reach into the sanctum
Of her spirit and remove
Her clandestine anguish—
Cause her eyes to sparkle
And dance ere the
Morning Star.
A mystic seaquake is
Upon us, vibrating in
Waves to a solemn secret,
As ancient as the
Constellations.
Psychically, we are
Webbed, genuinely seek-
ing after what we have
Stumbled upon—a deep
Mystery—
A riddle soaring though-
out our beings, as does a
Cryptic inscription.
Naive | |
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Posted: 1/18/2012 12:52:27 PM | Lightening volts were
Upon us. Twilight was
Nearing. But we ignored
The hand of fate.
I now stargaze, dreaming
Of cosmic love, somehow
Entangled in the web of
Visions—so many visions.
Naive | |
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Posted: 1/20/2012 2:39:25 PM | A magical crow sat upon
My shoulder, urging me
To seek out the core of
Existence, whereby, I
Delved into a poem,
Reading of a goddess,
That heals the sores of
Lovers. | |
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Posted: 1/20/2012 2:48:23 PM | We are reaping our harvest
From a skeleton, nostalgic
For that, which has come
And gone. Thus, we wonder,
Shall the tree of life blossom
Before our eyes, or has the
Glory of our Eden departed. | |
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Posted: 1/22/2012 6:49:22 PM | Reflection
The deepness of a
Situation, is webbing
The deepness of my
Soul—where light
Is growing wildly.
I could climb Mt.
Olympus, and still
Be located at the
Bottom of my
Anguish, blind to
The changing of
Faces.
Why web twain
Souls, burdened by
The texture of
Reality? And what
Of the depression,
Its cyclical nature—
But to know that it
Shall return!
Where would I be
Without the
Experience of
Losing—without
The teachings
Thereof.
Where would I be
Without the
Blessing of my
Affliction?
And what a
Glorious affliction!
Naive | |
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Posted: 1/23/2012 11:49:26 AM | A Philippine Deep (A Troubling Situation)
Digging my way free of
A Philippine deep,
Somewhere hidden within
Myself, I must learn to
Breathe—I must learn to fly.
As Pontius Pilate, I must
Come to understand the
Truth, for truth dictates
The mannerisms of
Humankind, those that
Exist socially.
Tears rise to the surface,
When one contemplates
The ambivalence of
Existence, despite the
Glory. And how shall I
Dig my way free of my
Desert storm! And what
Does it take—faith in
Abundance?
Is there a fortified disposit-
ion, a burg for those that
Suffer, one that can be easily
Found, through the eyes of
Believers?—for I believe,
I believe that solace comes
With a price, as every form
Of philosophy possesses its
Flaw.
Am I to run from the
Truth, which outlines the
Flaws of humans. I shall
Not run, but rather, I shall
Dig my way free of a
Philippine deep. I shall learn
To breath. I shall learn to fly.
Naive | |
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