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| | To Whisper SoftlyPage 88 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) | Lord
Bless me with the wisdom
Of the Sabeans, for I dwell
At the foot of the fig tree
Where I slept as an ancient
Spirit
Guide me through the
Hidden treasures of the soul
Teach me to commune with
My own heart, for my
Couch is soaked in tears
My spirit is being tested
Dragons of the wilderness
Have been permitted to
Haunt me sorely
Give me the inheritance of
Of the almighty, that I
May awaken impoverished
Souls, that I may approach
The altar of horns
Lay it to heart, Elohim, take
Heed to the breadth of my
Spirit—invite me into the
Tabernacle of the holy of
Holies
What I seek is the essence
Of the mystery—the
Sacredness of the lamb—
Give me the heartbeat of the
Word
Whisper through the winds
My Lord, absorb me in the
Mystery, give me the light
Of men
Naive | |
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Posted: 4/7/2012 9:37:33 AM | You write, and sometimes I have to look
further into words or things that I do not know.
I am forever grateful for the people,
who have been put into my path, that help me grow.
*I hope this post finds you well* | |
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Posted: 4/8/2012 4:02:09 PM | | ^^^We are grateful for you also. And I thank you for sharing. We shall continue to grow together. This is what writing is all about. | |
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Posted: 4/8/2012 4:02:34 PM | Praise and Supplication
We pine for a savior, upon
Bended knees near the tree
House, wailing in orthodox
Tongues, for Pentecost is
Upon us.
Are we not strange to the
World? But join us for a
Day. Feel the heartbeat of
The Soul, pulsating
Throughout the spirit—to
What can we compare it!
Search for the face of Spirit
With us. Seek and find.
Catch a glimpse of infinity.
Now walk away. And feel
The self cringe, yearning for
Divinity.
We’re thirsty, my Lord—
Dwelling in the wilderness
As blank shadows, waiting
For heavenly beings to awaken
Us, lest we succumb to the
Harp of demons. Leave us
Not to perish in our search.
But lift us up in our tears.
Make us to know why the
Heart vibrates—why the mind
Is enlove with the mystery.
Make us to know, Lord!
Naive | |
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Posted: 4/8/2012 6:35:36 PM | Was I born in darkness, my
Lord, made subject to search
For the light? And have I
Found the light, my Lord—
Forced to wrestle between
The halves!
Fill us with grace and truth,
My Lord. Place us within
The bosom of the Logos,
That we may soak in the
Vibration of light. | |
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Posted: 4/9/2012 2:40:48 PM | Journey of Events
Asearch for the Promise Land
We journey the Soul for Christ
And the power thereof, digging
Into the Spirit, diving within
Ourselves
Open our minds to the fullness
Of the mystery, enlighten us as
We passage the path of mystic
Darkness, athirst for lightening
In the spirit
Give us the wisdom of the
Sabeans, make us to remember
The beginning, for we were
Once babes in the woods, lonely
For the heartbeat of Christ
My heart is burning in Spirit
I’m ascending rapidly through
Various dimensions of the
Heavens, listening to unutterable
Tongues, telling a story of Enoch
Drinking water from the rock
After four score and a night in the
Desert, I’m lost and dreary
Falling while standing, thankful
For the day cloud
Upon the mount of Sinai, I stared
Into the Promise Land,
Condemned for the nation I love
Shedding tears unto redemption
Rejected in the mystery
Naive | |
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Posted: 4/10/2012 2:52:56 PM | My Lord
We long for the presence
Of the high places
Embrace us in the steep
Regions of our souls
Walk us through the
Vineyards of Christ, meet
With us, hear our spirits
Wail and howl for
Redemption
Our ancestors have rolled
In the dust, trodden under
Foot in the mire, thus, we
Weep, waiting for the good
What was the beginning of
Transgression, my Lord?
Was it not the treasure of
Your heart!
Are the days forever wicked
My Lord?—where we
Await the ultimate parable
In the fields, athirst for
Angelic harvesters
Supply us with new robes
And tunics for the journey
That we may ward off
The spirit of falsehood
For nightmares have fallen
Upon us during daylight
Hours—we are without a
Voice
Naive | |
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Posted: 4/10/2012 2:57:42 PM | if you knew God
you wouldn't be such a prick
so stop writing about it
you don't fvcking get it
you never will.
go ahead and kill
yourself
come on baby
make
me
happy. | |
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Posted: 4/10/2012 3:35:41 PM | Streaming
Why have I asked for my
Mind to take a brief sabbatical?—
For the lights are ever on,
Even in the hours of dreams.
There’s a riddle therein, taunting
Me unto soreness of thought.
As for the mystery, it has
Taken on a life of its own.
Once again, I’m sea deep in
The magic, conversing with spirits.
Birds are chirping and pecking
Upon my windowpane, sharing
In the tragedy of it all. And she
Is merely a distraction, clawing
At the wind, for I have disappeared,
Lurking in the meadows, as a
Shadow that was once stumbled
Upon. I guess I was enrapt’d in
The mystery of it all. Glimpses
Flashing ere my third eye, while
The moon pretends to be asleep.
I cast the ashes to the sea, after we
Partook of grandmother’s remains.
They reckon me different. And
Her up and coming apology is a
Ruse, for she’ll desecrate what’s
Holy to me time and again. Has
The time come? Shall the sky
Open? I’m eager for their arrival.
Naive | |
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Posted: 4/10/2012 4:33:44 PM | apologies may come
to a blind ear
that cannot see
the forest for the trees | |
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Posted: 4/11/2012 3:20:14 PM | Memory Lane
I clave to hope as a child
Fleeing into the eyes of
Madness, unaware of the
Detriment therein
The dysfunction, to seep
Into man’s pores, infecting
The deeper self, leaving
The mind abandoned to
The desert-city
I attacked the world with
Vengeance, losing traces
Of myself to the street life
Chasing after normality
But where was she! And
Would I recognize her if
I stumbled upon her
Domain! Isn’t she aloof—
A product of consensus
A fuzzy dream even,
Imposed upon the spirits
Of humankind, nay
Structure is a necessity
Lest one fall into
Dungeons, inhaling fumes
Where the child becomes
The parent
And there I stood, strong
As confusion, hiking
Through the mountains of
Despair, a damaged
Vessel, forced to begin
Again
Naive | |
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Posted: 4/15/2012 2:44:22 PM | While I Slept
In the midnight hour
Slumber befell a waking soul
I dreamt of love, shattered
By reality, falling into the
Clouds
In ghostly parade she thus
Appeared, walking me
Through the grey valleys
Persuading my soul to speak
The language of visions
Songbirds sing with harps
Awaking me from my
Slumber, I thus sat in
Biblical stillness, making
The vision known,
Crumbling sheets of paper
By the dozens
Naive | |
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Posted: 4/15/2012 3:02:47 PM | ^ beautiful
sitting in stillness
words lost in the gaps
between thoughts
where the soul resides
light upon my eyes
glistening in the sun
blinding when fully open
worth the vision i reckon | |
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Posted: 4/15/2012 3:13:56 PM | when I grow up
I want to be a millionaire
but I hope I'm not some desperate psycho
pumping off to my own work
online. | |
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Posted: 4/15/2012 3:43:48 PM | WeAre1, it is always a pleasure. And I thank you for posting herein.
Sabetha, whatever it is, just let it go. It's starting to get old. | |
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Posted: 4/15/2012 3:44:26 PM | The Effect of Mystery
In me the spirit was screaming
Supernal vibrations were racing
Throughout my soul, something
Holy took possession of the depth
Of me, and I fell into divinity
I was seagirt in emotions, breaking
Free of my dartmoor
Why would she leave me lonely
In the fields of spirit, pining
Through a solemn heartbeat?
Dreams have become whispers
Haunting me softly, what magic
Is this, scrambling my thoughts
My soul would swivet, as I fell
Into a Philippine deep
Our beings were irrigated with
Mystery, we investigated the
Mountain, picklock the spirit, and
Became intoxicated with jewels
When would the relic open!
It was similar to a spiritual
Guillotine, making of my flesh
Waves, echoing throughout the
Wilderness, find me therein rapt
In prayer pleading for forgiveness
My junoesque cynosure, locate
Me aside the lea, meditating in the
Meadows, surfing through idyllic
Dreams, wishing that it all was
Fugacious, but it isn’t
Naive | |
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Posted: 4/16/2012 4:02:37 PM | just let it go
is all you ever say
how dare you waste my time
how dare you fvcking play
with me
we'll see
when it's over
I am the fat lady
and you know
I love
to sing. | |
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Posted: 4/17/2012 5:46:07 AM | How can I say who I am
When you quote from eras gone by
Listening to ghosts
Unseen although heard
In every breathe I take
I have no idea if I am alive
The illusion is that love abides
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Posted: 4/17/2012 8:05:48 PM | Blessed Misfortunes
As an adolescent, the future was
Scarred, who knew that the beast
Was gravid with love, so much
Love
Dreams have impassioned us to
Participate in the present, albeit
Our eyes are shut as the past draws
Upon our blood
Mother and father have gone to
Meet the riddle on the other side
Will they visit me and give the
Mystery of the light, or purposely
The mystery of the dark
Indelible wounds have morphed
Into wisdom, thus, fly with me
Through the tangle wood, and I
Will carry us through the storm
Secrets of the vision suffocate
The spirit, with whom can they be
Shared, thus, we carry the burden
Of eternity, sailing through the
Fog
Mercurial emotions, sole root of
Depression, dragging the soul
Through mind-caves, where the
Heart freefalls into the dungeons
Of Sheol
Step into the conundrum of life
Witness the webs entangle us
Count the threads of our paradox
They tell a story of blessed
Misfortunes
Naive | |
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Posted: 4/21/2012 4:03:06 PM | Moving through the Waves
Find us within a notebook
Colored therein in inks
Can you picture without a frame
A dozen candles burning
The strings have been plucked
In dire need of rethreading
So meet with me in the fields
And explain to me the measure
Was our notebook magical, put
To sleep by our reality
But still, we follow the cycles
Of the moon, awaiting love
Is it the intuition of happiness
Which keeps us in prayer, or
The vibrations, which come in
Waves, keeping us hopeful
Wants are growing within the
Wildfields of the spirit, while
Fantasies are waning, finding
Rest within the shadows
To believe that one is healing
Could prove to be an illusion, but
Fruitless mental activity is the
Heartbeat of vanity
And yes, for her love, I often
Wax famish, wondering of the
Deepness thereof, chastising
Myself for thinking foolishly
Naive | |
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Posted: 4/21/2012 5:49:46 PM | Beautiful! :) Healing, is a long hard road!
My son hurt his hand back in March,
crushed digits in a paperpress at work!
Healing is a thing which requires
much inside work and prayer ,
to the Gods:)
He is healing wonderfully! :)
xo Naive...<3 reading here ! | |
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Posted: 4/21/2012 6:10:39 PM | healing is like breathing
a life process that takes time | |
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Posted: 4/22/2012 5:00:25 PM | Hummingbirddancing; I'm sorry to hear about your son. But I am glad to read that he is healing wonderfully. I will keep him in my prayers.
And you and M8T are correct, healing is a life long project, especially, from within. | |
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Posted: 4/22/2012 5:01:05 PM | Psychic Flight
Reaching somewhere within
The depth of self, dangling
From mirrors, I fathom tears
Are overdue, but who am I
To fall apart, when there’s so
Many diamonds in the Rivers
Of Hopes and Dreams
Pardon me, while I implore
Forgiveness for my sins, at an
Impasse, struggling to fathom
The substance of sin opposed
To the essence of guilt fraught
Perceptions
And where have I landed,
Trekking through the graveyard
Of forever, harnessing anguish
Afraid of the benighted skies
Naive | |
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Posted: 4/23/2012 2:07:15 PM | Let me desire in vain, that
I may absorb wisdom, my
Shadowed love.
How it feels to want and
Not possess—the soul churns
Burning from friction.
I’m a lost artifact, stranded
In the forest, waiting patiently
For my goddess.
When shall I become a found
Object?—utilized as art, unto
Divinity.
Abandon me to the wild, where
I’m lost for love—what shall
We discover, afraid of the
Unfamiliar.
Psychic thorns have reigned
Relentless—how shalt I breathe
And maintain peace?
Painstakingly, I have kept my
Distance, for there is much to
Explain, in the spirit of
Mysticism.
It became overwhelming,
Etching at my waking soul—I
Wanted more than a vision, I
Desired Athena.
But I clave to a dream, waiting
For love to manifest, waiting
In southern vain.
Let us ween together—setting
Aside senseless fears, falling
Into the arms of satiation.
Waft with me, albeit, we are
Seagirt in mystery—let us
Embrace ecstasy.
And I realise dreams often
Remain such, but let us dream
Unto reality’s touch. | |
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