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| Political Matters!
Posted: 1/21/2007 8:32:22 PM | Autumn Fantasy: what a pleasant surprise. I sincerely thank you for visiting.
Your words are always rich in nature. A refreshing angle!
Winnowy: I thank you for you words of insight. They keep me thinking. | |
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| Political Matters!
Posted: 1/21/2007 8:41:17 PM | Now the bloodshed has cleansed the tribe.
We once again pursue the neighboring tribes.
All these Tites to conquer;
And look at that prophet, just as foolish
As that same dog chasing his tail;
Even the jackass thought so! And thus spoke on it! | |
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| Political Matters!
Posted: 1/21/2007 9:04:26 PM | Charlatan Spooked!
For years I spoke with, and hung with, ignorance.
Proliferate became perliferate…etc. etc.
Now the mental lexicon is purified. The recollection in sanctified.
Ah! But now I understand…thus I retreat.
Casting pearls before the swine shall forever get thee trampled underfoot.
My fault….
That spoken…apparently wasn’t seen…
And a man’s weaknesses can often betray him in script.
I perceive anger drew him forth without forethought. Ah! A reactionary!
A man’s mind is only as deep as his heart. And an auxiliary soldier is deadly dumb.
He may have read all things…
But blinded eyes wide open understand-eth Nothing!
I was unborn born back to this.
And only Truth can understand this.
Satan can’t prevail.
It’s amazing how even demons pretend to pray.
But the position feigned is an omen chained.
Even when the wicked speaketh kind words…believe-eth him not...
For he was born for this condemnation!
Thus, his indelible imperfections screameth out PAIN!!!! | |
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| Peace..be still.........
Posted: 1/21/2007 9:54:09 PM | You spoke of something so pure
But many won't choose that door
For me,it is the only path that is complete....
the absolute truth that I seek..
"The root,the root"...I'll be saying it in my sleep
Thanx for reminding me..so much thruth...."steel sharpens steel" | |
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| Peace..be still.........
Posted: 1/22/2007 12:42:36 AM | | Vehement composure. This is the quality that evolved into Holiness. | |
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| The Unbelievers
Posted: 1/22/2007 12:46:53 AM | The docket held their names to be read aloud
None were hidden by the deafening shroud
They knew they were guilty because they went along
With the intractable rhythm in the devil's song
They looked to see they were all the same
Wet from the resonance of life's rain
Nature had not lied all that time
But stole the ring of rational chime
Some were laughing but most cried
Aware now the betrayal of their pride
It was to their shadows to reveal the truth
That light is eternal if slightly aloof | |
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| The Fates
Posted: 1/22/2007 12:57:12 AM | Formed we are of frailty and error
Agony of the ages our singular terror
Wrapped alone in banners and idols
Blind and bruised by the shatter of falls
But the night brings me closer to the whispering angels
Reminding us all there is something to save us
We are not meant to be
We are
Always were
And will always
Be free | |
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| The Fates
Posted: 1/22/2007 3:57:08 PM | Psalm 212
By: Stan Rice ( 1942 - 2002 ) Died by brain tumor.
Why think these songs irrational.
They are no more so than the hive.
In mercury I seek the method of the molten.
I remember mercy in my praise of the chain.
The green apple is red where slapped.
Why should my psalms sicken, or be blasted
Like blackbirds by shotguns from trees.
Why would you bypass being adored by the radio.
for each gift pump the moment.
The herring are numerous
And the Lord's sperm are words,
As am I, I was lost
And sang my broken down songs in the hell of the hour.
Then in my heart moved an oar,
And I was found by a breeze from a door in the sea of forms
And I was rowed to the cherry trees on the shore.
Selah. Selah.
( Those were the last words of an imperfect man to a God he may or may not have understood, as his little daughter died of Luekemia in his arms. The reason why his wife Anne Rice started writing vampire novels, because she wanted her family, and dead daughter to live forever and thus see a million wonders. Why, now, her last novel is about the life of Christ as a young man, because immortality is an illusion, and we all suffer, and are imperfect.
That is our true mark. God keep you, Stan Rice. )
Truce. I respect you're poems, marvelous rhyme, constuction, sense of territory, sorry if I overbear, please leave this flawed poet alone. ( My psalms are not yet healed. ) And you cannot heal them. They must find their own path, among a dangerous way. A way that was my way since the day I was born. Live and let Live. | |
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| The Fates
Posted: 1/24/2007 7:32:35 PM | | After a great deal of thinking...I do understand. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 1/24/2007 9:22:15 PM | | thank you NaiveandWitty for elevating all of us! | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 1/25/2007 12:35:42 AM | | i was wondering how long it was going to take you to get back ;-) | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 1/25/2007 6:08:23 AM | I'm here...and everything I have read here has enlightened me greatly.
Swanlake, it's a pleasure to see you here. | |
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| My own reflection looking back at me.....reminding me...
Posted: 1/25/2007 1:04:33 PM | "Mom,I wasn't a warrior like youv'e taught me to be
I tried to stand up and fight for what I believed
But we only ended up saying things back and forth
Next thing I knew,we were both saying things that hurt
So I just walked away,while they continued to laugh at me
I still have to go to school every day..others thinking I'm so weak"
I embraced my son,..humbly admitted that I was wrong
Thanked him for reminding me...
it is in your personal walk, and being able to walk way....that is when you are strong.
And the one that walks with compassion and forgiveness..... will never walk alone..
True forgiveness is choosing to live with consequences each and every day of someone else's sins or wrongs.....and with that, I will have innerpeace. | |
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| My own reflection looking back at me.....reminding me...
Posted: 1/25/2007 5:50:13 PM | Self-deception
Give them what they desire
And they feel they fooled you.
A love shown in humility
Is often a love desecrated?
I free you to disappear.
And please
Return when deception is new.
~New and improved~ | |
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| My own reflection looking back at me.....reminding me...
Posted: 1/26/2007 4:43:30 AM | If I must leave, shall I return?
Your words, have taken me all about,
I could shout "Stop",. I could cry, no doubt,
and not lie, that would you not see the tears, I have?
Life is a long , winding , ride.
It is like an ocean,
a high moving tide...
My life does have reason,,,I know this for sure!
MY heart it is open, so clear, so pure.
If life ever doubts that I have a good reason..
I am wondering, man,,,could it be you,,,,?
Am I living the season,,,
of death, long lost fire, unwanted ?
I tire,
of souls reaching for more, and wanting desire.
Have I reached for the one, beyond the stars?
I have only one heart, it tears me apart...
Will you take it and leave.
I will stay here and breathe, the life given from ,
the one breath I have.
If it is meant to be, I shall keep it and see.
If not , lest I go, and my heart it will bleed.
This is my imaginary, life, it is so cut, so dry!
I have asked for your heart , as it beats.
Do not give me flying monkeys, and demons.
All I ever asked, of you, let it be real, let it be true. | |
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TiMwM
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Joined: 10/3/2006
Msg: 217 | |
| De-versified
Posted: 1/26/2007 10:37:58 AM | Fate hand
of god given
cuckoo clock strikes.
Picketing parakeets
voice their dislikes
for an unfair
unfathomed affinity
to day-old divinity de-versified.
Exampled
in crass crabgrass
soul searching plight
of a dangling destiny
cut short in mid-flight.
If you don't get this don't feel bad. I don't either. | |
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| De-versified
Posted: 1/26/2007 3:32:52 PM | Jules-4u…you are most certainly a jewel…I thank you for this poem.
TiMwM…you are wise…and the truth was spoken. It might have been a riddle to you. But to me it spoke volumes of what I see. The beauty of it all is we see what we choose. | |
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TiMwM
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Joined: 10/3/2006
Msg: 219 | |
| De-versified
Posted: 1/26/2007 7:11:21 PM | | You know what man the more I read it the more I come to an understanding of it. What you said in not so many words about everyone having an interpretation has much meaning. Thanks for your always enlightening words/comments. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 1/27/2007 5:26:56 PM | Strange connections……….
The chimps are in frenzy;
Though kin, the blood is shed.
That baby chimp was but 3 weeks familiar with this golden earth.
Just like that wild, but lame horse, murdered by its father;
And the angel’s blood is mighty, thus we thirst.
Figured he’d wait.
But the gate was closed.
And despite those many lines up that bloody nose,
The gate is closed.
Right in heart that epiphany, Satan froze. | |
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| When Chunfen wakes
Posted: 1/27/2007 6:05:09 PM | .
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Paint this on the sky for all to see
Hues, saturated in orange and mist
Freely reveling in a comfort moment
One with only a sound, a whisper
Into a juxtapose position, close calm
Sea salt lingers only in my mind
So long since I tasted the gulls air
I truly long for a surreal moment
taking the very breath from my lungs
Soon I’ll live again...
This I’ve been assured....
When Chunfen wakes and I open my eyes
She will be there,
beside me, to still my waters
and then I will know peace....
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Tenz~ | |
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| When Chunfen wakes
Posted: 1/28/2007 9:34:00 AM | Tenz: I’ve read this poem several times over…you have most assuredly raised the bar.
I’m struck by the spirit therein. And though the times may change, words are unchanging.
Simply put, I thank you for this landmark……….. | |
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| When Chunfen wakes
Posted: 1/28/2007 10:07:46 AM | ……….Let the nights perish……….
…..Light is given to the miserable in soul…..
….Shall a man’s foundations flourish the curse?
…The council of the fox is machinations in reverse…
……….My mind mourned the ashes…
…but my heart was joyous for the dead.
…my soul angered the spirit…
…understanding beyond this mortal herein…
……….Give me the ears of the owl…
…the eyes of the eagle…
…and the courage of Job…
…for eating of this portion has grieved even unto…the {Kinetic Soul of God}…
…hereabout, we carry this bone, gnawing for wisdom.
……….Get the thistles from within the harvest…
…burn them in the furnace of tribulations…
…and why this Lioness doth loveth me sore!!!…
…I shave my head falling upon the mire in prayer…
…aside there…she is loving me sore….
……….Let the nights perish………. | |
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| The Darkness
Posted: 1/28/2007 1:04:08 PM | He looked into his eyes
Oh, what did he see?
It was just a new born baby
Nothing simpler could be
Oh he looked into his eyes
And what did he see?
It was something more wonderful
Than ever he could be
But that man couldn’t go to anger
And he couldn’t find his tears
The beauty of survival
Was lost inside his fears
Moments passed before him
Of tender happiness and joy
Too few they were to free him
from the night’s soft employ | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 1/28/2007 1:53:37 PM | | Winnowy: the strong move in silence. Each word written is ever expressive of the depths surging through you. You write into existence the magical impressions of wisdom. I do thank you. | |
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