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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 7/30/2009 4:32:52 PM | The Lovers Parlour
Strand by strand he laid the dinner table,
Fastening the candles and wine there stable.
Strand by strand he chose the music list,
Preparing the stage with a final twist.
Rang the doorbell,
Enter she,
Blind to all but that which he could see.
The mirror sparkled as she walked past,
Leering out a mirthless laugh,
Deaf to all but that which he could hear.
Sat down she to a feast repleet,
Spread before her nice and neat,
Hungy only for that which he could eat.
"Welcome my beauty", spake he gently refined,
His eyes feasting as they dined.
Wine bottles emptied and bellies sated,
Tumbling to the floor where at once they mated.
After long hours screams and cries and moans abated,
His web had fallen but he knew not what waited.
When in restful happy sleep was he,
She paralyzed him and ate him whole.
{Mwu ha ha ha, whose the spider now?}
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 8/5/2009 1:39:07 PM | Lost
I was told by a 22 year old
long haired, bespectacled
lived in his bedroom all day
who didn’t choose to drive
anything, except the internet
Yeah, he is brilliant at that.
He said:
There is no God.
I asked him what made him certain
his gaze swept over to his mother
a beer in her hand, unhappy and empty
he did it lightning fast, it didn’t escape me
I understood him then, he had never been
full, raised without spirituality and did not know
how to seek, for his teachers had left the building.
Point blank I said:
If you do not make the effort to seek
If you think you can find truth adhered
to your fingertips in a plastic promise
then what value is your opinion to me?
He was silent.
I said:
We can knock religions all we want
hell I’ve even done it myself, but Son
unless you leave the house and open
knowledge, it is you who died
not God.
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 8/5/2009 1:50:30 PM | Tale of a Painting
She was just a little one
with a dream of ordinary
and unexpected renderings.
From the burrow of home she gazed from afar
at the token of all those illusory paintings
she had been told existed, somehow they
all seemed so distant, across miles of water.
Mother said,
“it’s how you believe little one
it’s the unity of it, for tenets have no place
when what unites is stronger than what divides
no water can keep you prisoner, in what you can
find in the promise of patience and sincere belief,
do you understand
my little one?”
She didn’t really
but at daybreak
she broke away
compelled for truth
always so impatient.
She swam to the expectations of her simple convictions
and there on the mountain, she found other little ones
doing exactly the same, searching tangerine heavens and
ragged mountains tinted in madder rose principles, dotted
with crimson alizarin doctrines, attempting to rinse fears
and disbelief, in vain, from their saturated
frustrations.
She stayed in that place
held in those moments
asking for anything
just some message
she could understand.
Eventually the sun came up beyond the salty horizon
In the light, epiphany showered down, soft upon her
perfection was the process and would never be quick
or instantaneous, it was her awakening, and in that
moment, she was delivered, to a painful existence
not to her own idealistic drawings, but rather those
sanctified by Spirit.
Difficulties are meant to rouse, not discourage.
The human spirit is to grow strong by conflict.
- William Ellery Channing
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 8/6/2009 5:06:27 PM | hen
you answer as if
it is your possession
your question
and I wonder where
they end
and you begin
and I bet
they do too
funny how
the only one
with any voice
is you
and yet you lay
the victim card
as many bullies
do
LS 8/06/09 | |
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 8/6/2009 9:25:39 PM | there is no analogue to
eternity, physical things are not moments. In the 'presence' of eternity
there is only the 'now' because it is all that is 'felt' eternally; neither
light, nor any physical thing is felt as eternal. Even consciousness is not
felt as eternal because it lapses during sleeping, and accidents. Only the
moment is eternally occurring, and that is not what consciousness is because
consciousness as an act is a division of 'self' and 'world' but in the
moment there is no division of the self and the world; the reality of the
external world is 'suspended' because there is only one unity in the
experience, or feeling of, presence, without any reflection on the Umvelt
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 8/6/2009 9:52:37 PM | hus qyit:
Williams' "Paterson," a city alive in the American
idiom "speaking straight ahead". . .
"Say it, no ideas but in things—-
nothing but the blank faces of the houses
and cylindrical trees
bent, forked by preconception and accident--
split, furrowed, creased,mottled,strained--
secret--into the body of the light. . .
A man like a city and a woman like a flower--who are in love. Two women.
Three women.
Innumerable women, each like a flower
But
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 8/7/2009 7:39:28 AM | I like that last one you left Trulio...
still, this road
Wet tar and shoes, reflected our
directions, black paved, shiny
rerouted, turn left, turn right
u-turning thoughts collide
time feathered, pot-holed
and tattered, like that child hood game
red light, green light, we all fall down
in asphalted memories.
One would have thought
with such careful direction
we would have gotten there
we grew, slowly steam rose
our nostrils tensed to the rain
all eyes filled with the sound
of scattered ashes, we all fell into the river
pebbles, leather softened, aged and distant
yet still, we travelled.
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 8/7/2009 8:23:29 AM | Was it good for you?
Today I wear it
sharp and hardened with my nasty
thoughts, I swear if you had only
just choked down your Lipitor
instead of riding some pretty little
sweet faced pansy
before taking him
to dine on cheap Chinese
you might not have lost your liver.
But then, probably not.
Was his commercial any better?
Was it more stylized, than the full feature?
So the simple fact that
you look bad while
standing here in the parking lot
giving me a watery-ass smile
asking me how the hell I am
isn’t going to make this
any more pleasant, as I f*ck you
with this c*ck you forced me to wear.
Besides, I've learned
you’ve always walked crooked.
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 8/7/2009 11:26:08 AM |
So the simple fact that
you look bad while
standing here in the parking lot
giving me a watery-ass smile
asking me how the hell I am
isn’t going to make this
any more pleasant, as I f*ck you
with this c*ck you forced me to wear.
did you at least slap his ass while
you f ucked him?
call him yo biotch?
yell out..
"so how you like me now huh?"
crazy ass (pun intended)
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 8/7/2009 11:48:51 AM | you see?
most days I have this unrelenting thirst
to break through rough skin
let the blood flow in delicious waves
down my chin, to land
soft on my chest, to close my eyes and
just savor the delicate taste of
it's flesh in waves over
my tongue.
some would say I'm obsessed
that since the love affair is one
sided I, need to get out more
course, I think they're all
kinda stupid cause
for god sake it's
just a peach.
*rolls eyes.
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 8/7/2009 12:14:09 PM | fruity?
only when I drink pineapple juice
baby
a beauty.
in the garden we fathom clusters
a vast expanse of universal ideals
the thrust and subtle pull of gravity
a soft touch on the gentlest tide.
moonlight is a traced finger across
timeless movements, light upon
skin, lips that whisper and
tells of circles, worlds unattended.
below the firmament we gaze
pinholes in the floorboards of
heaven, as, wide eyed the angels
watch, longing to know, of love.
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 8/7/2009 12:23:59 PM | and what is love without just a lil' bit of excitement...
baby
If he was a car
Underneath his hooded lid
his soft tail engine hums so throaty
deep, muscle bound, sun burnt
a dark red, the fastest drag racer
thoughts speeding at alarming rates
intellectually
high performance
he’s a 67 Shelby
he’s a ‘69 280 Mercedes
he’s a 4X4 F350 V8
I would very well ride
in him, if only
I could get in
his passenger seat
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 8/7/2009 12:40:03 PM | in him?
god you really are a perv.
if I was a car.
I would burp in the face of all environmentalists
shine my bumper on a few trees
just for the hell of it
maybe even, drive some drunk teenagers
home safe
what the hell did you think I was going to say?
if I was a car
I think I'd be a 'cuda
426 hemi
top down
just saying that
makes my gearshift pull back
hard
like
dropping into second gear while
tires just
scream
if I was a car
I'd have a soft leather backseat cause
well
as anyone who loves cars would say
theres nothing like
dropping the hammer.
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 8/7/2009 12:49:24 PM | hahahahahaha!!! youre killing me! that just brings to mind that old Queen song... Im in love with my car... know it?
"when Im holding your wheel
all I hear is your gear...
with my hand on your grease gun
mmmm its like a disease son.....
...such a thrill when your radials squeal.
lyrics: Roger Taylor...but for now...they're mine
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 8/10/2009 10:04:43 AM | Still, this road
Wet tar and shoes, reflected our
directions, black paved, shiny
rerouted, turn left, turn right
u-turning thoughts collide
time feathered, pot-holed
and tattered, like that child hood game
red light, green light, we all fall down
in asphalted memories.
One would have thought
with such careful direction
we would have gotten there
we grew, slowly steam rose
our nostrils tensed to the rain
all eyes filled with the sound
of scattered ashes, we all fell into the river
pebbles, leather softened, aged and distant
yet still, we travelled.
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 8/13/2009 4:39:36 PM | quiet conversation
a contemporary sonnet for it has no defined Volta
I think, this evening quiet will be ours;
speech not needed, just the thoughts in our sighs.
To hear each other in soft whispered power;
harsh naked relief exposed in our eyes.
To think that such quiet might be stressing,
would be wrong as still calm eases my heart.
Could that same still, be another’s blessing,
to quiet those storms that shake them apart?
There are times when I find sound, so empty
I listen hard to words and reactions.
Conduct valued over verbal plenty,
for deeds are truer, sweeter, in action.
The voice needs no sound in love’s true visage,
loving arms speak the soul’s silent language.
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 8/14/2009 1:15:38 PM | love it when you get all "form" like......
(a monotetra)
She is.
Relinquish hold and stay the heart
sweet descension those eyes impart
open the gates and string the harp
she is the art, she is the art.
By pale moonlight in soulful verse
'neath star filled sky words unrehearsed
an outstretched hand to fall a curse
she is the thirst, she is the thirst.
So softly keyed piano sighs
a gentle song brings tear to eye
above the clouds we rise to fly
she is the sky, she is the sky.
Red parted lips and skin aglow
within me passion how it grows
deliver me this gift bestowed
she is the rose, she is the rose.
I fall by knee a spirit wide
a vigil shadow cannot hide
her touch the water dreams collide
she is the tide, she is the tide.
In future writ we placed our scroll
undressed movement love's telling toll
begone those walls as time need fold
she is the soul, she is the soul.
Entwined a fate yet bound by fear
the two drift silent, disappear
the earth between forms edges sheer
she is the tear, she is the tear.
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 8/14/2009 2:03:28 PM | Entwined a fate yet bound by fear
the two drift silent, disappear
the earth between forms edges sheer
she is the tear, she is the tear.
that was beautiful...truth!
such words are silent
yet , heard
so real!
postedit: sorry to bug...but all the above posts were extremely beautiful! :) | |
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 8/21/2009 8:33:12 AM | Hi Hummy, so nice to see you 
Yeah… The TruthDude certainly has some soft corners …I rather like it when he catches us a little off guard sometimes. | |
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 8/21/2009 8:43:26 AM | frequency
sitting here all eyes
are cast upon the shadows
where walls have no measurement
no weight
no limits
squint as heated spots
burn their leave
gouging
reactionary
pricks
of light
of sound
reflecting
everything
absorbing
nothing at all
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 8/21/2009 8:44:19 AM | harbinger
On the edge of bruised mouths
infants linger
birthed on the puffs of angels
obliterated
by the future rush of leaching
prospects
sequined in decrepit tastes
believed sweeter.
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 8/26/2009 7:44:35 AM | death of a good thing
I found them there
stalks strangled by moldy
rubber bands, off’d by my
neglecting hands
even though purchased
with good intentions
rotting in their confinement
in the rear recess of the refrigerator
cold and forgotten
at the bottom weeping
tears of organic sewage
a pity really
for indeed they had been beautiful
once
tight budded and fresh
nubile and young
crispy babies
good enough to eat
it’s why I bought them
but that was last week
this week
their bodies will be
buried in a black box
to be reborn to compost
and the decayed soil
of their dreams
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