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 NaiveandWitty
Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 1
Abstract RhythmsPage 1 of 96    (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41)
The religious bewails an abstract tongue

The riddle of religion, seemingly bewailed through merciless tongues. The heart of Ephod’s soul is heavy; screaming to self, awaken! And suffer nescience no-longer. How dare we desecrate our omnificent source? Who gave us authority to comport ourselves in such treachery? O’ perfidious beings that we are! Our every impulse is ever so wicked! Nonetheless, the hand which gave birth to the root is now manifesting. We shall give accurate account; accurate account indeed we shall give. Now fathom, fathom with clarity. Why is it that the moon is bloody? To be perceived only through and therein the spirit. And why is it that the sun is benighted? And this too, can be apprehended only through the graces of spiritual beatitudes. Those blissful miseries of iniquitous existence have come to their egress. However, Jehovah’s Divine Providence must continue to prevail. What a tremendous and ceremonious mystery? Every moment of every second the completion of an era breathes its last breath. Closely analyze, then psychologically capture those enigmas dwelling within those eras; now extract, ingest, and cogitate upon those minerals of wisdom living therein. Notwithstanding, miss not out on the truths rotating there-through the newest last era? There is obviously no time for the spirit to beseem idle, not in the least. For principalities are materializing, manifesting themselves in allurements, gradually manipulating the entertainer, then taking root therein the vessel’s mind. This most elusive and pervasive process has forever been the same. But far too many remain thoughtless in the body of Eden. Understand! And now break free of the adversary’s deceptive devices. For those whom have committed celestial treason are on the verge of recompense for overdue retribution. And repentance on the culprit’s part in question is only a ploy of beguilement; so the Father heeds not, nor gives strength to those branches any-longer. The fires of Hades are thirsty! And spiritual jubilee has arrived! And those incorrigible remnants that escaped yesteryears flood of divine purging, must now suffer in place of those whom have completed their stay, as the purged journey home to the Father where they first ignited from. Once again, the dragon is running amuck. Those with internal ears to listen keenly with wilt take focus, absolving the truth thereby an ecstatic trance. Especially, those with spiritual eyes to see with. For the source is thrashing the dragon severely. However, the dragon must continue to subsist. What a great mystical mystery indeed; indeed the most informative riddle breathing outside the heart of Christ. Yet, therein.
 NaiveandWitty
Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 2
Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 10/15/2006 8:03:28 PM
This was the source of her Redemptive fear

Outside of each one of our souls, there’s an omniscient spirit; living, dying, breathing, leaving and returning, yet always present. It’s thy responsibility to seek after, become aware of thy oneness with, and bestir the heart of this magnificent and most eminent force that abodes within thee. For Jah only possesses the key to our riddle, the answer to our why. For in this dialectical and labyrinth matrix called our foreign home, too many misunderstood spirits find refuge in ambiguity; sustained therein distortion, perplexed by those seemingly indefinable elements of our being, our psychological universe. How long wilt thou passage thy pictorial journey unawake? Fool-heartedly blind to the realms of thy discontent. What is this intangible that plagues thee? What is this invisible, yet mental entity that ye believe that ye can’t achieve or attain thitherto? For far too persistently one finds themselves befuddled and wroth due to these questions. Because we search amiss, unfocused on the truth. It’s this oneness who permeates our psyche that answers all of those whys that fraught us sorely, not us. Not of our own merit! However each one of us intentionally, is the greatest prevaricators and articulate self-deceiving sophist on earth. We enchant ourselves into believing that, it is truly dictated by self ones future, ones destiny. There’s nothing new under the sun! What is, was, and shall continue to be. Who can proclaim completion in the understanding of the mind of our majestic Father? Yet and still, that hunger, that thirst, that ravishing pulsation of divinity thrusts us to become; paradoxically unbeknownst of the absolute process. Notwithstanding! What is that whisper that thou headrest in the silence of that night? And who has bewitched thee into abhorring those uncultivated realms of his church? What is this that ye ignore, that discomfits thee, constantly beckoning thee to awake? Why haven’t ye cultivated this untillaged soil, this uncultivated entity within thee; this sphere surpass the intelligence of secular wisdom, seeing that it haunts thee so? There’s an unction upon thee! And ye must seek, find, and perish daily for his truth; the absolute and only truth that lives and breathes therein you. And this, this is what used to cause her fear.
 NaiveandWitty
Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 3
Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 10/20/2006 10:36:56 PM
Adolescent pangs
Expressively manifested themselves in swollen veins…
Tooted cane…
Therefrom submerged
In actuated engrams, Reminiscent of contemning pain…
In that ancient womanly soul
Searching desperately to efface Daddy’s shame…

Mommy was an intravenous queen
And Destiny’s first love was possessed by the omen of speed…
The serpent’s cycle is greedily thirsty for the purest of Seeds
And though I witnessed firstly the destructively feckless Sphinx
Therein Beelzebub’s vision
I gave birth to the demon’s dream…

Demented whereby beclouded
Beckoning Redemption on behalf of the Spirit’s defilement …
My angelic Parish
Leap not from the terrace…
Permitted-ly betroth thee
Thy sinister endowment…
My espousal’s Dowry in Glee….

Destiny’s veins are no-longer Swollen.

R.I.P
 neseemoo
Joined: 6/2/2006
Msg: 4
Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 10/20/2006 11:06:48 PM
responds to post 2

Within each one of our souls, there is the will of the Mother, pulsing, weaving, bestowing, always witness, always present, with us. It behooves us to become aware of her breath within us of golden magnificent light, and deep dusky dark. For this, this is our wisdom and our hearts desire. So many souls, long lost from themselves, sleep cold, and feel alone. In this, our paradise home, so many feel that they do not deserve, her blessing, but take, in order to purge themselves of their weakness. Their imaginary sins, and therefore punishments. She dances for us all. And those who are aware of her dance, move to her rhythms and her pulsations as they emanate sweetly from her lips. As above, so below.
All light IS new that comes from the sun, and the distant stars too. It is all new light, just takes a while to get here, and be understood. Good thing the Mother has patience. She waits for us to know her. The soil needs no tilling, just gratitude, and she bursts forth of her own free willfulness
To bless
Us with her bounty.
And this, this is what causes her to dance.
 NaiveandWitty
Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 5
Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 10/21/2006 3:22:07 PM
Although eristically I shall surmount, surmount this current of trespass, this omen’s trespass that I presently relish therein; thereby purloining my sensible senses. Whence doth this coercive frequency, this hellish artificer, this treasonably divine manifestation, this alogical psychogenic concupiscence, such amoral wantonness; throbbing therefrom the probing recesses of this boding ineffably disconcerting faculty-contemning and thereby upbraiding me sorely…whence doth it cometh?...whence doth it cometh?.... Now and again…therein…to bethink this trenchant position… such the mostly scrofulously disposition… warring therein the noetic Cathedrals of the spirit’s eternity… Blessed be the Ancient Presence in oft-forgiven mercy. Transversely hereof, wine has thereby transposed into this manifest placid Redeemer of the moment… inducing the impetus of a stately trance too composing to rightly viscerally elucidate the recondite confines of this mostly seeming Disjunct… rhythm…. Ephod
 NaiveandWitty
Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 6
Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 10/21/2006 3:23:08 PM
neseemoo...you are dearly correct...and i thank you for the change in perspective.
 NaiveandWitty
Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 7
Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 10/21/2006 4:05:06 PM
In this vast Space

I can’t escape you
You breathe through my veins
We continue to dance together in the shallowest vain

I feel your tears
As they fall languishingly to the ground

Distant as we wherefore are
My spirit screams in the distress of our scar

I’m set ablaze within
Though composed as nature's wind

I long therein thy essence
Making supplication for our Salvation

My heart seldom stubbles upon repose
So many holes
Rest is a wish there-told
That forever swims in this vast Space
I call home
 NaiveandWitty
Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 8
Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 10/21/2006 4:19:28 PM
The attraction is mutual, galvanized by the Mystique
Radiant is the lust that has capture Asia in sleep
Lascivious Passion
Yearning for more
 NaiveandWitty
Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 9
Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 10/21/2006 5:09:14 PM
Impervious!!!

The furnace is burning
My crucible!
But her cigarette is no-longer lit

The fumes are loud
And the load is impervious

Greet me in Passion
And hold me in Torment

My eyes are mourning
Mourning our Parade
But these puddles are rebellious
Therefore I suffer tacitly

Silence wherefrom has been disturbed

“My Dear Son”
Here I am
“Embrace the melancholy of wisdom and never retreat”

I return
Addled by impervious visions

Broken Glass
Verbal rebuke
And my last rebound
Vicariously experienced

Totally askew to thee
Notwithstanding I probe the core
Searching for the Repercussion

The music is now gentle
But there’s a torrent brink-ing approach

I pause in motion
Harvesting the crops
Tillage-ing this Soul
Desperate to fathom the impervious!
 NaiveandWitty
Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 10
His Labyrinth Truth
Posted: 11/5/2006 9:30:09 PM
I’m not as bold as passion
Laden with this melancholy rhythm therein me
Disobedient to the yearning of sin
Spiritually grinning in agony

The Bishop of this Soul
Morally subjecting me to this Ethical calling
Disdained by my peers for answering such this adverse calling
Blasphemed for Believing

Subsisting within this oxymoronic painful Bliss
Mystically kissed
Wherefore I can’t forsake this most elusive Truth

Resurrect his Spirit my dear Jah
Conflicted in Spirit therefore driven to Confession
Suffering in tacit travail
Panging to manifest our Star
Our Star!

Am I but grass, Chaff, awaiting the illumining obliteration of light?
Froward to a soul that desires Transgression
Such the most polemical beast refrained within this fleshly inferno
The just for the unjust
Dead in the flesh, Made alive in Spirit
Desperate to exist therein his Labyrinth Truth
 NaiveandWitty
Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 11
Thank Thee
Posted: 11/10/2006 10:22:14 AM
The discovery...
Preordained to do such, Jesse’s youngest son unlocked Jehovah’s furtive chamber, beneath the sea. His chamber exposed his voice; my guidance, my light, my sanity!
 NaiveandWitty
Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 12
ABstract
Posted: 11/10/2006 10:43:01 AM
Seemingly, only a fool would embrangle oneself in sorrow, though a sagacious spirit extracts the wisdom therein making preparations for tomorrow. Mickle shrines forwardly struggle contrary to flippant minds, aghast by those that refuse to shine. In troth I sought what was bethought ought not, in spirit was kissed as the whispers there taught. Not to misgive, but whom can escape their sin? I summons knowledge from omens that once dwelled therein. Stark raving mad the nomad was then sad, drifting through thoughts making supplications for her past.
 NaiveandWitty
Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 13
ABstract
Posted: 11/11/2006 10:20:09 AM
Journey’s to be cherished, though Mary is now Embarrassed
Therefrom the Cathedral’s terrace
Wherefore cometh this iniquitous Priest
Labeled heathen, the apostate Beast
Beckon my dearest, I Am
“SLAM”
Be gone from hence Belial!
Daddy’s trial, laden my burden Grief
Out of contemning Scornful teeth
Became Mothers vengeful Smile

Necromancy rages through this compositional Dirt
I refuse to return
Thy Principles are without Justice
“But thou can’t See!”
I BESEACH THEE FOR VISION THAN MY FATHER!!!
The rivers have returned home
The Familiar Spirit has fled!
Bring home this overused Heart.
 NaiveandWitty
Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 14
Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 11/12/2006 12:48:36 PM
I’m loose!

Mysticisms
Isms
Schisms
And Prisms
Each bringing joy
Persecution
And Liberty

Set thy throne at the apex of Worship
Be not confounded by self-flattering inveigles
And purloin not the innocent heart

I was ripped apart
At the pith of my source
As a home-borne Slave
Incurring upon self
Unwarranted shame

Transgressing to break, in the presence of adders
That should have been Treasured yoke of Light

So much venom
And therefrom Blossomed Angelic Bliss
Though writhing in Spiritual Warfare
Thwarted internally by an inexorable Kiss
I STARE!

O’ ye soul, so foolish
Thereby the mountains move slowly
Mourning Mount Sinai
Seeking thy Life
Wailing as doeth a women in Travail

My eyes are upon the Truth
Though paradoxically uncouth
Laden therein the contours of a golden egg
Aflame-ing the old Noose
Notwithstanding the Wiccan’s Goose-ly Shadow
I’m loose!
 NaiveandWitty
Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 15
Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 11/16/2006 8:37:37 PM
Return to me & I shall return to thee

Now I can see thy Soul
She has revealed herself in my continence
I have been fraught with the sagacity of that Spirit aforetime
Thereby famine’s fury
Brought through me blurry Lebanon
Wherefore have we met thus again?

My reigns forsake authority in thy presence
And this red-wine educes my covetous Nature
Thought evermore asleep
I am now the re-born Nebuchadnezzar, eating grass as does the ox
Awaiting repentance therefore repenting
Therewith returning from my self-perceived Harlotry!

Who can know this heart?
Torn asunder by false Prophets
Rotten through pure
Behold, I do tell ye pain
In this priestly vain
These words have now become my burden

The sweetest of figs
Contaminated by****trice venom
Yet I still Love
Thus I win
Wherewith I sin
Reincarnated at the stroke of then…

Melchizedek
My beforetime keen
Where-thus have-est the harvest grins?
Hidden therein
The kingdoms skin
Wither Elijah invited Joshua in…

I’ve strayed, only to return!
 NaiveandWitty
Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 16
Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 11/16/2006 8:39:58 PM
Return to me & I shall return to thee

Now I can see thy Soul
She has revealed herself in my continence
I have been fraught with the sagacity of that Spirit aforetime
Thereby famine’s fury
Brought through me blurry Lebanon
Wherefore have we met thus again?

My reigns forsake authority in thy presence
And this red-wine educes my covetous Nature
Thought evermore asleep
I am now the re-born Nebuchadnezzar, eating grass as does the ox
Awaiting repentance therefore repenting
Therewith returning from my self-perceived Harlotry!

Who can know this heart?
Torn asunder by false Prophets
Rotten through pure
Behold, I do tell ye pain
In this priestly vain
These words have now become my burden

The sweetest of figs
Contaminated by coc-ka-trice venom
Yet I still Love
Thus I win
Wherewith I sin
Reincarnated at the stroke of then…

Melchizedek
My beforetime keen
Where-thus have-est the harvest grins?
Hidden therein
The kingdoms skin
Wither Elijah invited Joshua in…

I’ve strayed, only to return!
 NaiveandWitty
Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 17
Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 11/17/2006 4:12:32 PM
Deathly afraid of this whence cometh from Frequency
Thereby thrashing-ly engulfed in this ineffable Wailesh belly, therefrom carnally grieving in the belly of the Beast!
I now becometh Jonah at that very instant bearing witness to the birth of an answered atonement
My celestial beseech-ment given ingress to beckon the ear of I Am
Wherefore do I embrangle self in laden iniquity?

From the soul of the foot to the apex of what’s nourished
There is no soundness, no repose
The cycle is incessant to the root of thy heart’s bone, my throne
Hereby at the rock of Salem thirsting for kindness
Completely suffering afflicted by pagan Blindness
My strength, My song, My Salvation, Why hath thou forsook me?

We are consumed in the innocence of a Human-ly tainted picture perfect Blessing
Depicted in un-forgiveness, haunted by the loftiness of abrupt shadowy inclinations
The artificer of this hidden from me wave of Soulful exhibition
Use me not in beguilement!
My mind transcends, my mental eye grasping to breathe vision
Wild grapes borne, I Am!

Break down that wall thereof
This man acquainted grief, befriended by sorrow
Hell enlarging his Ego, ye inveigh the Proof?
Therefore heaven hastened her judgment purging my sorrow
My ears are heavy
Wasted without inhabitant!
 NaiveandWitty
Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 18
Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 11/17/2006 4:13:38 PM
Deathly afraid of this whence cometh from Frequency
Thereby thrashing-ly engulfed in this ineffable Wailesh belly, therefrom carnally grieving in the belly of the Beast!
I now becometh Jonah at that very instant bearing witness to the birth of an answered atonement...
My celestial beseech-ment given ingress to beckon the ear of I Am
Wherefore do I embrangle self in laden iniquity?

From the soul of the foot to the apex of what’s nourished
There is no soundness, no repose
The cycle is incessant to the root of thy heart’s bone, my throne
Hereby at the rock of Salem thirsting for kindness
Completely suffering afflicted by pagan Blindness
My strength, My song, My Salvation, Why hath thou forsook me?

We are consumed in the innocence of a Human-ly tainted picture perfect Blessing
Depicted in un-forgiveness, haunted by the loftiness of abrupt shadowy inclinations
The artificer of this hidden from me wave of Soulful exhibition
Use me not in beguilement!
My mind transcends, my mental eye grasping to breathe vision
Wild grapes borne, I Am!

Break down that wall thereof
This man acquainted grief, befriended by sorrow
Hell enlarging his Ego, ye inveigh the Proof?
Therefore heaven hastened her judgment purging my sorrow
My ears are heavy
Wasted without inhabitant!
 NaiveandWitty
Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 19
Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 11/18/2006 12:19:31 AM
The unsung Tao

Ever and anon
We amble yonder aside our murky pond
Influenced by the affectation of mutual verbal wands
Our song has become overmuch distasteful, this tumid and empty incantation
Whereas harmonies playground was once our stay
Insofar to say, we were cupid’s masterfully manipulated clay

Arbitrarily we misknew mental fatigue as displaced exhausted amore
Our shoreline sore bemoaning woe forevermore
Beckon me through the door just this one last warmth
Discomfit me softly as I appear into form this golden ancient cup
Allergic to what we yin vehemently
Forthwith we’ve returned to our hell

What the mostly malefic spell enraptured
Captured in this poetic shellfish hell birthed as a **stard
Illegitimate oak tree wild
Published child
Befouled by omen’s how?
The dubious indubitable nature of the benighted owl…

Such the uncouthly flippant tongue to place hands to the plow
Cometh from the origin of roots blemished thereby defiled
Triumphant trumpet panging the melodious summit WOW!
My teary eyed tide supplicating for the answer rise
My to me as if stillborn child
My ultimate trial, the unsung Tao
 NaiveandWitty
Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 20
Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 11/18/2006 9:24:17 PM
Forsooth

Unless the grain falleth, thereby taking root in the soil and thereafter dieth it beareth not fruit!
Hereafter the telically purposeful presence of evil is hence revealed and therefore apperceived. I posit to thee not an analytically untruth, but in troth, I endue you with these antiquated furtive clues. I momentarily pause, intangibly encapsulated within this picture painted motion…who’s the artificer? Whence cometh this architecture? Such delicately artistic melodies… hues unimaginable! The outside of a thought sought brought forth raging in torrents like no other spirit walk! These words imposed… “(TE’-KEL); THOU ART WEIGHED IN THE BALANCES AND ART FOUND WANTING.” Who’s knees art these that violently smote against the midst of themselves, anxious to resolve the unsolved! Notwithstanding jubilee has yet to revolve, thus we bear recompense for unspoken broken laws…I once again pause! Thou dost coerce this Vassal too seeth…thou art my belief…in as much as I thus believeth…thou canst not exist…thou art an ideal like no other…more precious to light than logo’s brother…copula to me this sacred key! I surge courageously forward as the Dragon from beneath the sea…transported in spirit as Ezekiel un-riddles through me the death of the last birthed trinity. Quintessentially, I thus see!
 NaiveandWitty
Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 21
Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 11/19/2006 7:15:05 PM
I am that woman!

Smitten with grief
Where is Hulda’s solace?
Where is Hulda’s peace?
Right before this sacred ark ye disrespect and discredit women?!!!
The root of man’s core, the rhythm in man’s shore, the vibration in man’s Spirit that we yearn forevermore.
Ye scoundrel… my mother is all women… that carried the burden of a mere seed donor’s dastardly deed… such miscreantry! That rejected serpent!

Did ye not reckon that logo’s was birthed through the sacred fecundity of an angelic woman?
And ye love her?!!!
But therefore no further reason than pride
Ye despise, suppress and subtly contrive against her?!!!
Ye merited rightly thy misery
Thy melancholic irony attached to thy face
I replace thy masculinity with spit
Ye leeching tick! I flick thee to Belial! Thus ye learneth not to Blaspheme!!!
 intenzity
Joined: 8/30/2006
Msg: 22
Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 11/19/2006 7:33:46 PM
Check this thread out:

message 256, give it a look, if I wrote it I would bring it here. She is pretty freakin intense.

http://forums.plentyoffish.com/5556105datingPostpage11.aspx

Also looking at making a post to this thread...

Need to contemplate, research and give this ago... stay tuned!
 DaQoth
Joined: 12/31/2005
Msg: 23
Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 11/19/2006 8:05:21 PM
I have walked
A lonely road

Under moonlit skies
And stars of gold

I have found
What I hoped to find

But I can't say it
Gave me peace of mind

Please Baby, Please Baby, Please Baby
Don't you be
Please Baby, Please Baby, Please Baby
Can't you see
The Dreamer in the dream?
The Dreamer in the dream

So much is wrong
And not enough is right

Can't swallow it away
It cuts just like a knife

Please Baby, Please Baby, Please Baby
Don't you be
Please Baby, Please Baby, Please Baby
Can't you see
The Dreamer in the dream?
The Dreamer in the dream

Please Baby, Please Baby, Please Baby
Don't you be
Please Baby, Please Baby, Please Baby
Can't you see
The Dreamer in the dream?

The Dreamer in the dream

The Dreamer in the dream
 intenzity
Joined: 8/30/2006
Msg: 24
Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 11/19/2006 8:28:23 PM
~ Broken Amazon ~

Under fists of wrath, beckoning to a creator this life was almost taken. Victim to our societies throw away people. No intervention in the least. Only but a tempered look at a battered heart and those infected by it’s damage. The damage and inexplicable retching, brings forth bile demanding to be set free. Needing to stomach the inevitability of recovery and the long lessons that a tattered life has to endure.

………………uneasy demons vanquished for the good of living again in some semblance of peace………..

As a mighty warrior in battle she historically should be revered, for strength and courage. Standing like a perfectly chiseled stone statue, able to give unfettered allegiance to Ruggiero.

…Bradamante be tempted not!…

“giving in to the silent demons lost in battle seemingly alone without protection…”

You are not alone!

You rest assured that your strength will return in time, deserving of the respect that made you strong to begin with.

Heal Amazon, your battle awaits!
 NaiveandWitty
Joined: 9/28/2006
Msg: 25
Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 11/19/2006 9:09:06 PM
DaQoth... Welcome to abstract rhymes... I thank you for the shared words of expression... and always feel welcomed!

Intenzity... continue to surge... and I thank thee as well...
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