| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 2/5/2008 12:50:16 PM | Ghosts of Past
When Ghosts of Past haunt the present,
The Living Web snares a Fly.
Specters of the dead yet not gone
Alter the here and now.
The Shovel in the Corner with Dirt on the Blade,
If left unclean, will surely Stain
The Carpet of our Halls.
An ancient riddle perplexes your modern mind.
Mummified – if unraveled
Will it render the Wrath of the Curse
Or enable a Catharsis thru Decomposition.
Hieroglyphics burned inside the back of thy skull
Memories compose the Rosetta Stone
Of the New Dawn’s Emotions.
Circles Cast, Circles Broken
Crack the Cauldron
Cast the Runes
And Be Awoken !
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 2/5/2008 1:27:42 PM | CHILDHOOD
The world was large so large then
Looking up and knowing I couldn't reach
Couldn't fully grasp or express
The turmoil that lay inside
Nightmares of witches and monsters
Wet sheets
Fears of being spanked again
For the mistake
Couldn't get up, darkness held
The unknown evils that could
Possess me at any moment
Voices, visions, screams and
Shouts for help and to stop
Standing in the hallway
Begging, not understanding the
Body being dragged across the floor
Please stop!.. Don't do that!..
Why is this happening?… Why can't
they listen to me and know that I
see and feel too? My voice goes unheard
Neighbors, interruptions, threats
Pajamas, my brothers awakened too
Crying… wanting to make everything
Different... Alright again
The receiver being flung in a face
A bone breaks… whimpering sounds
Primitive anger and non-stop thuds
Please stop… don't do that
Illegitimacy? Unborn life? Is it me?
Questions not being answered… listen
Just listen… the answer will come
But I can't keep watching
A new night… new screams… poundings
On the door… don't let him in
I want to sleep… scratches and blood
Will there be death in the house tonight?
by E.M. Fredric | |
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 2/5/2008 1:41:21 PM | Funny, just as I started reading your post to Souls 'Beautiful People' came on the radio....one of my favorite songs btw....as far as "constructive criticism"...well, that would raise the question of who it is we write for. I understand your references, and can see the questions they leave.
Welcome to da pond.
Apocalypse.
I place the seed without care
that it grow by place of madness
exploding your skull
that I am witness to the primal surge
Spill the blood of the keeper
and set the stone ablaze
I rage
letting slip the dogs of war
The circle is my fire
I am the blade
all the blood
your blind faith becomes me
Rise shadows
by the graveyard of forgotten bones
taste my flesh
rage by my voice
I am the riddle
scribed upon the flesh of your reason
feed by the hunger
that lives, within, us all.
~R~ | |
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 2/10/2008 9:29:32 PM | Thank you for the welcome, considering I've been booted from the forums a few times. I learned, that no matter the venue, to never let the words be censored if the feeling were a truth, no matter the comfort level. Nice to meet you, R. :)
GLIDE WITH ME
I want to hear the mystical, whishing lilt of your voice
The care you take and surround with me your words
It's as if my body contorts to a beat without a choice
How is it my inner sounds feel like fluttering, entranced birds?
Where is the control I once presented to the world as armor?
I'm shrinking with an injustice of a need for not just sounds
But for the flesh of a lover who can enshrine me with ardor
One whose thoughts, beliefs, mysteries take me abound
No longer do I wish to be taken with irreverence
Breathe the waters with me as our souls inhale
the splendor
Delighting in sweet splurges while amid zones of
radiance
Shhh.. listen.. the time was once of total, rapturous
candor
Where is this warm, soft yet handsome soul at sea?
I believe the ribs that bind me can no longer hold charred
dreams
Magically drifting, freely giving, expressing the pulse of we
Ahh.. love.. might you entrust adoring, luminous beams?
Speak to me of the tales of yore with fixed, bold,
arresting eyes
As all the old layers of withdrawal leave me bare
Let's bask in new memories..a dance..a spin..as we glide
together and try
To discover the syntax sans the symbols as the
whiskey leaves the rye
by E.M. Fredric | |
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 2/11/2008 10:05:50 AM | as our souls inhale
the splendor
This line stands out... abstract, but easy to imagine and paints a complete picture separate from the rest. Is very good... | |
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 2/12/2008 9:05:27 PM | Interesting reead. I can appreciate a touch of the macabre. Have you read much H.P. Lovecraft?
ps. I like the bit in your profile about tears making the rainbow of the soul, very witty and brings stark imagery. | |
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 2/12/2008 9:06:56 PM | | killer closing hoss. Very well done Wyrdkraft. | |
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 2/12/2008 9:28:13 PM | Cerebus Vomits Dogma
Acceptance of intertwining curiosities
Denial of compiling internal conflagrations
Its cinders burning our tongues
Ever so sweetly
Upon the black market of nether
Do we forsakenly auction all empathy
For the Judges have lost their gavels
And of their Books,
The Pages have crumbled to Dust,
Devoured by the demi-gods and guardians of Time.
Cerebus vomits Dogma
Angelic descent of rugged, tattered souls –
Pleading martyrdom
Between whispered chants of praise.
FEAR
As they pass thru the Abysmal Halls of Purgatory.
Echoes of our past – ripples in the Water
Making it’s pools unclean.
The supporting columns tremble and crack
Under the pressure of distant cries (in a near future).
ANXIETY
And Charion of Styx rattles his cup
“Hey brother, can ya spare a dime?”
Then partakes of the Fruit.
The Grand Cycle begins anew.
Demonic ascent
Premature ejaculation – they are expelled! | |
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 2/17/2008 7:01:54 PM | Political purge... lunacy! Very visual.
BEYOND
Have you ever felt through the shadows
Reached heights that couldn't be explained
Known the meaning of letting go
Felt the white light that hasn't been in vain
Can you go backwards with me in trust
Knowing full well I shall not unveil
Give all emotions, all sides.. it's a must
If you are to travel on this very two-way trail
No matter the words, they will remain in me
Surrounded with arms that extend to hold
I invite your secrets, your being you see
For I've not met someone quite so bold
You've given me sparkles and butterflies
The clouds have parted with a break in the sky
It is our turn to finally stop the cries
To love and bind & not care why
If you are the one I have sought
Then hold hands and leap with me
As my heart cannot be bought
We will dive & see the colored spirits of we.
by E.M. Fredric | |
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 2/17/2008 10:49:24 PM | Innerspace
Through Stardust amidst the sands of time,
I follow Lost Footsteps across the Cosmos
Tracing the Origin of my soul
Back down deep, deep into the Black Hole.
I dance majestically with Aurora Borealis
Grasping at infinite stars
As Orion watches on.
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 2/19/2008 5:29:06 PM | HIDDEN
Why'd you tell me I was so beautiful?
You knew I felt so ugly, an ugly girl..
Why'd you open a heart, so tender, fragile?
Then up & fly into the air in such a twirl?
My body was left to no longer be obtainable.
You swept through me like the fast moving clouds
That travel as light speed before a dark storm
My eyes were blinded by your words of want
No matter where I went I became alone in a crowd
My lifeline feeling nothing less than a fishhook's worm.
All the trust I realized I had come to slowly unfold
Went spiraling downward, freeform & a broken chute
The only freeness I felt in that painful flight or two
Was a feeling of weightless hand or pair that took hold
A voice whispered in my ear, you'll survive this shoe
You see the kick, the tick, the timeless beat of my heart
Wasn't in vain nor was it about another after all
I closed my eyes in the sun and became so still
I heard words that shocked me with a sudden drawl
It's only love girl, welcome to the colors of fall!!
by E.M. Fredric | |
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 2/20/2008 5:57:48 AM | Tasting Her Delicacy
A single spark drips from each petal
of the Electric Orchid
as her beauty delicately blossoms over time.
I catch them on the tip of my tongue
tasting, truly tasting her delicacy with my heart.
Energies are transferred
and course throughout my being.
She’s a rare and unique splendor of feminine nature
Inspiring to behold
and intoxicating to experience. | |
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| Ghosts of Past-woo-woo lunar!
Posted: 2/21/2008 10:02:59 PM | Sensations....
Why do you enter this being again?
Why do you encase me in time?
Are you an alien or a man that
I've met long ago?
I know you inside and out,
Your stomach and heart, your
mind and all those thoughts
you needn't speak.
Feelings....
My blood sends trails of you
Throughout my entire being,
Rushes of heat with desire-but
Also a stillness envelops me,
Am I standing still in time or
Is this what time is all about?
My reality.. yes, my reality,
To be in touch again with
An arresting flow of emotions.
Feel my toes mesh with the sand,
To hold my head straight, steady &
Allow my eyes to fall to the road before
me or fly like a kite in the wind.
Alone....
I've never felt this lonely & yet
My body is filling with energy so
That slowly my appetite returns,
Why now when I've always been alone?
I grew up alone, but now for the first time,
It's seems so outlined & defined.
This ray, a burst of light illuminates me
With a colorful gem of knowledge
I never before possessed in my chest
As the days ebbed I've said many good-byes,
Hello, feel my presence wherever you go.
Don't enter me again to ride the seas,
I may not let you pass through as
I'm not used to such precious stones
You run the risk of becoming a permanent
fixture, seeping, merging, consuming me,
Yet how can I explain that maybe I can't?
I'm trying to keep my pail of water
In hand along with a pair of glittered shoes
On foot to just click, just in case
The love or spell that throbs in my veins
Is overshadowing, overpowering me
I suppose I can always go home.
~E. M. Fredric~ | |
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| Ghosts of Past-woo-woo lunar!
Posted: 2/21/2008 10:21:15 PM | I'm trying to keep my pail of water
In hand along with a pair of glittered shoes - very movin , Dreamsasea. It greatly compounds the previous line bout enter me again to ride the seas.
Special Delivery – Contents Fragile
I wrap my soul in a Blanket of Night
a holy blanket with holes torn in it
by the stars from whence I stole it.
Bind it tight, seal it with Faith,
then secure it with a lock of Trust.
Nestle it safely in the stern of a skiff
and set it out to sea.
I send it on a long journey to thee
to the shores of Avalon where you abide so far from me
awaiting with open arms and loving plea.
Tis such a long strenuous wait thru the wake
but the tenderness to be unveiled
weakens ner’ a drop. | |
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Posted: 2/24/2008 3:20:58 PM | Excuse my piss poor manner Truth, thank you, and glad to see you amidst this thread. Groovy write man - I am the riddle
scribed upon the flesh of your reason - thats powerful stuff. | |
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Posted: 2/27/2008 10:35:51 PM | Knights
I drifted to sleep, peacefully last night
Every image that trickled into my head
Became so blurred, suddenly bright & clear
Of a person that could only be read | |
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 2/27/2008 11:40:37 PM | Chill Wind of Knowing
was that thunder that rattled my window , caused the shade to move, theres no wind
the fans will hum if you listen, first the one then the other joins in, it helps to center
as i become I, the light a rolling call to expand the direction,
the volume of the inner voice,
size of circle fixed like a shell but the links are more of one from the other
an expansion without touch until the constant slight suggestion finds a home,
sleep reaches out ..and the chill wind of knowing finds me
Do the messages we leave ever make it all worthwhile.
Is choice just the killing field, of creation versus style?
I cannot ask the question without stopping first to see
the direction of my doing not the will of destiny.
i may not have the reason for the cruelty of cause.
At birth, death is the ending, our lives a poignant pause.
A butterfly becoming finds no resonance in me
if i cannot take the larger look and set my spirit free.
The buzz of morning ..Eyes are caked with nights baking ,
the sun says hello | |
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Posted: 2/28/2008 12:08:59 PM | Rest Within
The seas can never part
Two souls that belong
Inside each other's heart
My love rest your being wihin me
I feel your courage, strength,
All that you are.. it is your turn
To reach up, pull hard as can be
Intertwine, ahh time to rest in me
Your thoughts, your secrets, all are safe
We've met before don't you see
It is why no matter where you look
My face, your face blend, embrace
If our souls met face-to-face
Eye-to-eye, hand-to-hand, lips-to-lips
An explosive world would take place
Ah love, rest within me
Fill me with unhidden desires
Thrust your passion seed within
For it shall blossom and grow
Make my body burn with your fire
Skin-to-skin, rest within. | |
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Posted: 2/28/2008 1:36:41 PM | thanx fer droppin by Transcend, nice work, your posts are always welcome here,
and yet another beautiful peace by Dreamse, touching.
Yall keep em coming.  | |
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 2/28/2008 1:39:15 PM | Electric Orchid (acrostic)
Energies elevated exponentially
Love lifted beyond limits
Eros emancipated effortlessly
Cosmic caresses careening out of control
Transcendence transpiring tenderly
Revitalizing reverence for Life & Love
Intense internal irony
Conflagration of compassion concentrated
Orchestral orgasms of optimal octaves
Romance reinvented with every rendezvous
Companionship cherished with each coupling
Hearts heated in front of a hearth
Intimacy inferred infinitely
Delicious desires deeply delved into. | |
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| Ghosts of Past -- woo-woo Lunar! thanks
Posted: 2/29/2008 10:59:28 AM | I often sit and ponder just how it comes around
Someone leaps joyously into your life
You're charmed, cared for and love abounds
In reality, it's deep plunges of a knife
You tug and pull as hard as the lout
That put it there, rotten to the core
That someone whipsered promises of golden times
Hands that slid along silken skin with lips turned upward
Your entire being floated amongst desires of the tides
When that someone you loved touched your insides
There once was a person I had to let go
It wasn't that my heart stopped beating
Or that my love had moved to another
It was in the eyes of the soul I saw the cheating
Only saw words, never got heard... so I sat
Again to ponder... what leaf turned so early?
Why start with gifts of unbearable being
Only to end with me feeling so undeserving
A wonderous dream? Fantasy or fanciful glee
Stopped short and awakened to the harshness of flight
Or was it just a shadow against my window of an
old oak tree?
I sometimes wake with such a start
Of ghosts of past and present... some are alive
Walking dead at the same time, unnerving
Where's the love we were born to impart?
The difficulties many seem to strive to
Keep it flowing, understand the universe & know
They truly are deserving.
By E.M. Fredric | |
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| Ghosts of Past -- woo-woo Lunar! thanks
Posted: 3/1/2008 12:30:40 PM | welcome back Dreamse, & yw
Cranial Quasimodo
Bells, Bells, who’s ringin’ those damn bells?
Who yanks on the Rope of my Psyche,
resounding pain in my head.
Watch the Rats scurry from the Cerebral Belltower
fleeing the Sounds of Perseverance,
leaving their Pellets of Mental Scavengry
..... scattered carelessly across my Floors. | |
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| Ghosts of Past -- woo-woo Lunar! thanks
Posted: 3/1/2008 2:44:40 PM | road runner if that coyote captures you
said I with a Vulcan smile
if he captures you you're through
eyes gleaming obsidian
that coyote is really a crazy clown
a jet powered unicycle is pure nonsense
and you never can hold him down
live long and prosper \/
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| Ghosts of Past -- woo-woo Lunar! thanks
Posted: 3/1/2008 4:17:47 PM | "leaving their Pellets of Mental Scavengry
..... scattered carelessly across my Floors."
My goodness, you certainly have a way with imagery!!!!! Love the energy here. Very very stimulating... and sprinkled with a rare dose of fun and tongue in cheek. Refreshing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  | |
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 3/1/2008 7:47:35 PM | Time To Be
Year of the quarter century
She was right...time flies
I don't feel differently
And yet I wonder.. is time
running in or is it running out?
Gotta make the moves
The woman has arrived
Spread the news
Grab the connectors and
Freeze the frames.. can't you see
that I need to be set free?
Give me a lift with an ease of the breeze
Fill my world with incredible rides
Need to hear some music and sing
with the tides
Don't leave me now.. when it's now
that I need you most
Cradle me within a sea full of arms
Send me ahead without any fears
Encase me with rays and bright
circles of brilliant lights
Driving thunderous beats of the native drums
Communication lines.. please unlock
Speak to me with the desires of a kiss
Don't make waste of this life
It's never too late they say.. absorb
that thought..
I'm here at the end of this crystal tunnel
Waiting with silently whispered hopes
Dreams that are momentarily hazed
Wondering.. can I survive the endless
disappointments and come out unscathed?
Impossible woman.. open your eyes
Don't listen to the negative voices
They'll try to control you.. reinforce
the positive hits and electrodes
Centering on the track of perfect
imbalance
Tiptoeing while the engines start to
blast
Don't need the hurts any more
They can't run this one over.. see..
The horses are here...
by E.M. Fredric | |
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