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 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1688
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Miracle

Miracle of my imagination
I long for your hand
To witness love’s manifestation.
Miracle of my imagination
I need more than affectation
I desire something grand.
Miracle of my imagination
I long for your hand.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1689
Echelon
Posted: 12/20/2011 5:08:21 PM
Echelon

I’m not of her echelon
But I’m smitten with energy
Alive, geared to fawn.
I’m not of her echelon
And she is deathly withdrawn
Adverse to our symphony.
I’m not of her echelon
But I’m smitten with energy.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1690
Echelon
Posted: 12/21/2011 1:21:14 PM
Love so tender, do trust
me, my love. Love me
for my candor. Give
strength to my spirit.
Has not my countenance
changed since the day
you shot electricity
through my being! It
was in your eyes, love,
so many sighs, love.

It’s the ambiance of
intrigue; and it’s too
similar to an apparition,
for I could not explore
the depth of my love.

From day one, you were
the catalyst of mystery,
probing through my psyche.
I often wondered if you
were clairvoyant,
trespassing the grounds
of my soul, extracting
secrets therein. I am still
in want of such an answer.

Am I in derision, buffoon
of Lotus Land, for I love
without qualification,
subject to turbulent
undulations!

Shall bad news follow
hard upon our heels! Or
shall gestures blossom into
the richness of pure love,
such a love intensified by
indecision.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1691
Echelon
Posted: 12/23/2011 5:13:52 PM
Our thoughts are afoul.
We appear to be trekking
through fields made of
relic misery.”But joy
cometh in the morning.”

Awake with me, my love,
journey with me through
the iron furnace of mystery
and mystic secrets.

How is it that you have
caused my heart to thump
and chime in return?

Let us stream together,
loving unto tender anguish,
our moments of tender
sorrow.

Cry with me, my love,
Unto symbolic heartache
—unto ascension and
melancholic bliss.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1692
Echelon
Posted: 12/23/2011 5:15:00 PM
My indelible love, my Dream
Catcher in the woods of the
city, I have admired up close
thy dynamic disposition. I have
felt the currents of thunderbolts
—is this a sign of attraction?
Truly, I enquire as does a child
—am I not a child!


Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1693
Echelon
Posted: 12/23/2011 9:32:16 PM
The spirit leaped and
the heart thumped.
Was this thy heartbeat,
coloring the canvas of
mystery in hues of
magic!

My sedulous amore,
there is more to explore,
more to adore, if heaven
would only open her
doors.

Shall heaven open her
doors? Shall I partake
of divinity?—for the
heart is most radiant,
looming to the rhythm
of enchantment.


Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1694
Echelon
Posted: 12/24/2011 8:58:50 PM
Sacrifice

What would I sacrifice
To hold you in my arms!
I would sacrifice my life.
What would I sacrifice
To have you as my wife—
To witness your charms.
What would I sacrifice
To hold you in my arms!



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1695
Echelon
Posted: 12/25/2011 5:26:12 PM
Presence

Ever with her presence
Looming within heart-caves—
To drown in her essence.
Ever with her presence
Of mystic quintessence
Within realms left vague.
Ever with her presence
Looming within heart-caves.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1696
Echelon
Posted: 12/26/2011 3:49:01 PM
In Honor of Pain

In midst a moonquake
We honored pain
Unto mystic heartache.
In midst a moonquake
We loved unto seaquakes
Even unto piercing shame.
In midst a moonquake
We honored pain.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1697
In Honor of Love
Posted: 1/1/2012 7:48:33 PM
Blank Verses

Our songbird is singing and sighing, gnawing upon existential bars and wires, but ever aglow, as is our rainbow.

Nevertheless, unveil, my precious heirloom, for souls as ours, are ripe for the harvest of amore.

Secrets of love have hypnotized my mind. As such, frequencies are grabbing at my spirit, wherefore, I am anxious for our union.

Oh’ quicksand-of-amore, cast no more signs before my blind eyes, as such have knotted me sorely. I, therefore, ask that we both unravel, taking refuge in the arms of amore.

Blank Verses

My well beloved, my soul-print, how I adore thee;—as I trek through the psychic galleries of our memories—it is unto a sacred feast.

Ensoul me, my love, ever now and again, for I have been known to fall apart.

Guide us through lotus land, where serenity engulfs the mind, impassioning our spirits unto fervor and satiation.

We possess more than a fairytale. We possess heaven’s gaze, streaming through our souls.

My precious heirloom, my dream within a dream, love me forevermore, for time has destined us as soul mates.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1698
In Honor of Love
Posted: 1/2/2012 1:43:06 PM
AD2006, My dear friend...
It is always a pleasure to read your work.
You have been dearly missed.

The above prose-poem triggers many thoughts. I thank you for posting it here.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1699
In Honor of Love
Posted: 1/2/2012 4:31:02 PM
Blank Verses

She has the soul of a mirror, somewhat shattered, warring to piece the puzzle together.

Her sorrow rages throughout the seas, trickling into psychic rivers.

She wars effectively, skilled as a ninja, invisible to sight, yet, visible to spirit.

I nearly overstepped her heartache, taking for granted the hue of her soul.

I felt shallow once the epiphany struck, forced to retreat into my heart’s cathedral.

Silently, I wail in her honor, beseeching the Sage of Eternity to give us strength, while we endure our existential purgatory.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1700
In Honor of Love
Posted: 1/4/2012 2:12:23 PM
Blank Verses

Indulge my spirit. Let us uplift ‘til we reach a utopic high. Hypnotize us unto sexual mania. Engulf the entirety of my nature, as I partake of thy ambrosia.

Do you have ears to hear with, fairest beauty of them all? Then take position as my better half. Train me in the spirit. Serenade our songbird unto us escaping the viper’s den. Give of yourself, ‘til the agony begins to ache.

Indeed, I am dearly a fantast, searching for the loyalties of Abigail, while persuading my mind to continue dancing upon poisonous grounds, wishing upon a fairytale.

Analyze me in increments. Give me no more signs. Give me no more gestures. Plainly, devour my soul unto dreamlike passions.


Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1701
In Honor of Love
Posted: 1/6/2012 10:52:40 AM
A Request

Entangle me,
My magical mare.
Free me of the
Mystery of malaise.
Fraught my soul
With the love of
Saints. Peer into
The wheel of my
Being. Pour your
Sacred secret into
The vat of my
Psyche. Become
My spiritual
Mentor. Permit
Me to drink from
The wellspring of
Your divinity.
Graft my heart
With your sacred
Secret. Teach me
To do more than
Stargaze. Most
Importantly, train
Me in the arts of
Nirvana.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1702
In Honor of Love
Posted: 1/7/2012 6:57:51 PM
AD2006: ^^^ This one has my mind going. It is always a pleasure.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1703
My Sacred Call
Posted: 1/8/2012 3:43:47 PM
My Sacred Call

She is the fragrance of
Eternity, the Songs of
Songs, the spirit of my
Spirit, digging deep into
The soul of my soul—

Infuse us in the spirit of
Passion. Permit my
Imagination to seep into
Her personality. Our
Ultimate challenge!
Or more than we
Could hope for!—

For I drink from the life
Spring of our being;
Wherefore, I have
Unveiled fate, alert to
The cobwebs, which
Breed division.

My mind is arrested by
Sheer fantasy, listening to
The psaltery of destinies,
Falling into the future,
Blind to the reach of
Existence—

Bruised in the spirit. And
Oh what a tender bruise—
To be healed by the spirit
Of my spirit, for what have
I to hope for, no more than
The muse of my thoughts.

My solemn vows are
Written upon papyrus, only
Intended for her eyes—if
Only it was so, where the
Fragrance of eternity, the
Songs of Songs, the spirit
Of my spirit, the soul of my
Soul, was receptive to my
Call—my sacred call.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1704
The Charge of Love
Posted: 1/8/2012 4:31:54 PM
The Charge of Love

Hit with the charge of
Love!—decorate my soul
With her presence, as I
Comb through a myriad
Of unsent love letters.

Within my inward ear,
Explain to me the seven
Seas of love. But please,
Compel me no longer to
Walk the fence of hopeless
Dreams.

Aside the tree of amore,
Let us not overstep the
Touch of love, overtaken
By the touch of proprieties.

But instead, let us tread
Unpaved terrain, in search
Of our relic in the desert,
Rapt in the ecstasy of soul-
Felt passions.

My love, I am smitten
With one of more worth
Than the Holy Grail,
Wherefore, I wander and
Wail for such love.

Our energy field causes
My spirit to shiver. Am I
Alone!—under a spell—in
Dire need of bonding with
The soul of my soul!

Indeed, I am asearch for
Our passion to sprout.
Where we would then
Partake of the joys of love.
Where we would then
Love before the heavens,
For our waiting love, is
Unto holiness.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1705
The Charge of Love
Posted: 1/9/2012 3:43:45 PM
In Retrospect

Filled with idyllic
Ecstasy, erumpent
Passions began to
Rise to the surface—

I was whelmed in
The vision of
Precious intentions.

Candles presently
Burn in honor of
Such mystery—the
Mystery of

Enchantment. She
Subtly manipulates
The heart of my
Strings, absent to
The depth of my

Warmth. Within
Thoughts of
Majesty, I confess
My unyielding
Passions; where

She swoons and
Attests to a brick
Wall, which hinders
The development
Of love. We silently

Wail wrapped in
One another’s arms,
Wiping away tears,
Lost in the sphere
Of intuition—

Speaking aloud,
The depth of
Unsaid love,
Wishing the gods
Would not have
Tortured us so.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1706
The Charge of Love
Posted: 1/10/2012 3:44:00 PM
Self-Inquiry

Is she a wraith
Depicted in the psyche?
She is an image without
A face—a banshee
Chanting within the attic
Of my spirit.

I draw near, but she flees.
I retreat, and she advances.
How have I grown to love
An image in my mind?

Reality is dearly aloof—
Unreality is of more
Appeal. What if unreality
Manifested into reality!
Would joy then come in
The morning?



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1707
The Charge of Love
Posted: 1/10/2012 3:49:57 PM
Love of my Imagination

Steep within esoteric
Dreams, I embrace the
Love of my imagination.
She is an exquisite pearl,
Drinking from the cistern
Of sophistication.

We pray never to awake,
But only to remain in
Each other’s arms for
Eternity, charmed by the
Illusion of amore.

But I awake in a daze,
Drifting into my soul’s
Reflection, realizing that
My spirit’s mirror is
Partly blurry. Out of
Desperation, I fall into
My being, pleading that
My countenance does
Not betray my sacred
Secret of anguish.

Oh’ how I pine for my
Imaginative love, that
She would appear right
Ere my eyes.

In private, I would
Coddle my amore,
While we built upon a
Fortress of Yahwistic
Portraits.

But I am dearly a
Fantast—a dreamer
Of dreams, dwelling
Within the sphere of
Sublime frequencies.


Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1708
The Charge of Love
Posted: 1/10/2012 4:10:23 PM
Keepsake

How I pined for a keepsake, the keepsake of another, for mystic mania was upon me, causing me to peer into a forbidden locket.

I yearned for a sound soul, unaware that depression lingered afar. I am now a blank picture, for the flash was too bright, and the room was filled with light.

Afternoon blues echo in the near, pushing me to seek out the winepresses, if only to mitigate the embarrassment, but I refuse to trespass.

Once the mania settled, I grew intimate with depression, ever seeking out the impulse of love. However, reality has become a vivid friend, illuminating me, despite, that I still pine for a keepsake.

It is more than a fairytale, but it possesses the properties of a fairytale. I, thus, shall pine from afar, drifting into afternoon blues, unaware of the reach of such prose.

I imagine that she is a rare antique, of more value than gold and precious stones. I, too, imagine that I am in a trance, governed by the depth of such attraction, unrequited attraction.

How I pined for a keepsake, ever driven to compose, if only to convey but a fragment of my love; but what was the value of such love, also driven by a mysterious force.

In the far recesses of the psyche, am I present?—our clandestine anguish, musing upon the many pages of prose, lamenting the fact that the universe is far too small, and thus, our saga is closed.

I yearned for a sound soul, or was it the case, that I yearned for the mirror of my soul. The mystery is too enigmatic to decode. Nevertheless, its sensation is still present, speaking within the choir of the heart.

Somewhere within the sanctum of my spirit, she is present—the presence of pure sophistication. I have attempted to communicate my warmth, by way of vibrations—I wonder if the message made it into the region of her sphere.

I imagine that she possesses the elegance of a sacred vase; to be mused upon by every artist seeking a masterpiece to expound upon—but gentleness must be employed.

Delving deeper, I wonder if her soul is aching, for a myriad of reasons, for every soul possessing depth possesses it scars.

I have no idea of what the Grand Architect has in store, but I am still smitten with the keepsake of another, moved mystically to compose of a mystery, notwithstanding, the grandness of such a mystery.

Within the soul, agape is vibrating, hypnotizing my entire being, causing me to peer into the mystique, where I sit, and muse upon a keepsake.


Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1709
The Charge of Love
Posted: 1/10/2012 5:03:42 PM
My soul is thy crochet,
Knit until thy soul is
Content, for I freely
Love thee, lost in
Fantasies of drawing
Thee near.

Where is an oracle?
That I may inquire of
My love. That I may
Inquire of the depth of
Her spirit.

My sacred afflatus,
Ever inspire me to
Compose of the depth
Of mystery—my
Number one mystery.

The vibrations have
Subsided. What is
Occupying the mind
Of my precious koan.
I wish that it were I.

Psychic drums are
Resounding. Have
Thou heard them
Telepathically? They
Tell a story of love;
And they tell a story
Of heartache.

Read into our prosaic
Canon. The prose
Therein speak of the
Volume of our mystic
Stream.

How do we ignore our
Mystic vibration. How
Do we ignore the call
Of mystery. But we
Shall, ever lost to its
Deepness—the texture
Of its meaning.


Naive
 wool_c
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 1710
The Charge of Love
Posted: 1/11/2012 10:43:52 AM
"I am now a blank picture, for the flash was too bright, and the room was filled with light."

I absolutely adore this line.


Write on...

(my 2cents is all I have to offer at this point)

Again, thanks for sharing!!
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1711
The Charge of Love
Posted: 1/12/2012 12:15:07 PM
wool_c: I thank you for dropping by. And I thank you for the feedback.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1712
The Charge of Love
Posted: 1/13/2012 4:10:21 PM
My dearest incantation,
Withdraw no further.

Rather, draw near,
Falling into my heart.

Our love is undone,
Lingering in the shadows.

For thee, my spirit is
Aflame, musing through

Our vibrations, traveling
Through the psychic

Vineyards of romance.
What is the measure, my

Love, the measure of
Eternity!—for this is

Where my heart dwells,
Bedazzled by my rare

Relic, quixotic for the
Spirit of my spirit.

Let us color our paradise
Together, careful to

Critically analyze the
Grey—careful to

Monitor the depression—
Utilizing one another

As a sacred panacea—
The panacea of love.


Naive
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