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Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 1738
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calm flows in
grounding me
from the core
of my being
rising through heart
shooting through mind
cascading up and out
a whale's spout
to my feet
and then
all over
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1739
Regaining Composure
Posted: 2/5/2012 10:33:20 AM
WeAre1: your flow is capturing, as is your content. This is a picture perfect poem.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1740
Regaining Composure
Posted: 2/5/2012 6:51:52 PM

How do I forego such
A passionate river,
Soaring throughout my
Being! It has become
The life of me.

How do I forego the
Deepness in my spirit!—
Driving me into the
Attic of my psyche,
Compelling me to
Pour forth a river of

How do I forego the
Poems of my soul!—
Stirring the root of
My being, as I drift
Unto a golden moon.

Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 1741
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Regaining Composure
Posted: 2/5/2012 9:45:27 PM

do not forego
all you know
all that you be
your essence
your divinity
your creativity
for in your soul
you reflect deeply
river of your heart
it's flow completely
washing your spirit
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1742
Regaining Composure
Posted: 2/6/2012 2:15:30 PM

And I shall not forego.

I thank you for your response.

It is always a pleasure.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1743
Regaining Composure
Posted: 2/6/2012 4:06:39 PM
My spiritual tattoo,
Let me frame our
Vision, digging into
Heaven, gleaning
From the harvest of
Precious memories—
Our sacred invention.

My spiritual tattoo,
Enchant me unto
Rejection, that I may
Experience the poetry
Of love, that I may
Perish and resurrect.

My spiritual tattoo,
Let the undulation of
Amore flood into our
Beings, overwhelming
Our perceptions, unto
The nature of

My spiritual tattoo,
Soul-quake of my
Existence, might we
Love forevermore,
Swimming through
Hellish shores,
Embracing the
Mystique as we soar.

My spiritual tattoo,
Walk with me through
The courtyard of our
Passion, falling into
The wellspring of
Searching into our
Future, loving

My spiritual tattoo,
Let us love until we
Fly, dying in the
Depth of our amore.

Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1744
Regaining Composure
Posted: 2/8/2012 2:04:50 PM

My aphrodisiac, woman
Of my visions, drift us
Not into a fairytale as
Sacred as Shiloh—


Let us not get lost in
Masquerades, for they
Suffocate the spirit,
Tearing into the soul.

My aphrodisiac, my
Mystic lamp, leave me
Not downhearted,
Afraid of love, but

Embrace the reflection
Of my heartbeat, where
Our vibration streams
Unto divinity placing

Us in the hands of Logos.
Yes, my love, shelter
Us home within caves
Of the upper chakras—

That we may rest secure
In the pulsation of amore,
Saturated in the hopes
And dreams of love.

Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1745
Regaining Composure
Posted: 2/9/2012 11:36:33 AM

Be unafraid of love, my love,
As we sip from magic divine.

My soul is overlaid in the
Presence of a heartbeat, where

I yearn to remove the mask of
Such a solemn heartbeat.

Unmask for me, my love. Let
Us search through the vineyards

Of paradise. Let us discover
Our souls therein. In hindsight,

I frightened a precious dove,
Confused by a dark cloud,

Where light sprouted at the
End of its tunnel. Now

Honeysweet visions plague me
Unto bittersweet hunches—how

Do we disembark?—or do we
Wish to do such?

I reckon that I shall never
Unmask, my love. Instead, our

Memories shall linger evermore,
Where “if” burdens our spirits

Unto soreness and heartache. I,
Thus, shall drift aside the fireside,

As a wildfire burns nigh the core
Of my soul, a constant reminder

Of a mystic jewel that I shall
Ever love from a distance,

For we shall never love up-close,
For destiny has spoken.

Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1746
Regaining Composure
Posted: 2/10/2012 2:22:07 PM
The Depth of Love

Can love be magnified!
Or does it fall asleep
Softly, yearning beneath
The surface?—for I love,

Burning within the music
Of eternity, wafting through
Iridescent dreams, uncertain
Of the future.

Oh’ how I have learned to
Love, bathed in the
Compassion of humanity,
Thankful for the depth of


Can love be magnified! I
Have come to believe that
Love is a precious treasure,
Always lacking in texture.

Wherefore, we yearn for
Love, when love is present.
Thus, what is the deepness
Of love?—opposed to mere

Degrees. What is the depth
Of its touch?—where one
Yens for nothing more, aside
For the love that one possesses.

Can love be quenched! Or
Such as folklore, does it live
On forever?—constantly
Impressing pressure upon the

Psyche, for love is an entity
In and of itself—taking root
Within one’s spirit, piercing
The soul unto tears and


Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1747
Regaining Composure
Posted: 2/12/2012 4:38:42 PM
Aesthetic Woman of Gold

Your visage has set my heart a-flutter.
I can hear the gods crying out your name.
You are a woman in possession of the spirit’s soul.
I confess—man would be ecstatic to die in your honor.
You hold the luminaries in your heart.
Thus, your countenance glistens as does the heavens.
You are a woman of compelling beauty:
Emphatic impressions of the Raphaelites;
Unto death passions of the Platonists.
You are a manifestation of the great poets.
Let me not perish until I feel the essence of your pulse:
The vibrations of your being;
Your sounds of rapturous agonies.
Let us put into motion our rhythm.
Let all the rivers of the universe connect in our energy.
Let this kinetic force in us be free.
Let it be free to touch that in which we yin for unto death.
Unlock us from the chains of this great void.
Place me in the midst of your core.
Accustom me to the melodies that chant therein.
Return to my senses a soothing calm.
You—woman of Atlantic treasures!
Woman more mysterious than the hidden Atlantis!
Reveal to me your secrets.
Shower upon me your passions.
Teach me how to live.
Show me that the powers of Valentine still exist.
Thus—then I may perish again:
Only to reincarnate in search of you.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1748
Regaining Composure
Posted: 2/12/2012 4:57:06 PM

Her mind is shattered,
Pain is rooted in her eyes,
Life has left her battered.
Her mind has shattered,
Her heart is tattered,
She cannot help but cry.
Her mind has shattered,
Pain is rooted in her eyes.

Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 1749
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Regaining Composure
Posted: 2/12/2012 7:12:51 PM
so glad you're back writing with us Joshua...if I don't see you before, Happy Valentine's Day!
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1750
Regaining Composure
Posted: 2/12/2012 7:51:22 PM
It is good to be back. And Happy Valentine's Day to you too.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1751
Regaining Composure
Posted: 2/12/2012 7:55:19 PM
She is the birth of beauty. I sit, wondering of how red wine tastes in her presence, knowing that the gods are with her.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1752
Afflatus Fragments
Posted: 2/12/2012 8:04:07 PM
A vision, founded within a myth, has intoxicated my senses. I, thus, looked deep within the crystal of a godly fantasy, and there she appeared, more tangible than the death of said myth. She is a statuesque woman, the cause of passions newly birthed within my soul—I perish softly, pondering the visage of her radiant countenance. Tears have been shed and words have been left unheard, but she should put to rest such uneasiness. She is a goddess, the envy of wisdom, fallen from heaven. If I could but understand her, I could then escape my affliction. I love her with the depth of an unreality, the majesty of Scripture—I confess—I love her without reason. She is a reflection of warmth, an aesthetic vision, the daughter of Athena. My heart flutters, flutters beyond my control—the heart wishes to explode, I yearn for her affection. If to touch her, I could then linger in the shadows, I could then perish peacefully.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1753
Afflatus Fragments
Posted: 2/12/2012 8:10:54 PM
The aura of mysticism radiates from her soul. She is the alchemy in God’s eyes. I look in a panic to catch a glimpse of her visage. Sheer consternation rumbles through the forest of my mind. When she appeared, the Lord was taken aback by Astarte’s creation. She is the golden scrolls of immortality, the elixir of youth—she is wisdom unborn. If I could but make love to her and then perish, I would awaken in heaven, no matter the location.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1754
Afflatus Fragments
Posted: 2/14/2012 2:46:29 PM
In Honor of Valentine’s Day

Laden with love,
Is this not the season
Of amore?—where
Lovers attest to their
We wail through
Vibrations the depth
Of our love.

Is she not the woman
In Songs of Songs?
—read through An
Anagogic lens—where
All radiates: I love you.

She’s an empyreal
Dove, carrying our
Pressures throughout
The years. Where
Would we be without
Our precious diamond?
Where would we be
Without our soul?

Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1755
Afflatus Fragments
Posted: 2/14/2012 4:38:16 PM
Somewhere within a trance,
I came face to face with love.
She has devastated me unto life.
Life became poetry, my balance.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1756
Afflatus Fragments
Posted: 2/14/2012 6:10:20 PM
Love IS

Love is a conundrum,
Perceived through actions.

Love is the soul’s ambrosia.
We desire more.

Love is sacred as prayer, a
Treasure to the soul.

Love is the art of existence.
We paint to its rhythm.

Love is an idyllic force. We
Try to measure up.

Love is an indelible soul-print,
Awakening the spirit-mind.

Love is sacred as music. We
Tiptoe upon symbols thereof.

Love is an electrical current,
Striking throughout our spirits.

Love is a vibration. We vibe to
Its rhythm—ancient as time!

Love is a dreamlike dimension,
Often murky as midnight.

Love is the mind of dreamers,
Searching to perfect love.

Love is illumination, giving
Light to our lives.

Love is unto mystic
Enchantment. We yen for more.

Love is a magical rollercoaster.
We ride it to the bitter end.

Love is a sacred religion. Its
Language is universal.

Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1757
Afflatus Fragments
Posted: 2/14/2012 7:55:11 PM
AF 180 (Beautiful Woman)

In and through man’s bones
She moves without mercy
Touching within the soul’s
Catacombs. She has become
Man’s infatuation.

Dare we insult the goddess!
Dare we touch her flushed
Flesh? The sky shall split in
Half, as God rains upon man

In silence, man pleads for
Redemption. She smiles as if
She has read man’s heart—
Teary eyed in spirit, crumbling
In mid-thought, walking
Through the seas that have
Been rift apart.

Dance upon a cloud, my dove.
I hope that the fowls will
Beckon God on our behalf,
Before her beauty drives us

Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1758
Afflatus Fragments
Posted: 2/16/2012 6:26:38 PM
She is intimate with the
Womb of light, even the
Sanctity of life—a
Victorian queen, a ruler’s
Wife. I was pulled in
Gradually—into my soul,
She dripped throughout
The seasons. I tampered
With fire unknowingly,
Unaware of passions
Burning forevermore.
I now yearn not to break
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1759
Afflatus Fragments
Posted: 2/17/2012 3:43:24 PM
Infatuation, Art over Love

How did I not try sooner?
Such an Intellectual woman!
Times were immature. My
Mind was adrift with poetry.
My heart was buoyant with
Words. But courage was
Wanting. I just composed
As I never had before. Every
Sentence I read became pieces
Of poetry. I was hypnotized.
I was selfish. I chose art
Over the pursuit of love. I
Was comfortable in inspiration.
Cosmic rays pulsed through
Every fiber of my being.
I was electrically polarized.
To pursue my poesy in the
Flesh was a foreign thought.
I just kept writing. Every
Impulse was consecrated
In script, for she is a
Candescent angel. But I am
A blank expression,
Gravitating in many
Directions. Every thought
Is an examined Cave.
Every memory is a shadowed
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 1760
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Afflatus Fragments
Posted: 2/17/2012 4:02:24 PM
seduced by your muse
kissing your mind with her grace
seeds of thought flowering
words empowering the page
thoughts become specks of light
fireflies in flight
thus the magical kingdom
of the poetic knight
keeps drawing her back to you...
back through you....
seduced by your muse
kissing her soul with your grace.....
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1761
Afflatus Fragments
Posted: 2/17/2012 8:39:38 PM
^^^^This is a great capture. I truly enjoyed reading it. I thank you for posting it here.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1762
Afflatus Fragments
Posted: 2/17/2012 8:40:15 PM
To breathe in her essence
Is a soothing manifestation
A calming of the storm—
Place of my spirit-soul.

Herein I have read too
Deeply into an illusion
That has intensified my

But I shall flee
From moonish whims
Pondering freedom while
Sinking into illumined eyes.
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