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 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1763
Afflatus FragmentsPage 14 of 91    (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)
AF 200

Into a bottomless lake, I
Fall, gripping desperately
To forever. Her breath is
In my hand, dancing to
An unutterable tune
—some supernatural

Voice, scratching at my
Aloof heart. But I want
Her to hear, albeit, I do
Not listen. Hear me love,
For I am afraid to hear a
Echo voicing back to me—
Voicing back to me that

My mind is an illusion, an
Unsolvable riddle
—permitting me passage
To tread across the desert
Region of my mind.



Naive
 Truthisee
Joined: 12/7/2010
Msg: 1764
Afflatus Fragments
Posted: 2/18/2012 3:01:22 PM
thought I would give you some numbers..




sacred.

nauseous owl-snore moon, rapaciously silent
clack of dusk,
by what quaint legend did the dead fledgling
dream the Phoenix was even
a bird?

or by what bold supposition
does woman dream
Icarus was a tragic man, save
that of a man seeking the place of wind
all summer dresses find

my lady walks with me
when the sun is splendor and when
gentle is wind

my lady feels me walk with her
when the sun
is garish and frustrating is the tear
of airs

is it a sadness that dew must die to rain into the seas
or down naked
running lovers who shampoo themselves in rain?

we know that we must die
someday
we know death
is more supple than all the worlds can bear

death's great and massive head must wait its turn
the grass is soft
warmly upon this day

the grass this day is more supple than
all clocks, deaths, their billions
can bear except as Daffodils and Daisies
and Swollen Mothers insouciant
grinning

and tendered burly men who tremble
like eggs
when their mothers dance around them
in secret meadows
among wet roots of trees I ask you
truly


what is sacred.









..
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1765
Afflatus Fragments
Posted: 2/18/2012 4:25:43 PM
These stanzas stood out--they are very intense.

"my lady walks with me
when the sun is splendor and when
gentle is wind

my lady feels me walk with her
when the sun
is garish and frustrating is the tear
of airs"


As for what is sacred, I suppose that that is dear to heart.


This is a great capture, Truthisee. I thank you for posting it here.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1766
Afflatus Fragments
Posted: 2/18/2012 7:53:28 PM
Concern

While walking through a
Garden of lilacs, I mused
On allusions of love,
Pondering upon one dear
To heart.

It appears that time has
Left her soul wounded,
Wherefore, her dearest
Love is running wild
Throughout the city for
Her cure.

Love has a way of
Churning the spirit,
Moving the psyche in
Many directions, but the
Rewards infuse the heart.
How does one turn away
From love?

Thus, when love is
Turbulent, one’s entire
World becomes vague—
And everything wearies
The soul unto heaviness
And sloth.

But when love is in
Alignment with reality,
One’s life has meaning—
Everything brings joy to
The heart, everything
Gives purpose.

I just pray that her soul
Heals gently, and her
Love loves her dearly.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1767
Afflatus Fragments
Posted: 2/19/2012 5:04:12 PM
Sophia

She is the color of my heart:
The surge throughout my being;
The angel within my mind;
The source of my indecision.
She is my aphrodisiac.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1768
Afflatus Fragments
Posted: 2/19/2012 6:50:12 PM
Delusion

I was chained to a vision.
I knew not the limits of
Reality. Something inside
Drove me into the future.

Now here I sit the city’s
Buffoon. But I yearned to
Become something special—
Something special to a

Sacred soul.

Did I accomplish my goal?—
Doing such from a distance.
Or shall I remain a broken
Portrait, lost in prayer?

I am a weary spirit, desperate
To escape a delusion; but it
Is forever present, despite
Hours, even months of

Meditation. How do I make
Sense of phenomenon of this
Magnitude? Is it truly a
Delusion, or even an illusion,

Or have we stumbled upon
A deeper pleat of existence?—
Something solemn and
Inexplicable, even

Imperceptible! Something is
Upon me. It is her presence,
Forbidding me from taking
Refuge within myself. Are

We experiencing the same
Phenomenon?—for if we are,
How is she holding up?—for
Daily I am drowning in the

Essence of an indefinable
Force.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1769
Afflatus Fragments
Posted: 2/21/2012 10:53:18 AM
Secret

She is a delicate soul,
Even an alluring spirit.
I was drawn to her from
Day one. But I never
Divulged my secret.

She is a junoesque
Masterpiece, electrically
Surging throughout my
Being.

She once made
Herself known to me. I
Was taken aback,
Drifting through time.

I wonder if we could
Recapture a virgin’s
Love, as she vibrates
Throughout my person.

I wonder if our love
Would slay us in the
Spirit, for we are both
Charged with energy.

To feel her soul,
Freefalling into my
Being, unto
Incarnating the Daystar,
What could be more
Exhilarating; for

She is a delicate soul,
Even an alluring spirit,
Communicating through
My person, by way of
Mystic undulations.

But I shall remain silent,
Dwelling in the shadows,
Smitten with an angelic
Force, keeping my secret.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1770
Woman of my Desire
Posted: 2/21/2012 4:55:39 PM
Woman of my Desire

I can only hope that my
Heart beats in your soul
As the music enchants
Your senses, for my visions
Are noxious of another
In your embrace. But I
Realize the night is fallen,
The spirits are taken over,
And the call of nature
Hovers over the
Countenance of your
Gloriously chiseled to
Perfection frame. If was
In your presence, I would
Burn continuously, begging
Venus to strike you with
The intensities of my
Passions. Then we could
Not break free of the
Magnetism of currents
Borne. But in time
Pondered: let the light be
Gentle to my thoughts; let
The war of my senses find
Refuge to rest therein; and
Let the spirits of the rising
Sun protect you in godly
Motion.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1771
Such to Cherish
Posted: 2/26/2012 3:03:21 PM
Such to Cherish

My ambivalent amore, source
Of my confusion, the room has
Become smaller—as I gaze into
A chandelier, musing upon your
Presence.

Are you not a keepsake? Falling
Into the sun, glowing for all to
See. Assuredly, I’m doting. But
A goddess is before me, despite
Your distrust of mirrors.

My brilliant muse, locket within
My churning soul, you have
Become the sound of eternity,
Resonating through the orchestra
Of my spirit.

Within my psyche, your picture
Is within a frame, where I sit and
Dote, praying that your soul is
In the hands of mystic wholeness—
But I feel pain.

I yearn through the day, my
Distant friend, wishing that I
Could wash away the malaise, on
Both ends of the spectrum. But I
Am truly a dreamer of dreams.

And albeit I am a foolish man,
Walking down a lonely highway,
Aware that we shall never be, I
Am reading into mystic vibrations,
Feeling the frequency intensify

When I utter your name,
Confirming that our spirits are in
Communication. Thus, the
Mystery is such to cherish, and I
Shall, in the spirit.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1772
It’s all a Mystery
Posted: 2/26/2012 6:11:38 PM
It’s all a Mystery

With all my soul, I love
Lost in the waves thereof
Eager to embrace my mystery.
O’ how I adore my dove
Meditating within the grove
Puzzled by our brief history.
If only we fit like gloves
We could love and rove
Throughout the vast city.


Naive
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 1773
view profile
History
It’s all a Mystery
Posted: 2/26/2012 6:51:54 PM
the sacred dance
two souls weave
is not by chance
for i believe
all is divine
like a beacon's sign
the source of love
the flow of our blood
all carries this light
from the night before time
innately designed
to not be defined
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1774
It’s all a Mystery
Posted: 2/26/2012 7:35:12 PM
to not be defined
is a love divine
moving one's soul
to speak and dance
to a tune which only
the spirit can conceive,
but I try...
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 1775
view profile
History
It’s all a Mystery
Posted: 2/26/2012 7:41:00 PM
you do well... secret...a beautiful journey
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1776
It’s all a Mystery
Posted: 2/26/2012 8:06:22 PM
It’s all a Mystery II

Without love, I live in barbwire
Soulfelt pains setting me afire
Leaving me to burn in flame.
Without love, I burn with desire
Fraught with agony in dire
Need of a love to claim.
Without love, I walk the wire
Where either side is set afire
What must I give to gain?


Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1777
It’s all a Mystery
Posted: 2/27/2012 2:57:36 PM
Abyss of Dreams

What became of me?—
Drifting through various
Dimensions, falling into
The abyss of dreams.

I was there, detached
From myself, dwelling
Within the chamber of
Masquerades—the only

One present. I fell into
A fairytale, composing
To break free, only to
Fall deeper into the

Abyss of dreams. What
Would urge a man to
Give himself over to
Illusions?—wrestling

With reality, walking
Through a vortex of
Visions, freely immersing
Myself in unreality.

What became of me?—
Acting out of character,
Causing fear to emerge,
Temporarily lost within

The jungle of the psyche,
Warring with my deeper
Self—even falling enlove
With a mystery.

What became of me?—a
Riddle unto myself,
Fighting to return home.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1778
Twenty Floors Down
Posted: 2/29/2012 2:52:58 PM
Twenty Floors Down

I’m stepping twenty
Floors down, to land
Into a river, where spirit-
scars, prove to me the
Nature of love.

I’m stepping twenty
Floors down, that I
May prove the depth
Of my affection, to a
Mystery in the breeze.

Indeed, I’m stepping
Twenty floors down,
Begging forgiveness
For a blessing I was to
Young to cherish.

I’m stepping twenty
Floors down, to
Channel ancestors,
That I may decode the
Ultimate riddle.

I’m stepping twenty
Floors down, that I
May apologize to a
Precious jewel, for I
Affronted an angel.

I’m stepping twenty
Floors down, to denote
Humility dwelling in
My soul, as testament
To wisdom’s presence.

I’m stepping twenty
Floors down.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1779
Twenty Floors Down
Posted: 3/1/2012 6:45:23 PM
Unselfish Love

As love cascaded into
My spirit, I sorely wept,
For I gave her vinegar,
In return, she gave

Me divinity.

Solicitudes had gotten
The best of me, leaving
My mind cloudy, my soul
Splintered, and my being

Nearly without breath.

How do I repay divinity?—
For I am desperate to give
In return that, which was
Given unto me—for I am

Again in touch with my
Powers. I was drained—
Spiritually bankrupt, and
Unknowingly, she helped

To rebuild me.

How do I love such a
Woman unselfishly?—
Without desiring her for
Myself.

However, albeit pensive,
With a hint of melancholy,
I shall love her unselfishly,
Pouring into her spirit love

In abundance.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1780
Twenty Floors Down
Posted: 3/1/2012 6:46:06 PM
Energy

How did she become
So powerful? It must
Have taken years of
Meditative practice—

For she entered me
Knowingly, setting
My spirit aflame.
She is segue to the

Other world, where
Riddles become
Psychical mysteries
Piercing into the

Soul. Her touch is
Mystic. I wish our
Circumstances were
Different.

But destiny often plays
The magician,
Harboring secrets
Unto the bitterness of

Spirit. But our pain
And our obligations
Were far too
Prevalent.

But I remember.
And in hindsight, I
Appreciate the
Presence of such

Energy—such life
Giving energy.




Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1781
Twenty Floors Down
Posted: 3/1/2012 7:29:41 PM
A Love Surreal

Let us build a love surreal
Where we efface all ills
That we may love in depth.
Let us perish to feel
Love’s sacred-seal
In vineyards unkempt.
Let us love with will
At the peak of twilight hill
Else, upon love we have slept.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1782
Soulfelt Love
Posted: 3/3/2012 4:02:20 PM
Soulfelt Love

Call to my soul, my love.
Tap into the passions therein,
For my soul is upside down,
Going around in circles,
Waiting for a love everlasting.

Have I doted in vain?—enlove
With the mystery of our mystic
Connection. Make me vow a
Vow, to which our spirits shall
Love forevermore.

As I compose, my heart is
Hindered, for my emotions are
In confliction, where my
Intentions are burning softly—
And my soul is wailing!

Presence is upon us, where
Vibrations are coursing
Throughout our beings,
Intensifying with the utterance
Of a name;

But I am sudden to disappear,
Once the spirit has been
Exhausted—for to yearn, one
Must yearn for something,
Else, one is doting upon a

Dream. Tell me that we are
Wrestling with more than a
Dream, for my psyche is
Dearly in sync with an
Unyielding frequency—

Urging me to compose.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1783
Soulfelt Love
Posted: 3/3/2012 4:05:01 PM
Soulfelt Love II

Indeed, I am a hopeless
Dreamer, for the spirit is never
Quenched. It seeks to fathom
Itself—traveling through our
Beings, provoking our

Appetites. Help me to fathom!—
For something theurgic took
Place, whereby, our souls
Merged, electrifying our spirits,
Placing within our hearts the

Pulsation of mystery.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1784
Divinity
Posted: 3/4/2012 5:56:45 PM
Divinity

May I dote and fantasize,
My love?—for I have long
Desired the essence of
Divinity.

Journey with me, my love,
Train me in the arts—help
To cultivate my naïve
Disposition.

Teach me how to love, my
Love! Teach me to fully
Awaken—for I am partly
Asleep, pining for divinity.

Tap into the intensity of
My warmth—give me
Reason to display the best
Of myself—for I am whet

To evolve with divinity at
My side.

Walk me through the
Vibrations, or else, walk
With me through the
Storm—let us explore

Eternity.

Indeed, my love, look in
The mirror, and dote
Upon divinity, as I have
In moderation, and shall

Throughout eternity.





Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1786
Divinity
Posted: 3/4/2012 6:53:39 PM
Sabetha: You encourage me to write more. I thank you for the compliment.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1787
Divinity
Posted: 3/5/2012 7:20:55 PM
A Moment for Clarity

Fraught with vibrations,
I ponder the future.
Hereby, realigning my
Soul—for the future tells
No lies.

But o’ how I wish the
Future would deceive me,
Placing within my arms,
The charms of summer—

My effulgent rainbow!



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1788
Divinity
Posted: 3/5/2012 8:12:52 PM
To Dream

May I live to dream,
To dream of a vibrant
Love, intoxicating my
Very soul!

Indeed, I live to dream,
Swooning from idyllic
Thoughts, poetically
Engulfed in streams.

Dream with me, my
Love. Let us dream
Of a paradise that
Infuses the heartstrings.

Yes, my love, infuse
Our souls with
Vibrations, for we
Must learn to capture

Our dreams, else, we
Burn in flames, dying
Softly.



Naive
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