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 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1930
Of LovePage 20 of 91    (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, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46)
we never spoke of love.
we merely dwelled in electricity.

we held a secret closely,
amazed by confirmation.

she’s a pillar of flame, guarding
the gates, set to leap.

our hearts vibrated unto causing
our hands to tremble.

untimely encounters often set
the spirits aflame.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1931
Of Love
Posted: 2/25/2013 8:47:12 PM
Color my soul with your presence
Enchant my senses with your gaze
Permit me to drift into your spirit
That I may behold par excellence

Tell me that I am more than a fantast
That cloudlike dreams come true
Where in this world it is your soul
That burns for my being, set aflame
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1932
Of Love
Posted: 2/26/2013 3:42:14 PM
Silence

she is unto a phantom
shimmering in countenance.
what’s the dance of this heart
whispering to a hidden soul?

hymnic vibrations awaken
rainbows. and there she stands
poised in invisibility—soaring
in an unspoken spirit.

spring is transitioning.
a landmark, a touch of love
sets its impression upon a
throbbing heart.

his emotions vacillate. he
ambles through webs of
intensity, seemingly unseen
yearning his well-beloved.

thunderclap affections race
through frequencies, infusing
faith tenfold. in truth
vibes manifest passions.

at once campsites are left
abandoned. but what of a
vision aching within—to
touch—to dwell therein.

her eyes are filled with light
and indescribable colors
pulling at self, a spiritual
magnet, tugging relentlessly.

She is unto a phantom
glistening within, setting
flame to dynamite—o depth
to ache in silence.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1933
Of Love
Posted: 3/2/2013 5:30:12 PM
Enkindle a flame
Where maturity is born.
Bring me into the flux
Of your heartbeat.
Guide me until I see.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1934
VII (Tonight I love again.)
Posted: 3/25/2013 7:28:03 PM
Tonight I love again, for memories are hard to forget. A campfire is burning in my heart, where her face is embroidered upon my soul. Bring me to life with a gesture—tease me artfully as poetry streams, dancing upon particles of the wind. Let us make a covenant upon the ark of antiquity. Let us vow to love through eternity. But I am a fantast, dreaming within a dream, haunted by visions of her delicate features. She has invaded my spirit’s cathedral, where I pray in earnest for her soul.

Somewhere in the distance echoes a tacit cry. Albeit, she wails in silence, I have been made privy to her agony. Is she aware of such pain? Or is she blind to such sorrow, believing her lot the lot of humanity? And who am I to stand before the altar of horns, sacrificing lambs on behalf of a sacred love? But still I yearn that she will soon enfold me in her wings—that she will confess that she has longed for our union within the confines of heaven. Indeed, I am a fantast, dreaming within a dream, haunted by visions of her delicate features.

Tonight I love again—falling into motion—reminiscing upon a folly that gave birth to rapturous infatuation. She became my celestial muse, while I wrestled with the phantom of unreality. I was revealed to myself, nibbling upon poetic poison, intoxicated in the spirit. Ever and anon, she beckons my soul, drawing me forth from an attic of weeds, where I sit in the shadow of loneliness attempting to lull my heart asleep. My determination proves fruitless—for there she appears, a museum of mirages, plaguing me through invisibility.

Somewhere in the distance echoes a tragedy. The opera of existence has me wrapped in knots. But upon a branch, sits a songbird, singing into my future the woman of my dreams. However, reality is a villain, sudden to destroy the hopes of this fantast. Reality has haunted me unto soreness of spirit, dragging me through the dregs of existential purgatory, causing me to edge the cliff of misery’s domain. Where is love’s triumph?—for I am lost, bewildered by the storm, thunderstruck unto falling apart in silence.

The whole has shattered. I envision that my muse is present to piece together the fragments. But this is merely a dream, for I suffer from a lesion. It is ever upon me, mocking my ambition, secretly causing me to crumble in degrees. This is my confession. Nevertheless, I harbor visions in the depth of my soul. They are opalescent, coloring the caves of my psyche, leading me through the cathedrals of timeless relics. My oceanic amore, judge me not for such a wound, but rather feel through the heart, eternity’s vibration.
 cesska
Joined: 11/7/2011
Msg: 1935
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VII (Tonight I love again.)
Posted: 3/25/2013 9:36:23 PM
we must find a reason to live
other than love
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1936
VII (Tonight I love again.)
Posted: 4/3/2013 5:32:41 PM
I thank you for your insight, cesska.

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I disappeared within warm eyes.
They were fraught with wisdom’s pain.
She longed for poesy, a soulfelt sentence.
I mused upon a human aesthetic—but
She is so much more than I fathom—
Divinity’s earthenware, infusing my mind.

An inrush of electricity comes with her
Presence. I was there, watching as her
Fingers trembled. There was a matrix of
Pearls, wafting through the clouds. These
Were particles of her personality, giving
Life to a cynical soul.

She possesses the etiquette of a queen
And the tenderness of a humanitarian.
But her essence is ineffable, a deep
Seated mystery, even a riddle clothed in
Magic, as alluring as religion.

Such a winsome spirit, bathed in
Spiritual luxury—even a third eye giant.
How shall I imbue her with love? How do
I become the consciousness she seeks? I
Am at a lost, staring as she lilts to the rhythm
Of eternity, blind to the worth of her being.
 cesska
Joined: 11/7/2011
Msg: 1937
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VII (Tonight I love again.)
Posted: 4/3/2013 7:04:57 PM
she is lucky to be loved by you
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1938
VII (Tonight I love again.)
Posted: 4/4/2013 1:56:21 PM
^^^I thank you for the comment.

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Open Heart

It was never our place to
love, but I love you without
qualification. Such love fills
the room with uncertainty.
But such as love is altruistic,
its reward is the love it gives.
Your spirit is so becoming. It
taps upon the windowpane of
my psyche, opulent in its
manifestation. It brings me to
the heights of myself, where I
muse upon the features of
divinity’s sister—wisdom’s
cousin. I hope that your anchor
has become your heart. It’s a
world filled with majesty. It
speaks the language of eternity,
wherefore, it vibrates at a high
frequency. In spirit, I impart to
you the blanket of comfort,
sudden to appear in depth the
psyche. But phantoms imprint
the soul, haunting selfhood,
thorns, which throb existentially.
Thus, the warmth of a smile is
treasured, cherished with every
waking heartbeat; and the touch
of innocence rejuvenates the
the spirit. My inner world is
colored by your presence, thus,
paradise is within my grasp. It
reveals its essence in a spurt of
inspiration, where poetic lines
infuse the heart, reaching into
the inmost parts of my being.
There, a cinema plays, where
dreams come true, and peace is
within arm’s reach. But as I said,
it was never our place to love,
but I love you without
qualification.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1939
VII (Tonight I love again.)
Posted: 4/14/2013 7:29:29 PM
Teach me, my love,
Teach me of dreams come true;
For I have longed for my love
Unto heartache and sorrow—
Poetry and joy.

Teach me to dare, my love,
To dare to love. Teach me to
Set aside fears, capture visions
And live for a soul dear to my
Heart. Teach me, my love!
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1940
VII (Tonight I love again.)
Posted: 4/17/2013 4:57:12 PM
Love me in spite of myself.
Render unto me what I have
To give, for souls are burning.

Invisibility has pictured us—
We long for its manifestation.

Let us pine together our dreams,
For we are prisoners of divinity,
Trapped within portraits,
Meditating through freedom’s
Path.

To touch within visions, what
A marvelous prayer!—
Such as wounds are precious.

Have I trespassed, my love?—
For a wound was fresh, thus,
Infatuation lingered in the
Breeze.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1941
VII (Tonight I love again.)
Posted: 4/19/2013 4:40:01 PM
Can you hear her chorus?
It echoes through the soul
Suffocating wildflowers.
It causes one to dream of
Dreams, partial to forever.
The spirit is webbed in its
Beauty, inspired by her
Melody, dancing before
The stars. She’s a religious
Vision, made flesh by a
Divine force. She seizes
The senses, intoxicating
The soul ‘till slanted. She’s
An afflatus, a poetic weft
Seeping into the lover’s
Soul. She’s an object of
Prayer, as sacred as the
Sacraments. She infuses
The spirit with divinity
Soothing the ache of
Loneliness. But she is also
A mystery, as perplexing
As mystic darkness. She
Befuddles the lover, for
Her nature is twofold.
How does one un-riddle
The maze?—for she is a
Magical koan, even the
Ultimate treasure-trove.
Stare into the soul‘s eye.
She is present, the color of
Infinity, making wise the
Heart. She is a dynasty, an
Opalescent kingdom—
Comfort of the burning
Spirit. She sets aflame the
Senses. One is then athirst
For her nature, tiptoeing
Upon the shadows of her
Design. Love was never
Truer than the moment it
Became both distant and
Attainable. Such a flame,
Etching into one’s intentions.
She has become the totality
Of hope, elevating souls.
 cesska
Joined: 11/7/2011
Msg: 1942
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VII (Tonight I love again.)
Posted: 4/21/2013 10:08:53 PM
THE ones i loved
did not love me

oh i was loved
but not by my love
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1943
VII (Tonight I love again.)
Posted: 4/23/2013 4:00:31 PM
Thanxz for stopping by, cesska.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1944
VII (Tonight I love again.)
Posted: 4/26/2013 8:34:41 PM
Moved

So brilliantly astute, she
Captivates with ease,
Streaming through one’s
Consciousness.

Such an apt and notable
Soul, she intrigues
Unknowingly. I was
Moved by her presence.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1945
VII (Tonight I love again.)
Posted: 5/7/2013 10:23:13 PM
Filch me from myself
Lest I swivet unto oblivion
For night speaks of amore
But sunlight speaks of woe
For night is but a dream
While sunlight is such truth.

If only I would shy away
From my ambition, I would
Nolonger yearn for heaven’s
Mistress—I would be free
Or rather unattached. But
This is but a myth.

To picklock a vision, should
It then manifest in depth a
Weary spirit? Should it then
Bless a splintered soul?—for
An iron collar is about my
Heart, lest I find my Love.

I tremble to imagine the dove
Of my fancy, longing within
My arms; that love would
Never dissipate, but ever
Multiply. But I am merely a
Fantast, enlove with Spirit.

Since before birth, I’ve been
Deeply smitten, consumed by
Ideals, overly romantic. Tell
Me that my hopes are not in
Vain. Tell me that I shall
Come face to face with Love.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1946
VII (Tonight I love again.)
Posted: 5/8/2013 8:10:30 PM
Love is a mystery. Love is a giant
Flooding the senses. How shall we
Conquer love!—for we are deeply
Wounded by love.
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 1947
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VII (Tonight I love again.)
Posted: 5/8/2013 8:51:17 PM
life's road-map gently traced
in his deepening expression
sometimes seeing anticipation
other times a quiet reflection
always with love he looks at me
does he see me or another somebody...
perhaps he sees through his perception
the one who was his special connection
the one meant to be with him your life
the one who vowed to be his wife
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 1948
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VII (Tonight I love again.)
Posted: 5/9/2013 11:58:17 AM
written July 1st, 2010
(on my parents' 59th anniversary)



I guess I am the test
living this life of love and unrest
finding the key that balances me
seems to be my creativity
for when it is free
love flows through me
and thankfully
when I am happy
it flows unconditionally
but when I am closed
then stress starts to take hold
'till I remember to breathe
which releases my body
so then I can be
the loving me
then I can see
our unity
then I can feel
what's false and what's real
knowing fully
it's all energy
rising like the tide of the sea
crashing in waves all around me
then a peacefulness appears
I've been growing for years
that eases my fears
and changes my gears
that's here to remind me
to love unconditionally
for anything less
deprives me of my happiness
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1949
VII (Tonight I love again.)
Posted: 5/9/2013 12:18:25 PM
WeAre1, I think these two pieces of art capture something special. Each one speaks of love and its manifold colors. I thank you for placing them here for everyone to read.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1950
VII (Tonight I love again.)
Posted: 5/9/2013 3:19:41 PM
It was never our place to love,
For love is an ethereal claim,
A montage of emotions—thus
Who loves sincerely?

Rather,
What is love? It’s more than
A feeling. It’s similar to Satori,
For it happens suddenly—

Confounding reason, where
Memories of the wellbeloved
Trigger a physiological response.
For this reason, it was never our

Place to love, for we are
Strangers, adrift upon a star,
Absorbing mystic waves,
Playing pretend with images

In the mirror. Aside for energy,
We have never felt such a
Response. If otherwise, it
Remains a secret, stored in the

Recesses of a thought. We,
However, deserve the claim of
Love, if only to touch fragments
Of divinity, by way of a human

Soul. Else we exist upon a
Blank canvas, pondering a
Masterpiece.
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 1951
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VII (Tonight I love again.)
Posted: 5/10/2013 4:01:31 AM
^^ ahhh...beautiful. brings tears. touches somewhere familiar.


'knit together with care'
everyone, everywhere
all things we be
and hear and see
all things above
and all below
all from within
yes, it's all thrown in
to this great web
our consciousness weaves
all sewn together
angels and thieves
all are as one
though not really the same
two sides of a coin
the sane and insane
the highs and lows
the joys and woes
the love of the heart
from before it all start
to re-create itself all the time
through the rhythm and rhyme
for to see through One's perception
to see in the reflection
of your eyes and mine
is to peak, sometimes speak
of what's truly divine



written 27th June, 2011, edited this morning...first line wasn't mine
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1952
VII (Tonight I love again.)
Posted: 5/10/2013 1:58:48 PM
^^^Everything is assuredly one. It is similar to how all riviers flow into the seas and all seas flow into the rivers. Your poem captures this reality. I thank you for posting it here.

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Ancient passions besiege the soul.
We are engulfed by emotions. Our
Inward compass is overwhelmed.
We are afflicted by nature.
 wool_c
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 1953
VII (Tonight I love again.)
Posted: 5/12/2013 8:22:47 AM
Peeling back the layers of this onion I find
sympathy for an abusive father
and resentment for the mother who left me behind.

Feeling these feelings for the first time in many years..

As the days creep closer to the arrival of my first child
a small amount of "knowing" creeps with them and
as the years fly by I must kiss them and give thanks to the answers
that they bring.
(some days you gotta put on your boots and just be determined to sing)

Beyond all fears, doubts, & the unknown

My mother's arms are still the place that I call "home."

<3


(Random Mother's Day ramblings...)
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1954
VII (Tonight I love again.)
Posted: 5/13/2013 11:35:56 AM
^^^It is good to get it out at times. The beauty of it is you are still able to love. I thank you for placing this piece here. It gives us all something to ponder upon.

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My winsome, mystic amore,
Architect of infinity, leave
Me not atwitter, but ope to
Me divinity, lest I perish.

You are my ideal, opalescent
Within visions, soothing my
Aching wound. This is my
Hope, let us manifest love.
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