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 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1981
To Confess the Touch of LovePage 22 of 91    (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, 47, 48)
[In Celebration of my Muse]

Ignescent passions have thrashed
A sacred soul. Love has affected
My psyche, slanting my perception.
My muse is a mythical reality,
Charged with the hearts of men. I
Walk, adrift a vision, whet to touch
The spirit of my angelic amore. She’s
A transcendent creature, in tune with
The scars of humanity, illuminating
Divinity with her graces. So winsome.
So genteel. She’s the sister of majesty,
Flooding my senses with her presence.
She causes the spirit to soar, where
Poesy flows through the current of
Artistry. But it’s impossible to capture
Her mystique. One is favored to catch
A glimpse. Wherefore, one is ever
Driven to touch the semblance of
Infinity. Poets have written of her beauty.
She intoxicates the content of literature.
She’s an unbelievable manifestation,
An intellectual savant. Her gestures
Place the artist in a trance, where life
Takes on a mystical dimension. Her
Characteristics are ethereal, inspiring
Ideals. She lives in the sphere of
Intuition, speaking to the Human
Condition. She aspires to perfection,
A model of par excellence, wherefore
Men are whet to meet her acquaintance.
When she speaks she hypnotizes the
Audience. She unlocks the depth of
Admiration. She’s a combination of all
The goddesses. Wherefore, her vibration
Tears through humanity, captivating the
Hearts of susceptible souls. She’s a
Tantalizing woman, a dreamlike entity,
A spiritual frequency, impassioning my
Soul. I long to read into her personality,
To search into the well of her godself.
She has moved me deeply, enchanting
My senses, by the powers of motion.
She is a heavenly gift, coloring the
Passions of humanity.
 cesska
Joined: 11/7/2011
Msg: 1982
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History
To Confess the Touch of Love
Posted: 7/9/2013 9:29:09 PM
she loved him enough to kill for him
no one was to ruin his happiness
even tho it took her from him

I 've never loved like that
 fishundone
Joined: 7/1/2013
Msg: 1983
Between men and women
Posted: 7/11/2013 9:08:24 AM
Tears fall like shards
Words trapped in her vocal chords
Heart clenching for moments pass
Mind scattered across the map
Feeling immobile wrapped in turmoil
feeling she cannot last
She wants to be beside him
She want's to walk in his life
She does not ask for turbulence
nor a million man march broke up in fights

Those shards he feels
He spits them out yet still yields
to those around who judge, doubt and steal
His heart clenches in those very same moments
distressed when she is lost
He grips his life and struggles to communicate when his words are mocked
He's ready to break the bones of men who shake her indecent
His wish is her to be safe, comfortable and content
to share his life, his eyes, his outlook morning to night
One in a million feels the millions pain
to see her in vain
feel's the millions pain to see her dreams and life drained
kept from her life deserved
still to this day
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1984
A Silent Community
Posted: 7/11/2013 2:54:47 PM
I thank you both for coloring the thread with beauty. And I look forward to reading your poems in the future.
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[A Silent Community]

We were neophytes, excited to exist.
Thus, we drank from every cistern.

“Why are you standing in the rain?
You will catch pneumonia.”

“I’m standing in the rain for comfort.
My father left me through the rain?
My soul is nervous, riddled with
Confusion.”

Time partially heals wounds. Thus,
The walls are bleeding, the windows
Have shattered, and the sky is hidden.

Wherefore, children are falling apart
In private. They’ve been made privy
To the depth of pain, the depth of
Hunger, and the depth of lies.

Mothers are the symbols of sacrifice.
Often despair discolors their expression.
Sons become confidants.

A tinge of discontent is ever with us.
We’re dwellers of the shadow, eager to
Paint our picture, but nobody’s interested.

Waves of sorrow ripple through our
Community. Our souls are exhausted. Our
Song is laced with misery.

Tears water our gardens. And Rottweilers
Guard our countenances. Thus, joy appears
Foreign. And hope takes forever.

We are in dire need of a new message. One
That doesn’t glorify suffering.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1985
VII (Tonight I love again.)
Posted: 7/14/2013 12:48:11 PM
An orchestra is resonant within.
A rare treasure has taken the stage.

She embodies femininity.

I’m at once adrift a utopian island.
In essence, I’m whet for a lovelock.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1986
VII (Tonight I love again.)
Posted: 7/15/2013 1:32:02 PM
My esoteric amore,
Let us rendezvous in Eden:
Ever alive, complete, partaking
Of the fruit of wisdom.

Let us dance forevermore;

For bucolic imagery colors our
Portrait. Aloft, we are a poetic
Vision.

My amore, my cynosure, my
Melodic beloved, time is but a
Deceptive blur, for we are
Eternity.

It’s more than a myth, my love,
Through angelic eyes, I behold
An esoteric reality.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1987
Blemished Diamond
Posted: 7/15/2013 1:50:36 PM
What a demure disposition.
But a harlot dwells therein.

Nevertheless, mankind wishes
Desperately to tame Rahab.

Seduction envelopes her person.
She’s the embodiment of lust.

It’s a blessing and a curse.
She’s possessed by both worlds.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1988
Blemished Diamond
Posted: 7/15/2013 7:55:20 PM
Seduce me slowly, my love.
Tantalize my senses.

Yes, I am deeply enchanted,
Moved unto tacit elation.

Motion has beckoned us near.
The gods have pardoned us.

And

The fragrance of lust is heavy
In the breeze. We’re captured.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1989
Life’s Ebb
Posted: 7/16/2013 2:26:02 PM
[Life’s Ebb]

Lost. Searching for meaning.
Exploited by various traditions.
Disappointed. Jaded. Walking
Through a blackdamp and
Wrestling with a blackthorn.
Existence is a religion, seeping
Into the fabric of society. And
Man has a dream to sale.

Lost souls are buying, easily
Exploited. And the appeal of
Spirit is devastating the nation.
Humanity is up for purchase.
And everyone is looking for a
Promise.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1990
Blemished Diamond
Posted: 7/18/2013 3:16:52 PM
Exaltation II

I give way to doting.
It electrifies the soul.
To fall into the beauty of perfection,
To feel emotions stirring,
What else could bestow such pleasure?
The subject of my affection is flawless,
Dazzling, and mystifying.
She’s an effulgent reality, faultless
In her disposition.
She intrigues unknowingly—
An unassuming soul.
She’s a maze of disbelief, a matrix
Of unreality.
I muse upon her features, losing
Myself in her characteristics.
She personifies the best of humanity.

She’s a surreal entity,
So Junoesque, so lissome. To be in her
Presence enlivens the senses. To hear
Her articulate theories
Awakens the spirit.
She’s the force of a mystical mantra,
Captivating through unconscious
Gestures.
She dwells between heartbeats,
Arousing hidden passions. She’s a
Heartthrob, an inrush of electricity,
Flooding souls with illumination.
She personifies the best of humanity.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1991
Blemished Diamond
Posted: 7/22/2013 2:27:28 PM
Love’s Vibration

My heart is aflame.
Love has imprisoned me.
My joy is a mystic maiden,
The subject of my passions.
She overflows with presence.
I’m captured by her vibe,
She’s the epitome of sensuality—
My soul’s antidote.

My spirit is afire.
My maiden’s undulation is
Surging through my being.
She has become my axiom, my
Manifest vision.
I love her with the fervor of God.
My affections are hers to cherish.
We shall love beyond the grave.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1992
Observations or Pessimism
Posted: 7/24/2013 3:55:59 PM
Observations or Pessimism

Tarnished but hopeful
Awaiting a resurrected dream! We’re

Faulted for love, but loving anxiously.

The world is depressed, tussling with
Strangers in the mirror, philosophically
Fornicating, starving for joy.

Fragments of humanity drift through
The breeze. We’re grappling with our
Neighbor’s ideals, exiled to our
Insecurities.

Existence is a parable, laced with sorrow.
We lose ourselves in the theories of
Others. We swear by, and perish for, the
Fables of the dead.

Individuality is frowned upon. Hegemony
Is favored.

The world is a masquerade, unfamiliar
With itself, suspicious of other masks, but
Eager to play pretend.

Everybody is a maestro, but someone else is
Conducting their orchestra. Leaders are rare,
And often scorned.

The fragrance of inadequacy is ubiquitous.
Parents are raising doormats. Adults are
Pliable, to the extent of invisibility.

The ruling class is making derision of the
Underdog, confined to their prison.

Everyone is better than someone, but
Everyone is suffering from similar afflictions.

Those able to see hunger for a solution. But
Unity is a catchphrase, exploited by the
Powerful.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1993
Blemished Diamond
Posted: 7/25/2013 2:57:40 PM
Radiant love.
Affectionate reciprocation.
Such hearts are stolen,
Solely at the mercy of love.

Let us flit forever,
Embodied as one,
Partaking of the fruits of Eden.
This is our dream.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1994
Blemished Diamond
Posted: 7/26/2013 12:16:27 PM
Indeed, it is the heart of the matter. It's what we yearn for, from the right person, that is.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1995
Love lives and Love dies
Posted: 7/26/2013 1:03:23 PM
[Love lives and Love dies]

Energy fields crossed.
Vibrations overwhelmed.
We were electrified.

Tears gave birth to joy.

Equally smitten
Alive with passion
We merged.

Why is life so cruel?

Our balloon deflated.
Our emotions were altered.
Ecstasy turned into resentment.
We shifted through awkwardness.

We disappeared
Absent from ourselves
Avoiding loveless arms.

How did love shatter?—
Turning into tragic art.
 cesska
Joined: 11/7/2011
Msg: 1996
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Love lives and Love dies
Posted: 7/26/2013 8:23:09 PM
everyday life
turned our fantasy
into ashes
the sweetness is gone
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1997
Love lives and Love dies
Posted: 7/27/2013 3:23:46 PM
Deep Cesska. Very deep.
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Turquoise Skies

Vagueness envelopes the heart, and
Identity is a mutable monster. How
Shall we love?

You are in my mirror, weeping as
Night falls, lost in the spirits. I run
To you with open arms, but there is
A river between us.

I love you despite the depression,
Knowing that it dictates your
Expressions, wherefore, you fall apart
Spontaneously in the face of love.

Let our story be told in turquoise.
And know that true love ends in
Tragedy. Notwithstanding, we have
Lived to love, laden with trepidation.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1998
Love lives and Love dies
Posted: 8/2/2013 6:52:25 PM
We met in the streets

Her eyes were burgundy.
Her aura was lofty. And
Her raincoat was filthy.
She ran on and on about
Her art. I was curious. So
I requested to see some of
Her work. She said “sure,
Let’s go to my place.”
We walked for nearly an
Hour. Then we came to
This bright white house,
With brown trimming.
The front door was made
Of oak. Upon entering,
The walls were decorated
With sketches, beautiful
Portraits. The images were
Portrayals of tragedy and
Romance. I was taken by
The sheer aesthetic. I made
Known my enthusiasm.
She nonchalantly nodded
Her head. I asked her
What inspires her. She
Said, “it certainly isn’t
God.” Then she sashayed
To the bar and poured
Herself a stiff drink—
One after another. She
Then begin laughing.
I asked her what was so
Funny. She said, “we’re
All desperate puppets,
Unaware of the
Puppeteer, and we spend
Most of our lives in
Sadness.” She then went
Back to guzzling. The
Situation was peculiar
Enough. She then begin
To undress. But she told
Me I couldn’t touch her:
She just wanted to
Striptease.
 wool_c
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 1999
Love/Sick
Posted: 8/3/2013 6:18:41 AM
Inspired by the write above...


I need you to want me.
I need you close enough to where the tip touches,
but I need you to know that I will not so much as
put my hands on it.
I just need you to want me.
You will not have me like the men who did in past years.
You will not cause me to shed one single tear.
I will pour gasoline over your body
and set you aflame....
so that you may rise from the ashes to start all over again.
Don't touch me....unless it's "right there"
and unless when you fall in love I can say "I never claimed to care."
I just need you to want me.
I just need you
I just need


I just....
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2000
Love/Sick
Posted: 8/3/2013 4:12:13 PM
Inspired by the write above...

You need for me to die for you.
You need me close enough to perish in degrees.
You need me to feel deep-seated rejection,
While you bathe in seduction.
You need for me to want you without promise.
Your lovers are worthy of mistreating you,
But I am not worthy of entering you.
You’ve determined misfortune and tears,
Heartache and wrenching upheaval.
You’ve given your past control of your future.
You need for me to die for you.
And what a cruel death you have imagined for me.
But I am more than a phoenix, I am immortality.
Would you touch if I vowed to die for you?—
If it was “right there?”
But you desire love, that you may reject love—
That you may leave me to perish in fragments—
It’s a sickness, your sickness—
To feel seductive at the expense of my soul.
I need more than rejection.
I need more than images.
I need more than seduction.
I need more.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2001
Undeniable
Posted: 8/4/2013 2:20:24 PM
Undeniable

She must have been compelling
In beauty, hypnotizing, electrifying.
The king fell under her spell. He
Had to enter her. The web became
Tangled. Innocence blood spilt
Upon the earth. The dirt testified
To God. A son would perish for
Their sin. The king mourned in the
Pit of his spirit, but death was sent
To his doorstep. The king was
Reborn. He had a feast. Why
Should he mourn the living?
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2002
I needed more
Posted: 8/5/2013 4:37:43 PM
I needed more

I was at the epitome of my ambivalence,
Intoxicated, staggering through the valley
Of death, where aberrant souls dwell
Within the ambiance of melancholic webs
And the abyss of despair. I was in need of
A panacea, a tangible antidote, to revive
My spirit, because I was riddled with
Poison, wherefore, my disposition was
Both morose and acidic. I read aphorisms
And psalms, and I spoke with priest, pastors
And deacons, but the human condition was
An axiom suffocating my lungs. I drowned
My worries in liquor, horrifying my liver.
I was perishing within the parentheses of an
Existential prison, where the bars were made
Of razors, and the concrete was topped in
Sulfur. Life lost its luster. I no-longer loved
It as a child loves her parents. Existence
Needed to validate its claims. And I desired
More than philosophy, both metaphysical
And scientific. I needed to encounter the
Kernel of existence, whereby the purpose of
Suffering would become self-explanatory.
I needed more than knowledge could supply.
And the depth of religion is faith. Where
Would I turn? The solution is still wanting.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2003
I needed more
Posted: 8/6/2013 2:11:36 PM
An expression

Let me express my love as I
Drift into summer foliage.
You’re as rare as a ghost orchid,
But you dwell within my subconscious.
I feel you and emotions erupt.
I’ve confessed my love to American
Goldfinches, praying they reveal to
You such love. Live with me through
Existence, teach me to sale forever,
For I love you as Zeus loved Asteria.
But I’m unwilling to dote over an
Illusion. Find me before nightfall, lest
I’m forced to deceive my mind.
Steal me from fantasy, and concretize
My heart’s desire, for ours would be a
Carnival, filled with joyous rides. I’ve
Expressed but a fraction of my love,
But know such love supports a castle
In the shy, where you’re my queen,
And I’m your king.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2004
I needed more
Posted: 8/6/2013 2:45:25 PM
An expression II

Galvanized! Electricity is surging through
My veins. Passion has set my soul aflame.
I’m lost in the jungle, befriending the
Leopards, hoping to trespass your heart.
Tell me love is near, aboard a small vessel,
Scheduled to reach the dock momentarily.
Tell me the spirit of love is in you, pining
For my affections, burning for my love.
Am I dreaming—a fantast lost in the winds?
I realize some of the flowers are poisoned,
But pick me during the season of bloom.
I’ll be the one with the longest stem, bright
As the moon, fawning for reciprocation.
Indeed my aporia, I’m whet for you to
Furnish my soul and juvenate my being.
Indeed, awaken me to the heights of love,
Give definition to the clouds, for I love you.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2005
At the party
Posted: 8/10/2013 3:53:54 PM
Cigarettes, wine and coffee filled
The air
Playwrights and poets chided
Greenhorns
The love of art chained souls, one
To another
Metaphorical conversation was
The pride of the scene
Sonnets were recited
But brevity won the prize
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