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Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2005
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Cigarettes, wine and coffee filled
The air
Playwrights and poets chided
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
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2006
I could never possess her
Posted: 8/10/2013 5:28:51 PM
I could never possess her

She offered me a caveat: “never
Fall in-love with me, for I will
Destroy you.” But her features,
They vetoed my intellect, and
Seized my members. I was
Wrapped in attraction. My
Ambition was to become one
With lust. Naked, she stood
Before me: I melted. She was
A vision extracted from the
Mind of Van Gogh. I entered
A demigod. But love was lost in
The mountains. My intention
Was at war with reality. How
Would I confess my love to a
Woman that disdained love?

It wouldn’t sustain through sun
Fall. But passions were
Exploding within. She was an
Enigma, a surreal entity, with a
Straightforward voice. Mystery
Was webbed in desire. My soul
Gamboled in her presence, but
She was adrift through the winds.
I was exhausted, trying to hide
The depth of my affections. She
Spoke upon the hidden: “are you
In-love with me?” I panic’d and
Lied, denying the scent of love:
She knew that I was evading the
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2007
I could never possess her
Posted: 8/12/2013 1:08:13 PM
Sonnet 14 - If thou must love me, let it be for nought
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
'I love her for her smile—her look—her way
Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day'—
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,—and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,—
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2008
Posted: 8/12/2013 2:48:18 PM
I love you for…

I love you for nothing other than
Your aura, compassion, and spirit.
I love you for nothing other than
Your features, disposition, and
Passion. I love you both with and
Without qualification. I love you
As the sun rises, settles, and drifts
Through its cycle. I love you as
Night decorates the stars, as moons
Orbit the galaxy, and as the seas
Mold the surface of the mountains.
I love you with every line of poesy,
Streaming through the cosmic soul,
Stirring within the art of expression.
I love you for your strengths, your
Weaknesses, your dreams; I love
You for your wisdom, your hopes,
Your balance; and I love you for
Your gifts, your energy, your ethics.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2009
Posted: 8/13/2013 12:31:28 PM
Smitten with another

She struck a pose. She gestured. But
The air of romance was wanting, for
I was besotted with another. She
Would become my bane, my sore,
My aching gloom. Her scent is amber.
It awakens the spirit. Wherefore, I
Pine near the mouth of the brook,
Hoping incessantly. Then again I sigh
And drift unto the skyline, picturing
My muse clad in my affections. She
Inspirits, ensouls, and juvenates unto
A marvelous revelation. Within me,
She ballets, dancing artfully. A web
Has captured me, but forever I ebb.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2010
Lovers Lot
Posted: 8/13/2013 3:21:41 PM
Lovers Lot

We account for love, lost in its agenda.
Its impact has fractured our hearts—
Leaving us bleeding love. Every draft
Is an unspoken love letter, impatient to
Be read by the beloved. Let the captions
In the gazette read: “Lovers perish in
The arms of love.” Words are deficient.
They fail to unlock the depth of love;
They fail to convey the root of love’s
Sensation; but evermore, we employ
Such words, if only to capture a fraction
Of our passion. The beloved is a world
Of intensity, setting the soul in motion,
Where love becomes an embedded scroll.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2011
Lovers Lot
Posted: 8/13/2013 3:52:31 PM

Poetry is the study of the universe,
My love. But the cosmos fail to
Encapsulate the intensity of love’s
Inflection. Thus, I’m ill-equipped.
Nevertheless, I’m pressed to paint
A sketch of love’s impression.
You’ve given me life, my love. I’m
Awake, basking in your essence,
Moved by the timetable of love. My
Being is ablaze with passion. A series
Of emotions are bedecking my inner-
Sanctum. Your enshrined, my love—
A spirit infusing the best in me. You
Enliven my soul, and ignite my heart.
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 2012
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Lovers Lot
Posted: 8/14/2013 4:59:19 AM
the heart's ignition
the heart's admission
it beats in rhythm
with the universe
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2013
Lover's Lot
Posted: 8/14/2013 12:44:04 PM
WeAre1, it is always a pleasure. The heart is the key, as is the spirit and soul.

Summer Romance

With alacrity twain souls embarked upon
A fleeting affair. They nibbled upon the
Fruits of eternity, unaware of darkest fate.
Affairs of the heart are often cryptic. But
The key to love would infect the spirit, for
Mystery is an aphrodisiac, and that found
Static is at once found offensive. Swiftly,
They climbed to the apex of satiation:
Loving, aching, and pulsating through the
Heat of sexual intensity. Something so
Compelling would be rocked at its base.
The kingdom of love suffered invasion. A
Foreign heartbeat seduced a well-beloved.
And the bond of twain souls shattered.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2014
Mystic Web
Posted: 8/14/2013 2:40:00 PM
Mystic Web

Her aroma is mystic.
She trespasses between heartbeats.
Her magic is both impalpable and
Experiential. I see her as I lean
Upon the sky.
She has strengthened my roots.
But there’s a banner etched in concrete.
Upon which my love stands naked.
But my fair maiden is a sphinx, a
Psychological tease, haunted by
A melancholic splinter.
Impatient, fastidious, and cryptic,
She’s a lover’s maze, skilled in the
Arts, a melodramatic queen.
Abracadabra, my mystic amore.
You’re an incantation, streaming
Through my subconscious, plaguing
Me heavily.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2015
Mystic Web
Posted: 8/14/2013 3:36:16 PM

I am not jealous
of what came before me.

Come with a man
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river
full of drowned men
which flows down to the wild sea,
to the eternal surf, to Time!

Bring them all
to where I am waiting for you;
we shall always be alone,
we shall always be you and I
alone on earth,
to start our life!

by Pablo Neruda
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2016
Mystic Web
Posted: 8/14/2013 8:35:40 PM
Torn Between Lovers

You were there in my soul, bleeding through
The core, wounded forevermore; and I loved
Your wound, drinking to the full of spirit. We
Died in the youth of our affections, fettered to
Eternity, contorted within the winds. Forever
Was our crutch, exhaling between heartbeats,
Consecrating the kiss of our suffering. Within
A vision, passions unlocked a dam, and sexual
Tension found its expression in an explosion.
We simultaneously fell apart, exhausted for
The moment, vowing forevermore. But love is
A speckled pattern, a damaged sketch, where
The beloved suffered from a split hair. But
We loved our wound, bleeding forevermore.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2017
Mystic Web
Posted: 8/16/2013 8:49:58 PM
Love Unheard

Let me revitalize your soul
And induce your beating flame.
Let us rendezvous between the
Flux of hearts, unashamed.

Within your sphere I panic,
Afraid you may see me—the
Intensity of my fervor—my
Ache, my flare. Tragic opera

Depicts my fears—to die
Loveless, drenched in tears—
To want and crave, alive inside,
But unheard by my beloved.

Is this the lot of the one that loves?—
To perish through heartbeats?—
Yearning for the affection of love,
Searching endlessly the pleats.

I’m a dream unseen, roaming
Through the valley of longing,
Hoping the spirit shall effervesce,
Hoping that with love I shall rest.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2018
Posted: 8/17/2013 3:21:05 PM
I saw you in a portrait
And instantly fell through time.
Your physique is that of Wisdom.
I was lost between breasts that suffered.
I wanted to tenderly swaddle your heart,
To nurture your wounds,
While we nestled within the clouds of injustice.
I was too aroused by your nakedness.
Your flesh appeared milky, the texture of silk.
But I imagined gratuitous hands violating divinity:
The cries for mercy, the silence of defeat,
The feeling of subjugation.
But despite Satan, God learned to smile.
Smile Josephine, smile!
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2019
Posted: 8/18/2013 5:30:08 PM
Three Women

She possesses catalog perfect beauty.
I could exhaust a dictionary speaking of her looks.
But deep seated anguish shadows her eyes.
There’s another beauty, immortalized in scripture.
She longs for picture perfection, a scar in her soul.
Sorrow is depicted in her penmanship, poise, and gait.
She can’t escape the sensation of ugliness—thus, she
Avoids mirrors, but her beauty is forever.
Another distorts reality, forsakes innocence, and begs
For the validation of strangers—thus, contentment
Is found in phantasmagorias: a false impression
Comforts the soul.
We can’t imagine the worth of our reflections,
Exploited by the world.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2020
Mystic Web
Posted: 8/18/2013 6:47:10 PM
Reality Conflicts with Reality

I took emotional inventory, and found that
I am running into a brick wall, favoring
Hope, drinking from the cistern of illusion.
Analyze my dream: we are heaven bound,
Loving within the meadows, saturated by
The presence of us. But this is a fiction. My
Reality is longing, convincing myself that
Brokenness justifies itself, afflicted by an
Image in the mirror. A war is taking place
In my heart. But make an arrangement on
My behave: Tell her that I love the depth of
Pain. Tell her that she causes my bluebird to
Sing, albeit, caged. Tell her to free me, for
Her touch is mystic, and her ache is magnetic.
Joined: 11/7/2011
Msg: 2021
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Mystic Web
Posted: 8/18/2013 9:36:29 PM
loved Josephine and 3 women
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2022
Mystic Web
Posted: 8/19/2013 4:32:42 PM
I am glad that you enjoyed them, Cesska.

Destroy His Child

Were you suffering from emotional atrophy?
Why would you permit a vulture to impregnate you?
He used and misused you, wherefore, you sought revenge.
But he disappeared with the wind and sought another woman.
Wherefore, I was forced to suffer in his absence.
You were a monster, and you loved it.
You were psychologically unstable, plus, addicted to crack.
I watched you deteriorate in fragments, ashamed of your ghetto glory.
You were skilled at venality, but you swore you would never turn a trick.
I witnessed madness. You exposed a nation to cocaine.
I remember your heinous ways. They haunt my reflection.
You were determined to destroy me.
You introduced me to the misery of God.
But I survived Satan’s prison. Wherefore, I love you.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2023
Mystic Web
Posted: 8/20/2013 2:48:11 PM
Exhausted Love

My beloved,
Without notice a magnet entered
My heart, drawing me towards infinity.
My attraction is surreal, my love:
Elusive, arcane, and Delphic. Thus,
I was astonished to hear you utter, “I love you.”
Such words resonated within, harpooning
My soul, shocking my system.
We embarked upon our journey, absorbed
In expression, loving unto the birth of
New dimensions.
But immortality wouldn’t favor our love.
We were severed at the core, dying in segments.
The words—I love you—became mundane.
We perished in the arms of radiance,
Mourning the death of our amore.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2024
Mystic Web
Posted: 8/20/2013 3:56:54 PM
Love, come hither

Ballet me a poem, my love,
Sing me an opera.
Indeed, manipulate the piano of my soul,
For I’m a fantast, cleaving to a dream.
You possess the flare of Marlyn Monroe:
So provocative, alluring, and picturesque.
And you possess the stature of a goddess:
So mystique, mystical, and divine.
I’m impatient to decode the arithmetic of
Love, to muse upon the cryptic message of
Amore, for I’m trekking through the
Mountain, thirsting for the rhythm of, my
Amore. Leave me not to tiptoe upon the
Apparatus of loneliness. Instead, mend my
Leaking spirit. Heal me with the touch of
Your love.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2025
Mystic Web
Posted: 8/21/2013 12:52:35 PM
Sacred Burden

The yoke of eternity is pulsating
In my soul. Hear my voiceprint, my love,
For a volcano has erupted spirit—let
Us voyage forever, my love.
The zephyrs whisper softly. They speak
Of substance, and the measure of amore.
Songbirds are wailing in agony, for they feel
Our rift. It has permeated the core.
My fairest beauty—let us heal forevermore.
Let us stream through the waves, immersed
In a lovelock, swooning to the rhythm of
Our curse.
The sound of thunder is resonating within.
Where is my ladybug, my heartbeat, my sin?
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2026
Mystic Web
Posted: 8/21/2013 2:46:50 PM

My beliefs are made of marble.
But I’m grasping at straws. The
Music of my life is scarred and
Stunning. She amazes my soul,
Nurtures my ego, and mesmerizes
My mind. We’re at peace, adrift
The seven seas, mastering the
Rainstorm, the flux of existence.
She’s a queen in my eyes, a holy
Quilt, wrapping me in the arms of
Ecstasy. She’s the salt of the earth,
The taste of harmony, a seed
Blossoming within the heavens.
I’m positioned, empowered, and
Dearly inspired. My love is an
Afflatus—the passion of my prose,
Giving me both light and purpose.
Electric waves ripple through our
Beings, simultaneously our hearts
Thump. We’re the sign of infinity,
A sacred song thrusting us through
The universe. She’s my thunder, and
I’m her lightening. Our rhythm is
Majestic, a mystic spark, wherefore,
We stream forevermore.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2027
Mystic Web
Posted: 8/22/2013 4:04:12 PM

I’m longing to live, my love,
Torn through the soul, begging
God for forgiveness; for I’m a
Lustful spirit, subject to sin. But
My love is a godly creation,
Tiptoeing upon the symbols of
My compass. Furnish my mind.
Endow me with the motion of
Your passions, for matrimony is
My intention: I desire my love
Forevermore. But what of the
Magnets that shall come? What
If they drag my soul through
Eden? I would then be at the
Mercy of my loins. But love is
A powerful motivation. And I
Yearn for my love with all of
My future.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2028
Dear Water
Posted: 8/23/2013 3:32:30 PM
Dear Water

Become my harmony, my pulsation,
My hydrant, my motivation…
—for you’re an island I can’t reach,
A kettle I can’t touch, even a ship I
Can’t sail. What is this breach of soul?
It haunts me, a fracture in my spirit,
The instrument of my grief. Tell me
There’s a key, for I’m trekking through
The desert without a canteen, searching
For a cactus. Water me, my love;
Saturate me with kisses; for I long for
Your embrace, communing with eternity,
To unlock my sacred koan. Indeed, I’m
Sick and sore, thirsting for my fountain.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2029
Dear Water
Posted: 8/24/2013 1:47:45 PM

I would rather perish, my love.
Let the ghost vouchsafe me…
—for I’m dying in segments,
Screaming goodbye to myself.
Furnish me with your affections,
Else I pine for a delusion, aimless
In the fields of the city. My life
Has become fiction, a stranger’s
Dream. Wherefore, an earthquake
Is within me, causing my spirit to
Tremble. Beckon me to the gates,
My love. Permit me entrance into
Your palace… for you’re a rare
Creature, the passion of my soul.
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