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Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2030
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Love me forevermore, and I shall love you forevermore.
Let us merge with passion, our symbolic thunder.
Upon the wharf of eternity, let us drown in diamond eyes…
—for our souls are screaming, falling to the earth.
We were born to dance—to live poetry.
Let us not live as mannequins, un-alive, and static.
Instead, as the church is kinetic, let us become motion.
Our dreams have become theatrical, depicted on stage.
We’re bleeding love, adrift the zephyrs; and
We’re indebted to mystery, mystically sailing.
In fact, we’re the emblems of music, waving soundlessly.
Let us nurture love, my burning amore, for
We’re destined to become—to give existence.
Indeed, my fair maiden, let us love forevermore.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2031
Mystic Web
Posted: 8/29/2013 8:22:36 PM
When Passion Wails

I have travelled the world to know you,
To caress your soul, to nurture your womb.
Seduce me, and I shall manipulate your
Emotions. Move my spirit coquettishly.
Does it drip unto a puddle upon satin sheets?
Does it grip forevermore? I envision friction
And exhaustion. Is it scentless, or is the
Scent subtle and exhilarating? I’m filled with
Fire and overwhelmed with temperature.
If I enter gently, will you guide my hips
Unto passionate frenzy?—for I’m aflame
With fever. Beckon me to your chambers.
Sink your fangs into my neckline. Suckle ‘til
The blood knots. Tease my phallic thrust.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2032
Mystic Web
Posted: 8/30/2013 3:41:34 PM
Meditative Minx

Such affection exhibited in a mere gesture.
She exudes seduction. She’s so shameless,
And yet so pure. I’m fond of a contradiction.
Our encounters are multicolored. At times,
She’s a subtle flirt, close enough to touch.
Then she’s intensely aloof, icy, and distant.
I weather the storm, for the sun shall shine.

She embodies electricity, a magnetic wave,
Surging through the hearts of humanity. I’m
Filled with ardor, and an esoteric language.
I dare not utter my infatuation, but I burn
For amore. She’s an incantation, hypnotizing
Souls, setting spirits to soar. I long in silence
For the essence of a meditative minx.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2033
Mystic Web
Posted: 8/30/2013 4:33:46 PM
We Should

Isis, my love, heal my soul, saturate it with
Magic. I’m lost, adrift a tornado, pulled in
Froward directions, for you overwhelm my
System, wherefore, I perish in degrees,
Desperate to redeem myself; for we shall
Never love and moan our way unto ecstasy;
And we shall never wed in the vineyard of
Visions; instead, we shall flower within
The arms of strangers, ever disconnected,
Mourning the loss of our mirrored soul.
Thus, the hole shall fester and putrefy,
Resistant to remedy, lest we defy the gods,
Wrestle fate, and restructure the design
Of the universe.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2034
Mystic Web
Posted: 9/2/2013 5:09:01 PM
Pendulum II

I’m running a fever, my love—torn asunder,
Falling into the abyss of dreams. My affections
Seduce gloom, for love has given up the ghost.
But ours is everlasting, wherefore, love often
Resurrects, dragging us through purgatory,
Where satiation is fleeting, and our joys are
Chained to impending tears. And still, we
Cherish the thought of eternal love, awake in
Our slumber, mistaken intensity for longevity.
We’re enveloped in sickness, dancing to the
Tempo of mystic flames. We’ve created a
Monster. It lives within our spirits, afraid to
Forsake what’s familiar, thus, we’re dying in
Degrees, enlove with the haunt of death.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2035
Mystic Web
Posted: 9/4/2013 2:03:30 PM

Laugh, my love. Decorate the room with light.
Transform the sadness. Exhaust it with theories.
Invite me to trek through your trench—to bear
Witness to your scar. Share with me your soul,
For your magic is contagious. You’re a mystic
Jewel, dancing gracefully upon the symbols of
Existence. You have removed the mask. Your
Personality is naked for the world see. Reward
Me with your presence. Teach me to shed my
Carapace. Expose me to the texture of joy,
For our Beings are in agreement, communing
By way of kinetic frequencies. Thus, let us
Love forevermore. Let us journey through the
Caves, and engrave our poems therein.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2036
Mystic Web
Posted: 9/5/2013 4:28:51 PM

Such affection is taboo, but it burns as a
Glorious illumination, tearing through
The halls of my psyche. It’s unto a cosmic
Voltage, permeating the universe of
Spirit. I’m filled with flaming embers,
Ravishing the vineyards of my heart. My
Inner-dimensions are scattered abroad.
I’m off-course, adrift the cinema of
Existence. I yearn for my soul-print, my
Oshun. Without my love, I suffer from
A temporal wound, destined to perish in
The midst of composition. My sunlight,
Listen for our music, it’s the heaviest of
Spells, prompting our intuition.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2037
Mystic Web
Posted: 9/5/2013 4:59:19 PM

Beckon me to your quarters, my pagan love.
Our fervor is immortal, ageless as fair beauty.
Your presence is hypnotic, revealing the best
In me. Wherefore, I drift within deer-eyes,
Pining for a mystic lily. I thirst to taste your
Fruit—to penetrate Eden. A banner of love
Permeates heaven, depicting our love in cryptic
Letters. May the angels consecrate our bond,
Its sickness, its majesty. My love is a palace
Within the mountains, raining forth a flood in
My spirit. And I’m a storm within myself, tender
As a bruised reed, in dire need of affection.
My love, delight me with carnal secrets. Let us
Journey upon amity, partaking of love’s abyss.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2038
Posted: 9/6/2013 3:30:23 PM
Pendulum of Despair

I’ve serenaded a dream, lost in the wilderness,
Touched by the depth of reality. I’ve succumb
To a mirage, and the portrait therein has
Manipulated an orchestra. The spirit burns for
Closure, arrested by the heartstring of ecstasy.
I’m an unsung opera, seeking to unveil a
Cryptic language. She’s a contemporary
Savant, an egalitarian, fraught with wisdom.
But I’ve serenaded a dream, a self-prophecy,
Walking me to the precipice of delusion. Thus,
I must forsake a dream. But the soul is printed
With a dynasty, its image, its immortality.
I must live with an ache, afflicted by the
Pendulum of despair.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2039
Posted: 9/8/2013 2:28:17 PM

How do I shatter a padlock?—for I’m infatuated with
Resistance. A knife has penetrated my soul, witness
The shed of blood. But you could heal the schism, my
Love. Merely unfasten, and ride upon the sleigh of love.
I’m here to vet every angle, to give depth to every
Passage. Mystery has invaded the gallery of my spirit.
I’m overwhelmed by a museum of hope filled
Portraits. An animating force has imbued our
Personalities. Such passion is depicted upon the walls
Of a billion studios. Shall we ignore mystic glory?
Shall we nurture a putrid wound? I long for justice,
Scared to walk hallowed grounds, prior to the capture
Of love, for the touchstone thereof pictures our
Essence. Let live the flame, or let live our death.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2040
Improbability Gambles with Fate
Posted: 9/10/2013 2:33:50 PM
Improbability Gambles with Fate

The premise is love, its mystic magnitude, its depth.
My dearest enchantress, I adore you for the magic
You bring. You’re an earthbound angel, a rare
Diamond, torturing and terrorizing my soul, for I’m
Aflame with pelagic visions. But what if the vehicle
Was love? Confliction would than give up the ghost;
For we would bond in nest the horizon, blind in
Our affections. But I’m dearly a fantast, flattering a
Dream, for my love is resistant. Wherefore, I’m
Awash in the particles of sorrow, flustered with the
Want to soar, kneeling upon chafe knees during
Midday. But love is eternal, drenching the soul. And
Existence is surreal poetry. Thus, improbability
Edges the cliff of possibilities, gambling with fate.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2041
Improbability Gambles with Fate
Posted: 9/10/2013 3:05:11 PM

Maybe I’m antinomian, my love, guided by self-
Interest, afraid to let go. Thus, I’m lost in the
Matrix of mystery, trapped in its maze, seemingly
Destined for the margin. But life is a cinema,
Fraught with improbability, exposing the soul to
Its reflection. “Here I Am.” And we believe,
Consumed by inner-intensities, walking in the
Footprints of saints. And the mirror is foggy. But
We rest in the arms of a partial image,
Self-affirmed. Thus, we’re living the drama, and
It’s often tragic, but love sustains the crumbling
Soul. To let go would be equivalent to treason.
Thus, tangibility has become words, and spirit has
Become confirmation, and love takes precedence.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2042
Improbability Gambles with Fate
Posted: 9/12/2013 3:23:16 PM
Immortal Love

Tease, tempt and test, my love. And I shall react,
Reach and reign, my love. Give me guidance, lest
I wander, substituting lust for authenticity.
Inscribe your insignia upon my soul. Lay claim to
Love, as if to sigh your last breath, for I’m
Embedded in the substratum of your spirit. Thus,
Spoil me with your matrix. Entice me with your
Charms. And I shall titillate, tantalize, and satiate
Your person, for mutual seduction is the art of
Lovers, and we have loved since the days of
Genesis. Thus, ours is immortal, my love, extant
As an apocrypha, but hidden as the root of
Eternity. Let manifest the fruits of love, for we are
Bonded as the pillars of a shelter, destined for love.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2043
Improbability Gambles with Fate
Posted: 9/15/2013 4:27:58 PM

I’m trekking through sludge, burning with flames, in
The midst of an acid-storm. I’m whet for a sign, or a
Symbol that magnifies love, for I’m awash in the
Springs of a hopeless dimension. O what a glorious
Circuit! It infused the soul, giving life to the dead.
Wherefore, I was agog, eager to ride the chariot of
Passions. A sword tore spirit asunder. Hope gave up
The ghost. And reality was most vicious. I was
Suddenly face to face with nightmare. The dialogue
Of mystery contorted the atmosphere of my existence.
I was left to breathe within a dungeon, musing upon
The attributes of love, pleading that my force would
Animate. But o what a glorious circuit! It lived as
An earthquake, vibrant as a rainbow, leading to hell.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2044
Improbability Gambles with Fate
Posted: 9/16/2013 3:16:10 PM
Master of Intentions

A cloud of perfection has infused me. Dance my love,
Alert the world to beauty, aesthetic, and artistry.
You’re a chemical, my love, intoxicating the soul,
Wherefore, the colors of heaven are redeemed. Doleful,
With the presence of majesty, your laughter awakens
Resting souls. You’re a sackcloth-mystic, healing by
The mystery of spirit. You’re charisma is contagious.
You give life to those living deceased. Smile for the
Spirits. Rejuvenate a dying culture. Continue to exist as
If you have lived your last day. In my life your memory
Lives, breeding a dynasty. I’m attached to an image of
Par excellence. Particles of Divinity are exhibited in
Your person. You’re the struggle of humanity, a master
Of intentions. I’m alive through your being.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2045
Improbability Gambles with Fate
Posted: 9/17/2013 2:30:13 PM

My dearest, foretell the fate of lovers, for I stand
In darkness, in dire need of a seeress. The flute of
Demons has enticed my soul, but the harp of
Angels is unrelenting. My lantern is running low.
But I’m possessed by a vision, obsessed with a
Dream. I’m treading the edge of a heartbeat, falling
Between breaths, dizzy with passion. A spark has
Kindled a storm. The spirit is ablaze. But I’m
Linked to eternity, unwilling to forsake my future.
Thus, I tamper with poison, inebriated, sliced
Through the soul. But the birth of poesy is a fatal
Addiction. And the vibration of the universe is
Enthralling. Thus, I’m torn, upon the tightrope of
Destruction, weaving an unholy garment.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2046
Improbability Gambles with Fate
Posted: 9/17/2013 2:30:41 PM

Immortality has seized the soul. But mortal passions
Haunt the spirit. I’m taken by a stately woman, an
Animating force. My spirit trembles at the thought
Of eternity, and my heart skips betwixt beats. I’m
Riding the waves of sparks and flames, mesmerized
By the motion of an afflatus. Waltz with me, my
Love. Let us take the stage of life. But I mustn’t
Idealize an illusion, lost in the particles of its scent.
I must grasp reality, if only in a dream, for such is
Distant and aloof. But such beauty has arisen—the
Garden is teeming with life. I have sinned that I
Might embrace Divinity. But never would I abandon
Love, if only to ride the tides of mystery. They have
Given birth to a legacy, if only in a dream.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2047
Love is a Spirit
Posted: 9/18/2013 5:48:09 PM
I died to resurrect in love. Her tears have cleansed
My soul. To hold infinity is but a dream. And
Mortality haunts the spirit. My love is a bolt of
Lightening, blushing at the heart of death. I’m
Arrested by sheer magnetism, fawning over a
Suffering diamond. Charge me with electricity.
Fill me with hertz. And find me, for I’m a lost
Artifact dwelling in the city. An opalescent matrix
Has consumed me. I’m enchanted, losing self,
Leaping from the cliff of infatuation. My being is
Afoul, crawling through the light of webs. Her aura
Has mesmerized resistance. Thus, logic has taken
A sabbatical, in hopes of partaking ambrosia. Invite
Me to visit the trenches, and I shall sustain.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2048
Love is a Spirit
Posted: 9/20/2013 2:48:39 PM
I can’t see

I’m a seafaring fantast, aloft the soul, captured by
Subtle gestures. Speak life into my bones, my love,
Girt my loins in your essence, for you’re an angelic
Relic, afflicted by divine sexuality. It’s hard to see
You, my love. I’m imprisoned by salient features.
I feel so ashamed, my love. I’m harnessed by the
Iron collar of lust, but I envision heavenly bliss.
Forgive my carnality, for I’m desperate to extinguish
Seaweeds, if only to give life to truth. Thus, meet me
Beside the myrtle tree, and pardon my nocturne
Tendencies. I’ve been known to soak in a devil’s psyche,
Wrestling with God, and still, lost in desire. But my
Love, you’re a cygnet, do believe. You’re the reflection
Of an idyllic symbol, a Junoesque shrine.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2049
Love is a Spirit
Posted: 9/21/2013 8:18:48 PM

You’re a cygnet, my love, a divine entity, an emblem
Of seduction. Kismet is upon us, we must love unto
Death. Energy is running amuck within our souls.
We’re gravid with lust, indicting God for her nature.
I’m imprinted with an indelible yearning, but would
I adore you come sun rise? Indeed, such ambivalence
Tears the spirit, but existence is a partial shadow,
Wherefore, light is benighted. But know that I
Ponder upon forever, filled with fervid intensity. What’s
The design, my love?—a mystery secluded within its
Veil. Bluebirds are whistling in honor of a mystic stream.
Majesty is upon us. But we submit to mortality, severed
By earthly belief. If only in a dream, we are the birth of
A burning bush, tiptoeing upon the syllables of poesy.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2050
Love is a Spirit
Posted: 9/27/2013 3:48:21 PM
Dear Virginity

Remove the mask my tender amore. Permit your
Radiance to glisten; for it’s the music, my love, it
Streams through consciousness, exposing the
Soul to symbols of ecstasy. It’s the texture of
Eternity—the quilt of matrimony—and
The flood of majestic passions. A sublime
Frequency has imprisoned spirit—a glorious
Circuit—tip tapping upon the dungeon of silence.
Love is set to sail. The seas have pardoned our
Treason, wishing upon us the favor of Poseidon.
Artemis my love, virgin of the stars, here’s a
Holy scarf—the seams are threaded with magic.
Keep it near to heart, and immortalize its essence,
For it’s suffused with the presence of the gods.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2051
Love is a Spirit
Posted: 9/28/2013 5:04:20 PM

I’ve taken a sickle to my heart, to harvest the grains of
Love. And I’ve crocheted a garment of passions. Here
Is my soul, intoxicated with the leaven of hope.
May the future be kind to this longing fantast, for I’m
Perishing within a hedge of visions, wrestling with
Reality. Thus, I’ve composed a sonnet for the vinedresser,
Requesting she tend to the soils of my being. O what
An acidic web, tearing into the limbs of my spirit,
Compelling me to trek aimlessly through the marketplaces.
I’m mocked for my naivety, held in contempt, bombarded
By a barrage of rumors. But I’ve enshrined perfection,
Despite vivid wounds. I’ve invested the bank of my
Soul, basking in the rays of uncertainty. Thus, I’m
Chained to the malaise of love, woven to flame.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2052
Love is a Spirit
Posted: 9/29/2013 6:49:23 PM

Our imagery is consecrated forevermore. I have
Seen the tragedy of love. Thus, a locket has been
Cast to sea. And still, I’m partially deceased for my
Cynosure. She has fashioned a monument in my
Spirit, where I dare to tread the contour of eternity.
And you can find me in the courtyard, kneeling to
Invisibility, for I desire a masterpiece. Why has
Earthly divinity settled within my soul?—where a
Flame flickers, altering the regions of sanity. Must
I confess, and embrace the fruits of vulnerability:
I’m enlove with Wisdom, dangling from the balcony
Of knowledge. I’m the color of mystery, drifting
Through the graphics of an image. Measure my
Intoxication. She has enflamed this hopeless fantast.

Sculpture II

From depth the dungeon of affliction, I’ve resurrected.
Love has infused my aching soul. But justice is cruel
In her nature, forbidding fruition. Thus, reality is a
Flaming mystery, dividing the hands of time. How
Shall I conquer the illusion of fate? I shall first confess
The sculpture of my passion. I shall too awake
Intuition, pleading for the fragments of poetry. Of no
Avail is my heartstring. Such music has enticed tragedy.
My muse is the root of pain, cleaving to uncertainty.
Thus, I’m famished for the want of dreams, evermore
Afloat the portrait of screams. I’m living purgatory,
Trapped within the sphere of ambivalence. And still,
Love is a fertile pasture. Wherefore, I pardon my urge to
Forsake divinity, for love is the presence of vibrations.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2053
Love is a Spirit
Posted: 10/1/2013 2:45:04 PM
Sculpture III

What is it, my love? Has an image altered reality, an
Impression within the psyche? Is it symbolic, my love?
—for our songbirds are dying softly, languishing in
The city square. Something akin to darkness is
Haunting our future. We can but run from a vision,
But a mirror plagues the soul. I could but perish for an
Emblem. And I could but relish in evanescence—this
Life—our earthbound fate. If only the forest becomes
Vivid and evermore iridescent. If only heaven
Condescends. Else we faint beneath a burden, ever
Engulfed, nursing at the nipple of sadness. We live the
Mantra, my love, unaware of the touch of light. And
We sacrifice forevermore, subject to the kiss of death.
If only love was the measure, we could befuddle kismet.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2054
Love is a Spirit
Posted: 10/4/2013 8:39:25 PM

My soul waits, wanders and wails, my love,
Leaving me to sigh in defeat, deaf to the intuition
Of promise. Unfasten the seals, my love. Let us
Pray to become more than strangers, for the
Spirit moans. A spark has become a spell, spilling
Into the soul. Thunder has devastated the psyche.
Let the trumpets sound: she has found herself
Within a verse, melting into the particles of light.
We’re subject to a whirlwind, my love—pleading
For the mercy of hearts, swollen with affection.
Vehement vibrations resound within our souls,
Dancing as the symbols of music. For thus our
Beings tremble, frightened of such an inflection,
Longing in silence, bereft of our joys.
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