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Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2053
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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.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2055
Love is a Spirit
Posted: 10/4/2013 9:55:16 PM
What can but mend the soul?

I melt at the measure of love—what can but mend
The soul? I’m broken, my love. What can but
Repair a shattered mirror? I kneel before the altar,
Knit to gloom, spirit tied in knots. Emotion has
Challenged reason. Thus, I tread the hearth of
Intellect, peering into the trench of affection. If
Only I were destined to leap, I could then put to
Rest my intrigue. But I must dwell in a shelter, a
Fortified city, imploring the fruition of love.
Wherefore, my soul is scattered, scolded and
Scorched. I perish daily, shivering from deprivation,
Lost in the city, sighing. What can but mend the
Soul, my love?—for I’m a fragment of a once was
Portrait, tumbling in the breeze.
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 2056
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Love is a Spirit
Posted: 10/5/2013 4:36:20 AM
shards of your being
hang like rags on a clothesline
blown to tatters from the wind
always kidnapping bits of you
to spread like dandelion seeds
planting your soul throughout the world
and flying to all corners of the universe
for, like a hologram, each tiny fragment
contains the whole of your being
the whole of your soul....

each soul contains the whole of all souls
for we are one, there is no separation
except within the confines of the mind
that strives to know what's truly divine
that fails to see the simplicity
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2057
Love is a Spirit
Posted: 10/5/2013 4:09:57 PM
WeAre1, This poem is deeply metaphorical and moving. Your philosophy shines through and through. I thank you for posting it here.


A Mere Peasant

Your impression is indelible, my love; your presence
Is aristocratic. A mere peasant composes of your
Essence, struggling to capture reality, if only to avoid
Folly. But the depth of words fails to capture the art of
Perfection. You have studied the archives, mastering
The gestures of famous geishas, incarnating the
Attributes of courtesans. Thus, you intrigue readily,
Favoring willful men, if only to shatter the headstrong.
But your heart is tender, even sensitive to the touch of
Musicality. Wherefore, a mere peasant is deeply
Captivated, immortalizing such crafts within artistic
Expression. But never would the flawless condescend
To the ranks of a mere peasant. And still, you are a
Goddess in the eyes of the lowly, forever a queen.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2058
Web-lock II
Posted: 10/5/2013 4:12:57 PM
Web-lock II

Infatuation is often a fugacious trance, but I’m
Affected by eternity. Something deeper than kitsch
Has imprinted the soul. Her voice resonates within
The western hemisphere of the psyche. But I’ve
Misinterpreted frequencies, lost in the abyss of
Passions; for she was a dream, fashioned from
Illusion, waging war on my intellect. I was fraught
With flames, skyscraping the heavens, touched by
Effulgence. And still, mystic sparks infuse the spirit.
Wherefore, images cascade into the synaptic gap,
Flooding the stream of intentions. If only the measure
Was love, we could then embark upon a sacred
Voyage. But the song of dreams is uncanny, leading
The soul into emotional warzones.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2059
Web-lock II
Posted: 10/6/2013 4:34:33 PM

You have the advantage, my love. Advertise it to the
World. And know my agenda is universal, albeit, I
Suffer from a deficit. Something within is perishing.
But I die to resurrect. And what is life without the
Haunt of death? And there you appeared, peeking
Betwixt heartbeats. But I must apologize. I must ask
Forgiveness—for I was never granted permission—
To love a shattered mirror. I was merely partial to the
Fragments. Thus, I gravitated towards myself. O how
Selfish I have become—loving self through the soul
Of another. Pardon my blight, and stare deeply into
Your reflection: is it possible I actually loved you?
Make enquiry. And may the ghost speak on my
Behalf. I have loved us since the moment of afflatus.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2060
Web-lock II
Posted: 10/6/2013 5:27:33 PM
12 Months

We danced upon the pegs of energy. I was consumed
By your imagery. You pierced the recesses of thought,
Leaving me to balance upon a tightrope. Tell me your
Aspirations, my love. Reveal to me your deepest sore.
I long to penetrate darkness. But such as love often
Lives in the margins, a discreet yearning, tearing into
The soul. Shall we continue to perish in degrees, as if
Lost to the touch of miracles? Arise, my love, lay claim
To ecstasy, revive a withering soul. If only dreams
Possessed the particles of reality, we could then sail
Upon the wings of premonitions. I’m willing to embrace
Fate, my love. Are you of the same mindset? But I fear
The outcome of tragedy. But love has accomplished
Greater feats. Thus, I cleave to hope, wrestling with doubt.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2061
Love is a Spirit
Posted: 10/12/2013 4:53:44 PM
I thank you for stopping by, trulio.

Sing to my Thirst

Time is a deceptive blur, my love. Ours is immortal.
Touch my person, my love. Our year has come. Thus,
I’m wrought to stargaze, to peer into Divinity, if
Only to touch your face. You’re magic, my love—a
Mystic reality, whelming my riddled soul. Alone, I’m
But a man, subject to perish. But with my love, I’m the
Key to infinity, the maze of death, a sacred passage.
O my living soul!—distressed beyond belief, treading
The hidden path, for I long for the facts of love. Thus,
Calamity is upon my countenance, piercing my
Breastplate. Are you there in the horizon, my love? Are
You nearby fashioning the quilt of my soul?—for I’m
Roaming the desert, partaking of dust, kneeling in
Exhaustion. Heal me, my love. Sing to my thirst.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2062
Love is a Spirit
Posted: 10/16/2013 3:56:54 PM
Trulio, I thank you for visiting.



The dialogue is love. It saturates every fiber of
The soul. It intoxicates the spirit. Thus, evermore
I dwell at its tavern. I sip from its heavenly goblet,
Thereby, dancing in the spirit. It’s the stimulus of
Miracles—the parent of eternity. From depth the
Soul, I’ve courted love, inscribing its portrait
Upon spiritual leaflets. I’ve partaken of its doctrine,
Inebriated in the spirit, adrift the seventh heaven.
Love is an invasion, permeating the psyche,
Surging through the actuating-cause. I burn for the
Face of love: its depth, its width, its episode. It’s
Ever upon my imagination, as sturdy as oak,
Intriguing my passions come sunrise. Indeed, the
Dialogue is love: its reach, its breadth, its texture.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2063
Love is a Spirit
Posted: 10/22/2013 7:12:53 PM
trulio, I thank you for coloring the thread with your poem. It truly intrigues the mind.

I Burn

I burn, pondering the nectar of love. She’s a
Celestial being, infusing the space of
Heartbeats. At once I’m enchanted, in a
Symbolic trance, reaching for the pulse of
Existence. She taunts my advances, dancing
Upon the paradox of seduction. I’m naïve for
Courting a minx. But heaven is a radiant
Creature, seeping into my bloodstream.
Oh the sheer agony of ambivalence. I’m an
Unfound artifact at the peak of the mountain.
I’m a dream captured in a vault. I’m a vision
In the mind of the cosmos. Alas, I’m a vine
Buried deep in the caves of Atlantis. And my
Burn is unquenched in the arms of, my love.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2064
Love is a Spirit
Posted: 10/26/2013 5:10:26 PM
Indeed, I thank you for decorating the thread. ^^^^^^


The Length of Desire

Unfasten love. Let the vision free. Time has suffocated
Hope. But I dream despite the reality. I fancy
Resilience shall take precedence. Else, I die in degrees,
Wrapped in an iron collar, searching for invisibility.
What am I left with, musing upon a sensation? Indeed,
Naivety has perished, but emotion streams through the
Land of dreams. I’m Israel, filled with faith. I’m Judah,
Longing for kindred souls. Such as life has not
Abandoned me. I’m merely a pulse, trekking through
The forest. I’m merely a vision, living in the future. In
Truth, I’m a prophet confused. Tell me the rainbow has
Not run out of color. Tell me love shall prevail. Else, I
Drift, lost in the horizon, wailing to God. Indeed, I’m a
Shadow, a tender affection, longing for the Promise Land.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2065
Love is a Spirit
Posted: 10/27/2013 4:39:52 PM
Billet-doux (Love Letter)

Our passions dwell on high, upon silver clouds.
And how I kneel for a benediction, that love
Would peak in the forest. Touché, my love.
Resistance has proven an ethical claim. But
Nevertheless, I host the soirees, longing to lay
Eyes upon your person. But I’m a fantast, praying
Upon the extraordinary, and destined to become
A cliché. This is the fate of dreams. Visions
Become illusions. And the mystique lingers in the
Shadows, indiscernible and aloof. And still,
My every orison is for love. I am therefore a fool,
Manipulated by emotions, despite reality’s
Force. But in earnest, you have become my
Afflatus, driving me unto the cliff of poetry.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2066
Love is a Spirit
Posted: 10/29/2013 3:14:45 PM
Forgive the complex words. It shall not become a habit. But to dig is to find.

Only to Vent

Is it that I was baseborn? Is this the measure of
Authenticity?—for I’m nigh of eld, forsaken to
An eyot. Count my scars, my love. They are
Fastened to my fane. I’m flommexed, my love,
Tripping and falling into an abyss. How do I
Forbear. I must confess the light: I’m smitten
With infinity, desperate to forgo. But the
Freshet rages in my soul. I’m adrift jacinth
Eyes, graven in the spirit. Lave me in love.
Pretend that the tides have settled, for chardonnay
Lives in the moment. Thus, my mind is afield,
Set to plummet in a firth. Aforetime the pain
Would dissipate. Now it lingers within the soul.
I’m cloven, my love, drifting through a dell.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2067
Soul and Spirit
Posted: 10/29/2013 8:23:36 PM
Soul and Spirit

Utter amore, my love, for wounds are
Wailing. And as symbols ballet upon stars,
I’m falling into a silver lining, streaming
Through poesy. My soul is evermore adrift.
I’m intoxicated with passion, waltzing in the
Spirit. My love is a field of diamonds, a
Necklace made of sapphire, dazzling the space
Of spirit. Wherefore, my soul aches, a
Flicker of the flame, absorbed in beauty. And I
Pine for a mystery, lost in a golden raft, aloft
The waves of emotion. The sky is falling, my
Love, lest the color of eternity uplifts its pulse.
Thus, pray my love. Pray the heavens outwit
Fate. Pray immortality captures our souls.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2068
Soul and Spirit
Posted: 10/30/2013 4:05:05 PM
A Seasoned Encounter

Upon contact, electricity revived withering souls.
We danced in the shadows, alert to impending
Rain. Who would believe the sun fell, and embodied
Our souls? And there we were, unsated, staring into
Misery. Reft me of my gaze. Become for me the
Constellations, for I’m whet for enchantment,
Enthralled by jeweled-eyes. Such presence plagues
The psyche. Wherefore, the mountains have
Crumbled, and thus, the land is bear. Where have
You gone, my love? I’m bewildered, wondering of
The agony of God. It parallels the anguish of schism.
And quickly the sorrow has multiplied, for the city
Has become our forest. Thus, we’re lost, craving
What destiny has forbidden. But hope is a fortress.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2069
Soul and Spirit
Posted: 11/1/2013 3:55:10 PM

Count me delirious, my love, basking in the rays
Of unbelief, for I’ve become smitten, my love,
Wrestling with invisibility, wounded at the hip.
What is your purpose, my love? Is it not to
Seduce a wayward soul? I ask, on the edge of
Sinai, praying that her face is near. Appear, my
Love, as sudden as a meteorite, flaming through
The galaxies. Take my soul. Baptize it in gold,
The blood of the universe. And the vibrations
Are multiple, streaming through my person. I’m
The product of faith, my love—pardon my
Naivety. But the stars are shifting, moving
Through our spirits. Only eternity can answer
The cry of dreams. Answer, my love, answer.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2070
Soul and Spirit
Posted: 11/7/2013 2:46:39 PM

They say love is at the banquet, where the heart
Is a viola serenading the masquerade; and there
She sits, as elegant as Elizabeth, as deadly as
Calypso. What shall render the depth of infatuation,
Where mystic streams soar through the horizon?
Indeed, they’ve met in a far away estate, over a
Century ago; and the webs are ever majestic.
Within her eyes lives a fairytale, and within his
Soul lives her spirit. Something as sacred as
Shiloh, and as deceptive as Belial, has whelmed
Intensions. Thus, disappointment is nigh the
Soul. But she uplifts the downhearted, as detached
As Black Eagles. What shall heal the wound?—for
Eternity is far-reaching, and love is an aloof maze.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2071
Soul and Spirit
Posted: 11/10/2013 2:52:34 PM

I’m rhapsodic, my love, filled with symphony—waltzing
The melody of love. Rapture is upon me. The seasons
Have coalesced, and thus, the skies are painted purple.
Such irrational passions have seized my senses—I’m
Don Quixote, my love. Moreover, I’m Cupid—struck by
The arrow of a countess. And thus the sun is ablaze,
Manipulating the orchestra of drums. I’m possessed, my
Love, fixated on waves and frequencies. Our chorus has
Colored the heavens. The gods are eager for us. Forever
In bloom, our love is a rainbow, ever alive and vibrant.
We embody eternity, the art of painless love, streaming
Through the cosmos. And still, our mirror possesses a
Tinge of doubt, and a smidgen of insecurity. It’s hard to
Believe, such rhapsody, such bliss, such poetry.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2072
Immortalized in Scrolls
Posted: 11/13/2013 4:18:45 PM
Immortalized in Scrolls

Such as love is a viable force. It’s the breath of existence.
Thus, bereft me not of such inflection, rather welcome me
Into paradise. Tattoo the spirit of my mind. Let the
Inscription bear witness. And let the zephyrs whisper
Of such intoxication, for ours is the lot of waking souls.
My love is the light of heaven, wooing the great dragon.
Cast doubt to its father. And with open arms embrace the
Sacredness, for the sanctum is opalescent, joyful to
Receive its reflection. Thus, I invite divinity to enter an
Unpaved cave, where petroglyphs attest to such beauty.
Indeed, dance within the maze of sediments. Carve
Scrolls upon gravel. Make it known to the world—we have
Loved unto death, now wounded, for we have departed.
But never shall the furnace settle, for love is eternal flames.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2073
Immortalized in Scrolls
Posted: 11/20/2013 3:13:43 PM
More than I Understand

Cryptic intensities haunt the soul. I’m afloat
The stars, dangling from lightning bolts. I’m
Set to fall upon clouds, where emotions
Become parachutes. But my future is chimerical—
A phantasmagoria, condemned to the psyche.
Where is my gemstone? She dwells on a
Deserted island, waving at the sea. Wish upon
Visions. Cleave to dreams. The heart is a river
Streaming through the mountains—here I am!
Wisdom is allegorical. I must decode the forest.
Else, I suffocate in degrees, adrift the storm.
The spirit is such a hermetic maze. Thus I
Implore the maestro—enlighten my shadows.
And forever the spark of love plagues the soul.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2074
Immortalized in Scrolls
Posted: 11/21/2013 5:06:51 PM

Arrhythmia, my love, the heart is but motion, and
Passion has flooded the kingdom. But the seas are
Turbulent, tossing the vessel to and fro. Thus, the
Surface of sorrow has colored the psyche of
Dreams. And the vision is unattainable. I’m a
Guitar, my love, strummed by vibrations. Furnish
My soul with diamonds and pearls. Flower
Within the spirit the touch of divinity. Else, drift
Without a particle left in the breeze. But the scent
Is alive, a fragrant entity, seeping into the cave of
Intentions. I’m a world of fiction, mesmerized by
Daydreams. And a cosmic pulse has intoxicated
The heavens, dripping into an arrhythmic heartbeat.
Thus, open the gates, my broken web, open the gates.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2075
Immortalized in Scrolls
Posted: 11/23/2013 6:03:25 PM
Picture Emotion II

She has set aflame the passion of art, drifting through
The mind of eternity. Her impression is indelible,
Haunting the souls of mankind. But her heart belongs
To no man. She’s unto an apparition, loving from a
Distance, albeit within the reach of satiation. Where
Has the color gone? The portrait is fraught with scars.
Thus, acidic tears rage without the skies. She walks
In the horizon, perfected upon blades, searching the
Fields of Spirit. But the promise is empty, and the
Vibration is unworthy of curiosity’s gaze.
Nevertheless, she pines within the silent nights,
Reaching for imagination, unto panic and despair.
When shall the heart stumble upon its reflection?—
For idyllic visions have intoxicated the fallen.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2076
Immortalized in Scrolls
Posted: 11/23/2013 6:41:05 PM
Despite the Axiom

Irrigate my soul with the presence of ecstasy.
Tell me I’m in alignment with love—that I’m
Not a drifting illusion. And I would never leave
You in your despair, though I was forsaken to
Death. But this intensity is a tornado, whispering
To the stars. Shall the sun mate with the moon?
Or is distance alive, maintaining it course? I
Ask, filled with the hope of infatuation. I ask,
Dying in degrees, for existence is often a
Guillotine, testing the soul’s resilience. Shall
Heaven resist itself? And why are we born to
Perish, afloat our dreams, longing for the
Touch of our imagination? Again, I ask, filled
With vagueness, set to picklock divinity.
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2077
Tears made of Blood II
Posted: 11/29/2013 6:46:56 PM
Tears made of Blood II

Rubescent tears soak the soul. I’m a rubik’s cube,
Incapable of being solved. Thus, the spirit is
Spellbound, driven to solitude. And she swoons,
Encapsulated in dreams—the visions of her
Lover, while I hope for lotusland, adrift a
Sensation. The nightingale sings of affection, as
We drown within emotional murals. And wildfire
Has swallowed a staggering soul, for her eyes
Whisper salvation. But I’m left to die, floating
Within pulsations, throbbing to a seismic tempo.
My koan has become my misery, even lightening
Within my arteries—but ever my treasure-trove.
Darkness has become my living fog, laughing at
My dreams. And a demon has drained my blood.
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