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 winstemar
Joined: 10/11/2006
Msg: 1224
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Hi Joshua, I was missing your space...

Energy gathers up like crisp cotton sheets
Spreading and rising like hills where we meet
Culminating and heightening with our exchange
In the end, it's our capacity to share that makes brave

On the roughness of the sheets are the planes we walk alone
Those solitude journeys where we just be to find home
Silence resonates, buzzes like bees, extends and drones
The sun shines down warming the stones

The folds, the creases, the light mountains rise up above the cast shadows
A tiny little shelf, a passage light and narrow
Where we meet and affirm, connect and contemplate
Basking in the acuteness some call fate
 Brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 1229
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History
Anarchy
Posted: 2/17/2008 12:54:37 PM

I made love to a riddle


this made me smile....I wonder how many of us have had that thought, especially as an afterthought.....
 statueman
Joined: 2/11/2006
Msg: 1263
The Center of a Dream
Posted: 3/6/2008 10:09:51 AM
A circle has no ends
and a universe has no center
a sphere is made for consciousness
to give a point of reference
I AM the center of a dream
I AM the meaning of being
I AM the now of time everlasting
this moment of your believing

A square has four equal sides
a circle can form within it
two triangle find a circles own center
to give a point of reference
It is the center of the form
It is the meaning of the pattern
It is the now of times first creation
this moment of your... believing
 statueman
Joined: 2/11/2006
Msg: 1271
Lottery Poverty
Posted: 3/16/2008 9:33:26 AM
A draining of Eternity
Idleness Internet Cable TV
Low-Definition of laughter's transition
To woe's of irreplaceable life

Cries from the highest points of the city
To rise from the pots of stupid humble pity
To reclaim what was lost in pious slumber
of lottery poverty and taking a number

Oh that we would swallow the cure
Consume the bitter scroll that makes the heart pure
And awaken the soul to new morning light
And quicken the flesh to fight the good fight
 statueman
Joined: 2/11/2006
Msg: 1272
One Strait Line
Posted: 3/20/2008 5:25:27 PM
Does the Human Body have a strait line in it?
try the face the back the leg the arm...
the foot the hand the toe the finger...
no no no I can't find a strait line on my body

I look at the sky the land the water
like the body oh why do I bother
but briefly recall a suns ray through a cloud
now there's a strait line I say to myself aloud

So nearly perplexed I look in a mirror
two eyes, two ears and suddenly clearer
I see one strait line but not on my body
But between left and right there it is! LaDi DaDi!
 statueman
Joined: 2/11/2006
Msg: 1275
One Strait Line
Posted: 3/30/2008 11:57:48 AM
thanks NaiveAndWitty

looking forward to reading more of new inspirations upon your return
growing older and slower gives me more peace
 winstemar
Joined: 10/11/2006
Msg: 1276
One Strait Line
Posted: 4/11/2008 6:40:25 AM
Hi Joshua! Hope all is good xo
mmmmy I loved your last write...miss your vibes

Ethics you say,
are they manmade?
How I wish I didn`t care, that my steps could crush them in my wake
Letting my heart and my emotions spill forth

Living life as examples for the future children watching
Is it really better to abstain
what if we changed ethics
changed the game

What if to abstain
was the release of rationality and logic
or is it this way

Damn you
Back and forth
I love your flesh it melts me in your hell fire

tsk tsk they say
why does it make me churn

I live for your burn
what lessons have I learned?
A complexity and depth of human nature that can`t be ignored
behind closed doors

My mind isn`t as strong as the rest
I need to leave it to rest
My fingers have minds of their own
and my soul shrieks through the night
Her voice jumping out of my body
running back home to where it came from
 Brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 1277
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Ethics~Desires~Expression.
Posted: 4/19/2008 9:43:49 PM

1. Let the poem be expressive of a human appetite that you prevent yourself indulgence in
2. Allow yourself freedom to express the joy as well as the pain caused by this appetite


inner peace, enlightenment....to evolve.....because I'm thick headed, I guess....


cosmic spin

star filled sky
and lightning bug night
when Simon was still alive
you invited me
to lay on the trampoline
and we talked, holding hands
your presence nestled again,
as you once did
under my heart
unutterably beautiful
and how many times?
I am drawn to memories
of other confessions,
other skies, campfires
minds connecting, essence laid bare
and how many times?
 winstemar
Joined: 10/11/2006
Msg: 1293
Ethics~Desires~Expression.
Posted: 5/19/2008 1:22:38 PM
Down there my baby
Where the raspberry bushes used to grow
Turn the Earth upon itself
So the red clay comes to show

Walk down the stone steps my darling
The ones we carried from the lake
Every time I see them
My heart does grow and break

The trees that grow and reach
The forget me nots of blue
All tell a story that this place
Holds to be true

In between the vines and lilacs
The shrubs and bush of sage
There is history of a family
That learned to sow their rage

Underneath the lake stones
Are graves of sands and time
Rivers that run through it
And slow retreating Lime

Come pack down the earth babe
Your blood runs down her layers
Your character the same
As the old man that built these stairs
 statueman
Joined: 2/11/2006
Msg: 1299
Ethics~Desires~Expression.
Posted: 6/5/2008 4:17:51 PM
It does fascinate me how the subject never gets old.
How the eye's always enjoy...
and how the feel is always remembered...
and how the aroma of desire persists
and how the sounds proceed from a sigh
and how the taste of food brings an involuntary memory of pleasure

We share the womb and recieve the paps consolation
ever so pleasant to the eye...
 winstemar
Joined: 10/11/2006
Msg: 1300
Ethics~Desires~Expression.
Posted: 6/6/2008 2:46:36 PM
vaginal vestibules
paps and wombs
cores of cathedrals
man's jezabel serpent tomb
From voluptuous to anorexic
From a flower to a feline
Vexed, vermined, goddessized
Temptations sweet fruit
revitalized, revolutionized
 winstemar
Joined: 10/11/2006
Msg: 1308
Desires...Express Bi Sexuality
Posted: 6/11/2008 7:14:51 AM
Bellies protruding
outward from youth to adulthood
giveth childhood.
Hadcuffed down to a hospital bed
IV's stabbed into thick blue veins
Moans muffled by childless ****es
As if I were a scientologist.
Blood and tissues spilling
seductively, long metal hooks
jutting upward into the womb
its all natural, its all beautiful.
Skin ripping, body writhing
held down by ropes to the bed post
Long needles puncturing bone
along the spine, dont hit the nerves...
it makes the pain drone
out.
Convulse in shock
its almost over
Front page of the newspaper reads
First Man ever to be pregnant.
Its all inevitable
Nurture determines much of what we become
but nature traps us
into our niche
and spirit sets us free
Il y a tellement de monde
dans ce monde
qui nous liberent et nous montrent
d'autres chemins d'autrefois
that propose new roads
 transcend
Joined: 1/13/2007
Msg: 1310
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Desires...Express Bi Sexuality
Posted: 6/12/2008 12:51:47 PM
what do we do with that spirit that drove us
to get off the floor and walk
find the words to talk
everything might be impossible
but its never an issue
do it ..works over and over
any wonder climbing every mountain
is a feeling some never stop feeding

a song of accomplishment to sing without restriction
no audience needed .. no apologies for the noise

crowd us together and we get crazy
turn to whatever mountain we can find
want to fly without wings or swim without gills
hmm.. no wonder we think anything is possible
 transcend
Joined: 1/13/2007
Msg: 1314
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Posted: 6/18/2008 10:05:26 PM
Fine work... so much harder to be precise and be poetic

You have captured that

one line in particular " Until the never coming of the last days"

why do so few see the phoniness of changing right at the end? Either live the best way you know or just wallow in it like the pig you become from allowing selfishness to rule

perhaps its true that seeking something better could also be seen as selfish.. but look at whats left in your wake from a life of trying to improve vs grabbing everything like an 800 lb starving man..

and you have definitely voiced the one question we should never forget
(especially those still wihdrawing from being hooked on phonics)

why isnt fukk spelt with a k , everywhere?
 winstemar
Joined: 10/11/2006
Msg: 1315
.Expression
Posted: 6/20/2008 10:45:23 AM
Underneath my flesh, I have something to show you.
All the way down
Keep going
Down.

My shoulder blade is protuding
keep going, unbutton
my falsified
shiffon
blood red gown.

Each clasp undone
Saves room for something
I've tried to hide.
Give my body
some relief.

My bones have been aching
Truths that forsake
gaiety and youth,
Swallow the grief.

Every time you touch my back
I flinch in pain;
you, him, her
another one and another one.

Underneath my flesh, I have something to show you.
All the way down
Keep going
Down.

Everything grasped is fleeting
Just stay a while with my bones
Penetrate beneath the layers of
skin, flesh and fat.

From distant shores your whispers
Tickle my cheeks like wind.
Memories of a life I crossed borders
to forget.

Whoever I was I no longer am.
Geography has morphed my body,
sucked it into fine shiffon
you wouldn't recognize me.

Like primrose before and
after dawn.
Keep going down
you'll never know
How many people I've become.

Underneath my bones, somewhere
between mind and body
skin and bones
there's spirit some call soul
mine you've claimed you've known.

Tell me, tell me.
 BerserkPoet
Joined: 11/21/2006
Msg: 1316
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Posted: 6/20/2008 11:04:54 AM
Deeper under the core of my heart
Visions dancing with circling attachments to the unknown
Far cries the pain from the void I have attached myself to
Never knowing if it's fiction or my own ideals
Quivering you try to tell me who I am
Under shallow hearts I think sometimes you're right
Visions, naked lies
Maddening impulse of fragmented realities
Yet it's all I've ever known
The pain from some higher power
Alone adrift away from my gods
The heart silent
Hoping to avoid obscurity
Hopeless as I'm labeled with another diagnosis
 transcend
Joined: 1/13/2007
Msg: 1321
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Posted: 6/26/2008 6:47:34 AM
"sh1t in the rearview mirror may be closer than it appears"

so much of what we reach results from coming up short
on what we were reaching for
since experience swears to be the best teacher
who wants to argue considering the price is already paid
how do we define a present that does a smoke shake
in your face, before turning you around just enough
for the future to get a better angle on your assets
it has to include what you thought you wanted
before you got what you deserved

philosophy gives you reasons to look back and not cry over it
what a waste of water that is..other than clearing the screen
its one more way to play with yourself , do you like variety?
all the reasons in the world move us to speak..
sometimes something real pops out
you can get a bit cranky waiting for it
sharing with another person gets harder as you grow
is the stripping of self delusion a foolish act
does it salt the ground so no future illusions can grow


what threshold must we cross alone
I mean besides that...
 statueman
Joined: 2/11/2006
Msg: 1323
.Expression
Posted: 6/26/2008 2:49:17 PM
Fate was like a gift naive
in the form on godessette
perceptions later to be destroyed
upon the alter of familiarty

luckily or fatefully though
it never came to that

consumating the now is you strength
a friendliness and encouraging word you gift
but the sky's do get cloudy some days

infatuation can be a tool
and I let it stir my art for what I am fearful to pursue
may not be fear but relative fate
that keeps the pain at bay

I believe though that with each attempt made
and each result accepted
fear becomes a subliminal warning
a conscious decision to allow the passing spheres music touch
like strangers in the niiiigggghhhttt
exchanging glances...
 Brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 1325
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Posted: 6/26/2008 4:27:41 PM
I really loved what you left at Blackies....

lovesick

to help the itching halt
abetting sensual assault
it's in the blood
the fox, the stud
the moon has lit you raving
and you are swollen, craving
just trembling on the brink
too physical to think
you skin turned inside out
by what they've brought about
with just one smoldering look
a never failing hook
so shiver if you must
as you succumb to lust
your pulse leaps to their hand
as if it's by command
and in your pleasure drown
and lay you softly down

LS 6/19/08
first,last
 transcend
Joined: 1/13/2007
Msg: 1335
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Posted: 6/29/2008 11:29:26 PM
Naive,
the beauty of Blake is revealed as we peel our own onion of understanding
leading the demons of our desires into virtue without the cowardice of pure abstention walling us away from our bodies pretending spirit will not shrivel without succor.. there are no saints just survivors .. no sinners - just the blind circling their own graves waiting for chance to guide their feet.. heads forgotten ..minds closed
 transcend
Joined: 1/13/2007
Msg: 1339
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Posted: 7/3/2008 9:09:47 AM
nice work Juju
reminded me of the meerkats
having to risk your face to see
can't see a .223

are we that removed from fear of fang and claw
that the past in the grasslands ,with lions roar
jackals laughing at our weakness
giving our ancestors the choice of past or future
which would they take?
 BerserkPoet
Joined: 11/21/2006
Msg: 1346
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Posted: 7/5/2008 3:44:14 AM
Objective.... Striving to overcome a challenge

I'm writting this under the influence of Captain Morgan hopefully I make some sense :P

As a man with delusional thoughts I often wonder if I can overcome anything. Stress consumes my mind daily. Even if I fight it, it's still there lurking, tearing away my egotistical mind and thus I fail. If life is supposed to be fun, why's it full of misery? I can't even smile anymore in fear someone may betray me for being happy. If we all do not overcome our obstacles in our own lives, instead of playing around someone elses faults that is when Earth has no meaning to anyone and thus the failure for life for the human race. Makes you think why'm I here and who's these other people's problems with me. Answer: nothing but they're too scared to own up to their own faults

As I said I'm pretty hammered but it looks good so far
 winstemar
Joined: 10/11/2006
Msg: 1349
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Posted: 7/8/2008 8:03:58 AM
Perhaps the possibilities are endless,
More imaginative than our individual imaginations
Can conceive! Is it but a deferred dream?
Birthed by ancestors and expanded
By those who follow suit?
The pursuit of happiness,
Master inventors, the lost, the found,
The spiritual, the damned; all weave
Into this reality some form of possibility
Of how we can create or forsake.
The riddle of reality, the great con of here
And beyond or its truth
Criticized and revised by each
Generations’ youth
Every culture defining this reality
Through its own unique
Categories based on the concrete
Or the abstract that paint
So many different worldviews
Of the secular and the sacred, it’s truly amazing.
Outside of humanity, all other life forms find their own
Ways to be and strive and survive.
So many teachings of how we should
Behave in order to fly beyond the grave,
Is it just a construct to tame the naïve!?
Reality, a riddle revised, revolutionized,
And redefined.
An experience that must be taking place
Otherwise we couldn’t converse about
It’s existence, for I am sure it can’t
Be just a figment of my imagination?!
But imagination can define how reality will be
Defined.
Like an additional line added to a written rhyme.
A dream deferred plucked from time.
For energies sake, it could be nuclear.
If no one envisions anything better.
In fifty years cars could be prehistoric,
Fossil fuels a thing of the past
Imaginings can jump into reality quite fast.
Everybody’s path is so unique,
Whatever the soul years it shall seek
And we all battle like molecules
In a petrie dish to form the reality of our time
Collective actions that just add on to
The riddles and rhymes.
 transcend
Joined: 1/13/2007
Msg: 1350
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Posted: 7/8/2008 9:27:02 AM
from the mind we have delivered ourselves
from the mind will come whatever next step
fossil fueled us , on the squashed memories
of dino and friends we ride
in 150 years from the speed of horse past the speed of sound
earthbound to moon walking
will water move us out into the stars , fuel the fleeing
would you stay if something better was in reach?
before you answer .. think again of where we are
on the edge of insignificance , curds in a milky way
if you knew worlds were waiting
would you still fear enough to stay
fearful?
or take that first halting step
off the flat edge of earth
into a living dream
 transcend
Joined: 1/13/2007
Msg: 1357
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Posted: 7/17/2008 10:59:30 PM
I never talked to God
it would be my luck to distract him and lose an eye
or a continent
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