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 Chandraxray
Joined: 11/16/2010
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Darn had a hard time finding this site again! Markus doesn't make it easy, but it was worth the digging.
So good to see you writing Naive, love the writes!
Like finding an old friend again *smile.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2144
Trespassing Mystery
Posted: 11/5/2013 4:25:18 PM
^^^Welcome back. I hope to read your poems in the future.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2145
Oh, it’s so Ascetic
Posted: 11/6/2013 5:37:11 PM
Oh, it’s so Ascetic

The sun is a ball of flames, raging through souls.
Such illumination curtails the sin, but trespass is
A living spirit. Tears of the desert turn to mud—and
The thorns have become a mountain. And still,
The heart yearns for briers, if only to evolve in
Spirit. Oh the ache of ambivalence, and the cry
For mercy. Both incessant as the universe, and
As changeable as the seasons. But hope is a fortress,
And belief is a resilient dam. Thus, a diamond breathes
Beneath the pulse, vibrating to the cadence of Divinity.
Plus, the stars have become an orchestra, the symbols
Of which tiptoe upon the particles of light. And the
Message is unclear, a rhythmic conundrum,
Plaguing the souls of humanity.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2146
Oh, it’s so Ascetic
Posted: 11/9/2013 3:35:59 PM
Love is Rhythmic

We’re imperfect, love—perfected in love. Such
Truth shimmers in the distance, a heartbeat from
Our grasp. We long endlessly, touched by the
Affection of Spirit, moved in our absence. But
The rhythm is so amazing; and to capture a glimpse,
Manifested in waves, is a measure of uncertainty.
Oh the majesty of hope—solidified electrically.
It possesses the force of sunrise—the wounds of
Christ. And what have we cherished—falling into
Faith? We have absorbed the universe, musing
Upon permanence—if only love is its fruit. My
Dreamy-eyed queen, bliss is a rare diamond,
Worthy of the soul’s gaze. But the majestic is a
Life’s journey, experienced in increments.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2147
Oh, it’s so Ascetic
Posted: 11/23/2013 4:51:35 PM
Tableau

Panic painted a portrait. Thus the soul wails. And
I’m falling through an image, fastened with pegs.
Somewhere in the mountains a spirit is withering.
Shall love resurrect?—for tears have been
Documented, and the clouds are heavy with pain.
The potter has fashioned ambiguity. How do we
Decipher the montage? But the psyche has
Captured a glimpse. Thus mirrors have a life of
Their own—most distant—and most aloof. Into
A portal we crawled, withstanding the scrapes,
Bruises and aches. Only to be torn asunder—held
In the arms of invisibility. But to mend is to love—
To feel the hidden touch. And the Spirit smiles, for
Antiquity has spoken.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2148
Oh, it’s so Ascetic
Posted: 11/23/2013 5:37:57 PM
Picture Emotion

Emotion! He’s somewhere within reality, but it’s
Hard to see. And she sashays within the vineyards
Of his psyche, nigh enough to burn. But the ache
Is a perception, a whimsy, streaking throughout
The cosmos. Somewhere in his soul lives a thorn,
A picturesque razor, sawing into his emotions. He’s
Afraid to walk away from himself. And he’s afraid
To enter the mirror. The panic, the passion, it’s
Indelible, crawling into his heart, setting the forest
Aflame. And he wept at the sign of dreams, for
His imagination would not come to breathe. Yet,
Circuits race through his person, connecting him to
The universe. She’s a sorrowful star, crying in his
Mind. And she’s beyond the scope of tangibility.
 just4this
Joined: 9/25/2011
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Oh, it’s so Ascetic
Posted: 11/28/2013 8:28:16 PM
Losing is lost in other man's dreams
When nothing is important as it seems
Carried into the darkness on the backs of the poor
The rich take everything leaving the lure
But they are not as rich as they seem
Carried in materials that other's dream
Their lives are empty, vast and full of greed
Moving through time at standing speed
Creating nothing but wealth for the world to see
Lost in the memories they long to be free
Free of the loneliness created by a crowd
Yelling inside... screaming out loud
They want their lives to gleam and glisten
Surrounded by many but no one to listen
They are just there for the epic ride
Lost in the wealth with nothing to hide
Taking the memories of other man's dreams
But life is more important then all the wealth seems
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2150
Oh, it’s so Ascetic
Posted: 11/29/2013 6:15:37 PM
Hey just4this, I like the flow of your poem. And it may not mean much, but I thank you for coloring the thread with your art.
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Tears made of Blood

I’m laden with sulfur. Interpret it through a spirit
Lens. My sapphire’s eyes, my empyreal addiction, I’m
At the cliff of mystery, staring into a volcano of
Sorrows. Amazingly lilacs are in bloom, they speak of
Aspirations of hope. But it’s ever spirit, fetter of
My dreams. Thus, I’m confined to a furrow, adrift in
My soul, composed of a sacred rock. Such ambivalence
Is arcane, the length of a poet’s nightmare. Thus, I’m
Atwitter, dancing in a blackdamp, and my intentions
Are verboten, and my heart is hidden, wherefore, I
Die in streams. And still I’m excited, aloft the fountain of
Visions, clothed with the particles of the sky. My amore,
Read into the tablets, they command the air to speak.
Thus, I’m enlove with a segment of light, a drifting star.
 just4this
Joined: 9/25/2011
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Oh, it’s so Ascetic
Posted: 11/29/2013 6:27:35 PM
Thank you Joshua... it does have meaning
BTW I have been here before under a different pen, (triplebp) from long ago
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2152
Oh, it’s so Ascetic
Posted: 11/29/2013 7:40:50 PM
I see. Your style has evolved. It is always a pleasure.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2153
Oh, it’s so Ascetic
Posted: 11/29/2013 8:49:16 PM
Tears made of Blood IV

It’s the mystery of pain—its magnitude, its rebirth. And I
Wail leaning upon Africa. What’s the depth of invisibility?
It’s the biblical heartache of Israel, an impending apocalypse.
And I’m as dry as the bones of Ezekiel, raging at the moon.
But enchant is drifting through intangibility, haunting the
Regions of a dead soul. Tell me that love is upon the trigger
Of laughter, for I’m parachuting into the realms of despair,
Eager to believe in God. And within the bondage of exile,
I’m composing missives to a dream. But my premonitions
Speak upon bliss, the kiss of a falling maiden. Illumination is
Near, but the lights are vacant. Thus, I’m at the mercy of
Wonder, tripping into the abyss of want—laugh again, my
Love, for the tears are swelling. And I stand in the belly of
Judah’s hopes, running into a brick wall.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2154
Oh, it’s so Ascetic
Posted: 12/2/2013 3:52:19 PM
Dear Yahweh

I love you, despite your invisible texture. But what am I
That I love you? I’m vapor, adrift a zephyr, climbing an
Intangible mountain. Would you have me to perish in
My wisdom, incapable of discerning the depth of your
Image? Come to me in my visions. Teach me to calculate
The meaning of every vibration, lest I perish to unbelief.
It is I, a child of dreams, a giant of faith, apologizing for
The grand master. But this is a confliction, made of
Iron of dualism. “Why is light given to a man whose way
Is hidden?” Expose us to brilliance—that we may rest
Upon spiritual cotton, for exilic cries have lead us to the
River of despair. In your absence, our loneliness has become
Intimate, where your likeness is the image of sorrow.
Tell us this is fiction. Tell us we weren’t born to emptiness.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2155
Oh, it’s so Ascetic
Posted: 12/13/2013 8:59:46 PM
Love has a Twin

The soul bleeds poetry, writhing through fields of glass. Let
Us celebrate, for death is our promise. Within visions spirit
Condescends. Thus I’m alive in a dream, wrestling with
Immortality. And my tarot has been read before the gates. If
I enter, shall she appear? Nay! Thus the longing is infinite,
Acidic within the intestines. And still, I’m bleeding poetry,
My bittersweet infection, rotten away my soul. But I’m filled
With faith, love, and affliction. I’m a contradiction, a
Paradox, pushing a boulder up a steep hill. Who shall sing to
My heart, a cosmic riddle, where the answer is love?—for
I’ve courted chaos, and the heartaches of a musician. I’ve
Tiptoed upon hot coals, dying in degrees, enlove with an
Illusion, a figment of my creation, and still, I hold love
Accountable. What is this monster, which thwarts my future?
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2156
My Mystic Love
Posted: 12/14/2013 5:02:56 PM
My Mystic Love

My mystic love, our song is immortal, the sound of Om.
It’s thunder within the soul, tribal drums within the spirit.
I’m webbed in vibrations, cultivating invisibility. The
Forest is fraught with our dreams, our stream is infinite.
I’ve died in my passion, awake to the touch of sorrows.
My mystic love, I’m intoxicated with chi, adrift a
Sacred vibe. Waves dance within our souls. We’re attached
To atmosphere, wrestling with the yoke of intangibility.
The pressure has become a wound, devastating spirit,
Wherefore I’m trapped within a heartbeat. Thus my
Mystic love, we’re linked within the reality of spirit,
Afflicted with heaven’s ache. Such substance is physical
Only in a dream. But the heart is a universe, esoteric
In its language. Thus our communication is divine.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2157
My Mystic Love
Posted: 12/15/2013 5:17:08 PM
Platonic Love

On account of love, I’m void of qualification. Thus, love is
The myth of Christ, and the fortune of Spirit. What is such
Attention, resonating within the soul. It’s an unphysical
Presence, setting emotion to flame, whereby the heart is
Filled with light, and the blood increases its motion. The
Spirit sparks the psyche, igniting the prose of Solomon,
And the wisdom of God. What’s this condition?—it’s an
Invisible discussion, a spiritual infusion, a friendship
Founded on intangibility. Every inclination is to love, to
Trespass upon metaphysical realities. Thus, through prayer,
An effusion of intensities soar throughout the universe,
Inducing tears upon impact. The apparatus is mystic in its
Design, an enigmatic passion, expressing itself in vibrations.
Its allegiance is love, an ethereal claim, ghostly in its texture.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2158
My Mystic Love
Posted: 12/19/2013 4:32:24 PM
Links within Spirit

Indeed, let the captains read: They died, alive in their spirits;
For only in a dream, my love! And I’m desperate to capture
This vision; it sings to our souls—the magic of life. But
Ours is friction, a beautiful monster, leviathan in the spirit.
Thus, we perish in our breath, unborn in our passions,
Leaking blood in our souls. And this marvelous nightmare,
A life giving force, fraught with the melancholy of joy.
Such mystery, flaming the spirit, adrift in the atmosphere.
It’s an esoteric garment, trailing our thoughts, infusing our
Souls. It’s the core of existence, testing our convictions. I
Dance in its cadence, addicted to composition, lost in poetry.
And your eyes, the color of pain, the image of wisdom.
Such symmetry, pensive in its design. It captured the spirit,
Needling the soul. And I try to forget, but the spirit is alive.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2159
My Mystic Love
Posted: 12/19/2013 8:40:41 PM
I see You

Resurrect, my love, for death is but a myth, a metaphysical
Allegory. Thus, fly freely, notwithstanding aches and pains;
Drift along the skyline, touch the frequency of God; for I see
You, subtle as mysticism, digging into my ascetic soul. My
Terrified dove, feel the pathos of love, divine in its misery,
Tearing into the spirit; for I see you, lost in reminiscence,
Walking the pyramids of legacy. And your countenance, aflame
With diamonds, a burning contrition, the inheritance of wisdom.
Such an intrusion this melancholic bliss, dragging the soul
Through purgatory. But this luminous affliction, this orderly
Chaos, is so magnificent. Thus, I see you, my love, treading the
Contour of infinity; your soul trembles, enamored with glory.
And hell rages in your region, for you’re a living miracle, a
Divine mortal, spiritually crucified. Indeed, I see you, my love.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2160
My Mystic Love
Posted: 12/20/2013 2:38:56 PM
Mystic Infusion

Oh the darkness of light, and the light of darkness! My soul,
The baptism of paradox. I’m alive, the panic of my fears,
Webbed to existence. But love, the glory of inflection, a
Paradise afar. And this mystic flow, the pith of the soul.
It’s mystique, a symphony of visions, seeping into the spirit.
I’m electrified, soaring through frequencies, soaked in
Majestic flames. And I’m ripe for rapture, the ecstasy of
Breath. Every experience takes the texture of conviction.
And every undulation rages within the soul. I’m aloft a dream,
The avalanche of spirit, terrified and trembling. Dear God,
My esoteric affliction, teach me to dance upon the symbols of
Music; infuse my psyche with the heart of wisdom; for
Reason is wanting. But I dare to peer into the Spirit of chaos,
If only to absorb vibrations, if only to feel cosmic ecstasy.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2161
My Mystic Love
Posted: 12/20/2013 9:28:17 PM
Epiphany II

Such radiance. Such light. Raging in my soul. Thus, tears well
In my spirit, dripping upon silt. Such mystery is the width of God.
I die therein, pondering the kernel of resurrection. And within
Visions, I’ve caught a glimpse of eternity—oh the depth of
Such paradox. And I’m infused, afloat an orchestra. Thus, my soul,
Fraught with concert, alive, unto the cliff of death. Such glorious
Affliction, thunder and lightning, racing through spirit. It’s the
Mystery of Christ, soaring through the universe, capturing mystic
Souls. I’m at once enchanted, composing to break free, if only to
Kiss the maestro. But this life, so brilliant in its reflection, my sore,
My bliss, as holy as prayer. And upstream lives the Truth—a
Nightmare pressing against the soul—graven intuition. Thus, my
Breath longs for Spirit, the keystone of this cosmic symphony.
And I’m filled with pathos, if only to touch the pearl of my existence.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2162
My Mystic Love
Posted: 12/23/2013 2:23:49 PM
The depth of Faith

The spirit is the master of contradiction. And only the Spirit fathoms
Its operations. But my doubts are quarantined, for misery is the fruit
Of deep joy, and joy is the unction of scars. Thus, the sanctum is
Purified, notwithstanding the forest of thorns. But trials, the pith of
Existence, effaced by the touch of love. And my heart, it aches,
Alive in its trauma. Wherefore, I dance upon the galaxy of script,
Stumbling through fields of emotion; and my soul, athirst for
Anodyne. But faith winnows the affliction, and the affliction becomes
A nib of wisdom; whereby webs are untangled, and intellect is given
Birth. Thus, I die, my angst, my resurrection, afloat the realm of
Mortal fears. And my being, the catapult of dreams, colored by feverish
Screams. Wherefore, I’m lost in anthologies, attempting to decode
Scriptures; whereby I flit and glide, intoxicated, my soul, a manifest
Vision. Thus, I perish to live, and live to perish, the depth of my faith.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2163
My Mystic Love
Posted: 12/31/2013 2:04:37 PM
Transgression and Glory

Ashamed. Travelling yonder. If only to shed the grief. For the
Beat of my heart, my divine affliction. Thus the stream,
Fraught with thorns. And I’m destined to perish, my forbidden
Love. Wherefore my soul—singed aglow, mourning division.
But oh such glorious affliction. To fall, alive in your death, unto
Panic and salvation. But distance, despite amazement, a sword
Through the spirit. And sin, the flinch of my soul, as radiant as
A flickering flame. Whereby infliction, appears as righteous,
But I dare to transgress. For struck with awe, my empyreal
Queen, as divine as darkness. And valiant in my trespass, I
Crossed unto hellish visions. Wherefore possessed, I affronted
Wisdom. Thus perdition, the ache of my soul, unto sulfur and
Flame. But majesty, as vibrant as light, the touch of mercy.
Whereby affliction, rapture of paradise, affection of my soul.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2164
My Mystic Love
Posted: 1/3/2014 12:46:53 PM
Intricate Design/Constant Death

Beyond physical—my burning amore. And I dare confess such
Strife. For love, such sublime sorrow, the ache of eternity. But
The mystery, a windfall, despite constant death. And I love
You, the texture of your pain, the passion of your joy. It’s the
Nib of Spirit, painting the canvas vague. Wherefore the soul, a
Fission of elements, facing mortal fears. But love, a soothing
Affection, infusion of God. Whereby the spirit soars, unto the
Alchemy of passion. And dreams sprout wings. Wherefore the
Caves, a vision of light, unto plighted illumination. Thus a
Halo mourns, afflicted with paradox, trapped in limbo. But oh
The rapture of love—the taste of chemistry. Its magnitude,
Mystic, unto redemption. Whereby the heart, filled with flame,
And such motion, despite the faceless. Thus the soul, a tender
Affliction, soaring unto constant death.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2165
My Mystic Love
Posted: 1/5/2014 6:19:34 PM
Unto the Pictureless

Such mercy, unto a conquered future. And I dare to kindle
Infinity. For love, maxim of a dynasty—only to resurrect
In triumph. And eminence, the crown of glory, my utter
Sensation. Wherefore the seed of death, unto life eternal. But
I dare to doubt, if only to discover Truth. Whereby the soul,
Fractured in the breeze. And my particles, adrift the faceless.
Thus idyllic my thrust, unto malaise and sorrow. For life, as
Dark as mystery, tacit as a fortress. But I dare to fathom
Light, epitome of my faith. Wherefore vexed, unto paradox,
Alive, a distant dream. And this moment, touch of déjà vu,
A flaming nightmare. Whereby aloft to escape, unto misery
And heartbreak. But I dare to believe, untamed in my faith,
Unto vision, and prophecy. Thus flung into anguish, the scar of
Spirit. And I dare love, unto a broken future.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2166
My Mystic Love
Posted: 1/11/2014 12:08:38 PM
Voiceless/Mystic Infusion

My voiceless infusion, unto sheer panic. Such rhythm, unto
The sanctum of God. I’m lost, shivering, awake in such
Passion. The mystique, my life, unto a wildfire. And awestruck,
Ensoul my shattered fane, else I perish the void. Wherefore
Spellbound, afloat a trance, unto a soul-quake. Whereby
Starlit, aflame, my burning spirit; in which tears, the waves of
Christ, unto sheer ecstasy. Thus unmask, my intimate Soul,
Else I dote upon sensation. Wherefore an ache, a sacred
Affliction, for Spirit, my flaming mystery. Whereby in part, the
Touch of grief, conflicted by the pulse of joy. Thus relic motion,
Unto the gaze of glory, in which tremors whelm the soul. And
Spirit- quakes, as surreal as thunder, unto sheer effulgence.
Wherefore faith, adrift the clouds, unto cosmic energy; in which
The psyche, attune to Paradise, unto neural ecstasy.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2167
My Mystic Love
Posted: 1/22/2014 7:23:41 PM
Something Akin to Love

It’s the force of dreams; images captured in visions; an artistic
Conundrum; for love, an unrequited gem, even diamonds
Aflame. But I dare to love, aloft a heartbeat. Whereby the
Impact, a mystic collision, traumatizing the soul. And oh the
Magic of such anguish, a childlike infusion—my dreams,
Flickering upon flame. Wherefore hope, the justice of God,
Writhing in spirit. Thus prayer, the sanctum of solace, unto
Burning mystery. And paradox, my bleeding faith, a museum
Of conflict. But soul, afflicted with light, unto the joy of
Pain. Wherefore prose, a touch of misery, colored in the
Solace of love. For paradise, a vivid image, the touchstone
Of praise. Thus astray, this fervent passion, unto a shattered
Mirror. But emotion, a taste of poetry, a sacred baptism.
Wherefore motion, despite the darkness, moves the soul.
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