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 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2101
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Within the Self

Searching into the mirror,
I had never seen myself.
I was frightened. Something
Was peering back at me.

This something was elusive,
But up close and personal—
Mocking my attempts to
Decode the mystery.

I soon walked away from
The mirror, and begin to
Meditate myself free—and
There it appeared—the

Presence of mystery. My
Heart begin to loom. My
Energy begin to surge, to
Surge throughout my being.

Something was upon me.
Something vibrant and alive.
I wanted to befriend this
Something. But how does

One befriend dimensions of
The self. I was at an impasse,
Soaking in the essence of
Illumination, burning in the

Spirit—splintered through
The soul; for there is a part
Of me, which gives life,
Vibrating within my person,

Connected to the world, but
Aloof to my comprehension.
A mystery lives within me,
And I am enlove with this

Mystery. So let it loom
Within my person, vibrating
Throughout my being,
Alerting me to the divine.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2102
Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 2/17/2012 8:46:42 PM
AF 190

Lest I vanish in self-illusion,
I grapple and grasp at reality.

Alas, I have pushed past the limits.

You have been to me my soul,
Gripping my hand tightly, through
The whole process of birth. Such
Pangs I held as solemn, sanctified
In my mind.

I now drift. You are my root.
But deadly as un-tillaged pain.
I escaped you, just as father did.

I return. You gave to me a new
Friend, my now cultivated
Destruction. You closely
Destroyed me. But I am now
Reborn. This life! My labyrinth
Womb!
 songfulsoul60
Joined: 3/21/2008
Msg: 2103
Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 2/18/2012 12:07:22 AM
yeeees push past the limits
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2104
Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 2/18/2012 2:32:18 PM
AF 199 (Looking into my Rearview)

Through hollow crevices
I walk a narrow road. Why
Force me into so many
Closets?—where webs entangle
The soul!

Cryptic wailings pour into my
Inner ear. I was but a child at
That time, sore and pessimistic.
I knew not the detriment of our
Passion—the mental thrash
—the cathedral of repentance.

I was detached, shadowed in
Words unspoken—where wolves
Distort the innocence of one’s
Youth. Our last embrace was
Frustrated, where our vows of
Forever slowly rotted in sulfur.

I now feel the indifference of
Our confession; albeit, it was
Sparsely felt back then. I can
Now remove the albatross, or
Can I?




Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2105
Afflatus Fragments
Posted: 2/18/2012 5:13:49 PM
The motion of light
Restores what is
Weak in me—the
Suitable sought
Without grasp.
This karnac walk
Through the cave
Of love, every step
Is another twinge
Within the psyche—
Tearing my soul
Asunder. Seismic
Motion moves me,
Making magic of
The moment—such
Moments make
Truth of love.

Thoughts, they walk
With me—many
Unpaid for—the
Soreness of my
Heart. Did he find
What he sought for?

Then let me repent
For my past. I was
Unaware of the
Aftermath. Woe
Was nigh the spirit,
I acted impetuously,
Drained by a demon.


Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2106
Afflatus Fragments
Posted: 2/19/2012 5:01:43 PM
A Moment in Time

Carry me through the desert,
Lord. I’m thirsty in this arid
Land. My inward mirror is
Rusty. I buff it. But the grime
Is thick. I buff it. But my image
Is still hazy!

I’m afflicted, afflicted with sin,
As one born therein. And the
Spirit of lust has damaged me
In part. But I confess, I was
Damaged willingly.

Within the psychic mountains,
I attempt to climb above the
Pressure, but the pressure is
Far too heavy. I’m exhausted!

Forgive me for the perception
Of transgression, but the spirit
Is plaguing me. Thus, place me
In the subterranean secret,
Right beneath the Spirit’s
Pinions.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2107
Pouring It Out
Posted: 2/20/2012 4:42:54 PM
Mystic undulations
Surge throughout my
Being. I have been
Afflicted sorely by
An afflatus, draining
My heart, provoking
My actions. It’s
Similar to a lovelock,
Otherwise a mystic-lock.
I wonder if paradise
Is near. But I’m
Certain that we are
Dearly undone, stuck
At an impasse, but
Devoted to keeping
Our distance. I pine
For our truth to
Breathe, but presently
We are nibbling fruit
From a poison tree.

I am forced to adhere
To heartbeats,
Searching through
The crucible of
Existence, searching
For a relic heartbeat.
Where is this heartbeat?
It pulsates throughout
My being, but it is
Aloof from my grasp.
Thus, into a whirlwind
I descend, falling into
A storehouse of mystery
And malaise. Love has
Been sewn in agony,
But the word love is
Insufficient. It doesn’t
Capture the essence of
Souls bonding through
Frequencies.

Groaning in the spirit,
Something resonates in
Our chest—a plangent
Force. Shall we answer?




Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2108
Streaming
Posted: 2/21/2012 4:54:36 PM
Streaming

Out of a thousand winks, I awoke
To visions. A deacon was offering
Me assistance, for sin was yanking
At my psyche. I am but a man
Hidden from himself, warring off
The plague of omens. What a soul
To treasure! As poetry pours forth,
Ink pens rupture in the spirit. In
Truth, existence renders heartache
And soulfelt agonies. Thus, I am
Subject to illusions. Embrace me
For who I Am, and never shall we
Utter deception. Life is but a burden
Without the soul of the mind
Attached. We must learn to
Conquer existence. Else, we are
Left seeking without a cause.

A vision founded within a myth has
Intoxicated my senses. I looked into
The crystal of a godly fantasy, and
There you appeared, more tangible
Than the death of that very myth.
Statuesque woman of passions
Birthed within my soul, I perish
Grasping at the visage of your radiant
Countenance. A million tears to be
Shed, a thousand words unheard, but
You put to rest the uneasiness of
Existence. You, goddess of Zeus’
Passions, envy of wisdom, my queen,
Fallen from heaven. If I could but
Understand you, maybe then I could
Escape you.
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2109
Streaming
Posted: 2/22/2012 4:34:13 PM
From depth the belly of
The beast, a mystic was
Born, born to misery,
Agony and betrayal.

Such heartache was
Required to unlock the
Core essence of who I
Am to become.

However,

In mystic tongues, I
Wail, pleading to
Understand the mystery
Encompassing my being.

Why me, becomes the
Question—such a childish
Question, but nonetheless,
Such a question probes

My psyche.

I have met so many similar
To myself: silently
Undergoing transmutation,
Face to face with eternity.

Who are we to harbor
Secrets? But to speak freely
Is a myth, one encircled by
A small room—who are we

To test the boundaries?

Therefore, we remain babes
In the city, walking our way
Through the forest of flames—
Forever seeking.





Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2110
Streaming
Posted: 2/23/2012 9:47:58 AM
Students

At the college library, at a
Long table, made of oak,
A riddle unfolds—I am
Becoming a book, where
An invisible composer is
Writing my life. There are
Over a billion of us world-
Wide—running behind
Schedule, forgetting our
Books, harassing the
Professor, unknowingly
And unsuspectingly,
Becoming encyclopedias.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2111
Abstract Expression
Posted: 2/23/2012 10:37:27 AM
Abstract Expression

Life is the art of living—
Sorting through the seaweed
While adhering to ideals.

Scars, indelible wounds,
Breed wisdom—hear the
Drums of our ancestors.

A bush is burning, and I’m
Drawing near—to hear the
Word of invisibility.

Through an electrical
Current a coach was born,
Awakening our souls.

A voiceprint is impressed
Upon our spirits—the
Pillar of our existence.

Dreamlike dimensions, our
World within a world,
Allaying our troubled hearts.

To escape the anguish,
Many become dreamers,
Desperate for an epiphany.

Gazing into an heirloom,
We discover that prayer is
A sacred antidote.

A temblor is raging within
Our spirits, we are athirst
For a savior.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2112
When Tears Fall
Posted: 2/26/2012 3:01:06 PM
When Tears Fall

Even within the meadows
Of wisdom, aside Siddhartha’s
Creek, tears fall suddenly and
Without warning, leaving

Splintered souls, to wish upon
A rose, within the churchyard
Of forever—where we bow
And pay homage to divinity.

Still, tears shall fall. Thus,
Thoughts are cloudy, hearts
Are heavy, and spirits are
Slain—destined to wrestle

With the phantom of
Depression. Where does this
Phantom dwell?—for we are
Careful not to trespass its

Domain—the waterfall of
Soulfelt cries. Indeed, we
Monitor our subconscious,
Warding off the negative

Debris, hoping not to trigger
The hand of invisibility,
Whereby, a volcano erupts,
Pouring sadness into our

Spirits. Indeed, we are ever
Alert. But our keenness
Proves futile, even a form
Of magical deception—

For acid rain again sprinkles
From our eyes, the source of
Which is unbeknownst to our
Souls.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2113
When Tears Fall
Posted: 2/27/2012 2:33:07 PM
Pendulum of Extremes

Within a garden of daffodils
Teardrops soak into the soil
Suddenly and without
Warning—let us pray.

Within the confines of a
Small room, memories cause
Laughter to burst forth—
Such joy is intoxicating.




Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2114
When Tears Fall
Posted: 2/27/2012 2:43:19 PM
Meditation

When I am desolate,
I vanish within myself, if only to
Absorb the fullness of emptiness.
I strike at the root, burning into it.

This feeling, is the finger of music,
Branding my soul. I meditate
Until contrition has dissipated.
I become the universe.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2115
To Realign
Posted: 2/29/2012 2:49:36 PM
To Realign

Impalpable love and
Limpid pain, each the
Fragrance of eternity.

After we wash our
Hands, we shall picnic
In the vineyard.

Partake of the fruit of
Love, my amore—believe
In me.

Out of the deepness of the
River, we shall prevail—
If we so choose.

What have we become?—
Taking this elevator
Journey, searching the skies.

As a phoenix, we shall
Reincarnate. The pain
Shall not last forever.

She is of choice gold,
Being treated like bronze.
Where do I fit in?

Will more than vibrations
Effloresce?—for the stars
Are singing our song.

How does one of her
Stature suffer silently?—a
Stranger to my eyes.

Such embarrassment has
Realigned my soul.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2116
Fraught with Mystery
Posted: 3/3/2012 7:44:48 PM
Fraught with Mystery

Fraught with mystery, I
Retreat into the sanctum
Of the soul, only for the
Mystery to intensify.

Each vibration brings
Into focus her delicate
Features, swarming
Through the eye of the

Psyche. My spirit is
Heavy to understand:
How is it that two
Become one?—even

From a distance!

I feel fettered to a dream,
Shadowed by illusions,
Where only a riddle can
Save me.

But who possesses such
A riddle? And is it
Locked away in a cave.
I am not certain. I only

Pray that such a riddle
Exists, for I am in dire
Need of a sacred key,
Which cleanses the

Debris.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2117
Fraught with Mystery
Posted: 3/7/2012 2:33:46 PM
The Arête

I disappointed the arête,
Longing for forbidden
Dreams, delving into
The heart of desire.

But must I repent for
Dreams—and who
Determines the nature
Of such prayers?—for

I pine for a forbidden
Love, wrestling with
The arête, afflicted wit
The heart of Solomon.

Indeed, a harpoon has
Pierced my spirit, but I
Realize the nature of
Dreams—albeit

Forbidden, a dream is
Merely a mist impressing
Upon the psyche unless
Acted upon; and I acted

Upon a dream, hereby
Disappointing the arête.
How do I make right?—
I must forsake the dream.

But the dream has taken
On a life of its own,
Where I realize the depth
Of reality, however, the

Dream is still vibrant!



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2118
Fraught with Mystery
Posted: 3/8/2012 5:32:21 PM
Paint the fool in me
Grey, as an effusion
Of mystic wisdom
Surges throughout my

Fane. It’s a two-edge
Sword, where I walk
Either side of the fence
Careful of the flames,

For they are raging for
Flesh. Breathe upon
Our souls, Father.
Awaken us to the

Vibrations of Eternity—
Cause us to become
Present with ourselves.
Indeed, make the mirror

Speak, my Lord—may
It speak the language
Of spirituality. May
The circuits of heaven

Enlighten us, teaching
Us to read life through
The filter of our
Anagogic lens, for our

Third eyes are blighted—
Where all has become
Carnal. But what of the

Smiles, hidden within
The soul? They speak
Of the manifestation of
Spirit—our nature’s

Home.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2119
Fraught with Mystery
Posted: 3/8/2012 6:08:24 PM
As tears attempt to fall,
I wonder of her whereabouts—
I wonder of her state of mind.
And how often will I trespass

Upon the grounds of mystic
Anguish, for I remember the
Abrasions—they were replicas
Of my own.




Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2120
Beyond Limits
Posted: 3/9/2012 2:10:07 PM
Beyond Limits

Within the rotunda of the
Soul—will you dine with
Me?—where we partake
Of the spirit.

If I uttered the word love,
Would this divide a
Kingdom?—for I am
Pensive, draining softly.

Let us peruse the Seven
Wonders of the world,
Vowing to one another
Eternity ere the Temple

Of Artemis.

Who better to witness our
Vows, while the flame of
The spirit is ever
Intensifying?

My luminous relic, shine
Ere the world, hide not
Your light, for you were
Born to be seen.

A thunderstorm of
Vibrations have flooded
Throughout my entire
Being. I believe this is

The same for you.

But to uproot and change
Venues, this was the fool
In me, lost in tunnels of
Romance, enchanted

Beyond limits.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2121
Beyond Limits
Posted: 3/9/2012 9:06:34 PM
(Written while drunk)

Adrift

I search out the wisdom
Of the dinosaurs, and the
In thumping drums of
Tribes afar, while drinking
The poison of a goddess.

To the cellar, my friends,
Let us celebrate the poet’s
Stream, singing within,
Asearch for metaphors,
And the genius within.

I await the chariot of
Flames, paused in the
Depth of the forest,
Preparing my speech for
The gods.

They shall be totally
Amazed, for I aim to
Confront the ideal—why
Is it that I must adjust to
Sin?

Moreover, remove the
Badge of honor, for babes
Are dying, while vultures
Wait nigh, eager to devour
Their muscle and flesh.

Lastly, I opt to return, that
I may aid the awakening.
Shall I be granted my
Request, or must I beg
Before the altar.


Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2122
Fraught with Mystery
Posted: 3/12/2012 2:53:16 PM
Humans are Divine

In search of comfort,
We fall into the
Spirit within, as love
Resonates within the

Choir of the heart.

This is the feeling of
Divinity—both carnal
And divine. Once
Enthralled, who

Attempts to escape!

One becomes curious,
Wishing to master the
Operations of the spirit—
Peering into psychic

Secrets.

At moments in time, we
Find ourselves drenched
In vibrations, where the
Inward-utterance of a

Name, intensifies such
Vibrations.

How is it that the divine
Is also human in nature!
The two have become
One, within evolved

Vehicles.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2123
Fraught with Mystery
Posted: 3/12/2012 4:47:51 PM
Expression

I was downhearted when
My senses returned, afraid
Of the image I had created.
My soul was overlaid in

Splinters, searching for a
Paradise. In hindsight,
Everything is bittersweet,
Else, I drift aside lies.

I have become intimate
With the mirror—peering
Into my soul-print, listening
For the stars above.

How do I forgo the trumpet
Blast of vibrations?—despite
The truth, for evermore the
Vibrations are intensifying.

If only we could pause the
World, and fly away, that we
May see, and feel, up-close
The hand of divinity.

But I am assuredly a
Dreamer, haunted by thorns
Of fantasy, spellbound,
Wrestling with my inner self.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2124
Fraught with Mystery
Posted: 3/14/2012 3:15:45 PM
To Speak of Freedom

The light of a candle is
Flickering in our souls.
We have hope, for we
Have seen a gleam of
Heaven, with our brows
Forward in the Word.
Our spirits are leaping.
The tongues of Ghost
Are present. We want
The stars, else our souls
Sigh heavily. Our song-
birds sing of freedom,
But our reality speaks of
Oppression. And guess
What flew in—the
Vultures, waiting for a
Body to keel over and
Perish, from the sadness.
But we are ever gnawing
Upon hope, while the
Children too carry the
Burden of adults. Mid-
night cries, attest to the
Madness. The war is
Now psychical, making
The spirit drowsy, as we
Run around in circles.
We pray that our tongues
Will break free, for many
Are fetter to fear. And
Yes, we dare speak of
Freedom: the freedoms
Of the cultivated, for we
Are also cultivated. Look
Closely at the image in
The mirror. Hear such an
Image speak of our
Ancestors—for we are one.



Naive
 NaiveAndWitty
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 2125
Fraught with Mystery
Posted: 3/14/2012 3:16:20 PM
To Speak of Freedom

The light of a candle is
Flickering in our souls.
We have hope, for we
Have seen a gleam of
Heaven, with our brows
Forward in the Word.
Our spirits are leaping.
The tongues of Ghost
Are present. We want
The stars, else our souls
Sigh heavily. Our song-
birds sing of freedom,
But our reality speaks of
Oppression. And guess
What flew in—the
Vultures, waiting for a
Body to keel over and
Perish, from the sadness.
But we are ever gnawing
Upon hope, while the
Children too carry the
Burden of adults. Mid-
night cries, attest to the
Madness. The war is
Now psychical, making
The spirit drowsy, as we
Run around in circles.
We pray that our tongues
Will break free, for many
Are fetter to fear. And
Yes, we dare speak of
Freedom: the freedoms
Of the cultivated, for we
Are also cultivated. Look
Closely at the image in
The mirror. Hear such an
Image speak of our
Ancestors—for we are one.



Naive
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