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Msg: 2160
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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