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litha and sex magichow,
in the midsummer's circle he
was pressing his tongue into her
flower petal heart peeling out and tracing
stars into her skin hoping
the sage would keep on
burning, wasted away
into the cracks of the
house;
little cottage in the woods that
sighed against the copse
and the curl
of her fingers against his
back
her pale yellow dress making
waves against the moonlight,

the erotes were good to her that night
but asked too much
of only bodies they received
each
ascend & de-
cline, rose quartz spilling off
into the air

and the city, thick
& rot with
greed,
forgotten
One True LoveYou found me deep in the darkness
Even though I didn't want to be found
You heard me weeping on my knees
Alone in the dark; no one to love

Every sign pointed to different directions
But every sign lead to a dead end
I couldn't see where I was going
But the signs made it seem as if I can take any road

Every one I asked said follow the signs
Their smiles and hunched backs pointed to only darkness
Alleys with cheap tricks and lies
Cities that had so many signs to happiness

Brothels, bars, casinos, to even nightclubs
This place started to scare me
But I became so attracted to this darkness
I wanted to stay longer; maybe something here can mak
An Open Curtain to Existence
As of now, in seconds of the moment,
do gears turn behind the scenes
of a system in action of constant breath.
At the darker sides of opened curtains,
where the strings are pulled, some up some down...
manipulated, the changing set and scenery...
to each their own, the improvised choice of every actor,
specific roles without scripts...
as an ageless audience watches on.
Tears of an AngelA crystal tear drop,
Blue as sapphire,
Beautiful in the light,
Of the Moon.
This shining jewel,
Filled with pain,
Of a child's last breath.
A pure emotion,
In this shimmering object,
A gift,
Unto the soul.
Yet tainted,
By greedy thoughts.
Wanting to obtain this crystal jewel.
Turning it,
From it's iridescent Sapphire,
To the opaque Tourmaline.
It must be cleansed,
It must be pure again,
Take it to the child,
The child of Forever White.
The soul will be lost,
With no way back.
Go cleanse it,
And save,
This unfortunate soul.
Walking down this RoadWalking down this Road

Walking down this road
I see
The people You love
The ones who don’t know it

What am I waiting for?
I have breath in these lungs
I have strength in these legs
My heart beats in this chest

There are some who are hurting
Dying inside
Needing God
And His love

Walking down this road
My heart hurts for them
Knowing their poem
Wanting to help them

I put myself in their path to help
To help them
To love them
To let them know about God
Love is Like...Love is Like…

Love
Is like the glittering diamonds above
So beautiful, so unreachable

Love
Is like golds, reds, purples, oranges and pinks
Colorful and deep

Love
Is like the wind
Strong, gentle and always there

Love
Is like the sun
Warm and welcoming

Love
Is like the hills
High and breathtaking

Love
Is like the light
Pushing back the dark

Love
Is like a flower
Delicate and pretty

Love
Is like the ocean
Deep and mysterious

Love
Is like a helping hand
Reaching out to others

Love
Is like a hug
Whole and encompassing

Love
Is like so many things
But really is indescribable

Love
Is shown through us
Given to us from God
the way home"we are made of stars"
 they wrote in my
new book

 he drew one of his
nautical stars
  and I can navigate

by the light of stars
 such as these
we are made
Live Each Moment FullyLive Each Moment Fully

Live each moment fully
You don’t know how long you have
Or somebody does

You could have years
Days
Minutes

You affect people
Whether you think so
Or not

They watch
They listen
They make decisions

Those moments
Those decisions
All that is done

They make choices
Based off what they see
And hear

What will they see?
What will they hear?
Will their choices be good or bad?

Live every moment fully
For everyone counts
Whether alone or not

Someone is watching
Learning and doing
Off of what you do

What will you choose?
Will you choose to go your own way
And live in darkness?

Or
Will you choose to go God’s w
On the EdgeThere is a cliff at the edge of the world
Storm clouds gather and the wind howls
While I stand, arms stretched wide
Embracing

Lightning shatters the endless darkness
CRACK! splits the cacophony
Thunder follows, so loud I can feel it
Reverberating

Wind whips the waves into mad crests below
Salt spray stinging jubilant eyes
Dolphins leap through the swells, fearless
Celebrating

There is peace amid your careful chaos
Knowledge that all things balance in the end
Fierce joy at being swept up in your arms at last
Accepting
The PainterThe road twists like a river, like a snake
Brings me past trees on the hills that roll
The brushstrokes of a master evidenced
In the absolute care and precision that
The leaves are dabbled on, pointed
Like hands, like hearts.

And the farms, fields cleared, plowed,
Planted and harvested in good time
The geometry perfect, yet natural
The chronology - dare it be said - divine
And beside, the fields not man made
But cleared by the artist Himself.

Within I see flowers - white points -
Scattered randomly, beautifully
Lit along with the grass in an expertly
Executed wash of evening sunset,
Now disclosing bending, lovely, towering
Trees, oaks, pine
Frustration"My smile is fake today, inside im shaking.My bright eyes dont shine from happiness, they hold back tears of fear and frustration.Im not out walking in the sun to feel it's warmth, Im running away from the pain where I stay.Today is not a good day"
The WarOh the war is real alright
the battle for our souls
tho the battle lines are yet drawn
in reds, blacks, browns and whites
the Blue Dawn approaches
and with it heralds gone
I wield my sword
to and fro
In hopes of gaining gold
I fight with mounted Steed
oh White he is to me
He flies and flits
Oh my, he quits
his crimson stain I see
I rise up against flaming arrows
Dark yonder, behind
I see his laughing face
It pierces me
Oh God these flames
And to Hell I'm off my feet
He rides on metal
grinding ash and bone
He stomps and prances
Prince be Proud
for Victory is won
The green is red
thy grass is bed
coarse and heartless
Suck me dry!
I see my Savior rides
On a Mountain nonetheless
The Lions Roar
and meet thy bow
In battle of steel and Soul
I see again the Victor comes
He rides like Death Himself
He meets the Savior
Alas, hes there
in the cold hard grass with me
My wounds singe and Burn
Thy arrows have purged
All that's left
is My Song, tis best
Never Heard anymore
I shall lie here till Morni
barriersadjusting the angle of the laser gun
that points at a
caleidoscopic stew so far;
essentially, aiming
at the moon.

so trickle his days.

-

an alchemist,
he devotes himself to
alloys,
forcing the torrid and the
potent to
copulate
with the torpid, milk-white and the ilk,

sparking specks of
all the colours of the universe,
and more.
striking stone against
another, they
proliferate,

but never do
cohere
into a single pattern.

a scientist,
he despairs
over the technicolour platter.

-

yeshu rides through the groomed, hushed city
picking up prostitutes and cracking peanuts,
it is a tender
night and the wind rubs its head against his ca
nothing is the limit i am 5'10 barefooted,
and the 5" heels i wear
are to make boys like
you
insecure about women like
me.

i only want the clicking
of my heels to be like a
time bomb
for you, signaling the end of
everything.

my lipstick doesn't stain,
and my nail polish doesn't
chip, and everything about
me is made to be
perfect.

so look over your shoulder
and sleep with one eye open
because on of these days,
i
  will
        rule
              the
   world.
Praddling Tides Of JudgmentalismHow is it you feel justified to judge me
Or to condemn the way I embrace my affection
Do you think you are somehow better
While you call my morality into question
Are you such a ridiculous drama queen
That you think that you're perfect and blameless
For there is none on earth that is pure
None that remains white as snow it's your faithlessness
That brings to question who we are really meant to be
Yet you praddle on and on
With eyes that never learn a thing
Because you are set in yourself
And see none other in their suffering
Arrogance so blind it can strangle the life
Out of the spirit of nobility
Sickening greed so powerful
That no more is t
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The Illusion of Life

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Life is a carcinogen
Every moment leading towards oblivion
Down the road leading to death we head
A cancer of tales and places, people and things
Growing on the Self

Remove the tumor
Remove the cancer
Remove the disease
Release the Self.

When we lose ourselves, we gain the Self
Through the Self, we truly become
Finally begot, we are
And only then can we be
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~The-2nd-Philosopher Feb 16, 2010
Nice
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~beigegray Feb 1, 2010
A cancer of tales and places, people and things
Growing on the Self

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~gabrielcrimson Jan 26, 2010
But Brahman is everything as it is so being alive or dead is in itself contribution and alive or dead you're not losing or gaining your just being. So the ultimate goal of enlightenment is being part of that universal enlightenment as it is. Dying isn't being yourself, living is while you have a choice to define what and who you are. I'm atheist so everything i've just written is absolute waffle as far as i'm concerned lol. I liked the poem itself but i can never pass up the chance for discussion lol and some buddhist prayer sessions are entirely devoted to questioning their own beliefs so it's all good.
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~Lord-Karsus Jan 26, 2010
Being born, and thus, being "sentenced to die" was a very profound point made in the Brihadaranyaka Upanishad that I recently read. I wanted to include that concept, so I turned it into allegory for how, simply in living, people emphasize on "wrong" things- at least, from those Hindu principles. People get caught up focusing their lives on certain people, places, things, whatever they are, and lose sight of themselves. Remove those "wrong" things, and a person is 'deconstructed' into his/her most basic, primal "elements"- the 'whateveritis' that defines what Humans are, in an objective "we have some kind of spirit that is inherently ours and inherently our most basic building block, for a lack of better words. When that happens, and a person isn't "clouded" by everything else, they then realize truly who they are.

If that makes some sense. I'm not Hindu (or Buddhist), so I can only understand and express the concepts as I, myself, understand them. I am agnostic, but have a deep love, for a lack of better words, of Eastern mysticism and the underlying "power" of it all- again, if that makes sense.
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~gabrielcrimson Jan 26, 2010
so life leads down the road to death and life exacerbates the cancer that is life and only through removing the cancer, tumor and disease of people places and things can you be yourself....... so only by being dead to everything is the only time you can be yourself?
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~Lord-Karsus Jan 26, 2010
Life is an inevitable countdown towards death, in which (some believe) the soul is eternally reborn, because the realities of physical existence retard its ability to achieve enlightenment. Remove the "shackles" of life, and that soul can become enlightened; once enlightened, it is it's purest form, joining with the Brahman, the omnipresent "soul" of the universe.
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