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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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selective vision Love me, until no shread of evidence remains and when our dancing days are done we’ll join the mist maiden, in her spring issue of true-after life determination, in that last garden of hope cutting our way to the heart of love Where outside becomes an inside cappucino a place where cold cannot breach earth, our rocking chair, where yarns of come back home, becomes a rustic village wandering within our visions of winding paths we mold a rebirth of knowledge, days simmering air born birds...surpassingly swollen with plumage humming what we encountered before burned by the intimate womb of a consciousness place releasing another day another limb that aches you open the door to every house we’ve ever lived we love not the reasons, but listen where sensation resides deep within a dimension of love, passion and our deepest desires There art stretches a world to our needs inspired by infinate reflections, more lovely then breathless eternity profound is our sense of faith weightier then life itself, save the curves you’ve touched on that ancient thicket of the core of our being, boundless requited love where dawn draws a life blood of magick pouring outward in a thousand lives each more thrilling then the quiet tears of awakening in a land of us…where love feels us in an absolute faultlessness radiant balance makes its way into everything that the mind, heart and eyes, have always searched for and known the flame in our hearts become a searing threshold of one warmth bedazzled by life’s quest feeling a sound inside, bursting with words that whisper from our souls...every moment, every second led us to this ethereal existence and yes, my love every moment in life "is" worth it... |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Love me, until no shread of evidence remains Where outside becomes an inside cappucino a place where cold cannot breach earth There art stretches a world to our needs inspired by infinate reflections, ....every moment led us to this ethereal existence and yes, my love every moment in life "is" worth it... These words tie this poem together, The ties that bind the inbetweens, are what I call "earth talk" "earth talk" " in that last garden of hope" " a place where cold cannot breach-earth," "air born birds...surpassingly swollen with plumage humming what we encountered " "art stretches a world to our needs inspired by infinate reflections" " you’ve touched on that ancient thicket" "quiet tears.. of awakening in a land of us" I believe that "earth talk" manifests the soul, the invisible spirit (in my mind) is made most effectively visible, by speaking in that type of poetic language... You have used them well to get the human emotion points across. That is why this poem is a very good one for me to read .....  ------------ice ><> |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
"Love me, until no shread of evidence remains" wow...compelling read, my friend~ ~baby **Intoxicant to the SouL** |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Very well done! Loved the last stanza most."too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
each more thrilling then the quiet tears of awakening in a land of us… always so much depth to enjoy in your writings M |
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