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maya-v Knowflake Posts: 1534 From: Registered: Dec 2004
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posted March 05, 2005 04:44 PM
CrucifiedBe the thorn in my side Be the cross that I bear The pain is more precious Than pleasures celestial As my unholy misery clears the gauzy allure I lay persecuted Splattered across the pedestal My sinning presence draws garbs anew the wench of the west the saint of yore And through the throes of my demise rose your phoenixian charisma and the cosmos applauds your robes fresh and pure IP: Logged |
Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 5713 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted March 06, 2005 11:29 AM
Wow! Magnificent poem, Maya! Really thought provoking. I liked it very much. I love your archetypal, or mythological, sense; your sense of the truly epic, eternal, and original principles. Everything you express is atypical, and, for me, its like a breath of fresh air. You can bear my cross any day of the week. (So, is that your Venus/Mars opposition to Pluto, your own phoenixian charisma, talking ((to me)) again, or what?) But, maya, I don't believe you meant to say that misery was unholy. I think you know, at least as well as I do, that all joy is born in out of misery; and the greatest joys are born of the greatest miseries. Isn't that the story of the phoenix; the one your poem ultimately conveys? "Where there is suffering, there's holy ground." - Oscar Wilde IP: Logged |
26taurus Knowflake Posts: 12289 From: * Registered: Jun 2004
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posted March 08, 2005 04:04 AM
That was beautiful maya. IP: Logged |
maya-v Knowflake Posts: 1534 From: Registered: Dec 2004
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posted March 08, 2005 04:26 PM
Thanks 26, I have recently met someone who inspires these weird Uranian ideas in me. Most of my stuff is pretty tame, or has been, till now. Is passionate but not so graphic. This one kinda scared me a little bit. Thanks for seeing past the words and getting the meaning LH - IP: Logged |
maya-v Knowflake Posts: 1534 From: Registered: Dec 2004
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posted March 09, 2005 11:03 AM
A Soul's DemiseBroken shards of a million rainbows Lacerating the tender soles of my baby steps Squinting eyes look out at the desolate landscape Faintly marking the outline of broken hopes Why does it have to work at all If some day it is meant to be broken Why does the fresh, playful dew kiss the rose's cheeks If it is going to disappear by the light of the day And the echoes ringing deafeningly Through the cold, drafty hallways of my soul And the thunder of memories drowns my pitiful screams As my heart falls into the forever despair pit And ages pass as I rest there restlessly Yet no light, no notes reach my lair Till slowly the faint light of a forgotten memory Breathes its last whiff along with me
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Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 5713 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted March 09, 2005 01:36 PM
This is so powerful, i dont even want to break the silence with my praise...I cannot dispute the darkness, but to say that there is also light. Your poem speaks to the truth of a moment in time, a moment of true inspiration. But time is never static. "The sun also rises." Yes, and hastens to the place of its demise. And, of all things, nothing is as complete, or as dead, as a work of art founded on conviction; all answers and no questions. We must transcend the work if we are to see what lies beyond it. What comes next? Nothing real is ever finished, and what can be said? Only this: That one must learn to breath the air of the moment; for that is always the freshest. When the soul breathes out its last breath, then there is room for the spirit to enter in. "It is always darkest just before the dawn." ------------------ Judgement is the antithesis of understanding. IP: Logged |
26taurus Knowflake Posts: 12289 From: * Registered: Jun 2004
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posted March 09, 2005 03:09 PM
That's great maya! Keep em comin! You have a way with words. IP: Logged |
Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 5713 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted March 12, 2005 11:41 AM
The cicle only sees the winter The sparrow only sees the springLike snow I fell to earth Like snow to earth I sink Oh ephemeral passing light What springtimes you pursue And I in my darkest hours Can only envy you.
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maya-v Knowflake Posts: 1534 From: Registered: Dec 2004
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posted March 13, 2005 07:41 PM
and it is in the darkest nights, that life actually breathes its most glorious dreams ... have you seen the starfish, the jellyfish and all those electric magical creatures living in the fathomless depths of the sea?IP: Logged |
Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 5713 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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maya-v Knowflake Posts: 1534 From: Registered: Dec 2004
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