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Wednesday, February 7, 2007
17- Random Thoughts Connected...
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Monday, December 25, 2006
16- Random Thoughts Connected...
The Splinter
In my dreams,
a chateau took form.
Native to what was to come
my fingers
cast the arsonist
as its masterpiece.
Long suffering did not know
the pucker of a vanishing tongue
for I was,
the hearer of illusions
kissing nightmares
under creaky doorways.
Unburdened, I once danced
to expected love's return.
As sweet camouflage played,
the attending antiquity
was born in walls.
Applauding mirrors mesmerize imitations
in such a way, that the enduring flair
of an outsider
carries sanity to the flame.
How eerie it is to find myself
emptied by wisdom,
sitting alone as reflection paints anew.
Intimacy must know my stories to touch
the treasured forbidden pulse.
Can't I paraphrase the finale of my loathing
that you might know enough?
Here lay the ruins from embezzled love
and yet look at how magnificent it all is.
The crumbling walls will illuminate
what’s caged and
fallen
and the splinter
will dream of its depart.
rebuketheworld at 4:12:45 PM PST
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Wednesday, December 13, 2006
15- Random Thoughts Connected...
Transient
Into the deep forests,
the baritone winds
has had their time.
The yore of ailments
glows, as the admonished
walk through, searching.
She is like many of us.
A transient
whose slumber travails.
Sedating,
what is to come
she awakens
again
caressing the void’s
that haunt her.
I know how she feels.
Sweet idles of solace
has enamored my Cri de coeur.
In the mist,
the sojourners epilogue is
approaching.
What good is a drifter whose
accession traces a hollow journey?
Heeding to bliss,
she rouses
to what is dead.
Guided inwardly,
the wilted flower
will have her bloom.
She is lovely.
notes- Cri de coeur means a heartfelt cry.
Art: This Is the Hour
Artist Homepage: NekhbetSun's Gallery
I must tell you that I wrote Mina, the artist and I have encouraged her to make this piece available for the consumer to buy. I have grown a bit attached to the woman in this portrait.
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rebuketheworld at 1:57:12 AM PST
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Wednesday, December 6, 2006
14- Random Thoughts Connected...
Love Finds
Venture with me
to where the uncaged
take an oath of immortal credence.
Long ago, my mysterious suitors
drafted their mirage unto time.
Savoir faire fathomed years while foolishness
sang sonnet’s of decay
from what its not.
Time can not define me inopportune
for unrequited love has not
archived my soul.
I am able to cross the seas of transgressions
to unearth a guidepost
where even prose can not dignify
this trance of knowing.
Art: Sunset on the Lake
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rebuketheworld at 2:56:23 AM PST
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Thursday, November 30, 2006
13- Random Thoughts Connected...
Depression
I interrogated my mourning,
until my inner core
ceased to be
all that it was.
The sane filtering
of the old drums banging into quiescent
had longed for a walkway
to heal its noise for some time.
Someone told me, darkness
comes before the dawn.
As the galaxy unrolled,
the winnow of reason
opened up a porthole,
reminiscing
I reached for oblivion.
Did I forget that the stars shift
when a heart envisions its awe?
I think I had.
Tears falling, the dawn is coming.
Art: After the Storm
Artist: LightArtFractals
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rebuketheworld at 12:59:21 AM PST
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Tuesday, November 28, 2006
12- Random Thoughts Connected...
Bondage
Ah, the festering aroma of innuendos,
have I not smelled the craft of your imagination today.
Who is beholden to whom anymore
but a mind and its own bouquet
of opium.
It does feel like dementia of a sort.
Sniffing valleys of privy vindication.
Sniffing the con artist’s who cry
and the landslides that say,
it is what it is.
This perennial sediment
has left a fighter with a sword
it can not use.
Get up and Go you spiritless tank!
Have you not groveled enough in a sea of decay?
Artist Cybrea Homepage: The Palace
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rebuketheworld at 10:15:03 AM PST
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Sunday, November 19, 2006
11- Random Thoughts Connected...
The Field
Did you walk by the field today?
I saw you honey.
The affable statue of the thinking man
has amplified the indexes of my limbo.
You betray my heart with your devotion to grief,
he said.
I replied,
each stem has prodded my lay.
What more can the field ask
when I have willingly conformed
to its wild grass.
The quiet air bewilders
my assent again,
have I stayed too long?
I wonder.
I am tired of the
unreal.
The exquisite statue nods.
rebuketheworld at 12:39:39 AM PST
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Friday, November 3, 2006
10- Random Thoughts Connected...
Moving On
Oh, how I hoarded freedoms spell.
Shall I tell you about it?
I was like a starved canon
firing off
empty
into this dark valley of provocative dreams.
For what had beseeched me
had enslaved me, ergo
the indigent. Irrevocably,
womb epiphany has declared
its woe,
why did ones Master prevail sight?
I say,
my burdens had trails of regrets
in wallowing valleys,
fulfilling consumption.
Cloning mannequins
from intoxicated wombs,
I ate
depletion.
If only the cocoon had a willful widow
of unfamiliar wings,
to think of what treasures it would have known
had it known.
In the valley,
the sober womb gathers
what is torn
and before the heart
can outline what’s abroad,
I must walk from where I stood.
Will I hide from postcards?
No.
I will hear the words however
painful they might be.
I will soar to the horizon
where the foreshadows of light
touches what is dark,
summoning my clarity.
Epiphany has a threshold
in a valley that isn’t sealed in stone but
at last, a healing.
I will go where wings have never been.
Art: Mountains
Edward put this graphic together for me quickly so I had something to use here. Edward, thank you for generosity and kindness.
rebuketheworld at 2:18:36 AM PST
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Tuesday, October 24, 2006
9- Random Thoughts Connected...
Pilgrimage
My arduous journey forgoes
to quiet nights,
as I’ve been invited
to float blissfully
watching the moon
show his face in lucid water.
There, I’ve wailed
a sorrows tale
looking for natures handouts to
resign the waltz
that I had betrothed, and
yet how can I
recant the atlas that brought me here.
For wasn’t the dance
the compass that sketched my invitation?
The quiet does not muzzle inspiration
nor does it comfort a compromise.
The night air is crisp
and as the breeze blows a euphoric gesture,
I'm indebted
to the surreal.
The grandiose pilgrimage
has settled all regrets and
lays floating where the crescent moon
has smiled.
Art: Island and Moon
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rebuketheworld at 4:40:07 AM PDT
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Tuesday, October 17, 2006
8- Random Thoughts Connected...
This Chair
I’m sloughed
in this old incessant chair
rocking to what I covet,
the dust designs my passage.
Dear chair,
if I pardon the footloose
will you sway a new me?
Toe’s
gripping
destitute
carpet
amusing my bitterness,
the protégé of envy and jealously
has shackled my feet.
Legs
crippled
from fumbling
fingers clawing
armrests
I cleave to my trepidation, unaware
that the majestic auctioneer has come.
I hear the steward of dreams
bidding away my withholdings
singing
farewell to despair,
farewell to despair.
Crying
I grope the window pane.
Rising to his medley
the cushions have changed form.
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