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Posted 06 October 2012 - 09:56 PM

She had several apples.
Each of these had worms
and a certain degree
of pale skin.

Ridged into a smooth crumble,
its markation was perfect to trace,
if it allowed for such carressing.

Clashed as if in half,
cold on the stone,
distinct in seperation,
they were skinned as zebras.

They took with their bellies
to the concrete between the grass.

They crawled up the branches
and swung from the leaves,
in gleaming heads of silk
they found the other trees.

our assailants
our a-sail-ing saints
we duck from them
we turn them into birds
we feed them
and revere their destruction

this was the innocent one
the tender little green
not even fuzz on the critter
little black dot face
could not even squiggle
like a "real" worm
more like inch-wormed

into my hair
into my skin
and got everywhere

and on to other branches.
They were the sperms of wilderness.
travelling in mass.

I do not know what they carry.

But only that they survived in the apple
and now are attacking me.

Edited by SpiritWriter, 06 October 2012 - 10:15 PM.

The letter kills but The Spirit gives life. 2 Corinthians 3:6

Non-ambiguity and non-contradiction are one sided and thus unsuited to express the incomprehensible. -Jung

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Posted 06 October 2012 - 10:43 PM

The meaning of an Apple

An apple means my dad
because he has an Adam’s apple
and I got one too.
I got it from my dad.

He had big trees
and gave me lots of fruit.
They tasted very good
and he made me smile widely.

He called me
his little apple.

The letter kills but The Spirit gives life. 2 Corinthians 3:6

Non-ambiguity and non-contradiction are one sided and thus unsuited to express the incomprehensible. -Jung

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Posted 07 October 2012 - 07:04 AM

Purpose.

I think I've found my purpose, all these years it's stared me in the face.
Now a warm heart fills me, with a love thats born of god's grace.
My life now has new meaning, I will smile when I transpire.
The well of my soul is brimming, with waters that will inspire.


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Posted 01 November 2012 - 02:05 AM

View PostProfessor T, on 07 October 2012 - 07:04 AM, said:

Purpose.

I think I've found my purpose, all these years it's stared me in the face.
Now a warm heart fills me, with a love thats born of god's grace.
My life now has new meaning, I will smile when I transpire.
The well of my soul is brimming, with waters that will inspire.


YEAYYY

Well aint that what its all about! :DD

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Non-ambiguity and non-contradiction are one sided and thus unsuited to express the incomprehensible. -Jung

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Posted 01 November 2012 - 02:09 AM

The God Mom: Reminds her children about God.

If there be a trifold and the utmost be the Grandma-Hag,
let her, let it be known from the eyes of wisdom.
She has seen the shine on the apple.
She has kissed the snake.
Her heart has wrapped around long enough to incubate.
Within her breast are all her children.

The letter kills but The Spirit gives life. 2 Corinthians 3:6

Non-ambiguity and non-contradiction are one sided and thus unsuited to express the incomprehensible. -Jung

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Posted 01 November 2012 - 04:56 AM

The Succubas was pure spirit with the ability to take different forms. She would mostly stay as a woman, but sometimes she would change into something else and would walk around. She did it merely for entertainment. If she were to get caught, she would go straightway to Hell. Father _______ hired her for a specific assignment. She was in charge of the women. She was also the seductress. At the proper time each month, she would go into the cathedral; she would go behind the purple tent and take the Devil’s seed. She would then, keeping them warm, beneath a fold in her skin, run to her quarters, which was across a dark and sometimes damp field to transport the seed into a warm liquid bath that she cared for herself. She would be punished if they were found to be beneath a certain temperature. Because of her fear and skill, not even once had they been damaged. For quite a few months she had been collecting them.

One day after she had come back from a long walk, she found the entire bath missing. For three and a half weeks she could not come to the Priest and admit the truth about how she had failed. One day, three and a half days before their scheduled tent meeting the Father called her to the medical building and introduced her to a new scientist. His name was Carl. Carl explained the process of what he had accomplished so far. They had been experimenting, inserting the seed into the egg, in various degrees of splicing. In terms the Succubus could barely understand he informed her that they had been successful in cross-insemination and that quite a few human clones with demonic spirits had been created. Clearly the scientist was an intelligent minion but Father _______ still smacked him in the back of the head and called him an imbecile.

Under his breath, Carl exasperatedly sputtered, “Hey, they don’t teach this stuff in Hell you *******.”

On their way out they made whisperings about such and such and this and that, as to tickle the scientists ear. The Father guided The Succubus down the hall, past the closet to a little room that had a purple glowing light within it. In the center of the room, a metal baton with a green globe for a head, hovered, completely unattached to its magnetic stand.

The Succubus looked at the contraption in horror. In fear that her services would now be barely needed, she became suddenly desperate. In vain, she tempted The Father. She grabbed his arm and then pressed herself to him. “Lets not wait until the meeting.” She said clutching him closer and grinding against him with her groin. “Let us freshen the seed now.” She said, but he fowly and hotly breathed against her with a wrenched nose and upturned lips.

“You disgust me. What we do together is purely for the work of the Lord.” He pushed her off of him. He walked over to the device and removed it from its platform. “I have hired the best scientists. Never before has technology been so advanced.” He stretched it out and shoved it in her direction. She put up her arms in defense and retracted backwards, kneeling momentarily. He shoved it at her again, more ferociously and barked. “Take it! It is yours.”

She stood and straightened the skirt of her dress. Recomposed she accepted the long structure and curiously examined the glowing orb. Luminescent green particles swirled, taking a form similar to the Milky-Way, they floated, they were in balance.

“The seed will now be kept in here. No longer do we need to do it the old way.” He explained, thumping the glass. His mustache and goatee were gloating. “It has been vacuumed and sealed and is set to a motion that will maintain a human temperature. There is no way for impurities to penetrate it."

    "All of the seed, minus what the scientist has extracted is here. Do not fear my dear one, you are still needed. If the seed’s life gets below 73% at any time an alarm will sound and The Head Devil will appear. If that should occur you will certainly be beaten mercilessly or sentenced back to hell. Do not think for a moment that you cannot be replaced!”

The Father saw that she was unmoved. She had heard it all before and knew that he was bluffing. He continued, but only after clearing the lump of his own inadequacies from his throat. “You are charged with entertaining it. It would be well for you to dress before it. It would also be well for you to perform ritual in front of it. This will keep it alive and make it rejuvenate.”

***

Back in her own quarters, she had three human girls in training. They had already been broken. And she had already set them up with something to live for, they got her rejected gowns and hand me downs. The Succubus, being evil had no soft spot at all for those she tormented. You would think being a tormented soul herself she would have compassion but she was utterly void of it. She knew of her responsibilities, she knew of the consequences if she failed, she knew of her own delights and that was all. She did not particularly enjoy to torment. If it were a choice between to kill or not to kill, to break a bone, to cut or smack or let it slip, she made the decision based on what would benefit her. She neither minded or got a kick out these things, it was just part of the overall grand masterpiece. She would serve her master, doing the job that he wanted, she would be awarded the luxuries of her present life, she was respected and desired and all (within her circle) were at her mercy and her command.

The Head Devil visited her in a dream. “I like what your doing with the girls.” He said. “But that doesn’t get you off the hook. Whatever they give me, you should give me double. I have not yet been satisfied.”

The Succubus was astonished, as the Head Devil had never, on this trip visited her so far. “Never will a devil be satisfied.” She thought to herself.

He responded and said, “I can hear you.”

She turned her head as she undressed, following his echo to the back wall, face to face she was with his many shadows. She watched his voice bounce once and for all into the soundness of the deep corners. She began to perform and as she did so, he pointed in silhouettes to her breasts which were long and withery instead of round and full. His gentle laughter shook the floor. Looking down at herself, she thought quickly; and kicked herself for forgetting to eat enough meat.

“I am not human you *******. I am not bothered by these things.”
She decided to go to sleep. This kept him quiet until the morning.

Edited by SpiritWriter, 01 November 2012 - 05:23 AM.

The letter kills but The Spirit gives life. 2 Corinthians 3:6

Non-ambiguity and non-contradiction are one sided and thus unsuited to express the incomprehensible. -Jung

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Posted 09 November 2012 - 05:54 AM

Do you believe God
could tell his story in many different ways,
but in very similar ways at the same time
and use a multitude of characters
to act out different aspects of Him,
meanwhile laughing at us,
in the laughter of rain?
He would say to this one,
there is no God and he would be right
because This God could not be seen.

He would hand over lightness to a shadow,
and the shadow's hand would disappear.
He would blow and wind would pour
into the dark half.

Would God have a drop for a tear?
Could he produce just one from his eye,
or from them do only come the tides?
Do only storms bear from them,
and only an hurricane endure from
midway out the ocean of mystery?
Could round about we get lost,
our foot unaware of any direction?

Could the curve of us cause us to swerve,
or are we always, straightway toward our own center?
Could we, like a black hole be sucked
into our own lights and turn inside out?

Then would we know God,
or would he still be too far away from us.

There is one I know.
He is not a simple man.
He is not one who is oh so shallow.
A glimpse of the world is all he gave to me.
Small like a pearl.
Just a gentle light that I have swallowed.

Edited by SpiritWriter, 09 November 2012 - 06:15 AM.

The letter kills but The Spirit gives life. 2 Corinthians 3:6

Non-ambiguity and non-contradiction are one sided and thus unsuited to express the incomprehensible. -Jung

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Posted 10 November 2012 - 08:04 AM

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Posted 11 November 2012 - 11:25 PM

Tongue twied boid

I wish you knew my thoughts
and the meaning of the squeal behind my ear.

chomple
it sounds like gutteral
i can't do it
i can try but I surely couldn't spell it
so no matter
on the other end
you would never relate

cher cher 'whis' 'whis'
Ker cuoo kdkdkd
TWEET, stweet,
smh see I tried.

It sounds pretty though
to my heart
it doesn't exactly rhyme.

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Posted 11 November 2012 - 11:45 PM

or maybe it does.
It does seem mathematical.

*

it is hard to
close your eyes
and let the blossoms emerge on your skin
as if from your fingers came the well that showered the heaven
and the smile that keeps on giving

i am warm beneath your cheeks
i am glowing over my whole body
but not like you
i am just your reflection
the glimmer on your pond

*

I am the gleam of the peak.
I am the right mind.
I am full understanding.
I am no understanding at all,
but not subject to failure.
I am complete faith.
I am the in-between space.
I am the fear that is yet to be conquered.
You are my conqueror.
You have conquered me.
But I have become you
and we are together.

Edited by SpiritWriter, 12 November 2012 - 12:31 AM.

The letter kills but The Spirit gives life. 2 Corinthians 3:6

Non-ambiguity and non-contradiction are one sided and thus unsuited to express the incomprehensible. -Jung

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Posted 14 November 2012 - 10:52 AM

Pleasure/Pain
What is the difference
between pleasure and pain?
An energetic reference
indicating losses and gains
in response to the evidence
we perceive in our brains
and colored with elements
from the cause of the stains.

Once the threads of fate become entangled,
they can never be undone.
So as we create our destiny, from our own angle,
we stretch and pull this web, as one.

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Posted 14 November 2012 - 10:54 AM

Love/Fear
Inspire me to Love.
Inspire me to Fear.
For these are the only feelings
in the world you hold dear.
From below and above,
from everything near,
from everything stealing
your time that is here.

Fear is your hell.
Love is endeared.
So, take Fear into itself
and become one with your tears.

Fear is born
of separations
and distance.
Lies that are torn
from the pages
of non-existence.

Love is the melding
of all things as one,
a permanent welding
until all things are done.
A story in telling,
as old as the sun.

Trust your environment.
Radiate life.
Lust for retirement
from alienated strife.
Embrace the empowerment
not split by the knife.
And love the empire that
began with your life.

Once the threads of fate become entangled,
they can never be undone.
So as we create our destiny, from our own angle,
we stretch and pull this web, as one.

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Posted 14 November 2012 - 10:57 AM

The Phoenix
This fire that drives me forward
will not let me rest.
Marching me always toward
what brings out my best.

These painful times, they punish my soul,
the ones that grind a giant hole,
into the mind that grants me control,
when life is not kind and swallows me whole.

Like a bird rising from fire,
sometimes this pain just takes me higher.

Why must I suffer these things in my path?
Perhaps I am cursed and nailed to a rack.
Why can’t I avoid the painful blood-bath?
Perhaps I am blessed with the skill to come back.

Maybe feeling shameful
and mad hate was wrong.
Maybe I should be thankful
for pains made me strong.

For every time I am cut down
cold seasons will pass through.
Then I will be unbound
and born again anew.

Once the threads of fate become entangled,
they can never be undone.
So as we create our destiny, from our own angle,
we stretch and pull this web, as one.

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Posted 14 November 2012 - 11:00 AM

The Forgotten One
The stars above whisper my name.
They know me well.
I play this envious game
with the face that I sell.
Converting attention and fame
into the power that swells.
Until I am almost vain
and I prance above hell.

Funny, us craving
another one’s thought.
Finding ourselves saying
we are what we’re not.
And, the game, we kept playing
until we forgot…..

Forgot who we are, we’re changing again,
into something not far, that many call sin.
But this is on par with changing within,
an ongoing process that never begins.
Eating it up whenever we win,
maybe we starve the loser within.

Then he’s forgotten, for we have moved on.
But maybe he’s rotten, and not really gone.
Hidden in dusk and waiting for dawn,
waiting to emerge, The Forgotten One.

Once the threads of fate become entangled,
they can never be undone.
So as we create our destiny, from our own angle,
we stretch and pull this web, as one.

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Posted 14 November 2012 - 11:05 AM

Author of Destiny
I’ve realized victory
by tasting defeat.
There’s more to this story
than just what you see.
Now I rewind history
and change what will be…..
writing a divine mystery,
beginning with me.

We believe in our abilities
based on our past,
judging our possibilities,
it happens so fast.

Believing we’re only able
to do what we’ve done,
we keep our lives stable
based on yesterday’s sun.

The past is illusion
it doesn’t exist.
Limited by delusion,
we repeat the same list.
I will shatter the confusion
with my open fist,
causing a contusion
between what I’ve missed.

My past is now as blank
as an unwritten book.
At last I will change
the way that it looks.

Between what was
and what shall be,
lies the only cause
of what’s happening.
My future is a pause
in my memory,
giving applause
to an unknown ending scene.

My past becomes gold
and straight as a rod,
my font becomes bold,
and the present is God.

Rewriting these old pages,
this is the way…..
to gain leverage over the ages
and do what I may.

With all my faith, I offer
what nothing can rival.
I become author
of my personal bible.
A past filled with laughter
and perfect design…..
When I finish this chapter,
the future is mine.

Once the threads of fate become entangled,
they can never be undone.
So as we create our destiny, from our own angle,
we stretch and pull this web, as one.




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