Imago said:

oh God




i got u!

A Lover's Call XXVII

Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little
Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you
As infants look upon the breast of their mothers?

Or are you in your chamber where the shrine of
Virtue has been placed in your honor, and upon
Which you offer my heart and soul as sacrifice?

Or amongst the books, seeking human knowledge,
While you are replete with heavenly wisdom?

Oh companion of my soul, where are you? Are you
Praying in the temple? Or calling Nature in the
Field, haven of your dreams?

Are you in the huts of the poor, consoling the
Broken-hearted with the sweetness of your soul, and
Filling their hands with your bounty?

You are God's spirit everywhere;
You are stronger than the ages.

Do you have memory of the day we met, when the halo of
You spirit surrounded us, and the Angels of Love
Floated about, singing the praise of the soul's deed?

Do you recollect our sitting in the shade of the
Branches, sheltering ourselves from Humanity, as the ribs
Protect the divine secret of the heart from injury?

Remember you the trails and forest we walked, with hands
Joined, and our heads leaning against each other, as if
We were hiding ourselves within ourselves?

Recall you the hour I bade you farewell,
And the Miriamite kiss you placed on my lips?
That kiss taught me that joining of lips in Love
Reveals heavenly secrets which the tongue cannot utter!

That kiss was introduction to a great sigh,
Like the Almighty's breath that turned earth into man.

That sigh led my way into the spiritual world,
Announcing the glory of my soul; and there
It shall perpetuate until again we meet.

I remember when you kissed me and kissed me,
With tears coursing your cheeks, and you said,
"Earthly bodies must often separate for earthly purpose,
And must live apart impelled by worldly intent.

"But the spirit remains joined safely in the hands of
Love, until death arrives and takes joined souls to God.

"Go, my beloved; Love has chosen you her delegate;
Over her, for she is Beauty who offers to her follower
The cup of the sweetness of life.
As for my own empty arms, your love shall remain my
Comforting groom; your memory, my Eternal wedding."

Where are you now, my other self? Are you awake in
The silence of the night? Let the clean breeze convey
To you my heart's every beat and affection.

Are you fondling my face in your memory? That image
Is no longer my own, for Sorrow has dropped his
Shadow on my happy countenance of the past.

Sobs have withered my eyes which reflected your beauty
And dried my lips which you sweetened with kisses.

Where are you, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping
From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need?
Do you know the greatness of my patience?

Is there any spirit in the air capable of conveying
To you the breath of this dying youth? Is there any
Secret communication between angels that will carry to
You my complaint?

Where are you, my beautiful star? The obscurity of life
Has cast me upon its bosom; sorrow has conquered me.

Sail your smile into the air; it will reach and enliven me!
Breathe your fragrance into the air; it will sustain me!

Where are you, me beloved?
Oh, how great is Love!
And how little am I!

Between going and staying the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.

All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can't be touched.

Paper, book, pencil, glass,
rest in the shade of their names.

Time throbbing in my temples repeats
the same unchanging syllable of blood.

The light turns the indifferent wall
into a ghostly theater of reflections.

I find myself in the middle of an eye,
watching myself in its blank stare.

The moment scatters. Motionless,
I stay and go: I am a pause.

--Octavio Paz

Grow

Danny -

When I see your name in a thread
When I hear your voice in my head
When I read your words - oh so wise
When of you I fantasize

I grow
My underwear don't fit me no more
[Edited 12/13/07 19:27pm]

Read my profile..I have a great poem..written by Willy Wonka on there.

IT'S RAINING IN LOVE
by Richard Brautigan

I don't know what it is,
But I distrust myself
When I start to like a girl
A lot.

It makes me nervous.
I don't say the right things
Or perhaps I start
To examine,
Evaluate,
Compute
What I am saying.

If I say, "Do you think it's going to rain?"
and she says, "I don't know,"
I start thinking: Does she really like me?

In other words
I get a little creepy.

A friend of mine once said,
"It's twenty times better to be friends
with someone
than it is to be in love with them."

I think he's right and besides,
its raining somewhere, programming flowers
and keeping snails happy.
That's all taken care of.

BUT
if a girl likes me a lot
and starts getting real nervous
and suddenly begins asking me funny questions
and looks sad if I give the wrong answers
and she says things like,
"Do you think it's going to rain?"
and I say, "It beats me,"
and she says, "Oh,"
and looks a little sad
at the clear blue California sky,
I think: Thank God, it's you, baby, this time
Instead of me.
[Edited 12/13/07 19:27pm]

Too long to post

but this is my favorite poem ever

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock ~ T.S. Eliot

http://www.bartleby.com/198/1.html

Sweeny79 said:

Sweet Jesus.
I hate every word of it.

Almost as much as THE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND HELL by William Blake
[Edited 12/13/07 19:36pm]

rushing07 said:

It's perfect. I love it. Putting it in my profile.

rushing07 said:

I relate to every word of that poem!


I hate Wordsworth, I feel bad for it though. Seems some people think I'm commiting a sin by not reading him.

Imago said:

I've got two of your poems in my profile

here something i'm working on..


ode to federico garcia lorca

i am seduced by spanish ardor
seduce by spanish wisdom.
he strums the chords of my imagination.
plays a whimsical note like passion-filed guitarist.

i am seducde by spanish ardor
his words intertwine passion and beauty
like metal and fire,
they form a sword who's sublime
message penetrates clearly.

its not done..i can't get pass these two stanzas..and i am aware of some grammar errors.

does make sense, two contradicting imagines.. still working on it.give me feedback?
[Edited 12/13/07 19:49pm]

rushing07 said:

no!

evenstar said:

http://www.levity.com/alc...ke_ma.html

rushing07 said:

I love you.
Good night

evenstar said:

Sorry.
Romanticism or Modernsim.
Same ol' mumbling of dirty junkies.

rushing07 said:

DAN CAN HAVE YOU!

evenstar said:

Caravaggio sucks too.

rushing07 said:

caravaggio. does. NOT. suck.

2the9s said:

Did you write this?

FarrahMoan said:

It's John Donne.

I posted it because today is St Lucy's Day.

2the9s said:

What is this St. Lucy's Day? And, what does it allude to, exactly?

No!

Muse2NOPharaoh said:

Boobs.

rushing07 said:

ohhh you've SO been black listed!

sammij said:

The many bumps on this Purple ride
Had just as many cheers
One must learn 2 take in stride
All of the LOVE.....and of the tears

When the end is NEAR
The beginning has commenced
Where will U stand
On your views of Prince?