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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “The Blue Nazarene” caeruleum caelum in nubibus caeruleum caeruleum caelum in nubibus de hyacintho nazarene testimonium: white stallions, clouds commanding Christus imperium above all below all below now present to worship a secular ghost stopped dead in their tracks those ridiculous battalions games of war and monopoly the bored oligarchies, their silent sirens their ignorant factions their dark hidden cabal like roaches found crawling under cover in dark hidden spaces Now revealed for who they truly are, their faceless faces become known their reptile lives rudely interrupted, stopped in their Nesferatu ranks the blood-suckers and their fleeing feet are glue-stuck fast now merely annoying pests for extermination their servile legions gone AWOL they are roaches and flies for the swatting, they are thrown to the ravenous humanity remaining the remaining watch for signs believing all storms come and they go, retaliating that the days of darkness have now ceased - little do they know; hyacintho caelum in nubibus caeruleum a new émigré has arrived caeruleo Christus imperans a new Commander and chief the war-room, its sub-rooms and all its boards are determined redundant, unwanted – done away with, all as one, All are annihilated All are washed clean this One arrives like a Blue Angel from the boiling nightmares in their Pinnochio dreams through broken clouds pierces the Holy See opening closed windows that blue Nazarene shimmering oceans no voice but does speak those depth-charged eyes like crashing tsunamis wash over All the unspectacular, as one, in their unspectacular dreams the sound of His silence is now fully understood, displeasure - seems to be a very generous word forgiveness arrives much later for now, plundering the deprived depths of below to do some good amongst aligators slithering on show; Oh those eyes! that countenance! once gentle and patient - now speaks like a parent in thunderous tones - sometimes you just have to be cruel to be kind - it’s a soft-killer conquest; in their dreams this never once entered their ultra-lilac equations hear the crackling of new Lightening see the boastful Vains bleed Sharp lethal swords for piercing both sides delivering new life - bringing some peace; Yes, All in that time, All are washed clean colours of no eminence here mix the two red and blue now all purple, all bruised the Red and the Blue dispensed the red and blue swallowed whole on voiceless tongues, disappear all colours, political parties and factions, religions, states of being – distractions, all prescribed stories and books, dispensed with tout de suite, it's not sweet, this much is poetically clear due diligence tort those denouncing vain hearts – now all read, never bought the riot act bleeding blue rosettes well and truly now, pinned to their breasts alone in their underground beds all together as one - now taken up up and away like Icarus into the blistering Sun ascension, the blonde atomic is done breath scattering ashes become manna in the fading powdery blue Christus nubibus caeruleum Christos commanding white stallions leading leaders and their legions Lux veritatis in uno corde no need for more ... agreements, for more useless words, the vocabulary becomes us, much simpler and easy this much understood - the necessary completion in its own time has begun, this is the time of the new Accord - the true Caller has called to harvest the left-overs the remaining sad herds all are homeless all are lost refugees with nowhere to run in the year the final battle is won by the One; all in good time, they are reviewed, their pleas for redemption Won by One are all heard as one herd Candide Diderot. ‘25 “Above the planet on a wing and a prayer My grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air Across the clouds, I see my shadow fly Out of the corner of my watering eye A dream unthreatened by the morning light Could blow this soul right through the roof of night” Can't keep my mind from the circling skies Tongue-tied and twisted Just an earthbound misfit, I.” n.b. The language outside of English used, is Latin. a little French...
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