The Blue Nazarene
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“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...
Copyright © Candide Diderot | Year Posted 2025
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