Aeon Poems - Poems about Aeon

Aim dead center, O aeon! Era, this is now. Ergo, O my stern scion; Come to anyhow! Looking-glasses are like wind. Reality grinned. Terror, tiger, tamarind! Sacred til he sinned... Gaunt the gambrel goblin? No smile a-face today. Whirling dervish, loud the din! War, be on thy way! Grey of the nebula pond; Why is waiting good? Yellow-speckled viper yawned! Gone but understood! Kingdoms are like prophecies? Yes, in this context: Rife, roil,...

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It's as fluid as water is wet overflowing with plenty & many have caught a glimpse of the well looking to fill their chalice A cup full of light floods the darkness to transform the space bringing balance to something now more suitable to view Ripples in the fabric turn to waves ushering one to shores that are new & a new Aeon emerges...

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This time extends beyond the hours limiting and by a seconds measure adds the tempo reverberating echos listening to the beating heart of stars Universal out breathing seems slow motion in eternity boundless by it’s velocity blurs in my vision the invisible wings of a bumble bee Time to its end is beginning becoming time by it’s confines of minutes makes this senseless echo eventually I am told the timeless will end So...

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I still find beautiful pictures of you Painted on my frail heart. One, two, maybe three but not few, Hanging beneath its wounded parts Daily blurred further by nostalgic tears. Your voice re-echoes Like fired cannons, It haunts worse than geckos Peeping through dark shadows from aeon. Adieu lost love,once again....

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Old man looking back in time He remembers it well when the Mediterranean was rich grassland had many lakes and the people living there never starved. A mountain ridge between Spain and Africa kept the Atlantic Ocean away, but a seer had been on top of the ridge and seen the mighty ocean, and felt the strain of...

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Charms of Dusk, A Pure Baptist touch, Display lurk of a rush plus battle scares Of blood and rusk what have this man endure, Even, if this is a man or by luck a higher evolution of a being? Orion sire from resurrection of most bitter defined What is being? Deepen the touch of the man of...

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the age of our creation blooms bursting from the solid earth let it be our masters' doom and true life begin to birth from hollow shells that live and die seeking only selfish things thru existence multiply the good of life and what it brings let our task be speaking truth seeing with 3 open eyes bringing in a troubled youth enbracing them with joyful crys let...

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