Best Arcanum Poems
"cor meum"
Within the end of "IT" all
no matter gender, cause, colour, creed,
place in life, entitled or without title,
healthy or diseased, or
the choice of who we are,
who we lay in life with and
Love –
yet must never harm a child -
when that time comes,
water in the blood
blood in the water,
there will be great misspellings
of misread meanings
the talking in tongues
of minds in idle
treading water
with all
the lost and found
bemoaning
vaccuous ghostings
and small trolls time wasting
the Woolfish hours in small ponds
on great tidal waves of walls,
the message, poetically
is clearly spelt –
within the End
of IT all,
Love is Love is Love
perfectum imperfectum
immaculatum cor meum
in omnibus
arcanum penetrabile
gemma Christi
the decoded glistening read jewel
found in that dark place
embedded in every heart
Love is Love is Love
then, as One
cor meum
One has won
Candide Diderot. ‘25
When I see you, my heart glows
How I want to hold you close
And strangle you till your last breath goes
Then watch you in your sweet death throes
I smile whenever you're around
I just can't keep my feet on the ground
You voice is the single sweetest sound
When it's gurgling as you're being drowned
My feelings aren't platonic
You make me catatonic
You're all over me like bubonic
And I know the only tonic
I love the way you laugh aloud
When you're playing for a crowd
You are so fabulously endowed
But you'd look better in a shroud
You're words are kind, if rather vague
I wonder who's your favourite aide
You're more popular than the plague
And soon to be equally decayed
How I miss you when you're not near
It brings to my eye a tentative tear
That anyone should see my fear
That I'll miss again the next time you're here
I wish I could know your heart's arcanum
To further understand your sweet affection
And to know if you'd recgonise Sauvignon
Laced with the finest Black Mamba venom
When you're around, my mind is askew
You planted the seeds that steadily grew
That most wonderful feeling that's known by so few
There's not a thing I love more than my hatred for you
She stands tall and majestic at the doors,
the sunlight streaming in behind her silhouettes her.
Her red eyes glimmering, white skin shimmering
with the Arcanum borne from her luscious lips;
her whispers fluid and velvet like her dress.
With a poisonous apple placed in her cupped hands
instead of the colourful, fragrant bouquet,
she slowly glides with inhuman grace
across the carpet of the abandoned church.
Her misty veil obscures her vile beauty;
not to be seen until the minister declares otherwise.
Oblivious to the darkness and cobwebs hanging,
she steps onto the altar and turns to the front.
The clock tower strikes midnight.
In the company of the watching spiders,
and with the tiniest of anticipating smiles,
she waits for him to arrive.
An exuberancy colored comes
momently pose in my lucky hand suddenly...
Will it be a petal, arcanum or a butterfly...
the boat to heaven
roving arcanum of life
have truth at the wheel.
Quote by: Michael Bassey Johnson
“Beyond the veil lies what our eyes cannot see,
skin cannot feel and consciousness cannot absorb.”
A parting thought in the middle of ordinary time
flesh wants to stay but the heart wants to soar
inside a broken temple the intervals of misery persist
and so she flies on, into a world untouchable as dawn;
She is a castaway in a land far away
a daydreamer disentangled from the rip tide of reality
a torn vessel gliding through a shroud, most High.
Forty cubits long and twenty cubits wide
she fits in the palm of His hand, like a small Jesus.
It takes three hundred Sacred Angels
to appease her ear-shattering cries
Each time she flies here to this place,
her wistful sadness disappears.
This is a place where all good girls go to die
where the agatat sound of a tearing veil
and the arcanum whisper of God prevails,
A place where a child is heard and paried in love.