Best Musaddas Poems
Gaia in white flame burns
Yaldabaoth himself spurns
A second cycle turns
The Golden Age returns
The first-begotten son
Comes down from heaven’s sun
Barbelo, Armoured Queen
Look gently at this scene
Of Christ’s birth long foreseen
In this iron machine
Hearts of iron will melt
Hearts of gold will be felt
Hearts, gold and meek
Will rule from the word’s peak
Valis will rule and speak
With the lute of mystique
This birth in mystery
Will be our victory
As Polloi rules here
The first child will appear
Clearing the mist of fear
Every past sin and tear
Will be washed away
Clearing a narrow way
The world soul will rain down
Hedera all around
Lilies to make a crown
Acanthus for renown
Myrrh, gold, and frankincense
Without any expense
All goats will return home
All blind cobras that roam
Will be under death’s dome
Miles under farms and loam
Sheep will not fear lions
Men will see aeons
In the stream of Dead Sea
He’ll become a man free
Oak trees will weep honey
On every wild thorn-tree
Grapes will turn Persian plum
Gold will be the plain’s sum
But iron will remain
At sea, war ships will reign
Wars will bring pain
Walls will cover the plain
But when you will grow up
Gaia will drink the cup
Please, come soon, in our plight
You, the viceroy of might
The globe bows to your light
The earth and the blue height
Beseech you to be set free
From Yaldabaoth’s dark sea
You, our lord and brother
Child, smile at your mother
Speak words from the Father
If your lips will not stir
No light will bless your wine
And wisdom shall not shine
(Gnostic poem based on the ancient Roman Virgil's fourth eclogue, often interpreted as foretelling the birth of Christ)
In the large nation that nests
The Azure Dragon that now rests
There is a town with no pests
Where ghosts slain by the dragon rests
Who were angels of light sent
Linger and worship to the present
Within the sun’s sight so bright
In accordance with the moon’s light
These ghosts wear clothes of pure white
To mourn for those trapped in life’s night
Who will be reborn again
Till they see the living Mani’s zen
In the Sunlight Buddha’s beams
And the Moonlight Buddha’s dreams
Ghosts worship these twins in teams
Once knowing that these twins were streams
That carried souls from nightmares
To their living family who cares
Within the Buddha Mani’s will
According to the moon’s skill
No blood of flesh is to spill
No flesh is used to get a fill
These ghosts eat only things grown
From what the sun’s light has kindly sown
In the Buddha’s light so nice
And in their ancestor’s advice
Ghosts that roam the rivers and ice
Eat only three bites of white rice
In memory of the meals
They all once welcomed and how food feels
In incense smoke to ponder
Where the dragon breathed much thunder
These spirits do not wander
Into other realms and maunder
In the large nation that homes
The Azure Dragon that now roams
baby your my pride
your my guild
love you by my side
my love for you is wide
your everything
all the love brings
BABY YOUR MY
SWEETEST THING
Solar had risen from the lake’s bed to bless
He removed the night’s veil of blindness
Solar had risen in the far East to bless
He brought the daytime’s peace and calmness
Solar had risen high up as God’s sigil
All watchmen and guards broke night’s vigil
Solar had risen in the far East to cleanse
It gave sweetness to fruits and flowers’ stems
Solar had risen in the East as God’s lens
Sharp toothed reptiles and beasts hide in their dens
Solar had risen in the East unchained
Wounds are now gently eased from biting pain
Solar came with his limitless goodness
Then men came hunting in his brightness
Just as the First Man came out of the greatness
And shone light on the world’s bleak darkness
All the world’s beasts came out of their black caves
To hunt for his pearls scattered in graves
Solar had risen in the East as Christ’s knight
A sign of eons’ splendour so bright
Solar had risen in the East for Earth’s plight
To give the might of their cosmic light
Solar had risen in the East with no slack
With beauty that floods each crack and gap
Solar had risen before all life began
He blows peace into each beast and man
Solar had risen as part of life’s plan
Souls freed from earth and sky in there span
Solar was pulled up for Jesus’s plight
He gave sweetness to the cross of light
Solar left this small world with his great might
Leaving all those awake in much flight
Like the Last Statue will leave for the height
At the last hour of the world’s plight
When the statue of white light has been made
Darkness will be trapped in night decayed
Refusing to forgive someone’s fault no matter the pouring rain
Is holding a fiery coal in one hand no matter the pain
So put your hand in the flowing Jordan river
Let your memories flow away without a remaining sliver
In the river of your mother’s tears shed ages ago
From the transgression we have done but only a few know
We are all guilty of wrongdoing and our mother’s mourn
We are all that fallen angel of light last to be born
Who abandoned her house and fell into this life of disruption
Who lost her bright innocence and gave birth to corruption
God does not reach out with a burned hand to inflict shame
But with a hand clean and untouched by any flame
Every human lives in an intense fog in which they cannot see
With only burning coals in their hands lighting some way to be free
Though these do not break through the grey swarm that we tread
Only fortifies the fog with grey smoke and ash, hence why it was said
“Father, forgive them, no matter what I go through
For they do not know what they do”
Under the sun and moon, flawed men linger in the cold
Who in the mist of darkness, cut and rip apart trees eons old
While stepping on grass and insects for wood to be sold
Deaf to the pleas the light within makes to them while men seek for gold
To make for themselves gods to care as well as impugn
Blind to the Father of Greatness who stands above the sun and moon
Carving the wood with knives with the edges razor thin
Into aggressive lions, venomous serpents, armed men of sin
Maidens with iron-grey painted on their senseless skin
Leaving spikes to pierce through the lights of purity trapped within
And with skill, they craft horned bulls painted with bronze for flair
Leaving the spirits to burn in despair, with smoke to fill the air
And to sell them like slaves that customers have to pay
Though these gods are the apparent wisdom and light, or so they pray
Hanging them with silver chains by their necks as display
Trading them as property despite calling them the gods each day
Painted in blood red to make them easier to trade
With tears unseen flowing to the blue sky for tranquillizing aid
Bowing down to the wailing statue to be devote
With the worshippers filling the room with prayerful chants with each throat
Maybe praying for their deceased children’s river boat
While blindly bowing, with raining tears, to their children’s wooden coat
A statue sitting down with a serene face and veil
With souls in that chaotic Samsara, in that cyclical flail
Giving fruits of all colours that are pleasing to see
For the trapped souls to smell their brethren rotting as a death-filled sea
Pouring fish blood unto the wooden corpse of a tree
To show loyalty to the wooden carcass with their prayerful glee
Half the wood they burn for food which is perishable
Half the wood they worship as a god who is imperishable
Craftsmen make wooden crosses of a man crucified
To honour the one Christ whom the world of winter’s darkness denied
While nailing the Suffering Jesus with hands applied
Further crucifying the Cross of Light within the wood that died
May the light be free from the lion-headed craftsman
May the light, through the sun and moon, become the one and only Perfect Man
Elephant ears with a green glow.
Gives nature a magnificent show.
Please visit and stay down below.
One of my plants looks like a sweet bow.
Zinnias, marigolds, roses too.
Sharing their pretty. Each one brand new.
Daisies planted softly in the ground.
More beautiful garden rarely found.
Sunflower’s face so prettily round.
Tiny grasshopper providing sound.
My work is happy. Dirt therapy.
Flowers my main productivity.
Angels, faeries, dragonflies too.
Sit next to pasture where cows go moo.
I have no qualms about what to do.
I’ll also grow tomatoes for you.
Soil so dear; flowers and veggies love it here.
The thirteenth kingdom says that he is the word so great
Born from the king of kings, who gave his dear son a mandate
To enter the world the word formed as it is his fate
The word received glory before he left through heaven’s gate
And entered the flowing waters to quench the powers
Especially their flaming and chaotic desires
But the kingless generation, those children above the stars of night
Whispers that the invisible light chose him to enter the chaos and plight
Chose him from all the eternal realms, to carry five seals of insight
In him was the seed of gnosis, to grow and know the truth and light
“Out of a foreign air and realm, the sun of life appeared in our midst
Christ, the son, chose us to shine in the Pleroma, out of the mist”
Friendly sage from the starless height
Now dying without fright
In his human and earthly sight
The cosmos dimmed its light
Dying from old diphtheria
Still his will looked higher
He lost his voice to teach and greet
That poured wisdom so sweet
All he could do was meekly bleat
Uclers formed on his feet
Uclers broke through his gentle hands
And sweat poured from his glands
“I’ve been waiting to see
You at last before I am free
The Divine within me
I will give back with childlike glee
To the Good and Divine
To the highest, beautiful Vine”
“I have hope for you too
I will fly the path of the few
The path that Plato knew
I am glad you will see me through”
He said as he leaked puss
To his dear friend Eustochius
His friend was by his side
Glad in the fertile countryside
A snake slithered to hide
With logos as his inner guide
He took his final breath
Greeting his diligent friend, death
He left at sixty-six
No longer bound to fleshly tricks
Flew above stars and Styx
Flew high above the craftsman’s bricks
He ascended to the One
Thus, his own friendly will was done
Love’s Illusion
I will give you all my thoughts and my displeasure
and love of flowers, you will know everything
about me and play like a string on your harp.
You will find my dog-like eyes of adoration
unnerving, dismiss me and only call me when
needing comfort from a lost love affair.
And then, yes, he died, you escaped the scene of
ending in a panic of the secrets untold.
From the depth of your mind, it turned out to be
so utterly self-absorbed your life had been flirty
the Wiener Waltz only played on a festive occasion.
I loathe myself for loving you.
Edible plants were hungry, most eaten raw.
My Mom's recipe abandoned, rockets salvoed.
Maiden roots are cut, water is decanted.
As many religious beliefs, in situ and ex situ versus.
So Earth's half million plants surrendered.
Forgive us, unhug you.
A cemetery
So, quiet here, yellowing grass
fallen leaf turning dark
like the hands of a day laborer
Dignified rusty teared crosses
Names on headstones, a whisper
of one who died in 1852
Did he die from a war wound?
A cat keeps an eye out for mice
like its ancestors did before
the oak trees grew tall.
There is talk of removing
headstones and crosses, making
a garden with benched and
bright flowers, and no one will
know what is down in the soil
A French architect thinks it is
a precise place for posh villas
As it is, no one asks the cats
He awoke as Bögü Qaghan, Khan of the Uyghurs, Great East Wise Prince
He heard the words “Visit the seven petal lotus of times since
And breathe in that lotus flower’s scent, by the holy wind, to convince
Your heart to be born again in spirit, without needing to rinse”
Bögü Qaghan put on his armour for another day of battle
And worshipped Tengri, god of the heavens, despite earthly prattle
He successfully fought Yan, to aid the Tang, as if it was fate
Travelled to the city of Luoyang to pray, wish and contemplate
Exhausted after the fight, four angels came, each carrying a plate
Carrying a petal from a white lotus flower that grew great
Nostalgia grew in Bögü Qaghan’s heart, recollecting an old bond
An old friend called from beyond, a lotus grew out of his soul’s pond
"The bright crowned Hearer, the Keeper of Faithfulness
Whose virtue upholds the state of holiness
May the eons guard the defenders of greatness
And the commanders of the divine highness
May they all be crowned with the gold of the sages
May it be so for ages upon ages"
He bowed his head and smelled the small petals of splendorous moonlight
And the heavens opened, the world shook, and all the world was bathed in light
The indiscriminate sun rose in the Orkhon Valley of might
Almost five hundred years after the sun set into a pond in plight
The King of Kings was born as the Divine Khan of countless many
The Son of a King was born again as the Emanation of Mani
The seventh kingdom sings that he was a drop of gold
Who fell from the sky of golden sunlight to earth so cold
Dragons brought that drop to their caves thousands of years old
It grew into a gold child who shone for all to behold
A white dove baptised him, and brought him back to the blue
He received the glory of heaven’s sunlight as he flew
The eighth kingdom proclaims that a cloud wrapped round a rock
A young man broke out of the rock with white flames that could talk
He held a dagger and torch as doves came as a flock
The doves from the cloud cared for him as he began to walk
He received glory and power as candles were lit
Lit by man celebrating that the ancient rock was split
The ninth kingdom sings that from the nine muses, one left
She flew to a high mountain to think about the bereft
She desired her body whom none can take by theft
As a lone virgin, she birthed a son whom the angels blessed
Every angel sang hymns to nourish him with glory
And went to the waters to save men from purgatory
The tenth kingdom sings that the son came from the sun god
Who loved a white cloud and dropped a pearly tear as a prod
The cloud opened and gave a child, and the sun did laud
And the child received glory. This is what they all applaud
And the kingdom sings that the child fell as pouring rain
To the waters of the earth to ease humanity’s pain
The eleventh says that he was born with vile power
Born from a father who desired his precious flower
The plant opened its petals and became a vower
It vowed to take its sole offspring to a tomb to cower
An angel dressed in white roses came and cared for him
And through the angel, he came to a lake filled to the brim
The twelfth kingdom sings that he came from the moon and sun
He was cared for and nourished in the heights as a loved one
He was bathed in power and bright glory as the son
He soon rained down into sparkling waters as should be done
But in the shimmering truth, he was above those two
Who came to save pearls, using the shining boats to get through
Shapur I, Wise King of the Simurgh Kingdom, and friend of Mani
The King of Kings of Iran and non-Iran, the sun of many
Walking through the valley of the shadow of death, the road of any
Recalling his life of war campaigns, stone monuments and plenty
Recalling his support and talks with Mani, though his heart was in doubt
Now he knew that the blazing flame, that guided him, was going out
Wondering why he believed Oromazd and Ahriman were brothers
Why he worshipped fire, for soon his fate will end in painful fires
Remembering how he dismissed the teachings of the lotus flowers
Mani’s gift of Persian honey, that he did not taste, like others
Ready for the chariot of burning flames, his friends started to weep
He sunk down into his soft bed, and fell into the clutches of sleep
“A voice calling from the Eastern Steppe, “Prepare the way for the Light
Make straight, open paths to the Light, dwelling in the heights above the height
Valleys will be made low, heavens will open, all in a king’s sight
The world will shake, and the world will be bathed in moonlight and in sunlight””
These are the words the angels prophesied about Shapur the King
Shapur before his sleep faintly chuckled at this, praying and wishing `
Shapur I came again, forgetting his former self and wish
But had dreams of the Just Judge, sitting just above a pond of pearlfish
“You allowed every flower in your vast land to grow and flourish
You were the sun shining indiscriminately on all plants and fish
And cared for that seven petal lotus in your garden and court
Though in the past, you politely declined to give your heart’s full support”