Best Mysterybeauty Poems
Hidden in the nature the beauty within,
Upon the sky glaze into my eyes,
The beauty that rhymes inside my heart,
Beating to speak out loud and beyond,
To the world of unknown,
That runs throw each place of unsure,
Upon my eyes,
Tears by tears gain,
Drop by drop,
Suddenly became the oceans depth.
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I was in front of BEELZEBUB, my father-
My tender father, how tender!
He was smiling at me, smiling-
He was the famed LUCIFER. Sweet father so smiling.
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He is the leader of the revolution against HEAVEN
He who wants to restore the bond between heaven and hell so fervent-
Else we shall continue to deceive the earth and HUMANITY
And continue making man God's enemy.
GOD: That is not a new thing son, of the famed Beelzebub.
Here I was in the Kingdom oh hell,
A twin thousand of years old which no human could tell-
And on my head was my crown of FATE of good size-
And around my head was my AUREOLE, a copy from that of the weakling, CHRIST.
There is none as beautiful as dad
And as transparent and divine as his friendship so fat
Which Heaven so foolishly refuses to accept.
He is handsome without a thing as except-
GOD: His beauty is a curse from Me THE SUPREME DEITY
He is a beauty to the eyes of the evil.
Go on DAIMON. We are growing impatient.
The Tale merits many a talent.
I was in a black cassock, with black sandals on,
Cassock of the Luciferian home. I was his son.
Father is a huge Man with a handsome tail and a head with vipers-
Red-eyed, deep-voiced, and with four delicate arms with hair like spikes for THOMAS.
LUCIFER:
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Their breaths are in the mystery of beauty.
I am a loner but not to say I am alone.
Shall I remain here for all time?
I try not to pretense the obvious.
Butterflies...from cocoon to flight,
Rare, yet wondrously beautiful,
Have a way of soothing the soul
Yet overwhelming when not prepared.
Pretentious and enticing
Will lure you into believing
Their beauty is the ultimate being,
Caution...do not be the victim.
I stand here with flight surrounding me,
Oh how beautiful...I want to follow.
Their flight has a way of guiding you
To unforeseen destinations...are you willing?
The universe has a supple core
That only the unknowing has experienced.
To be aware unconsciously is not glorious.
Do you ask yourself, "Am I being gilded?"
Shall I follow the gilded butterflies
To the land of unexplored?
Stop!..Do you not see?
Their colorful disguise has tainted you.
Open thine eyes and forever see,
The beauty to behold is divine.
Not to confuse one's self in eternity.
Beware..the gilded butterflies...I stand alone.
The sun beats down on the hot desert sand
As she brushes their silken white mane
No fairer mistress lives throughout the land
Her beauty as rare as the rain
Left behind by a nomadic tribe
Scandal surrounding her birth
Arabian white horses always by her side
Her only family to speak of on earth
A virgin so pure and spirit so free
No one has spoken her name
She is as refreshing as drops from the sky
They simply refer to her as the Rain
You can see her riding an Arabian white steed
Anytime night or day
No other horseman can match her speed
Is what the locals say
Foreigners think when they speak of the Rain
They are talking of drops from above
But it’s this girl they worship who has no name
That they shower with all of their love
The sun beats down on the hot desert sand
As she brushes their silken white mane
No fairer mistress lives throughout the land
Her beauty as rare as the rain
By, Joe Flach
For Constance's Contest, "Rain, The Story"