Best Visionarysky Poems
Escape.
Blue sky with milky stars, spiral your way here
and I shall trace your yellow circles all night long,
because breathing is not easy and passion often sleeps.
We sat under the cover of nightfall, drinking wine
and taking in the majesty of night.
Paris 1947, no more war.
The bullets took my father away from me,
now the evening air consoles me, playing with my hair.
“A croissant my dear?” I laughed at the cliché of it all.
Some things still will never be the same.
The taste of the death is the same for everyone;
first it gets hot and then it gets cold.
I draw on the window fog,
a finger slides on cold glass, squealing.
“Escape”.
I can see right through the letters.
A man walks along the shoreline, waves licking at his feet;
erasing his footprints, deleting his presence, making him complete.
I once could hear freedom in the echo of seashells: “Hushhhh…”
Somewhere among the snowy dunes, a solitary tree stood bare
with its limbs spilling into the sky like black ink on a grey page, a refuge
for owls and the thundering foot of a spring hare. This is my home.
I am nestled amongst dry leaves and damp wood, a family of squirrels
has taken me in.
Nature is gracious, wolves don’t belong in public.
These days, I live in lullabies.
One reality is better than none at all.
The huge sky overseeing the emerald and bluish earth...
wouldn't be the only sky in our incredibly diverse Universe,
if limited sight weren't the obstacle to the awesome images that surprise couldn't conceal;
but many more galaxies hiding their splendid suns and planets,,
are still unknown and Man, overtaken by such a magnificence, expresses
himself in more atheistic ways not to compromise his own foolishness!
If we declare faith non-existent, cupidity can become our fetish...
filling us with more rampant pride to enforce its hypocritical seal!
More universes, like ours, lay dormant in their stillness,
" And will life be found on them? " is a question too inconclusive
that we can only answer by being so compellingly delusive;
more universes await the discoveries of the intelligent mind,
to lay out their awsomeness and beauty to discard the thought of finding life,
impelling us to preserve ours, not to destroy it by valiance or insanity!
Search history's events, are we capable of pursuing happiness...
without conquering and proclaiming our power with mighty armies?
In ancient days, they created unrealistic gods and goddesses...
not conceiving that the Supreme One wasn't a god in human form,
but rather the Invisible One, who often scolded them for their wickedness;
so in stone and marble they continued to sculpture divine faces
that the common people hailed and worshipped, and would they refuse
to obey their tyrant's wishes: their worthless lives would be taken...
and did Paul, the follower of Christ, go back to that cult so perverse?
We know, from the Holy Scriptures, he was converted and put down his sword...
More universes more magnificent than this one,
can be discovered and inhabited if they are livable;
and scientists are working hard along with astronauts to accomplish our dream,
and who isn't excited and show interest to take a voyage into the outer space?
Navigators ventured on perilous seas to attest that their concept was solid and real;
we, with more sophisticated computer science, are groped by the unthinkable!
Persuaded or not, discouraged or doubtful, researches must continue at our expense;
and what if we were successful, wouldn't everyone be taken by shock?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Escape, Escape-
Blue sky with milky stars, spiral your way here-
And I shall trace your yellow circles all night long,
Because breathing is not easy, and passion often sleeps.
We sat under the cover of nightfall, drinking wine-
Taking in the majesty of night; Paris 1947, no more
War. The bullets took my father away from me,
Now the evening air consoles me, playing with my hair.
“A croissant my dear?” I laughed at the cliché of it all…
Some things would still never be the same, the taste
Of the death is the same for everyone, first it gets hot
And then it gets cold.
I draw on the window fog-
A finger slides on cold glass, squealing.
“Escape”: You can write it. I can see right through the letters…
A man walks along the shoreline, waves licking at his feet;
Erasing his footprints, deleting his presence, making him complete-
I once could hear freedom in the echo of seashells: “Hushhhh…”
Somewhere amongst the snowy dunes, a solitary tree stood bare-
Its limbs spilling into the sky like black ink on a grey page, a refuge
For owls and the thundering foot of a spring hare- this is my home.
I am nestled amongst dry leaves and damp wood, a family of squirrels
Has taken me in- nature is gracious. Wolves don’t belong in public.
These days, I live in lullabies-
One reality is better than none at all.
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Music flutters in melodious peal,
Waking the bluebirds on the yew,
And all the village comes to wake,
Breathing in the morning view;
All eyes stand fixed upon the sky,
As heaven smiles and clouds stroll by-
If it all were real, I’d open my eyes,
And escape into my lullabies.
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