byzantine turtle
a renaissance animal
wise as da vinci
waste in this world
innovative ideas
no one speaks turtle
My walls were once strong as if Theodosian
But now they're cracked and covered in graffiti
My ambition was once grand as if I was Justinian
But now my goal is to simply make it to tomorrow
Somehow I'm sitting here with Byzantine Blues
Sit with me and sift through the clues
I'm afraid I'm due for a collapse
As if it was 1453 perhaps
My beliefs were once stable and staunch
As if they came from the Patriarch of Constantinople
My friendships were once strong like a Byzantine army
But now I'm left sifting through phonies and fakes
And I'm still sitting here with Byzantine Blues
As ghosts walk among Orthodox pews
I'm afraid I'm due for a collapse
On my window the Grim Reaper taps
When I was English I found a few secrets,
Reasons why we held ourselves so high,
Maturity and experience was found in age,
So the look surpassed the phase,
The younger men took to the looks and once said,
You're either forced to be old one day,
Or hold back today on what you do just say,
It was a flawless design of course to contentment,
However they had learned in history as it drew concern to what's missing,
Commanding the masses required pieces no longer learned,
Men who held themselves to standards were vigorously proved to have earned,
There was men that said controlling every aspect of them even within,
Draws respect from people who do not make sense as a reproductive win,
So they did just that,
They redesigned everything inside to match where they are at,
They never let their inner selves make judgment that seemed immoral,
Eating bones of animals that they dreamed of the meat only in total,
It was a religion all on its own,
Control the demons inside or they will disown.
She has nothing to hide
She bathes from phoenix waters
Her face is a painting of emotions
Joy, fear, anger, sadness
Triumphs over lakes of unbelievable
Her body is a shrine
Of Lady of Morals
The Titans bow to her
As she waves the indigo skies
Of dreams, of reality
And the shadows of the giant future
Her eyes are gateways of Renaissance
Her mind is a Continuum
A designed power set of neutrality
The plateau of paragons conceiving passel of hopes
Her heart is a great barrier reef---
Axioms of force and compassionate forbearance
Her embrace reaches the byzantine
No myths, no scales, no bottlenecks.
She, the Gaia’s daughter
The lover of Love
The love of Love.
©Ceri Naz/ March 07, 2015
Byzantine chapel
You had to swim a few meters until the find, you had to cut right and into the
rock is stuck the cave. I always felt like a small Byzantine dome that part. An
ancient Christian church remaining to wait until the end of the times. I thought
that I saw byzantine frescos painted in stone. Dride out faces looking at me
silent and serious. Tied with humidity, clams and starfish And salt spilling on
their hair and beards. People ready to make fires. Eyes like calcined charcoal
with crabs tied In garment. Steady, hard and fair fathers, breaths sulfur. The
light flowed from the top to the center with a thin gap. Algae and sea-urchins
like spilt Censer without burning incense and green stones as offerings in the
Sanctuaries left at random. The water reaches the middle and bottom well in
solid sand. I was ashamed to come in the sanctuary of sanctuaries Alone
because their quietness is heavy and their aim holy.
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