The Beautiful Impossible 8-20-26
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A Vision of Camelot
Above your dark and twisting
Tangled trail of cobwebs
Where blinding mists
Sting like shame
Shining towers rise!
They capture the daystar’s fingers
Caressing
These bright crowns of covenant
With golden diadems of amber fire
So bright
The sky ignites the coming sunrise
With vows in brilliant glow.
Gaze deep into this heart
Of crystal fire
Transfixed
Enthralled
Transformed
By yearning
For the refining core
Where secret fires forge dreams
And visions meld into the mystic
Birthing spellbound castles
This unspoiled siren’s song,
A wingless bird of hope,
Flies
Flawless
Just above
Just beyond
Beyond your fingertips.
Zin Uru, I Am Ever Of Light
So High Above, like a Heathen of the Night
where the Stars they run, there I take Flight
my Soul Glistens Erudite,
Through Hymns and Quatrains, I Sing Songs
Through Valor and Courage, the Forge of Psalms
Through Epics and Fortitudes, I Carry On
Torch in Hand, I Illumine Strong
Where Diadems they Glisten, no words are Sung
there Heaven has Risen, Under The Sun
and a Great Hymn is Heard, Ever Beyond
where the Celestial makes the Sacred Bond,
Up High, Into the Fetters of Night
I Gleam Electric Like,
I Beam in Rays of Gold and Violet Light
Cuz I'm So Illumined Bright,
Far Beyond the Doors Of Perception
Into the Emerald Gates Of Intercession,
where Dreams become Realms of Greater Things
It Seems, To Be, in Celestial Blessings
and Yes, The Only Way Out, Is Up Indeed
Take Heath, through the Passage Of Sovereignty
where Kings and Queens, take Steeds, To The Sun
and by The Higher Way, find the Omnipotent One
Raindrops on Roses
Raindrops on roses glitter
Like bright sapphire gems
On foils of tender petals
Amidst diadems
Of a royal king
To offer on his troth day
His favourite thing.
She took a stroll one moonlit night
Diamonds afar, those stars so bright
Such precious gems to soothe her soul
One moonlit night, she took a stroll
This night was crowned in diadems
To soothe her soul, such precious gems
On the boundless sea, gleams abound
In diadems, this night was crowned
The breeze played a song for the tree
Gleams abound on the boundless sea
To nature's tune we sing along
For the tree, the breeze played a song
The stars above, they made her swoon
We sing along to nature's tune
She embraced the heavenly love
They made her swoon the stars above
Cleopatra,
I investigate your eyes
through Nile mist that weaves,
jade butterflies that never fly
sable tresses hanging over leopards
bole skin on the border of Venusian dreamcatchers
Gilded diadems dance as burned suns
radiate from golden flakes of your crown
lightning demarcating the border between genius
— and ambition
wars are fought easier than your heart is won;
Cupid grieves your connections
Great men fear being made lesser by You
She of the God-like Mind
made Immortal for her Wise Counsel
I’m no prisoner of Fear nor Envy
nor Love
only Fate & Chance
Passionate war’s trompe-l’œil
Said the Heifer to the Ox: “O‘ sorry Ox,
How terrible to work your heavy yoke,
All day to wheel around that grinding spoke!”
She lay lazy in the shade of nearby rocks.
But Ox plowed onwards. Hearing Heifer’s knocks,
And paying no heed to her pitiful smoke,
He laboured, knowing well the dreadful joke
Which soon was to repay her mindless mocks.
And just then came a large procession near,
Garbed in diadems and resplendent frills;
“O‘ Heifer, if only you’d known your lot,
You’d have held your tongue and lived life in fear!“
The priests, dragging Heifer to the high hills,
Offered her to gods whose favors they sought.
(Inspired by Aesop's "The Heifer and the Ox".)
The moon invites romantic hearts
To ride moonbeams as kissing starts
The heavens sewn in gleaming hems
The stars they shine like precious gems
From galaxies light years away
The stars are there, and there to stay
Adorned like queens in diadems
The stars they shine like precious gems
A star was seen, it brightly shone
A king was born, divine his throne
From there came many faithful stems
The stars they shine like precious gems
Throughout the heavens stars disperse
The muse of poets find a verse
Gleaming words in many poems
The stars they shine like precious gems
The tree embraces cat and bird.
On both its blessing is conferred.
In turn, they celebrate the bliss
Of this eternal armistice.
The tree is rooted in the deep,
Where hatred, rage and envy sleep,
And reaches up, all gnarled and scarred,
To sparkling diadems of stars.
Into The Fire I Go to wield Jewels Out The Winepress
from Drudges to Diadems,
from Valleys of Darkness to Bethlehem
Upright, Scintillating like Shem in Jerusalem
Into Ethers of Brahma where the Sun Shines
Sublime, these Crowns and Feathers of Light
Blazing Dross out the Matrix to forge the Empyrean
and bring Heaven to Earth, to Illuminate like Atlanteans
Ever-Onward, Steadfast in Flight
to Smash the Veil and Crush the Crux of Night,
So Glorious, Star Bound I enter the Ethereal Stage
Vanquishing Ignorance while I play Ukelele
Golden Harps sound off as I Breach realms beyond the Wild Pendulum
Into The Fire I Go, The Eternal Serum
Through the Golden Gate we march, We Sons Of Thunder
to Rise and See Lifes Illusions Crumble,
Sacred Swords and Spears we Wield into the Valleys Of Jerusalem
Ankh in hand, Halos and Solar Diadems
We cross the Threshold , Trodding in Grace
and Ride Upwards towards the Seventh Gate,
and proceed passed the Gatekeeper of Ancient Wisdom
and Vanquish the Perils from False Religions,
Inward we go Into the Temples Of Light
where Cathedrals of Infinity Shine Bright,
and Bonfires Blaze where we reap Flames from Eternity
Holding High the Sacred Lantern of Destiny,
we Trudge Onward and reach the Summit of Israel
and Stake Claim to the Powers of the Holy Grail
Unto Zion I go to find my soul
Journeying through Heavenly Abodes,
where the Path is Electric like a Thunder Storm
and True Jerusalem Ascends Forth,
Ever-Upwards where the Sacred Resides
I AM The Sun So High,
past Six Gates Unto Paradise
to perceive with Gods eyes,
where Diadems are Prevalent and Luminous
and Divine Illuminance Scintillates it's Exuberance,
and Kings are Crowned by Wisdom
and Blessed are they by the Chrism,
and there I bear witness to the Higher Power
where Divine Dispensation Reigns, by Light Empowered
where a Trinity of Truth Gleams Supreme
and the Infinite Awe breathes in Sovereignty,
and the Hand Of God is touched by the Eternal Fire
There, I Free Solo Drift past the Bridge Of Quagmires,
and now..... I Walk Into The Valley Of Zion
High Abode the Ethers where Diadems Glisten
Beyond Time and Space, where The Sun has Risen
Shines Kingdoms of Intuition, Gods Religion
Resurrected by Esoteric Wisdom,
where the Greater Man Shines like an Emerald Stone
High Born with the Jasmine Robe,
In Garments of Power, The True Victory
In Crowns Of Light, We Crush Blasphemies
Up the Sacred Passage towards Jerusalem
Into lands of Shem, I AM
The Kundalini Is Rising, now I'm Flying High on Wings Of Wisdom
Full Power Up On The Chrism,
Ever-Upward in Fully Blazoned Life
Fear No Evil, Fear The Regal Like....
I AM Spirit, I AM Alive
I AM Soul Divinus, One with the Sacred Fire
Deathless by the Knowledge, Breathless by the Flight
Wielding Staffs and Grails of Light,
One and Beyond I AM Eternal
Boundless by The Force, Boundless, Supernal
Slinging Mights Of Courage, Stone Bold like David
Never Jaded, Wielding Long Bows like Hayk Nahapet
Solar Gleamin like a Scion of the Great Spirit
The Vibes Jive On Exquisite,
Legend Born by the Alchemy
Chasing Diadems for the Masterpiece,
Full Ascent Into the Heart Of Israel
The Land Of Milk and Honey and Citadels,
Ever-Luminous, The Sacred is Rising
Ever-Thriving,
Abode the Heavens, The Stars Align
Seven Doors To Paradise
In the frozen grip of winter's chaperone,
Cinderella gets walzted in like a dirty faced hussy.
As light and darkness stand side by side
in a battle for her supremacy.
Godmother has the ground vermin rousted up
from their hidden abodes.
Busy fashioning her apparels and pearly things.
But kissing in their modes.
Dreams that have lied dormant promise the moon,
meets with sunbeams fresh advances, with golden threads of dress-up in swoon.
New pickup lines and peer reviews
to peak at her pinnacle lines.
Fresh new light clings to the hem of misty morn,
sown at her delicate feat, like diadems.
Promised in consecrated dew-drops newly born.
The fowl caress the air in synchronized swim,
in salvos of savoir faire,
bannering rehearsal,
the reversal of Death's Nadir.
Much work to do in presenting.
Gonna have a good show.
Godmother tends to her proper dress.
Tries to tone down her exude of amoress.
Winter looks tacitly, concerned-
from the cold distance,
but is lit up by the way Spring looks back
in her gratitudes,
when she turns,
bows and curtseys at her complicit,
Majesty.
Shivering aspens side by side
Standing against the chill
Gold crowns all are wearing
Until their diadems spill
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