Long Celestials Poems
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The royal chambermaid and the young warrior, fleeing the wrath of the heavenly palace, were flying low, their robes trailing through the air like colourful ghosts. Their elopement to the earthly domain had been condemned by the celestial throne, and now the soldiers of the pursuing army, forbidden to descend any further into the dwelling place of mortals and beasts, the line between heaven and earth being inviolable, had massed in the sky, each with a white cloud underfoot, their eyes following the desperate flight of the fugitives, two bright specks sweeping over the barren landscape far, far below. The commanding general raised his sword.
Deserting the blue,
Match made in heaven, earthbound,
Gravity of love.
The two lovers could sense that the end was near. Flying huddled together, his arm around her shoulders, they looked into each other’s eyes, a wistful smile on their lips, the wind pushing a thin strand of the chambermaid’s hair onto her face like the track of a tear. To die next to each other, just above the realm where they could be human about their love, was the second best fate they could have wished for.
Doomed by human hearts,
Celestials embracing fate,
Flight interrupted.
The sky darkened. A million jade arrows poured straight down from the heavens, blocking out sun and hope, whistling through the air, a shrill dirge, then smashed like thunderbolts into the land, their shafts and feathers quivering in a green fury at having been sunk in this filthy turf forever. Presently, deep in their midst, out of the trembling, seedless earth, appeared a pair of mysterious red flowers that, through the numberless winters since, have refused to wither.
A merciless sky,
A deluge of green arrows,
Bamboo forest sways.
Dulcimer dewdrops
paint the leafy canvas,
hungry mouthlings bobbing
a rambunctious sway
from
clear pleasure of impact to receive
blessings of the day,
the celestials milk of lactate rain;
Natural communion of God's living waters.
Springtime of Life in the midsts of earthen daughters
festival seasonings to give down sunny aisle.
The Sun baptises the atmosphere into radiant bands to Godfather it along, graft in its song,
to treat them well and cherish their innocent incense of
Petra-Petrichoronation.
Everything minted, freshly new,
looks one to another in curious expressions,
each starkness of moment a momento co-efficient
a moonlit kiss, a rhyme to feel on the skin-under the enigmatic dance of time a type of salutation, a hand
extended across the pews of cherished commune.
Overseer-elemental- spirit-emissary-
spreads over the horizon,
an Angel of the mind's auburn snows
and breaker of confinements of prose,
has a general idea what C R E A T I O N must be feeling,
but sneaks a look to every station, every interaction,
each breath taken silence of magical gratitude the entrance into the white fluffy and delicate know.
The lottery was won by each
for no other reason that G O D is the Author
and Master Poet, of Love
and balls lightning to show it.
Circle in the sand could tell a story
of a lost world, where celestials and machines
were one.
A crafty place where symbiosis is tasted
on the tongue.
Chimera epoxies elysian forgeries,
ruins, blistered and urned
by the seasons and the sun.
Cogs turning in the Temple of
Desperidium.
Wraith of translucent heat layers, reeling as film,
screen of video player stealing the image
of vesselic seal.
Black wings covering the eye of the past in-echoed Artisan-
lens cap, loosed, by
gait of prose and print of boot.
But it won't, divulge its secret cache,
of high hand, poker face,
in sign language-of cornerstones plans
laid from.
Jacobs Ladder Inn-hiding,
drone wave form.
A fleeting glimpse of visage,
visitage of what will soon again re-spawn,
kit of kingdom come.
Masking, its schema in paved,
mapping in hum of ley-line amathema,
violet band in tardigrade.
Petrified rainbow relic in the strata,
its soil forgotten in mind shade.
Like black chute of night blooming mushroom,
bubbles up, defiant creation,
pharmakeia l.e.d balloon parabolic ort-asm,
phantifuge,
sailing its wave of rebellion in bloom.
Renaissance reconnaissance recognizance
frequency of insanity of fallen ones
that denies their death row doom.
Tower of Babel has one foot in the grave
and one lit up in stereo- fm,
in the netherealms of CERN/Hades
a portal seeking to pierce the veil,
as a mitochondria drill.
They seek to house themselves in your temple
and corrupt the windows to your soul.
I no longer trust the flowers of dessert mirages.
For years, Vikings have read mystical Runes.
They once soared forth in golden carriages.
Now every dawn returns their dreamy tunes.
A faery, I remain in vibrant flight.
A mystic born with Stardust and Cosmos.
My flight dreams transcend the mind's starry night
To realms where big truths and visions arise.
Handfasted once beneath the ancient Oak
Amid unwinding breaths of whispered wind,
Now freed to ride the cosmic tides evoked,
Ascending where the Celestials began.
No human heart knows where I am flying
With defiant fantasies unflinching.
I Walk With The Stars far from the lesser Creeds
Indeed, the Starseed breeds Greater Faculties
I Am Light Born, Light Forged by the Celestials
I Am Archetype Quintessential,
I Am Omnipotent by The Great Fire that Dwells Within
Upright like Djed Pillars unto Greater Firmaments,
Never So Low to Behold what was Long Foretold
that the Golden Temple within sits in Unmeasurable Gold,
to the High Heavens that Glisten, a Great Flame Has Risen
I Am Blissful, I Am Luminous by the Greater Intuition
Into the Ether where the Currents Of Life Rip
where All Is Wise, where All Is Electric
I Am Eccentric, where the soils toil in Egypt
I Am Israel, I Am a Citadel, Up High like Asclepius
I Am Born in High Hopes on High Roads, I Blaze like a Shooting Star
I Am Ever-Present, Ever-Excellent, Ever like Eagle to Asgard
I Am Ever-Glowing, Ever-Flowing far from the Subpar
I Am VICTORIOUS, I Am ILLUMINED, for I Walk With The Stars
Come, come and find me in my solitude
You shall see the hidden facet of this girl so prude
You shall see the real me
The wild side which I keep repressed for the sake of societal civility
Pray, the real me is sensual
Yes, the real me relishes the physical, the carnal
The real me thrives there where there is feminine freedom
Freedom, exquisite and intense without ever fearing of being fallen!
The real me is broken
Yes, the real me is lost in a mirage
A mirage which would never be put into usage
A mirage which caused my heart to be sunken
The real me, then, is empty
Devoid of emotions for the lot of humanity
Even if I do keep writing of philanthropic poetry
Why, the real me is void, too busy swirling in emotional misery
The real me is a half human girl with magical powers
The real me can fly, can turn into mythical creatures
The real me can even bid life to go as she does will
The real me is good in mystery and skilled as well!
The real me is so orthodox,
To the extent of celebrating purity
To the extent of denigrating the loss of morality
The real me hates that which causes one to be sinful!
The real me relishes the mystery of life
The real me thirsts for death
For the real me is bent on faith
Faith which promises of other realms, of that God, bold and handsome!
The real me yearns for more of mystical love
Yes, for love which can transgress Earth and the celestials
The real me is and shall remain a mystery for humankind
For eons and eons to come!
The real me, then, is a solo Queen
Soft, sensitive, gentle and at times, so mean
The real me can hurt and kill for that which I believe in
The real me, though, abides by Truth!
Why, the real me is who I am in my solitude
The real me is deep and wild, so different from the side so prude
That I do show to the world
Yes, the real me is always in ecstasy with my own being!
The real me is complex and complicated
The real me is two faced, two sided
The real me is hard to be demystified
The real me, though, is, for the sake of being!
harvest from the terrestrial
Mother Nature giving her best.
pastures green on the other side
Man's canal gift from Mother Earth
Get your thoughts in from books.
grinded, marshed in crucibles
seiving out the shaft, lest it chokes
wrapping into boluses, bit by bit
Light up the scenes in merry
sending shivers down the throat
popping out mystery mist
while wrapped round in cocoons
Glory, glory, celestials
levitating into the abode of enlightenment
seeing clear visions hidden in the fog
looking down on terrestrial beings as tiny ants
An epidural intake to calm the pain
until I'm lost in its mirage.
My status reading is "High."
In the Vastness of the Universe only One thing stands true
that the only thing Centralized Is The Sun in which too is also found within you,
where there is Fire there is Light
where there is Light there is Life,
where there is Life there is Proof
that what dwells beyond is Absolute,
to the Celestials we ride for from the Celestial we are
there the Eternal Blazes from the Earth to the Stars,
and we Ride High to the Sky towards Heavenly Bliss
and make a wish that one day All Shall Witness This,
that the Great Source of All shall reclaim its Fallen State
and find Grace, in the Hollow Race and Raise it to Thy Holy Place
what goes up shall surely come down, and what stands firm in place Is The Sun
which Governs All Life, All knowing, All Giving, All Is One
In waiting for you, my love, the seasons have snowed in black and white,
The landscape of our time together has been painted in trenches of lingering silences,
And every moment without your voice, an eternity crystallized in waxen clocks,
The autumns have passed with winds that leafed through memories like pages rare.
Since I've been waiting for you, my love, so many years have slipped by...
The long road of your absence has been sprinkled with shooting stars,
The weeping celestials, in the night of my soul, are the lighthouses of an abandoned edifice,
The city of my heart is in mourning, and its streets bare and numbed.
And the mournful sunsets of violet purples,
Are faded lipstick marks on the rim of a forgotten glass,
Yesteryear's dreams have become cobwebbed in untamed thoughts,
Where are you, love lost in the fields of lavender of unshared evenings?
I waited for you at the crossroads of roads, a spider's web stretched between yesterday and today,
Where vows of love were carved in wind and promises of smoke,
Like shadows that dimmed beneath the flicker of candles nibbled by oblivion,
The springs have faded, the celebrated red chestnuts have rusted, in a leaden festivity.
Yet no one passed by there, no echo, just absence as a heavy cloak,
The gate to you seems locked with a thousand padlocks of steadfast memories,
By the sea I dream of you, a foam statue waiting in silence,
Only the waves, prompt in mysteries, confide to me the secret of the parted.
The ocean of my soul waves its unseen wings,
In the close murmurs of hidden shells on endless shores,
I wonder what solemn horizons, what illuminated passages have you walked since you left?
The waves respond with froth of cold regrets and with untouched, uncreated prints.
And this evening, again, the violins cry beneath my window,
Soothing their longing in faint voices piercing the amber sky's infinity,
It's the autumn of a soul that submerges under time, under yearning, under an unconsoling sky,
In a lamentable dance to the notes of romance, which fall away like leaves in the wind, wandering without end.
I was lost, but now I'm Found
just a Ghost Ship drifting Unbound,
through Storms and Flame, through nights and days
wayfaring through in Most Excellent Haste,
through darkened mist, Into Seas of Light Cyphers
I Am Solar Rexus with the Solar Light Piper,
the Soul Vessel, it Gleams Immaculate
Deep Diving the Inner Galactics,
Venturing Afar
for the Spark within burns like Djeds and Stars,
Wielding Torches, Illumined to Navigate
Unto the High Seas and Gales,
Unto the Celestials, it's Exuberant
Crista Insignis, I Harken to Boundless Lumens
Ever So-Lucid, To Believe is To Become
Resist Not, those Typhonic Winds Into The Sun