Long Divinities Poems
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Towering
factories,
arcane,
silhouetted against
a violet dark sky
bruised lead-gray
clouds tumble.
heavens heavy in
thunder and lightning
turn in arcane patterns
of oblique, obsolete
across facades of machinery.
lightning arcs, carving
ruins in the angry sky.
ravens fly, high, black specters...
shadows dance in the dark
engines spark, whirr, burn,
hiss and steam.
lights of a necropolis
flare on horizons seams
towers of crimson, echos
scream, nightmares of industry.
bastions of empire
razor spires climb, high.
of bone
in ancient stone
something secret opens
alone
factories of arcane divinities.
dark eyes shown
righteous rights echo
hand carve ruins
in ash upon stone
smoke of infernos
billows into velvet skies
these dark minions roam,
into the unknown,
pluses of infinite power
dark towers,
arcane factories
reaching
silhouetted
against
violet black sky’s
You, the watercolor of my dreams and codex of mystery,
You draw the cosmic shiver towards me, disturbing my peace;
You offer a dance of stellar swarms hidden in earthly forms,
You possess sublime gifts, courage, weaving genealogies of noble thoughts.
And as your hair gently falls, illuminating the city,
Like night flickering innocently and gracefully over day,
Soft, a river of shadows carrying the restless arcane;
Your steps penetrate in rhythms, born from sparkling stars in your shoes.
Within you lies an unfathomable cosmos, a labyrinth of secrets and ancient trees,
Where rural intertwines with urban, in the contours of a hidden new realm,
There, wars and the vulgar ebb away, amorphous and gregarious,
With delight and a soothing wave, everything transforms into blue canvases.
Ah, if you were a saga of the chemical dream,
And I, merely a palette under the sky painted with autumn leaves,
We would not be in this world, with theaters and liquid divinities, nothing more than
Two enigmas, building mazes that penetrate the depths of reality.
When I feel you, a sacred tremor lifts me, my soul treads into the abyss of senses,
Your voice, a call from beyond valleys, disturbs my rest with strange beckoning.
Why must you exist, in your seraphic form, in this world?
And now, why do you melt into the incomprehensible twilight like a precious phantom?
Creature adorned with sun-like drawings, unpredictable, impetuously enchanting,
Your smile, a silver snowflake finding its path on a delicate face,
You are the open path to pure madness, the other world within us,
You are slumbering cities, rivers of light in the encompassing nights, granting us oblivion.
it was of someone I once knew
but I did not yet know
it was of love and kindness
a union of spirit a familiar soul
but this was only a dream
drifting in my night
my heart takes flight
during summers sad moments
all alone in dreams dreamt of you
I feel you I know you or how you are not
this dream will linger in my heart
when I awake the sadness returns
a bittersweet feeling of losing something
unknown in a dream
like the drops of doom
I could not shake years
of isolation from my heart
deep in my soul
were I not to chase the dream
Would I not know the love of divinities' devotion?
If I don’t try…
…could I survive the inevitable
empty Room…
A soul takes when love breaks.
I pondered why you were sent
once I found someone
a time long ago
Someone to have N to hold
someone I never knew
I was afraid of it
afraid it would feel small n fall away
like my dreams dreamt along the way
and I will feel weak and lie awake
wondering why
I would walk in the afterthoughts of you
I awake with the sadness
from a Dream, I once Dreamt
of you or someone I thought I knew
It will return as bittersweet feelings
I could not scrub away
the feelings like bitter thick dew,
maybe that was my fear
bloody and cruel,
I could not run from dreams dreamt of you
Afraid it would break a fragile image of you
until I woke and that feeling did not flee
Was not fragile or fleeting like morning dew
As this was reality
a dark but sweet feeling
I felt memory cover me
I try not to flee
I did not want to shake
your future visions free
As you are sold real mine to hold
years still come and go
always something new
And now I will dream a different dream
of one spent forever with you
Yesterday`s Wishes
My yesterday`s wishes have turned sweet-sour:
I had wished a public body to head,
I toiled day and night to reach the tower
And through hard work to attain the hotbed.
At last my star in the sky had shone bright,
The divinities had scanned my wishes
From darkness of night I was drawn to light
In fulfilment of previous near-misses.
Ere long envious eyes vied for the hot seat
And did not fail to stab me in the back,
Hurl me in a ditch all alone to bleed
And seals of impunity did not lack.
Soon forced to quit the seat of the tower
Not out of any incompetency
But to rope in a friend of new masters,
All dreams shattered through loss of sole duty.
With clouds of stress singly shrouding my health
Living just turned into a daily strife,
Yesterday`s wishes were buried at length,
Now light of inner self kindles my life.
What mortal tear?
Traces this grand and ageless face.
What twist and turn's of flesh?
Can inspire divinities of old
To lay waste to dreamscapes of
A mere weak soul.
Gracing the surface of dawn
New light chases away...
The shadows of the past.
What mortal fear?
Flies in a lives encompassing race.
Tools of hand
Rules of flesh
Deities taste of forbidden
dream's...lace.
Lands of mere walking apes
That claim the waste in a time of rape
That drink the wine
The immaculate Grapes of rancor
What mortal eye...?
In this age...
Can see the island's wrapped in
An arcane god's apathy...
A province of unknown Seas's
What face is this to see?
Divinities own...
A mortal tear.
Under the crest
of a wing
brushed
by her mane
I knelt
in her glory
told her my name
when the Lorilee
did sing
reverberating round
the beauty
and wonder
of the purest sound
hearing distorts
all but her voice
in this
Really,
I had no choice
Her eyes
like a balm
healing the soul
mist flowing off
like the top
of a knoll
divinities beauty
fantastic form
turning to fury
in a
demons storm
calm though she is
upset her
I did not
till I knew her more
find out
whats her plot
why do I feel glee ?
look all around
no sound it
can't be heard
no ending
can be found
just this
feeling free
I whisper
under breath
“Is this Eternity?”
Terminology metamorphosizes,
the chrysalis is forgotten in the butterfly,
likewise, in times so ancient
that a cultural amnesia had
thrown its opaque cloak across
original meaning,
names have become misplaced
upon an ever-shifting scrabble board.
So it is, with demons and imps,
once both were considered to be
the perfect fauna of human character.
My demon is quite a charming sprite,
in Spring it jumps over itself
transforming into a mischievous imp,
it often warbles from a cherub's throat
while genius (that other face of a demon),
sings lustily from every songbird’s gaping mouth,
both recall a time when we all sailed together
above the celestial wavelets
of an angelic womb.
Then there are those supplementary divinities
that guard our various talents
nymphs that slumber within the soul of mankind
until one fresh sunrise
truth awakens them to flight,
then all at once
they change their many names
to - You. and Yours.
GODS WITHDRAW FROM OUR WORLD
OF TAINTED VISION WINGS FROM MACHINES FAN FIRES MARCH DEAD SOLDERS FROM WARS LONG
PAST AND FUTURES WAITING TO BE BORN
METALLIC WINGS OF FALLEN ANGELS EXPAND FORTH TO HAIL CRYPTIC WORDS FROM EMPIRES OF FORGOTTEN WORLDS DEITIES AND DEMONS IGNITE ENGINES OF DOOM AN CONSPIRE HEAVENS TO BURN WITH WAR LOCKED IN A STRUGGLE FOR THE THRONE OF THE GRAND ARCHITECT A CREATOR OF ALL UTOPIA’S A FIRE WITH ITS SUMMONS NEWLY FOUND FURY AND ANCIENT ENEMIES ARE FOUND FORGED IN THE DIVINE PLANS OF DIVINITIES MIND LIVES FALL LIKE GRANS OF SAND WINGS OF MACHINES FAN DEMON'S PASSION AS LEGIONS OF MAN DIE IN MASSES AS WE COME TO PASS WROUGHT BY ARMORED SAINTS IN THIS ILL BEGOTTEN DAYS AS HEAVENS ARE A BLAZE LUCIFER OPENS ITS EYES AND SPREADS IT MECHANICAL WINGS UNDER IS VISION LANDSCAPES DENOTE AND RADIATES HEAVENS BURN AT WAR WITH THE HOLY HOST AS A LIGHTBRINGER BOSTS AS HEAVENS ARE A BLAZE!
In this body
in which I healthy live
And, in this economic class
in which I study comparative social investments,
some more belligerently competitive,
others reassuringly warm culture cooperative,
We use these health v pathology discernment tools,
experiences,
memories,
images,
predictions,
investment histories,
to understand how we are publicly
and privately committed
to our nutrition nurturing environments
within sacred Earth,
how we secularly are with ecological relationships
violently and non-violently communicated,
competitively ZeroSum debated
and cooperatively NonZeroSum,
plus emergent ecosystemic health multipliers, discussed,
commissioned by alien transcendent, yet fragile, Divinities
communioned by and through EarthMother's
recycling strings of recombinant DNA.
In this ecologically relational
and economic health body
in which I live,
I cannot hear your communications
as irrelevant to my racial characteristics,
my financial value history
as commodified
in U.S. currency,
In liquid
and frozen
and over-heated assets
and environmental liabilities,
because these are germane to our power assessment
of me as an individual,
within a non-extended monocultural Republic,
And an extended polycultural Species,
Sharing this sacred ecological network
of interdependent organic systems
often green and brown and black
and red and blue
shades of light and shadow
multicultural sanctuary felt
and octave hues and tones remembered
as MotherEarthCentric warm moist memories,
Iconic Source
of all wombed health,
EarthMother resonant wealth
In this body
in which I live
and sometime die.
It is said that coloring relieves,
The stresses one's mind perceives,
Improving the quality of thoughts,
Untying anxieties woven in knots.
Black and white drawings are like our God above,
Angelic colors descend upon us as a dove.
Thoughts of the Creator are either black or white,
Dark as none, or all colors together ever bright.
Angels fall on every spectrum of light's wave,
A rainbow always ready to protect and brave.
Walking with us through all aspects of life,
Adding vibrancy to love, hope, pain, and strife.
Angelic hosts linking the Godly to the Earth,
Witnesses to God's light, a tableau of rebirth.
Enriching mindfulness moment to moment,
Given to humans as a glorious bestowment.
An artist's spiritual palette these divinities become,
Celestial beings enlightening drab and earthly glum.
Wings and feathers brushing, voicing the previously unheard,
Raising lost hearts, minds, and souls infinitely Heavenward.
09/05/17