Liquid black crystal
reveals...
everything;
all exists in the black void.
Velvet night sings,
rings of mysteries
yet to be revealed.
Prognostications
swirling colorless events
painted empty,
build their momentum,
crescendo outwards;
rays of the spectrum...
obsidian, ebony, jet, onyx,
coal, raven, velvet shadows;
the visica piscis
giving birth
to a elysian garden, in full bloom
with creative imaginations.
Visica Piscis: In sacred geometry, the symbolic seed-of-life.
Categories:
prognostications, color, math, metaphor, poems,
Form: Free verse
"The unwavering human desire for perpetuity"
--by poet--
Hunger For Life
Desperation reason with destiny to depose inevitability and find utopian coast
Longevity is not an impervious spiritual armor weakened by an invasive ghost
Inculcated within thoughts are prognostications of inexorable advancing years
Endeavors defying the rules of gravity regrettably culminate in shedding tears
Polar winds menace leaves steadfastly clinging on as tainted skies appear dim
Beyond freezing horizons anonymous newly departed faces wander in tandem
Grey whales returned and blizzards withdrew except old towns are in disarray
Hunger for life contesting dreadfulness anticipate the dissolution of a blue day
11/02/2014
1:46 a.m.
Aboard cruise liner:
Splendour Of The Seas
Categories:
prognostications, age, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
Never bury dreams
they are prognostications
providing guidance-
dreams are dutiful helpers-
take them to heart faithfully
Categories:
prognostications, dream, future, philosophy, poems,
Form: Tanka
Oh, thou “Lesser Light,” created by the Master’s voice on the fourth day of creation to provide light at night.
Your greater companion, the sun, marks the boundaries of a day, you determine month’s beginning and end.
At night you fascinate us earthlings as you move through your phases, reflecting the light of your superior soul mate.
He rules the day, you rule the night with your diffused light. Together you affect the ocean tides, causing spring tides and neap tides by your varied alignments.
You are believed by some to affect the mood of those we call lunatics.
While you move through your phases, they are calm, but when you are full, they turn raving mad.
Thou celestial cupid, who mesmerize lovers as they sit under the atmospheric canopy encircled by your silvery light.
Oh, ancient prophet, that signals the nearness of your Maker’s return to earth.
You harbinger of tumultuous events. The ancients studied you to decipher your prognostications.
On this side of eternity we revel in your benefits, because when time gives way to eternity we will have no need of sun nor you for God your creator will be our source of light.
Categories:
prognostications, creation, nature, religious,
Form: Ode
THAT WAS A HELL OF A WEDDING
There ain’t no one that will say I make sense
There ain’t no reason for me to mask a pretense
There ain’t no reason for anyone to hear what I say
Because long before they understand I’ve taken my away
I live in a big city but feel so small
Bouncing from lovers like rubber ball
So I stand on a soapbox speaking to them all
Waiting for the sky or the skyscrapers to fall
I promise them prognostications that will never come true
While I explain why the dove with an olive branch flew
He left his nest with babies begging to be fed
because God’s son and Satan’s daughter are wed
I sweat on the concrete trying to teach what I’ve learned first hand
I was taught that at fancy parties people like me are banned
I also learned that somehow people see through my facade
And ain’t no one who’s going to forgive me, especially God
© 2011.…~free cee!~
Categories:
prognostications, angst, people, me, people,
Form: Quatrain
THAT WAS A HELL OF A WEDDING
There ain’t no one that will say I make sense
There ain’t no reason for me to mask a pretense
There ain’t no reason for anyone to hear what I say
Because long before they understand I’ve taken my away
I live in a big city but feel so small
Bouncing from lovers like rubber ball
So I stand on a soapbox speaking to them all
Waiting for the sky or the skyscrapers to fall
I promise them prognostications that will never come true
While I explain why the dove with an olive branch flew
He left his nest with babies begging to be fed
because God’s son and Satan’s daughter are wed
I sweat on the concrete trying to teach what I’ve learned first hand
I was taught that at fancy parties people like me are banned
I also learned that somehow people see through my facade
And ain’t no one who’s going to forgive me, especially God
© 2011.…~free cee!~
Categories:
prognostications, angst, people, me, people,
Form: Quatrain