Having grown up with Sarah Seraphin and, Tristen Temple
Toddlers at Saint Nicks preparatory praetorian school of fine arts
Precocious, their quasi's trice musketeers quid pro quo ? His prodigies.
Categories:
seraphin, angel, art, baby, love,
Form: I do not know?
Succinct and Full of Joy
Oh, this expansive form moves from side to side;
most of the time it is free to roam the arid landscape of expectation, the things one
hands down in time and fashion – the control we relinquish,
the automatic retributive response to morality,
to limitations – but my fervent brother,
my whole hearted fellow, there is more.
Beyond the barrier of occurrence,
There is faith – a beam pure and simple
– a salient focused vibration melded
strong in love a forbearance,
you cannot hold it in your fingers
but it’s weighty still, it lingers
in the void it seeks to fill,
in those sparse moments of
doubt and fear it seeks to wrap you,
hold you near, near to where
holy Seraphin herald the
coming of your soul’s inclusion – away
from this dream,
Away from the roadway's folly,
to a place succinct and full of joy.
Categories:
seraphin, faith, imagination, time,
Form: Ballad
In fear
you took my soul
from me,
in taking,
for your pride.
In truth,
you delivered
me,
through denial.
In absolution,
your infinity
was my demise,
together we stride.
In spirit
I am Victory,
in Man I am,
Ammon,
Hell'el where'l
I reside.
In passion
Jesus of Zion,
our Zeus
of Io.
As Gopi Ions
I know. . .
A saga
of God's opinions,
the devil's dominion.
A heretic Sun
thrice,
Our element Seraphin. . .
I am Lucifer,
yours in fear,
and in truth,
in absolution,
and in spirit,
and in passion
your Jesus.
In war,
through defeat
I am your victory.
In peace our soul,
your benedictory.
Categories:
seraphin, passion, philosophy, visionary,
Form: Free verse