Short Celestials Poems
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Celestials' envy,
Earth's seraphic gravity,
Revolving in love !
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This paradox of flesh and spirit...
One being bright as the other dark
Withering it's flower aneath celestials sun
Ageless her renewing in timeless waters
Metaphoric streams a cocoon she waits..
Restless, these dreams to escape; to fly away.
thunder fantastic beings
that come out of the clouds
to scare
frightening even,
little clouds children...
Lightning and lightning
are tongues of fire
stretched out in
celestials
pranks...!
Euphorias angelic rapture breathing it's raging
Celestials crashing waves in whirlpools of desires
Gliding atop her glistening moonlit beauty; cresting..
Oblivious unto the night and her stars which bathe us
As ecstasies flames; aneath a passioned kiss our flowing
Volcanic tides mingling love's rising betwixt, melting thighs.
Behold the lamb of God is born this day!
In a manger warm with beddings of hay.
Where beasts inhabit and drop their waste,
fit for none else but men of lowly caste.
Behold the infant Lord whose lowly birth
was marked by celestials in joy and mirth.
In an orchestra in the distant sky,
they played the first carol right there on high.
We are the celestials,
Different from these terrestrials,
Above such things bestial,
I'm an old age girl,
You are my world,
I love you to the moon
And beyond, none too soon,
We wander as stars,
Orbiting afar,
In universe above,
Endless divine love,
Deep in galaxies,
Across time and centuries,
Above the terrestrials,
We are the celestials.....
COMPUTATIONAL SUMMONS ...
DAMNATION'S DEMONS DRIVE
INTELLIGENT MACHINES.
HELL BOUND IN CIRCUITRY
BOARDS WITH DIGITAL IMAGING
A GODFORSAKEN ENIGMA BUILT
IN INFERNO'S HOT SILICON MATRIX.
DESOLATIONS DIVINITIES
RULE A VIRTUAL LABYRINTH.
THE CELESTIALS CREATED MAN!
MAN DESTROYED THE DIVINE, INSANE!
THE PROFANE CREATED SACRED MACHINES
OF TWISTED LOGIC, SPARKS RAIN!
Chika the angel in the distant clouds.
Treads slowly along the utopic path.
With eternity's splendour in your grip,
you were awoken by melodious sounds,
played by celestials who guided your trip.
You fled divinity's eternal wrath,
to dwell in realms of laughter infinite.
Those on earth have said a final goodnight,
desiring someday to share in this bliss,
when we like you will earn the Saviour's kiss.
Old Man Winter dons his
best sapphire blue,
lavender suit
while Mother Nature
dresses in her finest
lace gown.
The splendor of
crystalline trees provide
a curtained backdrop
for their dance.
The stars strobe to
the music of the ethers;
this is winter bliss.
Such a night
so long ago
when celestials
sang to a newborn;
an annual celebration
even nature enjoys.
Stars have spread like the points
of the light in the height,
Grace is sweeter than coins,
Grace is prettier than flight.
Say, celestials are paler
than bright eyes, it is true,
And she'll make me a favour
with her smile anew.
I won't hide blind feeling
And she knows what I mean,
I'm in love with her really,
I have reason to sing.
With a hope I am drawing
solid bridge between us
And sometimes I'm not going
to be fond of the stars.
Our home has a poetical basis
in the cornerstone...
The solidity
of our lives, comes
from the homemade foundation...
The successful realization,
the faith of refinement,
is the ceiling that covers us
and guard against inevitability...
The adventurous dreams,
comes from opened windows,
and the reality of language,
comes from doors
that unlock and close...
Our home is an architecture
well planned in the celestials
laboratories... !
Your music never fails to make
the stars go dancing in the dark.
The moon observes them wide awake,
and floods of light stream down the park.
The stars go dancing in the dark
and paint the sky in silver dyes
to sparkle and to mesmerize.
The moon observes them wide awake.
Then lightens up as if amused
to see celestials diffused.
And floods of light stream down the park.
It's time for my heart to rejoice;
it is the music of your voice.