When I lived among you, I too
Used words
Your words.
When I lived among you, I too
Was filled with talk.
The long and short dialogues
Filled
With their little imprecise creatures
Inferior characters,
Manipulable,
Untruthful,
Sometimes out-right deceivers
Now I rely solely on silence
Filled with feeling
Or music filled
With the notes of pictures
“But what is this you write, if not words?”
“It’s a way of reaching you”
Special Words from a Special World
Not uttered from the realm of the present form
Poetic marks, syllables from the soul
God’s messengers from the other side
Sign posts of Mercury
Vestments of angels
Constructed in a more perfect structure
Searching out to you
To pull you in
Into the silent world outside your present heart
And mind closed by sin
Outside of your present reality
Epilogue
Once beyond understanding
Now understood
Without words
In a new sonata form
Transformations
Of opposites
Inversions
Of error
Transmutations into
Silent feeling
Musical song pictures
Containing the structure
Of final LOVE
Within a new sonata form
Rooted in a timeless garden
Of divinity regained
The sunset is golden above the lake
The dreamy surreal scene clouds make
But deep to the east eerie mist forms on that lake
Something mysterious, celestial like a splinter in the eye makes soul ache
For there is something in the sky
That one sees from the corner of the eye
Something among the mist of stars will lie
One dreams “make it my”
It is a spaceship eerie almost divine
That with its power everything seems to outshine
It is like time itself had form and created a line
Line going like a shaft through all existence and soul would define
Beyond it beyond mathematics numbers even and odd
There is a face of very God
The energy rods underlining theory of everything math will applaud
Their simple transmutations open doors of time and its entire promenade
The endless linen blue sky is beautiful to behold
Equally beautiful is falcon as his wings will unfold
The visage of the falcon is less then sixty-five million years old
Yet something special is in the way it is united with sky something profound and bold
Quetzalcoatl in soaring and size has no equal as in sea winds it will thrive
But nothing modern, ancient or futuristic is faster than falcon in a dive
Since we are bound to our own reference point out of things alive
We see it as the master of the sky regardless what form later will arrive
That is why it is the form that underlines with its own majesty
Something that is beyond all transmutations of destiny
The one of our own reference point regardless how amazing later forms might be
It underlines the most mesmerizing concept of being philosophically free
The Colour of Love
Kaleidoscope of spectrums
On the outside... looking in
There’s only one colour—Love—
Bound by prejudice.
Archaic transmutations
Bequeath this cancerous blight
Upon each generation
For mass genocide.
Rose-coloured glasses can not
Tint the mind of the insane…
Only the revelation
Of true love unveils.
deborahburch©
07/24/2012
To you plump puffball,
Squatter of the mushroom fungi.
May your soils be rich
And your spores be many!
Moonstone child of nocturnal reverie
Pride tempts to invite fallacious vanity.
Creamy alabaster skin,
Spongy firm of flesh within.
A saucy lunar face to taunt the sun.
His nomadic gaze leaves no course for fun.
The sun edges off towards autumn skies,
Pragmatically steady; contemplatively wise.
The sun may have kissed her on a whim,
Crazed butterfly flutters; needles to pins.
Translucent skin, her conceit and crown,
Blushes from saffron hue, to Dijon brown.
Physical metamorphosis; transmutations collide,
She becomes a phase converted seasonal bride.
To celebrate this new found core,
She sends up clouds of dust, and sleepy spores.
Carpe Diem.
Warped in perfect symmetry
Ancestral imagery
frayed around the edges
revoke the privileges
of past remembrance.
A tapestry, a cosmic dance
of ideas woven, history acquired
kiln fired
and hand-stitched into the fate
that our lives illuminate
in technicolored illusions
and delusions
of in-consequence,
living in a pretense
of indifference.
Sun awakens
transmutations
of light
and this, is our birthright.
Spirit made into form
flowing through earth
we count our worth
by accumulations
while individual creations
hold no master-peace.
Jason’s fleece
was dearly won,
Argonautic ship of fools
in unison
sang a requiem of placation
to a God that tests the creation
of all sons and daughters
with the fires and waters
of understanding.
Prayer flags
wave in the cosmic winds
as the dance of the seven veils begins
to unravel.
We travel
inner directions
where history spirals galaxies through
merging time and space, me and you
“We all live on a thread of time”
Playing out a pantomime
of the ongoing conversation
that weaves the tapestry of creation.
A Kiss
so much more than lips
meet
those composed writings
of wanting
swirl in hot breath
before they meet
and hesitate
to trample the dew
of love in a kiss
a kiss
Juliet asked "what's in a kiss?"
and every presence longing
hangs on its signature
with a secret language
etches its pronunciations
not in words
but in the soul
its messages imparted
a kiss
transmutations explicit
is a fairy of tongues
and a rogue
of lust
a winged beast
of desire
a god mother
of wishes
a kiss
the parted petal separated
whimpers vocal
in sustenance needed
a survival
of uninterrupted truth
everyone knows
what is revealed and hidden within
a kiss
has its own
kissing language
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