Seven Cosmic Poems
January 13th, 20081)Semyaz Meets Azaz’el in the Pit
And there his sarcophagus drifts
Beneath the towering abyss cliffs
Stretching out of the dark deep
(With all its weight, sealing his fate),
No light, no day, only binding chains.
Lost, forgotten in the sands density.
Where no travelers have yet been
No roads or skies to befriend
Faceless skeletons, silent voices
They all embrace in this veil of dark
Embrace, by looks: face-to-face
Hungry, to fill the emptiness of space.
[As Semyaz meets Azaz’el]
2)Human Origins
The Human Origins: possibly a mixture of ancient genetic mutations
And a face-lift from Homo habilis to Homo creatures we are today. But who did the uplifting?
3)The Valley of the Arrows
[From: ‘The Cadaverous Beasts of SSARG…’]
The Twilight
Over the planet of jade
Turns from light emerald
To a deepand deeper green;
The campfire flickers
A pale blue glow:
Covers the foliage
In the Valley
With grave wide eyes
Turns everything a dark
Yellow-blue:
In the quiet
Valley of the Arrows…!
#1229 4/29/06 [#1]
4) Sweet Shadows
[From: ‘The Cadaverous Beasts of SSARG…’]
She hears echoes in the shadows
“Come follow, come follow me
Leave Kings to Kings
And Queens to Queens
That will bring
Sorrow and laughter
Tomorrow.”
The wild shadow bears a hum
,
Sunlight passes, but it’s trembling
Veils of gray stirred;
As they softly, shyly undo
The dark,
One hears:, “…I am here!”
#1330 4/29/06 [#2]
5) Moiromma’s Dawn
[Arctic planet on the rim, between
two solar systems, ours being one]
Forlorn, the empires of this planet
Forgotten, is its sun, under its innumerable clouds
Arctic nights, sink below its morning star
And never an soul, shall ever know
The yearning of Moiromma’s people…!
#1372 6/9/06 [Written in Lima, Peru]
6) The Black Galaxy
midnight mystery! That links the soul with sight
Like winds upon a mountain’s side
Glares your deepest sapphire eyes;
Here is Pandora’s pyre,
Where chariots fly through nebulas.
midnight mystery! Here is the Black Galaxy?
Written at EP Café, Miraflores, and Lima, Peru; 6/7/06; redone, 6/9/06: #1370
7) Granitic Dreams
Beauty becomes
Because life is short;
Tenderness, because it’s hard;
But fragile wings, we all have
With heavy vulture hearts…
Love is brief at best
Grief, long and pale,
But underneath the haunted hills:
Under Granitic dreams and silence
Are magnificent twilights…!
#1372 6/9/06
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