I have come,
To provide a heaven;
Rather than giving
Such a metallic seed,
And make believe,
There would be a tree;
I have seen you,
Singing in the temple,
Whereas no one enters,
Unless their mask would be stripped off;
A purple orchid and an orange torch,
Can easily spare some Beauty,
Among Gentiles,
If they're willing to survive one night,
By giving up their crimes;
In which I smell incense no more,
For the air is full of lame coins;
Nevertheless,
I do believe,
There is a light,
At the end of the corridor,
In which,
Your eyes and mine shall create,
A Tower,
Whereas the Blind can find,
An ambrosial Sign.
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 4:18 PM UTC
On the seashore,
I see how,
An auspicious eggshell
Opens itself,
And manifests
Its multicolor pamphlets,
Along the smiling Naiad who
Holds a silver scepter;
A flying kiss emerges,
From her mouth,
And hands me,
A purple scroll,
Containing the story,
Of our most sacred Joy;
Like a Conqueror who's got,
A Cross imprinted on his forehead;
The wind & the sun
Welcome my steps,
Before the blue waves,
And the sand awakes some statues,
To show me her new saints.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 10:20 AM UTC
My blood has been restored,
To its numinous swaying;
In my bedroom,
I hear a nymph's whisper,
Succumbing,
Before my thinness,
And there isn't any stone,
Getting into my shoe,
To make me walk lamely,
Towards an abandoned house;
A mouth tastes a hieroglyphic elixir,
In which the Pontifex writes his prophecy,
To pink kores,
And the Moon bathes herself,
In such a blue oil;
The body has been made,
To express a God's delights,
In which my ears draw,
A violet warmth,
To reflect my anima's words;
How much longer will we still crash our faces,
Into a drying lake? .-
For denying our inner song is,
Like scratching off a golden coin.
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 3:53 AM UTC
In the temple's corridor,
I see how a red light flashes,
And covers all over;
Its luminosity distillates a fragrance,
Resembling
A marble god's advent,
And the shadow projected on the floor
Shows
His fulfilled prophecy,
Which is written on air and warmth;
Like a flesh-and-blood spirit that walks
On silver crowns and purple orchids;
My hand is able to grasp a sword of His,
And slash the ether,
To make the sun scream.
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 2:31 PM UTC
I have foreseen my Oracle,
In which The Lover displays,
Such a boisterous spear,
And The Priestess rests
On her altar,
To attract new lightings;
Water & air are,
Such a hand,
That grabs a chalice,
To put it
On the right Ark,
And my flesh is,
Like a dancer who
Summons the intermezzo,
Between Dark & Light;
No more nails are spread,
Across the land,
For The Hunter still waits,
To cut off his prey's head;
No more words are lost,
In the twilight,
For the rain does not cry,
To see how plants die;
The Sky is about to pronounce,
His last syllables,
To let us all know,
How a true Balance works.
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 9:52 AM UTC
Let's lay on the Altar,
To submerge our breaths,
In the mist,
Of our atmosphere!
Let's praise Glory,
For delivering herself,
Onto a melting body!
The rise of Life
Dances
On a singing soul,
To show others that,
Even a broken rose
Can be fixed
By a swinging tongue;
Let's awake the Alchemy within!
Whereas a storm and a thunder join each other,
To create a green field;
Evolution resides on,
Make Trinity contemplate,
The arousal of swaying!
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 2:52 PM UTC
On the stairs,
Of the Altar,
I only see one Hope,
Rising up,
To an unmoving Wheel;
Behold,
Statues smile,
At the unfaithful Clown,
For his grinning is not enough,
To shake the dust off his nose;
Behold,
Six candles illuminate
The Devotion,
Everyone wishes,
To get,
And Silence pronounces a yellow whisper,
To open up devotees' eyes,
And to make them look after
Their strongest science;
Meanwhile,
I'm still sit right here,
And enjoying the company,
Of a purple breeze.
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 10:34 AM UTC
Have I nailed,
The Heart of Lust,
In which your eyes glow,
Like a gem
On a rock?
Have I crucified,
My reckless flesh,
In order to attain your smile,
And to make your fame,
Dance on square?
Neither the wind,
Nor the sand
Are able to harsh,
Such a big chance,
In which Fortune sings her Canto,
To awake future Saints;
However,
Let's pretend you know not me;
Let's assume you want profits only;
Let's believe you just need a fire within;
For Desire opens up her Mysteries,
To the Ones who are about to shine.
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 12:21 PM UTC
Now,
My wish is
To become the Wind,
For
On this flesh of mine,
A shadow dancer arises,
To be such a purge
For my eyes;
I only feel Thirst
For the Purest and the Naked,
For my body doesn't
Reclaim
The wisdom,
Of any new religion;
A Maid aspires to be a Kore;
A Kore aspires to be a Mother;
A Mother aspires to be the World;
Even the slightest tardiness
Demands
To be aware of by,
As well as a single coin
Craves
To be deep-felt within;
There isn't any materialistic meaning,
Except the one that,
Everyone puts on,
For the Circle turns around,
To let the sun arise,
To make any Conscience waking up.
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 1:29 AM UTC
Let my body swim,
Across the white lake,
Whereas the waters smile,
And the fish spoil themselves!
Let my soul be unveiled,
By the Earth's dance,
And the trees' mess!
For a nymph cannot be seduced,
By a poet's unworthiness,
So no song will be performed,
Until the sky becomes red,
And the air knocks out my shame!
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC