61/M/Earth We are the estranged orphans of our nations and tribes, and we now bear the weight not of survival of the group but of personal identity. 29 followers / 8.1k words
Bored, uninformed Like an outdated explosion Tense, musty, forced silence Going down the long slide - voices without faces Large scale versus, seemingly at random So permanent, blank and true We avoid them as unlucky places Where promises are kept...
The grey dawn Paved the meadows with gentle odours.. These visionary flowers Murmuring, collecting tears. This cradle to a memory Calm and mild Like friends - Once parted
The sacred calm, that vale of life Whispering from the slums of Paradise I was a dog on these streets Some pensive Spirit from dunes of coal Beyond the forest of the night Praying to the carcass of a tightened drum Once true and kind, that solving emptiness Unreachable - changed from love to lie Our Moon - sinking in their Holy Christian tongue virtue Praised with sour humble hands, gestures and psalms From the fields of a loveless land..
Drives - The gravity of the world... The flowers to fade..
Sweet passion's lie..
To cancel all our vows From life to death - Beyond this mercenary drudge The rewards of sin The metaphysics of magic These omnipotent studious Artisans Emperors and Kings Stretched the minds of man To deceive ourselves... In a world of profit and delight A strange philosophy Harsh, contemptible and vile An Altar and a Church The regents of a perpetual night Vain fancies and despair Our revolving door of time..
Sacred was this space Sacred were the sweet strains The noble pipes Like those champions of chivalry I slipped into sleep Plunged into the deep waters Your jaws around my waist A brain so wild Our serpent *** betrayed Love pierced its eyes So much evil survives....