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Cos Lib Jul 2018
My breath is quite intense and raw, I shout, I scream; Alèe!
This was not how it was supposed to go, my Dear Alèe!
Oh God, what dreadful, vile disaster!
My one and Only; Dearest Master!
Lying there with eyes all clear
but pale, these dark membranes
do no more reflect those thoughts
of wisdom once conveyed.

What now, what now, what now?! I scream: what more is now to come?
all of the things we fought for – in a blink of eye is gone!
Oh God, he’s lifeless, Dearest Master!
Our work is silenced – vile disaster!  
All we worked for, all we did
for Earth, for our future worth
this was answers for us all
but now it lies in dirt.

Alèe! Alèe! My Dear Alèe! I shout, I scream, I cry:
How could they break their saviour’s jar! I sob, I weep, I wry.
My Dearest Master! Dearest Soul Friend!
How could this day be our tragic end!
While humans dance for freedom
a broken heart remarks
they’ve only ruined for themselves!
They’ve killed their inner sparks!
Cos Lib Jul 2018
A poem with secrets of hidden messages inside
alligned to give you ancient age-old truths
written to be our reference, sacred guide
splendid packs with blueprints, witnessed proofs
alienated thought patterns, so hard to comprehend
ideas that blow your mind and how to think
did you expect that metals can change and defend
of connected telepathy in pilot-machine link?
Of course, how could you know the false from facts?
in school one never learned important news
try to mention mystic, ancient artifacts
that’s been held in shadow from the public views
nobody knows for they have never seen
the tons of things hidden in plain sight
the codes of zephyr: placed décor on scene
someday, some zombie finds the truth, it might
be then we know if test will hit the Earth
the rain of truth much needed at its core!
the time will come, ached truth is in new birth,
and we will find blue portal’s just a door
for us to enter; sacred adepts knew our names
it’s been our fate since we ever were conceived
to reach the stars, receive many rightful claims
in kindness we shall let our belongings be revealed
pro take it back, and grow as we rebirth rejoined
accessing our inner worlds dialed into invigorating starts
there are lots of things humans can reveal as purloined
let’s tap into our inner worlds: see! Follow path of heart!
we have all the answers needed creating our truth today
courage is inside of us, we only need letting it flow in light!
let your fears fly and glow in stars, clear your voice and say:
“I will let the world evolve, will let my! soul lead in fight!”
An acrostic poem. Can you read the Secret Message?
Cos Lib Jul 2018
While secret angels watch my steps
I walk inside a maze at night
I've heard about an ancient myth
excitement grows, so I turn right

I find small cracks in glossy walls
the maze it lights all by itself
how could this be? Inside this cleft?
I walk and wonder, then turn left.

No, right it was, or how was this?
I get confused by all this “same”,
all cracked up walls, although in light
I start to feel the loss of bliss.

How could I think that this was smart!
Or wait a minute - never did,
just heard this myth and wanted more,
it speaked all clear and bright to heart.

And now, the longest passageway,
in endless steps I walk again
and maybe now I wished I stayed
in velvet bed, escaped from rain.

But here I am, oh well I might
as well begin to find the trail
I dreamt of clouds and ancient arts
and in this room: I found The Grail.

But now I heard this strangest noise
a growl or something from within
it was like screams from forest depths
and I'm quite sure it's not my kin.

I want to turn, to go back home,
but all behind me stops to glow
It's like I need to see and choose
what's done is done, and now I know.

So choice is made, I have to walk
towards this creature in the night
although the screams get to my bones,
I walk with safe and loving light.

Oh my, these walls! But finally!
I get to see an end in sight,
and now, this ends quite frightfully
my meeting with the darkest night.

And there it is, this beast of old
it searches in the open air
a beast like this with feet of mold
with *****, smelly, **** hair.

It senses me, yes this I see,
but now it's quiet as myself
it's like it asks me of my plea
it hurts and cries - like inner self.

At end I dare to get it close,
it's blind, it doesn't see me there,
but oh, it senses and it knows
and in its eye I see a tear.

I touch its head, and then I feel,
this growling deep inside of me
a sorrow lost, I need to kneel
I need to set this feeling free.

And now the beast, it starts to glow,
its eyes can see the sights again,
and I feel inner peace and flow
and heavy, healing, pouring rain.

The secret angels reappear
and give me smiles of warmth and love
they free the beast from chain and snare
and then return back to above.

At last I stand, alone in maze
I thought was meant for Holy Grail
but all was test of inner praise
of mind and body, although frail.
Cos Lib Feb 2017
Let us dance:

Your black hole-shoes in my direction,
one step
your hand of fire wants to give affection
two step
I whirl around, gently, steady
shoes with stars all sparkled and ready
three step step

stop. bow/curtsy.

My hair shines and lights like a sun with curls
my dress is white with thousands of sea pearls
four step step
Your suit of death smells like cold, black bones
and when you swing, your hips are like gravestones
stop. step.

Macabre. Glare. The way your eyeballs stare.
I didn't even know how I could dare
to dance floor with Mr. Perished share.

The Allegorical Dance of Death
a dance scare.

Now my hands begin to sweat. I feel regret.

Re-gret gret, Re-gret gret, Re-gret.

— The End —