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David John Mowers Jun 2016
Kosmos Logia Tornos
David John Mowers
Jun 2016
Before Eve turned into...
‘Evil’
...or evil tempted Eve.
She and Adam,
innocent,
played amongst its leaves?
A sage could say they were the same,
parts of some degree,
Say so as they will about the double-tree?
For life and knowledge go
'hand-in-hand,'
..which wife and husband weave.
‘Evil’
...or evil tempted Eve.
She and Adam,
innocent,
played amongst its leaves?
A sage could say they were the same,
parts of some degree,
Say so as they will about the double-tree?
For life and knowledge go
'hand-in-hand,'
..which wife and husband weave.
Traditional rhyme.
All myth is based on observable celestial phenomena. As language has progressed and mankind has become more complex they take on a more modern character from each successive cultural interpretation. The original man was earth and the sun/sky was his consort.
Husband provides life, Wife provides knowledge.
All myth is based on observable celestial phenomena. As language has progressed and mankind has become more complex they take on a more modern character from each successive cultural interpretation. The original man was earth and the sun/sky was his consort.
Husband provides life, Wife provides knowledge.
Filmore Townsend Apr 2013
the Kosmos Beautiful.
Filmore Townsend
Apr 2013
headaches from a lack of
rested eyes, but at least
the chill jams be rollin'. and
goin' close to thirty-six this
round. closer to insanity
than my own long dark,
long gone, long vicious
stares lost to souls woes.
what feels like death-throws
pressed from the mind of
the Great Lord. and i
am always present with thee.
to go a bit ancient, to
feel a body left out too long --
words echo through distance
of Nous the Supreme,
of we the everywhere. echo
from place without
physical existence and the
plethora of priests
willingly waiting to corral
lost souls, the endless
bound and fettered. con-
flating all deitys' names
and the cults following.
waiting to cull from pens
where labels hang. priests
force head hung low, hair
cleared of nape. ready to
free us for a Pope's feast.
to bring in force a
Vision Limitless, all Light
changing aspect to dark-
ness. Logos descending on
Nature. nay; that shall
be known with the pruning
of reaction and of vindication.
and of Nature's being?
she received the Word,
pronounced herself
the Kosmos Beautiful.
rested eyes, but at least
the chill jams be rollin'. and
goin' close to thirty-six this
round. closer to insanity
than my own long dark,
long gone, long vicious
stares lost to souls woes.
what feels like death-throws
pressed from the mind of
the Great Lord. and i
am always present with thee.
to go a bit ancient, to
feel a body left out too long --
words echo through distance
of Nous the Supreme,
of we the everywhere. echo
from place without
physical existence and the
plethora of priests
willingly waiting to corral
lost souls, the endless
bound and fettered. con-
flating all deitys' names
and the cults following.
waiting to cull from pens
where labels hang. priests
force head hung low, hair
cleared of nape. ready to
free us for a Pope's feast.
to bring in force a
Vision Limitless, all Light
changing aspect to dark-
ness. Logos descending on
Nature. nay; that shall
be known with the pruning
of reaction and of vindication.
and of Nature's being?
she received the Word,
pronounced herself
the Kosmos Beautiful.
Fahali Machi Mar 2012
Revolusi dalam Kandungan
Fahali Machi
Mar 2012
seluruh hidup, kau akan berdengung menyanyikan lagu selamat tidur ke telinga ini,
dan di tempat tidur mati ini akan menjadi semua saksi..
suatu hari ku kan memuat sebuah memoar di dalam genggaman tanganmu..diiringi sebuah melodi terputus-putus dan bergetar..
mereka menemukan cinta dan ketenangan seperti mereka belum pernah mengenalnya..seperti sebuah daging yang diangkat dari sinar matahari
mereka menemukan cinta dan ketenangan seperti mereka belum pernah mengenalnya..dan tulisan berakhir tanpa sebuah resolusi..sebuah revolusi
sebuah kesudahan perlahan, meleleh, melebur melalui ruang dan waktu ke dalam diri lagi..kebutuhan sebuah realita akan menjadi hampa..
mereka berteriak kepada kehampaan “oh wahai kosmos, oh cahaya suci!”..
ia akhirnya belajar dari sebuah bayangan tidak hanya pada kegelapan
dan kepada mereka yang tidak percaya pada sebuah proses, kelak akan menjadi akar yang busuk di dalam sebuah kandungan.
dan di tempat tidur mati ini akan menjadi semua saksi..
suatu hari ku kan memuat sebuah memoar di dalam genggaman tanganmu..diiringi sebuah melodi terputus-putus dan bergetar..
mereka menemukan cinta dan ketenangan seperti mereka belum pernah mengenalnya..seperti sebuah daging yang diangkat dari sinar matahari
mereka menemukan cinta dan ketenangan seperti mereka belum pernah mengenalnya..dan tulisan berakhir tanpa sebuah resolusi..sebuah revolusi
sebuah kesudahan perlahan, meleleh, melebur melalui ruang dan waktu ke dalam diri lagi..kebutuhan sebuah realita akan menjadi hampa..
mereka berteriak kepada kehampaan “oh wahai kosmos, oh cahaya suci!”..
ia akhirnya belajar dari sebuah bayangan tidak hanya pada kegelapan
dan kepada mereka yang tidak percaya pada sebuah proses, kelak akan menjadi akar yang busuk di dalam sebuah kandungan.