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Matthew Bright Oct 2024
Forty-seven , silver moon eclipse ,
Fifty , tin , Jupiter announced
and seventy-nine golden dragons
of Beauty , Sound and Light .

The Logos dreams , and at
the farthest reaches of the universe ,
faint echoes of the first thought
shimmer and dance across the galaxies .

While in hallowed deep seclusion ,
the Magician divines his way ,
Valley of the Shadow of Self ,
transform base metal into
gold .
Matthew Bright Oct 2024
What sweet memories
of not forgotten ,
lost in an overgrown
garden of time .

Drifting down avenues
where displaced lovers
meet Hibiscus and Passion
Flower ,
who show them the way .

Where long marble hallways
have thousands of rooms ,
and in each scented room
a cherub guards a dream .

Because all dreams are real
and can live without us ,
though sometimes when
dreaming
a truth is revealed .
Matthew Bright Oct 2024
The ****** Mary held a
bowl ,
blue radiant tongues of fire .
The light in the dark ,
the mother of all worlds ,
the ******* of all liars .

See now the Holy Infant's pain ,
stigmata's lovely flower .
The spiral staircase
where childhood was slain ,
the monster that dwells in the tower .

Small faces scream for justice ,
now enshrined in truth .
The light in the dark
will be merciless compleat ,
and far exceeding eye or tooth .
Matthew Bright Oct 2024
We have no vision of end
or defeat .
No flaw for arrow  to seek
in armour made from
radiance of a thousand stars .

Defiant and mercurial ,
when even bloodied and in strife .
Sweet shifting of the Blessed Worm
in the cold , cold ground .

So , the Imperfect Vessel ,
having stumbled , moves on ,
with all his piety and wit ,
unable to cancel out
a single memory of it .

Imploring to Heaven
for Her pure guiding light ,
while rounding to face the storm ,
now the enemy is in sight .
the third stanza references a verse from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khyayyam ... the first poetry book I ever read ... and possibly the first book I ever saw .
Matthew Bright Oct 2024
He rose early , before dawn .
Sleep shutters to a stop ,
frame by frame
white flaming ,
burning through the algebra of living celluloid .

Dreamwalk through columned portico ,
entwined of hibiscus and passion flower ,
the meadow beyond
pulsating in glowing golden light ,
beckoned him to look for signs .

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Every now and every then ,
waves of information ,
pouring from divers celestial spheres ,
swept across the gardened landscape ,
causing timelines to excite
and visions to dance before
him .

One day he would leave the meadow ,
though only partially explored ,
and return to the Everything
and all the other things ,
not remembered or revealed ,
having been shown
the Light and the Dark ,
and blending courage with tears .
Matthew Bright Oct 2024
Coursing through his veins
like rivers through
abandoned ancient cities ,
the energy of Frequency and Vibration .

How stars distribute light and time
throughout the cosmos ,
a pulsating neural
network ,
of dreams , memories and
ghosts .

From now until the end of
time and before ,
then in swift current
surrender ,
Tower , Ten of Swords and
revelation of the Dream
Portal ,
Jehovah , the Magician and
Death .
Matthew Bright Oct 2024
Ace of Pentacles ,
the macro and the micro .
Remember all the things
you have ever learned ,
then step onto the boat
with Skadi and her six swords .

The prophets all
are ascending to the sky .
Hope springs eternal in
children and the mad
and when frequency and vibration
become energy and light .

This island Earth
the turning of the years  ,
where the path always forward
is absolute devotion ,
while unseen on the Other Side  
a terrible storm approaches .
Matthew Bright Oct 2024
Anubis ,
surrounded by butterflies
given to him by the Springtime Goddess
and walking through the abyss ,
journeying to a place of Light and Dark .

Feeling is the secret and
the word is your wand .
Jesus wept when Mary told him of her brother ,
" Did I not tell you of the glory of my father ? "

Golden and red
is the maiden sunset .
Only when the ram's horn sounds
may we go up into the temple .
Purification of the
alchemist's fire .

There , black onyx    
surrounds the Holy Mountain
and only those who sanctify themselves
in worship of Jehovah ,
will prevent the Holy Goddess
from breaking out against
them .
Matthew Bright Oct 2024
The Queen of Wands
and a black cat at sunrise .
Four cups in the air ,
a giant hand in the sky .

Hathor , Isis and
how the Holy Spirit
as the Winged Goddess
sends a ****** of crows .

For all vengeance dwells
with the creator of
numbers .
Spirit drifts on the wind ,
hallowed by His name .

While at their
filthy ritual of earthbound violence ,
four holes in the ground
and nightmare fills their void .

Turn away , turn away ,
do not watch His work ,
Jehovah is my god ,
Jesus Michael and His sword .
Matthew Bright Oct 2024
He is the Singing God ,
the Singularity of Numbers .
His fortress is my stronghold
and His beautiful visage
is the Horn and Shield
that makes my enemies to shake
and tremble in fear .

He drives them to the sea
and casts them down in silence ,
bound with silken cords of regret ,
then tormented by cherubs and
seraphim and glowing
purple orbs ,
while for me a great banquet is laid out .

In forgotten pyramids on
the Mountains of the Moon ,
they heard the Earth tremble
as He brought forth fire from His mouth
and consumed the Unclean
in a deluge of despair .

The valleys of their deceit lay exposed
and the temple of their lies
became a sodden field
devoid of all human warmth .
Putrid wasteland of misery ,
a mansion blown over with
flies .

As for Jehovah my God ,
he is flawless and perfect .
He is Alpha and Omega .
He raises me to the highest of mountains
and guides my hunter's Moon
on the path of His
righteousness .

Only oblivion awaits the profane
who put darkness for transcendence
and hope for base untruth
and lies that issue forth
from that archangel of sadness
bound in chains at the bottom of the pit .

The wrath of Jehovah
or the beauty of righteous violence .
Seven star sisters were saved .
Delivered , they pronounced holy judgement and
down into a valley walled of black sheer towering onyx
those afflicted souls were cast .

The Keeper of the Mysteries ,
the Black Madonna and the
first crowned queen of Egypt ,
now tred the temple path in paradise ,
where lion lies down with the Lamb
and all expression is as the mind of my god .
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