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Arturo Nov 2024
When you feel the deeper calling,
Something yearning to be expressed.
A definite thing
Felt,
Yet unseen.
Elusive,
Stirring sleep, bringing unrest.

You’ve become shrouded
in years, my friend,
decades even,
of wonder and mastery.
Your noble craft, the role you play,
Has reached its brilliant totality.

Yet beneath the fading light
A gift for others’ lives.
A new reason for being and
Perhaps, It speaks,
my friend,
From nothing
beginning to Rise.

It leaves the body of knowledge-
Your blood, sweat, and tears.
Obsolete,
like gas station receipts
That wallpaper the rooms
Of victory over the years.

What you’ve achieved in life,
Grand and monumental
No Doubt!
Has become, as it should-
Just a shell.
Protecting Divinity within, what was,
and the fragile human without.

So sit, my brother,
With the pain and grief
Of longing.
And hear its funeral song.
For beneath the Melody,
Sweet sorrow brings with it
The birth of how you belong.
Matthew Bright Nov 2024
At night we  love
the same cold stars ,
cross mind of God
His dream visage .

Though yet to tread
the sacred path ,
the future waits
the hand of Mars .

While every day
is a whole universe ,
Promise and the Owl ,
life , death and rebirth .

The Emperor readies
his justice at hand ,
Reindeer and Lizard
and spirits command .
Matthew Bright Nov 2024
Enshrined vessel corporeal ,
the numberless strands
of infinite time ,
kaleidoscope persona of
Nature , Temperance and Psyche .

With serene countenance ,
in sweet golden light ,
the codes of the Goddess ,
Queen of Cups
and Queen of Swords .

With transforming Geometry
of Justice and
Compassion ,
the unseen ancient force
of her terrible power ,
far beyond base contemplation ,

Rains down the verdict
on dishonour and strife ,
elevating the
transcended ,
while relegating all else
to Beelzebub , earthbound
and gehenna .
Matthew Bright Oct 2024
On Falcon's holy mountain ,
Thoth sunset burning compass .
The wind is full of secrets
and ancestors fly through the sky .

Not the place for vagrant thought
or dangerous contemplation ,
the valley mists with
holograms ,
while archetypes with hieroglyph converse .

Nothing is evermore or known
but a gentle shower of light
and the beauty of all numbers
as Time unveils the Night .
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 is forgotten
will be remembered .
What is eternal
will be found .

Flying through the aether
he felt himself
partially dissolve
into a
more fluid anatomical
structure .

Fibrous and
gelatinous ,
twisting arms of infinite
timelines ,
caress and soothe ,
delighting in the afterglow
of supernova .

When will chariots
bearing the children of
Prometheus
tear down Mahogany and
Doom ,
then sing madrigals over
their graves .

While across dimensions
and the stilling of entropy ,
pure thought streams
everlasting ,
rides majestic on crimson
waves of time .

He gazed at the sacred
bright crystals of Tomorrow .
Everything was
something else
and more than that besides .
Matthew Bright Oct 2024
Another time , another place ,
where fate , with our
unspoken dreams ,
in smoky dim lit bar
relates .

The chanteuse sings a lonely song
of love and memory ,
as one by one ,
a pearly raindrop tear
stains the window of the night .

For the ground you are on
is already harvest ground .

Your thornwood spear for
battle .

Pro Aeterna Veritate

And what each one seeks
he will surely find .
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 .
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