#sacrosanct
~The words of Leonard COHEN~
“Poetry comes from a place that no one commands
and no one conquers.”
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there are so so many reasons for
gratitude;
~
for gratitude in these cluttered lives
and times when living is
most confusing,
and sorting right from wrong
somehow changes daily,
and even the most moral of absolutes,
seem so easy twisted and upended
by scoundrels and miscreants
~
enumeration is pointless
for there is no limit to the
words required to redeem
all of gratitude’s aspected beauty
~
but I am grateful
for the sparkling sparking
that ignites my chest
when my eyes imbibe
a truth expressed
in loveliness and its qualities of
empowering,
so undressed yet, so emperor elegant in
its succinct, espirited~essentiality,
it is
sancrosant
~
instant recognition
of the pressing, pressuring need
to grab hold of its entirety,
embrace it with caresses,
to embellish it with tributaries
of tribute,
to grasp its intuitive lyrical
absoluteness
to bring it to your lips
for sounding out loud,
to ensure the surety
of the atmosphere
knowing, telling it is:
beloved
You, Poet,
understood exactly what Cohen’s words meant,
intuitive, no explication, analysis necessitated,
asking you
to just love words that you command temporarily,
however brief,
for you own them but for instant,
and once unencrypted,
they belong
to the unconquerable wild world of
everyone
~!~
this poem came and went in a a few minute moments of unblemished
deep breathing
3:00pm
Thursday April 30
2026
New York City
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*Sacrosanct,
an adjective describing a rule, tradition, person, considered too important, sacred, valuable to be changed, questioned, violated…implies an ultimate inviolability, stemming from a deep, personal respect
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 2:43 PM UTC
*Dreams
Are euphony
Of thought,
Of heart,
Of body,
Of the splendid,
Of the soul,
(Unbinding our once
Spectral Fates
That spiraled down
The Keys of Life
Tainted by
The Greatest of Dissonance)
My Redolent Reverie,
Sweetened by
Mellifluous Nectar Tides
Of cherished moments
Steeped for eons
In our
Carnal yearnings
Are made anew
By the Cosmogonist’s Hands
Of Eternity
(O, for I
Doth doven the skies,
That the Incendiary Wings
Of the Auburn Pheonix
Imbue me
With the Souls Acquisition
Of Golden Pinions
Of the Thew of Vitality).
Captive visions,
Slumber in
My Azure Dreamer’s Chest
Engraved with
The Insignia of Archaic Fates
Upon it’s
Starry Epidermis
Till skies fall
To the Terrene
And
The Luminaries
Shall rest
Betwixt
The palms of my hands
(O, for then
This Juggernaut of a Man
That I am
Shall Effloresce
Ceasing to be
That Loveless Sentinel,
The Guardian over
The Bastion Heart
He fathoms
Impregnable)
.Ensorcelled Butterflies
Radiate
Lovelit Lavender Light
Upon that
Astral Parcel,
Lulling my weary eyes
By the
Sovereignty of Monarchial Wings
Vanquishing the doubts
Once blurring
My Kaleidoscopic Dreams
(Life’s Iridescent Seal
Branded upon
My forehead
And etherealizing
My exhalations
Till crystalline)
My sullied heart
Pulses shadowed winds
(The Sweeping Gales of Solemnity)
Without the
Blissful Kiss of Cadence
Resonating an
Ebony surge
Deeper,
Than first octave tonality
Of abyssal timbre.
I beseech you,
Unfurl those forested eyes
My Desiderata Materialista,
That I may
Drinketh of your
Emerald Streams,
Ineffably Pristine.
(For then
I shall be
Spirited away
To Eden,
My existence
Shall become
Nirvanic Transcendence)
To pine is a pang,
To envisage
Is to breath.
Perhaps that
Is the only solace
My feeble soul
Can bear,
Without you.
By your alabaster skin
Vein my eyes
With luminescence.
With your tender caress
Saunter my
Voracious skin.
Weave my Chrysalis,
By your
Susurrant voice.
Cocoon me
In your
Flawless serenade,
That I metamorphose
Bearing the
Sacrosanct Wings of Phantasmagoria
And
The Melisma of Your Piety.
Pearlescent blood
Floweth within me,
Like baptismal rain,
As I muse
When you alight
Once more
In my Cosmos.
I am yours,
Floral Fallal.
~Our fears are the burdens
Of the Vestige of the Past,
A hollow cry
That fights to exist
In a zeitgeist
That flowers
Quicker than
Our hearts know how to beat.
Unfurl your Gates
To the Arbiter of Fates,
Unearth the Hallowed Crystals
Of your Garnetiferous Passion
That takes shape
Because you…
O, Stalwart Knight,
You were cosmic
Like myriad raindrops,
Mystic echoes
Emancipating your spirit
From the trepidation
Of the mortal kind.
Evolve,
Evanesce,
For to be Ephemeral
Means to conquer
That Magisterial Oblivion.
Se’lah.~*
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC