"celestials" poems
Magick 13
My rhymes periglacial slash through foes ****** leavin' corrupted maxillofacial stay laced with the coco
Til my nose blow out nothing but deadly keys makin' monopolies at ease see my desert ease
Could make the devil freeze with the beautiful ephipanies laid though my flow cinematography ain't no fictions here G
My pedigrees been deadly since the age of three
First sips of Hennessy pictured a glare of my enemies stories of me biblically
Born a David killin' Goliath's society defiant
Knock down the orders in the cornered borders
Of the Jesuit I'm the black Pope
Elope to the celestials gods that rope
My mind hanging on to the highs of the ****
Better yet the marijuana sneaky as an anaconda
Once I tighten cells begin biting
Fighting tryna stay alive like Bee Gees
Fiendin' for my lost dynasties kin to Nefertiti since I ****** on *******
As a baby I got a taste of the universe thoughts deeper than a hearse words hurts exciting flirts beating all perks through my vengeful works
My alias an archangel leave the game triangled Titan mentality dribble like Cousy so you might loose me?
Sick with the tracks axe minds like Moses to the red sea knockin' down Rome legacy
Back on top like the greatest plot dimensions traveler like Bishop
Capitalizin' land plots I be the Black Wieshaupt
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 9:03 AM UTC
We sate among the stalls at Bethlehem;
The dumb kine from their fodder turning them,
Softened their horn’d faces,
To almost human gazes
Toward the newly Born:
The simple shepherds from the star-lit brooks
Brought visionary looks,
As yet in their astonished hearing rung
The strange sweet angel-tongue:
The magi of the East, in sandals worn,
Knelt reverent, sweeping round,
With long pale beards, their gifts upon the ground,
The incense, myrrh, and gold
These baby hands were impotent to hold:
So let all earthlies and celestials wait
Upon thy royal state.
Sleep, sleep, my kingly One!
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Let us
teach the stars how to dance
guide the constellations into a lemniscate
bend their chaotic lines
trace different paths for them.
Let me
decorate the ballroom with shadows
drape the night against the walls
scatter moonlight across the floor
feed our guests cosmic dust
And you will
buy me a dress of starlight
wear a suit of midnight
touch me the way you would a moonstone
take me to the celestials.
Let us
dance the night away.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 6:27 AM UTC
Take me to a place,
Where promises meet the efforts,
Where sorrow meets the words.
Where complaint meets the conscience.
Where adulthood meets the innocence.
Where sufferings rhyme,
Where, even the the broken soul doesn't whine.
Where celestials I find solace in,
Where stellar healing is the ointment to each suffering.
Where tears stream yet soul doesn't haze,
Where in an open field of optimism my soul does graze.
Where happiness needs no reasons,
Where her loving tippet warms you in all the seasons.
Where the best thing I could befriend is my solitude,
Where the song of merry has no interlude.
Where every expression and word indubitably seem real,
That's the heaven or hell where the soul longs to indwell.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 5:25 AM UTC
Love was made on a level that only the stars above could discern.
My lips ensnaring yours, softly, but, aggressively
as the sweetness of lustful saliva lubricates
embracing you with my arms
I wish to fuse you and I together forever!
The natural expression of divine love that defines
the steamy procession that pursues the rawest display of our reciprocating affections
that moment of rewarding bliss as I enter you.
You, receiving me eagerly with your legs clutching me firmly.
One, we have become under the creator of all.
Early morning sunshine peeks through the window just to greet you,
but, only I can feel you close to me.
The angels have succumb to their envy of me
the celestials I must now fight
oh how they wish to be near you
I cannot lose you.
I love you.
There were those moments that I scoured space and time in search of you.
Breaking the mad tyrant’s gauntlet to confiscate the stones and crawling back to you on my shattered knees to rest at your feet,0
I will give everything that is good to you!
Yes, you!
Only you!
The sun incinerated my hands when I repositioned them to extend our particular solstice.
My reward was a prolonged winter
perpetual so that I could always cuddle with you.
You are God’s beautiful prose
the Creator’s presence is only visible through the essence of you.
You.
Jan 2, 2025
Jan 2, 2025 at 10:21 PM UTC
Why after all this one and not the rest?
Why this specific self, not in a nest,
but a house? Sewn up not in scales, but skin?
Not topped off by a leaf, but by a face?
Why on earth now, on Tuesday of all days,
and why on earth, pinned down by this star's pin?
In spite of years of my not being here?
In spite of seas of all these dates and fates,
these cells, celestials, and coelenterates?
What is it really that made me appear
neither an inch nor half a globe too far,
neither a minute nor aeons too early?
What made me fill myself with me so squarely?
Why am I staring now into the dark
and muttering this unending monologue
just like the growling thing we call a dog?
Wisława Szymborska (translated from Polish by Stanisław Barańczak)
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 8:13 AM UTC
#
Arms outstretched ,
her awakening spirit--
Stardust-clad,
within the celestials..
These pirouettes, bourne
on nothing but air--
((free air..))
She is beginning;;
and as she does
her spirit stretches back
to a time before creation;
..as she Unfolds
as she maintains
underneath this blanket of Love
she now feels.
And like a hen
that gathers her chicks;
her newfound wings
pull all the pieces of her own heart
back to her self..
Back to her-self
*(( back to herself. ))*#
Feb 25, 2023
Feb 25, 2023 at 9:22 PM UTC
Open eyes
With sun's rise
Rouge roused room
Four by six box
Satin lined
Episcopal ritual,
Bury the dead
Mother, Father
Don Apache garb
Hymnal hummed
Candle lit
How could nature see this fit
Suspended
From casket
Rise
And rise
And rise
Above autumn leaves
Struck with vigor
And love unobtained
Taunting with every flick of the wrist
Breeze blows through hair
I rise
And rise
And rise
Far above atmospheric scene
Aesthetics please
Sculpted by hands pure and clean
Mountains and sea
Gifted unto me
Love unrestrained
Rise
And rise
And rise
Celestials gleam
Forever in a day
A glimpse I've obtained
Descend
And descend
And descend
To gift bestowed
To forest spring
Nestled in
Mother's green
Descend
To casket
Forever in sleep
Forever in dreams
Open eyes
Rise
And rise
And rise
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
i am
considering
buying tickets
to a lecture
on the cosmos
though my thoughts
have often
dwelt
amongst the celestials
in one form
or another
i know little
beyond
what was learnt
at school;
cursory details
when the vastness
of the universe
is considered
there is a desire
to understand
from where we came
of what made us
how we came to be
and
our chances
for a future
there is
a radiance
and pageantry
to the stars;
an expanse
that should incite
inspiration
and wonder
instead
this infinity
is a subject
dominated by
doomsdayers
and
doomsayers
without much
pity left
for
the rest of us
if i do
choose
to attend
i know that
i’ll be lost
to the magnificence
of the dwarfs
and nebulas
understanding
at best
half
of all that
is proffered
to be honest
i’m not sure
its worth
the £50
plus postage
when i think
i can predict
how it will end;
warnings
will be given
and advice
imparted
unfortunately
there is
no guarantee
i will still
be listening
May 5, 2022
May 5, 2022 at 6:04 AM UTC
It is a fallacy we all believe.
As we vehemently exclaim six words
to prove the chastity of our thoughts,
to fill our pride with self-validation,
to ratify our existence with falsehoods.
"The Devil made me do it!"
"The Devil made me do it!"
I bitterly laugh at your blundering gaucherie,
as you lay blame on an eons old transgression,
as you smote the sinnerman flying with flames,
as you called him out for your own actions
impassioned by heresy.
Impassioned by heresy
You sought to relieve yourself from perdition;
brought upon by perjury declared,
brought upon by authenticated truths,
brought upon by the duplicity,
of your favored reverent ideologies.
Of your favored reverent ideologies
which is to laud your skirmish against evil
in order to remove yourself from auburn eternity,
in order to induct you as a citizen of argent fields,
in order to orchestrate contempt towards another?
Is there no truth to you?
Is there no truth to you
now that perfidy imputes your entirety?
as you declaim in front of paradise lost,
as you coerce to regain what is rightfully deprived,
as you throng duress by intoning your delusion:
"The Devil made me do it!"
"The Devil made me do it!"
Its recurrence is maddening to Him
while you, in all your sentience, chose to act unbecoming,
while the celestials perched on your shoulder bawl,
while He that you blame does absolutely nothing.
It is a fallacy we all believe.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TUkwcPOXzqcInside
Within this beating heart of mine
my love for you is true consigned
beneath my skin a flowing rhyme
is tattooed on my soul, enshrined
Above us only stars and moon
are privy to our lovers croon
We are Zosma we are Supra
desired songs of Kamasutra
You can count on me my dear
my love for you is quite sublime
we are orbits of golden times
always close and always near;
To each other we will cling,
as two Celestials Stars unhinge.
Nov 21, 2021
Nov 21, 2021 at 7:22 AM UTC
I am a Prometheus, bound to my laptop,
always like in a curse, many may think,
(but don't bracket me with geeks
they are, celestials, i am simple, down to earth human)
for me it's pure bliss, oh! but the other curse!
the computer fails without any notice
even after such advancements in technological front.
Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 8:01 PM UTC
‘tis the tail end
of the blue hour
taking meticulous care
i string an empyrean necklace
studded with millions of shy stars
from our spiraling galaxy
around that blue neck of yours
enough of these
moody celestials
playing dice with
the collective fate of billions below
‘tis time for your dance...
© 2019
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 2:57 PM UTC
The Sun
He was the sun
Shining brightly, he was blinding
He was the center of your system
And you were constantly drawn towards him
The Earth
You were the Earth
Beatiful yet hurting
You revolved around him
Yet the thoughts and musings, perhaps like humans, inside you ruin you
You haven't realized how much he's been burning you
But even if you have, when has pain stopped the course of nature
The Moon
I was the moon
Circling around you
I saw and caught every tear from your eyes
I felt every hurt caused by his flares
I admired your courage, your strength but seeing you like this just fills me with rage
Slowly turning me into the lunar lunatic that I am
I wasn't as humongous and important to pull you away from the sun
I, simply, was not enough
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 6:28 AM UTC
Though both were born of cosmic flame
They fought too much for both were the same
And so they split night from day
So the other may always have their way...
But the cosmic ties that bond their hearts
Could never truly be pulled apart
So once in a blue moon, and every other red sun
The sky becomes dark...and the two become one.
Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 11:48 AM UTC
The stars they often wondered,
In constellations they often clustered,
Until one day they realized,
That they just found their universe.
This beautiful pattern time, space and gravity weave,
It is what is called the universe.
For everyone who looks above,
They are the centre of the universe.
For what was the end of space,
Was the begging of time,
And what emerged from a Big Bang,
Was born from a blackhole.
For what is a lifetime for us,
For him was just a moment,
The only one place we've seen is so timeless,
Imagine about the whole universe.
The invisible force they call gravity,
Even without touching it keeps everything together,
For the universe had to make up for,
The isolation that was left there somehow.
For light years those photons had traveled,
Across an infinite of solitude and emptiness,
Just so that they can create a picture,
And reflect themselves in the iris of an eye.
Everything is always in motion,
It had to expand to thrive and grow,
There is no concept of fixed in the cosmos,
For something moving so fast it's barely moving.
A mind so tiny relative to celestials,
Could think about the entire universe.
The only thing aware of its existence,
The universe is just looking for its purpose.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC
When she sings
Celestials dance
Her voice summons sprites
Automatons ignited by a single utterance
Writhing and shimmering
Even in the shadows
The fae emerge from beneath oak leaves
Coaxed out of hiding
By what was taken
For a druidess' song
When she sings
I weep
At what could have been
At what is
She tosses a glance down at me
And juxtaposes elation with despair
My skin revolts
In an eruption of goosebumps
Not even whiskey can suppress
Each melody
Revealing
Unspoken depths
Nourishing her unassailable spirit
Flawless in her imperfection
Tempered in her brokenness
Her breath fills my soul
With effervescent aether
All my meticulous machinations
My impenetrable nonchalance
Those incorrigible wisecracks
The implacable facade
Methodically pieced together over time
Shattered
Undone by the whisper of a seraph
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
I dreamed that I finally met you.
The apocalypse was at hand.
The sky bled as it came undone
Brother murdered brother
Monsters roamed the land
Beasts spoke in the learned tongues of men
Elementals emerged
From the hidden corners of the earth
To take back what was once theirs.
It was in the bleakest hour of mankind
That we crossed paths.
Stranger greeted stranger
Like old friends,
A warm hello
With a twinkle in the eye,
Before one took the other's hand.
The apocalypse was anything but
If its conclusion is so serene,
Rendering the torrent of fire and brimstone
A drizzle of petals and dew.
Eternity ended too soon
As the tolling of the church bell
Called in the sunrise
And chased off the cobwebs of slumber,
Along with it,
All semblance of felicity.
If it had to be a dream
At least make it a prophetic one.
If it will take the end of days,
The death of a star,
A cataclysm of the celestials,
For me to meet you,
Then so be it.
Let the world burn.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
I want Neptune
to come out
of the Gulf
reining
pale
untame
charioted waves
I want his imprint
on the brined wash
and
I want to ask him questions.
Do mermaids dance?
(for example)
Are hippocamps?
(for another)
Are starfish fallen celestials, antic?
Is drowning frantic?
I want the vasty deep to erupt
into answers, synaptic explosions
connections
connecting
to
me
I seek myself in saltwater
Creation's alphabet soup
to swallow me
to disconnect the disconnection of me.
Come Neptune. Come from my primal self
into my Self and connect me to me
and me to you and us to them.
Push your wild beasts from the sea
and come into me.
c. Roberta Compton Rainwater 2014
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
You see them
—ravishing in their chosen craft and marvelous before your sight
Resplendent creatures born from the union of fabricated thoughts and witty artistry
Tantalizing celestials that grow larger,
making you feel like you're engulfed in their searing arms—
branding you with marks of inefficiency
You look down
—unsure of your own atrocious behavior and crude mimicry
Revolting are you, you believe with utmost conviction and undying self-loathing
A carnal wanton of jealousy,
insisting that you will never share the same grandeur as them—
and you miniscule yourself
You stand center stage,
—on a platform where an audience could only ridicule you from below
Unnerving is their unmerciful criticisms to your lithe skill of transformation
******* savages are they,
when oceans of daggers spill forth from their mouths—
prepared to plunge into shame
but this feeling you have in your chest,
that distinguished bass filled tune
is unmistakably and undeniably,
Unrehearsed.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC
There is no chair
There is no room
There is no house
There is no town
There is no county
There is no state
There is no country
There is no continent
There is no planet
There is no stars
There is no orbit
There is no celestials
There is no sun
There is black
There is a gasoline ocean
There is waves turning
There is waves crashing
There is a matchbox in your pocket
There is your hand reaching for the matchbox
There is your finger opening the box
There is your match-strike upon the sandpaper shell
There is fire
There is brightness
There is your best throw
There is an ocean of gasoline set aflame
There is the sun
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 12:58 PM UTC
She sits in a red dress
That shows more of herself than she’d like.
She’s happily, newly married, but only for a while
Once the week is done she’ll hang up her dress
And sigh.
She waited for the unicorn
And has seen many ***** pass by.
She has seen the *** inside herself.
I linger, as in the night, as
Ghosts of arms surround me, as
they sigh and scream,
*In the clearing, the moon wanes soft as it greets the grass salted with tears
I reached out my hand, and -
I almost touched it. *
“Hold on, hold on, wait for him
He is coming.”
I’ll stay no longer in this star-scarce company.
The roots of celestials have buried themselves in my heart
And galaxies have formed in my mind.
I find myself shooting amid suns.
*The unicorn turned into an ***
Before I could pull my hand away.
I am burned. *
I am left waiting.
Jul 9, 2011
Jul 9, 2011 at 11:55 AM UTC
Chika the angel in the distant clouds.
Treads slowly along the utopic path.
With eternity's splendour in your grip,
you were awoken by melodious sounds,
played by celestials who guided your trip.
You fled divinity's eternal wrath,
to dwell in realms of laughter infinite.
Those on earth have said a final goodnight,
desiring someday to share in this bliss,
when we like you will earn the Saviour's kiss.
Feb 26, 2021
Feb 26, 2021 at 1:15 PM UTC
*I patrolled the heavens of her stars,
The little lightyears, their folds,
Lightly, with my lips, as I took
A handful of celestials,
Of one of her two
Twin galaxies.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 6:10 AM UTC