"graal" poems
i.
The breadth of her aura
Stretcheth like a veil;
From the philippines, she was created of tropical tree detail.
ii.
As one entereth her extrasolar city
Thou shalt findeth there's no need for the sun or the moon;
She is the light, the scintillate of star clustered room's.
iii.
Just beyond the river Jordan
Where stream's of heaven tint;
She's not for sale, she's the grail of the gate's of holiness.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/Filipino rose
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC
Invincible for the empire roman;
That fury and vengeance was his language;
How Viriathus as vanquish around 200 years;
And lusitânia wasn't clears;
Port du graal was it's the place;
How was hidden the Holy Graal;
The secrets and wars was case;
And raise the Portugal;
The Kingdom for war and conquer ;
Was spoken by a glory Europe;
The spanish, french,english and Dutch ;
Bowed over the mighty Avis Master;
The glory and death of The Empire ;
Was not clear , the kindgom was gone;
The King D.Manuel II wasn't the bel;
But was bare wire;
Know Lusitania is lost;
So high is the cost?;
We never know the reason;
But Iberians gonna be the new season;
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 11:35 AM UTC
Three figures stand in silence,
Looking out to space.
Their hoods hide them from me,
But I’m naked before their eyes.
The Moirae in their white robes,
Cold and uncaring.
They stand and speak the future,
And I am bound by them.
Erinyes draped in serpents,
Blood dripping from their eyes.
Their fury flows out toward me,
I bow before their wrath.
The three Laimas stand before me,
My life is in their hands.
They speak what will happen,
And I listen to their will.
The Norns draw forth water,
And pour it on the roots.
They weave the weird around me,
They pull me where I go.
Fate she stands before me,
She holds me in her hands,
I move to overcome her,
And find the one true Graal.
May 16, 2011
May 16, 2011 at 9:44 PM UTC
1 THE UNIVERSE IS A BRAID OF STAGGERING FORCES.
2 This is all there is.
3 You are a being.
4 WHY is the answer to WANT.
5 Everything is awake, devouring itself.
6 The world-dream is a lie.
7 Tomorrow is a promise to Self to survive the sunrise.
8 The vampiric tendency is awake in all Being as a check against Itself.
9 There is no magick beyond the provenance of Being.
10 This is a record of the Enemy of all that Is.
11 What Is, is Thine. What is not, also Thine.
12 What Thou art is an unimaginable terror
reflected as beauty in the eye of the beholder.
Pour Thy Self into the Graal, and be a cell of the blood
that stains the lips of BABALON.
13 Then will you know me as the eye that never shuts, the eye that blinds.
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 2:43 AM UTC
If a friend
would have me,
I'd be capable of loving
and I'd look no more
for a back door.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
Oh, blessed wisdom
that led the sages' path,
for it was theirs the bliss
of reaching the living idea,
on flesh and bone human like.
Oh, how seldom
men are granted
such a prize!
So I wonder
whose hand led my path,
of wisdom so unlike,
so sinfully unbeliever
of what could be,
for I have seen
the love I dreamed of
and secretively drank
from the mead that was
not mine to take.
So I wonder
whose hand led my path
and keeps me here,
gazing from a distance,
imposing me to run away
if he said he loved me...
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
vamos juntos
tu e eu
beber deste cálice
que transforma a água em fel
vamos juntos
tu e eu
viajar... para longe
no fumo deste papel
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 5:56 AM UTC