Rarely have i seen such beauty
Or tasted in truth such a secret of life
I said goodbye in an awfull way
we are the shadow of the palace of sceptered treasures
Such was the monument to beauty with no shadow
I say no to beauty, that sort of opera
then i let resentment cluter like space junk
i say no, isay yes to sain tropez, deliriums near the cairo mosques, pharo has arrived at the banquet, where the food was endles, and amimed to satify the virile dimension of the bride
for i held you highest
and it took me years to compose
and then as fesh you yielde to him and the shadows where orchestrated to keep me in hell with envy
but i confess and god absolves me
i come to see what is the darker side to me
full of junk which is just junk and has no liquidity
not nectar of paradise
reflection of excelent admirers
my head turns into a mosque
again falls amongst the junk
where are you constelation, alchemy of gayety
bridge to
concience of geen fields for we fall upon the flowerbeds, and we ride on the back of the winged one, we listen to the wind
we never leave the forest
the music turns us into reptiles
ubiquitus happyness induced by the tango unleashes
the beast
born to dance through the fountain
embrace the foam
taste the blood
finds the wolfs fur
secret way to elisium
passed the white guards
we are the destiny of the theatrical story of the hero entrance to the sacred altar
, inducing everlasting happyness, laced with rampant colured slaves that fan away the excesive heat, that has already unveiled the vigour of our times
excelent substance, of our childike desire for bliss
desire for the mountain to touch the ground
memories prefered and stored in the memory of junk times
cristal river that flows endlessly, sweet memories of her beautifull affection that she would reluctantly give
suspition of creation and its tests
surfing on a ton of champagne foam
and is just an obstacle to communion
I can get use d to communion, because i love you very mouch
if you had a defect id kiss it better
and make you ssee god and abolution
we will pick up some acorns along the way
and laugh of the tragedy of our life but hugging and face to face maybe kiss
with love lifes good to christions, the clouds are a bouquet in loves hands
and you feel your floating
like with a new pair of trainers
resentment came to cloud, but i cursed it
i want a clean square
to shut murder in, forever
put it on a shelf
and have my dinner
i throw th weeds like resentments out of the garden
But my destination is stricter
and every rose has its thorn
the thorn in my life was her charms that poisoned me with happyness
she like a starr in the night
Is in the dark, night before the morning light floods, the ugly stones
The iguanas
Made of sandstones
A lighthouse in history
Part of the landscape, of trees,
I percieve the winds direction
Goes rom one place to another
Moves
I move towards you
Your house is a palace devoted to bliss, and happines
With future firmament not without form
A mixture of darknes and light
Operas i love
Your ink grazes the centre of life
Oasis that make the desert
I prefer the jungle
Or the green plateoux
The breast of a damsel obsesses you
Your eyes swarm
Jungle jungle
The city is burning
The plants photosithesise, and transform light, photosyntesis to produce more organisms to populate the planet.
Into a shape
The universe was created without form
And it was void
But not nul
The reflection of the water was his will
To be executed on this planet
The people were also a manifestation of his desires to acomplish,
Us transient sheep that cross the universe of the sacred imagination
Of the prince
In the rib of the antichrist
Gordian knot
White starr
White guards of the lyrical outpouring
can i help it if your special to me, my only hope my ray of light in the darkness
i felt the violennce of feeling
and it centred on
and it ended in tarmac, we im hard
and this sort of quaintnes or insanity
this sort of biological beauty is deceptive anyway
we still in the dark after all tese years
we need to feed desire
like a burning flame to keep us warm, haleluyah
from the deepths to the elevated whitery of the rythm and music
On me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sacred imagination, I like it, good write.