Translations Poem by Leon Moon

Hand-crafted eclipse.

Sol cremations drip.

Oranges on the table.



Blackness splits

Spaceless breath



even on dead leaves



Words surge.

The source of inspiration.

Suicide we purge.



Foot-step currency.

Compasses have lost their worth.

Earth is gauged, empty.



The seeker are the hiders

There is no game to play.



Action

Encroachment of detachment

A mother's touch forms



Carcasses genuflect

Inwards.

Towards stars.



Is maturity

Merely the itches

Of what could've been?



Forming step

Ignorant of the space

He creates



comical engravings

transmutations

words into flesh



eyes roll black

in a pool without tears

cherishing the sun.



flock of crows

freckles of venus

everywhere you look is sunrise.



the MEADOW has no END

skyscrapers are carousels;

spires enslave themselves

as STARS.







visages of the same stream

careers; nooses

the phantoms we please.



pit-stops; patient zero

maternal sanctuaries

eulogies recede



your hero

would praise you



in your old age.

new-born sage.



bullies

self-victimised

colonise your guilt



Repression

unspoken atrocities

personal; public

History exiled.



our silhouette

terminal drought

Mystical Slaughter

even on dead leaves.



a sun

carved by sell-by-dates



a relic

children dote upon



even after death.



two revolvers

one smoking, one spinning

two revolvers

one ending, one beginning



even, on dead leaves.



















the best way to speak



a poet writes

less and less



til no word

can be said



only silence left















unlike

the silence





which came before





































the day

is too short

for the man who died



hell

is the cleanest place

on earth



a mind

inept of burning

in the eye of isolation.



perfection festers

pain surrenders -

the last time

you recall



a poet's

negotiation's

death's

revocations —

phosphor moulds,

gaslit stones,

exchanging coasts,

rebirth boats,

antidotes

crafted into

anecdotes.









stay away from those

who anticipate sickness

and brag about their suffering

as if they're the only souls

to ever feel pain.



nothing else matters

except the moment

releasing



the inescapable home

— tragedy of a love

marrying

alone



dry heaving

melodies



wisdom's trivialities.

un-drafted warfare.



the deeper you go

the more subtle

your temptations

become.



baby face grim reapers

deep sleepers

teethe



lone rangers



the poachers excavate.

the last expression.

eternity's only artefact.

mortality ransacked.





final picture

of a face

before

death



an opportunity

to never be

born





again













































making of love





rising horizon.—-

the draining ocean.—-

two circles of a trident.





gears of avalanche.

steepled roundabout.

the unsurpassable thought.





inherited eyes.

the sleepless moment.

unfurling coils - impulses.





sir plus.

miss minus.

the making of love.



——————————





sinking horizon.—-

ascending ocean.—-

two circles of a trident.















































































Seek No Solution.

BREATH / DEATH — Tools and Coin — LONE / WHOLE

The Solvent Constant.









Molten Foundation

NEVER / KNOWN — The Flexible Fixation — SEVER / GROWN









The Order of The Divine



























































Be aware

Of music

You consume.









Stand in front

Of preludes

Founding Now.

The Overturn



Heaven withdrawing



The Inventor of Danger

and

The Irony of Dictators





recollector







The price of Ego



fists, scripts

forged in fury

the fear





the agonising battlecry's

refusal to hear









ever lasting compromise







sacrificing love in cure

of mystery



the severed tail

with no history



do not fall

like the others

addicted to nausea





soundproof paranoia





the last two men in battle



one raises his head

in prayer

the other bows

and chews his words

in silent acceptance









You're your own victim.



Causes without Microscopes

Macrocosmic Envelopes



Graves of ignorance.





Praying in public.

Badges of our righteousness.

The shallow virtues.



Godless have no mat

Their march of meaning; —

Lock stepping towards defeat

One eye on one hand, counting

Martyr's; casualties; —

Preying on themselves.



The frost-bitten air

Reminds you of your freedom —

Entrails of a snare…





Emptiness in meat

We starve only to repeat

A pause of a beat



The weightless drum pounds;

Echoes Tomorrow surrounds

Erecting, resounds…



Actions recited.

Do not trust the excitement

Of their reaction.



























superficial = temporal





















Reflections are Reactions

To stillness, ingraining.



The Invincible

Architecture



Dispelling

Deceit



Holes





Constructions are Retractions

Constricting air, founding.















You have too much sight

To ever become alone.—

The crow hatching night.



Bare no issue with problem



The approach you take

Crafts the path you make.



The internal faith —

The face without name.









The Exploitation.

An oracle's protocol.

Return all love gained.











undressing the wound

stillness, voice; movement, body;

eyes closed. tuned inwards.



detach from result.

seize, rot; reprise, start; free, knot;

fabric of the breeze.





tip-toe trepid tree!

unbalanced on a tight rope.

tulip and the bride.



porridge before dawn

so serious! yet not sworn.

courage's cowardly pride.



pre-ordained futures

do not affect your stature

the rootless posture

you discover, always, here



and so the offer

to package, has no power

the creed-less nowhere

is not yours, mere another



spiked by no reply

the fool's intoxication

poisons every eye



its mask bares no why

locking cells, walls to rely

anonymous ‘I'







shadows cut You loose.

the silence I lost her too.

self-made God recluse.

























agony and ecstasy











































Two years after

and nothing's changed changed

in a way

Stagnancy has rewrote all recognition

and the buoyancy of being is suffocating

all but breath





without debt to pay

creators of consequence

imagine today



instill en masse

prophecy: art, policy

possibility



dressing flesh to flay

mummifying verity

hardening the clay.



hordes morph and destroy

coveys, but one: by and whence

the flame & sun ray



— neither partially

tug boats of man's odyssey

vowed to secrecy —



pulse-chain imagery

inner-space artillery

the false-gods foray.



soldiers claim each bay

unnatural headlines dispense

shores for your today;



tainted remedy

small-talk obituary

hi-jacked dynasty



gouges destiny:

your property on display







overdose on joy;

agony and ecstasy—

without context; here





a barren child; man

burnt idol, a saviour reborn —

streams in the wasteland.































how can we talk

about the inevitable

sincerely



when i've deduced

time to a bubble and seduced

death's honesty



her corrosive

comedies and the compulsive

dependencies



to a chamber

within the space through the heart, an

unwinding lair



within us all

a weightless treasure, pouring after

truth's ground desire



transpires, — no! voice

condemned to a silent witness

has no soul right



to convince fate

of the unspeakable's mistake

cofounding sight.





































































victory

in no man's land



liberty

stole, second-hand





branches stretch length

innocence preys, feeds absence —



willed futility

wilting emptily

identity's last defence.



synapses sketch strength

ignorance decays, a sense —



fulfilled mutably

filtering thoroughly

identity's first pretence.







































































silence is man's necessity

but the importance

of the art of conversation

can never be overstated










A Soul Revival



Stranded in the desert

Warmed by the desolate

Wind which wanes without effort

The counterfeit climate

Sparking seeker's profit

From a sun never drained desperate



The remedy immune

To images consumed

By pick-pocketing mongers

The faceless among us

Sell vessels for solace

Pray into Dawn, flesh from a promise



This is why I waited

The timeless arrival

This is all I wanted

Only thing that's vital

Look, I know I'm fated

For a soul revival! —

A new soul revival! —



Cracks in heart-shaped lockets

Rivers flow so honest —-

Circuits behind your sockets

Tune birds into forest —-

Leaves kiss. Space folds. Surgeons

Burst through banks, dunes fortune dislodges



The tongue of your soffit

A distinct destiny

Doom's antique, the lone-soul's poverty

— A mad man's prophecy

— A sane man's novelty

Each dresses truth as true: - possibly



This is why I waited

The timeless arrival

This is all I wanted

Only thing that's vital

Look, I know I'm fated

For a soul revival! —

A new soul revival! —



Slain by the opposite

Married to the orbit

Ingrained in the reset, the rustic

Recital of sun-set

The moon and her regret

Polluting desire into debt



Expanding ever less

Buffers of our confess

Slip past the pendulum countess

Defy the chain-smoked breath

The skies your veins invent

And learn to return all this love you sense

















































still and a comma

a moment to remember —



praising time's lashes

a witness to surrender —







no circuit to sull











the resistance: one more fall

to settle favour



the fascination principle:

the herald of an interval.

the sanctioning of miracle.

the hand-writing of parable.



the exiled idol

the mother of animal

bargaining for fuel.





the only way to be full.























reflective reprise

feigning surprise. oceans rise

returning sunrise.



still, the dreamer lies

unknown, on streams chimes define

under time, love bribes



the silver tongue bride

feathers her prize, bird-song cries.

sleep, setting our eyes.







the child inside

surging rage, nation's flooded

a dream stuck in time





















denying relief, he can

only defy grief























numbers on a page.

the executioner's blade.

the freshly turned grave.























a sun looks on as we starve:

hands dig, hoarding change.

























Escape From Cell 21



Chapter 1



Secluded in space, ebbing,

Sat back on a red neon door,

You can feel paradise rotting.



In front of me lays a pink bed,

Under a bright purple window,

Dust-petals spring from secret voids.



Who else keeps rectitude in darkness?

The longer I sit here - I know!

The longer I'm living dead.



I am not yet drained of love.

Who said we can't speak in silence?

I talk you now, as presence!



Despite forced into prison

By mache - vicious entities

Breathing to devour and control



I do not will the mission

Refusal to return home -

Justice is being, alone.



Secluded in space, ebbing

Sat back on a red neon door,

You can feel paradise rotting…



He forces himself

To sleep

To ignore

The world dreaming

Him into someone else



A thousand victories

Engulf his pride



The unwinnable cost

Or the corpse's bride



Untimely ascensions

March behind



Haunting the valley

Side by side



Surging

Reforming hunting the

tide



Venus (is)

Nowhere