The Redeemer Constanta
Hush..
It was just like before..
The callings of Melchizedek
When people re-read the Book
To decipher the re-linings
Hush..
It was just like before..
The whispers of the holy moon forest
When people do research on the Manuscript
To download the New System
Hush now.. hear it..
It was just like before..
When seeing does not contain hearing
When hearing does not contain feeling
When feeling does not contain thinking
When thinking dies, and the vision..
..Left us only a paradigm’s concubine
The Eighth, Fifth, Fourth diagram resurfaces,
It is soon Full Human versus Full Human
For all in the sky of heavens and the deepest depths under, bear you the fruits of the two witnesses.
Before all this,
A place of rest and return to.. Your Sanctuary .
Document to Kill
Why do we live in grief?
And regularly breathe in our constant kill
Why do pleasures play men like dogs and bones
Poured on their face, a plague marched asunder
I’ve tasted the sensitivity of sin and bliss
Crappy as my bones now ready to croak
And my teeth shrinking off my jaws
I could’ve shrieked like a fool girl!
May I let my ego float over these centric cities?
And meet the very name of
Karma, Karma
Life, she spit me out her breath
Wise as I am
A little girl, a little girl I am
Karma, Karma
Love, she hung me on her neck
Wild as I am
But Mommy doesn’t know her name…
I’m now halfway more to the moon…
Now I’m halfway more to the moon…
“The Suitors” Art by Gustave Moreau
Dear citizens, please mark your plate;
Singular verse in every order
Symptoms are for lunatic
Robotic mercantilism
Dear citizens,
You are now reaching an unknown era;
Madmen are flawless
Poets are enchant less
We are the mannequins of our devilish wisdom
The un-admitting widower
Thus we could’ve slept slower
Into the arm of our Hungarian lover
So sleep, sleep late ‘til you dead
Planetarians subsidiary
Directory underwater
Equilibrium Management
Numerous incentives
The fairy is burning
The monument is breaking
The temples are lacking
And dancing us in
Mad. Yes… let’s be mad with
Our sensual harassment consistency…
Kill, Kill
That flavor… that wills us to kill
This Document,
is to Kill.
Pity
I Pity
…us for this.
Author’s note:
Written in 2007 (writing.com), very emotional verses which assaulted my curiosity somewhere in a mid-afternoon. It represents an early state whenever Chaos within the Self manifest itself. My special thanks to Biblioklept (truly one of my inspiring analyst!) for bringing The Suitors artwork to public attention… Again, thank you 🙂
Wings of The Blue Angels
I walked the skies, with my bare feet
With no bar nor chain, could bangle me
I stood before the wings, that had betaken me
As I raised my hands, bedazzled by the sun
Between my anger, my ache,
And my admission…
I am aimless, yet full of affection
My sight is beyond sights, my voices will cries out the seas
As I canvas myself, to feel the devotion in me
But when I closed my eyes… Then I had bound myself
Into the Extreme Space,
That has gathered your Azure Dreams
Author’s note:
My grandpa
Written in 2001, my very first English poem (poetry.com) and surprisingly was selected for the yearly book finalist. The poem was triggered by my misses – a year after my beloved grandfather passed away. A great man to his family, an obedient meditator of mother nature, and a dedicated pilot in the airforce.
Misled Bless
Taken from the highs
Scraps of your wings
Bruises without notice
Like a sunburn grass
I redeemed my supra Zen
Within a sloppy column
My entry fee for wits
Pity, I’m filthy
Why, someone hides inside my
Host-cradle-hive
And ask an ear for a gift
Is charity that wry?
A heartfelt torment
I pushed on toward
The sickness of my find
Is felicity taking no grant?
The clouds are whispering
Answers within Riddles
In thunderous arousing
“Ask not, it has been given to you.”
But a foul body lasted
In a hallowing light
And the Fool was shred
By a crescent night
The mystery was not
Meant as easy gain
And violin strings… sad…
The Eight Arms, has it play
Author’s note:
Written before 2006 (personal portfolio / poetry.com), the content of the poetry itself has always tickled my curiosity, until the beautiful represented artwork from Michael Divine as the image above, completed the mystery puzzle. 🙂
The Unknown Sirr
‘Sirr’ bergumul
Malam kemilau
Sedesir ‘Ru’ melesat
Gerah senja menyanjung
Sanggah gemilang
Kulonjak, titis, mendecak
Sah, sudah
Rindu pun sirna
The struggle of ‘Sirr’
Is in the sheen of Night
As the blewshot of ‘Ru’
Flatters the sultry dusk
In a glorious rebuttal
I submerged, dripped, sighed
Confirmed, as it is
The longing has vanished
*
Author’s note:
Written in Dec 26, 2011 (facebook.com). The secret of Sirr (soulful vibration) quietly knocked my door. It is to be rejoiced with your Very Personal Self. Yet as astonishing as it might have sounded, it came from a dreamlike memories. Hence, once it is memorized, it’ll stay as a precious present for all time.
Je Supernova
The days are swallowing in
Black clouds and thunder rings
Shiver be my gap of breath
A red sun sliding out my path
Nowadays dreams are like these
Splitting in layers
Camouflages within symptoms
A mass without a feel
I am not able to
Loathed out my feelings
Like a train express
Swooshing to my gate
Wave me in,
“Sweet love opens”
The door to supernova
Entrances and exits
Stars and stories
In my children bedroom
Stars and stories
In my children bedroom
Lift me up
High versus higher
Fortunes are for loose
Six jewels in my feet
Bounces of chains
Flooding into my
Blooded-racing-stain
Align my desireless veins
Wave me in
“Sweet love opens”
Invite me in
Freedom for free
It’s been a long lone road
Life as in dark
To pass the seventh gate
To be Extinct and Completed
Cherry sweet the Calling,
Thus we are not lonely
Never again, lonely.
*
Author’s Note:
First written in 2007 (writing.com), it describes the spiral of life, the enhancement of experience with similarly-alike process. Life can be repetitive in its scenario, but you definitely can change how you respond to it, since it all connects to each other.
And always remember that… no one, left alone. 🙂
True Blue
Arise in motion the unconditional love
Harmlessly falls as a bolt of flowing water
Electrocute the symmetry of the sun and moon in precession
A secret language of impaling tears strikes me in a suave manner
Sweet love opens the womb of this earth
Motherly made an entrance for the Son within the Rainbow
Riddles-embracing-secrets written in these manlike eyes..
Perhaps, a fulfilling prophecy of the favor in the wound
To find me alive, again
*
Author’s note:
The poem was written back in Nov 7, 2011 (facebook.com). Quietly just before another major changes happened in my life. It has a special meaning, indeed.
Staviolatte
Ω just another daily contemplation 