Vox Aeterna

Words They echo on Across Valkyrie skies Across Valhallan sunsets Across fields of arcadia Across prairies of thanatos Words  They echo on Across Babylonian Gates Across tales of Gilgamesh Across stars of Cosmopolis Across robotic tears Words  They echo on Across Germanic princesses Across dreaming castles Across Caesarean heroes Across Sistine Chapels Words They echo... Continue Reading →

The Way

The language of the benevolent  And the movement of the merciful Laws of Motion  Producing poetry  Raining down from  Forms so heavenly And the rain can Erode anything  Making streams  And rivers out of  States and cities  Yes, the rain  Can erode anything  What fish can  Swim against  The stream? What wave  Disobey the tide?... Continue Reading →

Her Night of Majesty

Beneath the veil of Kiara  Lie one thousand mysteries  The wonders of the earth  And those sagely epiphanies And her eyes are a miracle: Virgins giving birth  Psalms becoming lyrical Does she hide beneath her veil The Night of Majesty? More holy than one thousand months  A pair of crescent moons In shape of rosy... Continue Reading →

The Recollections

I  Old World's Yolk The echoes of time  Are heard  Like wind blowing  Through Sakura petals  Whistle whistle  Can a fragrance  Be heard? In the march  Of history  The footsteps  Run silent  Under the  Boister of  Drum and trumpet  The fragrance is lost  In the whistling  Of the wind  And yet When dawn Approaches  The... Continue Reading →

Birth of Tragedy in Her Arms

Loss, vanishing, the death of all That is one and whole in my life Destruction, bliss, primordial envying Life is like a kaleidoscope of phantasmagoric Silhouettes, pretty girls dancing with Devils and elves joined hands with Sentient sunflowers, bliss, bliss In the truest suffering, but how? How can I win on a board Played by... Continue Reading →

Pavane pour Emile

What is art? An artist who does not wrestle with this question has yet to be born as an artist, and one who has stopped, has died. A ceaseless search for the truth. Each poem a reflection, each painting a mirror, all held up to man, so that he might see his own face. Tonight,... Continue Reading →

Mythos of Love

Born of Plenty and of Poor Of gods and of man A longing for the intercourse Of all things different The daimon Eros  Shifts from boy to boy Discovering the truth Of transience Bored of its Entropy Eros longs for the Eternal Becoming pregnant first with Laws, Cities, States and Empires As the dust collects... Continue Reading →

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