Prose and poetry

By Mystique1957, 3rd Aug 2010 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/1da.wz0g/
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Poetry

A prose that bespeaks of the essence of poetry, writers, having faith in one´s work, how influential poetry can be

Unwinding revelation, surviving faith

Bull´s view of his soul

Duet of pupils inhaling commitment, exhaling blinding supernova fire-bolts
No promise of survival, yet, its flavoring and ambrosiac nectar seem to summon an ancient arcane force

Eternity?

Can the pilgrim walk through time not stepping on
pebbles of the path?

Bearers of the immortal quill, telling secrets amid action and pause,
Shall you decipher the truth behind the wall of time?
Is the beholder the final judge?

Prose and circumstance, verse and rhyme; do they state the forbidden or have
their message expired?

Belief has been mortally wounded, back-stabbed by contrabandists whose god is
gold; spawns from nowhere land overpopulate the scenery, religion has been beheaded
Babylon spits out garbled messages and vomits confusion

Simplicity bestows beauty upon tranquility; a kiss in the wind, winged, flying from the mouth of a muse.
Brushes color hues and tints, shapes and forms; perspective in tones, chiaroscuro
Sunrise tweets from the hearts of mirthful mockingbirds

Nature beckons, rides at a canter, unbridled, flooding with wonder and love the existence

Heroes are needed, plumes not blades, fragrance not blood, stanzas not sordid epithets

Death is but a scream echoing in the darkness of unimportance; it is a transitional dissolve, never a fade in or out…

Truth is emeraldine, protection a vibrant violet; the Magician´s habitus is overpowered by the Hanged man; the Lovers mark his choice as the Wheel of fortune stops and the Fool leaps into the abyss

Wisdom immortalizes the purpose, the Word painter releases his ego to be drown in the depths of meaninglessness

Our sanctuary lays yonder human sight, our hearts connected in the sempiternal of an endless moment

The heir is far more precious than the senses touch, we are brethren without gender, we are free spirits co-creating genuine worlds in fertile superior minds

There´s no pride, no treasure, no limits…
Only an eternal embrace that knows no boundaries but a pure, unadulterated expression of the universe…

Copyright ©Mystique®2010
Copyright ©Alberto J. Alvarez G®2010

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Meet the author

Mystique1957
Born in Caracas, Venezuela, May 17, 1957.
Studied and graduated at Columbia College(Los Angeles, CA) Bachelor of Arts Degree.Love music, writing poetry and short stories, Dragons, Spirituality
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