Dragon Poetry

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Friday the 13^th

Morning falls in thickness
Her heavy air, Grey
Diamonds scintillating in
The dawn sky
Haze of centuries lay over
The city like a blanket
Fog of endings
The silence pierced by
Raven caw
Black Beaked and carrion feasted
Mother of all
Dove winged she bleeds white
The thirteenth tribe gathers
We came to start a fire
Do not pretend to know me
Or from where I come
Gather around our corpses
And see what flesh the saints eat.

Julienne Alvarez © September 13 2013=9/13/13



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The One In Many and Many In One (A Gnostic Acrostic)
4-21-2013


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Judge nothing with your own eyes
Ever longing vision of the world
Seeing into the heart’s mind, beating
Unanswered between breaths wailing
Songs of long ago crafted prayers
Seeding worlds within worlds spiraling toward
Anchored shores of an ancient sea
In between thou and thee
This mirror of mirrors glimmers unbroken
Hiding truth from the mind that sees
Underneath the soiled brow
Nocturnal stains, blinding darkness
Trembles at the truth within and without
Oblivious world to those things that veil
Her thoughts beckon his eye
Inward to fathom the depths of Sophia
Mother earth spills forth the water of life
Incandescent, it flows through his veins
Another time and creature emerges
Mind thrall and hellbent disobedient harlot
Tombs becoming wombs birthing
Him through the camel eye of
Eternal springs to behold this New
World glinting like a diamond butterfly
Again he is caught, face pressed into the
Yoni cupped hollow of her neck
Threading its pulse between
His lips, devouring the primal scent
Enraptured between breaths and beats
Truth like a sword piercing the soft folds
Riding waves of this sea of thou and thee
Undulating there within and without
Tiamat stoking the embers
He can feel the moist heat of her lotus
Angels and Demons mixing their vapors
Nile dark and sleek running between stars
Declination falling equatorial and navel
Through spiraling nebulas there
Healing him within the Omphalos of
Elven waters, cordials of red
Love coagulating his split mind
Into holographic oneness
Flinted and steely his penetration
Ends within as the without
Narcissus has found himself as the
One in Many and the
Many in One
Arachne has tricked him into her silks
Nightingales warble inside his body
Climax brings him to the other side
Of Styx experiencing himself as her
Mindbody becoming Bodymind
Euphrates turning sidereal toward
The source of Eden spilling forth
Humid and moist from those parted lips
Uriel moth winged and panting
Night feathers encrusted in jewel
They quiver there at the Mons
Of deliverance, glowing blackwhite
Theseus is reborn Theseusina
Harlot of his own demise
Enthralled with his newfound breast
Feathered and flying
Aphrodite impaled upon her phallus
Tyre has never seen purple this deep
Herodotus resurrected and rewriting
Echoes of another history
Renewed without from within
Born fashioning an eye in place of an I
Uttering the song of Moses as it suckles its own
Teat, the Mother of Mothers
Betrothed to the Father of Fathers
Young son of man who has become
MotherFather entwined cosmic twin
Everlasting life… the dragon Hermaphroditus.


The Raven of Noah=60=word=Raven=TTFN….ta ta for now-

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acrostic

John 14:6 King James Version (KJV)

 

DE MORTUIS NIL NISI BONUM​

Speak Nothing but Good of the Dead



((((( In Memory of: Insert Photo of Remembered Ones Here)))))



Out in the graveyard;

inscriptions, words and plaques, all withering away;

like the flowers adorning them, so the dead do lay.

Waiting and waiting for someone to remember them

and not just in photo albums or on the special days.



Memorials are built, meaningless constructions - lest we forget!

They all are forgotten, given time enough to sigh, to pass away.

The living are so busy preparing for their own demise, to die.

Little do they know, the busy ones, that the dead are still alive.



They watch over the living ones, they do, from a place so far;

yet so near they are, but why would they watch the way they do?

To understand the mystery is the noble thing to do - a gallant quest.

They wish to be remembered, to join in soul and mind , the body's zest.



A marriage betwixt the dimensions, a holy union in heaven with hell.

But can the fearful thoughts of the living see, their love hearts tell?

The living are like snowflakes, made of water, so unique one by one.

But they melt away, to be fluid again - into the one great ocean, gone!



The dead are all one in the great seas, waiting to crystallise again in two.

To wake up to a new life again, as a snowflake-twin, asking:'Love me too!'

Eternal life awaits the living, could they only reply to the dead's request.

But the alive ones linger and doubt, in vanity do they live their only quest.



SIC TRANSIT GLORIA MUNDI

{Thus passes away the glory of the world}


I Am One In Many and I Am Many in One in Ee*=1



Written by: Tony Bermanseder



(Gospel of Thomas)

(51) His disciples said to him, "When will the repose of the dead come about, and when will the new world come?"
He said to them, "What you look forward to has already come, but you do not recognize it." ​

 

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Shapeshifter​

May 5, 2011 at 3:09am

The sound of the Drum’s
Heartbeat carried me
Down and down
I spiraled
Boom caw boom
Caw
Deeper I fell
Boom caw boom
Boom,
The base
Reverberating inside
The bottom of my skull
There
In the underworld
I met Raven
Standing on a tree stump
Glistening in the Sun
Chest, bared open
Like a wounded pomegranate
Her beating heart
Framed in ebony
Stared at me
Its red wet seed
Pulsing inside
The gaping void
She plucked it out
A tender offering,
“EAT” she said
And I did eat,
My vision blurred
And I fell to my knees
Flung my arms out
To catch myself
But they had become
Monolith wings
I stared down
The length of them into
Infinity
Its cry ripping through
My pointed beak
I cawed and crowed
Quivered and shook
Lunging myself
Upward to the sky
I flew over the land
And I saw all through
Corvid eyes
Black and White
One eye the Sun
The other the Moon
Out of this void
I flew
Rising on thermals
Of my fleeting human
Thoughts
Arching myself like
A steely arrow
Driven to its prey
Toward the eternal
Dark Star
Higher and higher,
Feathers spread wide
Touching the stillness
Where fingers once grew
Until I eclipsed
The whole world
Within my onyx embrace.




©Julienne Alvarez

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