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Found Poetry: Travellers

July 28, 2013 1 comment

The fair and radiant seraph
glorious, golden, it did float and flow,
gentle winged wanderers.

Spirits moving in His glory
all with glowing and sparkling echoes
of their King.

In robes of dawn, round his glory
travellers now move fantastically
discordant no more.

(ref: The Haunted Palace by Edgar Allen Poe)

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Found Poetry: Ill Angels

July 28, 2013 1 comment

Lonely angels
reached an ultimate space —
bottomless and boundless —
that drip into restless skies of fire.

Murmuring by the dismal spot
each melancholy shrouded form
sigh in agony.

The woes for the shadow
may not dare its mysteries.

The sad soul, obscure and lonely
haunted by ill angels
wandered home.

(ref: Dream-Land by Edgar Allen Poe)

Found Poem: Lost

July 24, 2013 Leave a comment

Desire can feel
obviously neurotic.
Emerging out of emptiness
we look for that void –
at least, temporarily.

Not so much for things,
you should arise
out of the way
to fear.

It is an energy drained away
by a deep, indulging
state of mind
nakedly exposed.

Deeper, truer, within yourself
by virtue of truly feeling lost.

(Ref: “Staying with Boredom” by Sangharakshita – Tricycle Magazine, Summer 2013, pg 16)

Found Poetry: Spellbound

June 10, 2013 Leave a comment

I am under the drug —
no longer a slave to these pages
why is it all the prisoners had little idea?

I knew nothing;
my solitude vast and dream-infested.

I should not hope in absolute silence
and a vast reach of black.
In its cloudless cruelty, I realised
through some portion unfathomable
graver things forged my dreams so wild…

Such visions!

In the glow I saw through my terror
realms of darkness in the sky
an abyss beyond the strange worship of the moon —
it did hold me spellbound.

In my delirium I knew nothing,
as a hopeless slave,
as a pure phantasm —
It shall not find me.

(Ref: “Dagon” by H.P. Lovecraft)

Found Poem: Heaven

June 7, 2013 Leave a comment

Childhood’s passions
have not taken my joy alone,
in the stormy depth of mystery,
its tint of gold sky pass’d me,
the thunderstorm of Heaven in view.

(Ref: “Alone” by Edgar Allen Poe)

Found Poetry: Remix

May 31, 2013 Leave a comment

Kids looking for illicit contemporary art.
Break a few rules, such as a school bus
of beautifully bizarre playas —
the constant in this land.

(Ref: National Geographic Traveler, May 2013, pg 14, “Tijuana, Remixed” by David Swanson)

Found Poem: Genetic

May 31, 2013 Leave a comment

The golden age of birth
rediscovered genetic data
pushing beyond the planet
as never before.

Creative, open,
we scoured the globe
our own system
done the right way —

Knowledge. Empathy. Peace.

(Ref: National Geographic Traveler, May 2013, pg 70 “The Year Of Exploration” by Margaret Loftus)

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