“It is the best to have loved and won,
Second best, to have loved and lost”
All that lies destined will follow.
Pure Mind of the Bodhi,
Melpomene, a soliloquy
For her Mystery.
On Human nature,
“A man is god in ruins…”
We are drawn to the Flame.
A void, between the compositions of Helios.
Shiva, ‘o Lady Babylon, to whom we sing our praises.
‘Oh Say’s among men, she stood as a Titaness,
Zeus’ thunder, with frivolous fascination,
An abysmal suspicion of her broken beauty,
A maternal affection, for their father’s creation.
Gnostic Gospels speak of thy progeny
“Within me I carry the Seeds of Christ,”
Parthenogenesis and an old regal clock-tower,
A Sanctuary in the Earth, by the hour.
A bloodied cub the Hyenas prayed to devour
Daunt, “so fragile” – mere words could tear her apart,
She remained a child in secrecy – a deity in art
“The flower in the crannied wall,” of Lord Tennyson.
Spirit of the Divine, see the World through her eyes.
Marie the Mother, or the Lover of Light.
Olympus intervened and took her Soul from me,
A stoic’s shell in the midst of the Great Plains,
A shout rang through the clouds, loud; “You’ve taken my life,
My joy, my wonder, fry my flesh with your thunder!”
And in his visions, Oceanus visits
The titan, a giant of a frightful countenance,
The hero would face a fate worse than Dionysus’,
Skull, bones, skin, limbs, remain as bloodied crumbs,
To surrender thy flesh, in a feast for titans.
At the face of your fate, choose not to decay.
Awaken and slice open the bowels of the beast.
Emergent products, the titan regurgitates.
A heroine has conquered the monster.
Kin of Jonah – poets sail for the Holy Mountain,
Yet they stay to dwell in purgatory,
To claims conduits to Father Sky and Mother Earth,
Through tribulations, They bring us a message.
“Our future – how ominous, rests in ruins…
Leviathan and Behemoth sleep lightly,
Your work is not yet done,
Set your sights on the World, from Rio to Thebes,
Count the spirits, as they succumb.
With your wisdom, guide their odyssey.
Before the great tribulation and the Seventh Seal
Mother and the Celestials will rest to heal.”
Written by: Alan Valle Monagas