THE NIGHT SKY PT: 9 – GOOD MORNING

THE NIGHT SKY PT: 9 – GOOD MORNING

Good morning dear
There is an ocean of dreams that I have dreamt of you
And in the sky are pearls that I wish to encrust within your eyes
For, you are the unspoken embodiment of heaven’s grace

Good morning my dear
There are the seven seas and seven shades of beauty that you claim
My, if only those diamonds in the sky would become of you I would find grace
As, you are a glimpse of paradise with a story untold waiting to be embraced

Good morning sweet dear
Look out of your window and see the riviere revel at your radiant grace
So, that the gemstones trapped within the atmosphere can watch you smile
To mimic your essence, an elegance that is untouched by time

Now, Eclipse a moon that chased the sun and sit with me for a while

My sweet dear I must confess
That I cannot remember the last memory of me saying Good morning to you
Even when I stare into these waters that echo a star’s image reflecting a shine
That you, yourself have come to create from the pure bliss of your soul’s spine

Forgive me, as mornings are not of the norm, nor of grace is this life anymore

Whereas, those sunny morrows left when you did…thus my eyes trailed with tears
Still, perhaps one of these days, lunar lights will ellipse
Until then, a Good night is what I will say to my dear sweet love to whom of which I miss

With my heart scorned I will say Good night…
Good night my dear, until the next daybreak breaks through this abyss

~ Paradise’s Poet ~

Also at: Tony Yang’s post on his blog

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Bumble Bees

Bumble Bees

Simeon gold to bejewel the honey that is blissfully bittersweet
Producing barbarically in the belly aching hive of a boastful beast
There thy lackluster shine confuses bumblebees
Blinding them to the benevolent beauty in which they have born freely

Broken by the forgotten vivid phases tied to Babylon
Is the bloodline hidden in Sumerian tides and tales that tell
Epics pertaining to great floods deluding a deluge once lost to a biblical book

Nonsense the masses scream, as bumblebees sting as to protect that which they cannot see
Perhaps their creation their God maybe… like the gilt-ed honey that drips upon man’s teeth

Therefore of golden vocal folds do human beings sing hymns and praises
Towards the sky quoting rhetorical rhetoric directed at the unknown
Potent with faith, believing in those mysteries illuminated distinctly for outlasting generations
Giving a lifespan proof that these words are god, preaching god is love, and that love is eternal

How can one argue with such logic…
Why is one a blasphemous heretic spewing dogma
If they choose to question the church just so they can know the face of their creator

A foolish inquiry I guess
It’s like having an inquisition held against your government
Followed by being branded a criminal terrorist for not believing in their ongoing propaganda
It all comes down to which honey is sweeter for the majority

As majority rules…they say

Democracy and religion does not work when most people
Only have a peephole view of knowledge and truth
It can however give off the illusion that opinions matter and sins are resolved
Ignorance can enslave someone as well as damn their soul

Although, what do I know, what do you know of me… this was meant to be about bumble bees.

~ Paradise’s Poet ~

Also at: Tony Yang’s post on his blog

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Albina & The Birds Of Paradise

Albina & The Birds Of Paradise

Somewhere within my cerebral cortex
Lies a lobotomized lullaby that lingers like a foul, frantic phantom
Echoing more as gentle fowls parade the open ended sky

Listen carefully… its beautifully tormenting

Having nightingales sing memories of this known belle
Who I might add, absent of effort, caused my cerebellum to malfunction
For in a moment I fell, and nevermore it felt, that I was to fly without her

Yet the story goes, those ravens tend to know, more than this old broken crow

As in a time we glided as two doves intertwined
A picture in some eyes eternally benign, thus divine
The heliocentric couple crippled by a gap in time
Although, we had hope and a love that still makes me sigh

Reminiscent… is the lamented cardinal coded passion….

Therefore, if ever such a thing was restored
It would breathe joy onto paradise, as well as to the heavens above
Seeing as how she that gives happiness is your name, and the fault was surely mine to claim

So, Swallows feather the sparrow swift as it makes a winged descent…
The avian aerial flock majestic together aesthetic in the art of soaring beyond that horizon
Graceful you all shamelessly seem… just like her…Elegant, just like my Albina shall forever be

~ Paradise’s Poet ~

Also at: Tony Yang’s post on his blog

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Parable Of The Monarch

Parable Of The Monarch

Fascinating are these parables held episodically with red roses blooming ideally
….Among a plutonian night’s eye
Still, far into that oceanic universe do I stare unconsciously
…Transmuting all hopes to the sky
Where darkness reigns illuminated gracefully, as so are those golden wings thankfully
…Blessed I say are these monarch butterflies to fly

The base elements of dreaming you should assume ….

As a moment stuttered swift causing a chrono shift and I lost in my mind
Found a city of citadels benign with gods and that of which I called divine
Here I stood as a Pharaoh with Queen Nefertiti so perfectly by my side

For I…

Was the son of Ra, the moon to the sun but she was my passionate star
Yes, Guilty with having gilt I was, yet I was more so a guilty glutton for her smile
Pyramids were built to fortify her essence; as I knew tales of her charm would transcend time
Sublime as I was reincarnated throughout lifetimes the beautiful one would always come with me

You see her heart plated with gold calls to my own
Thusly, the passion that connected us so, no one or thing can ever deny
Therefore, Love goes beyond that of an intimate intercourse
It stands in a realm sanctified in the thoughts orbiting a simple forever

Thereby affections without eternity is just infatuations do not be fooled by your lust
Because then you may end up a monarch shrouded by subconscious shadows
….A pharaoh fading into the sand and dust alone

~ Paradise’s Poet ~

Also at: PARABLE OF THE MONARCH

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Right Now

Right Now

Perceptually walk with me for a moment in time
Envision with me the heliocentric gamma screams
Fabricating the God particle that lies within every man’s third eye

Waving synergy through the complex fluctuating space belonging to abnormality
Fusing quantum ionized sparks which ripple and unravel a touch akin to true love’s kiss

Thus…

Beta bits syncing statically charged matter harmonizing anti-matter to formulate light
And thereof something greater than these pending subconscious dreams
Being riddled falsely with predetermined cognitive data
Streaming hint trances leading back to what was Alpha and Omega is all that we might see

I wonder…Can you believe that dissonance truly exist

Those who make peace have ability to elevate beyond our animalistic ideas
Still, it helps us all to remember
That we are creature mechanically attuned to be subjugated to our emotions
Yet, are we flawed with this curse that we have so called intelligence

For, as intelligent as we are, we fail to find the error in our societies
But…I digress

Look there relative to the kinetic flashes running admits your memory
An infinite continuum merging three dimensions holds no bounds- nor bonds
Therefore as you are of this nature…This resulting energy that virtually bangs
Neither, are you a force that will stop – Simply we must all transfer.

The mystery of what is to come next is an added beauty to this life;
That inherently terrifies us until death
Although, it also makes what is “right now” that which is so dear, and so very precious

~ Paradise’s Poet ~

Also at: Tony Yang’s post on his blog

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