Poets Cornerstone

[AmounrA]

three years three months three days
no more night
om
golden sun rises over the sea
get out get
ah
blue takes my red hand to me
out get out
hung

[Dr Benway]

We tried religion and war holes in the knees of our genes (memes).

[Silverlyn]

One Soul Fits All~

Silverlyn

[Danica_Nyx]

behind the sheilded door of silver life
where tainted blood flows through the earth
and which moorish fen lies in horrid shades and shambles
The mustering wind of a fallicious art
painted harmony through reincarnation
a union of two paradoxical souls
the tears of thier disguise remain unshed
through the winded storm of rapine fire
clouds wall out true emotions
until the compromise of such a foriegn wonder
we all hold our gold
through the stricken, torrent and smite
a silent stream of amity
holds us all to our sacred song

-blessed be for all to see

[AmounrA II]

Through the mist of the Abyss I crept,
Until reaching an inner sea,
A sea as smooth as glass, no ripple to be seen,
And reflected on it from above, the full universe did show,
Its designed and engineered, but not by gods or myth,
~The atoms, technology, by beings we can not know,

universe is a room containing all needed to escape it

Upon the Earth are all the tools, needed to escape her,
Challenge ~ Go to another star
Until that has been done, an ape will you always be,
A lonely jewel in the abyss, surrounded by a treasure chest,
Non Terrestrial Travellers, buzzing above our heads,
~but never between us ever, a word has yet been said.

[ravenest]

Thomas the Apostle.

My head doth not encompass clearly
Your switcheroo of card and letter,
Your double loop of astro puzzle
(To contradict invokes a muzzle),
Your self-asserting proof and mantra
Is twisted in a maze of yantra.

Your philosophy I hold dearly
As From dying god is always better,
As sun never passes nor does it die,
We turn to shadow in the sky.
A metaphor of life of man,
Eternal may be his true span.

So what small measure does it matter
Compared to disc of bread and platter
To pour this emptied heart of mine
To fill the cup with sacred wine?
Opposed to where we put the fetter,
Could it be that it is merely

A skilful wink or subtle trick
Or is it that my mind’s so thick
To accept the placement of a hook
Because it says so in a book?
To raise a brow and say, “Oh really?
Maybe it’s an acrobater.”

[treedog]

Upturned


Fuzzy budded trees reach
into the heaving drift,
layered range of veils, air

more water than dust.
From the ground up

the word becomes
flower and fruit,
itself the happy muffin,
baker’s dozen dying

to know yourself.
Rain to snow
and back again—
O terrible breaking sky.

When I’m through
I being again, a tree

with the idea of spring
singing noble paths,
so much mist in the making.

Traveller and captive become
Queen and King. All these
in cobalt motion bloom.

[ravenest]

I prayed and purged my passion free.
My holiest motive I gave to Thee.
Now pure and with light my body filled
The untimate height I reach fullfilled.
I prayed and purged my passion free
and beheld a maiden unclothed
from behind a tree.