joi, 27 ianuarie 2011

DEFIANCE

[...]my wounded angel had become my fear     


FOR I DEFY THOSE WALLS...
FOR I DEFY THE SPACE 
BETWEEN THEM
  
by Celestine Mihaela
                                                                           
The open eye struck my path
To the mezzanine.
The ritual of light spread 
Over the shepherds.
One shepherd,
Two shepherds,
 Three shepherds...
My Gods.
The way of man into the wood.
Defying the procreation,
I took place
Into the world of  lunatics.
Who made the world spin?


What a bless not to ask, not to see...
My wounded angel had become my fear,
Into the ambuscade of the believers.
Obey the light to their way!
Angel with long arms 
Crushed the waves of glory.
One angel, 
Two angels,
Three angels...
My Gods.
Common name for the repentance.
I made the world spin!
I made the raven's awe 
Burst aside...
Disclosing my defiance.


Took my house on the rack, 
Mazed world no longer touched,
By those hands of the architect.
Do you see me?
I'm the one in the corner of your eye.
Pull me out and I shall stare
Through your marble soul.
Raptly knee of my God
Rose up in arms.
Its slender shoulders had no wings.
I defied those wings...
When I became of you.



 





7 comentarii:

  1. in the rarefied air of the peaks there is a rain of ashes of light ascending, through mistakes, lessons, fear and disbelief.
    rising, they trace the future through their dreams, light shed.

    unconsciously they gather light on their wings to weight them to the ground and grow them into the seeds of a new world.
    springs singing AUM!

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  2. ...and on behalf of my wing I cherish my not-so emerged mantra.

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  3. Cand arta ta desavarsita ma lasa in agonie...tu...esti o fiinta minunata!Cuvintele ar fi de prisos.

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  4. pure soul no attachment shall bound you, but love!

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