I am the scripture
born from a light in the night.
Vague memory of a dream,
line that strays among the stars.
Wandering through the loops of time.
Resurrecting forgotten faces ,
nostalgia for vanished realms
whose glory can not longer be read.
Eternity frozen in the gaze
of the stone scribe ...
I am the fragile word
which settles on the scent
of the moment
and flies away ...
I am the sacred word
engraved in the ledger forever.
My name somewhere in blue letters...
Unknown rebel who leaves
a cry on the walls !
Call in the cold silence
that no one hears ...
we can't understand
the message of the shade.
Or just the echo of a lie...
And decipher these thoughts
drawn by a child's hand ...
But high walls also fall
and smiles fade away
in the marble of the tombs ...
Angels inspire riddles
on the skin of clouds ,
passes by the crowd
without a glance ...
Is it the demon's wisdom ?
the mark of the serpent ?
Artifice of the intelligence ...
Just the abyss for the erratic
who laugh at mystery ...
I am the scripture .
Holy madness and revelry
where the cursed poet drinks...
Dawnless mornings
of the recumbent figures ,
twilight whence no one returns...
Beyond gold and vile ,
I am the scripture .
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
A poem that speaks as holy writ a proclamation and warning. It is a call for conversion and belief. Nicely worded.
Ambivalent scripture .Holy or Evil ? Invitation to all conversions...
Indeed
enjoyed this immensely
Unfathomable mystical delirium !
as is life
A hymn to the Word as eternal matter, which preserves the past and opens the door to eternity.
The word establishes an identity and claims eternity !
A sacred chant !
Very nice .
dust erases ancient words
but the memory of the wind
remains suspended life
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