POETRY 01

+++NAVIGATION+++

POETRY - 'SUB-CONSCIOUS MEANDERINGS' MAIN MENU



POETRY written by Rolan Reboso



'THE EMBALMER'

Rough and restless palm of an old gifted hand
Timber wrinkled skin tired for blood and stench
Swaying dead slow such waiting quick sand
The veins not calm resembling snakes in wrench
Of His nails uncut where somber remain
Of his stately fingers disturbed hence trembling
The art is till there even on the grudge of pain
The skilled artist's hand finely never descending
Now the moon is shy and the night was his bride
Making each mortal gland ache for peace and rest
On a humble retiring scheme and yielding pride
The hand farewell and rest upon his chest
As his eyes blinks for last to sleep peacefully at last
His hand collapsed and wind aghast the embalmers end

Photobucket

'THEATER 8'

Row of third upon gleaming lodge where I sat
On a movie themed war and an aristocrat
Nearing midnight for a show full and last
Mortal, I with a certain uncanny enthusiast
Three empty sits there she sat a lady in white
Loosed strands hid her fro the inferior light
She wore those silken petals embedded yet real
Blinded I can't see the beauty she conceal
She mourn I hark those lines she speaks unclear
Crestfallen lips pout no sweet thus tragic sheer
The film sings end convoy casts to see
Among the few I fixed and stood except she
Now the curtain close and lights were on
Revealed the movie full I sat that row alone

Photobucket

'APRIL CLOVER'

An empty artist's palm and a tainted pastel
Clemency I lust the pleasure of April wishes
Those bridal steps on a procession of air castle
Sailing silver coffin of my sorrow, I unleashes
Oh Kiss me winter sweet not winter cold
Kiss me autumnal lips red at tender most
Hastily I hope and grope that clover to hold
I touch- I cannot touch, clover I lost
I smell- I cannot smell; the clover scent
Grudge I weave and death I wish ever forlorn
The clover is breath near, yet fancy not meant
But embers won't wither, I stay though I mourn
Nay, would I forget then say in grey or never
Air castle; I'll keep you forever, April clover

Photobucket

'MOONLIT DANCERS'

last...kiss...ember
last...dance...ember

Circling clouds of closing heavens door
Shivering stars of shrinking heavens floor
O love please dance with me
O love please dies with me
let me drink your blood
and lend the doom! doom! doom!

Clear the windfall cold of winter tree
Tore the linking vines of winter tree
O love please dance with me
O love please die with me
I let you have my blood
and let you bloom! bloom! bloom!

last...kiss...ember
last...dance...ember

Hear the death most tone of rotten crypts
Dance like dead among the rotten crypts
O love please dance with me
O love please die with me
let me drink your blood
and lend the doom! doom! doom!

Here's my blood my wine in water red
Drink my blood my wine in water red
O love please dance with me
O love please die with me
I let you have my blood
and let you bloom! bloom! bloom!

Photobucket

'TALE OF THE TWO CAPRICORNS AND THE CROWS'

January twins, tormented dolls
Daughters of the twilight crows
From the black sanctuary
The undisturbed monastery

Lonely army of two sisters
Goddess of the omen birds
O blood! Birds not angels
O death! Birds not angels

Each time they both cry
Each time they both suffer
Crows lust for blood
Slay and devour for blood

For every crystal tears falling
Upon the two Capricorns eyes
Another blood river
Another red river

For every scars and wounds
Upon the two vestal heart
Black wings claps for death
Black winged birds of death

Now on the nineteenth
The more their beauty blooms
Two monastery clovers
Two Capricorn clovers

One black winter moon
They found a fallen knight
Blood bathed under the rain
Almost dead under the rain

With the sisters helping hand
And soft stellar heart
They pamper the bleeding knight
They save the dying Knight

With this mortal warrior
Of his gentle passion
They both fell in love
Earth deep in love

But for the garden of love
Only destined for two
Thus one has to be loved
Thus one has to suffer

The broken one cries from endless heaven
To kill her first and only knight
Then omen birds devours the man
Omen birds kill her only man

Of the first knight death
The other one cries from the endless hell
Beg for her sister's doom
Crave for her sisters doom

Now the legion crows
Now here as she wish
Lust her sister's blood and flesh
Devouring her sisters blood and flesh

To complete the death triangle
To finish the tragedy
Among the crows she offer herself
Among the crows she gave herself

As the masters wish
Death! It has to be done
The last blood of the two Capricorns
The tragedy of the two Capricorns




Add 'anti- C.H.R.I.S.T.-zine' on Myspace:

*click banner below*
anti- C.H.R.I.S.T.-zine MYSPACE LINK

© 2009 An 'anti-C.H.R.I.S.T.-zine' Partnership

Email: anti_conformity666@yahoo.com