Wanton Sin And Devotion
by Joyosemar Kaboco
Oh... epic, I exalt the soul wide open on the trail of poetry,
The grinding of teeth, in the Nubian jungle that cultivates armageddon.
I exalt the ovidio of the black canvases painted with the pain of the dragged virgins
Through the currents of sarcasm, 'EDO TREVO, ' the supreme pontiff sneers at this triviality; Bonfires, dungeons, shackles, reason and pain.
Although liberated in the puberty thought of luthero, lies the criticism in the lost paradise.
The chipped stone is transformed into a relic of death, the beautiful and ugly one witnesses the scales of men's wrath.
Oh... Epic, hatred creeps to the precipice, Frustrated in its devices, conquered and expelled resurrected in vast wasteland of the dead land.
God and heaven, the lap of blessing, the light of light, the darkness and songs of the Fatherland throne of Edenism.
Oh... Epic, I sacrifice my flock on the blood of Cain and devour in jubilation the anonymous mother's home of the belly paradise deceived.
Oh... Epic, triumph disoriented wandering over the waters of the flood in a lost land.
Legions and angels guarding the Ark of the Covenant. By God and Heavens.
The grinding of teeth, in the Nubian jungle that cultivates armageddon.
I exalt the ovidio of the black canvases painted with the pain of the dragged virgins
Through the currents of sarcasm, 'EDO TREVO, ' the supreme pontiff sneers at this triviality; Bonfires, dungeons, shackles, reason and pain.
Although liberated in the puberty thought of luthero, lies the criticism in the lost paradise.
The chipped stone is transformed into a relic of death, the beautiful and ugly one witnesses the scales of men's wrath.
Oh... Epic, hatred creeps to the precipice, Frustrated in its devices, conquered and expelled resurrected in vast wasteland of the dead land.
God and heaven, the lap of blessing, the light of light, the darkness and songs of the Fatherland throne of Edenism.
Oh... Epic, I sacrifice my flock on the blood of Cain and devour in jubilation the anonymous mother's home of the belly paradise deceived.
Oh... Epic, triumph disoriented wandering over the waters of the flood in a lost land.
Legions and angels guarding the Ark of the Covenant. By God and Heavens.
* * *
Accolade
by Carmine Giordano
Sieved
down
to the basics
to the bare bone
of it
the hard part
this
being human
the animal
conjoined
to spirit
and knowing
this
oh brave
man
and woman
spinning
alone
among
the stars
* * *
Autumnal
by Earnest Christopher Dowson
Pale amber sunlight falls across
The reddening October trees,
That hardly sway before a breeze
As soft as summer: summer's loss
Seems little, dear! on days like these.
Let misty autumn be our part!
The twilight of the year is sweet:
Where shadow and the darkness meet
Our love, a twilight of the heart
Eludes a little time's deceit.
Are we not better and at home
In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
No harvest joy is worth a dream?
A little while and night shall come,
A little while, then, let us dream.
Beyond the pearled horizons lie
Winter and night: awaiting these
We garner this poor hour of ease,
Until love turn from us and die
Beneath the drear November trees.
The reddening October trees,
That hardly sway before a breeze
As soft as summer: summer's loss
Seems little, dear! on days like these.
Let misty autumn be our part!
The twilight of the year is sweet:
Where shadow and the darkness meet
Our love, a twilight of the heart
Eludes a little time's deceit.
Are we not better and at home
In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
No harvest joy is worth a dream?
A little while and night shall come,
A little while, then, let us dream.
Beyond the pearled horizons lie
Winter and night: awaiting these
We garner this poor hour of ease,
Until love turn from us and die
Beneath the drear November trees.