Seven Cosmic Poems

1)Semyaz Meets Azazel in the Pit

And there his sarcophagus drifts

Beneath the towering abyss cliffs

Stretching out of the dark deep

(With all its weight, sealing his fate),

No light, no day, only binding chains.

Lost, forgotten in the sands density.

Where no travelers have yet been

No roads or skies to befriend

Faceless skeletons, silent voices

They all embrace in this veil of dark

Embrace, by looks: face-to-face

Hungry, to fill the emptiness of space.

[As Semyaz meets Azazel

2)Human Origins

The Human Origins: possibly a mixture of ancient genetic mutations And a face-lift from Homo habilis to Homo creatures we are today. But who did the uplifting?

3)The Valley of the Arrows

[From: The Cadaverous Beasts of SSARG

The Twilight

Over the planet of jade

Turns from light emerald

To a deepand deeper green;

The campfire flickers

A pale blue gl ow:

Covers the foliage

In the Valley

With grave wide eyes

Turns everything a dark

Yellow-blue:

In the quiet

Valley of the Arrows!

#1229 4/29/06 [#1

4) Sweet Shadows

[From: The Cadaverous Beasts of SSARG

She hears echoes in the shadows

Come follow, come follow me

Leave Kings to Kings

And Queens to Queens

That will bring

Sorrow and laughter

Tomorrow.

The wild shadow bears a hum , Sunlight passes, but its trembling

Veils of gray stirred;

As they softly, shyly undo

The dark,

One hears:, I am here!

#1330 4/29/06 [#2

5) Moirommas Dawn

[Arctic planet on the rim, between

two solar systems, ours being one

Forlorn, the empires of this planet

Forgotten, is its sun, under its innumerable clouds

Arctic nights, sink below its morning star

And never an soul, shall ever know

The yearning of Moirommas peo ple!

#1372 6/9/06 [Written in Lima, Peru

6) The Black Galaxy

midnight mystery! That links the soul with sight

Like winds upon a mountains side

Glares your deepest sapphire eyes;

Here is Pandoras pyre,

Where chariots fly through nebulas.

midnight mystery! Here is the Black Galaxy?

Written at EP Caf, Miraflores, and Lima, Peru; 6/7/06; redone, 6/9/06: #1370

7) Granitic Dreams

Beauty becomes

Because life is short;

Tenderness, because its hard;

But fragile wings, we all have

With heavy vulture hearts

Love is brief at best

Grief, long and pale,

But underneath the haunted hills:

Under Granitic dreams and silence

Are magnificent twilights!

#1372 6/9/06

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Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Poetry
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