Orphan of the Silence

Pumping blood with the rhythm of iambic pentameter The gold at the end of the colorful parabolas Is just the right thing for me to write and sing For you to understand the light that you always bring To me... The worlds in my head Transmuted to visions; Parnassus from lead Dead rise from dirt beds with the words that I said And I'm understood as the solar flares spread, yes The transformation of white spaces And blue lines to blue skies and white clouds. I take the Runes from the tongue of Bragi, tablets from The Ibis Mix the darkness of Nyx with all the love of Isis As I write this. Pen trumps katana When lost in loose leaves; a jungle in the Autumn Apollo at Delphi with dragons and diamonds Told me, 'Just keep writing, Orphan of the Silence' Granodiorite stone for vibrations A forest matrix, The Oracle is ageless Sunbeams in ink streams, pursue the oasis Of aquamarine dreams. Thrice-Greatness X marks the spot in the Valley of the Muses Golden-tongue Mugen, yugen into music Glide across the paper with the wings of a wordsmith until my feathered pen turns to a feathered serpent; Quetzalcoatl - Full sun, full throttle. Pages full of poems fill up messages in bottles And they light up the shore like Dino Red Tide The reverse Light Yagami; notes that bring life So all hail The Water King - Lord of Helicon; Land where lost lexicons are like frozen hexagons As they fall from the sky, you catch them in your tongue Spring of Hippocrene sparkles under the soft sun And I breathe deep. Tap into ineffable oneness Balanced rhythm on the scales flow with poetic justice Lost in the spirit world, a giant green lion Told me, 'Just keep writing, Orphan of the Silence' Granodiorite stone for vibrations A forest matrix, The Oracle is ageless Sunbeams in ink streams, pursue the oasis Of aquamarine dreams. Thrice-Greatness