Notre Dame de Paris ... searching the skies !

The coloured stained glass... the gothic architecture and the mysterie the mighty mysterie of Le Cathedrale Notre Dame de Paris. And it has currently been my current inspiration of writing and the beauty of the architecture is manifique ! 

so here is a clip from Notre Dame de Paris le Musical. 

And now carrying on. I have been thinking too much and nuff said. Here is a poem. 

Clouds 

Linking Heaven and Earth 

the bubbles rise up ward 

like the clouds of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. 

Man made clouds 

the pursuit of reaching God. 

Climb the ladder 

and find the nothingness at the end. 

The cirrus clouds 

spirits floating above from heaven 

they see hell 

the hell we suffer below. A

Party is being held. 

My mind encapsulates it all 

fixed in abstraction 

I destroy all Creation. 

Damn Gaia ! Damn Demeter, Damn it all. 

Fire and Brimstone I call 

upon this sodom and gomorra! 

God has abdicated. 

 

And I take control. Destroy it all. Rebuild it from the beginning again !

In my beginning, 

In my anger, I made separate the heavens earth 

call the sun the luna, throwing into empty space the violent stars 

black seas conjured up 

sky, the mist covering this rock rises from the demon grass. 

lecherous blossoms plague the land, as beasts and monsters roam the land.

And now, now I take the clay and mould 

pressing and on the wheel 

I make 

man. A formidable opponent. Let him 

Fail, the woman cutting into his rib, 

split his mind. 

The demon in the angel

white

gruel is what i feed on 

the sparrows eat better than I. 

Recreate Recreate ! 

The priest with his mindless chants, in the lost tongue 

and I, the pope, see all, 

instructor of my minions.

But who comes pass the gate

who make the prayer

that haunting voice 

the candles flicker at her entrance.  

The great warrior 

waits waits outside the mighty gate 

waiting patient and 

I, a prisoner in my heaven. 

And she brings my paradise 

to hell. 

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Right that was one rant... carrying on, my second poem on moi lolita ( yes it is very seldom that i write 2 poems in one day) 

Ghost

Missing from consciousness

I have not seen 

not followed, the gypsy that has bewitched my soul. 

Her dance 

is a tease to me 

poise and petit, the manner of her 

from the tip of her nose to her feet. 

takes my breath away. 

The ballet of her walk, all balanced. 

the stained glass of her eyes 

reflects beauty, the montage, painting the mona lisa. 

Guarded by gargoyles 

the towers with the saints standing by 

to judge the man 

to condemn him, let him claim "sanctuary !" 

the child like scrawl 

covers the paper 

a beauty, a childish nature

moi lolita. 

sitting there 

enticing me, I would have made a step if i were brave 

but no no, though my weathered exterior 

I am a timid dove. 

But it is she 

witch, putting a spell that causes my heart to 

beat, put back my life in me 

sew onto the linen of my heart. 

Threading 

piercing and weaving in her 

tender touch 

but firm the tension. binds it all. 

And I am trapped in the cage of desire 

the lost creature who is in 

love. With the great lady warrior.    

the other poem i will post later... enjoy