Mystic Poems
Phantom Grasp
by X Galatella
My ears had shrivelled
A soothing voice I’ve only felt
In dreams of mine before this yet
Before the night I’ve always kept
Fell upon me
“Have you forgotten how we spoke before?
Have you forgotten stacks of books
That we don’t need not anymore?”
......
Mistletoe Mist
by Ghairo Daniels
MISTLETOE MIST
Filled with peachy pleasure in parsley pastures
I eye eagle elegantly elevate in elongated flight
warriors wonder wisely about rising Sun
whispering wondrous worldly wishes across
abiding angelic appled air spun
elves and fairies pirouette in royal ribbons blue
with mystics maypoling as kittens mew
......
Yin Yang
by Mario Odekerken
Licht en donker
tegenpolen
verweven in het leven.
In de stilte
vindt de chaos zijn balans.
Elk moment
een dans van tegenstelling
waar harmonie bloeit.
The mystic Prince
by Robert Rittel
In a city, known for its pilgrimage and great antiquity,
there was a call for someone with integrity.
This metropolitan place is too much in control by criminal creeds,
while visitors struggle with impossible fees to stay and offering deeds.
A place which means a lot for spiritual liberation and speaking,
turned into a full of nothing, by self love and self seeking.
Rendering the false truth leading to the elected temple,
windows of perceptions turn into convenient antecedent.
Cathedrals and churches turn into museums,
coffee shops and cheap malls beating the drums.
......
Mistletoe Mist
by Ghairo Daniels
MISTLETOE MIST
Filled with peachy pleasure in parsley pastures
I eye eagle elegantly elevate in elongated flight
warriors wonder wisely about rising Sun
whispering wondrous worldly wishes across
abiding angelic appled air spun
elves and fairies pirouette in royal ribbons blue
with mystics maypoling as kittens mew
......
Phantom Grasp
by X Galatella
My ears had shrivelled
A soothing voice I’ve only felt
In dreams of mine before this yet
Before the night I’ve always kept
Fell upon me
“Have you forgotten how we spoke before?
Have you forgotten stacks of books
That we don’t need not anymore?”
......
Yin Yang
by Mario Odekerken
Licht en donker
tegenpolen
verweven in het leven.
In de stilte
vindt de chaos zijn balans.
Elk moment
een dans van tegenstelling
waar harmonie bloeit.
The mystic Prince
by Robert Rittel
In a city, known for its pilgrimage and great antiquity,
there was a call for someone with integrity.
This metropolitan place is too much in control by criminal creeds,
while visitors struggle with impossible fees to stay and offering deeds.
A place which means a lot for spiritual liberation and speaking,
turned into a full of nothing, by self love and self seeking.
Rendering the false truth leading to the elected temple,
windows of perceptions turn into convenient antecedent.
Cathedrals and churches turn into museums,
coffee shops and cheap malls beating the drums.
......
