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Monthly Archives: July 2018
Cinemagical
Running everywhere, wildly, excited to fill his bucket with moonlight, the young, eager disicple turned to his mentor and said, with a crushing sense of zealous overwhelm– But it’s everywhere! So so much yet none of it stays in the … Continue reading
Turning
After the deluge of pink, new rain softens earth– something’s got to give.
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Tagged how the earth turns, John Biscello, poem, soft soak, soil by any other name, when the rains come
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Sweet & Lowdown
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”–Oscar Wilde In the beginning, guttersongs carved from starstuff– we got down with gods.
Cinema
In a starless sky, night hastens to remind us– Ghosts pass softly, fade.
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Tagged fade-in, fade-out, ghosts, haiku, John Biscello, night, poem, sky, Stars
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Blowtorch Song
Sometimes I feel like a child who, recruited for catalytic growth, has been given a blowtorch to raze and plant the greenest seeds in a plot of earth, overlooking a bluff, where the silver-tongued sea meets immutable stone.
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Tagged alchemical reaction, blowtorch song, John Biscello, poem, the elements, the greenest seeds
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Fourteenth Night
When the gospel bites at your bones your skeleton dances the charged, hidden keys, and if music be the flood of soul, play on, as if dawn’s banquet were a set course.
Burn Baby Burn
Please, do not be afraid of your bardic voice, it only wants to burn through toxic dross and spiritual plaque, it burns, with the soul’s best interest at heart, and your responsibility as an alchemical user, is how to turn … Continue reading
Walk This Way, the Remix
The heart’s reminder– When walking through the necessary gateway, the portal conscripted to your own fulfillment and radiant quest, it is not about reinventing the science and geometry of walking, but rather, taking steps, simply, boldly, one after the next, … Continue reading
Boy
I am a young boy, fated to innocence, walking through the lavender mist of Time’s softly slipped dream, every grain of sand a stitch in the marvel of kingdom’s comely veil.
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Tagged boy, dream, hymn, innocence, John Biscello, poem, sea, wonder, words
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