DARK PAINTERS- A-B-C
63MODERN DARK ART
CONTEMPORARY PAINTERS
AMANDA SAGE - AMERICAN PAINTER, BORN IN DENVER, 1970
ANNE BACHELIER- FRENCH PAINTER
BRIAN HOOVER- AMERICAN PAINTER, BORN IN PENNSYLVANIA
BRIGID MARLING- AMERICAN PAINTER ,BORN IN WASHINGTON
CANIGLIA- AMERICAN PAINTER, BORN IN NEBRASKA, 1970
CLAUDE VERLINDE- FRENCH PAINTER
ASCENSION
I'M LIFTED BY THE POWER,
PULLED UP FROM THE WORLD,
TRANSPORTED TO A UNIVERSE
OF INFINITE QUIETNESS.
THE STILLNESS OF THE TIME
EXPOSED AS A TRICK.
INVENTION OF A MIND
WHICH TRAVELS THROUGH THE VOID.
NO FUTURE AND NO PAST.
THE PRESENT FLOWING CALM,
EVOLVING INTO A DREAM.
NOTHING LEFT BEHIND.
IN FRONT ,THE NARROW PATH
LEADING TO THE SOURCE.
AGAIN.
FEATHERS AND DRAGONS
LIKE A FAIRY TALE,
TOLD IN A WINTER NIGHT....
THE SNOW FALLING DOWN
IN RIVOULETTES,
COVERING THE COBBLED STREET
WITH COLD CARESSES..
BEHIND THE COURTAINS,
WE WATCH
THE FROZEN DANCE
OF SNOW FLAKES,
WHILE THE FIRE WARMS OUR HEARTS.
IN AWE WE LISTEN TO THE BARD
THAT SINGS SO WOUNDROUS TALES.
DRAGONS BITING MAIDENS' LIPS,
WHILE BEHIND A FEATHERED FAN,
A GODDESS SMILES IN SCORN.
FAUNS AND SATYRS GIVING WAY
TO PASSIONS.
LUST LONG LOST.
RANDOM WHIMS AND LIGHT CAPRICES,
BESTOWED ON FAIRIES' LORES.
FLIGHT OF THE CHURCHES
NO MORE TRUTHS,
NO MORE GOALS.
THE WORLD IS CLOSED
TO GOD'S ENTERPRISES.
PRIESTS AND PRIESTESS
CLOSING THEIR EYES,
SHAKING THEIR HEADS...
THEY TREAD ALONG
THE PATHS OF GLORY,
WITH NO MORE PSALM
TO PRAISE THEIR DEEDS.
THE SAINTS
GO BACK TO SLEEP FOR EVER.
THE CHURCHES FLY,
SCAPING SCORN,
DISGRACE, COMTEMPT.
SOMEWHERE THEY'LL FIND
ANOTHER PLACE
TO FOUND THEIR STONES.
DEAD SOULS
IN PAIN
IN VAIN
SO BLIND
NO MIND
DISTRESS
AND STRESS
VOID ARMS
ALARMS
AND EMPTYNESS
Poems
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loua says:
3 months ago
Very very cool, a look at the soul of humanity as it really is, perplexed by its own ingenious nature...
The spectrum of thought you have captured is quite indicative of a very free thought willing to explore the depths of consciousness...
Your verse/lyrics are intuitive discoveries that makes the author more informed than most...
I am glade to have been lead to this respite, the world is a peculiar place of little form without the artist to invent its discovery...
Thanks,