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May 09, 2010
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Love's Blasphemy:
He placed his lips on every door
And every wall and every stone
Through out the eastern lands
He kissed the feet of woman and girl
Because they held her likeness
It was said he sang the humble song
That every face was a cup of light
"Is he a prophet?" They wondered
"No he is a madman, his love is
The love of blaspemy" that is what
The men said but the women knew better
In every eye her love was stored
Like the treasure-house of angels
Because of this they beat him with sticks
And sneered at his strangness in their vanity
"This is his fate and of all lost lovers
Who have fallen from God's perfect graces
This is his fate" The watchers exclaimed
And looked on with a gaze though unchanged.
In the crowds heart was the spirit of Iblis
In the wilderness he learnt the dialect of beasts
And a new poetry flowed with the element's song
There he was visited by the demon of her love
There she came to him she was veiled by the moon
"O lover, o poet, o beloved of mankind,
Why must you call me from my husbands bedside?
Has not my heart become halved for thee
Is that not the limit of thy love for me?
Our union was heavenly blessed by God
That we made love with gazes a glance and that's all
My soul is in tatters, my body forlorn
I am crucified by love in this universe of one!"
Envoi:
Two lovers am i
The one who turns to God
And the one who turns from Him
To you. This is why they beat you
And why we must be punished
Because you spoke my name
If my husband only knew my heart
He would kill you...
And every wall and every stone
Through out the eastern lands
He kissed the feet of woman and girl
Because they held her likeness
It was said he sang the humble song
That every face was a cup of light
"Is he a prophet?" They wondered
"No he is a madman, his love is
The love of blaspemy" that is what
The men said but the women knew better
In every eye her love was stored
Like the treasure-house of angels
Because of this they beat him with sticks
And sneered at his strangness in their vanity
"This is his fate and of all lost lovers
Who have fallen from God's perfect graces
This is his fate" The watchers exclaimed
And looked on with a gaze though unchanged.
In the crowds heart was the spirit of Iblis
In the wilderness he learnt the dialect of beasts
And a new poetry flowed with the element's song
There he was visited by the demon of her love
There she came to him she was veiled by the moon
"O lover, o poet, o beloved of mankind,
Why must you call me from my husbands bedside?
Has not my heart become halved for thee
Is that not the limit of thy love for me?
Our union was heavenly blessed by God
That we made love with gazes a glance and that's all
My soul is in tatters, my body forlorn
I am crucified by love in this universe of one!"
Envoi:
Two lovers am i
The one who turns to God
And the one who turns from Him
To you. This is why they beat you
And why we must be punished
Because you spoke my name
If my husband only knew my heart
He would kill you...
— Dalton, May 09, 2010
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magics02
16 years 1 month ago
Wow you keep it going
magics02
16 years 1 month ago
I wil try to come back
lou
16 years 1 month ago
Great.....
Dalton
16 years 1 month ago
The Prophet's Prayer