The Feast Of The Reptiles Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

The Feast Of The Reptiles



Rarely have i seen such beauty

Or tasted in truth such a secret of life

I said goodbye in an awfull way

we are the shadow of the palace of sceptered treasures

Such was the monument to beauty with no shadow

I say no to beauty, that sort of opera
then i let resentment cluter like space junk
i say no, isay yes to sain tropez, deliriums near the cairo mosques, pharo has arrived at the banquet, where the food was endles, and amimed to satify the virile dimension of the bride

for i held you highest

and it took me years to compose

and then as fesh you yielde to him and the shadows where orchestrated to keep me in hell with envy

but i confess and god absolves me
i come to see what is the darker side to me

full of junk which is just junk and has no liquidity

not nectar of paradise

reflection of excelent admirers

my head turns into a mosque

again falls amongst the junk

where are you constelation, alchemy of gayety

bridge to

concience of geen fields for we fall upon the flowerbeds, and we ride on the back of the winged one, we listen to the wind

we never leave the forest

the music turns us into reptiles

ubiquitus happyness induced by the tango unleashes

the beast

born to dance through the fountain

embrace the foam

taste the blood

finds the wolfs fur

secret way to elisium

passed the white guards

we are the destiny of the theatrical story of the hero entrance to the sacred altar
, inducing everlasting happyness, laced with rampant colured slaves that fan away the excesive heat, that has already unveiled the vigour of our times

excelent substance, of our childike desire for bliss

desire for the mountain to touch the ground

memories prefered and stored in the memory of junk times

cristal river that flows endlessly, sweet memories of her beautifull affection that she would reluctantly give

suspition of creation and its tests

surfing on a ton of champagne foam


and is just an obstacle to communion

I can get use d to communion, because i love you very mouch

if you had a defect id kiss it better

and make you ssee god and abolution

we will pick up some acorns along the way

and laugh of the tragedy of our life but hugging and face to face maybe kiss

with love lifes good to christions, the clouds are a bouquet in loves hands
and you feel your floating

like with a new pair of trainers


resentment came to cloud, but i cursed it

i want a clean square

to shut murder in, forever

put it on a shelf

and have my dinner

i throw th weeds like resentments out of the garden


But my destination is stricter

and every rose has its thorn

the thorn in my life was her charms that poisoned me with happyness

she like a starr in the night
Is in the dark, night before the morning light floods, the ugly stones

The iguanas

Made of sandstones

A lighthouse in history

Part of the landscape, of trees,

I percieve the winds direction

Goes rom one place to another

Moves

I move towards you

Your house is a palace devoted to bliss, and happines

With future firmament not without form

A mixture of darknes and light

Operas i love

Your ink grazes the centre of life

Oasis that make the desert

I prefer the jungle


Or the green plateoux


The breast of a damsel obsesses you

Your eyes swarm

Jungle jungle

The city is burning

The plants photosithesise, and transform light, photosyntesis to produce more organisms to populate the planet.

Into a shape

The universe was created without form

And it was void

But not nul

The reflection of the water was his will

To be executed on this planet

The people were also a manifestation of his desires to acomplish,

Us transient sheep that cross the universe of the sacred imagination

Of the prince

In the rib of the antichrist

Gordian knot

White starr

White guards of the lyrical outpouring

can i help it if your special to me, my only hope my ray of light in the darkness

i felt the violennce of feeling

and it centred on

and it ended in tarmac, we im hard

and this sort of quaintnes or insanity

this sort of biological beauty is deceptive anyway
we still in the dark after all tese years

we need to feed desire

like a burning flame to keep us warm, haleluyah


from the deepths to the elevated whitery of the rythm and music
On me

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 09 August 2013

sacred imagination, I like it, good write.

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