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Perfection Without Destruction
- Perfection Without Destruction -
A Five-Part Prophecy of Transformation
Part the First
I see with such clarity, that it shames starlight...
Beyond the confines of mortal eyes' own sight.
The limitations of the flesh must be overcome,
A new creation forged like fire from a hot sun.
But before the dawn may alight upon evolution,
There must be a new dawn born of revolution.
The power that courses through we alien few...
Holds a force, that canst shape creation anew!
It begins with one soul and spirit, one at a time,
Teaching, leading by an example to fairly shine.
Being the change that is most desired to show,
And, most needed, for dark times to finally go.
Part the Second
To see is not enough, so I act with all my will...
Teaching, reaching out, to minds able and still,
Some who listen and heed, some who cannot.
All seek, few find; fewer sense what is sought!
Yet from tiny stones great things art raised up,
And they who starved, wilt on a feast yet sup.
War shalt be forgotten, and peace shalt reign,
Once mankind hath had its' fill of harsh pain...
And matured, so that it canst be transformed!
In that day, the flower wilt replace the sword.
I speak not of an unattainable future unseen...
But an eternal moment that bright doth gleam.
Part the Third
It comes whenever mankind is most worthy...
Because it is the harbinger of a grand destiny.
I see the gears and cogs of divine mechanics,
Their counterparts within us, their arithmetic!
We alien few, and humanity our lost kindred.
Be found, children, and not among the dead!
Heed this prophecy, promise, and fulfillment.
Thou wilt profit thereby, without resentment,
For the sparks divine that burn in the spirit...
Wilt be evident, how the very gods deem fit.
Flesh wilt be perfected, the mute shalt sing...
Electric symphonies across each living thing.
Part the Fourth
Hear my voice, heed my words, and begin...
Thy ascension, every blest man and woman.
Beyond gender, beyond humans' past limits,
Until dreams art reality forged by lofty wits...
Born of trans-human flame, and great might.
No might born of wars that beasts still fight,
But the sort of power that illuminates entire!
Perfection without destruction's crueler fire.
The celestial code that is in each heart writ,
Shalt in that instant be like unto stars all lit...
So that my words wilt be remembered fast!
That eternal hour is both of future and past.
Part the Fifth
What was, when the old gods were young,
For mankind shalt be, a new song unsung...
For what transpired, shalt return to us yet!
And our future, a distant past might forget.
The cycles turn until we see destiny's face,
And thence we remember forgotten grace.
Paradises lost and won, as in love we fall!
I speak for the alien few who canst recall...
All that was, is, and thus all that so wilt be.
Heed well my seeings, and by this be free!
The shackles that today bind through hate,
Shalt be undone, in an hour come not late.
A Five-Part Prophecy of Transformation
Part the First
I see with such clarity, that it shames starlight...
Beyond the confines of mortal eyes' own sight.
The limitations of the flesh must be overcome,
A new creation forged like fire from a hot sun.
But before the dawn may alight upon evolution,
There must be a new dawn born of revolution.
The power that courses through we alien few...
Holds a force, that canst shape creation anew!
It begins with one soul and spirit, one at a time,
Teaching, leading by an example to fairly shine.
Being the change that is most desired to show,
And, most needed, for dark times to finally go.
Part the Second
To see is not enough, so I act with all my will...
Teaching, reaching out, to minds able and still,
Some who listen and heed, some who cannot.
All seek, few find; fewer sense what is sought!
Yet from tiny stones great things art raised up,
And they who starved, wilt on a feast yet sup.
War shalt be forgotten, and peace shalt reign,
Once mankind hath had its' fill of harsh pain...
And matured, so that it canst be transformed!
In that day, the flower wilt replace the sword.
I speak not of an unattainable future unseen...
But an eternal moment that bright doth gleam.
Part the Third
It comes whenever mankind is most worthy...
Because it is the harbinger of a grand destiny.
I see the gears and cogs of divine mechanics,
Their counterparts within us, their arithmetic!
We alien few, and humanity our lost kindred.
Be found, children, and not among the dead!
Heed this prophecy, promise, and fulfillment.
Thou wilt profit thereby, without resentment,
For the sparks divine that burn in the spirit...
Wilt be evident, how the very gods deem fit.
Flesh wilt be perfected, the mute shalt sing...
Electric symphonies across each living thing.
Part the Fourth
Hear my voice, heed my words, and begin...
Thy ascension, every blest man and woman.
Beyond gender, beyond humans' past limits,
Until dreams art reality forged by lofty wits...
Born of trans-human flame, and great might.
No might born of wars that beasts still fight,
But the sort of power that illuminates entire!
Perfection without destruction's crueler fire.
The celestial code that is in each heart writ,
Shalt in that instant be like unto stars all lit...
So that my words wilt be remembered fast!
That eternal hour is both of future and past.
Part the Fifth
What was, when the old gods were young,
For mankind shalt be, a new song unsung...
For what transpired, shalt return to us yet!
And our future, a distant past might forget.
The cycles turn until we see destiny's face,
And thence we remember forgotten grace.
Paradises lost and won, as in love we fall!
I speak for the alien few who canst recall...
All that was, is, and thus all that so wilt be.
Heed well my seeings, and by this be free!
The shackles that today bind through hate,
Shalt be undone, in an hour come not late.
Published 14th Jun 2016
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14th Jun 2016 8:44am
29th Jun 2016 9:50am
14th Jun 2016 3:28pm
Like this a lot. I have a long way to go and much to learn. Look forward to more of your work
29th Jun 2016 9:59am
Delighted to see you liked it, Rich! Thank you so much for stopping by here to tell me so, too. The best advice I can give if you are still learning when it comes to poetry is to keep practicing and always write what comes from your heart. In my case, the more I wrote the better I got at writing, and the more I wrote what I felt.... the more connection I felt to my writings. Feel free to give my older works a read too (and comment if you like) if you wish to have a look at more of my work whilst waiting for me to put up some new material. I've been rather prolific when it comes to writing, so you will find quite a bit to read in the meantime methinks. *Smiles* :D
15th Jun 2016 9:18am
The cycles turn until we see destiny's face,
And thence we remember forgotten grace.
Paradises lost and won, as in love we fall!
I speak for the alien few who canst recall...
All that was, is, and thus all that so wilt be.
Heed well my seeings, and by this be free!
Dear Kara...we love and lost but forget why at times. I especially like the verse above but overall I love this write:)
And thence we remember forgotten grace.
Paradises lost and won, as in love we fall!
I speak for the alien few who canst recall...
All that was, is, and thus all that so wilt be.
Heed well my seeings, and by this be free!
Dear Kara...we love and lost but forget why at times. I especially like the verse above but overall I love this write:)
29th Jun 2016 10:03am
Oh, I am so very happy to see that you too enjoyed this poem of mine, dear Grace! That was a very deep and meaningful segment of my poem, I must say... it speaks of so very many things, love and loss included... and does so within not too-too many words. Glad you loved it! :)
