Bells for Belphegor!... Where immortal veils never meet
Belphegor, Arch devil speaks:
In vagaries form,
With signs and signatures not yet born—;
The Tagaririm, order of the demon:
They come to meet, the King
Of Hell, and Demons,
They come from different worlds—
With scrolls, spells, untold powers
To hell, to hell to meet—Belphegor.. …and ring the bells, the bells…
To ring the bells for Belphegor!... #735 6/2005 A Reason for Existence The reason for existence was just to exist and enjoy the miracle—the answer always in His palm; if you seek you will find; so I read one time. My mother knew it. Me, I was always disheveled with its conspiracies and secrets…how foolish. #734 6/22/2005 Commentary: here are two different poems with different jolts, “Bells for Belphegor!...” and “A Reason for Existence”; one macabre in nature (where I walk under the blackened moon and paling sun); the other I call select, of a sacred nature; one of a devil (where necromantic arts are reborn); one of God, where existence rests. Sometimes in poetry (for me anyways) we must go behind the devils shadow; where subtle shades and nuance of meanings linger; but always seek the palm of God; and with a muster-seed of faith, one will be able to unlock the gate to the pit on the way out. Poet Dennis Siluk http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
|
Categories 
