Jon Irenicus, the redeemer
It started with words
in the madness of his thoughts
the slayer, the conqueror
The silent Guardian
of his own virtual world
Where he lies beneath the Sky
A mad dreamer, daydreaming away
his own defeated past
in the oneness of his words.
he questions?
why do you submit
to this caged body, of flesh and bone
when there is such untapped power
inside you.
why not release the scars
from their definitions of meaning
where the flame, within your inner ray
never forgets to gleam
Like a candle in the wind
where the lost voices of Diana
pacify the storm, raging in our minds
Where the mind
like a restless lake
finds bliss, in the
tranquility of minds,
but his restless mind
with outstretched arms
embrace, the soft roar of waves,
found in the vastness of Oceans
drowning
his docile words
reigniting
his dormant voice
in the spheres of life
where the remainder
of his journey
remains unfulfilled
in the fossilized remains
of civilizations lost
where he seeks his dreams
Digging the seeds of
change, in the garden
of his words.
in his beauteous
deeds
of Creation
merging in oneness, of the Ocean,
and he starts a maiden voyage
like the beginnings
of sailors poetry
finding...
the shorelines
of an Unknown island
where he draws the line
in his fragile mind
undefined by the bloodlines
of his freedom.
Manifesting his breath
of life, where the valley
sleeps, in jubilant peace
where Unicorns
roams in freedom
and his ink
overflows
with the tears of his kingdom
Where his dreams, born free,
echoed from the mountain
ranges
where rangers fight, for the cause of change
marking an end, to all wargames
breathing life, to the singing tree
lost in the yellow pages of history
And the leaves, moved
with the tree of life
rewritten in the book of life,
where life, is but an open dream
in the water-clock of time
singing in oneness
with cloud number nine.
