Drink Deeply And Dream

~Drink Deeply And Dream~

In its image created dreams
where every image true to its word
as we take it in and create a dream
fluid and clean within its moment
Everything so easy to see
when blindness shattered
from the closed doors
and through the keyhole
This all up to the choices
and simple to see
that if no vote
then no rule
As the lies run deep
and the blindness stear
even the best of hearts
so hede caution
As so many time words spoken
of the stone in the pond
and the ripples created
from the shell our flesh
forget everything you belive
find the reality and the truth
just look deep into all history
and shatter the lies
I am but one who opens a window
and nowhere in it is control
not passion not love
only reality
And the reflection is yours to reflect
upon your future for all you want
yours next in kin to see and bleed
as the passage all mortal
This is revelation
and not by profets
but by the sain mind
and understanding of a truth.

The Poet Stefan© 2014

In This Moment….

“In This Moment”

Think not of the understanding the passion within
as non but the lie captured
while the beauty the comfort
the truth this reality
where life in contrast to death
a silver tread spawn through time a journey confide
blessed by the fire
in the heart
no land and no border
quite to rule its passing
by shadows unfolded the magick
bleed by love
as none as true as the touch
giveth unto me….

The Poet Stefan © 2014

Looking From The Window Of Creation

~Looking From The Window Of Creation~

Right there in that part of the mind where the mist connect the past
reflections of time wasted and not wasted
wast horizon in wisdom of age
to what once seamed so important now but air
the madness of youth and the mass hypnotic
but the reflection of death seamed so far away back then
We are trapped in stages of our time and our life
we follow some stream of life and taste
till a final goodbye
the rattle within through life and yet at the end but sleep
that is a reflection one would like to reflect and yet
for this soul hard to grasp in images of forever lost
We come into textures of old to hide behind fear
and yet created by whom this kingdom of madness
do you see the signs in the world order
or in a fact the blinding light of promised time
kept deep the window of creation
the secret of worth
No matter the creed or believes
the taste the same in death
but in this reflection hollow
faced by the lost of the knowledge
and to be born again and again
this to my reflection true….

©The Poet Stefan 2014-04-02