Coral Hull: Poetry: Famous Poet Dreamscape [Pictorial]: Famous Poet Dreamscape

I MACKENZIE KNIGHT I A CHILD OF WRATH A GOD OF LOVE I FALLEN ANGELS EXPOSED I

CORAL HULL: FAMOUS POET DREAMSCAPE
FAMOUS POET DREAMSCAPE

"Therefore He says: “Awake, you who sleep, Arise from the dead, And Christ will give you light." [Ephesians 5:14, The Holy Bible, KJV]

Thinking of Leonard Cohen

It’s two thirty in the morning, the date doesn’t matter,
I’m writing this now, for the lost man, the searcher
Eva Valley is windy, but I like what God’s given me
His Word rests in the layers of my old empty sheets.

I heard that you waited all your life, for the unattainable.
You’ve gone from the city of the perishing, into the spirit eternal.
Your poetry, your vanity – the diary of ‘no answer’ left behind.

Yes, and did he walk, close by the crack in your door,
Since you had written about him before,
But when the siren of love and hate, called from the pier,
Did you ever wake up from the dream?

The last time you sang, your lyrics were weaker
Your famous poet dreamscape, called the lost to the cliffs.
You’d been to the hotel room, to meet every woman, and
You came to your next song, hard, empty handed.

And did you treat our creator, like a ghost to your life?
And when he passed by you, your eyes did not open …

Well, I see you there, inspired by dark angels of light
One bird on the wire, longing to escape,
Well, I see you’re asleep …
Amongst a world of sleepwalkers.
All trying to find a way home, with their monsters.

And what can I write here, about ‘lovers’ and ‘poets’.
What can I possibly kill with these words?
In a place, where the truth comes, in the form of a devil
Who spirits their famous sad hearts away.

If you ever came to, on the verge of your going,
Where your enemy was defeated and your spirit is saved.
But what would anyone care?
They who walk beside you, in the own separate dreams.
Not every opening lets the light in …

Yes, and did he walk, close by the crack in your door,
Since you had written about him before,
When the siren of love and hate, called from the pier.
Did you expect him to appear in her place?

I’ll never know, but I know your pain was sincere
And that you were a beautiful loser.
And that Montreal’s murals mean nothing.

"Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me." [Revelation 3:20, The Holy Bible, KJV]
    

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