Four Masks Appeared Then One Spirit

a mantel sphere clock

a key opening another universe than the one we live in

the visual experience of a mass visitation

the people I've met over the years

someone asks me what I plan to do next

THE FIRST MASK APPEARS:

shadowing the entrance to the beginning

looking to us with a torn bleeding ear

straw hair

green eyes and

a painted face that glows yellow in the night

he is the ghost of a man who has been sent to us

after the serving of his own penitence

bringing a formality to our journey

THE GATE OPENS

those of us who have been here before are determined

not to be distracted by the apparition of the darkness

the others who are here who have never experienced

this kind of conjecture stare off

surmising that an invocation of some kind

has brought them to this place of murmur

the contemplation on their faces

tells me they have concerns to why they have been summoned

THE JOURNEY TO THE OUTSIDE

I heard the calling and answered a voice

calm and collective

noble

crashing

above the gathering

a thundering crackle shattering across the atmosphere

someone screaming inside my mind

The Words Of The Night

you are with us now

this is the way to the genesis of your dream

you are here because you choose to be

your desire to know me to find the truth has brought you to me

the petition for the future lies here within

The Second Mask Appears:

hanging in the air the face of a mighty warrior

standing on the edge of altruistic fatalism

waiting on each of us to reveal to him our anatomy

his dark jet hair covering his shoulders

his left eye has a painted star across it

and moon stains cover his clothing

he has a dark purple face and his lips are black cold

he chants the story of his quest never looking to see our reaction

some here have decided to stay and fight beside him

there are others who feel sympathy for his cause

but can not make the concourse decision necessary to stay

their past convictions preventing them from participating

in this kind of radical ideology

EACH OF US TRAVELS A DIFFERENT ROAD TO THE GATE

some of those who are here look lost

frightened and not even knowing why

The Third Mask Appears:

her sweet notes of understanding an invitation for us to come closer to her

sharing with us her considerations

thoughts of staying here forever cross my mind

she is dressed in a long gown that folds in the breeze

there are fairies following her as she crosses the sky in front of us

her locked white hair lies down to her waist

her eyes are a deep hypnotic gray

her lips a dark blue she whispers to me asking me to come with her

further into the dreams vision

she is asking me to leave this world-to go with her to the next

Her Voice is so Serene Her Eyes so Significant

The Words Of The Night

some of you will remain true to the cause

while others of you will eventually turn away from the quest

and seek refuge with the coxswain of necropolis

i ask you to come into the labyrinth of the mantel

from here the world you leave behind is only a blue marble picture

to be looked upon with agitation to be painted any color at will

from here you will find faith brings the knowledge of the tomorrow you seek

FROM EVERY SIDE OF THE PRISM THERE IS A REFLECTION

The Fourth Mask:

An Ecclesiastical Spirit Appears:

he has a devoted Phoenix perched on his shoulder

he is holding a staff that has a crystal sphere of provisory sonorous

in the darkness behind him there is vicariousness

and a walkway that leads away form the light of the lanterns

that surround him
the forces of judicious lineage wait with him

he is the messenger

the seeker

the pilot for those who will listen to his word

The Words Of The Night

you must be willing to dedicate yourself to the healing

regardless of your fears

before entering our world

understand this

the journey can be a precarious one

and without exceptions

there is no way back

THE TRANSCENDING CHANTS OF THE END

the search to the outer boundaries of our minds conscience

the ways of Natures magnificence

we leave this world to go to the next

freely

and without injustices

or prejudices

the expatriation from our earthly body we are now only a substance

within the cosmos forces of the universe

that lie before the deliverance of our awakening

The Words Of The Night

the lost choices of our dreams

Joseph Mayo Wristen The copyright of the poems published here are belong to their poets. Internetpoem.com is a non-profit poetry portal. All information in here has been published only for educational and informational purposes.