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Exalted Poetry; Two poem [and commentary]
Bells for Belphegor!... Where immortal veils never meetBelphegor, 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 powersTo 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
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