Transcendental Express

The original version of Transcendental Express has been published in All of Me Vol. V, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing. Featured art by Robin Isley

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Tears of beauty be wept
In pendant be kept
While angels confess
Of dependence on thee
Every virtue possess’d
In light thine bosom blest
Abreast of existential dressing
Excess of transcendency

Thine abundance not incumbent on the numbered years of chance
No heartbeat torn asunder
For this masterpiece is art
Its ramparts hath been plundered
Gripped by distant thunder
Ripped apart
Still thou wish no tempo to depart

Tears of beauty be wept
In pendant be kept
While angels confess
Of delight in the light thine bosom blest
Every virtue possess’d
Every blessing caressed and undressed of each curse
Unsequestered through verse
Teardrop after teardrop
Be observed by thriving earth
Many cycles past
Lifetime dependancy
Abreast of existential dressing
Excess of transcendency

Memento of flamenco nights
Midst echoes of crescendo flight
Invited blessings
Cursed no blight
Of blind alligned
To sight reprised
Behind the eyes
The cosmos redefined
Knows no confine
The shadow plays
In rays of twine
Dead night parades
Unbroken light
While space and time
Are placed aside
Their weight assigned no mass
No rite of passage
To survive
For tears of beauty wept
In pendant kept
Thine blessèd sacrifice

Once witnessed a doll throw her mic
Leave the stage
Cutting the threads
That denied sweet embrace
I watched her run free
In defiance and brave
Felt inclined to give standing ovation
Chasing this dream
To the sands that shake hands with the sea
A solitary diamond welled
In eyes of timeless sweep
Kissed to tell
Then fell about her feet

Memento of flamenco nights
Midst echoes of crescendo flight
Invited blessings
Cursed no blight
Of blind alligned
To sight reprised
Behind the eyes
The cosmos redefined
Knows no confine
The shadow plays
In rays of twine
Dead night parades
Unbroken light
While space and time
Are placed aside
Their weight assigned no mass
No rite of passage
To survive
For tears of beauty wept
In pendant kept
Thine blessèd sacrifice

Tears of beauty be wept
In pendant be kept
While angels confess
Of dependence on thee
Every virtue possess’d
In light thine bosom blest
Abreast of existential dressing
Excess of transcendency

Fickle minds decline the mindful tickling of pink
Sticklers for little more than reasons left to sink
Leave it to subconscious
To deliver us from bitter brink
Introduce us to the missing link
The situation facing us may not be quite the bullfight that we think
No need for an appendix
For this vessel runs unleaded
Nestles in the head space
By remaining undetected
Get behind the bacon rind
Elevate subconscious mind
Mastermind your own design
Go realign your psyche
Find your inner Aphrodite
Hades
Your Persephone
Need not lift a finger
Just be quick to let it linger
Leave it to subconsciousness
To act as your dead ringer
Make your mind a little trimmer
Make that date with destiny
The treasury is yours to keep
And therein lies transcendency

Memento of flamenco nights
Midst echoes of crescendo flight
Invited blessings
Cursed no blight
Of blind alligned
To sight reprised
Behind the eyes
The cosmos redefined
Knows no confine
The shadow plays
In rays of twine
Dead night parades
Unbroken light
While space and time
Are placed aside
Their weight assigned no mass
No rite of passage
To survive
For tears of beauty wept
In pendant kept
Thine blessèd sacrifice

Tears of beauty be wept
In pendant be kept
While angels confess
Of delight in the light thine bosom blest
Every virtue possess’d
Every blessing caressed and undressed of each curse
Unsequestered through verse
Teardrop after teardrop
Be observed by thriving earth
Many cycles past
Lifetime dependancy
Abreast of existential dressing
Excess of transcendency

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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1 Comment

  1. A stunning helter-skelter of word flow and this is certainly you:

    “Behind the eyes
    The cosmos redefined
    Knows no confine”

    LOVE Robin Isley!!

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