Long Lost Cathedral

Get mad, shake your finger, beat, bleat

Try and make it bitter sweet

I don't want to read it anymore

I don't believe it anymore

The landscape now below me is lit up like browsers in the night

making their own high rises

Lies before me tapping like its all ok

Numerals making it right

Sleep is a virtue not a hold

Homeless, lit, and angry again and the slightest touch is yearning for

a pen

A sky filled with comets

A false friend just doesn't get it, she keeps killing the vibe over and

over again

Freedom calls from across the ruins, will it finally reach now, God I

hope so

Don't be going all that way alone baby, we know how good dogs

turn

Regal guards step up in favour bringing costumes, treading carefully

Is there a room to grow

who's whispering in my ear

What's Chantilly mean?

A man outside his sphere

Hey, you want to be my fantasy

It's a seer's grief I hope you understand, to un-see it

How many past lives have meaning

Love, come home, my friends are calling me

A man with an angry face pointed a gun at me once

I said, “Just a minute please. What did I do?” and later I kissed him

with both eyes open

Then I met a man with a bridge on his back and I cried the waters he

walked through

Then the shift in the dream changed but I'm always awake for this

An unknown corpse enlivened went walking through a garage door

Anyways

A small town sits in grey daylight safe from the evils of the night but

will it ever reach the sun or the steps of man

I met a man who once spoke sweetly and I asked him, “Are you here

to kill me?” and he left without a stare to guide him

Mortality is a sovereign breach

He wants to teach me so I know how in case he's not around

and I loved him more in that moment

Then I remembered the visit from the heavenly angel who told me that I could enjoy the fruits of the earth, it's tabula rosa from here because I

already died

What's amnesty for?

Something I didn't know all along

That, and so much more

If he's not part of your soul I'd be surprised, Enoch's persuasion

Welcome home

Is that a good thing?

It's a very good thing

So, what's the theme?

To save each other

Romantic shivers to my soul, unravelling threads like a dictaphone

Two hearts crossed persevere or will distance separate an erased

factor

Say, “How do you do”

Poseidon never said, “Do you wanna”

Staccato flows norm the shut off

The earth still makes me dizzy when sitting up in morning light

I have to stay ever so slightly hard inside, the principles of living

demand it

but then there's butterflies every time I see your face

and the long lost cathedral blows the dust

Clocks face south, west the torment

Cathedrals bend the wind

What's long, was lost but never was

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Excerpt from: Poetry In The Seamless, my next book of poems. Poetry can be inspired by anything. Most of my work is from Heaven and spiritual light. As a mystic part of the gift is to take it all in. It could be a dream, a vision, or a psychic reading. Enlightenment or caution, only a Seer would know. I help anyone through words, light or shadow, big or little but only if there is a purpose to. Raising awareness people do themselves. Enlightenment is giving, the rest is all heart.

Lachapelle's Award Winning Book of Poems