Saturday, 24 September 2016

Legend of:The Cyclopean Spirits of Malta [Poetic Mythos] Now For At any time Complete earth

Just proper right before dawn

('...burn up them with the blood')

Darkened by the temple shadows

Are reflecting shots--


The Spill, that the Mom Goddess

Cast upon them was good


"Seize them!" was a voice afar--

"Whirl them aloft..."

(The citizens cried)

Can be identified on the change stand--

Soaked and moistened, warm blood. The Temples



The inhabitants couldn't established out

The turbulent fireplace

All to appease our Mother Earth,

Goddess of all

She speaks, Mom Earth, Goddess

Of Fertility, to all existence

They are all suitable listed here, in the sands and stones,

From the branches of the tree of lifetime,

Her offshoots spring

The Oracle was referred to as upon to intercede,

To give details

But the residue of their spirit was even now

Properly and alive...

Photographs--rituals of Purification

The Spirits

"We have to die tonight," whispered

Tarxien to Mnajdra

Roofed around, like a dome

Sacrifices with burnt bones...

(Who gave us start?)

No a human being could determine out why the blood

From the transform in no way at any time dried

This is the primitive cyclopean

Neolithic time period...

And the clergymen cried, as their blood flowed,

And they died...


(Some have rarely at any time died]

Statuettes, carvings, alters

And the two spirits even so dwell

At Ggantija's Temple

"It is the blood of the monks," their

Spirits are alive..."

[The Cyclopean Temples of Malta

5200 BC]

Created by giants of outdated, with


Restricted Edition, to fifty [fifty] signed and

Numbered copies by the author:

Mother Earth


Dotted with statues and temples of stone

Indistinct at twilight

"Sprinkle rams blood on them--

Area them on the alter...!"

[The Spirits never neglect]

Daring they stand, on the sands of

Malta--by the Mediterranean

Slabs on slabs, shrines massive

The spirits maintain in intellect

Interior gigantic-partitions

Notice: ready: in January and revised in February of 2005 Poetic Mythos


Even the beauties--the ladies have not

Left, with gorgeous faces and breasts

Cyclopean architecture--

Plastered and painted with blood

The farmer, the fisherman, the village,

Even the spirits of the lifeless

In which, each individual one morning..

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