Orb And The Forbidden City

Orb And The Forbidden City long poem

Uploaded by Mario Vitale

metaphysical impulse ensues through the flames of resistance shun its existence
etched beneath the tapestry of loosened conclaves alone in desperation in the night
heavy sounds of cosmic illumination in temples of fire reaching ever higher
on point locked in its duration of blackened shadows that block its vortex

Deep underground softened rock hot lava molten rocks of resistant fervor
soon to discover a faint whisper of a timeless deliverance within its vibration
from temples of fire blowing up in its most purest of desire reside among us
never to relent to ever give up the fight…

so the story begins of ancient dwellers mining for gold with shovels & rocks
one dweller found a key that would unlock an under world filled with quenched blackened desire…
It was believed to be a door in the same vicinity but at night strangely the key was stolen
there was a panic among the dwellers wondering who took their key all but a faint mystery

yet in time it was soon to believe that a young merchant had it & brought it back
so the search was on for this door that they were searching for until t last one day
a Shamon came by to pray said to dig a least five feet down & there it was the door
we all watched on as the door slowly opened to a city of mass portion with high off clifts

we were greeted by a creature of demonic personification in nature
there was an orb of ivory that glowed above the castle door
couldn’t realize how this place exists under ground all this time
there was a unique safe haven that the creature brought me to with tea and muffins served

couldn’t compose myself was a wreck to say the least but the creature insisted to take calm
there was nothing to fear for all was safe & secure
then the orb stopped and the place went black a voice was heard, ” Head Back” !
one step at a time we would climb to the door again and safely locked it behind us

Then outside thunder and rain came down hovering over the dwellers
never would we forget the place of the orb and the forbidden city

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Mario Vitale

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
Mario William Vitale is a poet with over 1,000 toward his platform. Vitale was born October 23rd, 1970 in Bristol, Ct. Currently living in Wolcott, Ct where he helps as a care taker for his elderly handicapped mother Ann. Vitale is featured as a writer on Poetrysoup, Writerscafe & Allpoetry. Has a fan base on facebook with over 650 followers. He started writing poems in 1989 after the break up of his first girlfriend as a way to cope with life.
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of
avatar
wpDiscuz

Zorb The Superb Orb

Zorb The Superb Orb long poem

Welcome, my friends, to bustling New York – The port of lore, the door to more, Abounding, of course, in scores of stores And words and Fords and public transport. Adored by humans of every sort, Inviting all to come

Orb

Orb short poem

Majestically it spins. Eons in place. One of countless. Silently reflecting, glistening in the void. Dance of the worlds graceful silence, choreography of the cosmos. All spinning, dancing to creations music. Immense it all be. Yet, finding comfort in the

The City

The City short poem

Late night in a loveless city 12 am and the lights shine in the sky like beacon for all to see they shine bright Drawing in the easily swayed Like a flame to a fly For those that run from

Package From Beyond The Walls Of This City

Package From Beyond The Walls Of This City long poem

As I walked back to my house, i heard a stranger that passed me by mumbling numbly to himself about why a sidewalk will never unfold itself near the end of a routine and then become a fretwork of shadows.

The City At Our Doorstep

The City At Our Doorstep short poem

It’s those sultry days that sooth my soul, In the searing heat, empty like after birth we would bath, Fear of appearing odd, the taste of the sweet waters, Oblivious of each other’s different destiny, Our foggy minds leading the