Tuesday,6 June 2017 Poem by Leon Moon

The Mind makes Matter matter from it's tomb;
Cobwebs freeze like veins from the Sun,
Eternity is the womb
Which births green grapes from the Son;
I bestow live ecstasy,
Eternal Absurdity.

Stars are the nerves of our night;
I perform, cultivate mine
From myth, shaping flesh from sight,
Withholding secrets as I mime;
Life is a dream of another
And I act from birth, my mother…

Life is beautiful — All is Expression!
I am Eternal, I share my Lesson
To the Audience, who is in my dream,
The dream of love in which we all perform;
Present abundance is born and starts to live,
I am the Creator, and I shall only give! ..