The Third Fallen...The Tree.
PATRICIA GÓMEZ DOCAMPO·VIERNES, 22 DE SEPTIEMBRE DE 2017
It the Third Fallen
It the house of Birds
It the carrier of the End in it’s Fruit
Tree of Wisdom...Three in Loser Game.
Dear Friend...There was something...That you unknow
The only thing that the great sage visionary, was not able to see.
Is that you must...
FALL!...To Fall in Hell
We must erase all Traces and Evidence...Of the Error that escape of our Reins
Blind to its Fatal Destiny that make it Fall
how will the leaves fall every fall.
as she falls into the realm of fire.
Fallen Leaves in Aerial Dance.
By the Weight than it carried
("Etz haDaat tov V'ra") "The supreme knoledge of the Good and Evil,,
Big for its shoulders.
Blinded of the chain that to Exiled was linked
Dragged you in it fall!
Under the Iron Edge..
peeked out of the precipice.
Irracional Whirl on a Tree.
Fall in Hell,
On it's Bed Stone and Fire
In this Land of Perish
Land on which
Over these Ashes
You only could
Roots of Reborn..
slow and secure growth
Hard Grip to the smallest breath.
Roots penetrating the rock..
roots as veins of nutrition
Screaming Inside in every Waking
Step by Step
that broken body
like a puppet held by threads
that Tree seemed to break
Break in each angle reached.
standing up on the rock of dark
”Temptation to know”
Those that it carried in
Those that made it fall
Those double-sided coin
it was time of make use of it!
In it favor for getting up!
in time for rebirth.
Released its primary ropes
High anchors in the middle of the storm
fear for food..
ripping the throat in it descent
In the End and After...Blood does not taste so unpleasant.
In his ardent journey...Of selfingestion...No!
And once Free!
it was ready for grow
To lift it Branches!
Searching the light
Light of Life.
Longed for, Desired Possession
And the One
which in the shadow was watching
Everything that had happened
No one like him
could understand this who ran inside!
Inside of the new Exiled!
The fall is hard!
But the ground is firm
To hold yours Hands..
To support ours Feets.
And the Tree Grow
with Two branches and No leaf
Instead it Draw wings.
Drawing Wings of dark, in each fall asleep
Open the Eye and Sssee
You are here
In front of me.
Over the Black Rock
where you wrote all that you know
Top secret in inner secret, encrypted in the game of words.
for decipher all the clue-game.
You hold in threads yours words.
And Like one open and Dark Book...Blinded to the Eyes but not to one Heart.
In which, just for only One, can read what in its inner it's written...The One who planted the seed-plot and made it germinate
Those written Words
Written in Green Salvia Blood
Those which made me fall...
now will made me Rise!
And learn, and learn again...
Learn the only thing I did not know! crossing the Door
I’m the wise of wise...Wishing The Tempted not carry in my Hands...Cause for it, i had fallen.
now i learned the lesson.
and the One hidden in the shadows
Wisdom that slowly creeps, toward that which he begot.
one seed that he had planted hidden in Eden
In the Empty Garden
climbing through your body
hug of consolation
Scales and Bark
Bark my noble friends of protection! Bark in the War!...IN THE ENDLESS BATTLE.
Skin against Skin
like fallen brothers
In a world of Perish
That had not site for them
that do not fit in a puzzle of humanity...
Are discarded from the Box.
I do not know you, my Climber-Lord?
but that's how I feel.
Surviving in this Hell
How not to blind, not to deafen the noise ... of all that i see and Hear every day.
For not to get sick! Sick of that Crazy World!
World where I feel I do not belong...I’m like one Being in Extinction!
Hope Reborning in ashes each day
Fixing the broken...
that i do of my property
Breaking the automatons Rules
Creating the Mine
and by this, all this Way, it's more beautiful for it walk.
Tranceformation Baby! yes!
It was the first
Metamorphosis of being that creeps
In something beauty
That takes flight rising the sky
Because every inner scar has one story
story of a life...for each, only one.
not every temptation leads only to biting
sometimes is just to know...and to find...
something that with you and like you...may resemble.
and so feel...at least once...in this lifetime...in this last chance!!!...The final Countdown of Life
that something...in a certain and small way...fits in..connects with you
for Free...Free our Inner
Wings for the Soul!
Knowledge and Temptation
Heaven and Hell
Black and white
Love and Hate
Good and Evil
Light and Dark
Fall and Rise
May be linked again
Universal Blance of the ying&yang
Draw and Writte by Patricia Gómez Docampo (Diana)&iregards