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The Beautiful Fire - Horse

The Writings of Marc De Laconzi

 

The Last Book

The beautiful fire - horse has come to tell us his last words, thoughts, stories and deepest feelings. The beautiful fire - horse lives in his own secret world – a world of pure intention. The beautiful fire – horse has bleed upon wild ochres of beauty since he was born but now it is time to lay down the creative pen. The great, immaculate train is coming for the fire – horse’s soul so it’s time for him to board its majesty. Every poet, writer, artist can sense the end – the everlasting ride. Somehow the Horse has been blessed because he’s written 37 books of literature, 200 songs, 200 paintings, 2,000 drawings and had a thorough education. Too much work for one lifetime!

The beautiful fire - horse is thankful to all those who spent their precious time listening to one song, reading one sentence or observing one drawing or painting. The beautiful fire - horse is thankful to those musicians who helped him get his music out into the world and who helped him to get on stage and perform his songs.

 

The beautiful fire – horse hopes that this final book will add a little more texture to people’s lives and enrich the landscape of beauty with insightful literature that has no doubt suffered in the shadows of a belligerent commercialism which continues to dominate the consciousness of our publishers and retailers.

 

 May we pray for beauty to outlive superficiality in this intensely technological and economically driven society.

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By Marc De Laconzi
Copyright. 2011.


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The Beautiful Fire - Horse

The Writings of Marc De Laconzi

The Introduction

It’s time for the beautiful fire horse of love to lay down his weapons and weep before the crucifix of his own making. It’s time for the horse of virtue to abandon the ways of desire and desolation. It’s time for the fire - horse to live in harmony with those pink flowers and deep red lilies that evangelize the night skies with their pure rhythms and glittering symphonies of naturalness.

 

The fire - horse has risen from his Ocean of poetry to smell the greater grass and to hold communion with sacred orchards that tell tales about the retirements of artistically inclined people. Such orchards speak of madness that takes form and dwells in fields where solemn spirits come to heal their scars. These sacred spirits wonder endlessly amongst lilacs and wines drunk by great men in labour of their honest work.

 

The fire - horse has outlasted those minds of butchery and fulfilled its destiny. Indeed a testament to the wilfulness of god. So, in honour of language, the fire - horse of love lays his last book of literature down before all beautiful people and writes in honour of their deep and abiding intelligence.

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By Marc De Laconzi
Copyright. 2011.


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The Beautiful Fire - Horse

The Writings of Marc De Laconzi




The Immaculate Seal

The illuminati have stayed away from my soul.

God has worn his crown brilliantly standing on his Ocean of gold.

In today’s society there is too much pain: soldiers have been buried and their sacrifices are immeasurable.

 

In my life there has been great loss on all levels. Bad people have used their metaphorical knives to undervalue the inherent blessedness that exists within. Their Luciferic concepts have permeated many lives and there are many more like them who dip their sulphuric acid into the Universe. Only God’s hand has been able to raise the remnants of ash and make the person whole again. I understand fully this divine concept. Yet such integration and rebirth takes much time and patience. People need to understand the importance of human life, the development of consciousness and peace, whilst at the same time realise that we are all part of a greater whole – unified in the gracious eloquence of God’s immaculate soul.

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By Marc De Laconzi
Copyright. 2011.


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The Beautiful Fire - Horse

The Writings of Marc De Laconzi

Transmissions

I know when I was a child there was an unfathomable world out there – something beyond the comprehension of parents, family. I’m not sure that I found it though but it sure found me - imaginations in the backyard, playing with spirits, talking to angels and seeing fairies – that world was already there. What you discover in your childhood is pivotal to your aesthetics and authenticity and it’s more important than any book you’ll ever read. In that childhood state you’re so receptive to the transmissions of God. Every toy has some type of symbolic significance to something beyond your mere playfulness.

 

Still, to this very day, the greatness of life is felt in those quiet, solitaire moments, when connections to sacredness are reciprocated and embellished. It is the voice of reason, and intuition at the same time. All experiences become one quintessential moment with god – alignment with the stars and all the life in the Universe. It is a truly sublime feeling.

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By Marc De Laconzi
Copyright. 2011.


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The Beautiful Fire - Horse

The Writings of Marc De Laconzi



The Ordination

The Ocean has come to salvage our soul.

The renegade, fighter and phantom,

Whilst the dawn serenades our parade like

Clowns upon demons oracles.

 

 

The day is brighter than gold, yet the summer

Scorches the desolate land as the Owl caresses

The wise leanings of the glorified sage –

Singing upon his lyrics that have not been given a voice.

 

The time is not quite right; there is an ordination for every story, poem and experience. No body has the right to push things along. They take their course as they should. Music is the great corridor that leads into the heavenly vortex of untrammelled creativity.

 

The salutations of Christ, beauty and wild lilies have come to prescribe a new river of creative life through the experience of teaching and all its entrails. So simmer in the silent vocation of your God chosen profession as it is the doorway to great success.

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By Marc De Laconzi
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The Beautiful Fire - Horse

The Writings of Marc De Laconzi

The Immeasurable Poem

Where the wisdoms splinter and the streets become gangs – where the insights of life become degraded into loose laced pieces of gold. Then we become tired, tossed orphans on lonely beaches awaiting the sunlit Moon and the golden age of literature which will embalm us with its purity and truth.

 

The cold wind blows enormously into the face of your prodigy. Underneath this rail road track on a hot summer day you can feel the pain of your sore feet from all of the walking and roaming, yet more concisely they are sore from the struggle of life. That struggle to find your place in the world. Yet the siren still sounds and trains pass over my head telling me that life goes on and streams run into rivers as dreams carry and find the mysticism within people – transforming their distillations into moments of genius.

 

Every artist is waiting for that mystical energy field called ‘luck’ to fall upon their wandering soul. The streets have a million stories to tell us as ghosts, gods and angels are armed and ready for the apocalyptic firestorm to fall upon their their sensitive ambience.

 

I belong to these city streets and their wandering spirits. I am the silent energy that absorbs its culture. My great tale of experience though was told on the streets of Los Angeles. Here our souls are tattooed on skin instead of canvas. We are smiling in the face of change as lyrebirds enchant the periphery of our coloured transmissions and empower nature with deeper metaphors and lyrical innovations.

 

The angels have fallen down from heaven with their muster and mystic symphonies with the intention of enlightening the artist with divine chords and words. Now is the time of great beauty – the immaculate poems, stories and songs of hip hop. They are staring you right in the face. Yet nobody has given you a beat.

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By Marc De Laconzi
Copyright. 2011.

 


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The Beautiful Fire - Horse

The Writings of Marc De Laconzi

The Temple of God

The real artist needs to stand for something. Is that something integrity, vision or beauty? Is it an autobiography of our own struggles and success?

 

I’ve always believed that the real artist acts instinctively and intuitively. The thinking process becomes subliminal, subconscious. Beauty in its purest form is God, Christ. Christ never thought about what he did. His actions were instinctive. When your heart is clear, so is your vision. In this state of life everything is intensely empowered, pure, clear and strong.

 

Sometimes we hear, read or see the work of a certain artist and feel an instant transportation out of this mundane reality that politicians, media and intellectuals create. It truly is a sublime experience entering into the ‘Temple of God’.

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By Marc De Laconzi
Copyright. 2011.


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The Beautiful Fire - Horse

The Writings of Marc De Laconzi

The Heartbeat

Birds are falling from the Sky –

Fishes are dying in the sea –

Floodwaters rush through the landscape

As the soul of God glimmers into the great heart of wisdom.

 

We are falling upon hard times as a race.

Our sins have caught up with us.

This is the beginning of the Apocalypse –

The intense shifting of consciousness.

 

We see families dying in their cars

As the waters of hell, the wrath of the devil,

Falls upon the soul of humanity.

The dirty water is filled with Lucifer’s hollowness.

Yet in the face of such adversity

The soul of God always lives – undefeated by the

Rains of Lucifer’s malignant stench.

The poet’s are crying to the Heaven’s hoping for the cleansing to take place – washing away the sins of man, bringing a revelation of love and togetherness upon the embodiment of God’s embankment – where in rich fields  grow the hearts of good children.

 

Divinity falls upon our souls as the devil’s acidic rain falls upon our homes. Yet, still we are touched by his stench. It drives many people into the recess of his debauchery.

 

Life carries on, as does the learning.

The flow of beauty traverses all tragedy and natural disaster. It can never be diluted by the harrowing waters of hell.

 

Upon a solemn stone we kneel and pray forsaking all vanity and selfishness; harmonizing our spirits together; unified like wild flowers in fields of God’s gardens; a trumpet and orchestra for faith and drums and guitars for hope – as the rhythm of language drives the heartbeat – the unstoppable force – more powerful than any inland tsunami –the heartbeat of life; yes, the will of God; his protection of sacred human life, untainted by natural disaster. The heartbeat is the pulse of wisdom.

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By Marc De Laconzi
Copyright. 2011.


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The Beautiful Fire - Horse

The Writings of Marc De Laconzi




Smiling rosaries

Smiling rosaries look back at me.

I am the child in their vicinity,

Untarnished by the hallowed waters of gin,

Embalmed in the clothing of Michelangelo’s bin.

 

It all means that the beauty from Heaven has come down to speak to my soul. To place on my lips the lama of mo; medley poems and silhouette omens, alive in the streets, raging with poetic origins of heart.

 

The lamb has fallen into your periscope – the truth of all existence - the manifestation of all your vision – sounding as loud as your intuition.

 

Bow down before the prayer that you seek – Jesus the master, the glorious sheath has come to touch your feather wings with his love and chalice.

Lilies turn to wine

And

Roses shape the crimson river

Into a bowl of wine giving alms.

That night has fallen upon dead ears as wisdom peels away its own skin –

We are made for inflections and moods.

Yet we fear the sounds of our own heart.

We rise from the ashes like the great zephyr and martyr.

We hug with intensity the butterfly that talks of

Holy endeavours

In

Lands touched by

Spirits unbecoming of

Humanitarian angels.

 

Yet, like the Owl that drifts through the storm of the dreaded Spider, the phoenix of great goodness comes to the holy land to save its prisoners from idleness and false premises.

 

Together we fall to our knees and salute the Mountain that has beneath its feet white orchards, crimson black lilies which are searching for the strength of a new life -

a strength that saturates itself in pain and rises like the wild tornado destroying all in its path.

 

Melt into the encumbrance of the Mountain’s majestic hue. You too have unseen possibilities. Smiling rosaries

live forever engraved into the soul of God’s eternity.

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By Marc De laconzi
Copyright. 2011.


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The Beautiful Fire - Horse

The Writings of Marc De Laconzi

World of Dreams

The music serves the poet, yet the poet serves humanity.

Now I understand why those close to me at one point tried to destroy all that was beautiful – the sublime power of the poet.

 

Well, we are still here, rhyming and distilling insight, yet that will never stop the Spiders and their reciprocal Scorpions from being completely humbled. Yet, the Lion of God has come to push through the poet to his rightful place.

 

Patience is the key to all life. It takes a very long time to rebuild. Now we are ready to face up to the world - time to help and educate people – inflect beauty into their world of dreams.

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By Marc De Laconzi
Copyright. 2011.