I am no Philosopher
That has never been my role.
I only have a story
And that story is a Rose.chapter 1
In fire gold is tested
I am tested by the gold
But I have no use for riches
When my story is a Rosechapter 2
In the Name of Love
Into the fire of love I go
To burn away this image of
The story of the Rosechapter 3
Melting into ashes
The mystery unfolds
Death is an illusion
And my story is my Rosechapter 4
Should we meet together
Upon this storied Road
Please, sit down and share
Your story of the Rosechapter 5
I have no love for grammar
Nor love for weighted tomes
I only: love our stories
Each story is a Rose.chapter 6
When I hear your Voice
In any tongue or tone
I am the child listening
To a story of a Rosechapter 7
I am an empty vessel
There is nothing that I know
I too but beg and plead
And offer up this Rose
composed for Magdalena Biela
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Garnet Robbie is one of those rare poets who can see Ideas, who can stare at them with lucid mind, with consumed inner eyes, with an enlarged soul. He will always reject the Procrustes bed of the society, he will never fit in any of the preached dogmas because he chose his path to the Stone. In the alchemy of Poetry Garnet brings the fresh reborn Phoenix bird of the words, the fresh reborn rose of Paracelsus.