Thursday, March 25, 2010

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Once Upon the Seas of Abyssinia

My charmer, my rarity
I am knowledge, and ignorance
I am shameless, I am ashamed
I am strength, and I am fear
I am senseless, and I am wise
I am the silence that is incomprehensible
And the idea whose rememberance is frequent
Did you know I romped in Arkadía
I lived for years in Delphi
I was intimate with the priests and priestesses of the Oracle
You have heard the prophetic plea
No amount of driftwood, no amount of sutra
Will warm her quite the same way
This monomania is exquisite pain
He possesses the what? 
The humility, the honesty, her everything, one man?
How can it be?
He is something more genuine than her preconceptions
He transcends the yoke of purpose
She arrives at an all encompassing oneness
At once they are tender and idyllic
Brutal and threatening
A night of priapism?
God how she wants this
She does groan
She does whisper
She does punish and soothe simultaneously while they wear nothing but eachother
Tis true they have magic of thine own
For once there was an unknown land
Full of strange flowers and subtle perfumes
A land of which it is the joy of all joys to dream
A land where all things are perfect and poisonous
As energy perhaps, In Light...

Love devotion
Farther devotion
Give yourself






Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Twilight child, you drive me wild...

Without knowing if we exist
Or if we are her dream
Your words are fire
And they burn her heart
Her mind is racing
Her bones are breaking
How does your hair feel about her hands?
Her soul in yours?
She is the girl made of wood
She lives in the distant net of time
She looked out
Through her shipwrecked and forlorn eyes
Spitting myth erotica and hip prose
Looking like the fucking Queen of Sheba
Crowned by the most ancient of waves
Emblematic ecstasy
Intrigue swirling all around
And then there was you




Dionysian Mysteries

Then sing the old, wild song: EVOE IO, EVOE IACCHUS IO PAN IO PAN EVOE BABALON! Go to the mountains and the oceans and the forest, go naked in the summertime that you may regain the old joy and love gladly and freely under the stars. Rest Black Swan King.. rest.


Monday, March 22, 2010