Poetry

The following are poems that were written between 2012-2014;
Each represent a story or expression of an important feeling/event in my life.
I leave these secrets here in plain sight for those that are interested enough to find them. 

Wyrmholes

Acid wedges prisms into the duality.  

The subtle friction formed in philosophical rashes nursing self-inflection.
The peeled skin shimmers-sinners a maelstrom in waking dreams.

You smiled, gazing above.

Wyrmholes in place of obsidian eyes;

Slipping contra vortexes inverted.

Maritime visages conceive sub-atomic particles,
Holograms breathe a blue infinity.

Reflections of the world, souls… and fiends.

The grinning spins a javelin-dance, arcs laced with lakes of fire;

The keeping souls sings of desire,

 Hounds of old rouse the Liar. 

Desire-deceiver, sentient-receiver,

For inward they grow ever near,

Flailing with fear,

I’ve caught the bends leering backwards within the seer.

Slithering silver slivers of snakes I’s veiled grey in the heavens deep;

A sky caste-abscessed within a covenant of a keep.

Maybe tis’ just the iris, capturing the image too slow;

Perceptions of reality that form a little too fast.

But somehow I must know!

Where o’ where are you, eye of my I?

In the sky I shall covet you.

Till’ the moment I die!

I'll fucking transcend you. 

Cryptononym

Plasma webs engulf nothing, empty sounds, hallow grace.

The swelling chasms drunk-deep, dehydrating order its nature; droplets of hunger scan in error the horizon. 

Still yet, unseen the watchers been.

Electric blue feathers rippling in the waves with endless fluidity.

A clue here, a message there;

Forever near, but do the secrets reap?

Anathemas stitching lesions - still vast, still deep. 

Trying to wake up.

Ah, still asleep. 

Pestilential with intention; a needled cult cut of sulfuric pungency,

The coursing of blue veins poised with infection.

Weeping within their lashes blinks a cryptic heresy.

The crumbling of souls feeding zealously. 

Ascension is animated suspension.

Freed into thee, don't catch yourself feeding into me.

LSD

Scoria careening in-between contours of reality.

The pastels do not mesh, in a place machines do not know of. 

What is for you, the watchers shan’t (yet) show.

The brain stem still caked,

Existentialism with pretension. Unwinding ass-backwards,

Passive with progressive regression.

Vibes.

I just want feeling. 

I yearn.

Everything or nothing,

Its too much.

Drawn, shackled, quartered and stretched.

I kneel.

I've been having dirty dreams, the kind of chloride colors that gorge on a dysfunction of creeds.

Visions bleeding scurrility spill in between the cracks and fold out in the seams.

Hazy halls, iridescent streams; a simpering of souls translucent with chemical disease;

He chortles ensconced, plain in perception for all too see.

Cosmic precision's that cripple Mephistopheles dreams.

The winter solstice glinting grounds - take names all around. 

Dancing time aground, fade-talkers rearing the consonant of sound.

A canvased cryptonym of stretched skin - the lantern leering with latent narcolepsy from a broiling of depths within;

Subtle-tearing-tortured-grinning; o’ moon; cascading shadows cackling bold with untold truth.

Resurrection ripened the insurrection.
Behavioral-orchestras needle symphonic haunts grieved in roulette's of spades.   

Macabre legacies in a land of harlot graves.

The lonely world of human beings;

An acquiescence functioning somehow of cancerous cells.

Thy Hallowed Tree bore good fruit; but they’re all going to hell.

saMsaraNa

Innate undulate;.

At stake, the cowls that cape; trodden and rotten,

Bruised and raped.

The sane inside, overridden with sulfide.

The name that lies, waits to become untied.

I am so, darling, why be?

Oh little bird.

 If only you ... would still stand next to me.

“Reflections cast unto those that cannot see.

I cannot see you, because I only see me.

Wherein therein, insofar as me?”

It transits vociferation,

Vitiating the palsy of peripherals.

“The Reaper riddles words in circles creeping to tame.”

-Runes reckoning sarcophagus games, entombed in “freedom,” hunger breeds the collective brain.

Weeping sickles wounding up words for the lame?

“Locked inside, little book, ready to shelf.”

“Many much the same.”

“Many so, so tame…”

Apex

Synods cauterize with eminent enmity,

Virulence that fumes forever.

Archaic souls dance a polytonal trance.

Their quintessence blind and blistering in ether.  

Trials lying ley-lines; they flow for-nether.

Wherever lies the truth; it’s crept asleep inside the reapers vermouth.

There’s a sunlit canopy; ever-blue in an oceanic multitude of drops.

Sheathed in light hides the key.

Dripping heavy from scorn with all of your sorry misery.

There’s an eye triangle of splotched dreams.

An epithet burnt unto the unbeliever.   

Stained wet until scars drip ready,

Unhitched with fixtures waving the levy.

Feral breathing adrift color-oceans.

Mounted above a launchpad of psychedelic dreams.

A tendril of existence stretched naught too thin;

Tearing brass from the very mind within;

Screaming through the mandala, resurgeminisis rushing in on your soul.

Leeching all around on sleepers drenched whole. 

One glimpse of sincerity.

A  psycho-symphony of a greater reality.

Nay?

A little girl, pure of heart.

And the old woman staring back at her from the start.

The eyelids mount the crests like sand.

Relentlessly questioning, stressing.

Unaware of all, known of nothing.

I wonder if I have a place.

Across lonely crag’s slope the elusive illusion of time, wherein lies my name?

Antediluvian traps treading endless dregs on the necronomicon of reality.

Laccolithic whispers plagued with persistence over-due just beyond event horizons.

The "whore" bore a plethora of puzzles.

Seven stars crowning a Cheshire muzzle,

Grieving in sacred sashes, they cast the shadow of a scythe that silhouettes.

Before ‘time’ there dwelt a karma-debt.

She took one to repent, hiding in the deep halls of Eden.

Winterizing worlds molded over and ‘time’ became without sense.

She sings to all underneath eons of earth,

Haunting winding corridors steeped within our dreams.  

Deep beneath a triad of silver empyrean wings 

She screams.

Oh she screams.

I still feel it through eons of earthen memory, oh my Goddess how she screamed.

“Nothing, nothing is as it seems!!!”

All I've ever wanted … is all I have ever haunted...

Freedom for Power?

As sanctioned by the creeps.

The Sanskrit that my Mama taught, riddles wanting like the past.  

Of it taught creature sins. Without us all, they trance in-betwixt the wind.

Silent as ever. Diablo's dabbing up beyond the nether.

Capitulate the smoke, there it wanders sipping asphalt and gin;

Sweating the forever. Never ever - never ever.

The eyelids mount the crests like sand.

Sewn shut until the very end.   

Obloquy Odium Onus

Obloquy Odium Onus…

Caliginous with vilification.

Trapped in hell for a bygone lifetime.

A stygian soul atramentous with woe.

Waxing Moon’s waning over mason stones.

He clutches a seraph for a sepulcher,

Creeping alone twixt his Black Nexus.

A bastion of dark laboratories, stalking gauntlets in the halls of the grey citadel.

Entombed on a dark throne - wrought from the firmament and forged of void-stone.

The 'creator' couldn't suffer tribulation on this world alone.

The cosmic King of kings stripped bare - a wroth of exoskeletal-lamping in lieu of pulchritudinous wings. 

Magnified through the painted glass there’s a washbasin filled with blood,

Illuminated and wrapped in beams of a muff scarf that held a crying newborn,

A birth in restless parable,

Cipher the Aesopian.

Stymimotitron raging all around.

Don’t allow me distinction, I’m a stagnate inferno.

Dawning on a brow that confounds reason.

The beckoning contrast weathering my treason.

The people here see the Great Sun.

Hostage on a beautiful world; silhouetted in a black fabric-like fog.

The Sephirot embedded in dark clouds.

Stars are falling, a long awaited shattering of the Elluvian.

A self-image? I saw it running from vacuity.

Branded nefarious, nothing, a bourgeois criminal!

Dreams that blend photographs and catalog colors like a camera reel.

Open a door, and cauterize it behind you.

Probably alone in rags, a palpate thrill quickening death within the cold.

I’ll prose at the end rich of tales and wealthy in soul. 

But I question it every day. A hallow hobble in a hole.

Can I stay whole?

Magna Caelum.

 It's synesthesia: the silent melodies - there to alight soul with limitless passion.

To feel infinite in these brief moments, however futile or frustratingly useless(?) –

A carpel growth: each distorting, the canalisation of iridentience.

Sometimes when I think of you I can’t even breathe.

The flood of forbearance muttering old deeds.  

Ptosis or pathological pathosis?

Just over the horizon one can behold the cataclysm of star-colors.

Tetraterrapods cascading in silence with terrestrial currents.

Relentlessly weathering ceremonial absence - the drip drip drip of the absinthe.   

Struggling under stars hailing the thespian’s moment. 

I’m finally breaking free.

A cage crafted in societal purgatory. 

I don't think I can forgive creatures creating these choices - even those wrought in misery.

I won’t let them control me.

Regardless of the ignorance of my time or the minacity of my name.

I am all that I am so let them try in vain.

Defixionus

Who are you? 

I've asked myself too many times.

I once had an identity. A farce of thought in affectation – a symbol marauding the emptiness.

The pain I suffer;

Is an ethereal specter wrought of the pity I revel through.

I walk through the walls of my brain.

A hierarchaic aureole of sequential regret. 

But eventually, I  always find you. A chimeric beauty sleeping alone in dark places.

A labyrinthine rapture superimposed in jigsaw trials.  

I think about you a lot – I don’t even realize it.

These poems masked by a pseudo complexity, reveal nothing of the inner self that writes them.

I wish I had something to express this all.

Nothing as immaculate or all-encompassing as the blithering ego of this language.

But I wish you could feel my soul.

I wish you could feel me.

Everything I can’t see.

Everything I’ve done, can’t compare to what I don’t know.

I try.

I try so hard just to witness me. 

Venefica 

The earth's let you go.

In the stead of gods erstwhile laughing; shadows of a creatrix still linger.

Oh how the Ivory Towers will fall; eye's hallowed out - desertion.

The Heirophant harks down the chiseled barrel that marks his terminus.
She awaits in nowhere - blaring in thunderous reticence.

Can you hear her in the silence?

"Your cimmerian depths divulge the enigma of your light."

"Spawned from the haunting sounds that keep you still at night."

Of the whispers that crawl - superannuating down the artery's of my soul,

I will never forget -

You said there is no one left here still whole.

Oh venefica, I don't think I can ever let you go.

          2019                        

Change, new beginnings, grave personal failings, paranormal activity and ghostly apparitions have marked an interesting period of change.

I am working on a new series of poems that reflect on the last five years of my life - as I have previously done with earlier entries.

Quicksand

Brimstone fallout twixt a trinitite visage.
Fettering through floorboards like quicksand leaking lies.

Instead of black holes I tripped into a gale; but these lacked pigment.
This static air feels familiar.
Déjà vu ringing forth from a not so distant past. 

The terse insight of Elysium;
Granite blue marbles deflecting an effervescence.
A glowing oasis, or grinning mirage?

She wrought the veil to catch a pearl, flowing with a deluge of eclectic beauty.

but -

Her waves evaporate along with her fires.  

The flutters intoxicating, bitter n' sweet - neurotic train tunnels craving dopamine.
Cinder kisses in the ash of blonde hair.
An alluring cocktail of forbidden fruit; dripping with the inevitable nightmare to follow.

This vacillate amalgam you so cleverly conceal; retching underneath a prideful mask.
Shame, doubt; creeping in you like flies.
Self-destruction is distillate you sweat - the prelude in unraveling your disguise. 

These premonitions were reflected early in my crystal ball.

Ignorance for bliss
Pills to forget.

Enthralled and bleeding insanity.

"Vulnerability isn't always a bad thing."

But... I liked the taste of you, too.

An egocentric cryptogram: I'm no better.
We're opposing phantasms deflecting broken mirrors.

But I forgot to tell you,
That I am fire.

An unusual chaos... in rose colored glasses.
Destruction, without.

"Careful what you wish for..."

Instead of talons, I have steep thorns;

When I unwind I cut deep.

But when you bleed you become blind;

Such scars are familiar to your kind. 

Ignis Fatuus'

They trickled playfully through my palace gates.

Effortlessly disrupting the border between reality and the ethereal.
My Sanctuary crumbled before my eyes;

5 apparitions - two that conceive the three;
Two that step through the veil of belief. 

Accosted in black - cloaked forms of a woman and another a man.

Dancing shadows leaping through nether and striding in silent creed, 
Laced without traces of sound or sight.
They slip through this world 'hidden' and unfound.
Its impossible - and yet there is no doubt . 

He reached out and I touched his hand.

 A  unwitting contract; written fire forged within the dark;

a brilliant light that was too black for my eyes to see.

Still she beckoned me, aware that I could believe. 

I didn't know how to follow... 

I am riddled with wonder; confounded at my lack of fear. 

"Reality is often stranger than fiction." 

Ignis Fatuus - my fires burn. 
I seek the secrets that you keep. 
Engorging this flame 

Veritism weeps the wisdom you reap.

In my blood sleeps memories of old. 
A land lost; yet found scattered in bits throughout time. 

Yet always, I still manage to find you;

                                     Lady of the Deep Lake;
                            I keep finding your feathered clues. 
 These raging storms taught me to form strength in the onslaught of abuse.

TL

(Portmanteaus:)     2012-2014   

-          Desfixionus: (Defixiones, onus)
-          Stymimotitron: (Stymie, Emotion, ‘tron’ a chemistry suffix as in sub-atomic particle)
-          Cryptononym: (Cryptonym, suffix ‘ono’)
-          Wyrmholes: (Wyrm {as in dragon or wyvern}, wormholes)
-          Hiarchaic: (Hierarchic, Archaic)
-          Tetraterrapod: (terra, tetra, pod)
-          Elluvian: (Dragon Age allusion, i.e. other dimensions.)

-          Resurgeminisis: (Resurgence, Gemini, Isis)

-          Iridentience : (Iridescent, Sentience)