vineri, 31 iulie 2015

Two blazing muses



Two blazing muses are cuffed.
Under the emerald haven,
In the hazy blue moon I’m baptized,
The blazing muses are cuffed…
Enigmas pose poised while I am collared;
Under the emerald haven
Two blazing muses are cuffed;
In slavery of sins and rosy breasts I am voraciously driven:

One on the floor lashing,
One in bed, at feathery sight,
Both exposed in fleshy enriching –
One on the floor lashing
In layers of vaporous finesse and intoxicating,
One in bed… at feathery sight…
One on the floor lashing
At my veins filled with their primal mad love tonight!

They burlesque in light and shadow,
Screaming illusions and taming the decadent –
Liquefied release with ravishing glow!
They burlesque in light and shadow,
Hidden kisses bring mesmerizing overflow,
Screaming illusions and taming the decadent.
They burlesque in light and shadow…
The muses contort the chaos into a majestic show.

And alas the time has arrived
For me and the muses: into eternity we depart.
Cause to you not all is to be enfolded
And alas the time has arrived
In the shivering sparks we ventured…
For me and the muses, into eternity we depart,
And alas the time has arrived –
You’re left collared in breezy chasms of erotic art…

marți, 7 iulie 2015

Verses of ice in summer’s fire



ICE

Raise the chalice!
Stir the emerald bonfire!
In the pot put liquorice
The flavor to entice;
Then in with the apprentice,
Tender to become on the balefire…
He is to be served with rice
At the guests of the campfire.

ICEICE

Behold the new vice
That cools even the fire!
Brings to the living a new spice,
By the powers of the nymphs twice,
By the muses and goddess thrice:
Setting the living and the dead afire,
The quill is rolling time’s dice
And its verses capture all in the crossfire…

ICEICEICE

At the brink of chaos I assemble the solstice
And pierce the blackness with eclipses of wildfire.
There the turquoise muse waits in her lacy bodice
To slain me behind rapture’s lattice,
My spirit to entomb deep in her abyssal precipice…
I have risen in lead wings from the thirteenth hellfire
Baptizing my decayed body with her kisses of ice
And vain mortals are sacrificed as I set her tenebrously afire.

duminică, 5 iulie 2015

Not for honor, but for you



Not for honor, but for you
The thirteen heavens will be slain,
Purged with immorality in sinful bayou…
Not for honor, but for you!
Encrypted in pagan glyphs of acajou
Molding souls until ashes remain,
Not for honor, but for you,
The thirteen heavens will be slain!

Not for honor, but for you
Gods shall rise from emptiness’s vain.
Angels flee to the nymph’s unholy domain,
Lead caskets open and bones conjure thou,
From barren clouds fells viscous rain,
To enslave all in a crypt darkened and bijou…
Not for honor, but for you!
In crimson blood and in rusty chain,
Glittering grotesque in fires of amadou,
Shadows and chaos arrive to a still
Riding spirits on the back of the carcajou.
Eternal question of submitting the will,
Not for honor, but for you,
Hidden is in maddening verses of the tainted quill…