The Singer

Ahh...there she whispers, do you hear,
The deep melodic soul that echoes
twisting in my brain, sweetly insane so profane
is my desire, inner fire, to reach out and touch
with unclean hand, gods personal choir

To me she calls, singer of my heart ache
focus of my lust, her touch, her smell
I am fell, like titan slain, my brain, her humble slave
And when I say she sings I mean that it is God that calls
and my soul trembles and takes a knee, I can not see
she is glory so bright, my light, my life
she sings...

Do you hear, the Metatron speaks, The voice of god
is calling and I am falling, crawling hands and knees
like an infant bawling, for a mothers arms, her charms,
enchantress angel marbeline dream I scream
open thy pearly gates, for I am saved
open the door to thy breath, sing my death
wash me in the blood of your soul,
let me drink thy communion little savior
and let me tear away thy mortal garbs and taste
of your flesh

Daughter of the eastern star, sing my salvation,
muse of my passions, rouse my lust
sing my soul, I quiver I shiver I reach out
and grasp at a sliver, of thy iridescent breath
as it lingers, my fingers falter and I am left hungry...
for more of of thy sweet ambrosia
so desperate am I , to steal a taste of gods breath,
from your lips

Laying in the arms of heaven

My chest rises, expanding...effortless,
(when did I ever breathe so easily)
and then falls in a kind of relaxation
that is only held in the arms of another

The feel of skin as it slides on skin
when did this caress begin, when will my paradise end
Is there another place, than this face as I gaze
into eyes so blue and hair so fine that time
is but the folly of a madman's sinful mind

Is there life beyond this moment as I hold you
as I listen to your breath, taste your skin
and touch your soul in the folds of a perfect
thigh, I cry, a tear of joy at the sight
of you who are my most tender dove
comfort and love, stolen from god and heaven above

You are my only home, whilst I lay
in arms so slight, my own might is ineffectual
wrapped in your warmth, hovering in your womb
caught in the moment of being, seeing
a kind of truth that the gospel does not preach
that most men and women never reach

Only here is unconditional love sweet god
Only here are all sins forgiven and forgotten
Only here are we truly created equal
after we have served each other in rapture and delight
good night
Here I lay... in the arms of Heaven

Hegira from dust through dawn

Primordial mud, a beginning such
That deserved so little recognition
Replicating forms, in oceans warm
The start of our beauty and cognition
Who would have guessed, when properly pressed
That evolution would create such a wonder
That though times variation, our defining salvation
Was that no event could put our kind under


So hard to grasp, this sysiphean task
That life would develope understanding
But once on the road, our advancment flowed
Our hunger for knowlege so demanding
Implacable minds, assiduous drive
We made tools and then homes and now art
Semiotic signs become expressionist lines
Spoken words now meaning do impart


Now linked are we, to this tumultuous sea
Of universal dust still revolving
With endless potential, and manipulation essential
Our art is also still evolving
But what canvas is this, a paramount trick
Making poetry from our very flesh
With scientist mind, we sculpt so sublime
As biology and art we now mesh

Taoist Serpent Bite

Step not through tenebrous stygian cloud
But seek numinus path and walk around
Not mere peregrinations but hegira seek
Like Nimrod hunt for pastures sweet

And when at last you stand on fecund ground
With epicene spirit united in crown
Seek from this diadem a docent to ask
Why cognation has made life such a sisyphean task

Freedom

Ah...sweet freedom have I found,
liberation from stagnation, mental emancipation,
swirling colors of ethereal vibration,
In essence neural rapture and total exaltation
of the burning yearning purpose of man in creation

Freedom of thought and flesh begin to mesh
as desires are realized and manifested
No more are hopes and dreams congested
no more are my innocent ideas molested
I am man. I am free. I am justice.

My skin is ambient with the halo of desire
like solar shards, crystalline daggers, piercing particles
glowing showing rolling flares, brilliant bright fire light
coursing forcing god-like, subtle celestial might

Lazarus with new life given,
Jesus and Osiris risen
Ganesha reformed with elephant head
Anubis as my guide, I return from the dead

She Roams

Somewhere, out there, she roams

With skin that inspires hands to touch
and moves males to disquiet much
and make a war that females know
is but a dance to virility show

She glides the shadows and skirts the light
Churns men's minds and perfumes the night
With scent of clove and jasmine flower
draped in sky at midnight hour

But wherefore shall I find this dream
that haunts my mind with thoughts obscene
Uncaptured she is, where no one knows
but out there, somewhere...she roams

Illicit and Allysa (for two old friends)

Soft skin, gentle touch
Movements like satin, cheeks flush
Two perfect lovers, warm candle light
The silhouette of two women, alone in the night

Supple subtle curves, press and slide and move
Deep intoxicating breath, as they slip into the groove
Familiar tastes, the feel of grace, wanton desire on an angels face
The scent of their nectars on each others breath
The moan that slips the lips at a lovers caress

Forbidden treasures, untouched by man
Playfully teased by a feminine hand
Clenched fists, rose peddles kiss, surge of electric fire and bliss
Exhausted lovers under covers creep
Wrapped in each others warmth, together they sleep

Over each other, gently draped
Still as the night, the morning await
Two perfect lovers, warm moon light
The silhouette of two women, alone in the night