free verse

I See You

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I see you through the window of a whiskey bottle,
I see you through the red lights,
I see you through the smoke of inebriation,
I see you through the drunken revelry,
I see you through the pain,
I see you through the dancing masses,
I see you through the delirium,
I see you through the empty sounds,
I see you through the loss,
I see you through the endless possibilities,
I see you through the end of time.


To Kiss

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Oh, to kiss,
To know that scorching fire,
Letting the heart burn,
To scar the soul with delirious memory.

Oh, to kiss,
To hold insanity in my hands,
Touching silken skin,
To caress that pounding breast.

Oh, to kiss,
To wreck the world with passion
And light the midnight sky,
To scream to the infinite sun’s.

Oh, to kiss,
To feel the addictive melancholy,
Weeping on lonely nights
And to rage against fate.

Oh, to kiss those lips,
To know that scorching fire,
Letting the heart burn,
To scar the soul with delirious memory.

Oh, to kiss those lips,
To walk in delirious contemplation,
Working the soles raw,
To feel the pain fully realized.

Oh, to kiss those lips,
To embrace one last time,
Letting passion speak
And letting hands wander.

Oh, to kiss those lips,
To kiss between breasts,
Feeling the heartbeat thump,
To dance naked in a bed of desire.

Oh, to kiss those lips once again,
To know that scorching fire,
Letting the heart burn,
To scar the soul with delirious memory.

Oh, to kiss those lips once again,
To tear the flesh with nails and teeth,
Violent and tender,
To thrust against welcoming hips.

Oh, to kiss those lips once again,
To bite and thrust in rhythm,
Pulling against the friction,
To push against the pain.

Oh, to kiss those lips once again,
To reach that tantric enlightenment,
Resisting until the snake crowns,
To burst together in ecstasy.

Oh, to kiss . . .

Oh, to kiss those lips . . .

Oh, to kiss those lips once again . . .


Reach

The hands of temptation reach

For the strings of lust.

Oh, to put goodness aside

And give in to the darkness.


Sermon

Preaching the word of inebriation,

For they are the living and the lost

Seekers of comfort.

For they shine In the night

Falling when the sun rises.

They are the Wanderers in the streets

Reveling in the shining and radiant filth.

Sipping the sinner’s delight.

The cities twilight.


Flirt

A glance from beneath a black hat,

Seductive smile from across a busy room,

Gentle flirtations,

Longing looks,

Intoxicating.


Within the Street Lit Room

Within the street lit room
The woman stands with her back to the man.

Within the street lit room
The man walked towards her.

Within the street lit room
The city flashes from behind the blinds.

Within the street lit room
She turns to catch his gaze.

Within the street lit room
Anger fills his face.

Within the street lit room
She smiles gently.

Within the street lit room
The crowds and cars blair from Below.

Within the street lit room
Falls a knife.

Within the street lit room
The door slams violently.

Within the street lit room
The sounds of a woman running down the hall can be heard.

Within the street lit room
Is the smell of iron and liquor.

Within the street lit room
Lies the man bloodied and fallen.

Then the street lit room
The Beast lies dead.


The Lonely Walk of Madness

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On a night-time walk,
To clear this mind of sadness,
For a woman lost,
Became a tale of madness.

Through old oaken groves,
On a chilly starlit night,
Thick mists snuck in and
Words that brought consuming fright.

Etu-Autu-FormeUm-Dast
Bentu-Cutu-ArmeUm-Yast.
Etu-Autu-FormeUm-Dast
Bentu-Cutu-ArmeUm-Yast.

Beats sound from unknown
Corners as shades come by fog.
And fires flutter,
Scented embers brought gray smog.

Fetish sits center,
Hooded circle come about.
With barbarous chants
The alien minds call out.

Etu-Autu-FormeUm-Dast
Bentu-Cutu-ArmeUm-Yast.
Etu-Autu-FormeUm-Dast
Bentu-Cutu-ArmeUm-Yast.

Barren head of death,
Carved with sigils great and small.
Idol of power,
To the ancient ways recall.

With the heart’s rhythm
The shadows begin to dance.
Smoke rises to heights
The daemons begin to prance.

Etu-Autu-FormeUm-Dast
Bentu-Cutu-ArmeUm-Yast.
Etu-Autu-Formeum-Dast
Bentu-Cutu-Armeum-Yast.

Faster the beats rise,
Frenzied are the shadow beasts.
Fog and smoke and heat,
Drunk on the mystical feasts.

Intoxicated
By beats and chants and thick smoke.
Blue and black fire,
The gifts of gnosis evoke.

Etu-Autu-FormeUm-Dast
Bentu-Cutu-ArmeUm-Yast.
Etu-Autu-FormeUm-Dast
Bentu-Cutu-ArmeUm-Yast.

Deathly fetish glows
As a dark liquid light spews.
Burning cold and thick,
Shifting with unearthly hues.

Then all became still,
And the ghostly creatures stared.
Alone in the dark,
Motionless, afraid, impaired.

Etu-Autu-FormeUm-Dast
Bentu-Cutu-ArmeUm-Yast.
Etu-Autu-FormeUm-Dast
Bentu-Cutu-ArmeUm-Yast.

Shades and shadows fade,
Silence comes and the fog clears.
Dare I ask what came
Dare I look in deepest fears.

By the light of dawn,
Arrives the deep cleansing rains,
And clearing quickly,
Eyes widen to what remains.

Etu-Autu-FormeUm-Dast
Bentu-Cutu-ArmeUm-Yast.
Etu-Autu-FormeUm-Dast
Bentu-Cutu-ArmeUm-Yast.

Deep scars and pale rotting stains.


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Visual Poetry: Kundalini

Part of the visual poetry series
Part of the visual poetry series

Part of the visual poetry series