foreplay:

the alarm clock flashes midnight as i wake
it is always flashing midnight
what wakes me is love
what matters is not much

insanity has a price
i take it hard
fall and keep falling
things are bad
today they turned off
the radio

i rely on temptation and patience
the wildest beast is but game
to the mind

a moment in time
flows like wine
where should the line be drawn
but in communication
where will it say
"not this time"
where will it say
"not ever"

we are all
we realize and more
the more - bigger than us all
close the circle in time
here we began and
here we are

let us celebrate each other
we are not in the words

come camping


the following poems are also on a java scroller at
http://painstreet.com (the-hold #53)


the sun does not long for the dawn


At Stake

What I desired most
ran in fear
and terror of my way
staying to explain
found little to say
The risk was that
I wouldn't carry through
and stall within the blaze
Virgin in realization
raped by the knowledge
that stakes my body

***


Trail of Lilith

I kiss her cold purple lips
sending sparks of energy
back through the shiver
into the netherworld
of undestined interference
The obstacle is crushed -
decimated totally
In a flash of impact the
creator is born again
destroying everything that preceded
So simple and direct is the
way of the child
unveiled in cloaks of confusion
unrepentantly commanded of desire

Ancillary corpses littered my path
as the trail of Lilith I followed vigilant
In the catacombs I searched
found the one who held the
secret map to the periphery
and as I realize the route
from a higher perspective
it now again becomes the
dream reflected in the
macrocosm of this
puzzle that ensnares me

Cold to the touch
shivers course through me
embraced by empathetic understanding
and acceptance
She called it a play
but her silent soliloquy opened
my eyes in awareness
At first shocked at the clarity of
vision it wasn't long before the
understanding became the oppressor
and I again rejected it
in favor of the mystery

Lived within the darkness
the blackness of nonexistence
that sucks light from stars
and yet the resistance is what
gives us beauty
Release of laughter
like orgasm of the soul
was to animate the form
that lay cold and stiffened
within the inner chamber
of the crypt
I make love to the vision that still
dances in my memory
infuse the dead flesh with
life and the miracle of
spontaneous regeneration
As the darkness absorbs light
it becomes light
and further awareness of interior
nonexistence

She lays there in
innocent poisoned slumber
I give my life to see her dance
and be the echo to her laughter

***


Golden Penis

Drawn and quartered by jealousy
love followed deep within
the bowels of hell
Retrieved the one that was
the match
the soul that was twin to
the soul

For a time satiated
basking in glow
of morning love
the spirit of passion lingered
to feast

Beg of my forgiveness
and mercy
Get on your knees to
worship the totem pole of your God
prostrate before the magnificence
of his glory
adoring in perfection of the
Golden Penis

Scepter of justice
entombed in the Temple of Mendes
resurrects the erection of the king
It pierces protection of homogeny
The goat demented of lust
hidden under the altar
within the rectory
dedicates the offerings of Christ
to pagan gods of power

So it was
I spent little more time pondering
the uncultured
ways of the natives

The priestess charmed me
to allow the spirit access
and rage into her acceptance
The gift always well received
paves way for the birth
of another demon child
unmanifested in physical existence

I wore the Verscica Piscis
on my breast and cherished
the life sustaining cocoon
that allowed me to evolve
embrace humility of sacrificial
offering and begin the
reconstruction of the abbey

The sun doesn't fault life
that springs forth
dependent on it's power
nor is it lessened by reflection
It again comes as a horned
god riding a chariot of fire
across the heavens
undaunted by the rebel flame
that devours it's fruit

***


Exquisite Way

The sun
A hole in the sky
Cacophonous Kaddishem
Mary Magdalene
to the Magog
Realms of magick open
for the gene of chaos

Magnetic waving energy
travels by electrical impulse
and the love of gravity
you sacrifice for release
is static
message of revival
woven into an
electric blanket
takes the brunt
of onslaught
I know you are there
allow me to feel you
Touch me

Yours are possibilities
imagined
and mine discipline
of focus within ritual
never impoverished
Renouncing old ways
Realigned electric
of the aura with
shifting of the magnetic
poles

I love your way
Softness of your fingertips
The exquisite way
you are what you were
called to be

***


Silver Rings

Silver rings
Charms and links
Spirit pulsing

Declared intention
of conflict

Every warrior gets tired
Sometime
Stressful days
Vigilant nights
Get long

Fairy charms
Silver rings
Golden coins for toll

It is not easy to laugh
At sadness
No simple thing
To deny truth
In sanity

Silver rings
Threads and strings
For the key chain

***


Nova Ex Veteris

Holy Harlots' dance
to arcadian rhythm
invoke God's take of homily
adored in rented ensemble
and head of the king
to Ishtar - love and war
exalt each consort
and destroy him in turn
Enormous Erection of Enki
ejaculates life giving waters
and the Holy Ziggurat of Horran
towers to the heavens
Sun and moon dance in circles
spinning in season
after season
then God comes to Avram
sends him into the desert
and brakes the chain

***


In The Sunrise

From a twighlit blue veil
came a man through the mist
Slipped in from behind
feigning death in your arms
He offered endowment
and clipped your wings
but the freedom you seek
disappears when you're weak
In rejecting sadness
you owe it to yourself
when death comes, to be
the warrior in the sunrise

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