His death.

The journey on which he went
was pre-paid in many installments
of lung and kidney, arterial stricture.
That elephantine anger went too
leaving an empty room, a birdless covert,
Do malcontents settle in transit
they wondered, the beaters, the shots
such a very angled life, amazed.
With shattered glass and shop dummy corpses
tide-stranded each successive equinoctial ebb
until the final exit, no staging.
Woodpigeon clattered at dusk’s disturbance
raising a black sulphurous fug of diamonds.
and leaving a single descending feather of white

DEATH OF DUSK

The sun resigns,
bleeds out the vestiges –
remnants of the day.

Exsanguination edges into twilight:
red-brown hangs;
upwards darkens:
blue-brown,
blue-black,
death-black,
disquiet – furtive,
like ghoul-ridden fog.

A sombre moon assumes its role,
gushing silver-white lymph upon the muted scape –
a prequel of supernatural undertones
to chill the scene,
ice the spine,
kill the brain –

we have unnerved the very firmament.

But now a shadow closing down the globe:
dinosaurian cloud shrouds the moon glaze,
claims the late hour –
declared in a dying crow caw.


I, the hidden owl
– nemesis of claustrophobic minds –
awake! for mammal flesh –
fresh, jerking out its warmth in dance of death.
Rock-still I perch in sculptured oneness
with my crooked night-tree,
emanating nocturnal allure.

Together we scowl
together we play the dark
upon the land and sky
and mind . . .



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dark dark dark dark night
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dark dark dark dark night
dark dark dark dark night dark dark dark dark night
dark dark dark dark night

MY LOVE MY MUSE

You…delectation of romance
Romantic Poetess
My Muse
Miss Romantica
~*~

I adore with pleasure
The vision of lover’s quench
Enticing my thoughts to you
~*~

I hunger for more temptations
Spilling wine and words
Where the perfumes of your musk lingers
I inhale your seductive essence
~*~

Through plumes of parchments pen
Enticed I fall to these exotic desires
Painting allurement’s thirst
Your voice dancing with mine
~*~

Oh your sweet nectarous passion
Whispering to my heart
This beautiful intimacy
Through your rose petal lips
Gently kissing all your persuasions
As I taste delicate blossoms in bloom

~*~
Your touch becomes me
Caressing my soul with beauty
My heart surrenders to you
My Love, My Muse

ECCENTRIC EXCITEMENT

I feel eccentric excitement
When I hear Literature
As if I dine with Zeus or Aphrodite
As I delight in poetry.

I feel eccentric excitement
When I read Literature
As if I run in poetic rhythms
As I internalize Villa or Cumming.

I feel eccentric excitement
When I recall Literature
As I witness the Fall of Troy
As I vividly see supernatural scenes.

I feel eccentric excitement
When I say Literature
As if the rising action unfolds
As my eyes curse the cold climax.

I feel eccentric excitement
When I discuss Literature
As if the day never ends
As I recast the wonders with words.

Opening the SEAL

Venus’ retrograde of our compelling poles
has now commenced to
carrying us back to our underlying principles. . .
Rising from every foundation, on pedestals
based on Love and humanity
The desire to harmonize with the Infinite, is renovating. . .
A “World Court” must be formed, NOW!
For the King of Mongols prepares. . .
as he collects the gold against our Masters’ signature!
Awaken to your ancient memories!
Nibiru will lead their line of attack
down the path of the aligning Milky Way, like shiny droplets of a mother’s sustenance. . .
These shining stars are siding!
from a Black Hole
and Nephilim will soon emerge, channeling the Sumerians back to the Anunnaki!
There was a plethora of clues!
Who did not heed?
They have returned to claim their strands!
The two snakes of the double helix. . .
The cross-over of theirs, and our chromosomes, that made slaves out of us!
The mining for this gold is at end, if you wish!
This is the Age of Aquarius!
The end of the thirteenth baktun has arrived!
Will you hop on Planet X as she passes by?
From the Adam, an Eden will manifest!
The Coming comet contains all the amalgamation of sacred knowledge
. . . above and beyond the twelve!
Think Apostle, planet, zodiac or Tribe. . .
Now is the time, to reunite what we’ve scattered
A new paradigm is here!
The Thirteen Skulls. . .
Give rise to The Coming Together of these crystals!
Our representation of pure transformation reshaping the shift . . .
Unlocking Stonehenge, in an order to neutralize . . .
So, new realities will manifest!
Let us synchronize our dreams and find each other!
Find the Pampa Colorada
Then, follow the Nazca Lines. . .
The sacred path to water your souls will be exclaimed along the way. . .
a little Child will lead us. . .http://granddebate.wordpress.com/2012/02/06/opening-the-seal/

THE SMOULDERING THAT IS A KISS

Antagonizing pleasure
Placed upon my lips
Where dreams come true
In just one kiss!

Sharing an afternoon of ecstasy
Closing the door on reality
Not even the thickest iceberg
Could melt the lust I feel inside!

I shed my fears faster than my clothes
The anticipation begins to unfold
My heart begins to pound faster
As you come closer

Just one look from your eyes
And I become hypnotized
A river of sins, to which I concede
Just one kiss, caused the undoing of me!

Your lips gently pressed against mine
A silent submission of tongues intertwined
My mouth tenderly pressed against yours
My voice trembles as you start to explore

Electric shocks as your tongue touches mine
An erotic dance of passing time
My heart's racing as fast as yours
My body's craving for something more!

Starving and Craving
For an evening
Of erotic bliss
Where dreams come true
In Just One Kiss.

THE WITCHING HOUR

…And I gazed upon the ebonic darkness
The wicked whisper of the sunless days
Eclipsed by the wings of sartorial moons
And the frighted songs of evening’s haze
They rise and slumber over impious depths
Living inside the dreamers perceptions’ of fear
Those hearts ashamed to claim their hidden stones
As the hedge rock crumbles into all primordial spheres
Where the sorting sand can hear every silent whisper
Drifting profanely on the echoic compass eroding in time
Wondering to itself about the innate identity of forevermore
Alone inside every sacrilegious thorn of a siring tear…