Arms Plutonic

Would A woman as You turn away

For what THEY say? My sight shouts from Sheol 

While missiles of imprecations

Bless their detonations against my flesh

Mortal spirits hear this-the Aloness

Of a Witness wandering wastes and wonders

Blanketed by moonlight, thus blackened, hence one

Hears a blight burrow into the world

As though a tree tricked by Kali to grow

An anti-life birthing berries

whiter than dissolution. Would you,

A siren singing my drowning, offer

This fruit to me, or beg my leave?

Would you allow THEM to say you? What say You?

Enfold yourself in my arms & know no harm

–A hymn of Silence reigns now

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Cobalt (O/S)

Why,  why do you cry behind your smile 
While daylight dances in your eyes?
A Delight of thighs thrumming my desire 
Is checked by a glimmer of storm 
Unborn in a smile like Amber 
Or ambrosia striking dead my tounge which 
Yearns to run along your body 
As A child at play, the scent 
Of your sex covers & kindles me 
With a hint of honey hiding 
An ocean where drowning is all one can do-
But who are you upon that shore peering into tidal pools?

*Rebirth-Black Laquer Prelude (I/S)

Obsidian-the slice sliding home to route

Uprooting vine and vein,  branch and fang 
With a cut clean as scalpels , too deep 
Like deluges sang by Typhon 
Sword of storm shattered and all that mattered 
Scattered into atoms 
Schismed the sigil of before 
Rebirthed from star’s core to breathe my dying
*this poem takes place before Ceiba time

Not Found (I/S)

  
Lost, guided by 
Doubt clenching 
the heart 
like a skin being beat-called real 
by shades dreaming , 
A stream mirrors Itself,here below fire 
Grows beneath Ceiba swaying to an aria 
of a black moon Shining my midnight
of 2nd sight 
Still Singing stillness salted with weariness all of which writhes beneath phoenix wing

Long Walk (I/S)

  


Crimson cries the moon shining behind a midnight 

Of a walker, wandering towards Absence 

Absinthe-the walk off the Road Where emeralds 

of curses wait to save you 
Obsidian laps along the side of the Road 
As the soul sinks into the moment
Meandering, somewhere in here is a Way
Toward a turning, burning off 
The flesh to inscribe the bone With runes 
stolen by a javelin aloft again
One day this urn will light no more

Swerving the aerial to burn again 
Dancing the delight & demise of Icarus 
Foreseen, fortune is no friend to what’s fleeting 
Seething the sight gestating, blindness 
Loathe to leave, lingering 
As a lover 
lying that they will stay 

Drink (Outer Spiral)

  

Bring your cup here and be filled with plumes of fires 

Secreting themselves between trees where hide 

moonbeams minding the tune you spell your doom to. 

Yes- dance to the song tearing tendon, strumming 

every string to the beat of a breath leaving itself 

GATEWAY-Ceiba Link Up (I/S)

  
Her roots tastes what the crown does sipping Silence 
Sending song into the skull
Trepanned 
to understand the flow down below 
where Wings unfold to roll the unknown. 
Soul & sword melt to fire and feather 
The Night inside too violet, its bloom 
Bleeding into the Nothing, what tracks?
Here the traceless leaves moon-son faceless