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Eros! Do Not Flee from Me!

MY adventure began no less than upon this chilling night when homes of many lower their shades and kill the light.
As sullen souls lay down for bed and fall into dreams some common sense was telling me I ought to follow; but my heart stood firm and I – in place of fear!

While conviction (that solid shiny compass) melted color-pale and heavy fright that night my plan was nothing
more than this: to find the house of EROS to cure my heart of alder blight! After Chaos, Gaia, and Tartarus he
was born but for I — as I for him this night, my ambition over fear.

EROS, the God of Love and sexuality could show the path for enduring love of my bride to be … my writ of right!
Nothing more to keep me still so I fled into the frozen hills upon a whirlwind. Yes, me the mere mortal like EROS I sped
beating glittering golden wings upon my hidden fear.

Heavy a burden of knowing what must be, that fate of me. As my beast passed through the mist and soared in height she
bravely carried on across barren wasteland and icy bog as sad and frozen waters gravely sang to me, “CHAOS …” and
my eyes were slightly hidden – Monmouth and fear.

And it seemed to me that humanity might have just begun as we moved by wood and sullen hill surging forth in might.
Oh! Pity us as EROS must feel the greater that his bride was no less than CHAOS!

Soon I came upon a chasm which has no name but keeps a flame the light of Luna burned – to see the truth of life this night.

The dance of light upon the night stirred a feeling within my soul.

Soothing my beast I released the burden of my weight and there she fled into the night like burning crystal – who eased my fear.

And within the gaping chasm of this slightly twisted gash of soil I faced my future fate by gently carefully moving forward into that dim light.

And into the night like oil each footstep soaked inside my soul; the fear within this slice of time grabbing my throat
so fierce and I, like EROS, felt as one with love, less that burning fear.

My mind a fever beating like a raging river I slowly seeped into the porous night
like some hungry ravenous creature who only wishes blood and bite. But soon that moment of decision as I met that ancient door of lore.

And with my hand so cold and grey I took to knock upon the legend no less EROS. In retrospect I must confess: seconds felt as minutes – minutes like hours, all in fear!

The sane and stable heart might wish to judge the fool I am but the need for love is stronger than the shame of fools
or mortal smite. To those who know the pain and silence of an empty life tonight compels the heart to find one’s lover
and to face one’s fear!

But this night my plan was nothing more than this: to find the house of that primordial god EROS no less
after Chaos, Gaia, and Tatarus he was born but for I — as I for him this night my ambition would find the way
feeble fear fled my coattails — chaos, darkness and abyss.

Nothing more to see so I fled into the frozen hills.

Yes me the mere mortal like EROS I sped upon a whirlwind beating glittering golden wings upon the night’s tempest
The burden of know what must be and that fate of me jarred my senses as my beast carried me across the wasteland.

The cold and waters so sadly sang to me DARK CHAOS by the grey woods and sullen hills I surged forth
ignoring fear.

Through my eyes were slight covered by cloth the light of Luna burned as though humanity truly only began to see the truth of life this night.

Pity us as EROS must feel to be when he mated DARK CHAOS

Entwined in wings they brought forth humanity who first saw light of day!

There within the smoke, within the mire of smirk and defiled fire sat Apophis. The one who took away the love that was the love meant for this soul of me.


Deepest Fall

Gone away like a moonbeam that has only passed over me

Why did I not know that she had left me for good?

The night is shattered and she is not with me.

The wind is silent tonight. The stars shiver in the sky.

My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture

What does it matter that my love could not keep her?

The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all.

Deepest Fall.

:: 120.07.2022 ::


THE FAMILY CHERRY STONER

i have allowed the world
to rape me with its eyes
and with thoughts they have
stabbed me through.
be kind be grateful
i have heard these voices pray
a shattered-like brown preserving
jar broken too;
a squashing pressure perturbing
my heart ~ a *Family Cherry Stoner
making six goblets redder than life
a condiment bottle for my tears
a broken doll upon crutches
fixing it’s wooden puzzles
And my bed, the gathering basket
upon the bread which lay my Soul;
and there i go! Falling upward
and begging so!

:: 05-29-2017 ::

*(Circa 1880-1900: advertised as “The Family Cherry Stoner,” the cherry pitter–intended to remove the stone without squashing the fruit was a popular kitchen item).


VICTORIAN LIGHT

1

i am so electric so postcard pathetic
i am the Victorian light
of a street lamp following you
i am the army of one heart
shipping off to war with love
i am so eccentric so alive in you

2

i cut my tongue licking an envelop
i am the moonlight of a time
i am still singing the body electric
i wonder if my words shall reach you
i am the ‘i’ of all i feel thinking
i say my beating heart belongs to you

3

and if all my honoring of you is fire
in the glad hours of my mourning
i am worth what here upon this Earth
if i never say if i never write these
little scribbles of words of my beating
heart that walked for lives honoring you

4
and if i threw everything within the fire
of centuries loving you it’s all i can do
our bodies at each instant beating hearts
like tasting fields of red strawberries
and i cut my tongue upon the edge of you
i am the moonlight of your life all love

:: 09-16-2015 ::


VICTORIAN TIMES SO CREEPY

so you say poverty is dishonorable
a lack of moral virtue
fuck industriousness
living in Victorian times suck
have grandpa come on over
dressed as a greek wood nymph
and he posses on a table in the
parlour room while everyone
applauds — so entertaining
and macabre!
And the River Thames pours its
pea-soup over the city ; a fog
so thick i can barely see Jack
ripping up another poor soul —
the king bans coal fires and
many freeze to death!
it’s okay to serve you a bowl
of animal brains and even a heart
but you prefer the turtle for
it’s green jello-like fat,
imagine that!
and McDee’s no different with
it’s pink slime! But memento
mori (remember you shall die)
is a snapshot photographic horror
smiling with the dead while you
say cheese…

:: 08-08-2015 ::


did_BURSTING THINGS

I kissed did_Bursting things
where the sleepyHeart (in myself)
 burned away the fever
of faithless-EyEs
of Individual\BeautyForms

Ephemeral_things-Bursting did,
a paranormalCog-noThing piece
a steam Punk Victor-IAN
fashion Brass-Leather beating!
Beating souls in my flowerPot
of Things and only pepper-Like
dust remains…

:: ~~~ ::


TO THEE I SAY

To thee I say,
what is the most
beautiful poem
That kindles your
heart so brightly

For mine heart surely knows
what brings the morning light
and the sing-song of birds

Before me, I clearly see
such prose —
Your heart, face and soul
is thoust most beautiful poem!

:: 09-19-2014 ::


CHASING HARE

I SHAN’T be long this day
for I am gathering
the brood
Sister bring the daisies
as sometimes
— the hare devour
Leave the cupboard spirits
and tend to father’s farm
— my hands are raw and bare!
And tonight I have a grand affair
the genteel
— sprouts my field
and I’ve nothing for my hare
Your foolery spoils my day
curse be a ruined affair!

:: 01-22-2014 ::


MOONLIGHT PALE

A SLUMBERING breeze blows
beyond clambering hills
and conjures a song
So somber from trees

Beneath…

Crystal silence sings
a painful burning flesh
and threads in dreams
devouring numbing stings

So stiff the twilight
that constricts my throat
I muffle a yawning cry
from dawning fright

The moon…

Lay pale in listless shroud
and death is no wonder
In varnished white clouds
comes rumbless thunder

Never a stretch in mind
Oh, fiery blood, crackle bone
Only limb, neck and hair
Sharp fangs– a soulless moan

And you…

Forgive me, for I am cannibal
so romantic and tragic is my tail
Slaying both human and animal
always beneath a moonlight pale

I am the shadow

Beneath your footfalls
and dark cold light within
In tearless eyes of yellow
My hunger screams for you

In your dreams

I come, nimble and serene
Prancing first for smell
toward scents you resemble
and within your morbid dreams

I will always scream for you

:: ancient ::