behemoth's lace

ahhhh
hide away
cloak and stalk
linger where
the grasses weave
celtic knots
when solar winds
blow
the static crackles
along lines
slicked with
emotional verve

do see the shimmer?
the veiled mimeo
on twisted edge
between
lurid worlds?
which is tangible
and which madness'
shallow plumped
scarecrow?

tatted sounds
echo round
the water's skirt,
the notes pursue
wherever you turn

is this the eclipse?
the emotional sadist?
go gently now....
those weakened dreams
they flicker so
and comfort
undetectable
dramas
'tween altered
grasps
and
sanity's fear

bevel

flirt, feint
pass this way
affront on a whim
the dance of what?
love?
. . interest?
. . . . abhorrence?
oh please,
this is just a romp
to garner absorption

haunt me
delight me
....enrage me
objective skin
glistened and raw
enigmatic harm
on an empty void
secured

feint this way
bow that
weave and gurgle
a jewel to be relished
must be tethered first

did it shine just for you?
passers-by glance
but nary show interest
or aptitude
nor distinguish
the crown's blush

but you must be
possessed
of the eye to
abashed elegence
for the lustrous
bevel to approach

are you worthy?
can you dance
the swing of
permissions?
....sway
in and around
the cloud's opaqueness
see it?
....and now you don't

it calls you, hmm?
do you really want
to play this game?
to be sought
by angels in
dirvished facets
singing
a feathered chorus
to be explored
at leisure's
frenetic pace?

strapped hollows

trip, flip, skip
those honeyed veins
skewed across grey
marbled lists
of eunuched
entities,
alust amidst
crowded schools
of gnarling and
backhanded groans
during Ravi's rest

vacant eyes
whence no one
and nothing
engages intellect's
frill
where? how?
whyfor the loosed
mouths
hollering down
those damned
columned
reverberations....

soft, softly, softest?
does anyone care?
all heads turned,
not an eye forward,
yet....
did you see the uh?
I did, and the echo
was peached and narrow
gliding down and under
strapped hollows
flooded

abracadabra

three times five,
the golden UB
crown
cubic stone
and azure rampart
blessed with
the sum of the three
squared étoile
clutched by cardinal pylons,
Urim and Thummin's
crescent
divines all concerns

mercy holds
geometry's staff
the Pitris power
evident
febrile sabre triumphs
the violation
and virtues
numbered

cuirass's divine
doctrine
renders sage
invulnerable
while the lumped soil
goes worshipped

the pawed men
of eiditic image
in sharpened
shades of grey,
straining
yet synchronized
behold
justice's meadow

the master cubes
the elements,
his righteous guides
shape the heart,
train the waters,
balance the
inner foes

face the crippling
use it
construe it
transcend the
infatuating
restrictions

what i have said will be done

masque

does the mask give meaning?
security?
sanctuary?
why did you don it in the first place?
did the diversion carry you away?
and now....
now, you can't even emerge
from behind the facade....

do the dreams give clues?
solace?
junction?
veils move of their own accord
or by the surreal's drafted whisper,
it only takes the mind's
evanescent focus
to cause a moment's rift

does delusion fuel your control?
the denial?
lucidity?
what if you loosed those reins?
would the world splinter
into conception's fractured offspring?

does the shadow bind the faults?
insecurities?
inhibitions?
does it lead one to destruction?
or discovery of a path strewn
with reason?
ascertain that the shroud
haunts you before realeasing

do the words dim the man?
draw the shade?
glance a blow?
can the curses be heard
above the dull roar of ignorance?
intolerance?
incoherence?
confounded identities
bounteous and extreme
polish the light of intelligence
....withdrawn

bitter ash

to ken a lil bit 'o nothing
is to own the arcane's
trail of wreckage….
allow the path to twist,
though The Deceiver's view
verges on the blasphemous

the jewels of life's decency
though humble,
shine all the brighter….
did they exist at all
before adversity
had been swept aside
by time's draught?

the water sheds it's shell,
writhing
and disgorging forth
bitter ashes
to be swept away,
tarnished and mildewed
waves
left debauched
beside the shores
of affection and
torn, trampled
ideals

the hum…...oh the hum
of those left over thoughts
whirling
and gasping
for excess's splurge
the need to expel
tantamount
to a firey
conflagration
of echoed
fragility….
'for zenithed insights
wither….

owned by reason

doors and windows
wide and shut
the light
blindingly
uncouth
as it scatters
before truth's
vision,
one must always
empty the bottle
of picked over
senses
before the dream
can be denied

sacred
beginnings
mixed
and few,
wisdom's impact
blunt
oh....
to be owned....
by reason
....and frailty

saturn progresses
clutching to it's halo
uncanny dialogue,
the ignorant
forced to sink
deeper,
and cornered
observations
dragging loose
and random
spirits
chewed up
by innocence
towards the edge
of lucidity

spoken tedium inquires,
while life is sucked
from the marrow
of faith,
a model
of abused identity
....assuaged