Mercurial Ambrosia / Profitis Ilías and Cinnabar

From the rudiments of the votive offerings that were outlined from the Megaron, a grammar was looming that sought terminologies in the lexicons of those who would intervene in the ruling party of the same patron twin; in such a symbiosis by naming him Mandragoron.  Vernarth came already ready after the fringed platform of the Acrotera modules, and in his affirmation of how he will appear before the plinth of Athenea and Zeus, who were awakening from a reminiscence of the Nemeton Druid, to go in the responsibility of the active life of austerity, and in the greyish roots of Zeus's oak that was rummaging, attend to the lively brushstrokes of three-dimensionality of the "V", which could be seen concentrically in the Pergamon frieze. The "V" emerges from the sculptor's cardiac center of escape and perspective, in the polys-perspective of gigantomachy where Athenea apprehends the suffering Alcyoneus by the hair in a deadly belligerent perspective and in convulsions of Satanic enthronement; Alluding to the apocalyptic epistle of Saint John the Apostle, on the vertical optics of the great Maker of pnemo-images or aerial nuances in the semi-open eyes of the giant suffering in Alcyoneus, with lost encumbrances from the maternal power of his matron Gea, for a polytheistic empire and adverse towards the border of the Christ anointed in unison, and of the better-known reliefs of the Athenea panel. Her contracted forehead and her belly convulsively are constricted, which only leaves us suffering and mortal fear. In the arranged thing the giant loses contact with the mother of him Gea of him; Disappearing land leaving you vulnerable. The sacred serpent of Athenea will **** Alcioneo by biting him on the chest (ibidem Vernarth's suffering pectoral from Bumodos, Tel Gomel.)

Nike will consummate the victory, and then from the exhausted stadiums of the Pergamon amphitheater, Wonthelimar will bring the Victory with the other "V" of the goddess Nike, also borne by Athenea Nikephoros. From this duplicity both are transposed into Vernarth's "V" as an initiatory pseudonym; that will graph the reinforced twin of the Hellenic genesis of Wonthelimar, articulating from this Prótypo with the genesis of the cardinal Mandragoron that will be architectural and deified Vernarthian hierarchy:

Cardinal Mandragoron

- North : Vóreios  (Zefian Boreal)
- South  : Nótos    (Austral of Borker)
- West.  :  Dyticá   (Sunset of Leiak)
- East    :  Aftó       (Equinoctial of Kaitelka)

The Cinnabar Tsambiko, had bushy inclinations with the Mercurial Ambrosia, for the good of large metropolises of Mercurial Pollen, for those of a single deity coming from polytheistic Pergamum, in a flaw that is centrally concentrated in the monotheism of the Mandragoron, which will rise from the rocky of Mount Profitis Ilias from the height of the rhizomatic basalts, to condemn those who betray them, if they are stripped of the Lepidoptera. In the same way akin to a bucolic immortal, in dietetic miraculous, for basal ingenuities of nomenclatures, from the focal point of indigestion that dies with the digestion of sacred food, led by healing perceptions and sensations of the well-known world of ferment. It could be a Backoi, Kykeon, or Nepenthe, preferring to be swallowed by the Titans, to later filter honey that evaporates and volatilizes towards the Sulphurous Cinnabar, containing the bi-compound and sacred Mercurial Ambrosia, to later be disposed of with a vile gargle to the disposition of mortals who were to be immortal like Heracles. From this mythological infundity, the potion for Vernarth is abstracted from smearing it on his nose and on his pectoral, so that his wound that did not heal does not rot...; perhaps his Hellenic heart in rubble anticipated the destruction of future archaeological works. Or perhaps to imbue it in the chest of Achilles, like Vernarth, but it would be so as not to resist fasting. Liquids with entomology and Lepidoptera from Gethsemane in flocks come to clean the scabs of the heroes, who are only able to resist such effusion and subtle prophylaxis, stinging Prometheus a single sip in this new Mercurial Ambrosia.

all thy
despairing words,
lifted from furrowed-lined brow

resting now
upon silver-trayed fingertips,
whereupon and thereupon,
enhanced, rotated, cropped,
18kt gold coated

re-
turned to a good turn

trans-
ported to a novice station

tele-
sorted to unforeseen places

don't ask why,
please do not cry,
it is what
needs doing

re-
possess the unpleasant,

re-
format all cares, away, away,
onto a calendar of a new life,
a world where

where sugar is dietetic,
everything that tastes good,
all taken in moderation,
lest you lose too much weight,
all cavities are filled with good

where we all speak in rhymes,
dueling wits laughing,
collapsing into each other's arms
succumbing to each other's
oral pleasuring

where apples grow on
Eden trees,
Red, for love eternal,
Green, for life perpetual

as for knowledge,
well that inherent,
what you need to know,
what you seek to know,
desired and sudden there,
for all need knowing
inherited, and well-placed,
simply awaiting your asking

even inspiration,
beckoned, binary

this, my world,
now, yours...

Satiety admonishes me that I have reached the ultimate stage of deglutition, consistent with dietetic integrity and any more would be an overwhelming superfluity.

Thank you
For the hills and the fields
We have passed many faces
I am grateful for each one of these
I chose to come thus far
But was carried here by siblings
Who made it happen

With this sudden realisation
We have filled Gaia with love
And continue to do so
Until homebound our true course
Takes this wagon full of gratitude
To a different altitude
Where the relative differences
Between giants has been settled
Over a cup of nettle tea
As in times of Olde
Before any talk of gold or barter
Where being martyr actually meant something

I forget that to give one’s life
Does not cease one breathing
But fills her with meaning
Beyond the mundane
Yet some call it insane
The path of giving

When the disguise trips to reveal
This canine Freudian slip
It is the tip of the iceberg
For the psyche
Wading through the dirt
a swine-like search
For the wisdom of truffle
Shuffling through the murky mess of life’s lurch
To attain the diamond in the sand

Passing it around to accept our mortality;
To find love for each other and manifest parity
For all these beings
With their sight they cause reality we live
So give what your will allows
Save enough rawness
To make some more mess
With this love and this land there is home for us all
To breath a clean conscience

In this predetermined egg and spoon race,
Neglecting the entire garden,
and the fact that we are guardians
Is lost to some
The epiphany will come
The sums will add up for the lazy
As the crazy rant and rave
Over their craving for a vegetative
Dietetic state of emergency

For the awakening to being
Pull this gem up from sin
Into ethereal environment
Silent merriment of the joker
Contests dominance lightly
But in secret will germinate madness
Within mass mind to tear apart
These castes which have broken
Our hearts to the point of compliance
With something less than pure science

A less than noble lie
Sense to drill
These nonsensical operations
Into our daily veneration for life
Meant to pierce what is left of eternity
With light so potent it can change our verse
Yet only when focused
With utmost certainty
So travel wide
Make sure

It will fill you with love so pure
You will come home a healer
By deed, not by choice
By nature
It will moisten the cavernous minds
Dried by systems unkind
of the dearly beloved you thought left behind
Yet here they remain as an anchor
To your destiny
By minding your roots with mycelial density
Reminding where one comes from

Give to this earth that we have grown
Anomalous flowering of mysterious seed sown
We can prune it to perfection
Correct these behavioral inflections
We inflict on each other
By seeking council with
Holiest temple our mother
To whom we should be grateful

To her
To him
To one another
Thank you
Only the highest realms of gratitude

The cold night of All Hallows draws near
though the reason is somewhat less clear;
The reigning esthetic
is Gothic-Poetic
and sugar eclipses all fear . . .

The idea that spirits abound,
that The Dead ever hover around,
is a lie straight from Hell
and a fable to sell
souls and sugar, per ounce and per pound.

Halloween: put a mask on the mess.
As a nation, we ought to confess
that our sin’s overflowing;
our evil is showing—
we’re due for a trick, I would guess.

Using candy, they settle the score:
secret weapon in Lucifer‘s war
for this treat dietetic
we’re pre-diabetic,
dressed up as the ghosts that we are.