[48] 42.7 "as we both were in paradise, inseparable from one another
[48] 42.8 do not separate us in our death, but place me where you have placed him"

And death shall not separate us.
In shivering youth bowed our hungry love
Enclasped our praying hands through the cold nights;
These pulsing memories far bygone, yet
If sundered, if you lost to one a myriad of stars in the universe,
Across all fateful turbulations and tribulations I'll sail and toil my hankering hands,
To collect your stardust, to bring you back
Then I'll embrace you in great haste; to unhouse thy shroud I raced
To deck thy tombstone unturned
And death shall not separate us

And death shall not separate us
Flowers wave within the giant skeletons embracing one another
A sword into the earth, his armor kneeling, and recitations of verses
By the campfire; under the comets; on the high seas, the man stays silent
The broken knight carries his tired soul and his gothic wings;
Battle never ends, so does his love poetic-prophetic
And death shall not separate us

And death shall not separate us
(O, I am a sufferable rebel, a dying romantist)
Natality mine sinful and bandaged for thy fright
My unchanted dirge for the bohemian innocence and long deployment;
Yet I proclaim nevertheless and claim thy name nonetheless, for
I am a lover of absurdity, a prince of resistance
A phase I need to face with high magnificent disdain;
Between solitude and solicitude, my bilious rage contained
If engulfs thy way a dusking vale of Time
Break branches and hear my echoes of love through and through, my lime
And death shall not separate us

And death shall not separate us
That a timber hitch roped around the mooring stump by the shore
Flares me heavy thy flair philosophy declare on frontière, your fair solitaire
Times foretold the cascades in the cave loud, bold, n' manifold
So, princes of the world! Test my decree: love never fails
Like Adam and Eve
Oceans of Dantesque hands pulling us apart,
but we must beat our oars forward
because death shall not separate us

Leaning by the bell, arms open to the dominion of lights so bombastique
Harrowed by lawless but resolved in my self-legislation
I chew away my rose like a bovine
'Round the winding alley in the groovin' haze
Made of primeval memories and molecular scars; where
Snowflakes parachute geometrically under a heavenly maze

An orphan who lost himself in a shipwreck
Shied naught from his prayer, his crown
For the constitution of this authentic life
He stands alone in mystery
As calmly as a protester to romance
Like the nameless clock in a midnight plaza

As I rise over the velet dusk
A world under my winged talaria tells me
I am my own definition for all things untranslatable
Then I contemplate like a bewitched apostate
And march on ceaselessly to the light of day
For king is a poet who was forced to be a warrior

Leaning against the canal rails, I cover my cig afire
Displaced since birth
Disjointed through life
Dismantled after death
Black waves roll across the calamitous roars of night
As I drown majestically into the quietest void in me

An empire under my feet
A universe in my eyes
Whispers to gods I cast in dissolving chariots of smoke
For my name to outlive me to perpetuity
This rickety life, a rocketin' lie
A firework on the Fourth of July
I pray again like an Olympian in his temple

A breath, a moment, a glory

The flakes rested a moment on my head before finishing the race. I was engendering spirits visible of grace. Into the night fog I was walking like an enchanted! When I kneeled to tie my leather boots, I was paying respect to the emerald universe above. Tonight I think about you again.
Love-drunk, teeter and totter, hobble and wabble
because my spirit remembers our resonance
Tonight we are far from each other
Tonight I'm hungry (of you), darling
My irrepressible love volleying bombardments
only by the knowledge of your lips could it be solaced
Yellow dry reeds puzzle me greatly. Walking under the cloak of humanism. A penetrating enlightement. My scarf's blowing, and I barely feel my face. O my muse, blues possessed me tonight. I will cry from missing you.

My hands smell like a lemon
The air is dulce and tastes like predestination
A partying rebel, parleying devil, but part-time constable
A layman evangel, silent gospel, and full time antechapel
Self-tailored, not mass-produced
A mirage of myself burns in the fog, and I disappear into the eternal forest
Therein I pray, play, and praise like a child
and my quilted words fly away like riptides
and only the residue of magnificence stays on my lips,
the fragrance of moonlight

My heroine, my dear adventress
Take a good rest. Adios.

Had I planted two heavenly trees on my secret headland
where a brook in bucolic runs a small wedding in-between
I'd weave two ropes made of elastic roots of the hinterland
Which bloom your favorite flowers delectable and serene,
and hang the ropes' ends on each branch firm and steady;
I'd collect the purest cushion of clouds, from gold to pink,
sprinkled with stardust, balmed with fairydust
redolent with the most expensive eau de parfum
to make your seat on the Swing of Love;
then I shall see the cardinal crescence of your eyes
and hear your soft, canorous laughters comforting my soul
as I rock your world like my drunken sight of you
toward the horizon of endless joy
under the profusion of lights gently aureated

Love is the final form of absurdity
and trumps all obstacles
Life is a moment
Love is forever
A love life, forever we are one moment

When flowers rain upon my soul
I know mine is connected with yours
Hereinbelow amorous becomes glamorous
Belespirited shall I be when atoms of Time slip through my ribs;
Hitherto we'd lived aloft in each other's prayers
In the effervescence we met, to the fluorescence we walk
Now my knees know your sorrow, albeit mellow to the marrow,
And together we shall be happy forever thereafter

O, she gallops with an eagle on her arm
Like a royal coronation
Like a train running a distance on the sea
Like a femme fatale at her debutante ball
I exult this life with a standing ovation
Worry not, my preternatural bride, for I will be your roofing boulder
Thusly my crown I put aside, for dearly rest you on my shoulder

When love beckons like the sorrow of red-crowned cranes
And the solidarity of midnight wolves
My heart is crowded with the temperature of your absence
Lordly attributes of mine just a vapid caricature
A castle of sands and a dry squid ashore I become
Who take your departure morbidly as punishment divine
Avowal of solitary life just at a modicum
I in a pit of sordid hell, made undesigned

She fed me love but I vomited

Trees are shedding their leaves
Trees are shedding their leaves

Glory to the Christ for my poetic existence
Glory to the Christ for my poetic resistance
Glory to the Christ for my poetic persistence

When high celestials call me a vortex of stars
Pink heavens rain on me like vernal brume in a morn
Bathed in petite waterfalls of grace,
Fluttering raincoat in sweet petrichor, I dance
   to the music from above
   to the Romance and Romanesque of ethers existential
   A symbol of zeitgeist potential

This life! This life! What a glamorous life!
I see your fingerprints everywhere
And I miss you without ever seeing you

Like a farm boy fluting harmonica on the waves of yellow reeds
I planted vines along a galactic string of beads
Sailing across the big night sky
Under the churning stars
Where I'd calmly call myself
A possibility beyond scars

These pines, my gothic arches
"You are my secret weapon," the Poet said
Like the sound of pencil scribbling on a sketchbook
Like the ritualistic depth of coffee in the morn
A day is a blessing
My life is a grace
Gratitude to the Lord Jesus Christ the Son of God!

Glory to the Christ for my poetic existence
Glory to the Christ for my poetic resistance
Glory to the Christ for my poetic persistence

"In the heart of every man lies a kingdom; our quest, then, is not a conquest, but the unveiling of our own majesty." - Maestro Benetto -

After the banquet with mortal dignitaries
Immortalising my royal ascension in the annals of time
I lounged against the bejeweled armchair
  Of gold and navy chiseled with regal bearings
  Inherited from the thinnest spiritline
Then communed with legends preaching from underground
To whom I raised my cane and a new tablet of liberty:
  I am a new sovereignty
  This wight of imperium constitutional - "A little flesh, a little breath, and a Reason to rule"  
  My empire never dies

Feet on the ground, eyes to the stars, and heart in union with God
With unfeigned gratitude to heavenly grace, this lordly attribute
For my honor is firm and its safe is vaulted  

As I opened my velvet curtain
   A sumptuous blend of silk and satin
   Cascaded to the floor like a soundwave
Wind blew, and so flew the birds
Away, I saw my fate over the glossy water

Heavy cape, heavy crown
Nevertheless
I'm not capitulating