"aphrodesia" poems
Raining, raining on the ground,
Drops from a thousand hearts of cold.
The falling of the Gaulish crown,
The victory of the glory of Rome.
Falling, falling, everywhere.
Life is death, pain, and fear.
Never to live, nor to love, nor to cry in vain.
Blood-stained lilies, in the emerald lands...
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 6:52 PM UTC
First stage: pheromones
I can't sleep
with the smell of you
still in my nose
and your taste
still upon my lips.
Neither can I wash it away
Nor let go,
lest your essence I were to forget
Dec 28, 2024
Dec 28, 2024 at 4:24 AM UTC
Q.309 is the fire of existence pushing to action transforming the ideological Materia in revolutionary spirit.
SHE IS GODS **** AND MOUTH
Q.309 is the confirmation of the enlightening action above the primordial waters found in the structure and in the function of the eye.
BEYOND THE EGO BURNS INEFFABEL APHRODESIA
Q.309 is every union originating from dissimilar things with adulterous spirit.
Our anamnesis nullifies the liturgical and ritual tradition; the attitude in us pushing to the repetition of the ritualistic gesture intended as an offer and as a proof of the memory is amplified by the life itself.
CHAOS AS RITUAL
Q.309 is the radical conflict with the existing world and a new identity to be achieved through a process of identification with the will of the abyss that contains all: through this conflict you become a concupiscent being.
I PUSH HER **** THROUGH HER THROAT
Q.309 is the cult of the slough whose common thread is constituted by the constant sexualization of the human world and of the divine sphere, bringing them closer till the overlap.
A RESIPROCITY OF ******* IN MUTUAL EXCHANGE
Q.309 is the energetic foundation and dynamism typical of the devolutive systems.
HEAD ABOVE THE HEAVENS FEET BELOW THE HELLS
We turn our gaze to the underlying face of the Materia and we consolidate our desire in her; the concupiscence is our vis generandi through which our gnostic process of emanation is activated.
I AM EVERYWHERE WITHIN HER
The Flesh of God melts with the one who creates him.
[From MEQOM YAD/Assur #1]
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 5:04 PM UTC
*Satan's *** nail is pounded in the floor
sharp side jutting up
pristine
it glows like a diamond in flames
be careful to wear the thick boots
of God
its a crime if you step upon this gleaming nail bare foot
there are dagged blades voluptuous
spired and protruding from every wall
made of black obsidian shards
be mindful to wear
Gods hair shirt
to keep from being pierced by edges so dark
they are the marks of Satan's lust
the stony land you inhabit
is torrid feverous
a world soul of scintillating rhythms
be careful to wear the warm woolly hat
of God
with thick ear muffs to shield you
from the rays
and Lucifer's
moans of seduction
don't take off your shoes
to cool and stretch crimped toes
or Satan's *** nail
will pierce your feet
don't remove your hair shirt
or
dagged cutlery
will score your torso
******
don't remove your woollies
or
the seductive rhythms
will set you dancing thread-less
a mindless dizzy sinner
shaking your ***
if you dare find yourself lewd
hungry for dark lechery aphrodesia
you will be aghast at first
a scourge even to your self
ashamed
that you are not ashamed
unable
to suffer the the protection of Gods garments any longer
thrilled dancing naked
your cut feet will be scorched with fragrant balms
and sweeten the earth with sensuality
your wounded torso
will be perfumed and fondled
with rich thickened unguents
the adoration of limitless love
your head will bob to the rhythms of the world soul
your raw mouth red slicked with creamy waters
***** ***** **** and ***
will fly like silky angels to gates of adoration
in the feral embrace of multitudes
and when asked
by men of God
why you dance naked
like a happy *****
clad in piercings
your torch a black fire
like a Babylon of harlots
you will realize horror of horrors
that you are hooked on Satan's *** nail
an abomination
to the good men of God
religion drinking piranhas
and as they ply their craft of wisdom and inquisition
with accusations of souls black heart
you may look around and realize
the God they praise
is a hard red fist
admonitions and threats
of endless purgatories and hells
to bind the lascivious heart delicious
a bean counter of transgressions
every pleasure a sin
every imprisonment a virtue
their
God
a
Vatican
of
curses*
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 7:20 PM UTC