attic civet cats,
wake me up; in a day past.
time travel by chance!

CAME the great Popinjay
Smelling his nosegay:
In cages like grots
The birds sang gavottes.
'Herodiade's flea
Was named sweet Amanda,
She danced like a lady
From here to Uganda.
Oh, what a dance was there!
Long-haired, the candle
Salome-like tossed her hair
To a dance tune by Handel.' . . .
Dance they still? Then came
Courtier Death,
Blew out the candle flame
With civet breath.

If I ask you would you give me some time
A brief moment shared in rhythm and rhyme
I will not ask for any more than that
Just the merest glimpse of sweet paradise
Inhaling your sweet scent of civet cat
Aroma feeding my inner desire
Just a moment of lust shared between us
Ignites the spark of eternity’s fire
The supreme love of Vulcan and Venus
Again, I ask for a moment in time
The question hidden in casual chitchat
My words lost, disguised grains of wild rice
Will your heart see all this that I desire
The dark love within romantic snugness

the fat  black hen
that looked
a symbol of something
hidden, one can't
exactly pin point what;
ubiquitous,
around the courtyard,
busy racking up trash
for something to peck at,
vanished at the moment
it was in high demand.
Who would think
it could be perfidious
like this?
When the oracle demanded
fresh blood of a black hen,
as sacrifice for a dark divinity,
none could guess
it would vanish in to thin air!
Some blame went to foxes,
on the prowl,
some thought
the  black magic men
who seeks to gain
powers supernatural,
by spilling blood
of hens and civet cats
are responsible for this
let down!

The granular spittle that remains in my throat
A long day between winter and spring
My state known only by friends few of them
My Love felt by every creature
The ******* that sprinkles with their hatred
And those that converts their names and faith
This suffocating visible plurality of creatures and bizarre manifestations
My spiritual nervation has strengthened
Soul cells are dancing the muttered nation’s dance called Love
Those who make *** in the air as flies’ foals hatred babies
Can you **** babies is our question
We the invisible plurality of divine creatures and manifestations
We the perpetual Theophany coruscate in pure hearts
As Sun in the dews of mornings full of vetyver, ambergris, limonene, fragrance and a slight skunk of civet, moschus and the sweat men by labor exhausted
We speak we sing we paint
With the act without exhaling a syllable from our holly mouths
We sprinkle with the aureate dust
Straight we look at Saturn ring color eyes and the color of peacock tale feather
We built a cube temple and play chess in cube
We love the terrain where the guests of Moses and Lot before him had passed through
We sing with Seraph of high realms we sing in sync
Here we bring joy in hearts of those who encroached in procession through emerald macadam
Where you seldom pass
We know by heart the Al Jaffr and ten Sefirots and we read the Liber Razielis
We accompanied Adam Kadmon in his solitude prior to separation and embodiment in terrain that will be bloodied by human through centuries
We have said to John to go in the river Jordan baptize the Christ and lead him on
For those who knows a little
We said to Waraka to prepare Muhammad to become the leader of those who seek the truth
We said to Bahaullah to explain men to take after women and the mother Earth
Otherwise in upcoming millennium the solely food of them shall be kernels and water
We said to Gibran commence the Theurgy for upcoming millennium being as solely artistic repose for creative men
We said to Fahredin write as much as possible and hush as a canyon stone
Until he finds his echo point
We…

The rare civet cat in my thoughts is wild at heart
precious, as the species is fast facing extinction,
adamant and headstrong, just accept her the way she is
yes lives in my attic, keeping an eye on me, independently
Did you say you smell musk on my body?she must have
smeared it all over, inadvertently, a prankster too, she is
can't think any other chance otherwise, but her ebullient
moments are different,she herself turns a fire work then.
Some strange coincidences in life, don't allow any questions
certain secrets,her heart's wish, are yet to be unraveled
Yes, yes,her musky fragrance on me, spills magic,I enjoy it

All the grotesque grottos sing
From the South to East of salt salt sea
I am a Hawk with my own soul see
Spatial Hawker Janitor Tamer thither me
Dawning bell glitching summon dample fy
Pro tuning aging murky compunctious twittering
Accursed blues strobing my army my mae ***** and
Set them free
Rodent Civet made Echo solidly

Et je t'attends en ce café,

Comme je le fis en tant d'autres.

Comme je le ferais, en outre.

Pour tout le bien que tu me fais.


Tu sais, parbleu ! que cela m'est

Égal aussi bien que possible :

Car mon cœur il n'est telles cibles...

Témoin les belles que j'aimais...


Et ce ne m'est plus un lapin

Que tu me poses, salle rosse,

C'est un civet que tu opposes

Vers midi à mes goûts sans freins.