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"hydras" poems
Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children. Cold as snow breath, it tamps the womb Where the yew trees blow like hydras, The tree of life and the tree of life Unloosing their moons, month after month, to no purpose. The blood flood is the flood of love, The absolute sacrifice. It means: no more idols but me, Me and you. So, in their sulfur loveliness, in their smiles These mannequins lean tonight In Munich, morgue between Paris and Rome, Naked and bald in their furs, Orange lollies on silver sticks, Intolerable, without mind. The snow drops its pieces of darkness, Nobody's about. In the hotels Hands will be opening doors and setting Down shoes for a polish of carbon Into which broad toes will go tomorrow. O the domesticity of these windows, The baby lace, the green-leaved confectionery, The thick Germans slumbering in their bottomless Stolz. And the black phones on hooks Glittering Glittering and digesting Voicelessness. The snow has no voice. 28 January 1963
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The Munich Mannequins
i felt like talking that night reciting poetry to your big blue eyes and raw pink mouth smiling high as a wind whipped kite discussing art, ontology, and existentialism sitting like lotus at the Cafe Figaro on McDougall st in the west village belly of a ghost lost in a vagrant memory afterwards we went to a little one bedroom flat in the east village haunted by the vapors of its history a slight stench of **** and dingo tongue dripping toilet all peeling walls intimating births, cheer and squalor after a hot bath of lathered torsos we followrd each other naked winding around a table into a swaying bed that beckoned **** here my darlings and i licked and drank out of your drenched rose red blossom for hours it licking back I salvaged the loneliness of my soul between your thighs like a desolate dog whimpering thanking God with every graze and ****** of your all supple shifting limbs your company your company your sweet droplets of company in moon rise summer balm we looked in the mirror reflecting on my glistening face all red raspberry my lips like blood hydras laughing our ***** off at how artsy we looked smeared with your rouge painted thighs appearing as if half eaten you growled swallowed and licked big butter piggy till your nose ran like the Ganges gagging eyes bloodshot pools of fire cooing and oowing driving me maniacal with every ****** of your wild flicking tongue we poured our selves into each other viscous creels gushing coursing like slime silver radiating and finally used to the marrow we found ourselves drooping sails our eyelids  leaden the night mist fell upon us   muttering shadows and our *** shriveled like cast-off umbilici and we fell to sleep steep steep buoyant like two buttermilk clouds adrift your company your company your sweet droplets of company in moon rise summer balm
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Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 1:50 PM UTC
CAFE FIGARO
i felt like talking that night reciting poetry to your big blue eyes and raw pink mouth smiling high as a wind whipped kite discussing art, ontology, and existentialism sitting like lotus at the Cafe Figaro on McDougall st in the west village belly of a ghost lost in a vagrant memory afterwards we went to a little one bedroom flat in the east village haunted by the vapors of its history a slight stench of **** and dingo tongue dripping toilet all peeling walls intimating births, cheer and squalor after a hot bath of lathered torsos we followrd each other naked winding around a table into a swaying bed that beckoned **** here my darlings and i licked and drank out of your drenched rose red blossom for hours it licking back I salvaged the loneliness of my soul between your thighs like a desolate dog whimpering thanking God with every graze and ****** of your all supple shifting limbs your company your company your sweet droplets of company in moon rise summer balm we looked in the mirror reflecting on my glistening face all red raspberry my lips like blood hydras laughing our ***** off at how artsy we looked smeared with your rouge painted thighs appearing as if half eaten you growled swallowed and licked big butter piggy till your nose ran like the Ganges gagging eyes bloodshot pools of fire cooing and oowing driving me maniacal with every ****** of your wild flicking tongue we poured our selves into each other viscous creels gushing coursing like slime silver radiating and finally used to the marrow we found ourselves drooping sails our eyelids  leaden the night mist fell upon us   muttering shadows and our *** shriveled like cast-off umbilici and we fell to sleep steep steep buoyant like two buttermilk clouds adrift your company your company your sweet droplets of company in moon rise summer balm
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*are you my lover in a dark heaven come to me my beloved kneel at my feet naked as i penetrate your veil that shrouds cryptic ravenous ardor and ask of me your hearts desire dissolution you say that i may be eternal for loves sake bowing at the knees as you tremulously brush and sweep your fragrant  hair over my thighs and run your pink tongue across my butter filled velvet sheath our kisses will be born over and over again a spinning ring of desire are there not the debts of love will you promise not to anguish to much as one harm heaps upon another you swear to give yourself fully thrill to kisses crepuscular aching to be bitten and bitten and bitten through your scent blood perfume everything about you excites me long stretches in a stained white gown wet summer fruit and spilling seed your body filled with waters mellifluent and lush yield unto me you are a titillating voluptuous awe Palisades of wild torments dancing on a floor that melts scorched feet from hallucinations invisible shadows of burning witches ************ sweet girl incandescent brooding ridge pole bending throat swollen parched crude hair pulling Medusa vipers in the grip of a god fist loving you with a hard drubbing your all squeals and caresses stay with me through the long night of tender kisses and worship and then prepare for release to paradise shall it be fast spiraling will you spread wide and plead for all and more what does it matter fluttering with wild abandon in the temple of rituals dark to see you writhe inviting ruin we are a party of hydras writing in blood and thunder in the book of wonders our hungers endless Gods and Devils thrill to our theater of mortal coils unraveled in the thick torture tuileries of Dark Heaven*
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 7:47 PM UTC
DARK HEAVEN
*are you my lover in a dark heaven come to me my beloved kneel at my feet naked as i penetrate your veil that shrouds cryptic ravenous ardor and ask of me your hearts desire dissolution you say that i may be eternal for loves sake bowing at the knees as you tremulously brush and sweep your fragrant  hair over my thighs and run your pink tongue across my butter filled velvet sheath our kisses will be born over and over again a spinning ring of desire are there not the debts of love will you promise not to anguish to much as one harm heaps upon another you swear to give yourself fully thrill to kisses crepuscular aching to be bitten and bitten and bitten through your scent blood perfume everything about you excites me long stretches in a stained white gown wet summer fruit and spilling seed your body filled with waters mellifluent and lush yield unto me you are a titillating voluptuous awe Palisades of wild torments dancing on a floor that melts scorched feet from hallucinations invisible shadows of burning witches ************ sweet girl incandescent brooding ridge pole bending throat swollen parched crude hair pulling Medusa vipers in the grip of a god fist loving you with a hard drubbing your all squeals and caresses stay with me through the long night of tender kisses and worship and then prepare for release to paradise shall it be fast spiraling will you spread wide and plead for all and more what does it matter fluttering with wild abandon in the temple of rituals dark to see you writhe inviting ruin we are a party of hydras writing in blood and thunder in the book of wonders our hungers endless Gods and Devils thrill to our theater of mortal coils unraveled in the thick torture tuileries of Dark Heaven*
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Thy tallow flame burns brighter than the rest, my love, Warming the jealous heart within my breast, my love! Thou art the envy of all lovers' lovers eyes, Thy whim commands me unto thy behest, my love! Arcadia proffers to thee her beauty throne Where shepherdesses gather to attest, my love! Wild winter plants her lilies over autumn crown, Setting pure ice born crystals for thy crest, my love! Yggdrasil bows and offers thee a fledgling branch, A gnarlèd sceptre, life and spirit blessed, my love! Erato guides old Argo unto Colchis bay, Thy stately robes to fetch from hydras nest, my love! All-seeing Delphi Oracles gaze heavenward, To beg thy wisdom (or they lied and guessed), my love! And I, your humble servant Tryst, declare to thee, Thou art my sacred never-ending quest, my love!
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Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC
Thy Tallow Flame
Spirit is a unified field infinite in a state of perpetual expansion seamless bliss beyond the slings and arrows of creations drama pain and pleasure disappointment and gratifications we live in the zim zum A cauldron hollowed out of the the self effulgent light the source formless the theater of creation a dark space of dynamic geometry of fractious binary forces a merciless churn an atrocity for the evolution of individuation pistons in motion a cacophonous feng shui a tangle of webs a grand illusion of energetics kamikaze planets hideous cruelties and voluptuous pleasures a swarm of form hydras in heat countless lights casting inestimable shadows a war between heaven absolute order and hell absolute chaos our lives a medium for the gods of struggle until our heads a stone the exit door is pure spirit spiritus...breath breathing made conscious the big hush the royal yoga waiting for the guileless
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Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
Zim Zum
No Titans left to slay, Constellations left to claim. The temples of gods, swallowed under eons. In an age without wonder, to be born with the heart of a hero, is to be cursed in a time without villains, Destined for barbaric purpose, in a world without adventure. Armor swapped for silk, Surrendered swords to philosophy, Still I believe that somewhere, between closed eyes and open spirits... The ancient battles still rage on, flashes of wars without names. Where blood shed for valor, Paves paths for all nations, to the hall of heroes, and an eternal feast of celebration.
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Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 8:24 PM UTC
Of Heels & Hydras.
There stands a lonely warrior Unheard of. Unknown of. On his ships mast on the Mare Nostrum He dared to endure it. He dared to land into the sea of the Gods. He dared to fight back their demons. On the cost of his life. He was the most daring of them all. He was the beginning of his kind. His courage was unmatched. He was better than Ares, himself. He was going to defeat those demons. NOW. He would defeat them, but not just yet. First he had to go through the sirens. Their beautiful music ohhh, it would enchant any sailor. His first test would begin if he could get past them. Their music would tear his heart apart and if he landed on the shore He would be ripped apart. Next would be a few water monsters Hydras, few land monsters Then the demons He would be prepared for them. HE would take them down like.. Julius drinking his wine But until he reached them. He had time Time to prepare himself for what lay ahead
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Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
Lonely Warrior on Mare Nostrum
Today is the day i dream of you Today is the day i feel your hands completing mine Today is the day your head leans against mine as we watch Helios caress Gaia with his hearthy fingers Today is the day i kiss your lips to the sounds of white and black clapping and cheering— We’ve done it! Today is the day i press my body against yours with a meaningful presence of two companions like two stars colliding into a great Nova Today is the day We walk along the polished floors of Magic Kingdom Our child leading Us in a panicked frenzy too busy to listen to Our calls Today is the day We smile down upon Our Grandchild who giggles and kicks in an adventurous dream of Hydras and Knights and Maidens Today is the day We bolster one another as Our bones cease to carry the strength they once did but will always carry the Acherous Tenderness that engulfs Us Today is the day We are forced to part this world as life has but a brief limit the tears shed and the melodies of life belated as Two Doves leave this world for another journey ahead for Us once lost, but now Found!
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Aug 22, 2010
Aug 22, 2010 at 5:29 PM UTC
Today is the day
As Atlas attempted to seize the heavens he learned to bare the weight of the world. Such is the cruel fate of love to scorn turned. And what of all the legends of old, of hero's tales from bronze to gold. Why instead of stone statues are cement hearts held in every man's chest while we lay old stories to rest? The songs of sirens swapped for plastic promises, Heads of hydras exchanged for two faced friends as our magic morphs to cheap tricks, all that managed to remain Is an Achilles heel for sincerity So when two souls like worlds collide and create a place of bliss, too often one bares the weight of both worlds, with the burden of unrelenting loss.
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Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 3:50 AM UTC
Forgotten tales of old
We the people lose There will be talk of War But you drink the water You will wallow through grudgingly And show that you are absolute slaves No longer able to acquire your freedom back from the corporate masters This boost of confidence will be costly As hydras Ego grows as does its avarice As does its boldness To all you who haven't found means to live outside the system Or better yet to siphon off of it I genuinely hope you rot and die For what harm you do in your cowardice
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May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
Trump v Clinton
i discovered you in a scroll and during the beginning of my journey, too and then the slow, slow crawl to forgetting the warmth of your enveloping tune so much has changed i don't know my name, rediscovering earth to my own principles, i'm estranged but i never forgot my birth how you nourished me in your melodic womb and held me while i fought hydras and shapeshifters how you leaving the room never meant you never left a lasting fever
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May 11, 2024
May 11, 2024 at 11:00 PM UTC
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