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Solent in Expiationem Animarum

Saint John the Apostle says: “Zefián, the computer of the Duoverse of the Verthian world, indicates the order of his creation of the world, according to the transcendental plant living matter, in the interstices of time itself that exists within sidereal time. Noting that matter and time, is governed by all mythological beings in a compartment with monotheism, will be defined by atavistic laws, which are the deity of the intense hiding place of procreation, endowing great contextual residences, for habitat and a world in which larger non-residential scales, which go from passerby between the lines of time, and cosmological phenomena, which in the Duoverse face vicissitudes of the stars and their physicality added to the arcs of memory and emotions. Thus the main task of how the structure of experience surpasses consciousness, to novelize the orthogonal movements of the Universe, but in a Vernarthian world with great explorations of matter, which are quantified and volatilized in the field of its ethereal existence. The laws will be governed by your Zefian computer, describing codes that will verify the fulfillment of pivots in the reactions of the universe, but with refractions when reasoning about the consummate phenomenon. Starting from here in the experienced biology that will overcome the laws of physics, since its value is above the limits that allow the bold line of gravity that bounces in the lines of time, and its distances promoting more discretion when resisting threats. of a possible tiring case, a product of some relative dominance not included in all worlds with each other, in some case that does not rescue us from loss of links of some omitted sidereal reminiscence, attracting us to a universe governed by hemicycles of merely material particles, and not existential biological ones. The dimensions emerge from the beginning of the same universe, but more delayed from the interval and the second limit of the space that rests, to inaugurate the one that comes. Being the orbit of translation twice rotating towards the sun, but nth times rotating on itself, to go out to another stellar dimension not present. Its geometry will be from the intendancy of the resumption of Cinnabar in Tsambika and Helleniká, to later cancel each other out, making their integration in Patmos, on the coast of Skalá, with curvatures that validate the nullity of successive expirations of material lives, between spiritual expirations alive.


Duoverso is born and will be reborn, every time the years are subject to the loss of everything quantifiable and not, under the light that will be lit on all the darkness, Zefián being, in paronymy in which they lack to appropriate the support and merit of to have it absorbed in the tabernacle of Vas Auric, in the privilege of nothingness itself and nobody, adding itself in what is preserved of the physical support of itself. For just sidereal speed, in which it will have to travel on its same axis of rotating time on itself, in paradoxical of the One-dimensional Beams, these coexisting with the same low and high universes, reconverted into angelic vital luminances, creating orbits and optics in the visions of Christian temporality. By empowering them to enable them in the overexcited that derive disorders of intermittency of memory and physics of time, to reinsert themselves in the sequence that inhabits the residual of the speed of the Beam, as a Theo-Philosophical entity, of cellular multiplicity or cells of seasonality. of retrograde times, for the independence of temporality, under the regime of the past made up of an unbelievable yesterday. Overcoming the conserved immediacy of conviction in the One-dimensional Beams (Kafersesuh), it is observed denser when every mortal admits to being due to integrating and later brooding, dissecting organic matter into inorganic matter, suspended in the richness of a world of Faith and Prayer, of the most anti-gregarious desert and lost in the world, but supported by hollow walls, which do not exist in Vernarthian emotional matter.

The movements being physical, they take us on conjectured layers to discern their magnitude, emphasizing the rigor of their measurement on us, instead, the ambivalence of Zefian, delivers in both chromatic the Dark and White Duoverse, under the reference of the behavioral alternations of the Diospyros, source of the arboreal, for the procreation granted in the hands of Leiak. Relying on this equational exercise, with less time to design for its genealogy, but rather on its apocalypse, reinstalled in abolished primary unknown spaces, to have it once again in the light of consciousness, recognized as an inert matter of the past, but living off the immanent eternity of nebulae that personalize the earring of the Caltrop, taking temporality, but not snatching any hand to tear it from his own.

Vernarth says: “In the rhetoric of the Universe-Duoverse theorem, it is worth noting the past with entity, present and future also, connected to the time of Verthian inspiration, Holderlin-Heidegger, on issues of physical habitability, as a complement to the entity, which anticipates the present/future in the vicinity of death in the past and future, but tangentially in lively whims of existentialism-mortality, for a way of being rented out at death, as a way of being, dwelling in death itself and in the act of embodiment having existed, but with its own mandate after having been rented. The Vernarthian World appears in this current, prolonging existence from non-existence, granting complementarity of more past existence, before an unlived death. Ontologically, This theory stems from the One-Dimensional Beams of Kafersesuh, in Ein Karem. Essentially Christian, as the matrix of existence between Ein Karem (Nativity of the Messiah) and Gethsemane, as an interconnection of materiality in metaphysical reflections, a product of the immaterial of life not lived, as an urgent sacrilegious death, and of the anticipated dimension of the life process- death-life of Christian Messianism.

Vernarth says: "with the slaves in my disparate hands, one picked up what the other was carrying. With my right hand, I took the Duoverso, and with the other my porter; I held my reins on the maxims of Elpenor, before falling to the cliff. One naughty day but with the worst pain in my chest, I went to see him in his room, and I structured him as an immortal, at the time of forming the world, "knowing not even being part of an identity" favoring him to be part of me. combustion and ignition due to the friction of the Universe on the Duoverse. Such was that fearlessness and affordability that it decorated me with unexpected tears of belonging by imprisoning me with superfluous boastfulness. But his courage will be mine, and he will have to anticipate being in the middle of grace, as in Gaugamela wounding my two hearts, one deleterious and the other not..., verbatim saying:

Says the Carrier: “I have to agree to your mandate my lord Vernarth, I have arranged my emetic knights to take him to the empyrean, more remote at nightfall. I know that my own death will also take him, for we are double lives loving death, which falls on a night given to the seventh Falangist soldier. In the midst of souls already disheartened by the misfortune of life, in the figure of eternal death that refuses to receive us discouraged "

Vernarth says: "I do not know if I am or will be brave, because I have forgotten to die, rather I do not know what it is ?, but in the midst of the horses and the hosts of the block, from the anvil of Gaugamela that I have not felt it again..., which is death after feeling my hands and legs severed, but not felt when appropriating some amputee. I know that among the Hypaspists we used umpteenth arrows to mobilize their war apparatus 665, but from the wasteland jump we gathered the delirium of the Falangist command in the Seleucid 666 row, rather detached from every man, in a substantial way in favor of the Alexandrian life, "Of course he was already in the hands of eternity, which hurts more than the tip of an arrow, even being unfaithful to his mortality"

and not in the Universe chained to its fractality, rather of its present-present of the new universe for those who make it negative of itself, towards a clone and neatness, granting it recklessness, who continues to sweep its entity, its dimension, its space, the distances, the matter to receive it in their being. Vernarth, besieges the discursive thinking, under the tides of the tenements and the fears of late emotionality, changing to all the best heroics of the follow and all the experiences of harassing flat lights of the target, in the necropolis that speak resurrected, not being chimera in the best leisure districts live, but immortal of a district..., with steps to constitutive slogans of "succumbed cities, but..., with eternity", connoting after all abolished transference, in eternity present between two beings of mortal rank, the Carrier and Vernarth, Vernarth and Heidegger, but here the last one bringing him the closest radiogram between expiration and eternity, with significant death (End and chaos) and eternity (creation), in the limbo-purgation ratio, as the source of the potion. His total contention and affinity in Heidegger's dialectic, passing through a moment that marks his reincarnation, in the rambling of finite eternity, moving away from Vernarthian ontological and metaphysical reasoning. It was attached magnetic in the Universe, feverish kiss in ambitions of the temporal Being, as substantial of perpetual objectivity towards the unworthy survivor of the Vernarthian theories. So far no similarity is compared to whoever wants it or not, it is part of any estimate or spreadsheet of a complex Duoverse, Within the emerging frontis of progeny, there are ranks derived towards the first to form compound swaths of shelters in the Camels Gigas, who from Jerusalem escorted them with their plantar consciences to Ein Karem, then returning to Gethsemane, to finish in the port of Jaffa. Originally arranged by the children of Israel and the strongholds; Vernarth, Saint John the Apostle, Eurydice, Raeder, and Petrobus with animality, Etréstles, and Kanti, to finally mention King David, who goes to his catafalque before leaving for Jaffa, to return winds to Patmos. Of this primogeniture, the legatee is Vernarth, being presented as co-first-born by giving his portion to Saint John the Apostle, for trust assets of the benefit of a third party for both, and granting the patriarchal and reimbursement to each of his inheritances, being of expeditious aim the liberation of the world that lodged them not authentically in the mediocrity of ascendant ancestors. This prerogative will be decisive to define the dimension of the Duoverse and the One-dimensional Beams as consanguinity, simultaneous nascent and mortal worldview, to radiate them in the beams that support the universe, and from this same, they are transferred to the vision of child-man, child-cherub., for the purpose of defining the Universe-Duoverse physically composed of four areas of its consistency. Time, Being, Divinity and the Four Wings of the Cherubim, as a concept of biodiversity in Lepidoptera, Bumblebees, Bees, Wasps, and Fireflies as tetra-winged animal entities, originating the warnings and impositions in cardinals and poles of their primogeniture, rising from chaos, up to now as mandatory Duoverso, constituting the alpha world, rising of the Animalia and the intermediate visions of the heights that guide the material essences of the imperishable spiritual elemental and structural physics. Being ineffable matter, in the stars that prostrate itself, before each pause of advent and of creations that ****** other creative flashes, in pursuit of a gnoseological doctrine, as a slavish instant, ending in another for the study of the meaning of conceiving in the diligently part of a new world, on the borders of the unknown and of repelled nothingness, suspecting itself in the living artery of nihilistic nothingness, without leaning towards nonexistence that endorses it, or perhaps from a twin Duoverso univitelino in the chaos of unfertilized nature..., rather empowered to the first heir by the law of the Messiah district. Allow yourself, in this way, in the face of this premise and history, to continue and be part of an establishing whole, looking for God in a new world and universe as well..., but shaking before the nothingness that sustains it, as a basic knowledge of value and of immobile Faith. The hypothesis Prosapy-Centric, defines blood lineage unifying the Duoverso as follows:

a)Eternal Existentialism:

He talks about how compassionate creation is and its factotum, that it will be better that way. At the entrance to the Vernarth mouth, within its buccal cubic meters, the Zig Zag Universe, the promoter that caused the Duoverse, broke out. Here your thoughts of eternity are born; not from your brain and discernment, psyche or mind. It exists in a present that will be distributed without end or beginning, in the holistic of the anticipated existence of the being itself, so that everything holistically arises from the mouth of Vernarth, becoming the light of his luminance-ejector thought, being in some way the Zigzag universe that emerges from the outgoing access of its mouth and that manifests itself in some change of quantum physics in a state of hyper-connectivity and always present. The Zig Zag, coexists in eclectic variability of angles, creating regularities in its time and displacement. For the sake of results and translational parallelism as a promoter of the Duoverse, based on the holistic that brings together the effect of the word-fact, but eminently aimed at the morphology of extra language of intellect, rather in the kinetics of the language of human zigzag and physical-material, typical in various line segments of lightning and space storms, resembling his lost and bleeding soul in full battle at the site of Arbela. The other meaning is his salvation from the Council of Patmos, being already Installed in the Eclectic and invisible portal of the Evangelist of Saint John, levitating in his sacred basaltic cavern in Katapausis, in the Patmos archipelago (Koumeterium Messolonghi, Chapter 16 / page 114. Editorial Palibrio- USA). They would find themselves in communion with the archaean clan, which would resemble its proper ectoplasm; thus each one forming a unique part in the masonry dictated to redirect them towards their messianic labors at this stage of the ascension. Vernarth; is aware that he will have to enter the cave, after having ceased his work on standby for three months. He continues to fester in myriad wars and parapsychological regressions, he will remain in a daze to dedicate himself to the beautiful landscapes open towards a horizon..., a neighbor to Palaeolithic and astronomical painting. In the flashes of mathematical prayer, you will capture the spiritual intensity that inspired Saint John to build the temple near his cave of the Apocalypse on the island of Patmos. The saint appears only on certain days looking at him from afar to encourage him in his progress..., Portal Eclectic and invisible is the facet of the face of light, after the invisible that manages to be appreciated with the principle of transferring its connectivity of the immaterial with the material, but done in the finished quality of "Merciful", deriving everything in what supports the splendor of the facts and their objective analysis, by no means the same, because the Zigzag universe, originates theory or thoughts from the perspective of external language and integrally unites it through the optimal results, always imponderable and categorical to follow them and attract them to eternal spiritual good. Being exhaustive of the fact of action, although it is subdivided into executability..., it will continue to be timeless, therefore eternal, in the hands of a universe of thick eternity and stationary death.

The final communion of Zig Zag with the Duoverse, will make this key momentum to replace the Universe of the former Vernarthian world, for inflections of the continuous present, more in the distance of the limits that have to originate than by a simple gesturing stupidity of disbelief, abounding more than a universe that is created in eternity, and that will never again resurface as a physical dimension. The successive potentiality of this theory of holism subtracts actions and not facts, since it always culminates in the limit of infinity, always beginning and never-ending, to then restart in a present that is reintegrated into the access of the oropharyngeal and non-cerebral embouchure, since it has of limiting itself in its shock and subsequent confusion of language-emotion and feeling, to change all eternal emotion, always going hand in hand with the unequivocal and assertive light,

b) Being Universal multi-evocation:

Over Rhodes the auroras could be seen retreating, to attract the new luminances crossing between the atmospheres of the ancient worlds, with stars that were ordered among others, descending at great speed from the Universe, fascinating all Greece, coming from celestial bodies that brought from great Relative distances and proximity between the Duoverso and its satellite widening, allowing to grant subsistence, and routes to the nascent species of the Vernarthian sub-mythology. The Sabbath energy Light is overbreathed repair; here Saint John the Apostle influences through the conduit of the Cinnabar towards the Light of the Mashiach, with the intemperance of life on drops of crystallized water as gifts of Taphoric Light, with synoptic signs of transformation of all the green grass growing like a beard on the slopes of the Willows, where Saint John the Apostle goes back to prayer prayers; so such in repetitive sentences and prayers towards the Universe, which were falling as it was on Mount Tabor in the Transfiguration. All this in the fervor of the willow chins that fell from the galaxies, with their cascades one after another in orderly colophons of fervor making the sky a great source of Moshaic and Elijah voices. (Moses and Elijah) to Christianize the holy oils of the radiant glory of the Universe that was complemented by the Heliac Ortho that was appreciated in different coefficients according to this new position of the parameter of Greece, observed from the Constellation of Pisces, being symbolized as piece as SOS, since Eratosthenes tells us about the fish that saved Derceto (Goddess of Assyrian mythology), after falling into a large lagoon. Seeing therefore in the sky as Fum Al Samakah, Arabic for “snout of the fish” (or Fomalhaut star from the Greek translation). Pisces being bright and of the great dimension to mold it as a whole iris, which was rooted from the formal pelagic accent, towards a spectral affinity of the Duoverse, like leaves of Willow temperatures, on the reflection of the Multi-evocation. For antithetical referendum of the Pleiades between light-years that diminish behind the stars of the magnetic field and its exo-planet. It is necessary to consider that in the wisdom of God, there would be his ordering conscience, on each constellation, and then detach itself before each other that guards each one in centuries of light-years, and in each one of the children as light-years of millions, but of numerical present time quantum; that is to say, all translation on average over ups and downs of spatiality and in remote ages, to zero or from null numerals in the integrality of millions of non-existent light-years, but accumulated and equidistant between the Universal Being and Multi-evocation. An example of cartographic observation shows us Greece at Latitude 39.074208 and Longitude 21.824312, influencing the Duoverse as a complement to the rise of Greece with the latitude of the Heliac Ortho, being Sirius eleven days after the Ekadashi and eleven days before the other at 10 °, Maximizing the light herbalism of the unconscious, to systematize the rise of the Universe imbuing Greece. Refulgent and small electromagnetic systems, led by the Divinity, are freeing themselves of all the units that bind in the minimal Units that can expand with the apostolic energy, rather than a trans-human receiver, in blocks of circulation of waves, related to a Defined spatiality, divine and with its own energy of opening of small worlds of provision of light, and radiation emitted by the deleterious convex of invisible essences in properties that are released from overflowing stagnations of creation, and from the skylights that are more distant than the wavelengths than from a breath of Demiourgy in the chemistry of all multidimensional hyper-existential between frequencies of energy widely displaceable by lines of how many..., in static energy of rest. Ultra colors intensify on the coasts of Rhodes, as a sulfur photoelectric effect of Cinnabar, formalizing mechanics in those sedimentary particles, which undulate in anticipation of the precise amalgamation of both universes, evolving towards the matrix of origin of physical and non-biological state and period, but of eternal divine inspiration, from the mouths of Vernarth, as a resurrected Being electro vigorous, dwelling spacious and sinuosities of curvature and psychic spiraling, The Vernarthian nature will call this phenomenon the Son, since it is the similarity of the halo in the Taphoric Light and in its effect of the baptismal of this Christian Universe called Duoverse, in accordance with the presence of Saint John the Apostle light, among the attending raptor niveous. strangers, arrival-departure and between the nebula of pendency in the nimbus gaseous clouds of fields that mutually heard each other recognizing each other..., leaving only Saint John the Apostle in the perfection of the sky as a universal and Duoversal shadow, first of all being of light being baptized, crucified and risen-ascended, in the metaphysical transfer of his body, as a universal body, as a quantum point between the earth and the sky, between the universe and the Duoverse as a complement of gaseous and spiritual atmospheric earth. Ministering in the judicious and prophetic occlusion, being a juridical part among the myriad bundles of Constellar Pisces that supported the transfigured and converted prophets, before a brand new universe, "Duoverso", witness to the amazement at the proximity of the multi-evoked Universal Being.

c) Reflection space (Light-matter)

The Duoverse having been pulled from its entrails from Vernarth's mouth, and objectual free fall is noticed after disengaging from the quantum Universe, rather than an elusive cacophony that unfolds separated from their bodies in all dimensions, except Vernarthian time, Alluding to the stoning him so that he ignores himself in agony and returns to look for him to revive him as Space-Light, in the presence of matter reflected from himself, which will unfold throughout the Hellenic Panagias, from Kímolos to Tsambika, to make the curves the direct passage that once again bends time towards a fragmented dimensionality. Barefoot was the apostle with Vernarth in the three quarters of the axioms and algorithms, where the conceptuality would overcome the low calculation of what was already ministered by them. Creating space for lapses in dreams of the Stairs, with steps of Topaz, in this particular case of Saint John the Apostle, "seeing open skies and angels of God go up and down on the son of man." Here some sidereal Solar gleams are illuminated that have nights for a sunny day, Vernarth resting on the side of the Monastery with a stone on its head and dozing to dream like Etréstles in the Hexagonal Baptistery of the Shepherds in Ein Karem, but of the compact sweetness of the famous luminous Cinnabar ascending vertically where the Yahvic Being, who was presented to him as the Abrahamic patriarchate nexus. Endowing him with celestial dreams about stones that inherit west and east towards the north noon, in space of hallucinations of Jacob's subconscious, for the satisfaction of the luminous pictorial ligament. Thus, a timid but decisive reflex pointer of space and reflection is detected, which includes fragments of spectrum and tonalities of a machine unconscious, to raise the Duoverse in a depressive day of the scathing moment.

d) Physical energy (molecular entropy)

From the bases of Theoskepasti, the physical system emerged in two sums after the movements of the pendular censers that exceed the elliptical of the Cinnabar and the potential of the ejectable force field, for ductility of its forces that emanated from the triad with the archpriest, helping him Etréstles and Kanti, who would take them to the Hellenika Necropolis. They make of their golden bodies the ephemeral speed mechanized in the originality of the homily system, to break in the guardian friction of the gravitational axial of the body of Light of the cinnabar, which received the sulfur kinetics of the defective organic matter that was wrapped in a bizarre alloy of sulfur light, and in all the forces gathered, not rubbing with the cinnabar obelisk, already invaded by the energy that made it superficial, between the shell of the Panagia Theoskepasti covering and the strange normality that made them physical-organic. No scrubbing would continue the movement of the fleeting angle of the anvil of Hephaestus, but the static on the surface, lay unchanged before the forces of the back and forth of the molecules that sank late, shooting from the pendular area of his bowl and then starting with full power for new angles that will take advantage of the mechanics of the forge and the friction clean and **** before the joint, and the resistance of the reactivation of the second period of the movement, to forward them to Tsambika in the response signal. Quantifying later between the inferiority and the intangible shock reaction in the light radiosities of the cinnabar re imparted towards Rhodes, forming resistance, but with immanent entropy, with a high degree of fineness, in such a way that once the conservation rays are fired, the response to Rhodes will come from Kímolos with the particles and combustions of sulfurous gas and mercury, generating entropy of two quantum and physical times between the Dodecanese and Cyclades, knowing that the inert matter is inactivated alive, thus envisioning the contingent presence of iron in the geology of both islands, with more than eighty percent, and of gravitating oxygen for the Vas Auric and its materialization, as a ****** impression reducing its physical dimension and enlarging its water content in pelagic beings of the Aegean. This would suggest the homogeneity of both island territories, appease the conception of substitutions that frolic from north to south, to break their normal balance, depleting what is island land towards oceanic land. In this way they will be mixed entropically for a new generation of fertile life that balances in chaos, already in the hands of Saint John the Apostle and Vernarth, in the main nave of the Monastery that seemed to oscillate atomized and vanished, but then atomically restructured, slyly dividing the canons of traditional entropy, and making it disproportionate to the biodiversity ordering of the sterile and the fertile, reordering itself as a mutable force excluding the reality of act-effect, invested in the integrity of life-death-life, as a molecular target in a double physical dimensional unit, making the prospective universe by splitting from any other format, to become another and another physical dimension. Universe-Duoverse, they shake like two spheres, almost joining each other, but separating into heterogeneous classics, as a panegyric, under the invocation of Conviction and Faith. The universes self-recomposed and redistribute themselves before our eyes, but before the consistent devotion of this homily, it makes them astonishing and phenomenal (everything that happens is recomposed - if the tree fractures, but then it straightens re-fractured, before our eyes being recomposed). Thus the chaos of the Universe is resolved, appropriating a new sequence of continuous creation, starting from the same creative property, but of molecular entropy, almost in adverse defect, but of constriction of the yielded body, to be incorporated into the Cinnabar beam of light. dynamic, generating ignition at the ends of each part of the structure obelisk, in order to release and stimulate on the absorbent..., of the Hexagonal Birthright in Tsambika,

e) One-Dimensional Beams

From the hexagon, everything is dimensioned on the peaks that can be seen in the starry nights from the curved kilometers of Bethlehem. Everything goes on top of the desert mountains and valleys, above the vagaries of climatic heights, and landslides of an entire believing community and its followers. In twelve advancing camels, of which the first six are exclusive to the Birthright, and then the seventh Giga camel is from King David of Bethlehem.

The beams are the architectural support portion of the physical-ethereal God and of his ethereal-physical word, supposedly of advent in grazing of the hardwoods, and the secret anomalies of a new Aramaic message, anticipating the vigor of insects and birds that were grouped together. in the journey that goes back and forth. The Beams are stars of heaven sustained by the Cherubim and the Archangels, through the paths of conversion and the support of the Christian time; haughty and implacable hegemony for the propaedeutic of phylogeny, but more on the very chemistry of creation carrying its winged Lepidoptera tetra, pheromones, and the obfuscation of an elemental nascent child in his own evangelical philosophy from an inter-sword dimensionality, and of the gloom of a manger shouted Kafersesuh, before compendiums of two pyramidal landmarks of inflection of his word in created animals, in the affinities of the world and the Animalia, personalizing shepherds carriers of pollinations, totalizing the generational of the language that is concealed so far, as well as the turns in the musks, and their legitimacies from the Baptistery of the Shepherds in Ein Karem, parabolizing their nomenclature and Polygonia of a child made man, already coexisting! but representing himself as a lifeless man in the fullness of a child of a distinguished canon. and his legitimacies of the Baptistery of the Shepherds in Ein Karem, already coexist! but representing himself as a lifeless man in the fullness of a child of a distinguished canon, that followed him towards the superlative moment of the bending near him, twisting and changing squeezable pressure in the cords that forged his path, towards the cornices and trusses of the upper celestial vault, where the shed of doubts was next to the Cherubs. Giving mechanics to the prism that arched the beams in the horizontal lines, taking them towards the amplitude of other lines, which remained solid before the variation, suspecting mutating to one of sudden two-dimensionality. The sections of the timber framework, which looked fatigued before the primary classification, which showed the attitude of the little Messiah, taking out effulgence from its beams, and rolling on other pillars, postponing the vectors of the tangential, contributing bits in rhomboid specialties, that blurred the cylinders of amplitude and field of vision of all those who remained in their nativity. Making diametrical glances so as not to be distracted and adore him with a broad and rectilinear heart, in transversal visualizing for all, the one-dimensional crossed wood, which in its geometry schematized letters and numbers of kabbalah, which differ in dissimilar resistance of Christic ambivalence, as a forerunner of martyrdom. on the wooden cobblestone of Golgotha. This presaged capacities to read them in the Torah and Zohar, gathering everything in a whole, in those vivid tormenting lapses that he felt in advance, as reversible entropy, turning their substance to prepare them for the day of an abolished martyrdom. Making diametrical glances so as not to be distracted and adore him with a broad and rectilinear heart, in transversal visualizing for all, the one-dimensional crossed wood, which in its geometry schematized letters and numbers of kabbalah, which differ in dissimilar resistance to Christic ambivalence, like the anticipation of martyrdom on the wooden cobblestone of Golgotha. This presaged capacities to read them in the Torah and Zohar, gathering everything in a whole, in those vivid tormenting lapses that he felt in advance, as reversible entropy, turning their substance to prepare them for the day of an abolished martyrdom. which differ in dissimilar resistance to Christic ambivalence, like the anticipation of martyrdom on the wooden cobblestone of Golgotha? This presaged capacities to read them in the Torah and Zohar, gathering everything in a whole, in those vivid tormenting lapses that he felt in advance, as reversible entropy, turning their substance to prepare them for the day of an abolished martyrdom, pigeonholed him towards a pre-existing Hellenistic aspect in characteristics of patronage as a representative figure of a male, and a lady of Ptolemaic Egypt in great iconic religiosity, coexisting as a priestess of a female order in the Greek protocols with him. Becoming inseparable in the preeminence of mother and son, as unilateral gender, and of substantial element for the social and political order that reigned in the ancient era. Laying here the unilateral gender indispensable for the social and political order, which is substantiated at the dawn of the empires of all the time, and the patriarchal society? Symbolically Joshua in this cogitabundant providence, adds the feminine value in the society in the Kafersesuh's outlet of the Judah manger, dispensing mainly to women, A great Zohar light, gathered all towards a whole in those errors that Joshua felt in advance, as reversible entropy, giving back his wise existence to prepare them for the day of his sacrifice. Pre Existing in catharsis and substance of divinity connected with the phylogenetic species, classifying up to an Aramaic pontificate of pheromones settled in the lithospheric site of Gethsemane, in a biological sense and in close coincidence in lapse wading, or the phenomenological simultaneity of Eukaryota and Glaucophyta until late Animalia, giving relation parental in characters of the vibrational timbre of the Beams, and its atavistic pedestal, readapting in evolutionary ellipticals of winged tetra species. Allowing to change the ancestral linguistic accouterments in processes of redesigning the divine genetic historical tree and increasing anomalies in the human earthly culture, and not human anthropomorphic in a reviving profanity of fruitive frequency amplitudes, for those who resort to it, monopolizing and synchronous in diachronicity of their specimens. The lights of Joshua's gazes are the Light of Christian Life and Time, in the entity of Joshua born and bloodless from the nature of Child-Man, but of mortal design in the same compulsion to see the luminescence of life in the manger Kafersesuh and only incorporeal unity. Being in exemption from Ego with its structure of living child and dead man, he rushes rebellious and ostentatious in the architecture of the One-dimensional Beams, yielding the glimpse of the aforementioned progenitor "Eye versus Eye", seeing himself like this..., son hovering in the arteries of a Universal-Duoversal life, from a single dimension of cyclical one-dimensional length, encompassing conjecture and biological, the symbolic-allegorical conception of extreme co-divinity, as an exclusive precept of the delicate infinity of the Being of a Messiah, with paraphrases or glosses of Aramaic exegetical affinity, tracing from a linguistic period. Here are the contortions of the Olive Tree Berna, transfigured into everlasting orality and refractory syllable, to incubate eternal rabbinic gifts of perpetual reluctance, beyond the reach of the ego-annihilating will and of apathetic, inert ultra-affections and of miraculous phenomena.

f) Hexagonal Birthright

Civilization has an arched inflection in its regency at the head of the favorable family caste in the blessing, whose hiding place will have to be entrusted to a clan, having to make inquiries that formerly only related to consanguineal minorities from the same family trunk, thus protecting the pantries and accessories in warfare to consolidate the economy, and invigorate its commercial coffers. The land would be and would be an essential partition insignia for the legitimate transmission of epochs and inter-seasons, which received them from its descendants for representation of geomorphological heraldry, given in its regional condition. In the noise of the seventh seal, heaven was silent for half an hour and the seven angels stood before God, and they gave seven trumpets, the other is to appear in front of the altar with a golden censer, to compile it in other prayers in all the saints, on the golden altar that was in front of and in front of the throne - And from the hand of the angel the smoke from the incense with the prayers of the saints - And the angel took the censer, and filled it with the fire of the altar, and threw it to the earth; and there was thunder, and voices, and lightning, and an earthquake - And the seven angels who had the seven trumpets got ready to blow them - The first angel sounded the trumpet, and there was hail and fire mixed with blood, which were thrown upon the earth ; and a third of the trees were burned up, and all the green grass was burned up - The second angel sounded the trumpet, and like a great mountain burning with fire it was hurled into the sea; and a third of the sea was turned to blood - And a third of the living creatures that were in the sea died, and a third of the ships were destroyed - The third angel sounded the trumpet, and a great star fell from heaven, burning like a torch, and it fell on a third of the rivers, and on the springs of the waters - And the name of the star is Wormwood. And the third part of the waters became wormwood, and many men died because of those waters because they became bitter - The fourth angel sounded the trumpet, and the third part of the sun, and the third part of the moon, and the third part of the stars were smitten, so that a third of them would be dark, and there would be no light in the third part of the day, and also at night - And I looked, and I heard an angel fly through the midst of heaven, saying with a loud voice: !!

"Being in six instants at the Golden Gate of Jerusalem with Saint John the Apostle, they reordered the majority for a protected subordination in the minor family descended from the eldest son, for the purpose of sustaining them to reach the possession of their theological morphology, in this door, being the only one that will remain closed…, until the second coming of the Messiah. The scheme of the camelids in their osteometry tells us that their heads before Advent! Distorted their calypso lights on the surface of their skeletons, locking the jaws of other camelids, thus bypassing the Apostle's strap, which through the foramen of the supraorbital, thickened the strides that pretended immobile before the opening of the Golden Door. Of course, they were prisoners of their self-denial for the length of their footsteps to the rhythm of the sensitive skulls, In the fourth camel Raeder, he cleared the margins that allowed them to increase their attempts to withdraw them from the golden doors, but the dislocation of the orbits of their ocher eyes, denoted their holes in the condylar fossa, distancing the vicinity of the Tehillim advocated by King David in the Seventh Seal of a stuck Giga Camel. The metric form innovates them of ubiquity, for omnipresence in the camels before the gates, and after the gates, thus leaving the site of the eighth gate, deserting the camels behind the gates and arcades pointing to the old cemetery. of the prophecies that Elijah holds, and in procuring generational stoning of inter camelids, which would be channeled into twelve plus another dozen, but behind all, appearing to be six, later joining King David, who would provide the parallelism of the Seventh Seal. This caravan was numbered from one to six, saving the vertices of the Golden Gate that joined modestly at the odd vertices, under the odd cross of the same vertex, which made the equilateral coherent according to the three angles where Vernarth and Etréstles went, and then joined other pairs of vertices in a crucified chain in the flat and secondary complementarily of the seventh angel, but with epilogue character of the Seventh Seal. Thus it would be numbered according to the Gigas Camels, the Golden Gate, governing them for a family of six family angles and a seventh seal, for the performance of the family sustenance of primogeniture in the reinsertion of Saint John the Apostle, since he was banished by Emperor Domitian. Making themselves succulent of the gold of the Seventh Seal, on the collective unconscious of the first-born, for the good of the sub-genitor son. Here the indication goes for the purpose of populating the consecration of granting greater goods to those who second and could lead forces of abandonment and secular sedentary, for the need to welcome sacrifices of goodness and preferences of lay annoyance and earthly secular strengthening. The kinetics would move the six numbered over the vertices of the Sun in three bevels, joining the pairs in vertices covered in the circumscribed mesh of vehemence, which is impacted with the solid Golden Gate of Jerusalem, depositing the concentric radii of the polarized magnet on the struts of the camel of the central ram, for the affinity of the contraption of a trajectory for all Judah, in six predestined latitudes to Ein Karem, in the Hexagonal Baptistery of the Shepherds".

With symmetrical scrupulousness at a certain time, the rounded bisector of the psychic lines of the peritoneum fold of the solitary flanks of the Camels Gigas, towards a vocal peritoneum set six times more than a seventh, was estimated, in the apothem of the two-dimensional figure of the Febo hexagon angel, with less centrality, for the foundation of the Apostle and Vernarth, regulating them by points and sides, on the perpendicular bezels, prostrating towards a more orthodox and straight line, mutinying with radials phases on the bisector..., giving a quotient of odd numbers, which cut the first round of anointing, among all those that were retained in the daydreams of catching them for involuntary deaths. From Gaugamela's stratagem, three thousand muscular Hetairoi descended, towards the implantation of heart nuclei in the camelids, on the Susa Gate and the oblique break marching towards the war site, creating a fissure between camels, and the sphinx of Alexander the Great breaking into the Left-wing of the Golden Gate. This was the casuistry of Vernarth's psychic advance impetus, who once was at the precise moment of stalking, hypnotizing the gap of the Achaemenides, but unaware of that mechanical moment, persists in going after the Giant Camels. He guided them with his right hand to both sides, equipped with heart irons that exorbitated the whispering of his pectoral canals, interrupting the dawn of the Cinnabar, with the antigen readjusting the hinges of the door before falling untimely. Vernarth, with his sinister, calls upon the Hindu family who tried to open the breach of Alexander with his Macedonian baggage, thus preventing him from lying in the reliquary in contrition towards Vernarth himself. The infamous moment must have passed through the swords of some who resisted when fleeing from the held Golden Gate, giving up the rear of Vernarth with the camels recovered and saved from the abandonment of their afflicted hearts, resigning themselves with empty hands and with an outpouring of victory, but with two units confronted in his Portal of Imagination.

g) Reflection temporality

In cavern series, the lava was converted into cations of hydronium, in underground pits that glowed in Tsambika's temporality when the homily was officiated. Some pieces and calcareous boulders rotated random by the humid and dark narrowness of the subterranean reflection, having lived in the heavenly paradise that formed them by the volcanic tube and its syngenetic, by the erosion of the subsoil of Rhodes. The speculative rock icons expired of the symptoms, with albuminous cliffs of the genetics of the Theoskepasti chapel, Etréstles carried under his arm the expiration contract of the Universe, to deliver it with his signature, for the dimensional transfer will. Everything flourished with attractive mineralization systematizations, under an astral posology, In the cognitive, Kanti memorized his wanderings in Crete, imagining his physical body united with his mind on the paths of the shoulder of his ancestry, with batches of clockwork that went and passed through his physiognomic, bathing with the piece wind, but also with the hard shoulder that came straight towards him, showing him new encephalic pathways, which surrendered in epistemological globes, but levitating in excess of the hard shoulder and the unknowns, for states of temporality that became mentalized in pursuit of a supra desire..., disease or typologies long-standing who used the supposed ontological formalization, gave functioning the property of body with the memory of advanced towards a new Duoversality. The officialization of Ars Choralis, is solemnized for processes of emotional property; In this way the cave of Being and its Temporality is made haughty, self-isolating for intra-cave investigations, as corollaries and agility in those who yearned for identity, being able to attach themselves to deities in dozens of epicenes, which would be from tens to ten, thus being seventy tens and a half, which would be seventy-five of the seven tens, and of the unconscious of the syntagm that Etréstles carried away, separating the syntactic of the Vas Auric hypothesis, so that they coexist..., although the pestilential decays before the rolled-up syntactic of Kanti's head. Untreated and conscious-unconscious to his instinct, resorting and harassing the procedural bars, of the Ergo Sum parameter. The temporality of reflection, In momentum ac Diadem, it shone from the third trumpets of the Seventh Seal to the potential of the twilight corrodes and their regions that made the shoulder of the shoulder the awareness of temporality reflected in required dismayed collectivities, to transcribe exhortations to the behavioral pattern of the temporality of love Faust. Little remains immobile, little drive when two masses of consciousness withdraw to the storehouses of the Universe, already advantageous of their exhaustion, but inheriting them in precipitous emotions towards the pre-consciousness factors in the heights of the mountains of Crete and Kímolos.

Kanti the steed says: “Deus Nostri Pontificatus Annis et ad eum, God is my pontificate and my way to Him…, Adonis in the relative absence of credit, before Ephebos with absolute deafness, surprising me here in the Diospyros and neuro archetype flight. I ride farther than my physical-emotional, contributing in the micro-fusions of the tubules, in quantum, and interacting with the fineness of the minuscule substance, within themselves. Almost injuring the storms that vibrate in the mine of a risk prop of a steed, in pursuit of a trance that only ends up being the architect and augur of knowledge..., of when and where it agonizes more than once, but within the limit of the Duoverse crushed at his own peril, continually evaluating himself to transfer a genetic force into my hooves of solid steel, but ornamental and of Reflected Temporality.


h) Expansion and Aramaic Taxonomy

Organic taxonomy, as a pre-ordering order, classifies the harmlessness of language before the invasion of Alexander the Great. Although there were implosions of the Greek language, its transboundary taxonomy would be shifted towards Judea. Pre cited is its variant pharyngolaryngeal tracheo, in this assertiveness and occasionality, it predisposes emphasis on orthographic rather than phonetic incidents, citing Galilea as a precursor of the Aramaic and taxonomic thesis of Gethsemane, prior to its expansive conventionalism of enrapturing her in her differentiation, and in the expansive hotbeds necessary to channel the basic axons of commerce, between antiquity under the prerogative of supplied ethics and pre-classified inputs, such as food and geographic furnishings of economic arts, as well as, the syntax of words that could have curvature and geometry in the forms or linear designs of the time. Any letter could be interpreted as a physiognomic form or as tools of manifest imperialism, coexisting execrable or blessed as languages or keys of immunological communication, with symbolisms of languages spoken in rituals of systematization, and of obfuscation of a metaphysical Messiah, always an angel, for when this is the case. In other words, the water speaks to him in dialects and adults with an oriental language, appearing cryptic in the appointments that are related to the language of the great Extra Universal heritage.
Vernarth's Aramaic is an ***** composed of valuation graduation and generational expansion, opening evolutions combined with the matrix of “Ethereal Spatiality”, towards a channel or rib with a common end in what is done on the margin of Faith. and it is predestined on the basis of object and substance, as a regulatory organism, for groupings of species within the biological language or not, as well as in the fissure of a Cladia of lichen fungi, forming the optics of expression as spelling and not as a utilitarian concept. Amplifying what a camel is; this is how it is importunate, being its **** consensus with the "S" backward in a perfect camelid, the "T" also being a perfect Cobra approaching the three S's of the Syriac Aramaic alphabet. The “Y with L fused” of the Aramaic alphabet with a large elephant, and finally the “H” as a pelican simile, like the pelagornithids or Pelagornithidae, fossilized in the emotional collective of rock tribes, progressing from elephants, camels or pelicans in the search for a literate language and consonant shapes that are attributed to their jaws and pharyngolaryngeal substrates..., observing long vowels, as in the language of an organic universal alphabet. The matrix is timeless, branching out of the mechanics of natural and phenomenal selections, if it is metaphysical or is contributing Demiourgy on the infinity of the encodings or depending on the size of its geo-referencing, it will contribute energy exchanges with predictive purposes of information of orders, and adaptations of the calcified scientific space, Vernarth, dives into the ponds or Naídes of the Aegean and survives, just when the networked volcanoes were swallowing all the seas in the world. It braced being only part of the laps of the sea, tattooing with its gaze the chthonic nymphs, before envious and backsword ogres with gills, which multiplied more than any myth-poetic. Its power of convergence is inhibited by the poetic myths of primordiality and of cosmology as a natural branch in nautical miles traveled by its arms, without knowing who crossed them, survivor, in its advance, and treasuring the arm plunges on and under the scalded clay objects, perhaps as implantation of the muddy and hyper-flood lexicon, empowering itself in its translation from Syria to Patmos, and from linear B Mycenaean to Syriac Aramaic languages,


i)Sub - Verthian Mythology (Camera Obscura)

Adhered to the ancient parallels of the cult, the mythology of Horcondising lashes out. Stale and axiomatic source of pragmatic and rational earth that emanates from this constrained fusion of the Universe in the metamorphosis of Duoverso-Horcondising. Social and genealogical plates date more than seven hundred years from Lombardy and northern Venice in Italy, Spain, and France. The mission of the Horcondising is the transhumant myth, and Chaos of the ancestral family cenacle, in view of a family rule, succeeding in continuous litanies that consecrate rites beyond genetic archaeological death. The consolation of souls will revive and will be under the edict of the Sub-mythology in repose landing in successive parapsychological regressions, which will speak of deaths suffered at the edge of their test tube lives, Under the mythology, there is the sub-fable, prone to boundaries where the statement innovates the entire structure of hermeneutics, as a written notification and complacent verb, for lords of the grass and granaries of granaries, narrating myth-stories in messes of revived verbality. Thus in Rhodes and Patmos, Andronicus of  Rhodes will guard the doorway of his hobbies again, so that these disciplines are conducive to sponsorships of words under reasons of a nature concerning Saint John the Apostle risen in flesh and spirit, in contrast to the conclusions of the reason to leave breathless the destiny that the just cheer and disapproval of diction of not certain science, under ships that cover the commendable salvation in exegetical storms that go from a liberated shelter, as well as in what differs from the et Grammatica institutione arithmetica in that each one writes what it understands, and adds what humanistically makes existence in a biblical alphanumeric dimension, from the imaginary in some of its leaders such as Zefián, Borker, Leiak, Kaitelka, in Hyperdisis and the Zig Zag Universes. Making the mythical an ensemble with deities that rule the infinite, achieving more secular religiosities than in a radius of religion, founded by characters that are already pagan mythology. This is the raison d'être of the sub-mythology, which springs from one already narrated and rationalized, but in the contradiction of what underlies under the very observance that unites itself, forging itself creditor of very new myths within others, with characters that have never been or have been parasitizing on another source of cognition. Thus becoming extensive and prolonged in its passage liers sumptuousness of other arcane myths, within the same ones that inhabit the mythological lie, without blemish from veracity belonging to the living-lie in pursuit of a dead-truth. Even if it is in this way or hermeneutic method, continue to beat and go to meet the Castellar Imaginary del Horcondising and the Camera Obscura, which always live and revive in the sub-imagination, but from a mythical truth in a regime of multitudinous voice. and myth-poetics.

From the sooty Camera Obscura the spindle was obtained over the diameters of each edge, Vernarth of the same chaos, converged from the square but not the spherical world, from this sooty box together with his master Zefián, who polished and shot vines of light over the projection of the same box, and of the quantum ark on the acropolis of Leiak, simulating entelechy in its projection with the ultraviolet light of light similar to the earth, but not square, rather appearing to be a square sphere. After repeated intervals, Vernarth opened the slits of his hands, also hollowed, here other globules appeared but not spheroids, rather quadrilaterals at the end of the third phase in the last three series that showed the complete reflection of a tiny world, that just clamored for amnesty as a matter that had been beginning to form with another factor on a large scale, from this fractality that would appear as Vernarthian sub-mythology. Camera Obscura, in a combination with twelve atomic masses, stands out starting in the irradiation of sexagesimal nomenclature; imagining fractionality between sixty microseconds to sixty in the hexagonal polygon of the Primogeniture and the Baptistery of Ein Karem. Being used in the elevations of the stars and the Heliac Ortho of dawn, which would find the black box that was nailed in its twelve apostolate angles. The whole times were divided into more exact numbers that surrounded him in his Camera Obscura doing trigonometry with other rectangles of three equilateral, making multiples of twelve on the line of the hypotenuse of sixty, dividing by the hexagonal, which is the angular line of the six sides of progression of the Duoverse becoming a spheroid square, for an analogy of Hexagonal Birthright with the multiple of twelve for the sake of the Giant Camels, leading them to the obfuscation of the Horcondising fused with the Duoverse, by means of Pi (π), in the diameter equidistant between the Universe and the Duoverse disintegrated in two by the concentric radius of both geometric units. In the same way, Vernarth multiplied the existence of his new sexagesimal world in nths by sixty followed by infinite numbers of zeros, canceling the radical time of the masses of anodyne particles. The corondels or watermarks, overflowed with all the irregularities of the system, showing the decimal after the comma.


j)Verthian Apostolic Conception - Kashmar

Vernarth, was in Sardinia in the megalithic complexes Nuraga when he conceived his apostolate as a messenger, biologically entrenched in the taxonomic stasis, with a merely profane and urban framework. Whose classification he would transmit to his relatives after long periods in Macedonia, sailing and doing his falconry and philosophical avant-garde chores with Aristotle, in a laxity that invited him after long rejoices to record and sculpting messages with the doves of his village. Near Pella, in the central region of Macedonia, where his general Alexander the Great resided, south of the Axio River, his abode was nomadic and was on a hill near the lakes and mountains surrounded by Greco-Barbarian inhabitants, tracing the Chalkidian league., after the Peloponnesian War. He was in great campaigns in the former Pella, His will as an artist is precisely to be an apostolate of a thought that would intersect with the Yahwist gift to an apostolate of the Apostle Matías, whose connection would provide his transliteration of the post-mortuary link of the Jesus of Nazareth, replacing Judas Iscariot, due to his apostasy. Vernarth, distressed by this episode, became Commander of Alexander the Great, lying already primitive in his ranks of Hetairoi, transcending over the scourge of Judas Iscariot, to face in the arena of Pella. In a reverie near the Thermaic Gulf, he genuflected under the sacrosanct trees near some illustrious Kashmar Cypresses, channeling his furious and tramontane spiritual into the gulf, to take him out of a banal summer in the transition of an immolated soul, and make him walk for thirty days barefoot, without sweet potatoes in his hands to ego stone him, only naming him slavish stubble of the crops in the deleterious nesting places of the Ravens of Kashmar, bidding him so that his blood is ****** by the heels of the rooted trees of Thor forest, usurping his "Gift of Iahvé ”In dishonor of its Hebraic appellation, for the onomatopoeic of its rhetoric, resulting from the feckless roar of black lineage, which will emanate from the mouth of the Aulos, whistling inside the Cobra. In the aforementioned link, the group of twelve was recomposed, being in the gulf and in the incidences of the re-indoctrination of the twelve apostolates, he is with his prayer and atonement in the mystical character for the community worshiping the Kashmar; which roots hardened towards the silent immolation portent as Judas entered the black night, for excessive twists of the bifurcations, intertwining with the Beams of the Thermaic cliff, like a lynx observing the height and its prominence in that of Judas dwindling over the stained areas of hell..., thus its remains were scattered by the synod of bustard birds in the sprayed sky of globular creation, faded by conclusive hordes of the late Neolithic Druid and by the deity Belinus, with ingots of sooty petrified poplar from Hecate boiling in the Underworld. We shoveled over the holm oak groves and their trees, sacralizing their factotum after the ritual of the sanctuary of the thus his remains were scattered by the synod of bustard birds in the sprinkled sky of globular creation, faded by conclusive hordes of the late Neolithic Druid and by the deity Belinus, with ingots of Hecate's sooty petrified poplar boiling in the Underworld. We shoveled over the holm oak groves and their trees, sacralizing their handyman after the ritual of the sanctuary of the thus his remains were scattered by the synod of bustard birds in the sprinkled sky of globular creation, faded by conclusive hordes of the late Neolithic Druid and by the deity Belinus, with ingots of Hecate's sooty petrified poplar boiling in the Underworld. We shoveled over the Holm oak groves and their trees, sacralizing their handyman after the ritual of the sanctuary of the Dodona, in uniformity towards a murmur in the leaves from oak in the spell of man towards an oracle, to consummate it with the mendicant count of the Ziziphus Spina-Christi; hawthorn of the crown of Jesus but with implants of Kashmar, on the crown of Judas already immolated.

Vernarth walked alone through the inlet of Skala, on Patmos, when he had to undertake a trip to Judah, even so, he also walked bi-location in the inlet of Sardinia, after being in the megalithic complex Nugarhe, Vernarth, Etréstles, and Walekiria, they approach matching Tuscany. Once they were instantiated in Sardinia, a coastal sailboat transported them in the middle of a stormy day, it was a great happy day to arrive in La Spezia. Here they parked at night following the Liturgy, standing out those that coincided with Lent of Holy Week, where one day they were seen talking with Petrarca and Laura de Noves. The olive trees keep pietism with the phantasmagoria of the Kashmar, who made the double murmur of the spell of the Duoversal man. Always in Tuscany, the tracks below the garden have been occupied, which has a distant view of the roofs and towers of Florence. The monumental fountain set on a steep hill on a side flank of the garden terrace has a seated god flanked by lions in relief of stucco from a niche decorated with pebble mosaics and padded masonry. " Here at the Verbena of a long feast day, all together with Vernarth get drunk with Corinth Wine, which they brought and did not stop swinging to the rhythm of the music that made them foresee multi-existence beyond limitless sensibilities, turning their role closer to from the instigated destiny to Patmos in the hands of the original Duoverso with translation, rotation and Duoversal Theurgic orbit, for the spell-dogmatic invoking ultra-sensory powers of angels and gods, in order to signify with his country land near Pella,

k)Fractality and Spirit-Cinnabar Dynamics

In the black camera obscura, certainly connected blues made other dark holographic areas that were enlarged super connected to the optical perspective, conceiving of the infinity of a luminescence that was fractalized, the black-blue pre-existing towards the Z pattern = Exp (Z / OB ^ 4), what is the equivalent to the set of the Bernese Olive Tree Rapa, on the border of its Lipogenesis, which would appear in the chromatic version and final maturity of the olive tree, for the fractal exponential of Z =; where all the points of the complex plane Z = (OB, iy) are iterated in the corresponding function Olives Berna in a set of IY, and in all the iterations where an arbitrary constant (Cx, iCy) is added Cinnabar in lines of orthogonal sets X and Y, in such a way that the choice of the constant "seed" will determine the unique shape of the profile and the color of the fractal, once the chromatic pattern has been defined. In the paradigms shown in this continuation, a constant has been chosen, as it will only produce divergence and will have been qualified with the escape velocity algorithm, to contract exact self-similarity stratagems in this, which is the most restrictive type of car. -similarity; requiring the fractal to appear identical at different scales.

The holistic spórtula of the Cinnabar in some pecuniary exercises, are impelled for a tacit and absent society, in Every night beginning at dawn, everyone retreats and the Cinnabar appears like a kaleidoscope apostolizing in glorious joy, where the Aramaic synergy between the Garden of Olives and Gethsemane, is concatenated with the entirety of the Phylogenetic species with the homily in Tsambika and Theoskepasti, such as the new relationship of the link between species that were improper and endemic to the region near the stable in Bethlehem de Kafersesuh, to be inter-inseminated in the banks of the slopes of Gethsemane, in such a way, that the linguistics would begin to be absorbed in Joshua, and it would go for a closer shortcut towards the classification of the traditional and omnipotent variants, which migrated through the Olives to renew and preserve the Aramaic or Aramaic languages, from a shared origin now, for the omnipotent salvific languages that were to be addressed in Gethsemane. Once starting the splendor in the city of the eight gates, and from such interference, involve the Lepidoptera taxon, inseminating the populations of organisms related to lexicons to shed life and language,

l)Vas Auric – Cinnabar (Φ)

The pecuniary prerogative of spórtula, makes the Vas Auric and the Mandylion its residence, tending towards an algebraic sense of the two diametral in a cross by the perpendicular, towards the tension of the shortest segment by the long, tracing a circumference of radius and a half. Homologating in the interposed eclipse of the golden or golden number, for the divine proportion in consequence of irrational fractioning numbers. Shortening the passage of the algebraic numbers with the infinite decimal towards the Cinnabar with seven arches in parentheses reflecting in the partition of the apse in both temples of the homily, making the period of antiquity, files registered in mega center of the quantum memory of Cinnabar, before disrupting the genesis of the Duoverso.

The First Treatise of the Vas Auric fell into the hands of Vernarth, one day of heavy plutonium sheets en masse of the golden number. The vertical avalanche was segmented when the dichotomy of another line that collided with the segments was not altered, or rather omitted by certain temporary blindness of the Duoverso world that it just boasted. Compositions of number Z are made, and subdivision in its cinematographic optics, divided into two slow shots of a small element that became part of the controversy of Vas Auric as a medallion and Auric as Mystic Gold, with distribution laws.

"Zeus wakes up shaky, full of headache saturated in Pro-headache Herbs
Jophiel is speaking this time in the Kabbalistic Torah language...
with its golden commoner and super zone of Organikon Sorousliston Papadikon….
secular music that supplies Zeus with protein albumin,
to make him more human... Zeus accepts Jophiel placing him in his discernment
over the house of Jophiel; divine island to throw cartomancy...
bring the second ray to the Sahasrara on his crown,
pacified love that is the suspicious and risky loser of everything...
risk in the head, especially when condemnation is born!

And the floristics, over the stolon of the veins, moves synchronously with the prolongations, speeds, and acceleration of the emancipated leaves of the first order of the upper crown, up to the lower ones, thickening the golden spirals of a certain type of inflorescence, confining the umbilical zones of Vernarth, and the plantar area of its feet between three and more than a hundred steps that come from certain metamorphoses, creating peduncular areas, acting as a support for Vernarth and its Elder areas, brought from the Bumodos stream, after a string therapy, creating psychic supports to endorse globalized neuralgic. Understanding that the line of his neuralgia oscillates the greater analog of the Messiah in the cross pierced by the Hastae Praetorian, in the most remote of the elliptical of pain, reduplicated by accumulated energy, almost like mystical suffocation. On the part of the growth of the tangent in growth and of the evolution of the reflection, where the attenuation of the opposite effect is unleashed, allowing convalescence zones in signs of propeller blades around the Vas Auric, crossing vertical and horizontal beams of lights, in search of Light Angled and refractory solar, for the palfrey of the Kanti Steed, abstracted from excessive rain, which uncrossed the tempos of the aura of the organic and aerial underground, towards the duplicity of curves of the multi-cloned numbers and angered by their industrious dynamics of skewed movement, towards the effective solar..., tending to the effects of successive trends of the vaporous numeral of Vas Áurico Cinnabar.

m) Psychic Trisomy

The species and somatic acquired deposits of DNA spirals, given their characteristics, will make transformations in more than one cellular taxon for a homologous pair. Here Kaitelka the whale down from Sub-Mythology, will circle in the Baltic Sea, compromising neuralgia in it as a superfluous essence due to its trisomy, making a comparison with psychic trisomies that Vernarth suffered at least four times a month, from the first and eleventh day, after his parapsychological regressions when he sailed over abysses and anesthetized zones on glacial plankton in the North Sea. Kaitelka individualized her cellular regressions, becoming a prehistoric cetacean and when she lagged beyond or before her creation, she transferred psychic trisomies due to her twenty-one chromosome. Kaitelka's karyotype was directed towards the crease of her eyes, due to an infection in the area of her basal inter fins, which disturbed her heart rate in a short interval where Poseidon magnified her coefficient in high amplitude, after being inseminated in a tempered state and gifted as a Super Goddess. Kaitelka in nativity in the transversal valleys sailed in the air atmospheres of Hyperdisis, and she was always seen in the company of Leiak; the omnipresent and vague spirit of the watery ductile dancer, living on the liquefied element with his astringent slimy chin..., seeing him with his grotesque back-breaking swampy lines between knuckles, and hedges of tricks collected before the first station, in one of the first of the three Remaining nights before reaching Joshua de Piedra del Horcondising volcano, that upset her heart rate in a brief interval where Poseidon magnified her coefficient in high amplitude, after being inseminated in a moderate state and gifted as a Super Goddess. About seven hundred meters high she becomes Kaitelka Down godmother, adding the psychic chromosome twenty-two that contracts in the connection with Vernarth, in the extravagant massifs when in the autumn afternoons they collect Ceratocystis fagacearum Fungi, and irradiating them with insects such as the borers. When   Kaitelka recovers its chromosome by detraction in the natural selection of Trisomy, express is spilling on the dry and gelatinous Laurus leaves of all its dead cells, which are promptly seeped from the retracted membranes in frank adhesion, causing regeneration of the disease. After wanderings and ringed symptoms of lesson in the atmosphere of the ecstatic Horcondising, the wooly will be magnanimous and challenged from the chromosome spilled in the emulsion, is contained in the alpha proteins in the transverted Vernarth genome, as a warned whole and abundantly diploid, before reaching the lethal processes of reciprocal adversity, both as a zoo-anthropoid or a triple zoo-anthropoid-botanical effect. Pre-Existing Kaitelka Down with forty-two chromosomes (22 pairs) and the Lepidoptera Agrodiaetus (134 pairs), in its haploid, that is, half remains vitalizing between two species of the sub-mythological world, and in its psychic cellular compound, and later implant it in germ cells for the effect of Venarthian ambivalent psychic transmission and vice versa. By discard, there are four fewer chromosomes than the hommo sapiens and 222 less than the Lepidoptera Agrodiaetus, for a meta sense of flourishing with the power of Poseidon, brother of Zeus, Meta sense and discernment, encephalic they will be cogitated by conscious where their sensory cognitive is interrupted, towards an unconscious through the photons of hypocaloric temperature, to define in the prehistoric psychological memory of their psychic, more than random brain, coexisting of habeas corpus content and remote brain energy, before the magistracy and power of Poseidon that confines him. Graduated from southern impassable seclusion, their memory is isolated in their E-Cloud. Namely; stored in electromagnetic and electrophysiological stimuli, incontinent and weighted in the square miles of floating Poseidon outbursts, in the category of super cetacean down, with only four meager chromosomes from the remnants of the human procedural genome. The trisomy field, On the fourth of August of the year of the Lord, 1617, when Klauss Rittke was cleaning the main stained glass window of the Cathedral of Avignon, he heard heated dialogues between a Friar and a Gentleman, who was once an assistant to the clergy. Klauss could come closer and listen to their conversation more clearly, until the Friar Andrés Panguiette, babbling, demanded of Raymond Bragasse indulgence or one or the other. (Compendium of Marielle Quentinnais). Relating in its narrative evolution, about some Albigenses of this work set in Avignon, time of the Antipopes, crossing with the psychic waves that have just been mentioned, and of prophecies of who precisely Guillaume Bélibaste was born into a Cathar family. Having noted that 1321 in 296 years apart from Marielle Quentinnais, it takes place in Carcassonne on the same day as Bélibaste was executed, given his licentious life breaking Cathar dogmas, incriminating himself with civilians from the region, marrying women in exile, etc., was condemned by the Holy Inquisition, where many were purged for the sole fact of holding biblical books in their abode. Among the flames of his bonfire the prophecy of the laurel will be homologated, whose shadow will fall on the centuries to come. Note the coincidence 3, 700 years ago, where the first signs of life were appreciated on our planet and in the Hylates Forest in Cyprus (700, 000 thousand souls) in the imprint that unifies the Christian scrolls, blowing gold dust on Walekiria's hair..., and being liberated, as a tantric body of physicality. No one spoke, not even the 700, 000 thousand souls who also claimed to be liberated (Vernarth, page 313 - paragraph 2). And finally the seventh portion of the sea, with Poseidon. Here the Psychic numeral of Vernarth and Kaitelka coincide, who appears with the laurel of Guillaume de Bélibaste after almost seven hundred years, facing the unification of the prophecy of the Laurel, whose shadow will hover over the centuries to come. Templars, perfect bone Hommes and Cathars meet, in this historical feat, through the secret path safe from traitors and conspirators thanks to the most surprising allies. Bélibaste's fast-paced story will allow us to get closer to the most unknown ceremonies and rituals of his confession, showing us his revelations in the flames and turning green in the Laurel of 1321 in sync with 2021. Given the little and nothing that exists of the revealing enthronement and the psychic environment, it should be noted that historical facts fly like pollen, with the waves in their same vibrations of the aeolian autogyro. This entails physical vibrational material, which is in every corner of existentialism, without beginning or end, only rewinding through the infinite axon of karma and samskara, for physical-ecological convulsed means and intermediates, in revealing semblances of the primitive psychic field before us, like the Aspís Koilé, as a shield or as an omnidirectional parabolic antenna, bringing us events after events that strangely interchange phases, and intertwined efforts over time in quantum physics and subsequent biophysical changes in the genome chain, especially in its Psychic Trisomy.

to be continued...
DUOVERSE
Adhered to the ancient parallels of the cult, the mythology of Horcondising lashes out. Stale and axiomatic source of pragmatic and rational earth that emanates from this constricted fusion of the Universe in metamorphosis of the Duoverse-Horcondising. Social and genealogical plates date more than seven hundred years from Lombardy and northern Venice in Italy, Spain and France. The mission of Horcondising is the pastoral myth and Chaos of the ancestral family cenacle, in view of a family rule, succeeding in continuous litanies that consecrate rites beyond genetic archaeological death. The consolation of the souls will revive and will be under the edict of the Sub-mythology in repose landing and successive parapsychological regressions, which will speak of deaths suffered at the edge of their test tube lives, but of clinical rejoicing and not of victory under a rune that expires death from beyond in the "*******", approaching people from their helium’s and their functions constantly, as a goal of collective-suffering life, active and systematic helium genetics.

Under mythology, there is the sub-fable, prone and with boundaries where language innovates the entire structure of hermeneutics, as written notification and complacent verb, for the lords of the wheat fields and granaries, narrating myth-stories in trouble of revived verbality. Thus in Rhodes and Patmos, Andronicus from  Rhodes will once again guard the doorway of his hobbies, so that these disciplines are conducive to sponsorships of words under the reasons of nature concerning Saint John the Apostle resurrected carnal and spirit, in contrast to the conclusions of the reason to leave breathless fate that cheers the good and disapproval of diction of not certain science, under the ships that cover the commendable salvation in the exegetical storms that go from a liberated patronage, as well as in what differs from the et grammatica institutione arithmetica in which each one writes what she understands and adds what humanistically makes existence in a biblical alphanumeric dimension, of the imaginary in some of its leaders such as Zefián, Borker, Leiak, Kaitelka, Hyperdisis and the Zig Zag Universes.  Making the mythical an ensemble with the deities that rule the infinite, achieving more secular religiosities than in a religion radius, founded by characters that are already pagan mythology. This is the raison d'être of the sub-mythology, which springs from one already narrated and rationalized, but in the contradiction of what lies beneath the very observance that joins forging itself creditor of newest myths within others, with characters that have never been or have been parasitizing on another source of cognition. Thus becoming extensive and prolonged its passage in lies sumptuousness of other arcane myths within the same that inhabit the mythological lie, without blemish from a veracity belonging to the living-lie in pursuit of a dead-truth. Even if it is in this way or hermeneutical method, beating and going to meet the Imaginary Castle of Horcondising and the Camera Obscura, which always lives and revives in the sub-imagination, but from a mythical truth in a regime of multitudinous voice and of mythopoetics.

From the sooty Camera Obscura the spindle was obtained over the diameters of each edge, Vernarth of the same chaos, converged from the square but not spherical world, from this sooty box together with his butler Zefián, shooting vines of light over the projection of the same box and quantum ark on the acropolis of Leiak, pretending to be in its projection the ultraviolet light in light in similarity to the earth, but not square, rather appearing to be a square sphere. After repeated intervals, Vernarth opened the slits of his hands, also hollowed out, here other spheres appeared, but not spheroids, rather quadrilaterals at the end of the third phase in the last three serials that showed the full reflection of a tiny world that just cried out amnesty as a matter that had been beginning to form with another factor on a large scale, from this fractality that would appear as Verthian sub-mythology. Camera Obscura, in a combination of twelve atomic masses, stands out starting in the irradiation of the sexagesimal nomenclature; imagining fractionality between sixty microseconds to sixty in the hexagonal polygon of the Primogeniture and the Baptistry of Ein Kerem.  Being used in the elevations of the stars and the Heliac Ortho of dawn, which would find the black box that was nestled in its twelve apostolate angles. The whole times were divided into more exact numbers that surrounded him in his Camera Obscura doing trigonometry with the three equilateral rectangles, making multiples of twelve on the line of the hypotenuse of sixty, dividing by the hexagonal, which is the angular line of six Progression sides of the Duoverse becoming square spheroid, for an analogy of Hexagonal Birthright with the multiple of twelve for the sake of the Camels Gigas, leading them to obfuscate the Horcondising fused with the Duoverse, by means of Pi (π), in the diameter equidistant between the Universe and the Duoverso disintegrated in two by the concentric radius of both geometric units. So too, Vernarth multiplied the existence of his new sexagesimal world by sixty followed by infinite numbers of zeros, canceling the radical time of the masses of the anodyne particles. The corondels  or watermarks, overflowed with all the irregularities of the system, showing the decimal after the comma, to separate them from the definitively autonomous universe of quantum physics.
i) Sub - Verthian Mythology (Horcondising)
Racquel Davis Jul 2014
May all those who fear me find friendship with me here.
May all those who disbelieve feel my commanding presence.
When they need love, let them in and I will nurture them.
When they hunger with desire, allow release in my audience.
They who tire will rest with me in my palace.
They who long for peace can have it in this place.

©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
Elaenor Aisling Aug 2021
That brief moment
Walking into the shaded apartment to find you reading in flannel
And everything in me jumps
The camera obscura of my iris snaps,
Suspending you in amber light.
The tapered elegance of your fingers across a page
A glint of Versailles blue-gold eyes
And fortified ramparts of your shoulders.
I will carry this vestige with me
In a petticoat pocket
Until we are old
And your arms do not lift me as you just did
The last strand of your hair is silver
And your cheeks sink with age like your father’s.
These small gems of youth
Of promise
To keep in a sleeve until they are needed
And the mirrors show reflections we cannot change
Jonathan Witte May 2017
Our house is a black box.
We drape every window

but one, a pinhole
to capture the sun.

At night our eyes go dark as ink.
Our memories marbleize at
the edge of the bedroom.

Come morning,
we are nothing

but inverted images
fed by shared light.

You tell me to smile
and I braid your hair.

Upstairs, the children
develop like ghosts.

I put on another record
and the dark disc spins,

its needle lulled
into grooves the way
you are lulled into me.

We could almost dance together,
but the couple at the window

will not move until
we come into focus.
r Jan 2015
light travels in straight lines

but truth often gets inverted

when worded through the pin-

holed window of closed minds

and blinds us with distracting

theories refracting on white walls

in a world of royals and riyals

and unnamed dark chambers.
r ~ 1/12/15
Third Eye Candy Mar 2013
Barbarians At The Bill Gates

Kings in a Nutshell of Plots,
Machiavellian; made Lords Of Infinite Beige.
a Workspace now a  Dead-Space in The Heart of an Artist... Scaling, Mount Dew, at a snail's pace.
Behemoth Logarithms,
Jammed in a hot box. with cigarette soot blocking die-cut vents
The cousin with the soft-spot.
Hair, Nobly Re-Disheveled  by Hit and Miss ads, like
crow's feet dancing on insomniac spines, in and around, the Yawning Cathode D-Rez
Of all Villages, M. Night. Ramadan, forged, into Code Soldiers
With No Code to reverse Schrodinger's Black Cat, Back in The Bag...
The Genie, from a corner apartment in Manhattan, to a bedroom in a Bottle of Lightning.
Only Reactive Jazz
Cosmonauts, embedding feathers in " White Hats "
A Moral Avatar.

Hack Lads in The Boonies of Way Ahead of The Curve.
An Unsound lack of Judgment, echoing by Proxy, like Mr. Hyde;
Passing for a binary Schizophrenic. Swallowing Blackberries, Seeds of Anarchy and All.
Crowd-Sourcing the wisdom of Crowds of People
With cup-holders, the Elite call CD-Rom
Stand-by.
A Quest For Firewire. A billion portals,, huddled in chaos.
In the lens of  The Camera-Obscura, hidden in the USB Port
In the Fuzzy Logic of Our Narcissism.
SQL that Ends Well \ with a Backlash To Pi Charts
Of Privileged  Information,
Cooling, only in The Windows, Facing a Social Network
Resting, on a sill of Approval by Market Share and -
Ad *******

An eye of  a needle, peeling onions in a brave new world, weeping for the pure, post-ironic
Joy, Of Threading a Nano-Camel
Through The Eye of a Needles' Parable.  To Aesop the gravy of grave doubt
and reasonable suspicions off
Teutonic Plates

To an Atheist. The Heavyside Layer of Bricked Phones
and Dissonance,
May Find a Contract, 'Comes with Astroglide.
And a toaster.

Floppy Disc-Figurements of Our Right To Privacy.  
Resurfaced By The Naivete
Of a Target Audience, With a Heads-up Display,
A 4D Hologram  
Of Steve Jobs,  
Exported over dark fiber optics;  
Silicons of Prosaic non-Existence
Overclocking the Swatch
On  a wrist

Banning Calligraphy

Ward of the State
Of the Economy
With a Cult
Following


A Hologram of Steve Jobs
To sharpen the bleeding edge
with a moon rock from The OtherSide of Billions of Dollars.
The After-Accolades with the Spanish moss From Taiwan
Where Dragons Of  Technology
Shed limits, that metastasize rapid growth
Of Personal Stock by -
adding a Touch Screen Feature to an App For Clout.
To Out-Monopoly with a Walled-Garden
Designed by Stanley Kubrick's 2001 [ Available Space Odyssey  ]
A Terabyte
leaving Half a Worm
In your Apple.

A Difference Engine, differently Desired

Dumped
On a Corner in
Your Circle
Of Confirmed
Friends.


rocking XP like an OG on Food Stamps and The Fringe.
Centered Better And Re-Posted.
Cali Feb 2017
Wasted days hang like corpses
in the five second pause
between our lips
and thick melancholia spreads
through my bones
with thoughts of
what should have been.

I want to tell you that I'm sorry,
but that's not quite right-
I want to give you the oceans
that press against my seams
and bend with weighted remorse.


I want to tell you that I've missed you,
but that's not quite right, either.
you have been missing from me
and I've been sticking these leftover pieces
together with chewing gum
and bits of dental floss,
blindly trying to recreate
a feeling from shadows and memory.

I want to tell you that I've changed my mind,
but this one sits like a lump in my throat.
I haven't changed my mind
because it's never really left you.
I've been looking through this camera obscura
at all of the things I thought I knew
and I missed the ghost of an idea,
patiently waiting for an eloquent realization-

It's always been you.
BB Tyler Sep 2015
The crystallization of thought
leaves behind tiny granules,
like diamonds, reflective and
geometric to fit together.

     Sand to glass
        for a window or
          fun-house mirror.

Brain grains made of waiting,
                                 of watching.
Recognition of patterns recorded.
                Faces in old photographs,
                     "Look! That's me!"
  The big picture, stitched individual pixels,
                             light thru the film
                                     projected on a wall,
                                 fuzz of dust on the vinyl.

          Motes of knowing
                       floating
                                            but tough under pressure,
                                  and in the liquid of pure,
                                                           ­            transparent
                                                                ­       experience,

                                                    ­                     soluble.
December 2014
Safana Apr 1
Your poetry is consistently obscura.
Let me quote one or two words.
And to recite the obscura April poem.
En esas doce horas que somos la espalda del mundo
en aquel diario eclipse
eclipse de pueblos
ecllipse de montes y páramos
eclipse de humanos
eclipse de mar
el ***** le tiñe a la Tierra mitad de la cara
por más que se ponga luz artificial
negrura de sombra
sombra de negrura
que a nadie le asombra
y a todo perdura
obscura la España
y claro Japón
obscura Caracas
y claro Cantón
y siempre girando hacia el Este
aquí está tiznando
allá está celeste
esa sombra inmensa
esa sombra eterna
que tuvo comienzo al comienzo del comienzo
rotativo eclipse
eclipse total
pide a los humanos un solemne rito
que es horizontal
y cada doce horas que llega me alegro
porque medio mundo se tiñe de *****
y en ello no cabe distingo racial
Dreams of Sepia Aug 2015
( for Virginia Woolf)

Light & dark collide
her life is a palimpsest
of butterfly memories
of twisted ills & happiness
viewed through a pin hole
captured in black & white
The Lighthouse still stands
in St Ives where it always was
where she used to go as a child
she writes “ Mrs Dalloway”
& eats conference pears
Occasionally she hears the birds
singing in Greek as they fly by
Death, which will claim her is always waiting.
Onoma Feb 2017
Fatherless Father/Son-less Son/Holy-less Spirit.
Reflection/Refraction/Projection.
In triplicate.
Unofficially, Officially Signed.
Apertures and rooms...
capstone penetrated base,
base penetrated capstone.
Still life.
~
(is perfect)
Ken Pepiton Dec 2018
We get better as we get better

Mneuromorphicmeme makers
Sapiens augmentatious, that's us

Who could argue against us. AI don't know

Smell that smell,
Suffer, wait, wait wait
let patience have her perfect work

wait to see the whites of the eyes,
what am I seeing?

Why the shades at night, are you cross eyed?
Are you lookin' at me?
What are you lookin' at?

Shame on you, who can see what I see
I look at you
do you see what I see? nope,
similar, right

watch my eyes, see the whites,
ninoculate bi noc u late

see the angle point 123
see
the point I see from my aiming vector,

see my point from the angle of your POV
see

Pretend you do, and walk a mile with me,
help me with my load,
you know any stories told 'round here?

Life history strategies, those they conserve,
per haps a cultural system,
like pickling, or fermenting, or culturing
gut-felt tales of gods and monsters?

Guts, good god, Maudie, come see
a-fore-al-flusher, disgusting
turds taken for golden nuggets,
we missed in the dust
dancing in the golden sun shone
through a tiny hole in the roof
through which rain may drip, someday we may remember

Camera obscura, who first saw the truth in one of those?

"what you diggin' fo down there, Gold?", she giggled,

Gold dust sprinkled fine as fine can be,
breathe this
Deep in the tunnel,
the last highest part of the dust of the earth,
the dust of many men drifting in the wind,
radiates, dis integrit-ified, trans mogr ified known,

No, I would not have guessed.
I should have learned and
did, did you? Is war your

right and my wrong?
Warrior,
can you imagine
following a peace? Bliss? Nirvana? The
rest that remains for the people of God?

Is this real? Is real. AI affirm ifative

Warfare is thinkified, just-ified, never done.
The doing of evil at this level of living is imaginable
only, not re-alizable.

We remain mortal. These peaces we put together are
for mortal moments.
We remember learnings we recall from gatherings together,

Familiar things, whence we seen the source whither
haps in my favor may be found
in the next round
after, ever after

I find a way back to the light where I saw
dancers in a blue moon beam,
blue light, not calendar man made myth of two full moons
in a single cycle of the moon,
we know better,
set your timer with the solstice,
let the seasons roll.

Precision, close enough, field-ish, an ion cat ion sort of,  

the safer it gets, the safer we need it to be,
let patience have her perfect work,

safe liberty needs broad horizons,
not high walls.

Enemies are ideas wishing to be im-portentious,
as if forever is a game to be won.

Contention is single source. Pride.

So, you, passerby, can you make proud, or pride
weigh more than the peace I made?
Want to trade?
I take your pride and flush it, wipe your own
stench away, but trust your gut,

a peace-filled gut wins every single time,
incident after incedent, pre-dictable as forever
in any direction,
going on.

Does this smell digestible or does my gut go
NONONO yech onomatopoeic retch

finger down the throat, you know, the secret sign,
in a word,
*******. Don’t swallow any more. Spit it out.

Why not? The dog eats it.
It's disgusting.
But, watch, the dog rolls in it, then she sneaks up
on the skunk, oh
****, I ruined her hunt, she had that skunk,

Until I yelled, "Macy, no!" She froze, the skunk fired,
on my exclamatory point.

Right there, see. What is aimed at,
wait to see the whites of their eyes,

shoot 'em.
Sniff, nose gnostic vapours settled by dew
soak into the mulch maker's realm,
de cay, de cawl, draw back your cowl and scowl

in the mirror,
or was that in a movie? The camera was you, you
saw the blood swirldownthedrain, you
saw thy evil mother,
locked away,
NULL-ified for as long as I live. Okeh.

******-drama scenario. This is the game? No rules?
You lie. Lying is allowed here, it is a skill
we conserve, we conserve the
sacred liberality ification
manifested in the
leavened sons
of God's sons.

Truth, be known, has one foe. Pride that makes the lie.

-------
Magical transfer, dis gust, take yo breath away,

congenital liar, natural nurturerer,
teller of tales of the mighty hunter,

the hunter of might,
might he be a hunter of darker

theory of mind, begins with the first lie

I may remember mine, do you?

The green man? Yeah, spiderwoman's caretaker.
Lacto, make some cheese,

we offer the milk mixed with the smoke
from the mushrooms grown on
the darkside of *******.

Leadership, lead away. Followers,
this way, down or
up.
It's POV, you see,
Ya'll are the beta testers. If people as smart as you don't tell me I am mad, to try, I shall continue to pay close attention as time, per se, parses out.
The fugitives invaded me in the
sixties series somewhere on
TV,
one armed bandits
one eyed half wits
we watched it all
Janssen
Thinnes and
that lot on the bins
for
a touch of class.

Alf Garnett
he could be a gas
and Irma down the Street
with her
coronation chicken feet.

Taken over
one channel at a time
sublime?


Well it was all in Black and White,
so we could tell the day from night, but
not real life you understand
just pictures on a screen
now repeated
though I have seen them all before
I watch again
I so adore

**** York

Samantha,
wiggling her nose

Bouquets of barbed wire
tied to a rose.

Top cat smarter than Kojak
and the Flintstones in their
dream homes down in Bedrock.

Knock me up some dreams to dream
and I'll scream ******
Norman Bates
Hitchcock laughed at
those blind dates.

Niven
Cribbens
Poppins

moons and balloons and railway children
who'll then tell me where it went then?
Standing for the Anthem,
auntie Beeb and then some
chips and curry sauce of course
it's how we rolled in
Lancashire
arubybluebird Sep 2019
My eyes have done this once before. Cried before I could process the why. The last time it happened was on my drive home after kissing the boy who'd go on to break my heart. I didn't know it then, but it would be the last time I'd see him. I've concluded over time that it was my heart sending my body a signal. "Tell her it's happening. Tell her he's going to bring us pain. Tell her he's going to tear us apart."

It's been two days since, and I can feel it now. You won’t be the one to see me through, you won't be the one to truly cherish my heart. You’ll come close enough, linger on the surface, but you won’t know how.
Left Foot Poet Nov 2017
surprise surprise I read between the lines,
gobbling up the bread crumbs youse guys leave in;
yours and hers in the edible empty spaces and
hints and clues from other lines from other places

grew up in a family of storytellers, historians and book writers:
we did not play Scrabble in my house; was too contentious,
and besides, someone excelled in literary obscura and
Ancient Poets,
which made it most unfaira

instead we read the dictionary for fun and
broke into the unlocked local library at night,
were called The Borrowers in our little town,
I think affectionately

The FBI employed my momma,
the Original Literary Profiler,
cause she could see the signature of the same writer,
no matter how many names or disguises he tried,
in everything they had written

  the skill was transferred genetically,
which is visible in all my escapades poetically:
I live here under many names so superciliously,
but I never have yet, fooled myself^
I did read a first chapter of my sister's book published in a newspaper many years ago; thinking it was a well written review,   when I discovered the true author's identity, my family teased me mercilessly
11-29-17 13:18 est

^ sometimes I read an oldie and think not bad, which  makes laugh when I say out loud,  
did I write that?
Carlo C Gomez Jul 2022
~
Black as coal.
Moth or myth?
It helps with the lights out.
And travels by thought.

Cleopatra enters Rome,
Dropping names,
Reciting pagan poetry,
Knocking on forbidden doors.

Nicole sees shadows
Of her former self
Staring back at her,
Rock paper scissors,
The color of three.

Give and take after take
On the burning soil
Of a blurred crusade.

Typewriters
And other assorted weapons
Form white lies and alibis,
Calibrating the dusted variations
Of a caught-on-camera obscura,
It is a dark waltz,
Some small hope still,

Yet there's a comma after still.

~
Anais Vionet Apr 1
As we all know, April is “National Poetry Month.”
Last year’s Poetry month, was like a month-long superbowl.
We all enjoyed the fireworks, the rhyming-parades,
live televised poetry jams and interpretive dances (ick).

Speaking about last year, once again, the Academy of American Poets
has asked me to take the month off - for ”the sake of  poets everywhere.”

“Dear Anais
Don’t betray us.
April’s our month to shine.
We’re asking you to confine,
your poetry to the other 11 months,
please listen to us - just this once.
Your poetry isn’t that popular,
and we think your work is subtacular.”

They’d rhymed it, of course.

I was moved.
I mean, if you write my kind of poetry,
It’s a good idea to keep moving,

Happy Poetry Month!
Hay días en que somos tan móviles, tan móviles,
como las leves briznas al viento y al azar.
Tal vez bajo otro cielo la Gloria nos sonríe.
La vida es clara, undívaga, y abierta como un mar.
Y hay días en que somos tan fértiles, tan fértiles,
como en abril el campo, que tiembla de pasión:
bajo el influjo próvido de espirituales lluvias,
el alma está brotando florestas de ilusión.
Y hay días en que somos tan sórdidos, tan sórdidos,
como la entraña obscura de oscuro pedernal:
la noche nos sorprende, con sus profusas lámparas,
en rútiles monedas tasando el Bien y el Mal.
Y hay días en que somos tan plácidos, tan plácidos...
(¡niñez en el crepúsculo! ¡Lagunas de zafir!)
que un verso, un trino, un monte, un pájaro que cruza,
y hasta las propias penas nos hacen sonreír.
Y hay días en que somos tan lúbricos, tan lúbricos,
que nos depara en vano su carne la mujer:
tras de ceñir un talle y acariciar un seno,
la redondez de un fruto nos vuelve a estremecer.
Y hay días en que somos tan lúgubres, tan lúgubres,
como en las noches lúgubres el llanto del pinar.
El alma gime entonces bajo el dolor del mundo,
y acaso ni Dios mismo nos puede consolar.
Mas hay también ¡Oh Tierra! un día... un día... un día...
en que levamos anclas para jamás volver...
Un día en que discurren vientos ineluctables
¡un día en que ya nadie nos puede retener!
SøułSurvivør Jul 2015
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poetry. folded into my back
pocket dark garnet pages are
left frayed and friable like
leaves on the bottom
of a teacup

poetry. stancion of
formed glass emptied of
its torch by breakage
each shard a grain
of obsidian
sand

poetry. lamp of a great
beast structure struggling to
find its way through the labyrinth
Minotaur myths blackness
camera obscura to a feast of souls
who's meat is dusty tomes
skeletons in tombs
choking on their crusts of
parchment owls

poetry. oil of anointing
for to wrap the Christian
alive as he burns in
the garden of
Caligula

i am poetry. all of these
am i. a paper soul clipped
from an origami bird's wing
frayed like a homemade
leaf but never

*empty
Thanks to Nat Lipstadt
and Shaunna Harper
for the inspiration
¿Sevilla?... ¿Granada?... La noche de luna.
Angosta la calle, revuelta y moruna,
de blancas paredes y obscuras ventanas.
Cerrados postigos, corridas persianas...
El cielo vestía su gasa de abril.Un vino risueño me dijo el camino.
Yo escucho los áureos consejos del vino,
que el vino es a veces escala de ensueño.
Abril y la noche y el vino risueño
cantaron en coro su salmo de amor.La calle copiaba, con sombra en el muro,
el paso fantasma y el sueño maduro
de apuesto embozado, galán caballero:
espada tendida, calado sombrero...
La luna vertía su blanco soñar.Como un laberinto mi sueño torcía
de calle en calleja. Mi sombra seguía
de aquel laberinto la sierpe encantada,
en pos de una oculta plazuela cerrada.
La luna lloraba su dulce blancor.La casa y la clara ventana florida,
de blancos jazmines y nardos prendida,
más blancos que el blanco soñar de la luna...
-Señora, la hora, tal vez importuna...
¿Que espere? (La dueña se lleva el candil).Ya sé que sería quimera, señora, mi sombra
galante buscando a la aurora
en noches de estrellas y luna, si fuera
mentira la blanca nocturna quimera
que usurpa a la luna su trono de luz.¡Oh dulce señora, más cándida y bella
que la solitaria matutina estrella
tan clara en el cielo! ¿Por qué silenciosa
oís mi nocturna querella amorosa?
¿Quién hizo, señora, cristal vuestra voz?...La blanca quimera parece que sueña.
Acecha en la obscura estancia la dueña.
-Señora, si acaso otra sombra, emboscada
teméis, en la sombra, fiad en mi espada...
Mi espada se ha visto a la luna brillar.¿Acaso os parece mi gesto anacrónico?
El vuestro es, señora, sobrado lacónico.
¿Acaso os asombra mi sombra embozada,
de espada tendida y toca plumada?...
¿Seréis la cautiva del moro Gazul?Dijéraislo, y pronto mi amor os diría
el son de mi guzla y la algarabía
más dulce que oyera ventana moruna.
Mi guzla os dijera la noche de luna,
la noche de cándida luna de abril.Dijera la clara cantiga de plata
del patio moruno, y la serenata
que lleva el aroma de floridas preces
a los miradores y a los ajimeces,
los salmos de un blanco fantasma lunar.Dijera las danzas de trenzas lascivas,
las muelles cadencias de ensueños, las vivas
centellas de lánguidos rostros velados,
los tibios perfumes, los huertos cerrados;
dijera el aroma letal del harén.Yo guardo, señora, en viejo salterio
también una copla de blanco misterio,
la copla más suave, más dulce y más sabia
que evoca las claras estrellas de Arabia
y aromas de un moro jardín andaluz.Silencio... En la noche la paz de la luna
alumbra la blanca ventana moruna.
Silencio... Es el musgo que brota, y la hiedra
que lenta desgarra la tapia de piedra...
El llanto que vierte la luna de abril.-Si sois una sombra de la primavera
blanca entre jazmines, o antigua quimera
soñada en las trovas de dulces cantores,
yo soy una sombra de viejos cantares,
y el signo de un álgebra vieja de amores.Los gayos, lascivos decires mejores,
los árabes albos nocturnos soñares,
las coplas mundanas, los salmos talares,
poned en mis labios;
yo soy una sombra también del amor.Ya muerta la luna, mi sueño volvía
por la retorcida, moruna calleja.
El sol en Oriente reía
su risa más vieja.
Grave símbolo esquivo.
Grave símbolo esquivo, nocturna
torva idea en el caos girando.
Hámlet frío que nada enardece.
Aquí, allá, va la sombra señera,
allá, aquí, señorial, taciturna,
(señorial, hiperbóreo, elusivo):
fantasmal Segismundo parece
y harto asaz metafísico, cuando
cruza impávido el árida esfera.

Grave símbolo huraño.
Grave símbolo huraño, fantasma
vagueante por muelle archipiélago
-bruma ingrave y caletas de nube
y ensenadas y fjords de neblina-.
Grave símbolo hermético: pasma
su presciencia del huésped de ogaño,
su pergenio de gríseo querube
(del calígene caos murciélago)
vagueante en la onda opalina.

Más lontano que nunca.
Más lontano que nunca. Más solo
que si fuese ficción. Puro endriago
y entelequia y emblema cerébreo:
del antártico al ártico Polo
sombra aciaga de atuendo fatal
-exhumada de cúya espelunca?-,
gris fantasma lucífugo y vago
por el fondo angoroso, tenébreo,
que sacude hosco viento abisal.

Más lontano jamás.
Más lontano jamás. Ciego, mudo,
mares surca y océanos hiende
metafísicos: mástil de roble
que no curva el henchido velamen,
ni el de Zeus zig-zag troza crudo...,
ni se abate ante el tedio, quizás.
Más lontano jamás: Fosco, inmoble
De su hito insular no desciende
y aunque voces lascivas lo llamen.

Juglar ebrio de añejo y hodierno
mosto clásico o filtros letales.
Si Dionisos o Baco.
Baco rubio o Dionysos de endrino
crespo casco de obscuro falerno.
Trovador para el lay venusino.
Juglar ebrio de bocas o vino:
me dominan las fuerzas sensuales
-hondo amor o femíneo arrumaco-
trovador, amadís sempiterno.
Me saturan los zumos fatales
-denso aroma, perfume calino-
del ajenjo de oriente opalino.

Casiopeia de luz que amortigua
fonje niebla, tul fosco de bruma,
copo blándulo, flor de la espuma,
cendal níveo y aéreo...
Cendal níveo y aéreo... La ambigua
color vaga que apenas se esfuma
si aparece... fugaz Casiopeia
peregnina, la errátil Ligeia,
la de hoy y de ayer y la antigua
-entre un vaho letal, deletéreo... -

Casiopeia con ojos azules,
Elsa grácil y esbelta,
Elsa grácil y esbelta, Elsa blonda!
-si morena Xatlí, la lontana-.
Elsa blonda y esbelta, Elsa grácil!
Casiopeia en el mar! Quién Ulises
de esa núbil Calypso! Odiseo
de esa ingrávida Circe temprana
-blonda, ebúrnea y pueril!- Impoluta
Casiopeia -auniendnino su delta-.
Nea Aglae ni arisca ni fácil...
Casiopeia triscando en la onda,
Casiopeia en la playa! Sus gules
labios húmidos son los de Iseo!
Oh Tristán! de las sienes ya grises!
Oh Tristán!: con tus ojos escruta:
¿ves la nao en la linde lontana?

Turbio afán o morboso deseo
sangre y carne y espíritu incendie.
Ebrio en torno -falena-.
Ebrio en torno -falena piróvaga-
ronde, al cálido surco: Leteo
que el orsado senil vilipendie
si antes fuera la misma giróvaga...
-si ayer Paris de Helena la helena,
si ayer Paris, rival de Romeo... -
Turbio afán y deseo sin lindes,
siempre, oh Vida, me infundas y brindes!

Cante siempre a mi oído.
Cante siempre a mi oído la tibia
voz fragante de Circe y Onfalia.
Siempre séanme sólo refugio
pulcro amor y acendrada lascivia.
Bruna endrina de muslos de dahlia,
rubia láctea de ardido regazo!
Lejos váyase el frío artilugio
cerebral ante el lúbrico abrazo!

Casiopeia, los ojos de alinde
muy más tersos que vívidas gémulas
irradiantes: la frente de argento
-flava crencha a su frente,
flava crencha a su frente las alas
si a las róseas orejas los nidos;
frágil cinto; el eréctil portento
par sin par retador e insurgente;
frágil cinto que casi se rinde
de qué hechizo al agobio -tan grato-.
En sus ojos giraban sus émulas
-danzarinas lontanas y trémulas-:
estrellada cohorte: de Palas
la sapiencia, en sus ojos dormidos.
De Afrodita posesa el acento
caricioso. Medea furente...
Salomé, la bacante demente...

Casiopeia danzando.
Casiopeia danzando en la sombra
vagueante, irisada de ópalos:
nefelíbata al són de inasible
rumor lieto, velada armonía
cuasi muda y susurro inaudible
(muelle y tibio, melífico y blando)
para torpes oídos: que asombra
con febril sortilegio, si tópalos
sabio oído: les sigue, les halla,
les acoge, goloso, en su malla,
y en gozarlos su ser se extasía.

Casiopeia de luz.
Casiopeia de luz inexhausta,
halo blondo en el mar de zafiro,
rubia estrella en el mar de abenuz.
Irreal concreción de la eterna
maravilla del cosmos: su fausta
lumbre, siempre, y en éxtasis, miro
de la hórrida, absurda caverna
poeana o guindado en mi cruz.

Casiopeia, eternal Casiopeia,
sutil símbolo, lis, donosura;
su luz fausta y su música, hechizo
de sortílega acción obsesora
e inebriante, muy más que la obscura
flor dormida en las redes del rizo
toisón, urna que ensueño atesora
y el hastío a la vez: Casiopeia
peregrina, la errátil Ligeia,
la de hoy y de ayer y ventura...
Una noche invernal, de las más bellas
Con que engalana enero sus rigores
Y en que asoman la luna y las estrellas
Calmando penas e inspirando amores;
Noche en que están galanes y doncellas
Olvidados de amargos sinsabores,
Al casto fuego de pasión secreta
Parodiando a Romeo y a Julieta.

En una de esas noches sosegadas,
En que ni el viento a susurrar se atreve,
Ni al cruzar por las tristes enramadas
Las mustias hojas de los fresnos mueve
En que se ven las cimas argentadas
Que natura vistió de eterna nieve,
Y en la distancia se dibujan vagos
Copiando el cielo azul los quietos lagos;

Llegó al pie de una angosta celosía,
Embozado y discreto un caballero,
Cuya mirada hipócrita escondía
Con la anchurosa falda del sombrero.
Señal de previsión o de hidalguía
Dejaba ver la ***** de su acero
Y en pie quedó junto a vetusta puerta,
Como quien va a una cita y está alerta.

En gran silencio la ciudad dormida,
Tan sólo turba su quietud serena,
Del Santo Oficio como voz temida
Débil campana que distante suena,
O de amor juvenil nota perdida
Alguna apasionada cantilena
O el rumor que entre pálidos reflejos
Suelen alzar las rondas a lo lejos.

De pronto, aquel galán desconocido
Levanta el rostro en actitud violenta
Y cual del alto cielo desprendido
Un ángel a su vista se presenta
-¡Oh Manrique! ¿Eres tú? ¡Tarde has venido!
-¿Tarde dices, Leonor? Las horas cuenta.
Y el tiempo que contesta a tal reproche
Daba el reloj las doce de la noche.

Y dijo la doncella: -«Debo hablarte
Con todo el corazón; yo necesito
La causa de mis celos explicarte.
Mi amor, lo sabes bien, es infinito,
Tal vez ni muerta dejaré de amarte
Pero este amor lo juzgan un delito
Porque no lo unirán sagrados lazos,
Puesto que vives en ajenos brazos.

»Mi padre, ayer, mirándome enfadada
-Me preguntó, con duda, si era cierto
Que me llegaste a hablar enamorado,
Y al ver mi confusión, él tan experto,
Sin preguntarme más, agregó airado:
Prefiero verlo por mi mano muerto
A dejar que con torpe alevosía
Mancille el limpio honor de la hija mía.

»Y alguien que estaba allí dijo imprudente:
¡Ah! yo a Manrique conocí en Sevilla,
Es guapo, decidor, inteligente,
Donde quiera que está resalta y brilla,
Mas conozco también a una inocente
Mujer de alta familia de Castilla,
En cuyo hogar, cual áspid, se introdujo
Y la mintió pasión y la sedujo.

Entonces yo celosa y consternada
Le pregunté con rabia y amargura,
Sintiendo en mi cerebro desbordada
La fiebre del dolor y la locura:
-¿Esa inocente víctima inmolada
Hoy llora en el olvido su ternura?
Y el delator me respondió con saña:
-¡No! La trajo Manrique a Nueva España.

»Si es la mujer por condición curiosa
Y en inquirir concentra sus anhelos,
es más cuando ofendida y rencorosa
siente en su pecho el dardo de los celos
Y yo, sin contenerme, loca, ansiosa,
Sin demandar alivios ni consuelos,
Le pregunté por víctima tan bella
Y en calma respondió: -Vive con ella.

»Después de tal respuesta que ha dejado
Dudando entre lo efímero y lo cierto
A un corazón que siempre te ha adorado
Y sólo para ti late despierto,
Tal como deja un filtro envenenado
Al que lo apura, sin color y yerto:
No te sorprenda que a tu cita acuda
Para que tú me aclares esta duda».

Pasó un gran rato de silencio y luego
Manrique dijo con la voz serena
-«Desde que yo te vi te adoro ciego
Por ti tengo de amor el alma llena;
No sé si esta pasión ni si este fuego
Me ennoblece, me salva o me condena,
Pero escucha, Leonor idolatrada,
A nadie temo ni me importa nada.

»Muy joven era yo y en cierto día
Libre de desengaños y dolores,
Llegué de capitán a Andalucía,
La tierra de la gracia y los amores.
Ni la maldad ni el mundo conocía,
Vagaba como tantos soñadores
Que en pos de algún amor dulce y profundo
Ven como eterno carnaval el mundo.

»Encontré a una mujer joven y pura,
Y no sé qué la dije de improviso,
La aseguré quererla con ternura
Y no puedo negártelo: me quiso.
Bien pronto, tomó creces la aventura;
Soñé tener con ella un paraíso
Porque ya en mis abuelos era fama:
Antes Dios, luego el Rey, después mi dama.

»Y la llevé conmigo; fue su anhelo
Seguirme y fue mi voluntad entera;
Surgió un rival y le maté en un duelo,
Y después de tal lance, aunque quisiera
Pintar no puedo el ansia y el desvelo
Que de aquella Sevilla, dentro y fuera,
Me dio el amor como tenaz castigo
Del rapto que me pesa y que maldigo.

»A noticias llegó del Soberano
Esta amorosa y juvenil hazaña
Y por salvarme me tendió su mano,
Y para hacerme diestro en la campaña
Me mandó con un jefe veterano
A esta bella región de Nueva España...
¿Abandonaba a la mujer aquella?
Soy hidalgo, Leonor, ¡vine con ella!

»Te conocí y te amé, nada te importe
La causa del amor que me devora;
La brújula, mi bien, siempre va al norte;
La alondra siempre cantará a la aurora.
¿No me amas ya? pues deja que soporte
A solas mi dolor hora tras hora;
No demando tu amor como un tesoro,
¡Bástame con saber que yo te adoro!

»No adoro a esa mujer; jamás acudo
A mentirle pasión, pero tú piensa
Que soy su amparo, su constante escudo,
De tanto sacrificio en recompensa.
Tú, azucena gentil, yo cardo rudo,
Si ofrecerte mi mano es una ofensa
Nada exijo de ti, nada reclamo,
Me puedes despreciar, pero te amo».

Después de tal relato, que en franqueza
Ninguno le excedió, calló el amante,
Inclinó tristemente la cabeza;
Cerró los ojos mudo y anhelante
Ira, celos, dolor, miedo y tristeza
Hiriendo a la doncella en tal instante
Parecían decirle con voz ruda:
La verdad es más negra que la duda.

Quiere alejarse y su medrosa planta
De aquel sitio querido no se mueve,
Quiere encontrar disculpa, mas le espanta
De su adorado la conducta aleve;
Quiere hablar y se anuda su garganta,
Y helada en interior como la nieve
Mira con rabia a quien rendida adora
Y calla, gime, se estremece y llora.

¡Es el humano corazón un cielo!
Cuando el sol de la dicha lo ilumina
Parece azul y vaporoso velo
Que en todo cuanto flota nos fascina:
Si lo ennegrece con su sombra el duelo,
Noche eterna el que sufre lo imagina,
Y si en nubes lo envuelve el desencanto
Ruge la tempestad y llueve el llanto.

¡Ah! cuán triste es mirar marchita y rota
La flor de la esperanza y la ventura,
Cuando sobre sus restos solo flota
El ***** manto de la noche obscura;
Cuando vierte en el alma gota a gota
Su ponzoñosa esencia la amargura
Y que ya para siempre en nuestra vida
La primera ilusión está perdida.

Leonor oyendo la ****** historia
Del hombre que encontrara en su camino,
Miró eclipsarse la brillante gloria
De su primer amor, casto y divino;
Su más dulce esperanza fue ilusoria,
Culpaba, no a Manrique, a su destino
Y al fin le dijo a su galán callado:
-«Bien; después de lo dicho, ¿qué has pensado?

»Tanta pasión por ti mi pecho encierra
Que el dolor que me causas lo bendigo;
Voy a vivir sin alma y no me aterra,
Pues mi culpa merece tal castigo.
Como a nadie amaré sobre la tierra
Llorando y de rodillas te lo digo,
Haz en mi nombre a esa mujer dichosa,
Porque yo quiero ser de Dios esposa.

Calló la dama y el galán, temblando,
Dijo con tenue y apagado acento:
-«Haré lo que me pidas; te estoy dando
Pruebas de mi lealtad, y ya presiento
Que lo mismo que yo te siga amando
Me amarás tú también en el Convento;
Y si es verdad, Leonor, que me has querido
Dame una última prueba que te pido.

»No tu limpia pureza escandalices
con este testimonio de ternura
No hay errores, ni culpas, ni deslice
Entre un hombre de honor y un alma pura;
Si vamos a ser ambos infelices
Y si eterna ha de ser nuestra amargura,
Que mi postrer adiós que tu alma invoca
Lo selles con un beso de mi boca».

Con rabia, ciega, airada y ofendida,
-«No me hables más,- repuso la doncella
Sólo pretendes verme envilecida
Y mancillarme tanto como a aquélla.
Te adoro con el alma y con la vida
Y maldigo este amor, pese a mi estrella,
Si hidalgo no eres ya ni caballero
Ni debo amarte, ni escucharte quiero».

Manrique, entonces la cabeza inclina,
Siente que se estremece aquel recinto,
Y sacando una daga florentina,
Que llevaba escondida bajo el cinto
Como un tributo a la beldad divina
Que amó con un amor jamás extinto,
Altivo, fiero y de dolor deshecho
Diciendo: -«Adiós, Leonor», la hundió en su pecho.

La dama, al contemplar el cuerpo inerte
En el dintel de su mansión caído,
Maldiciendo lo ***** de la suerte,
Pretende dar el beso apetecido.
Llora, solloza, grita ante la muerte
Del hombre por su pecho tan querido,
Y antes de que bajara hasta la puerta
La gente amedrentada se despierta.

Leonor, a todos sollozando invoca
Y les pide la lleven al convento
Junto a Manrique, en cuya helada boca
Un beso puede renovar su aliento.
Todos claman oyéndola: «¡Está loca!»
Y ella, fija en un solo pensamiento
Convulsa, inquieta, lívida y turbada
Cae, al ver a su padre, desmayada.

Y no cuentan las crónicas añejas
De aquesta triste y amorosa hazaña,
Si halló asilo Leonor tras de las rejas
De algún convento de la Nueva España.
Tan fútil como todas las consejas,
Si ésta que narro a mi le lector extraña,
Sepa que a la mansión de tal suceso,
Llama la gente: «El Callejón del Beso».
zebra Aug 2020
there is a door
obscura
in my mind

a black ocean
that smears alizarin mist

between love
and the dissolute

i hear
a storm of thick whispers
a breath calling
in free fall

my malleable lover
plays voodoo poppet
carousel of lady buddhas
diagramed unholy ***** *****
with scumbag eyeballs
contort for eager ruin
an ornamental cadaver
bejeweled
in a lake of tears

give me flesh
smell my rich ****
bouquet of **** the *****
transfixed eyes of flames
******* wide
thigh spillway buttered

loving the snag
and strangle
of a silk tourniquet
watch me shunt
and glassy stare
a glittering doll shimmies
blood bauble
and flapping tongue
torrent of curving jaws
clever teeth
to tear
and lips to be torn
a cockeyed brain
drowning in
illegible consciousness
for foot slaves
in a sweat and ****
magick show

body of irresistible horror
in descending spirals
to love
in the grotto
of furies
imbued with prayers
that fill the spaces
in her throat

martyr of transfiguration
she falls as
dust falls

i depend on her

tapestry of shuddering lust
in moist air
locked behind
a blood stained door
marked no exit

this savage pageant
"Blessed be You, oh Our Lord God,
King of the universe, who allow what is forbidden"
[Mattir Issurim]
Ni el tiempo que al pasar me repetía
que no tendría fin mi desventura
será capaz con su palabra obscura
de resistir la luz de mi alegría,
ni el espacio que un día y otro día
convertía distancia en amargura
me apartará de la persona pura
que se confunde con mi poesía.
Porque para el Amor que se prolonga
por encima de cada sepultura
no existe tiempo donde el sol se ponga.
Porque para el Amor omnipotente,
que todo lo transforma y transfigura,
no existe espacio que no esté presente.
Con letras ya borradas por los años,
En un papel que el tiempo ha carcomido,
Símbolo de pasados desengaños,
Guardo una carta que selló el olvido.

La escribió una mujer joven y bella.
¿Descubriré su nombre? ¡no!, ¡no quiero!
Pues siempre he sido, por mi buena estrella,
Para todas las damas, caballero.

¿Qué ser alguna vez no esperó en vano
Algo que si se frustra, mortifica?
Misterios que al papel lleva la mano,
El tiempo los descubre y los publica.

Aquellos que juzgáronme felice,
En amores, que halagan mi amor propio,
Aprendan de memoria lo que dice
La triste historia que a la letra copio:

«Dicen que las mujeres sólo lloran
Cuando quieren fingir hondos pesares;
Los que tan falsa máxima atesoran,
Muy torpes deben ser, o muy vulgares.

»Si cayera mi llanto hasta las hojas
Donde temblando está la mano mía,
Para poder decirte mis congojas
Con lágrimas mi carta escribiría.

»Mas si el llanto es tan claro que no pinta,
Y hay que usar de otra tinta más obscura,
La negra escogeré, porque es la tinta
Donde más se refleja mi amargura.

»Aunque no soy para sonar esquiva,
Sé que para soñar nací despierta.
Me he sentido morir y aún estoy viva;
Tengo ansias de vivir y ya estoy muerta.

»Me acosan de dolor fieros vestigios,
¡Qué amargas son las lágrimas primeras!
Pesan sobre mi vida veinte siglos,
Y apenas cumplo veinte primaveras.

»En esta horrible lucha en que batallo,
Aun cuando débil, tu consuelo imploro,
Quiero decir que lloro y me lo callo,
Y más risueña estoy cuanto más lloro.

»¿Por qué te conocí? Cuando temblando
De pasión, sólo entonces no mentida,
Me llegaste a decir: te estoy amando
Con un amor que es vida de mi vida.

»¿Qué te respondí yo? Bajé la frente,
Triste y convulsa te estreché la mano,
Porque un amor que nace tan vehemente
Es natural que muera muy temprano.

»Tus versos para mí conmovedores,
Los juzgué flores puras y divinas,
Olvidando, insensata, que las flores
Todo lo pierden menos las espinas.

»Yo, que como mujer, soy vanidosa,
Me vi feliz creyéndome adorada,
Sin ver que la ilusión es una rosa,
Que vive solamente una alborada.

»¡Cuántos de los crepúsculos que admiras
Pasamos entre dulces vaguedades;
Las verdades juzgándolas mentiras
Las mentiras creyéndolas verdades!

»Me hablabas de tu amor, y absorta y loca,
Me imaginaba estar dentro de un cielo,
Y al contemplar mis ojos y mi boca,
Tu misma sombra me causaba celo.

»Al verme embelesada, al escucharte,
Clamaste, aprovechando mi embeleso:
Déjame arrodillar para adorarte;
Y al verte de rodillas te di un beso.

»Te besé con arrojo, no se asombre
Un alma escrupulosa y timorata;
La insensatez no es culpa. Besé a un hombre
Porque toda pasión es insensata.

»Debo aquí confesar que un beso ardiente,
Aunque robe la dicha y el sosiego,
Es el placer más grande que se siente
Cuando se tiene un corazón de fuego.

»Cuando toqué tus labios fue preciso
Soñar que aquél placer se hiciera eterno.
Mujeres: es el beso un paraíso
Por donde entramos muchas al infierno.

»Después de aquella vez, en otras muchas,
Apasionado tú, yo enternecida,
Quedaste vencedor en esas luchas
Tan dulces en la aurora de la vida.

»¡Cuántas promesas, cuántos devaneos!
el grande amor con el desdén se paga:
Toda llama que avivan los deseos
pronto encuentra la nieve que la apaga.

»Te quisiera culpar y no me atrevo,
Es, después de gozar, justo el hastío;
Yo que soy un cadáver que me muevo,
Del amor de mi madre desconfío.

»Me engañaste y no te hago ni un reproche,
Era tu voluntad y fue mi anhelo;
Reza, dice mi madre, en cada noche;
Y tengo miedo de invocar al cielo.

»Pronto voy a morir; esa es mi suerte;
¿Quién se opone a las leyes del destino?
Aunque es camino oscuro el de la muerte,
¿Quién no llega a cruzar ese camino?

»En él te encontraré; todo derrumba
El tiempo, y tú caerás bajo su peso;
Tengo que devolverte en ultratumba
Todo el mal que me diste con un beso.

»Mostrar a Dios podremos nuestra historia
En aquella región quizá sombría.
¿Mañana he de vivir en tu memoria...?
Adiós... adiós... hasta el terrible día».

Leí estas líneas y en eterna ausencia
Esa cita fatal vivo esperando...
Y sintiendo la noche en mi conciencia,
Guardé la carta y me quedé llorando.
En la isla en que detiene su esquife el argonauta
del inmortal Ensueño, donde la eterna pauta
de las eternas liras se escucha -isla de oro
en que el tritón elige su caracol sonoro
y la sirena blanca va a ver el sol- un día
se oye el tropel vibrante de fuerza y de harmonía.

Son los Centauros. Cubren la llanura. Les siente
la montaña. De lejos, forman són de torrente
que cae; su galope al aire que reposa
despierta, y estremece la hoja del laurel-rosa.

Son los Centauros. Unos enormes, rudos; otros
alegres y saltantes como jóvenes potros;
unos con largas barbas como los padres-ríos;
otros imberbes, ágiles y de piafantes bríos,
y robustos músculos, brazos y lomos aptos
para portar las ninfas rosadas en los raptos.

Van en galope rítmico, Junto a un fresco boscaje,
frente al gran Océano, se paran. El paisaje
recibe de la urna matinal luz sagrada
que el vasto azul suaviza con límpida mirada.
Y oyen seres terrestres y habitantes marinos
la voz de los crinados cuadrúpedos divinos.
 
Calladas las bocinas a los tritones gratas,
calladas las sirenas de labios escarlatas,
los carrillos de Eolo desinflados, digamos
junto al laurel ilustre de florecidos ramos
la gloria inmarcesible de las Musas hermosas
y el triunfo del terrible misterio de las cosas.
He aquí que renacen los lauros milenarios;
vuelven a dar su lumbre los viejos lampadarios;
y anímase en mi cuerpo de Centauro inmortal
la sangre del celeste caballo paternal.
 
Arquero luminoso, desde el Zodíaco llegas;
aun presas en las crines tienes abejas griegas;
aun del dardo herakleo muestras la roja herida
por do salir no pudo la esencia de tu vida.
¡Padre y Maestro excelso! Eres la fuente sana
de la verdad que busca la triste raza humana:
aun Esculapio sigue la vena de tu ciencia;
siempre el veloz Aquiles sustenta su existencia
con el manjar salvaje que le ofreciste un día,
y Herakles, descuidando su maza, en la harmonía
de los astros, se eleva bajo el cielo nocturno...
 
La ciencia es flor del tiempo: mi padre fue Saturno.
 
Himnos a la sagrada Naturaleza; al vientre
de la tierra y al germen que entre las rocas y entre
las carnes de los árboles, y dentro humana forma,
es un mismo secreto y es una misma norma,
potente y sutilísimo, universal resumen
de la suprema fuerza, de la virtud del Numen.
 
¡Himnos! Las cosas tienen un ser vital; las cosas
tienen raros aspectos, miradas misteriosas;
toda forma es un gesto, una cifra, un enigma;
en cada átomo existe un incógnito estigma;
cada hoja de cada árbol canta un propio cantar
y hay un alma en cada una de las gotas del mar;
el vate, el sacerdote, suele oír el acento
desconocido; a veces enuncia el vago viento
un misterio; y revela una inicial la espuma
o la flor; y se escuchan palabras de la bruma;
y el hombre favorito del Numen, en la linfa
o la ráfaga encuentra mentor -demonio o ninfa.
 
El biforme ixionida comprende de la altura,
por la materna gracia, la lumbre que fulgura,
la nube que se anima de luz y que decora
el pavimento en donde rige su carro Aurora,
y la banda de Iris que tiene siete rayos
cual la lira en sus brazos siete cuerdas, los mayos
en la fragante tierra llenos de ramos bellos,
y el Polo coronado de cándidos cabellos.
El ixionida pasa veloz por la montaña
rompiendo con el pecho de la maleza huraña
los erizados brazos, las cárceles hostiles;
escuchan sus orejas los ecos más sutiles:
sus ojos atraviesan las intrincadas hojas
mientras sus manos toman para sus bocas rojas
las frescas bayas altas que el sátiro codicia;
junto a la oculta fuente su mirada acaricia
las curvas de las ninfas del séquito de Diana;
pues en su cuerpo corre también la esencia humana
unida a la corriente de la savia divina
y a la salvaje sangre que hay en la bestia equina.
Tal el hijo robusto de Ixión y de la Nube.
 
Sus cuatro patas bajan; su testa erguida sube.
 
Yo comprendo el secreto de la bestia. Malignos
seres hay y benignos. Entre ellos se hacen signos
de bien y mal, de odio o de amor, o de pena
o gozo: el cuervo es malo y la torcaz es buena.
 
Ni es la torcaz benigna, ni es el cuervo protervo:
son formas del Enigma la paloma y el cuervo.
 
El Enigma es el soplo que hace cantar la lira.
 
¡El Enigma es el rostro fatal de Deyanira!
MI espalda aun guarda el dulce perfume de la bella;
aun mis pupilas llaman su claridad de estrella.
¡Oh aroma de su ****! ¡O rosas y alabastros!
¡Oh envidia de las flores y celos de los astros!
 
Cuando del sacro abuelo la sangre luminosa
con la marina espuma formara nieve y rosa,
hecha de rosa y nieve nació la Anadiomena.
Al cielo alzó los brazos la lírica sirena,
los curvos hipocampos sobre las verdes ondas
levaron los hocicos; y caderas redondas,
tritónicas melenas y dorsos de delfines
junto a la Reina nueva se vieron. Los confines
del mar llenó el grandioso clamor; el universo
sintió que un nombre harmónico sonoro como un verso
llenaba el hondo hueco de la altura; ese nombre
hizo gemir la tierra de amor: fue para el hombre
más alto que el de Jove; y los númenes mismos
lo oyeron asombrados; los lóbregos abismos
tuvieron una gracia de luz. ¡VENUS impera!
Ella es entre las reinas celestes la primera,
pues es quien tiene el fuerte poder de la Hermosura.
¡Vaso de miel y mirra brotó de la amargura!
Ella es la más gallarda de las emperatrices;
princesa de los gérmenes, reina de las matrices,
señora de las savias y de las atracciones,
señora de los besos y de los corazones.
 
¡No olvidaré los ojos radiantes de Hipodamia!
 
Yo sé de la hembra humana la original infamia.
Venus anima artera sus máquinas fatales;
tras sus radiantes ojos ríen traidores males;
de su floral perfume se exhala sutil daño;
su cráneo obscuro alberga bestialidad y engaño.
Tiene las formas puras del ánfora, y la risa
del agua que la brisa riza y el sol irisa;
mas la ponzoña ingénita su máscara pregona:
mejores son el águila, la yegua y la leona.
De su húmeda impureza brota el calor que enerva
los mismos sacros dones de la imperial Minerva;
y entre sus duros pechos, lirios del Aqueronte,
hay un olor que llena la barca de Caronte.
 
Como una miel celeste hay en su lengua fina;
su piel de flor aun húmeda está de agua marina.
Yo he visto de Hipodamia la faz encantadora,
la cabellera espesa, la pierna vencedora;
ella de la hembra humana fuera ejemplar augusto;
ante su rostro olímpico no habría rostro adusto;
las Gracias junto a ella quedarían confusas,
y las ligeras Horas y las sublimes Musas
por ella detuvieran sus giros y su canto.
 
Ella la causa fuera de inenarrable espanto:
por ella el ixionida dobló su cuello fuerte.
La hembra humana es hermana del Dolor y la Muerte.
 
Por suma ley un día llegará el himeneo
que el soñador aguarda: Cenis será Ceneo;
claro será el origen del femenino arcano:
la Esfinge tal secreto dirá a su soberano.
 
Naturaleza tiende sus brazos y sus pechos
a los humanos seres; la clave de los hechos
conócela el vidente; Homero con su báculo,
en su gruta Deifobe, la lengua del Oráculo.
 
El monstruo expresa un ansia del corazón del Orbe,
en el Centauro el bruto la vida humana absorbe,
el sátiro es la selva sagrada y la lujuria,
une sexuales ímpetus a la harmoniosa furia.
Pan junta la soberbia de la montaña agreste
al ritmo de la inmensa mecánica celeste;
la boca melodiosa que atrae en Sirenusa
es de la fiera alada y es de la suave musa;
con la bicorne bestia Pasifae se ayunta,
Naturaleza sabia formas diversas junta,
y cuando tiende al hombre la gran Naturaleza,
el monstruo, siendo el símbolo, se viste de belleza.
 
Yo amo lo inanimado que amó el divino Hesiodo.
 
Grineo, sobre el mundo tiene un ánima todo.
 
He visto, entonces, raros ojos fijos en mí:
los vivos ojos rojos del alma del rubí;
los ojos luminosos del alma del topacio
y los de la esmeralda que del azul espacio
la maravilla imitan; los ojos de las gemas
de brillos peregrinos y mágicos emblemas.
Amo el granito duro que el arquitecto labra
y el mármol en que duermen la línea y la palabra...
 
A Deucalión y a Pirra, varones y mujeres
las piedras aun intactas dijeron: "¿Qué nos quieres?"
 
Yo he visto los lemures florar, en los nocturnos
instantes, cuando escuchan los bosques taciturnos
el loco grito de Atis que su dolor revela
o la maravillosa canción de Filomela.
El galope apresuro, si en el boscaje miro
manes que pasan, y oigo su fúnebre suspiro.
Pues de la Muerte el hondo, desconocido Imperio,
guarda el pavor sagrado de su fatal misterio.
 
La Muerte es de la Vida la inseparable hermana.
 
La Muerte es la victoria de la progenie humana.
 
¡La Muerte! Yo la he visto. No es demacrada y mustia
ni ase corva guadaña, ni tiene faz de angustia.
Es semejante a Diana, casta y virgen como ella;
en su rostro hay la gracia de la núbil doncella
y lleva una guirnalda de rosas siderales.
En su siniestra tiene verdes palmas triunfales,
y en su diestra una copa con agua del olvido.
A sus pies, como un perro, yace un amor dormido.
 
Los mismos dioses buscan la dulce paz que vierte.
 
La pena de los dioses es no alcanzar la Muerte.
 
Si el hombre -Prometeo- pudo robar la vida,
la clave de la muerte serále concedida.
 
La virgen de las vírgenes es inviolable y pura.
Nadie su casto cuerpo tendrá en la alcoba obscura,
ni beberá en sus labios el grito de la victoria,
ni arrancará a su frente las rosas de su gloria...
 
Mas he aquí que Apolo se acerca al meridiano.
Sus truenos prolongados repite el Oceano.
Bajo el dorado carro del reluciente Apolo
vuelve a inflar sus carrillos y sus odres Eolo.
A lo lejos, un templo de mármol se divisa
entre laureles-rosa que hace cantar la brisa.
Con sus vibrantes notas de Céfiro desgarra
la veste transparente la helénica cigarra,
y por el llano extenso van en tropel sonoro
los Centauros, y al paso, tiembla la Isla de Oro.
rachel Feb 2017
oh
good intentions,
good intentions

on being too much and not enough:
love me like you need me;
like my arms are home
not embers

for I’ve
growing pains, but in my
chest
and a map of you on the back of my knees.

the danger of vulnerability
my love, our love,
a parody of true love,
a marionette propped up by pleasantries and
obscura.

the tender fingers of moonlight caressing the hills, the skyline
in the nighttime as we traverse;
silky tendrils of hope and the mysterious promise of midnight,
stars blooming across space -
this is
our anhedonia

and with you I taste god;
impossible to get to know the
crevices of you and not
pour myself into them,
consume them.

play my heart strings like an
instrument,
guttural.
make me scream.

I was a wonder girl but not a
forever girl
much too much to
press under your thumb.

find someone more wholesome and
crackle-of-our-fireplace.
oh good intentions
good intentions
say goodbye.
r.m.
Una selva suntuosa
en el azul celeste su rudo perfil calca.
Un camino. La tierra es de color de rosa,
cual la que pinta fra Doménico Cavalca
en sus Vidas de santos. Se ven extrañas flores
de la flora gloriosa de los cuentos azules,
y entre las ramas encantadas, papemores
cuyo canto extasiara de amor a los bulbules.
(Papemor: ave rara; Bulbules: ruiseñores.)Mi alma frágil se asoma a la ventana obscura
de la torre terrible en que ha treinta años sueña.
La gentil Primavera primavera le augura.
La vida le sonríe rosada y halagüeña.
Y ella exclama: «¡Oh fragante día! ¡Oh sublime día! 
Se diría que el mundo está en flor; se diría
que el corazón sagrado de la tierra se mueve
con un ritmo de dicha; luz brota, gracia llueve.
¡Yo soy la prisionera que sonríe y que canta!»
Y las manos liliales agita, como infanta
real en los balcones del palacio paterno.¿Qué són se escucha, són lejano, vago y tierno?
Por el lado derecho del camino adelanta
el paso leve una adorable teoría
virginal. Siete blancas doncellas, semejantes
a siete blancas rosas de gracia y de harmonía
que el alba constelara de perlas y diamantes.
¡Alabastros celestes habitados por astros:
Dios se refleja en esos dulces alabastros!
Sus vestes son tejidos del lino de la luna.
Van descalzas. Se mira que posan el pie breve
sobre el rosado suelo, como una flor de nieve.
Y los cuellos se inclinan, imperiales, en una
manera que lo excelso pregona de su origen.
Como al compás de un verso su suave paso rigen.
Tal el divino Sandro dejara en sus figuras
esos graciosos gestos en esas líneas puras.
Como a un velado són de liras y laúdes,
divinamente blancas y castas pasan esas
siete bellas princesas. Y esas bellas princesas
son las siete Virtudes.Al lado izquierdo del camino y paralela-
mente, siete mancebos -oro, seda, escarlata,
armas ricas de Oriente- hermosos, parecidos
a los satanes verlenianos de Ecbatana,
vienen también. Sus labios sensuales y encendidos,
de efebos criminales, son cual rosas sangrientas;
sus puñales, de piedras preciosas revestidos
-ojos de víboras de luces fascinantes-,
al cinto penden; arden las púrpuras violentas
en los jubones; ciñen las cabezas triunfantes
oro y rosas; sus ojos, ya lánguidos, ya ardientes,
son dos carbunclos mágicos del fulgor sibilino,
y en sus manos de ambiguos príncipes decadentes
relucen como gemas las uñas de oro fino.
Bellamente infernales,
llenan el aire de hechiceros veneficios
esos siete mancebos. Y son los siete vicios,
los siete poderosos pecados capitales.Y los siete mancebos a las siete doncellas
lanzan vivas miradas de amor. Las Tentaciones.
De sus liras melifluas arrancan vagos sones.
Las princesas prosiguen, adorables visiones
en su blancura de palomas y de estrellas.Unos y otras se pierden por la vía de rosa,
y el alma mía queda pensativa a su paso.
-¡Oh! ¿Qué hay en ti, alma mía?
¡Oh! ¿Qué hay en ti, mi pobre infanta misteriosa?
¿Acaso piensas en la blanca teoría?
¿Acaso
los brillantes mancebos te atraen, mariposa?Ella no me responde.
Pensativa se aleja de la obscura ventana
-pensativa y risueña,
de la Bella-durmiente-del-bosque tierna hermana-,
y se adormece en donde
hace treinta años sueña.Y en sueño dice: «¡Oh dulces delicias de los cielos!
¡Oh tierra sonrosada que acarició mis ojos!
-¡Princesas, envolvedme con vuestros blancos velos!
-¡Príncipes, estrechadme con vuestros brazos rojos!»
Hermosa como la estrella
De la alborada de mayo
Fue en Méjico hará dos siglos
Doña Ana María de Castro.

Ninguna logró excederle
En la elegancia y el garbo
Ni en los muchos atractivos
De su afable y fino trato.

Sus maneras insinuantes,
Su genio jovial y franco,
Su lenguaje clara muestra
De su instrucción y su rango:

Su talle esbelto y flexible,
Sus ojos como dos astros
Y las riquísimas joyas,
Con que esmaltó sus encantos.

La hicieron en todo tiempo
La más bella en el teatro,
La mejor por sus hechizos,
La primera en los aplausos.

Los atronadores vivas,
Los gritos del entusiasmo
Siempre oyó, noche por noche,
Al pisar el escenario.

En canciones, en comedias,
En sacramentales autos,
Ninguna le excedió en gracia,
Ni le disputó los lauros.

Doña Ana entre bastidores
Era de orgullo tan alto,
Que a todos sus compañeros
Trató como a sus lacayos.

Las maliciosas hablillas,
Los terribles comentarios,
Los epigramas agudos
Y los rumores más falsos,

Siempre tuvieron origen
Según el vulgo, en su cuarto,
Centro fijo en cada noche
De los jóvenes más guapos.

Allí en torno de una mesa
Se charlaba sin descanso,
Sin escrúpulos ni coto
De lo bueno y de lo malo.

Si la gazmoña chicuela
Del marqués, ama a Fulano,
Y si éste le guiña el ojo
Escondido en algún palco;

Si la esposa de un marino
Mira con afán extraño
Al alabardero Azunza
Que de algún noble está al lado;

Si el Virrey fijó sus ojos
Con interés en el patio,
Como en busca de un amigo
Que subiera a acompañarlo,

Sobre el último alboroto
De tal calle y de tal barrio
Con alguaciles, corchetes
Mujerzuelas y soldados

La actriz, risueña y festiva
Oyendo tales relatos,
A todos daba respuestas
Como experta en cada caso.

Algunos por conquistarse
Su pasión más que su agrado,
Sin lograr sus esperanzas
Grandes sumas se gastaron;

Otros con menos fortuna
Sólo anhelaban su trato
Viviendo como satélites
En derredor de aquel astro.

Ana, radiante de gloria,
Miraba con desenfado
A los opulentos nobles
Que eclipsara con su encanto.

Y en la sociedad más alta
Censuraban su descaro
Creyéndola una perdida,
Foco de vicios y escándalos.

Mas no hay crónica que ponga
Tan duros juicios en claro,
Ni nos diga que a ninguno
Se rindió por los regalos.

Ella protegió conquistas
De sus amigos más francos,
Y quizá empujó al abismo
A los galanes incautos.

Astuta e inteligente
Guardó en su amor tal recato
Que tan valioso secreto
No han descubierto los años.

Se habla de un Virrey
Que estuvo de doña Ana enamorado,
Mas la historia no lo afirma
Ni puedo yo asegurarlo.

Mujer hermosa y ardiente,
De genio y en el teatro,
Por la calumnia y la envidia
Tuvo medidos sus pasos.
Por sabias disposiciones
Dictadas con gran acierto
Las actrices habitaban
Muy cerca del coliseo.

Este se alzó por entonces
Entre el callejón estrecho
Que del Espíritu Santo
Llamamos en nuestro tiempo,

Y la calle de la Acequia,
En los solares extensos
Que hoy las gentes denominan
Calle del Coliseo Viejo.

Y cerca, en vecina calle,
Que por tener un colegio
Destinado a las doncellas
«De las niñas» llama el pueblo,

Las artistas del teatro
Buscaron sus aposentos,
Y de las Damas llamóse
A tal motivo aludiendo.

Una noche gran tumulto
Turbó del barrio el sosiego,
A los más graves vecinos
Levantando de sus lechos;

Los jóvenes elegantes
Formando corrillo inmenso,
Seguidos de gente alegre
Y poco amiga del sueño,

A la puerta de una casa
Su carrera detuvieron
Acompañando sus trovas
Con sonoros instrumentos

-«Serenata a la de Castro»,
Dijo al mirarlos un viejo.
-¿Y por qué así la celebran?
Preguntó un mozo indiscreto.

-¡Cómo por qué! dijo alguno;
El Virrey loco se ha vuelto
Y prendado de la dama
Ordena tales festejos.

-¿El Virrey?-Así lo dicen.
-¡El Virrey! -Ni más ni menos;
Y allí cantan edecanes,
Corchetes y alabarderos.
-¿Será posible ?
-Miradlos...
-¡Qué locuras!
-Y ¡qué tiempos!
-Los oidores están sordos.
-Al menos están durmiendo.
-¡Turbar en tan altas horas
La soledad y el silencio!
¡Y alarmar a los que viven
Con recato en los conventos!

-¡Y por una mujerzuela!
-¡Una farsanta que ha puesto,
Como a Job, a tantos ricos
Que están limosna pidiendo!

-¿Y la Inquisición? -Se calla.
-¿Y la mitra? -¿Y el Gobierno?
-Doña Ana domina a todos
Con su horrible desenfreno.

-¿Y es hermosa? -Cual ninguna.
-¿Joven? -¡Y de gran talento!
-Y con dos ojos que vierten
Las llamas del mismo infierno.

-Con razón con sus hechizos
Vuelve locos a los viejos.
-El Virrey no es un anciano.
-Ni tampoco un arrapiezo.

-Pero escuchad lo que dicen
Cantando esos bullangueros.
-Es el descaro más grande
Tal cosa decir en verso.

Y al compás de la guitarra
Vibraba claro el acento
De un doncel que así decía
En obscura capa envuelto:

-«¡Sal a tu balcón, señora,
Que por mirarte me muero,
Piensa en que por ver tus gracias
El trono y la corte dejo».

-Más claro no canta un gallo.
-Y todos lo estáis oyendo.
El Virrey deja su trono
Por buscar a la... ¡Silencio!

-¡Cómo está la Nueva España!
-¡Pobre colonia! -Me atrevo
A decir que no se ha visto
Cosa igual en todo el reino.

Y los del corro cantaban,
Y al fin todos aplaudieron
Al mirar que la de Castro
A su balcón salió luego.

-«¡Vivan la luz y la gracia,
La sandunga y el salero!»
-«Ya asomó el sol en oriente».
-«¡Ya el alba tiñó los cielos!»

Y doña Ana agradecida
Buscando a todos un premio,
Llevó la mano a los labios
Y al grupo le arrojó un beso.

Creció el escándalo entonces
Rayó en locura el contento
Y volaron por los aires
Las capas y los sombreros,

Cerró su balcón la dama,
Apagáronse los ecos,
Dispersáronse las gentes
Y todo quedó en silencio
Con grande asombro se supo,
Trascurridas dos semanas
Desde aquella escandalosa
Aunque alegre serenata,

Que las glorias de la escena,
Los laureles de la fama,
El brillo y los oropeles
De la carrera dramática,

Por inexplicable cambio,
Por repentina mudanza,
Sin reserva y sin esfuerzo
Todo dejaba doña Ana.

Y alguno de los que saben
Cuanto en los hogares pasa
Y que exploran con cautela
Los secretos de las almas,

Dijo a todos los amigos
De artista tan celebrada
Que un sermón del Viernes Santo
Era de todo la causa.

El padre Matías Conchoso,
Cuya elocuente palabra
Los más duros corazones
Convirtiera en cera blanda,

Al ver entre su auditorio
A tan arrogante dama
Atrayéndose en el templo
De los hombres las miradas,

Habló de lo falso y breves
Que son las glorias mundanas;
De los mortales pecados
De los que viven en farsas;

De los escándalos graves
Que a la sociedad alarma
Cuando una actriz sin recato
Incautos pechos inflama;

Y con tan vivos colores
Pintó la muerte y sus ansias
Y al infierno perdurable
Que al pecador se prepara;

Que la de Castro, temblando,
Cayó al punto desmayada
Con el hechicero rostro
Bañado en ardientes lágrimas.

Sacáronla de aquel templo,
Condujéronla a su casa,
Y temiendo que muriera
Fueron a sacramentarla.

Cuando cesaron sus males,
Y estuvo en su juicio y sana,
En señal de penitencia
Resolvió dejar las tablas;

Y vendió trajes y joyas;
Y las sumas que dejaran
Se las entregó a la Iglesia
De su nuevo voto en aras.

Entró después de novicia
Y su conducta sin mancha
Y su piedad y su empeño
Por vivir estando en gracia,

Abreviaron sus afanes,
La dieron consuelo y calma
Y tomó el hábito y nunca
El mundo volvió a mirarla.

Fueron tales sus virtudes
Y sus hechos de enclaustrada,
Que cuentan los que lo saben
Que murió en olor de santa.

Por muchos años miróse
La celda pequeña y blanca
Que ocupó en Regina Coeli
La memorable doña Ana.

Y aun se conservan los muros
De la antigua estrecha casa
En que vivió aquella artista
En la «Calle de las Damas».

Pasó, dejando animosa
Riqueza, aplausos y fama,
Del escenario a la celda
¡Por la salvación del alma!
Marco Raimondi Jun 2017
Narrador:
O sol, fadando aos seus desmaios,
Em falta de luz aureolava
A face natura com seus distantes raios;
A areia qual aos clarões brilhava,
Neste sol d'agora dorme junto às figueiras
Às terras, aos vales, às distantes matas altaneiras

Gaia, que nas folhas de carvalho
Rompe a escuridão do céu vultuoso
E jorra em seu corpo as águas d'orvalho
Cobre-se, nas horas, d'um véu moroso;
Quando olham ao zênite, estrelas podem ver
Como áureo tesouro a na escuridão se irromper

Por este turvo azul sidéreo,
Entre as florestas tem-se o canto,
E dos troncos retorcidos, um mistério
Cuja noite predomina em seu encanto,
Cobrindo as nuvens do olhar,
Com seu etéreo resplendor lunar

Divagam as almas que dormem
E divagam as que repousam, sob o sentir de fantasia
As mais atormentadas, que de sonhos envolvem,
Veem nos vastos pesadelos dores de uma visão sombria;
Se em prantos, quando dormem, não podem culminar
Vezes quebram, em gritos e desatino, um longo calar

Destes prantos, cujas lágrimas caem nas profundezas
Ressoam em uma perdição do infinito
Entoando pérolas e cânticos desta proeza
Que é constituir, no espírito, o próprio mito;
Tudo não mais cintila, Gaia se cobre,
Os olhos da matéria se fecham após tanto obre

Enfim, fez-se da natureza uma realidade escrava
Na qual os dias, tão somente o tempo envenena
Mas Gaia, quando os serenos campos lava
A realidade, a mudança é ela quem condena,
À miséria dos povos, as glórias, a graça
Tudo é ao tempo, que a natureza trespassa

O lar dos sentires se silencia sob aurora
Todos desprezos, amores e outros enganos
Agrados, estupores, inclemências de outrora
Contiguamente extinguem-se, ao eclipsar dos raios meridianos
O som enleia as serranias noturnas
Sussurrando longínqua a madrugada soturna

É a glória do Destino! Ânsia abissal e dolorida,
Aprisionando a natureza em seu prazer de ilusão
Subitamente, em brumas, um estirpe que é vida
Das lembranças renovadas, canções d'uma visão
Logo o sol nascerá em amplitude
E clarear-se-á o dia em suas virtudes

Idália, a vaguear nos cúmulos imaginários
Vê as estrelas em umedecidos rochedos
A ecoarem devaneios visionários
As névoas quais, do delírio, são divinos segredos,
Empíreo enigma, perpetua-se em infinita imensidade,
Que há de trovejar os pensamentos na obscura eternidade
rachel Feb 2017
seven wonders: the phenomena of the human condition in seven parts

1. the broken heart
the “humpty dumpty” syndrome, where you couldn’t be put back together again
the replaying your last words until I *****;
the part where I was drunk on your lips
and now I’m just drunk.
the part where you pretend this pain isn’t tangible,
that you can’t die from the break; from the flowers growing in your lungs
2. lost
a child, wayward
a blank space and the search for gravity, stability-
it’s the theme of your nightmares,
the thud thud of a tiny, panicked heart.
but, you don’t know the real definition of lost
until you’re a nomad in your own cranium
3. loss



4. disaster
nature obscura;
picasso reimagined.
the breeze pushes the seat of a swing set,
and in that moment nothing aches more than the way that swing misses children,
or how the ground yearns for feet.
chernobyl: a mass eviction
5. war
desolation; annihilation. this is what we’ve become.
I don’t believe in god (maybe nobody does), and
in this game of chance, a tango on a tripwire
there is no space for a deity;
telling ourselves that fighting for your country is a salvation
as we try to justify holocaust
6. ignorance
as the sunrise sets the clouds on fire
you try to reject the possibility that not all is good
it’s a comfort;
it’s bliss;
it’s your coffin and your funeral
7. death
better to burn out than fade away
a spray of stars, smouldering ash
we all have to go one day.
old but gold (01/2016)
INFINITEabyss Jan 2016
You wrote to tell me youve been thinking about me lately
Since the star wars movie came out
Long gone memories of Me draped in my black darth vader t shirt   *** in flashes
You said youre happy but wander if I think of you.        


after us I played james by camera obscura 10 times a day till your name didnt leave me breathless and broken all over again    
Some things dont mend
and I now understand why you're so scared of growing old  
And I understand why youd leave posted notes all around my house
inside jokes
Found
Are hard to forget
I get it
That You could love her and him and them and they and still love me
So ill play that song one last time
                 it doesn't hurt
mike Oct 2015
shot in the head
by a camera
brains
everywhere.
Yo canto al cielo porque mis linfas ignoradas
hacen que fructifiquen las savias; las llanadas,
los sotos y las lomas por mí tienen frescura.
Nadie me mira, nadie; más mi corriente obscura
se regocija luego que viene primavera,
porque si dentro hay sombras, hay muchos tallos fuera.

Los gérmenes conocen mi beso cuando anidan
Bajo la tierra, y luego que son flores me olvidan.
Lejos de sus raíces las corolas felices
no se acuerdan del agua que regó sus raíces...
¡Qué importa! Yo alabanzas digo a Dios con voz suave.
La flor no sabe nada, ¡pero el Señor sí sabe!

Yo canto a Dios corriendo por mi ignoto sendero,
dichosa de antemano; porqué seré venero
ante la vara mágica de Moisés; porque un día
vendrán las caravanas hacia la linfa mía;
porque mis aguas dulces, mientras que la sed matan,
el rostro beatífico del sediento retratan
sobre el fondo del cielo que los cristales yerra;
porque copiando el cielo lo traslado a la tierra,
y así el creyente triste, que el él su dicha fragua,
bebe, al beberme, el cielo que palpita en mi agua,
y como en ese cielo brillan estrellas bellas,
el hombre que me bebe comulga con estrellas.

Yo alabo al Señor bueno porque, con la infinita
pedrería que encuentro de fuegos policromos,
forjó en las misteriosas grutas la estalactita,
pórtico del alcázar de ensueño de los gnomos;
porque en oculto seno de la caverna umbría
doy de beber al monstruo que tiene miedo al día.
¡Qué importa que mi vida bajo la tierra acabe!
Los hombres no lo saben, pero Dios si lo sabe.

Así me dijo el Agua que discurre por los
antros, y yo: -¡Agua hermana, bendigamos a Dios!
Erin Suurkoivu Nov 2019
I hardly journey there anymore.

Those ruins are far and distant,
Far and distant, and black and grey.
Relics are moon rocks in the frozen landscape.

The grand façade of the pantheon has
Crumbled into sand. I could crush it all into
Dust beneath my heel.

The mind itself is an eye, a camera obscura,
Lit not by the moon—
That old pinged marble—

Over whose surface I skim in my tiny submarine.
The lunar scene fills my vision,
Film noir.

I spy the cold garden. In the heart of it
Gleams the litter of my chicken bones.
My cowardice the wicked reminder,

Consequence of the role I performed
For the impassive audience. I underwent
A sea change in the theatre of their minds.

On some other plane
Holy voyeurs peer through spyglass,
Seeking to undress the celestial paramour.

Such delicious vacancy—
**** statue in an arena of eyes,
Gristle picked clean by vultures.

The air is ****** dry. Cold stars
Abound in the black sky.
Smeared ink the lingering impression,

Smudged thumbprint.

— The End —