Sentient twas breeze on nights chilled whispers,
In the magic of moon and darkness,
A slip of silver cast her wing tips,

I watched told by those, whom lay with stars,
Athena billows near perching oak and tree,
Harbinger of spring hungry yet not starved,

Deceive thee, ah tis bane silent thoughts to hear,
Into the darkness of souls inspiration dances near,
Teach I shall be done by voice fire and silent air,

Listening to subtleties, I carry the hidden,
Many see my repose,
Malevolent mine eyes I can tear,

Standing near thy window I Athena
── Am owl peering near


© ASPAR (Arnay Rumens)  2014

My heathen greeting for I am old now

Wildfowl whispered on marshland like maidens around burning fires,
The Norse winds breathing in my soul ‘Odin doth call’
Blood is the sweat of this iron sword; proud are war smiths
I watch the coal biter musing in blood damp earth,
Before a fire and smoke of tallow he dreams of war

Fill these horns to brim, for I shall drink to Odin’s law
And eat I this meal of bread oyster and mussel shell
I see heavens stained blood red clouds as we cross the rainbow crystal bridge,  we shall enter Valhalla victorious once more,

Lo shall they bleed at shores blooded by iron the Saxons fall,
Raged fires shall consume their roof as thunder of north comes forth
You call us ****** that which pierces dark shadows,
We blow our horn in assembly before Odin warriors of the north

Settings suns shone red as quiet falls, serene I see Valhalla
the goat and mead hall, roasting beef and herring
I no longer fear drowning suns for the Valkyries sweet song I do hear
Freyja shall breathe my new reign at dawn  

The old wars are over but our fight shall ne’er end,

─ Lo I see my father


ASPAR (Arnay Rumens)  © 2013

Moon drops splayed themselves
as though crystal blankets on summers ethereal stream,
Violet memories traced her deep obsidian eyes
How she beseeched Lethe’s empty flow

Night stars dreamed of patchouli perfumed rhymes
Ebon blooms dance with dulcet tones,
And fireflies whimsically danced to tune
Unspent words whispered from bottles of hope stored,

Hypnotized by sweet bees, her heart swept laden fruit groves
─ As hunger ate her soul

Eucalyptus his breath against a smoked filled dawn
A wood fire burned and hands clasped content
Tender his silk fingers traced blush her lips,
Consecrated by night she devoured poetic blooms

Of gold the cauldron blazed how yellow the young flame
One drop be lemon acid boiled black she sang,
Tasting dreams on smoke tarnished in polished prose,
How she bayed to moon’s blueberry gaze and bled geranium red,
By his voice herbs and stones weep and she forgets

─ she forgets, only the night moon bleeds

© Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet

Is life a story, is life magick dreaming to love?

I gazed up. “Standing below the elephantine magnolia,
the ground still bore Tuscany ochre from autumns last kiss.”
My eyes solivagant orbs fed on spring’s dews in mourning
──jewellery clinging opulently to her naked form.
Dawn chilled the breeze caressing her body as abscission
demanded she undressed her emerald gown of leaves.
Magenta and cream blooms sprang “loudly” seducing
─ blushing mauve crowned centres,
a population of endless figurines perched motionless on aching
naked branches.
Solomon’s seal burned white within me drunk impending suns arrows, opulent words of silver Verbus diablio kissed in a cauldron
of Magnolia words, a banquet for mortals that seek loves gold.

A lone spider echoed silence bearing the sigil of Jupiter’s
vermillion and white spun striations luffing on the breeze
warming. “Magnolia dressed the day ardent in perfumed
── glorious plumes that each set sail across waking skies.”
Ablaze I am luscious dreams wrapped in sweet nectar,
travelling limbic memories breathing deeply, held captive,
wanton within her labyrinths of silk caresses, petals whispering,
sweet love as she engulfs my last resolve.

In raptures white velvet gown my hem sweeps over gold russet
and brittle autumns words forged in winters need for warmth──mind leaves crunching beneath life’s changing seasons,
stitched I cling enamoured to mortal honeymoon summered fields.
I am the female of sapphire tears twisting, glittering melting ice shards, bequeathed of pained black stars travelled on passionate magick fires, breathed on melodious Roma nights.

Rested among the branches a mantel crucified- drunk once more,
a bloom held silent in time weeping, exploding fragrant in a coloured soul, a luffing flower creature to life──crowned

──to sun hope thorns.

©ASPAR (A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens)

It is implied imagination lives in memory,
for I have lived immortal in his memory!

Dying sunlight painted translucent gold varnish
over tree branches, and leaves wept in cinder
as sunlight pierced their flesh  
Sentient, solemn willows swayed in wind prayers,
Deep into her mind forest pagan temples rang
as though treasures hailed immortal proclamations
upon night
  
The fine chiffon billowed, a mere lambrequin
caressing her milky thighs ── the window ajar.  
Blue and white flowers in knots strewn along vines,
appeared violated, twisted valentine creatures,
lost in belief on Lupercalia dreams, blaring
into the impending night, screaming hungry ──
blooms awaiting their opening to moon promises of
fertile love

The old clock past that sings in tick of dying time ── her
mind a bush of stinging nettles,
a reminder to pain and wet in flesh.
Once married to magical inducements to deaths promise,
Pleasures that once sang from his lips,
"The song of sunsets elixir”,
An unparalleled potency to release mortal time

‘Awake in Malarian dreaming immortal ── writhing
in fragrant silent purple hazes of love that vanishes.
She waited across violet poppies and crimson bride orchids
on mortal memories.  
“I can taste you” came from her full lips,
finely cracked with need,
In the parlour poised, dreaming ardent dreams

The moon glinted off the lake beyond,
invoking querulous images,
Swirling, roaming a prayer in black laughed,
escaping the dead air about him
A battalion of flowers hung in nights trees, opulent
reminiscent to Victorian chandeliers.
His aurelo radiated black from a jewelled crown,
mesmerized she gazed

── He blew quietus, a cold gust of emptiness & neglect,
the candles restless flickering ceased,  
his tines glinting by moon lights silver smile  
His breath bore a spice, and a mild coolness encircled her waist,
arms raised, a kiss he placed to each her wrists
Reverent, passionately he bit consuming, gorging in lust
Her mind danced in sparkled delight,    

Springs first ****** shoots sped across time and,
watercolour smears of emerald splashed
earth in communion, between life and death,
between death and life,  she took her last breath.  

She listened to his shatter, ‘into black shards
his ‘obsidian motion tore into night’
A black fire star stained across amaranthine skies,
touching, delicately bleeding into mortal dreams
in poets and writers
It is said, “Love bites but once in true love”

──Unto death shall we once again meet
immortal “In just one piece, poetry we bite”.





©ASPAR S2018(A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens)

He opened his eyes in a night sky,
Waxed black and fed by dews darkness,
Ebon and incarnadine mists consumed the air,
One hundred ravens in coracinet played

Soft music gliding her pale feet,  
Quivering a flutter she swayed dreaming,
Before his black oak door,
Long his finger enchanted the path,

Fluttering onward in rapture,
The bell rings and rings,
Come dance, dance with thee,
Enchanted ye be

Her naked withering pallid body,  
Of silk and chiffon he enfolded,
Her lips tasting amber and figs ripening,
Coruscating maidens swirled an epitome of dance

Not until she was dark grown repentance,
Renouncing all others,
Only then he shall devour upon her,
A bargain be struck,

Swept away riven by her dreaming plea,
My lady crowned dance with thee,
Beholdeth spelled she be troth,
And the Raven King hungered upon her lips

Forever radiant enchanted black,

── Unto the dance of night, his eternally bound


© Arnay Rumens 2015

But there are some who dream not as others dream,
whose is not as others see.
Gaze through strangers eyes,
such are not what they seem by day,
but rule the world by night.

Carved doors opened in their dreams,
“Welcome lustful ladies, re rasped,
Allow me pleeeese to introduce my immortal garden,
I await your beautiful eyeeees
His handsome hand sweeping for their gaze to follow

The Hadein orchestra played, amberic melodies pierced the air,
****** red skies hung low overhead,
A burning path of crystals afire,
His voice poetic,
Come, come ladies into the dreams on a delicious night path,

─ And so they sleep charmed in dreams

His garden sea emerged as though surging with a slow thick tide,
Hot perfumed metallic air hung as ladies giggled,
Endless jewels of weeping eyes looked to he,
─ Pausing to gaze upon a flower, his smile vulpine
His guests lowered fluttering eyes.

Flowers quivered ***** flesh petals glistened,
beaded with sweet blood sparkles,
At each center a lone mortal eye gazed back,
A sea of stem throats slashed,
forever screaming for his pleasure

Thorn ******* sewn with sinew wept blood,
Endlessly, faithfully dripping returning,
below to the blood wine feeding his garden art
Moaning, they the melodies of hades,
And the night masters sermon begins,

─ “Ladies, beautiful ladies allow me to introduce my immortal garden
Seek you me in your garden of dreams”


© 2016 A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens

I thought you hung the moon in night skies,
Polishing the stars on my skin,
A welkin soul a rose loves rain

In the sacred grove immortal chestnuts scattered at your base,
O rapture of hearts thirsty, lucid you proclaimed nectar redder wines,
Bitter was his blood weeping wine from branches high

Every rose word shed immortal tears, intoxicated I lay upon his soil,
Madness sweet devotion yearned in my bitter blood wine,
O dismay such tears did rain

Seared my flesh naked, stabbed stupid with thorns,
Whitherward I was to vanish once more, a parched rose,
O’er perfumed mounds his children breathe

Talent he mused, mental is the artistic bleeder,
Born in one single nights kiss,
Bitten you swallowed thy stars, his throaty laugh

Drown you clever ***** in amaranthine dreams,
He rode through my soul filled veins,
Repulsed as I sin, umbriferous from loves bright sun

Learn he played, his song be bound in mortal pain,
Live thee without thy rain,
A statue weeps rosy wine,

~ For Judas dances in bleeding rain ~


© Arnay Rumens /A Sol Poet N 2014

It is black always black,
It is black in the light,
Tis void you and I black,
****** deeply void,
Alone in black am I

Shadows creak loomed the darkness,
Eyes bleed crimson slithers,
Mind filled with pungent aromas,
Rotting flesh smells I

Reaching twisting they move of the night,
Corridors screaming, laughing, buzzing,
Feeding, ticking thoughts thinks I
Doors bang and lock clutched temples,
pain stabbing fire,
blood pounds and pours dead are they,
ebony risers of the night

Shush shush sweeping blood slippers slide,
Shush shush sounds the old hag with broom
Pouring bloods,
tis perfumed I smell

Clanging keys black rooms screaming,
iced breath swirls, old cold hand brushes by,
Ever cold is water here electric red I see,
blood red nails screaming blackboards,
Screeching Seething and howling pierced am I

Writhing pain restrained jacket and I,

— Beseech me oh dead in white,

Locked away bathed in blood lonely heart,
Polished broken window moon eyes,

Mortal hell chained to die—




© Arnay Rumens /A Sol Poet 2012

Lovers Cathedral

Sweeping her into his arms, breathing gently they searched into each other’s eyes, locked the light flowed between them, both turning their heads the cathedral opened, the grand forest lay before them

Gazing in silence, willow trees graced the soils as though bowing to king and queen, tall oaks reached up into the stars and unseen truffles perfumed their basis,
Rocks glowed emerald by cascading streams, where fawns of pale red whispered their thirsts, and doe’s liquid brown eyes watched in peaceful sermon

Pathways threaded in pristine white onion and blue bells, and pouring’s of wild milk orchards clustered as golden sun sprang forth, painting endlessly into a picture, their luscious orange centers exploding like solar flares, below green prongs quivered on the light warm breeze as though princesses skirts splaying in curtsy.
Webs hung delicately through the trees and leaves encrusted with tiny suspended emeralds reflected sun rays that cast upon pathways

Around sweet flowers of gold and fuchsia bees played the air with the sound of drums, and fairy folk rowed their soft backs each carrying baskets of shimmering dusts, ants paused in reverence as light clouds of purple cascaded down, then continued on their way.

Ivy touched by sun glow wound lovingly around trunks in lovers endless embrace, and giant silver ferns spread the miles dancing like royal court members, one in front of another lightly touching, young succulent growth centers curled as though bowing listening to celestial music

Fresh sea salt perfumed the air and waves rumbled the forest floor, excited they turned to the distant mountains, pathways fell below scattered with quartz as glittering rainbows of colours awash formed ponds.

And the two lovers whispered in chant;

“We lay behind the star bright sky,
we do not fear pagan of heart are we.
Lore of old we both do share, my love for you,
by day, by night, in thought and in sight,
will my soul lean meaning of this life again,
from our moon lit throats candles high flare,
our dance begins, I meet you there.

Gazing back into each other’s eyes, he stepped forth still embraced their hands fasted, behind the doors closed as they laughed into the cathedral mists

── goodbye they mused

© Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet  2014

His topper reflected prisms,
And hair burned under his moon glance,
How ephemeral was midnight,
Darkness dressing my hair in stars,
His smile the light spill from a broken moon,
A claret glass bursting with blood skies,
His plumage exodus stealth netherworld ,
Trithing shards in flamed heat,
Black salt pastes orinein wounds,
Kirk yard elementals despoil spirits of all hell,
Strix cackle, taunt on nightly transvections,
A viridescent sadness wakes alone.
Saudade no seasons doth befall,
Trapped in concupiscence darkest tale void of intemperance


── Clad in loves spectural crown

Arnay Rumens © 12/ 2014

Welcome to darkness, tis imagination which
reaches the darkest valley  

In the valley of Hades resides I, darkness prevails,
moons and skies of deepest purple,
they are black enveloped in darkness here

Black roses fall above dead skies like obsidian glass,
they smash here into millions of red dancing eyes
Rushing forming the Phlegethon River of blood fires,
Erinys the dead mind, the lost, are all welcome here

Night walkers roam without eyes,
Suffocation is sweet death, no air can you breathe here,
Vrykolakas shift dimensions in night’s payment,
Fresh dead are the souls

Spiders of eight whip, bite and sink deep into eyes,
Scorpion’s sting at rotten limbs, no light shines,
No sun lingers upon flesh,
─ Reserved is your place here ─
Death by imagination, shadows creep and walls scream

Screaming souls run through mind,
Bodies severed and blood fountains rain,
─ Yes it is ******* and dark here ─

Werewolf’s roam, ripping, dripping, devoured bodies,
Feast your eyes upon black mother snakes,
Coiled they crush bones, Venomous fangs sliced flesh,
Hissing the mothers laugh,
Orinein you dead of dismal blackness

Gorge you from this table of cold fleshes; hear flesh screaming
as you open, squirming inside,  cold blood pounds in your head,
Blood runs from your ears, eyes bleeding into blooded wine
The knife before you, as you slice from head to toe,
Laughing there is no escape,
─ For you are dead ─.

She, Hades and Cerberus will hold you here, her walls are portraits,
Withering fleshes, long dead beauties pinned black paper;
ice cold diamonds drip in her gallery,
His gift of black blooded roses fill her chest,

Polished to points her bed sharp coals, purple flames burn evermore….
her throne weaved mothers, eighty eight heads,
before them you are dead,
A miserable dream, no hope as you pass through Adamantine gates,
Black fading submerged into the Lethe, slowly to nothingness,

~Dead are you here ~



© Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet 2013

I held your dying body as you gazed into my liquid eyes,
You breathed a last blessing within my soul,
We swore an oath, do you remember?
Upon the darkness, calm were the waves that sleep with the stars,
Your pained body took peace

Long summer suns blister my parched lips,
I pledged to search for you my beloved,
Giants in the valleys sway in warm summer breezes,
Walking a dream I smell your freshness on forests floors

The fields bloom and golden daffodils smile to the sun,
Birds sing of springs love, on a blue summer’s eve,
I wander this world alone breathless without you,
Awaken to me this infinite love to fill my soul,
For I am incomplete, a flame waiting ever waiting for your crystal smile

── Aching the poet wept in the starlight alone

© Arnay Rumens  /A Sol Poet 11. 2013

Of ev’nings music I hear the spheres
My thoughts all exchanged for dreams
With tears and prayers
Yet I you refused
Lament and love

I have complained
And all my sour – sweet days
Disobey and to complain, yet praise
Subjugated I dwell in your tenderness
My dreaming dream

Your rich gold trees & milk meadows
Maple's flashing leaves falling rains
Deceit, to hear, I did not listen
My laborious devotion

Two melting stars meeting
In breathless throe
Breeze's gentle sigh's
A star spilled province weaved in love
My dreaming dream

© Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet

Where reverent suns are red,
I inhale a golden sun and hold the moon,
Floating in a cosmic centered bath

Dancing in ablaze of space,
Communing with sentient splitting stars
naked I have roamed among
ravenous red fire flowers in bloom,
lips, juicy sweet ardent wet fervours

Earth spinning, my dance be illusion,
To his kisses I forever weaved magenta trees,
Breathing earth’s day of vermillion,
Chasing samsaric robes, torn in
confusion, I grasp egolessness,
How I flickered black and white to and fro

The immortal swordless in his arms,
the awakened watcher in sky robes,
Yearning for star fields,
yet poisoned by the darkest snake,
Whispering, whispering,
his hallow raptures of

“Love”

─ © Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet Ju. 112014

Lo! Such is bright a moon along night sky,
Distant was evenings Christmas lights,
I wondered o’er winter’s vista,
Perplexed, standing peering, a frozen pond

Beneath frozen birch trees I paused,
Watching silent and dreary,
Alabaster ornaments stretched a far,
Not a poet gay anymore

Pensive perched on a chilly hill,
Breathing frills spiralled through chilled air,
My heart, red holly berries bore winters green spikes,
Winter Raven danced fancy nearby thoughtful was I

Gentle hearts greatest treasurer no more,
What wasted power in loves sweet spent flowers,
How rich was the whither?
Of pride forfeited a sad creature my comfortless well

Oh, are weight winter’s shadows clad in his star tears,
Silently watching meteors dance on skies ─ a night cloud passes by,
A face robs now still eye, a breath, a beat in lover’s glare,
A soul set sail, passage a moon, a star sparkled a future pair

Only winter sleeps in silent mists, a winter’s breath
Until summer comes near ─  my darling dear.......

© Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet N 2014

O darling, darling
I’m so in love with thee
For you must know
My veins amber fire
My heart an old oak tree
I hear soft syllables
Standing here
Many a year
I have watched thee
Bending deep
Sitting preen
O darling you gardener
Silent your till
When you are near
Long do I in reach
Yet watch I sun play
On brown rich tints
Your hair

No longer soft
Are my leaves
Waning are limbs
Slow has been age
On English forests edge
Whispering in winds
Majestic nights
Quivering leaves
I dreamt of thee
Tis I Hama that hides
When you are near
Many a long day
I have loved thee
Yet danced in your till
Sung among rose splendours
Tickling buttercup sparkles
O’er golden sun sets
Skipping along nights
Silvery moonbeams

For you must know
O darling, darling
I’m in love with thee
Creatures of blue skies
Have come to die at mine feet
From deep beloved forest
Poisoned they came to die
Darker now my base
Yellow my leaves
Grandfather sings to me
Watching silently
My place of passion
Dreaming of ancient glories
My prison is palace
It is time to leave this world
To dance with night butterflies
And sleep with sparkling mercury
Star clad skies
Good bye my time is near
Remember me
For I am with the buttercups
Yet blooming as you touch me
Your prize white rose that spirits the fence
O Darling, darling
I’m in love with thee

© Arnay Rumens  / A Sol Poet 2014

Watching his velour for he was to be my knight,
Dismounting he spoke in clever clichés and poetic chime,
Swooned & enchanted my silk craft flutter upon the ground

Dreaming I of fevered kiss at night chambers,
Unforgettable the offense my skirts held high,
Would he carry the fortune of a king and wisdom of a sage?
Pray tell my good knight of roses across the moon

Merlin be twining the silk thread,
Mine fingers restless in watch over the mazes,
His crafting potions and poisons be pale,
All through bora blue skies trembling flesh am I

One hand to the sky, another to earth below,
Doth love speak there at centre of thy chest?
Admist silent alchemy foretold,
Methought Magick be alone sorrows gold

Smoothing long silks, lily pond sings,
Mine tortured concupiscence
Reflection light is seeping,
Spectral are illusions spawn immortal gold,

Star lights ignite mine love sweet knight
Why so far?


  © Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet 2013

In the sleepless night skies I called,
To he who runs with stars in his veins,
She who seeks without light one kiss to thee,
And waits in the Black Forest trees,
a vortex in fusion he enters the earth sleep,
wafting of poets moon sparkles,
And of ocean salt I breathed deep

Eyes of coal dust and liquid ruby varnished lips,
And I offer one bite dripping in Jupiter’s flames,
Oh darkest spirit perfume that betrays thee,
Melodious vernacular drains a pulsing heart,
Hunting, hungry, pacing, sniffing mists before me

His mouth a deep sea snake and lava salt pools,
Nails emerge aching to inflict and coax blood forth,
A calling to wet flesh and searing stars are acid weeps,
Deeply, longing I crave to taste thee,
A shudder came o’er me

In seeping fragrant dark I have walked,
Stretching eternity,
Blanketed in empty space fire raised topaz eyes,
Shadows flashed in love frenzied throes,
Snake bitten a hot silver throat spied in darkness,

And by day doth all fade to grey,
I wail and thirsty love binds us in woe,
Ne’er were such leaves and stars on Black Forest trees,
That glittered garnet blood blinking with me

Moon shadow possess their own repose,
O blackest dying hours sewn by epiphany’s content,
Yet days of grey estrangement remain,
Would heaven seem best?

─ Or thy dark kiss once!

© Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet

How harmonious the amber creeks,
Rocking smoothly from mine chair,
Sipping wormwood, mercury and jupiter tea,
Ambrosial be the air watched from west the shores

Found I, him when my years be only few,
Brooding, betwixt toil and melancholy curses,
One whispers, the other answers,
But, knowing not the suffering be here

‘And, I struck deep his heart fitting proper a jester,
Secrets mine loyal is laughter,
O’ how sweet the mind on Elysian Fields,
Yet divine his despair, so sad, so fresh

O love, I die in your star filled skies,
A sun jewel sinking on velvet drapes,
Dulcet my lonely vapoured song,
Dying, dying, dying

A kiss after death, rotting upward from the netherworld,
O Death, O sweet, wilt thous know immortal passion,
Before pocket and pride?
Drunk of absinth, through hazed did ye love thee?

Mercury sparkles in pools below the chair,
And mine fancies be sky glow worms pulsing near,
Cave hulled labyrinths of memories time passed,
His soul rose into mine blood

I loved thee weaving golden in rocking chair,
Dancing with warm Nile winds,
Flanking sky dragons after sun sparkles,
O he thought heart diseased of loves adoration

Improper the vex was touted, time precious before thee
Of fifty I must be, with magick death and lust I shall be,
And thine so effect lives on in me, a mere trifle ye,
His pastime, dreaming of the skies to be

And still a secret dreaming sweetness in the sea,
He looked upon mine crown of Tao and gold in glee,
Mystics glory in a bed of moonlight death,
Found I, an angel mused he, to call thee fooled

Dreamed I, none be spring, and summer neither more,
And thorned a new crown, the fool his winter dawn,
His claw deep a finger bled, his glory shadowy form,
So, dearest, thou art thy likeness wise dead cold

His darkness uttering shadows, beautiful with thee,
My darkened ways, take Ravens wings ascend yee who read,
Love be, no single tear, yet binds mercuries silver rivers near,
The old amber chair rocked to and fro, grey her hair,

Mortal hands weaved, love runs silver

── whence ever death be near

© Arnay Rumens 2015

You are like a library, do you know that?
Going slowly crazy looking at endless spines,
enigmatic titles that I have not read everywhere,
purples, blues, reds, indigo,
I want to read you in each last word,
to suffer that impending end

Ah the smell of you in my mind,
the cloistered shadows in corners,
the silence of your vulpine smile,
Glittering crystals on book covers,
gilded writings in gold and silver for miles,
Soft covers, hardbacks

I am in a labyrinths, a maze,
Creative soft chairs are begging,
Come sit and grow,
Visions of other worlds,
Sun stars rotating,
You inspire my secret smile,

My shadows are dancing,  
Reading, reading **** it
I miss you  

─ © Arnay Rumens 2016

Be we whom are enchanted,
to thee and me

‘Oh can you hear the poets of ole’?
Like a sea of cosmic sirens whispering,    
beckoning to ruinous liquid tear shores?
And yet a fire burns in dulcet serenade,
a phoenix sweeps by in offering
lonely nights starlight winter quill

─ Driven brittle illusions thus we write,
a poets song that cannot be sung,  
A poetic graveyard summoned,
where diamond dreams never die

─ To thee and me

A private world born of poetry,
─ be amber and obsidian secrets told,
Seek you in a box of Pandora,
Thy gift, a slip of mirror you in sparkling glass,
a puzzle to be a line in write,
and thyself beautiful it shall be,
and so, it is written,
‘Where pretty words bloom and bleed,
And the last precious flower is kissed goodbye

─ in a poets dream  

And so it be pendulous contemplation for a  
Raven hunts within unrequited,
spilling love, blood and seed,
ectopic words bud and grow in raining malignant-need,  
born in flurry of prose to be read golden,
read free

Our incense blood be thrilled in a silent perfumed tomb
Adorned ******, yet breathlessly unholy,
etched on distant wings weaving,
Capturing grandfather’s time,
In a garden of amaranthine words

─  For thee and me

© Arnay Rumens (ASPAR) 07 2016

Cado to passions, dreaming of amaranthine promised skies,
Devoured, I lay upon forest’s ash floor in woe,
Emerald his dulcet whisperings, a poets breath burns
Forsaken in jest, bleeding sol’s precious perfume

Dispelled by silence, forgotten in his poetic river of Lethe


© 2016 Arnay Rumens (A Sol Poet)

If I lay in death, entombed in hells breath
Would you wager with mortal blood,
Dine on demon veins ?
Would you bathe in fires, and poison the light?
Lick the knives of pretty lives ?

Would you pay the dark dogs before hells gate?
Would you devour the bones, fleshless, stinking?
Would you fracture Hades obsidian eye?
Would you enchant the black opal mother,

Have her weep on her coils,
Pour venom needles to bowl?
Would you shed your seeds in the darkness?,
Strip your mortal flesh and mix your spell ?

Would you stand in immortal darkness,
Drumming with hell?
Would you paint in your velvet bloods
and name me

─ Your picture perfumed winged Raven of hell?


© Arnay Rumens /  Sol Poet 2014

Sentient twas breeze on nights chilled whispers,
In the magic of moon and darkness,
A slip of silver cast her wing tips,

I watched told by those, whom lay with stars,
Athena billows near perching oak and tree,
Harbinger of spring hungry yet not starved,

Deceive thee, ah tis bane silent thoughts to hear,
Into the darkness of souls inspiration dances near,
Teach I shall be done by voice fire and silent air,

Listening to subtleties, I carry the hidden,
Many see my repose,
Malevolent mine eyes I can tear,

Standing near thy window I Athena

── Am owl peering near

© Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet 2014

From the window of white frost and snow
Jack Frost was here freezing my little soul
Saint Nicholas close in toe stealing gifts
Only the naughty were touched cold

I thought so different I shall be
Belittled and battered – rage adult hands
In the dawn sorrow filled my heart – woke screaming
In the winter’s silver realm they fought long

From the thundering cups to smashing hands
Thumped the walls and screams of her
No good was the off spring just burden to all
Mummy where is autumn’s golden sun?
Daddy where has the summer sun gone?
Shaking the bed holding and all I loved – a demon bear
Wet was the bear – silent fearful tears
Safe he whispered sleep upon my cold heart

~ The dark angel loves you follow the blue stars ~


─ ©  Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet 2014

A shot of mauve and iridescent green caught my eyes ‘a dragonfly danced on the edge of the falling water.
My fingers dug into the soft delicate moss growing beside me as I stood naked my body pressed back against the smooth worn rock.

A warm breeze fought to caress my skin like exquisite silk, cool crisp water slithered down my freshly hot oiled coconut skin dancing and sparkling into yin mists that perfumed the air, tiny rainbow suns burst into stars and bounced off into cascading waters below.

Beautiful emerald shadows like Balinese painted ritual dancers played in the corners of my eyes, the spirits of the forest were alive and the leaves played their music rustling in the tropical breeze, above the waterfalls symphony played beautifully down on me

── my gaze ever wanton.

Brilliant hibiscus flowers were exploding into purples, orange, yellow and sweet creams fading to pink dusk island dreams that flowed all about me, my mind tasted luscious heat dew from sweet blood red oranges in clusters that hung low on branches, and ripe swollen Guavas fallen left fruit in rotting, pungent sweetness filled my nose rising from rich soil beds.

Bright butterflies were prancing on giant flowers, as though unknown souls of the past still played here. Delicate webs weaved and flowed as I gazed upward into the emerald canopy, silk strands struck red glittered in fine sun rays furrowing a haste of gold and silver as topical spiders weaved wearing the mark of poison.

Pomegranate and caramel coconut memories filled my mind, as I drifted picturing his face, enchanted lips that whispered incantations and rasp his tongue captures me in passions everlasting pulse.
My nails dug deeper into the mosses and the water continued to rush over me quelling the fire within, cooling, caressing slowly closing my eyes I could see,

── I could taste, I dreamt only in his mind.

He smelt of sandalwood, patchouli ash and cedar, I shifted back closer to the coolness of the rock pressing my cheeks harder against the smoothness, his eyes loomed before me cocoa brown haunted paradise. Each tasting of him caressed my veins, I became his fruit, my heart rapt in succession as pomegranate juice filled my mouth.

Yearning I burned for him glowing and the forest chanted in ceremony the ritual had begun, sentences filled the air as though written by constellations and I his, a silver star in quiver.
He whispered softly, “Come, I call to thee take of the day I conjure by night, your adornment and paradise our fleshes emerald by moon light are worn as one.”

──He sits gazing, his coat shimmering sable shot by nights obsidian, pearled teeth bared in paradises hunger, it is dawn evermore among the night trees. He gleans silently watching and waiting.....

© Arnay Rumens (ASPAR) 2016

Lo! Such is bright the moon along night sky
Distant was evenings Christmas light
I wondered o’er winter’s vista
Perplexed, standing peering on frozen pond

Beneath frozen birch trees
I watched silent and dreary
Alabaster ornaments stretched a far
No longer a poet gay

Pensive perched on a chilly hill
Breathing frills spiralled through the air
My heart, red holly berries bore winters green spikes
Winter Raven danced fancy nearby, thoughtful was I

Gentle hearts greatest treasurer no more
What wasted power in loves sweet spent flowers
How rich was the whither?
Of pride forfeited such a sad creature my comfortless well

Oh, are weight winter’s shadows clad in his stars
Silently watching meteors dance on skies as night clouds pass by
A face robs now still eye, a breath, a beat in lover’s glare
A soul set sail, passage a moon, a star sparkled a future pair

Only winter sleeps in silent mists, a winter’s breath
Until summer comes near

── my darling dear.......

©  Arnay Rumens AN 2014

When my hair becomes grey
My skin translucent and paper thin
..........When I am comfortable in divine shadow
..........I shall smile and remember
In the month of April
Sweet emotional happiness

For each day, my heart beats with sweet peace
..........I will be rich, of loves wealth
How calm the swan floats
The dew laid hay glistens in the fields
and forest horn far away

Entwined devouring lips
Masculine images of youth
.........Nuptial shadow dreams on soft night flights
Of long days held
I so lived in fatigued expectation of youth
Impatience bled upon seasons shared

On the wall a frame, a memory will give back my sweetness
For, each day I have loved you more
.........Love passes with a dream
So fleeting its effect
Sweet was my peace and not being yours
.........Framed on a wall sweet emotional happiness
Finished with poems kiss

~ A frame on the old wall ~

© Arnay Rumens /A Sol Poet

For a witch’s mercury shall burn in the night of day

November’s Dark Moon and mists paused
fearful of the coming rosicler
The season of witch’s silver spun unto the night
A solitary witch’s laugh tormented the quivering stars above
With each step she dressed in silver sacrament
to his death── to life on this night

The moors echoed of timed rituals of ole
dancing and coveted by white moon satin
as though snow suffered upon a long forgotten desert face
existing blowing through her in another worlds wind
Shadows that once slept in pools of night
now whispered dark velvet promises,
tantalising her marauding lips

~ The Witch’s Silver Sabbath had begun~

The eleventh window pane glinted dew to frost white
in passing her watchful eye as moon silver mist slithered
through ominous black and grey clouds
Samhain drums vibrated upon the barren moors
as veneficium brewed thoughts enchanted nocent
wishes turning her chanting fingers to fire smoked obsidian

~Her eyes turned mercury blue through mirrors of time

A ravens nocturnal flute pulsed the eleventh beat
Ravenous fecundity blistered her mind
Liquid blood and silver anointing dreams from afar,
caressing her arms as vermillion dusts drift
winding her alabaster ankles
Sensually, slowly awakening deaths lustful shudders

Coptic clans of ole worlds whispered ‘Anoka ng ou kem’e nefer’
I am black and beautiful Khem on this nights breath
Ra’s ole demand shimmered like silver
a jewelled athame in her hand his mortal life, penance
Elegant Catafalgques laid to his Mastaba
Cast from Sun to burn as King to appoint all to Amenti

The eleventh window pane cracked as she burned white
her athame turned eleven times to eleven drops of blood
On a bed of fire black roses he rose within her circle
Her chalice of amber solanum’s to brim
bathing her body in rose ****** sensual arms
His sweet violet blackness tasted of Acheron
One with the Kings temple of night on the edge of the moor
Enigmatic creatures together

──Between worlds to rule forever

© ASPAR (A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens) 11/2017

For those men and women now silent
who stood in the cold night
To those who combed the deserts and those
who gave their lives
For those who fought shoulder to shoulder in fears and blood
And danced with death in chilling dawns
who froze in winters bitter breath

For those who laid in the trenches who whispered of peace
and muttered of hopes and home to be
Right nor wrong holds no place on this day,
For thee stepped up, for thee stepped forward
For those who chose to defend and those who didn’t this country I call home

── And we shall remember all of thee

For those men women and children who ran from bombs
For those who sat in air raid shelters huddled together
heads bowed in prayer who whimpered charred
and shook with fear
For the eyes that witnessed the fires
that consumed homes in its wake
The agonized violet waiting,
the smell of streaming fires and flesh across the skies
The piercing sirens and bombs exploding in the night
To those who carved out hardships and rations
To those who gave when there was none
For those who lay unnamed in silent graves
I give to thee all names on this dawn

── For without your lives given and taken I would have none.

To those who starved and were plagued in poor health,
I give thanks today for the medicines and hospitals
I thank thee for my life to sit in silence and for the abundances
For my choices to eat food and drink clean water
For the clear skies and this beautiful life.

── For my democratic rights were given to me

For the democracy to choose and for the freedom
And those who stand today shoulder to shoulder
Army, Navy, Air Force, and our four legged friends
“We Serve” in naming but a few

Starched on this day are uniforms, medals and buckles sparkling boots spit polished to gleam
For those now grey in repose in chairs and aided to stand to attention to salute comrades fallen

To the fallen thee died not in vain not through these eyes
Tis we who salutes each of thee in thanks on this day

── our day of Remembrance.

©ASPAR (A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens) 2017

The pantheons demand the poets limn vision
‘Motionless inside dreaming still shores,
—I sleep lucid, prismic eternally awake.
In the absence of beta waves, alpha
—echoes unfold stretching into theta dives’.

Galactic chrysanthemums implode tearing—
liquid waves into writhing silver storms.
A thousand moons of mercury evaporate, reappear
and explode into black diamonds spray-painting
—cyclopean skies.

A supernatural alchemy beseeches, whispering inside
—my bloods dying, resurrected—breathing magic
that sips from rich ****** rivers; rushing through
distant canons of twisting blood vessels;
whereupon a billion red cells form aromatic pools—
igniting into an endless sea of bellowing fires.

‘Orphic, I am enchanted tasting a sorcerous nature,
angels conjuring eyes—burn mortal tinted memory shores,
bestowing ashes of what was, what is—the ‘I’ exhumed,
—raptly in deaths breath to unseen wisdom’.

Dust devils transform into ether crystal blown screens—
—bending, jostling, wrapping around nameless fluid planets,
luring my eye forth into dimensions lost, pulsing—
—only in sirens earendel song.

In black diamond stars, ‘spirits dream in frenetic pulses,
the cosmic lotus-eaters waiting in sky pearls—
—purveyors of ethereal dreaming, poets weaving
eternity before mortal life.


© ASPAR (A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens)

I have wrung these hands and passionately wept,
In the visual hunger of prose, verse and quote
Devoured and coveted to bloom in sun star light,
A thousand deaths claimed in wanton splendour

Passion has long conjured my mind in cosmic province,
ascending, descending, I am wet and dry
I mourn, O’ I mourn for her beauty in the why?
Hidden long in twilight where dragons whisper

I shimmer in piteous shudders on lines beautiful to me  

My eyes brimming dancing with emotions,
lost in flow, crystal the ink seeps it's transparent glow
Blooming in prose, tight the bud on the tip of the pearl
My eye is turning 360 degrees, watching, swirling

O’ such youthful sadness, exotic bearing ripe these fruits ,
ravenous, alive and in deaths other light  
Claimed in the center, the lotus drifting conscious,
a flower bidden to bleed with light ── deliciously seeping  

──blooming ink in a poets Iolite light

© ASPAR (A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens) 200418

In dawn embers lucid eye
I have dreamed high on perfumed sands
A blaze in passions rufescent dress
Bleeding ******* life and violent death

Winged a goddess straining higher
Drawn to taste sweet waters, dulcet songs
On the blue I floated a cast away
A lonely spirit shining

What thought of leave, promise and wines
Hath found me broken-hearted, soul on the knoll
Enigmatic carnelian creatures, thro’ fearing my rays
Doth call weeping amber and honey

Violent violets bloom these crystal swept eyes
Lazuli, sliver and gold clad skies possessed in my breast,
Sacred mysteries threading impatient words
Whetted curious velvet, immortal ******

──Evermore

©ASPAR (A Sol Poet, Arnay Rumens) 170418

A satin sun breeze softly murmurs, passing a kiss over my breast
──as though a sumptuous gold cloth beckons me forth,
dressed for a palace to rest──how pleasing for a queen

Shadows dance to a beautiful serenade──laughing
at the edge of my eyes, where once I could see you
now tiny suns are reflected──in tears dressing my cheeks

Wishes, once great outside inside where I held you dear,
all swarm like bees to passion fruit blooms hung in a gardens
gallery──blushing purple hand painted by suns love

Emerald leaves rustle, teasing globules of blood oranges,
fading out to dusky pinks readying to pour juice forth, and
frilly cream Hibiscus flowers have exploded like go-go dancers
──being naughty

Mosaic sun peeled words you built around the wishing fountain,
by the steps of poems in my leadlight stained temple dreams,
Pomegranates seeds we ate in life’s ****** toil are now trees in the sand

The Guava fruits have fallen a pungent perfume fills the air, a reminder──discarded, tilling reflections once of a King on the Nile in my royal Egyptian garden of dreams.


©ASPAR (A Sol Poet by Arnay Rumens) 04/2019

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