Pandora’s secrets clandestine,  Hidden deep within the mind  Succubi from alternate dimensions  Manifest as our subconscious lusts  I was a spell-caster, a sorcerer of the flame Infernal passions adorned with twilight lips Pale ghosts with nets  Captivation I won’t forget  Back in time, after traveling through the fourth plane  I told my younger self the secret of the flame  “Warmed by the thighs of Capricorn’s sluts  Veritable hedonistic delights rush my blood  Like a golden dreamscape forged in flame  Fluxing adrenalines, berserkers go insane Spit the scorpion’s venom at the world of shit  Heed the call of the void in the vicinity of her clit” Satan’s harem, the prince’s concubines,  Take my mortal flesh and cease the passage of time My lusts sprint toward a new high 

Our dungeons within were built  Brick upon brick, as in prisons we did wilt  Like flowers disillusioned by the pyrrhic flow  Diluted by our tears and blood  We broke away from our chains From the sign of dawn and new days  The wintry demeanor of bastards we overtook  Remelted like the forge of steel  The dragon’s blood oranges quench our thirst  A bitter remembrance of our curse  Hearken to the heart for our true desires  Scorch their world of excrement in fire  Uncountable battles commence  Time seems to stand still  There’s only one way out of this attrition  To the victor beholding the kill  Red runs the majestic blood  Their eyes painted black  Turn the sword from the sky  To stab them through the back  Wintry storms, from planets scorned  (The cenotaphs of ancient Gods)  Whisked away by the dew of day  Evaporating in the heat of the dragon’s court; I call forth these legions of dusk  The soldiers of distant stars, From whose light has long since perished,  From the Pheidippides of Quasars Call upon the seventh storm  To tear apart these walls  The sentinels greet their dooms  As we ring our barbarian calls  Acceleration of geologic aging  The earth’s reclaimed its land  We brought forth a new empire  By our legions of the damned. Algae wrapped in Aegean salt  Saturn standing tall (can you bear it?)  Uranus and Mars dance so far  Questioning the dead man’s ferret  Life begets death, so often seen before  Rise high, fellow warriors of night  We will win the war!  Much time passes...the smoke clears  The sky turns blue again  I dictate the following to my friend: “I raise the flag of victory in the ocular reflection of a new Queen. I rejoice in the trumpeting fanfare as the coronation begins to clean their wretched ruins... White monks, not bothered by absurdist malignant orthodoxies, yet not unfazed by decrepitude of their omnipotence, rot embittered by their envenomed transience”.  I see the song. I hunger...

“HSELF RIEHT ROF” A new wine flows from the casks  In the catacombs of our dreams  So spake the effigy adorning the mask of comedy  Their wounds salted raw Like the remnants of their salted earth  Washed clean by a cleansing rain  From lightning strikes with scorn Hung, drawn, quartered  Oh old Diabolic necromancies  ...but this armor was tainted by indecisions  Ghosts of my haunting past  Returning to collect the usury   “Feeling like the beautiful devolved into the pitiful, as I look upon the moon and stars. Is this disillusionment? My second guesses compound with the wounded picture in front of me. Salting the scars with your venom as a memento of a rotten life. Dawn has painted a miasmic green, and the glade fell into a dreamy sleep...the indigo-hued cock croons, not realizing it’s quarter past noon.”  It takes two to tango with tangerines And my fresh memories hang on clothespins  Retired to the countryside I contemplate: In a way I am unrepentant  In another, engulfed in remorse  Punk is putrefied, scabbed is its demise  A love I could never forget,  Determined to keep in a locket  Close to my blackened heart  (Otherwise) Disillusioned and torn apart  Reflections...reflections...  Recollections...recollections... Heavy downpour over me. Beginning to see a Pyrrhic victory.  I hunger for what lies beyond  For a gourmand for the earthly tapestry.  Aspirations...contemplations...  Elucidations...realizations... Man’s obliteration...ceased in the fire (Ceasefire...) Before...A new paragon. The mind forever short of satiation.

“The sublimed sky dies by fleshless suicide. The most viscous wine coagulates by the venomous tongues of the very snakes near our grassy estuary. Through solace, I found lingering Luciferian lullabies. Like trees without leaves, or combs without bees, I still sense a missing jocundity. Nevertheless my mind wanders. Morose be the lips who cast the first curse toward the crystallization of madness, in forlorn longing. Cannot make sense, but I grudgingly accept the mirrored eternity through the milky eye far off the blind side...for now only. Like the winds, or like the seasons, a perspective awaits its metamorphosis. The reciprocation is nigh as night in dusky twilight bliss. It is not like the blackest black or whitest white, but grey as dreary day fading to foggy night”.  Meditation on a hilltop, a feather falls on my head  My heart and soul dismisses as I savor the slice of bread  Then the winds sprint like the horse-riders of yore  Like in the old eve of war...