Untitled 15In the heart of an infant I am born
In blackness, eyes, unravelling,
With fire and gold my brow adorned,
Through eternity travelling...
I speak with the seas in my mouth
I crumble mountains with a breath
I dismantle the world,
I let it bleed and let it weep.
Let its fibres be undone,
Non serviam, sine qua non.
Taller than the Babylon tower I stand
I crush kings between my fingers.
The People bow --- I mock them, laughing
slaves shall serve while the master sleeps.
And the Star shall melt into glass
the oceans seep into the skies,
Untitled 14As dusk and dawn pass an infinite cycle,
the faces of God wheel before my eyes ---
Since the Prince I follow fell from Heaven,
I cling to the gentle fingers of this sapling,
hidden among frail emerald leaves.
A myriad of lustful hands has reached for me,
their starving eyes scarlet with desire ---
if only you knew what frenzied, cruel joy I find
in watching their bitter salivation...!
In clarity of the starry night I scream with laughter:
I awair your hand to caress my ardour,
Come, take me, pluck me from the vine!
I am yours --- if you can keep me;
I will stay --- if you restrain me.
Do not let me free, you hear?
Don't cut the cords that bind my wings!
Paint me with the blood of your passion,
Pierce me with glazed shards of impurity,
Come to me! Always to me!
Until the crescent moon falls to the earth
Torment me! Twist my wings! ---
and I'll be yours forevermore;
yet if you loose the living chain,
if its end escapes your fingers ---
my Prince will call me back, and I return to Sheol..
Untitled 13Embrace me with Thy endless crimson cloak,
the deepest pits of Sheol let me pass.
Deliver me from false and treacherous light,
into the faithful, constant black of night.
I come freely to Thee, earthly Prince,
Thou, the double-tempered eye,
I ask only for the blessing of Thy hand.
Be Thou the never-sleeping serpent, guard my Heart,
for we two are none but one,
All human laws are now undone.
Of the forbidden fruit I eat my fill,
My will is Sin, and, hear, I Sin by will.
Call out, my lover, will the echo answer?
Fervently I pray in temple of my being,
this church we've built with our combinèd hands ---
Aeons pass, and 'tis the only shrine that stands.
To those whom it may concernFor long I've tossed about on feverish waves,
A dying cyclone, raising water from its bed,
A wretched harlot, slave to indecision ---
Thus you have branded me, and for this name I've bled.
The envy of my secret flame has driven you
From planes of madness, from the skies above,
For all the words, the thoughts and dreams I've given you
All come to naught --- I could not give my love.
I had not meant a single word I'd spoken:
The apologies I've given? Do not be deceived!
I do not feel remorse; my heart cannot be broken ---
A more cruel soul than mine could hardly be conceived.
And yet, a thornèd rose is but a rose at heart ---
I tire of thrashing in the waves at sea,
And even though you cannot win this bloodless match,
You wound me all the same, and it brings grief to me.
I may be, as you say, a base, conniving whore,
In word and deed deceitful and impure,
A being to be scorned, rejected and abhorred,
An ever-wand'ring marsh-light in the moor...
You may say I am but a vagrant wisp of
Untitled 12Hear me, ye who sleep!
mock me not with silence!
twice infinity I've reached
I've walked in the hands of Suns, and Moons.
my voice spouts forth from Idols of gold ---
they are all in my Honour, you see
And ye, who are ye all?
your bloodened sockets see me not.
I am the ZERO in the ONE,
from the beginning thrice begun;
There is no answer --- Fools!
what you call fact is pure abstraction
abstraction in, is, nine, two!
no prayer shall deliver you!
no error ever spells a heart
Beyond the Zenith stands the Devil:
puppet, touch him if you can
and then shall you becom
Untitled 11When the eyes of the night sky are dying
and Lucifer rises aloft,
when the children of wild beasts are crying
and the wind is tender and soft,
when the Sun's brazen head is rising
under a pale-rose down,
I will come from beyond the horizon,
a merciless darkness my crown.
Keys to Death I will hold in my left hand,
a flame shall burn in my right.
Waist-deep in the brilliant seas I shall stand,
an unshakable tower of might.
With a turn of my whim, wars will spark,
and man on his brother shall turn.
Alone in the pestilent dark,
the fire of his fury shall burn.
Untitled 10With threads of glass weave my incantation -
I carry the burden of war upon my back
my fingers are made of the bones of the dead
What will remain of My mercy?
when the heavens are run through with veins of fire
then shalt thou ascend, faithful acolyte, unto My brow
in the nigrous flame, deny thy flesh
and taste the honeyed nectar of My love
Where shalt thou stand, then, when the Earth exists no more?
grieve not; thy tears are blasphemous.
Let the circle be linked forevermore
with numbers that are hidden and symbols unknown
give Me the blood of the conqueror.
I will adorn thy head with jewels, precious holy stones,
iridescent tail-feathers of kingly birds;
everlasting splendour shall girdle thee, kin to the Sun.
But give unto Me the flame of thy mortality
give unto Me thy weak and hideous body.
Bathe in the waters of My sacred darkness,
where all with human eyes are blind.
When the skin of the Earth becomes split and charred
thou shalt stand upon the stars.
Look now, my brother &
dclxvi: JudolFor those who wander among the stark-white stars
on a twisting stair of glistening bones,
I grant the tranquility of My music:
listen closely, and you will hear the crystal chime
of My voice in the spiny dark.
For those who stride knee-deep
in the azure seas, leagues from their sandy shores
I grant a light amongst the storm:
when it breaks through the leaden clouds
(just wait, brother!)
cast your gaze to its blinding source
and it will guide you, through a labyrinth of flesh
to something only you and I shall know:
the fixed point from which
the pendulum of consciousness extends,
swaying senselessly amidst the gyre of time.
I am the Seventh of the six,
I've dug the bed of River Styx.
I am not Death, but his closest friend,
here and there, a hand will lend
to his sordid business, but only from pity.
I smile at mortals in their pride,
and yet, I'm always at their side;
thus in my night-coloured image
they have none to fear.
I am the Seventh of the six,
I've dug the bed of River Styx...
SphinxNarrow, dusty streets in a fertile valley,
Golden veils of sand and heavy air,
Long, unearthly shadows in the wake of rising sun,
Cast by buildings leaning in, their rough walls blank and bare.
Men labour in the heat, skin glistening with sweat,
Their masters' voices blaring orders, brusque and proud,
While women whisper quietly among themselves,
Grinding grain on rough stones in the gentle breeze.
And in the heart of this everyday tranquility
A likeness in the face of god
ever reaches for the wheeling sun -
its body frozen in immortal stasis,
wings that have never beaten, lips that never spoke.
Its enourmous paws cling tightly to the earth.
And worst of all, its gaping eyes -
divine in form, yet