I
king of the hostile quasar !
stelliferous beast without origin
anechoic void-crown usurper of the throne without end
upon a tundra in the cosmic septentrional :
fantastically obscure to the naked human eye
and shrouded in the asterism of shadows !
gatekeepers of the GN-z11 realm,
amethyst-fanged beasts of the farthest space
pursuing from beyond the ultimate meridian
to battle the flame-born basilisks of Alpha Scorpii
the star-beasts battle in constellatory theatre,
a timeless outing of the yet another
anniversary cosmic implosion
II
hostile whorls in the night-sky
spin into mass hypnotic effect
cruor of celestial bodies splatter
alizarin spasms across the death-black vista
which emanates across the heliosphere
as hallucination becomes reality becomes hallucination
lines between
cosmophobia and cosmonoia
are blurred
mystical systems of glyphic code
etched into bedrocks as star-maps
guide the madman into liminal states
between this and the great obscure other
Quest
For years long I espoused the bedlam in my beneath
I quest the solitary
The more close I endured; the arouse of ignition was more
This is an unacquainted fervour
I never encountered; neither I will surrender
I owe it to my breathe, my flesh and my wisdom
And I had no grip to iniquities and itches
Like how sand slips from hand
The bedlam denned in myself
If the warmth of love quest the path
Render my longevous throes and miseries
If the incessant gaze of lover quest the pearl
Pierce my heart and reign
If the bravery of combatant quest the combat
History chisel my fearlessness cruor
Is it the hurricane or the tremor; it is uncharted to me
And the tempest in my core,
It does keep bellowing
I don't the know the word
I am not adept in scripting it either
I must apologize for disturbing and disbalancing my vehemence
And awakening the equilibrium
Endowing justice to my robust turmoil
Whether it is a bedlam or a quest...
And if I come
I'll bring the dew
Blended with cruor
Of our veins
And if I reach your hand
I’ll become the tugboat
Of dignity and pride
Preserved with countless lives
Then... If I fall
I'll be the victor (anyway)
By sacrifice of blood
I'll bring the Happy Easter
To those
Beneath the coat
Of diminishing faith
a note
against the rhapsody of hate
PORTLAOISE,
17/02/2016
Exquisite pain
Outlive those tears
Pictures in rain
Black cruor smears
Dovey Annie
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