Long Onyx Poems
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The engine.
Black smooth and ornate
Eons in its design.
Hell glows at its heart
Gears grind, turning into the void; sublime.
Darkness hunts,
Something drums...
Springs, Rings, Mechanical Parts.
Churn, Burn, turns...
They labor deep in the dark...
Onyx chrome sleek and full of mystery.
Eternal Engines deities.
Sparks fly, a roar deeply shakes...
The secret earth coil tightens.
Energy is loose...
Entangled minds,
That ponder and aspire.
Madness at matter.
All that is hidden
All that's desired.
Deep; unmoved soul
It waits and conspires.
Mysteries of the engines eons fold.
Dark, intricately carved by a divine hand.
A talented mechanical mind.
Humans with nothing to hold
Secrets of infinities coil...
A hand bleeds bold.
Of things humming in the dark...
With hell that is its heart
Crimson and amber bright
Aglow in the sacred night.
Buried deep within oblivion eons-long
Gears grind turning to the void, sublime.
Casting visions into the cold…
Creation marches to the song
Of spheres, as gods steer
engines blaze.
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a wooden body with steady onyx eyes
fixed through the warm, festive glow of
glimmer-strung branches heavy with ornaments
crimson ribbons curling like frozen candy canes
stalwart he stands, gray musket upright
at rigid attention guarding wrapped promises~
stern eyes track the vintage train’s circuit
buzzing relentlessly 'round tree-rooted tracks.
devoted guardian rooted in pine needles
preserving whimsy’s last spark in tinsel-strewn shadows~
protector of wide-eyed wonder when snow silences streets
keeper of memory’s embers — cinnamon, carols, and cold cheeks.
no mouse king approaches, no cracked walnut threatens;
yet, still he stands watch over Christmases present and past~
a soldier of sentiment safeguarding the fragile, the glitter,
the longing, the ache in the throat when the last bulb dims.
The splendorous firmament of my fervent heart
sparkled with the stellar sequins of the silvery night,
where your glamour gleamed with enticing tinge,
suffused with the spangles of the mesmeric moon.
I felt entranced the enchanting touch so tempting
of the captivating aura of your intangible charisma,
but you glided away out of my spellbound sphere
like the autumn cloud across the sky of my dream.
Down the cascading crescendo of my rhythmic heart,
sense of your presence faded in my obsessed essence
beyond the turquoise trail of lingering longing,
as I wandered chasing the alluring mirage going nowhere.
From the ebony edge of the onyx night of despair,
storm clouds surged with thunders of tearing strife,
splintered my sky once an epitome of adoring fantasy,
the slivers of dream piled up in the debris of yearning.
The transient trajectory flame of the devoured desire
furrowed in my mind a blazing trail of craving,
I wished to trace in the track of a sensuous meteorite,
even if it was fleeting away like the flicker of your love.
As I slept at the desolate edge of the lonely night,
I saw you become a shining star in my dream sky,
shimmered for a while and disappeared forever,
for, I felt I didn’t dream enough, a sad surprise.
In midnight's grasp, a raven took flight,
Its ebony wings adorned with sorrow's might,
Through veils of darkness, it soared alone,
A haunting presence, to worlds unknown.
Its onyx feathers whispered tales of woe,
Echoing through the night, a mournful show,
With piercing eyes, a gaze that could pierce the soul,
It sought solace in the shadows' endless scroll.
Its mournful cry, a dirge of the heart,
Unveiled secrets, tearing worlds apart,
A harbinger of darkness, it perched on high,
An omen of doom, with a mournful sigh.
The raven's caw echoed in the moon's embrace,
Unfolding mysteries with each somber chase,
Its wings, a shroud, concealed the night's lore,
A creature of darkness, forevermore.
Yet, amidst the shadows, a glimmer of light,
A flicker of hope, a chance to set things right,
The Raven danced on the edge of despair,
A symbol of resilience, in the midnight air.
So, let it fly, with its tales untold,
A guardian of secrets, a sight to behold,
For within its ebony guise, hope remains,
The Raven's journey, a testament to change.
Amnesia
... or impaired memory?
Jezebel stood firm before my eyes!
Behold Her Imperial Ruthlessness!
And her bosom, harbouring bile,
Was bleached like lightning.
Arachnid fingernails mock the efforts
Of talons from revelling vultures.
Eyes pierced my brows with lasciviousness
So atrocious like the willpower of romantic gales.
And I saw her bathing in full nakedness
Upon rocks of blood,
Naked with the accoutrements of raw power.
And she bathed with inebriation.
Power is like alcohol which intoxicates only
Those who have tasted it.
A panting rill rustled like vagrant, charred leaves
Around her cold, naked feet.
Jezebel.
Whiter than horrid death!
Night,
And she sequesters.
Sublime, the existence,
Merging with night, with
Mirrored glances atop arid waters.
Her flesh reeked of baked blood;
Subcutaneous imprints live on her.
Jezebel,
Mother of termagants,
Rector of covens,
Ancillary to Devil’s cantonment
Hater of suffragans,
Hasten upon these hills
Before the break of dawn...
It’s dawn.
Day of Jezebel’s atonement
And blood cluttered upon solemn boulders
And upon harmless pebbles,
Upon sapphire and onyx,
And upon flaming gold and eerie silver.
Mad moments of pulsations!
Tremors and heat of hanging day,
Eruptions on Pompeii’s rage,
Adrenalin aerated beyond
Flirting clouds dancing with the greed of
Sorrow.
I still follow
the blinking spells
of the rose wine sunsets
before surging sandstorms,
believing in the euphoric breeze
floating across the
shivering skyline,
echoing vermilion voices,
lost in the limestone grains,
as questions of change
interrogate the empathy
encrypted within
my inhibited intuition,
like spices of kismet flames,
swirling to the fluid fluency
of sentimental keys
in saxophone tunes…
But in the midst of moving monsoons,
I feel the eagle feathers of Zeus
rain upon the crystalline swing,
crooning songs of tameless time~
wrapped in the crescent cocoon
of silent splendor,
as I rise, dressed in steel and silver.
I hear the bluebird dream
in symphonies of the karmic sea,
streaming with specters
of star-struck ghosts…
O majestic marine jewel,
change is a promised ocean.
It’s sprouting coral blues
from reefs of ambergris embers,
awaiting floods of onyx tears
and jagged thistles,
like a tsunami of smeared streaks
reflecting the smoke
and swollen stains of the red sun.
Tonight, I erase the last mistake;
a scribbled imitation
of my aching past,
for I could not veil the scars,
failing to seize the
splitting clusters of
slate and garnets,
burning between
sleepless lakes,
drenched in midnight terrors,
as satanic waves
blur the turquoise surfing
through the limitless twilight.
Yet, I hear the mermaid moon
call my name in magical refrains,
steering my iridescent silhouette
to an ivory shore
where ebony hints of ink
would home the hermit castles,
where you and I can breathe~
as soulmates destined
to draw neon lifelines from
bioluminescent sparkles…
So let the bluebird drift into an orchid dream
where karma is the poet~
draped in deep violet,
writing elegies
to the eclipsed eyes of the red sun
that stole the silk and sage
of summer sighs…
And change is more than just a mere rhyme,
it is the ultimate essence
to rearrange
whimsical words
woven within wind
from honey and gold
of a
dulcet
dawn.
Your onyx hair curled and cascaded wild,
some swirled in the stream of craving squall,
some laced the lilting lattice of lust
on your forehead of ivory canvas,
carving contours of evanescent charisma.
I can’t believe I thought that was your last image.
Your almond eyes of sapphire sea waltzed
to the melodic concerto of mesmeric music,
the eyelids danced with the flutter of butterfly,
floating in the air of yearning on charming wings,
weaved the wondrous fabric of trance.
I can’t believe I thought that was your last dream.
Your crimson cheeks soaked to shine
the patina of the blooming rose I adored,
spreading seductive fragrance in beguiled breeze,
with the touch of my desire caressing your face,
rippling with rapturous hues of glowing glamour.
I can’t believe I thought that was your last portrait.
The rose buds bloomed on your luscious lips,
swathed in lilac luster of the sunburst dawn,
the entrancing allure flashed with gorgeous glow
like pearls of dew on petals of pink rose,
shining like a star in the sequined sky.
I can’t believe I thought that was your last smile.
Your kiss is a mystery I want to solve
A gift you talk to me and I evolve
From my cocoon find me brown but in bloom
White wings of love fly me to the moon
If you don't fall for me maybe I don't care
After all you are my muse with natural kinky hair
Cherry challenge a call to trust fate will be shared
Love to hear you talk and I like that you stare
You are a silver star in my onyx sky each night
Even though we are apart together we will be alright
You were born in the west and I in the southeast
Cupid gives us a timed test that we will pass easy
For we are of the fire sign we share optimistic views
Both creative cordial kind with empathetic grooves
I do hear you when you say I'm beautiful and I feel
You see me as you are today so beautiful and real
At first you were a shadow in the dark
where shadows never lurk, but there you were,
a bah relief of black on black, an arc
cast by the beating of a heart that stirs
from fonts of hope eternal, as a lark
trills in the daylight when my senses purr
and keep on swooning when the lapis grows
to wed an onyx mate in true love's throes.
But then your shadow moved across my gaze
to take my breath and throw it to the night
just as my heart leapt in an endless maze
of crimson thoughts and nuptial jitters white
until you kissed my lips in breezeful phrase
and disappeared in coming silver light.
When I awoke before a dawn unseen
I wept for my zephyrous shadow queen.
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Sponsor: Craig Cornish
9/9/17
Red in China and India,
Purple violet at Jerusalem in Israel,
Blue in Russia and Greece,
Blue light above Rome and Paris,
In the USA, there is green,
But the smoke of Cain the Pharisee,
Talents of common Light concealed,
Talent of the commandment "don't kill,"
In any culture, expressed in his energies,
Else the natural rainbow in the sky disappears,
Juggling of shady fakir,
The giant Ferris wheel,
Devil's toxic wings,
Torches pale of missiles,
Hypnosis,
But I insist,
Waves of the blue ocean are the silver,
Bronze of sound in a blue-light atmosphere,
Golden shining of flowers by spring,
Steel of light green from leaves,
On the bones go the tissues and fabrics,
The bowstring,
White linen with yellow from England,
Embroidery Coptic from Ethiopia,
Orange tree,
Kings-Magi bring on the wings and feet,
Abel's gifts,
Red warmth from Delhi and Lima,
Wool of sheep,
For the temple of God Love and Friendship,
Seven churches of the Apocalypse,
Cherubs with metals and fabrics by seraphim,
Kings-Magi and shepherds at Christmas,
Not for that alchemy
Of the beast
That rises just now from the bottomless pit,
The choice of peoples,
To be or not to be,
The parts of the beast's body, the feast of Herod, or the communion of Jesus?!
By service, ministry,
Two signs — of the dragon or the united apparitions of the Virgin,
Queen of Peace,
The beast hides the talents, for to kill with a fake apology,
Arm the peoples and give the gunsight with a kiss,
The king of "Sodom and Egypt,"
Six six six of hypocrisy,
Say welcome with a dinner for the pigs,
To eat all beings,
I said "no, no, no" for me and this little Eve,
With all my medicine of vine and olives,
Flowers in the alive vase of onyx
Before the Very Beautiful Mary,
In Truth and Spirit,
Protection ring
Of my noble destiny,
Arena against evil,
These suiciders don't kill before the end of my mission,
Witness of the Trinity,
Trinity, the First Virgin with children of my family.