The notion of performance
Isn't the trait of nature
The notion of performance
Doesn't belong to nature
What differs machine and science
We will find out with no razor
The notion of performance
Isn't the trait of nature
Logic and sense reforming
We do understand the danger
The sharp edge with minimal factors
Encompass does not complexities
Black or the white your judgement
Versus makes truth your unethical
What for do I need your zeroes
What for do I need the ones
Computer and I play Osiris
Repair your imbecile stance
Is their job MY computer
Shall we to cook the cook
Removing associations
Will we be using spook
Bark my friend with tail at cars
They don't care about us
Veterinary cloud choose you
Or adopt the pet
Drink water from the bottle
I will produce the set
Milk fat
Glory to her hands that stitched the green,
That sought the pieces of a love torn wide:
For her strong grief, a river spilling light:
For her sharp magic, beautiful and keen,
That found the fragments and refused to hide:
And knit his broken body back from night.
All things lost, scattered, shattered, and undone:
Whatever's broken (who can say why?):
She holds the pieces, breathes them into form:
She births the sun from what was not a sun:
Let life begin.
The notion of performance
Isn't the trait of nature
The notion of performance
Doesn't belong to nature
What differs machine and science
We will find out with no razor
The notion of performance
Isn't the trait of nature
Logic and sense reforming
We do understand the danger
The sharp edge with minimal factors
Encompass does not complexities
Black or the white your judgement
Versus makes truth your unethical
What for do I need your zeroes
What for do I need the ones
Computer and I play Osiris
Repair your imbecile stance
Is their job MY computer
Shall we to cook the cook
Removing associations
Will we be using spook
Bark my friend with tail at cars
They don't care about us
Veterinary cloud choose you
Or adopt the pet
Drink water from the bottle
I will produce the set
Milk fat
cosmic constant, sneaks
to be diluted
pinned down with
prison franks
playing footsie
not a long ride
loveless daybeds
abandoned signals
fighting eyes across trafficked lies
earthern worms
bait filled cells in bread
tape worn in xrays of osiris
skipped eventually in tag
enough to walk down
walking home, down
further than, better days
sinkers on a string
blankets of kelp, poisoned
and learned
the baby won't need a pack of smokes
burn me down
like Babylon
consume my flesh with fire
unquenchable
Desire
Raze me to the ground
scatter every brick
To the four winds
bury me
like Osiris
divided
divine sectioning
seconding
Sacralizing
phallicizing
Pour your living waters
down my throat
into my belly
and up from beneath
holify me
gushing, rushing
Living Water
sacral phallic water
energize me
Wholify me
receive me
willingly, this sacrifice
please me
please me
pacify me
resurrect me
Holify me
living waters never quench
Holy fire
Lavafy me
Molten living metals
running through every channel
veins, arteries, capillaries, nadis
Open me
i, the channel, emptied
eradicate me
Split me up the middle
reverse my topology
Outside like the Inside
precisely as the Inside
I receive you
Open me, Penetrate me
lava flowing up Inside me
like the infinite Outside
show me
the unbounded Abyss within
mirror still
Lake Placid
reflecting
Perfectly
not a ripple
but still vibrating
Energy
forever on fire
Lake Salome
the gushing wet birth
of the twenty-four-sided Jerusalem
forever on fire
There was a time not so long ago
When my children still ran on little legs
Wading through ocean green evening summer grass
Their faces bright as lamps with laughter
Hop-scotching up to their knees
In polka dotted waves of fireflies
If you can imagine Osiris and Isis awoke from their married womb
Walking wind through chandeliers
When galaxies fell to the mirrors of Earth
Sifted like gold from sand
Oh the reflection of gods we have forgotten
How to walk on water
At my knees in the woods I stir the stars of a small fire
Chant a ritual to bring back the magic
A diamond dislodges from the crown of Oak
Flitter of soul enchanting the shadows
To the children I say dance and sing
Ring in again the vegetable spirits
Swirl your feet with allure of dreams
At your ankles the twinkle of constellations
Comb with sparks your beautiful hair
All may be shared
The return of angels from yesteryear.
Poseidon was a god who loved to Dream;
he, unlike his older brother Hades, and younger Brother Hesus,
began to dream of the World of Oblivion
With his head held high and his bra strap held over his chest,
he would imagine and dream of mermen living under the Sea.
His pores would flatten and his pro maculate discord would ripen
He was, as I would believe, a Vestal Virgin whore, as he masturbates
with those who presume to know him from every angle like his brother, Hesus (Zeus') possession of the mythological, Gandymede and Osiris.
Oh, how many bottomless pits of the ocean did he fathom, did he fathom
Did he uproot, did he uproot?
scarab
glinting indigo and peacock
symbol of resurrection
desert phoenix
you are a jackal
waiting, traitorous,
by my grave
to lunge and devour me,
licking my blood from your snout
you cannot consume my heart,
organ of my soul
for it has been weighed and measured
and I am gone to Osiris
but – see there
peeking out,
brilliant with the sun,
a tiny hint of emerald
glimmers in my smile
They said that some men had the callings of planets,
Stationary compared to mortals,
Abstinent and moral,
That the energy they were given to live,
Attracted others like a Sun would give,
That they were gods amongst men third person,
Always asking men to ascend,
Man didn't know that that calling was from earth,
When the people need to change they are brought to make work,
That means God on earth that needs respect,
If the people try as equals the problems are what we neglect.
Osiris came before the people and said,
Just go away and leave me with my bread,
So it was said but the people didn't know,
Some people like to connect but he said go,
That means no speech no annoying not at all,
And death fell on the people too close to be a call,
When Osiris gave birth to the ideas of man,
He said never enter my head as the dead he had command,
Do not try me with such a big heart,
It shall be weighed against my efforts to be above what you do,
From the very start,
The man that was an island.
She cried
All the tears
Of her body
Of his heart
Of her mind
Until
Only his soul
Can reveal herself
Can transform himself
In the flood of the Nile
This is the way it is
That flew away
The first Imperial Aquila
Lonely
Heavenly
Invisibly
In search of fourteen pieces
Stolen
Scattered
Dismembered
Of her Love
Aby, New York, 20th May 2022
Up bright and early with HORUS
Enjoying the sounds of the Morning Glory chorus
Feeling the energy and riding with RA at noon
Beautiful, warming rays piercing my skin like a harpoon
Coming down a bit after noon, moving towards SET
But still shining brightly 'cause it hasn't gone down yet
Now OSIRIS is looming very near
Cooling down, yes, going down, about to disappear
Field of Reeds is a heavenly paradise where Osiris rules. Ka of the Nile.
Ancient Egyptians believed that the soul resides in the heart.
Upon death, the Weighing of the Heart occurs.
I drank from the cup of His salvation and entered in
while the sun drank me and poured me out
I stood in the silence of time with my heels down
weighing out the world I measured my breath,
and found it to be good. It is there that I understood
that Aaru fields of reeds is a golden healing place
that I could go to when I needed to be comforted;
I walked in with my shield and sword lifted high
shuffling through the reeds with my tender feet
not a blade of grass stirred not a single sound incurred
as my vision blurred, I dropped all my weapons
all my masks and facades for an ounce of Honesty;
I took my first sip of life at the cusp of death
and realized it was not I who named me Great Warrior
it was Osiris, as He pressed the Ankh to my forehead
my third eye opened and what I saw was a man with a heart of Gold.
Isis was a major goddess of Ancient Egypt you know
She resurrected her brother and husband from down below
Osiris and she produced a son, Horus, she guarded with her life.
She was a marvelous sister, terrific mother, the ultimate wife.
Isis was requested for funerals, and helped the dead enter the afterlife.
She was conjured up in spells asking for help when others had strife.
Frequented by Nubians as well as Egyptians was her temple Philae.
Her magical powers were known by many and from countries far away.
Isis was a major influence when her popularity was at a peak.
Eventually Christianity came into vogue, the “religion of the week”.
Christianity stayed, but some think Isis had an influence on it too.
She was prominent in the ancient texts, and worshipped by quite a few.
pink granite headstones
white cross above resting bones
down with Davy Jones
ashes thrown to the four winds
places death’s journey begins
where their spirit is
under massive pyramids
led by Osiris
not toward the Pearly Gates
where just Saint Peter awaits
stored in a grotto
angels singing vibrato
chanting staccato
entombed under earthen mounds
where their artifacts are found
still and decaying
all said to be awaiting
the Second Coming
coffins into the ground thrust
the next stage in dust to dust
Isis was tired of being all things to all Ancient Egyptians.
Why am I the goddess of marriage, fertility, magic, motherhood, medicine and the dead?
No one had an answer.
I am going to concentrate on one thing, she stated.
Motherhood.
But her brother-husband Osiris was killed,
so she resurrected him instead, so she could be a mother.
They had Horus, whom she decided to guard all of his days.
That surely says something about your skills with the dead, her brother said.
She held the ankh sign up and paraded around the room.
Showing off her crown with the hieroglyphic sign of a throne.
Yes, she agreed to the Pharaoh, but I still want to concentrate on motherhood.
She had no choice but to also show magic, for her mystical abilities were tops.
Better than any other deity.
River Nile revers Queen Isis each year when she floods her banks.
Representing her weeping tears for Osiris before she revived him.
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