Whoever's got a hold of the Muses
won't take no poem for a bribe

Treachery

By the uplifting of a genius’ eye-brow,
such an action in your forehead fits?
Tell you, Hecate’s spirits your mind-palace will fill
and to perennial flames your soul be chained.
Mellow conclusions must be reached.
Hot daggers bathe in innocent blood.

Else what? Womanless yet passive
the word would accuse me soft-tempered.
Never! No Dragon's been tamed;   Nor I, for
the gods so commonly prayed, will tame
my instinctual nature to crack open
the very cause of inflicted anger.
The heart is deaf to the mind’s tune,
a ravenous fist will not endure (it).
May my second death be precise,
for until its visit, that fiend best not disturb my sight!
And as of her, let her treachery char in the second circle,
Let Minos perform its tasks & sum up her sins,
and if more rings of fire be needed wherein to place her soul,
Let Satan know his match exists and has arrived.
Oh Trinea, how sour your milk shall turn!

Golden Tome of Dreams

Regain consciousness.
Do we wake up each morning?
We get swept away in
the pages of an ancient book.
The Golden Tome of Dreams

The souls of serpents
reside inside my head
crowding the amphitheatre
with
suffocating molecules of evil

Out of my ears
reptile tongues seduce my temples

inciting wild libido madness

Through my sharp eyes

I paralyze you, my prey,

and devour your existence

shall I, in a single bite.

My fiery fangs pierce your nipples

infecting the maternal substance of life,

poisoning generations to come,

damaging the very essence of being.

Undulated words lack solid representation

Sacrificium Intellectus

The collapse of an old thought
The dementia of a new beginning
Flowers bathe in color and spirits
Our chromosomes transcend death,
always on the verge,
Radiating with perfection.

Symbolic death - Turbulent transition
I have become what I am

Through the stretch passage
A bronze lady-jar pours soul streams
onto our foreheads, and assures us
decisions are mere canoe trips
towards a waterfall of non-sense

And I wonder how many galaxies fit in your eyes?
Sacrificium Intellectus

Leaking Jars, the faithful pour their deeds on
Leaking Jars, sinners wash their sins on
Leaking Jars, no garden ever springs from
Leaking Jars, bored sailors never sink on
Leaking Jars, thirst does never cease from
Leaking Jars, rest your mind at ease on

She slept with the wind
children levitating saw her
crossing through vulture-dreams
to land upon the Leopard's tail.
Submerged in golden unconsciousness
She explored each of the cat's stains
Slow Smooth Sinking Sand
Slight visitation to Phoenix's land.
The taste of ambrosia & glorious nectar
enriched the purity of her bare breasts
which sprang rainbows & snakes through the air,
who hissed and sang:
The zenith of your life
shines before your eyes!
But some vestiges of reason calmed
the mad penetration of realms
And, naturally, it all came to an end
as the Muses tore the poet's hand.