Her Fruits of Majesty

Your songs are like  An angel's harp  One thousand horns  Blown by Israfel Your dance is like  A water drop  Naiads on water lilies Exalted by the daffodilies Your bust be like  Two moons  Cosmic sculptors Chiseled thee And your eyes  Shine divine  Minerva's light  With Athena's likeness Casting shadows on your lips  Which hold... Continue Reading →

Her Night of Majesty

Beneath the veil of Kiara  Lie one thousand mysteries  The wonders of the earth  And those sagely epiphanies And her eyes are a miracle: Virgins giving birth  Psalms becoming lyrical Does she hide beneath her veil The Night of Majesty? More holy than one thousand months  A pair of crescent moons In shape of rosy... Continue Reading →

Heart of The Goddess

In your psyche More wisdom be Then the bust Of Pallas In your soul More honesty Than the prophets,  In their Ivory Palace And your heart, The beauty that it holds The realm in which It reside Be that cherub’s smile In paradise It’s rhythm,  The ode to joy That ushered in The universe That... Continue Reading →

Beauty’s Kiss

To get at The beautiful To grasp it As it slips Through your hands Like a fine sand The further You pursue The further She will run And so beauty Be like a woman? Forever the opposite Of what she appears? Her meaning, In contrary  To what she says? And is beauty, truth? Then is... Continue Reading →

Body of The Goddess

I worship you Every bone  Every tendon  And joint  That grounds Your structure  And your  Heavenly form  That floats above  The curve of Your bosom  Is the  Progenitor  Of my existence  My fountain in  A desert land  Your hair is  Like a fine stroke  Of calligraphy  Flowing and black  And most of all  Beautiful  Like... Continue Reading →

The Divine Sonata

So deep the Rhine who’s drunk off blood How light the Lethe whose past is blind So heavy, men who recollect the Flood How shallow be the free and spotless mind How shallow be the free How shackled be the kind How monstrous be the men Unbound who do not bind What weight do hold... Continue Reading →

Schism

I sat and looked into the wall   Oh what did I conjure? The wall was white and chipped and tall   To where did I ponder? I heard my mother’s frightened yelp   Oh which sweet ode was sung? The bang the scratch the yells for help   For which noblesse harp strung? “Do as I say.” I... Continue Reading →

Birth of Tragedy in Her Arms

Loss, vanishing, the death of all That is one and whole in my life Destruction, bliss, primordial envying Life is like a kaleidoscope of phantasmagoric Silhouettes, pretty girls dancing with Devils and elves joined hands with Sentient sunflowers, bliss, bliss In the truest suffering, but how? How can I win on a board Played by... Continue Reading →

Pavane pour Emile

What is art? An artist who does not wrestle with this question has yet to be born as an artist, and one who has stopped, has died. A ceaseless search for the truth. Each poem a reflection, each painting a mirror, all held up to man, so that he might see his own face. Tonight,... Continue Reading →

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