Meanderings
I saw a sword scything through space, sweeping my thoughts aside in a flutter of mesons, my Silver Machine shielding the orgone no more.
Labels: Mythos poetry
I saw a sword scything through space, sweeping my thoughts side in a flurry of mesons, my Siver Machine shielding the orgone no more with sat cit ananda blowing my defences about them
Labels: cosmic, Hawkwind, poem
The muthering ship
by Urth Angel
You require verbalised names, let it be so. Idents at this stage Howard, Valusia, Pearl. Colour schemes triune : full human this time round ; vivid viridian with dark chromatophores ; rippling pastel hues and a daintily mottled clamback. Theirs was deemed a proof of concept mission. The concept of a 'green' but 'dirty' bomb is exquisite - the re-usability cames about through the use of a substance which maintained a relative cohesion amongst the 'hot' aftermath. Of course bots did the recycling per se, out there gathering in the explosive residue of whatever isotopic compound resulted on any particular occasion (some elements were relatively stable). Reaping sufficient material for the next phase might, if they were lucky, only take months. Mostly it took on the order of years. Which gave openings for a cropful of 'Now' moments.
When Howard made love with Valusia it felt like a cross between intercourse and manual manipulation. Her body drew him in past the balls, her vaginal sac milking him as he lay within the ante-chamber to her womb. The pairing often lasted several hours. No hurry to the mating of persons. As he lay in the afterglow one of Valusia's suckered arms swept inside Valusia for hir share of the spermatazoan mix. Then the thick muscular tongue of a suckerless pair entered the beloved, the cilia tickling their lady's fancy until her eyes rolloed round once more in sweet ecstasy. "Come, come, my love." As Howard's virility rose again he took Pearl while the juice ran down. Once her congery of eggs was fertilised he withdrew and softly clipped into Valusia from behind. As he dived this way and that the unit soared in further pleasures, his tongue grazing Valusia's shell-like as her tiny flickering tongues tasted for completion, Pearl delving deep and full.
Fathers two, mothers two, persons three. One dissolving into none. Now plus future crew. Satres, Chitra, Ananta. An ever-spinning wheel.
Labels: alien sex
All that I am is lost in translation
In the deep dark depths
of the bluebell dell
all my dreamland
razed to hell
by the modern's backward glance
of viperous intent
Nimue-trapped
in my crystal cave
opaque to the desire of other
than eau naturel
echoes of "ouvrer le chien"
merde-din about me
Probity
I am the lonely lowly Worm
that you make squirm.
Tread on my head
and I'm dead, dead, dead.
But not forever,
and a day shall come
when I qlippoth my hair
"What can you do for me"
Instead of simplicity I am sometimes tempted
to be complexly human
not purely a horny angel
who missed the boat
by watching it leave
{the chariot of Manasseh
my soul care}
They confuse jewellery
with Masonry
all those years of toil
and still no bride gift.
The god I laid low
so humanity might gain status
as I rebalance
the comic scale
of their inheritance :
Malkut-Shakhinah
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2nd Light Age
I shall dance
eternal combustion
and pave the way
for poppies of
the new age
Wailing Demon Lover
We are tired
of zero love
and Its demands
in absence of succubus.
As lust's great angel fades
to grey
it's just a complicated game.
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Wishes that aren't
horses
are nightmares
riding me
The wind roaring
like the sea
" don't You know
You're life itself"
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7/4/95 "Next..."
A loveless life
lies bleeding
lovelessly.
A non-relationship
flowers deadly
undyingly.
Zombie tears
do not appear
on the surface
anymore.
"A little french company"
for any but me -
the night ends
siletly
I am The Red ;
understood by few,
rarely known by any ;
All stands in Erra
unbeknownst to the many.
If you haven't been
bored through infinity
or screamed into eternity
how can you there
contemplate the mad dogs
of divinity and
condemn them.
Your One
I comprehend so do condemn
for its lopsided
half-living paramnesiac
deviancy.
Marisl Zath
without consort
who would have thought
I would graze on the star-fields
from the fields of regret
winnowing Sekhet-Aaru
chaff not blown away
but clinging rags of former
glory and lost kingdoms
Progress locked in
adamantine agate serpentine
Al Cifr the gadfly-by-night's rumenations
I am Erra,
king of the wasteland.
I can be found wherever
there is destruction lauded,
attending the times 'Good' meets 'Evil'.
I hang around
awaiting any chance to clear the ground
for the rebirth of Balance ;
that infinitesimal knife-edge
whose scales have been heavy tipped
int error
on all previous occasions
in the here and now world
kala kali
Never coming down again
static on the Plateau of Leng
even tempered in my fine cold sin
older than mankind
My mistress' eye inflames me
to burn the dross hardening around
my seedless threadbare soul
CONTRA AURUM DIKTYO
Auricular oracular
Auriga's charioteer
crimson-hemmed
enpurpled
Emperor of Dream
which I misunderstood
as fathomless plains
unknown to man
by woman bred
to artifice unparalleled
Galactic Stormbringer thunders
Pylon upon Ossa
portal's bleedthrough
Sisyphus stoned
Sekhet-aaru
tohu e bohu
boohoo not yoohoo
yahu elohim
bene gehenna lilitu
No more tomorrow baby
fimbulvetr coming for
thee and thine
my ice ages coming
to foil our breaches
of trust everlastings
till death-size
(Wideford March 12 2004)
MATRIKALI EMBRACED
Had it had it nuit we
the longer I stay
the harder to breathe
in times remote from we
and the peoples of me
the probables overwhelm
my impossibility
and waves collapse about my solidity
a shadowing out of time .
Impotent omnipotens
the Wyrd up
sisters the Banner man
can not withhold his sting
in the face-off stakes
his beef with normality
till my hide explodes
and I'm my own transpersonal
Croesus again
Bodhi-Bound
I am open to transfinite impossibility
but none arise here
all I have is acute misperception
Prone to errant abilities
susceptible to anti-majicks
and the cloud projections of self
In my superimposition of ego states
