DELIGHT OF THE MIDNIGHT ROSE, 午夜玫瑰的喜悅


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Soft desires I can trace
Back to the lap of Roses who
Sing away with secret smiles
For whispers of their softest limbs
Whimpering for petals that say

Touch my cheek, pet my soul
When thy little heart doth wake
For this light shall break
On this womb, this womb that makes
A Rose as sweet, Red like the Lioness

Red like the sacred flesh
Soft desires fragrant like the whole
The Rose that sets love on fire
From a hungry gorge, the pit, the abyss
Terror of the divine form embraced

The Rose’s thorns, furnace sealed
A hungry Rose that lingers secretly
For the touch of a woman’s hand
The rose is not fair without the beloved’s face
Lips that like to sugar, grace like a flower
That sways, in the breeze, for mirth and feast.

Broken Love of the World Government


My holy ghost takes a million forms
The lives of others, I could be them
Their Emanations far within
Stir me to identity, arch-empathy

Flowing in my blood, my specter
Holds me there, weeping incessantly
For the cruelty of the mortal world
Where beasts guard their gold

With the pride and scorn of ruthless tricks
Bereaved of soul, embittered by inhumane love
They crown their shuddering fears
With riches and totalitarian control

The broken love of the centuries lives on
With transgressions of the worst of crimes
The sin of the powerful is that they
Would have us all as slaves

These are the tempests of our times
Whereversoever thou doest go
You are watched, played to be
Pawns in their beds, harlots in their graves.

It Was a Quiet Way


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I am a soul at the white heat of time
My spirit the symbol of the finer forge
That loves more the blaze

Of designated light, than the forms
That trickle here, trickle there
I am the last body of the village of paradise

A generation baptized by universal themes
One port from a billion destinations
The frequency of the architect-gardener

I’ve been to Heaven’s ruby paths
Swam in her dawn-oceans of blazing dew
I felt the charity of atoms, and smiled

At the qbits of smart destinies
My last refuge was the diamond snow
That saw everything as a gift of life.