aftershocks

[WyldWyl]

1.
Annihilation and Unity.

Flesh warping ribbons of bruises, fingerprint stain
Grasping, possessive, the track marks of hungry lips
narcotic, wild warm caress like ice, waves, peaking
blasting leaving lust, desire's proof warm silk and wet
dissolving within, osmosis giving light of oneness
the light is fragile, your illumination frangible else
I'd open you entire, breathe in a warm inner sea
Sweet charnel reek of tombstone flowers
of a desire esoteric commingling, entwined
like genome; sense and anti-sense together
One flesh as life to two spirits, decaying towards whole

Thus I will be safe and hidden
Cloaked, cocooned in the deepest secret inwards
Wearing your meat thus consumed
thus lost to this sweet molecular wholeness

Our want is for the truth of love, our love is not yours;
sheathed in latex, protected, laminated chrome-finished
perfection of an image not completion of a need, not enlightenment,
awakening thrust upon me like the blazing spear of light,
scouring fire of an avenging psyche, a revelation of flesh
welling up from earth, mortal fluids from the deep
and secret glands to the pure and holy touch of pure
unholy hands, which we must hide from the world in fear.

Fear of judgement sans compassion, justice born of envy
afraid of the deeper lights, deeper truths. blind, unseeing
not heeding knowledge-of-desire. Dashing my soul
on the wall of judgement, using rainbows of blood
which flow from my body, broken, bathed in
sanctimony, sweetest bliss. The blood flows forth,
drying dark and black as night and unjust, dead laws
and hate to scrawl a dying curse on the unforgiving hearts
of those who hate us, blind and blinkered


2.
Alone Before the Wall.

I am the howling spirit
Starving
Hysterical
Naked
Destroyed by the madness
Which is birthed in desire

Waxing lyrical in moonlight deep and sombre
howling in a barren waste of hate and ignorance
hoping for an oasis, needing deep, deep draughts
of you.

Nectar, belief, release, knowledge, desire, freedom
You, you, you, you, spirit of me, angel arising from the deeps
Casting of the cloak of despair and rising like the fires
Enlightening the whole wasteland with the glory of you
With the magic and the majesty of the song that's born within
Welling up from the secret hidden spaces of the body
Echoing cry, ringing orgasmic through this barren place.
From tissues atavistic and vestigial you cry!
A call to arms! The very trump of rapture!

How I have longed.
To fit with you
To make ourselves one,
More than the mere sexual, hollow, dull and echoing in tune with the void,
But that clarion call you sound to me, spiritual and pure
I will bathe in you. Marinade in exotic, inner juices
Baste myself in your soul, wear your very meat
To sweeten the smoke of my funeral pyre
One among the innumerable lost. An offering to the dancing gods
In an inverted heaven, cavorting lascivious and pure
Lords and Ladies of the delighting universe.

But first there must be fire.
No lull! No sweet post-climactic malaise,
But action, waking fire in violent frenzy!
Fire, light, blazing
In the desert at the feet of the ragged wall of judgement
We will hurl ourselves upon it!
The fire of the pyre of enlightenment
bodies of light given
to the sweet immolation and glee of vindication
I burn and am free as the winds, free of
Pain. And dancing wild, in the smoke, of the smoke,
in amongst and being the smoke, given over to it
The incense scented with flesh and desire unbound, unleashed.


3.
Awakening From Dream.

In the world I dream there is no fury, no context, no hate, no essence, no substance, no you, no me, no I.
No tumult, no meaning, no joy, no needs, no haste, no lust, no colour, no flavour, no presence.
No weight, no momentum, no semantics, no message, no history.
In the world I dream is only light, and light inevitable, and all there is is light and light is all there is. The light is the endless void and undying we. We are the light. The light is we.
Dance we now, in the light, the light dances now in us, yet our light is shared with no one, for those who are choose not to see.
Our joys are hidden, the victory of we is secret though we have no shame to dance.

But this world is cruel and impious
and the furious storm rises high, higher still and higher again
to claim more victims, more trains for more bodies
for more purity for more votes
for more security for more stupidity
for more fear for more loathing
for more protection for more prosperity
for more for more
for more for more!

4.
Anger; Being Now My Song, Immortal and One.

My song is wrath immortal! Keen lamenting without cease!
Howled in furore to the world of desolation.
Our world is ending, not in fire nor in ice
but loneliness, aching, eternal, unyielding like the very wall of judgement
the hiding of light from the night's crusade.
The very spheres of heaven come unknit and fall to shreds
The night sky that has hidden us so well rots, decays and falls
We are left alone now, no hiding, exposed, afraid
Yet fearless, for we who are one shall know no death
But the communion immortal.
Still we rage, alone against an angry god and hated.

I stand defiant, screaming, raging
Surrounded, lost already.
Yet I am numinous, the spirits of the lost like a stone wall
In vapour and crowning me like the infant god
Vedic, in the fey and twilight glories.
Welling up from my pulsing core you crown me
with your spirit. And the courage to scream aloud.

I rage against the dying of the beloved night
Velvet turned to polyurethane propynol
Flesh soft and sweet, to chromium bright and harsh
Gentle fragrant hair to blunt technological savagery
Image perfected at the cost of substance
Style exalted by the very loss of meaning
The blood of poets, rich and heady as wine
Laced with the pharmaceutical messengers of bliss
Running free and useless in the streets,
Staining the feet of the multitude crimson
Artistic, arterial scarlet.

These words are in the blood of martyrs!
Ethanol-saturated and alive with the verity of the vine,
Free now from the bondage of artery and vein
Singing their lament into the rise of a cold and impious sun.
The flowing vitae of child-god-sacrifice
Swarming with virulence, a plague for the mind
a sweltering, asphyxiating cloak of fear
These words are in the blood of martyrs. I will bathe in it
Until I swarm with disease, with killing fury
The molecular death-knell, turnkey of the gates of death.

And with naked, bloodied cock I shall doom your offspring
The needless multitudes of hungry, rapacious mouths
Spawn of fear and hate, questions asked by life
Then answered by the death I bear in every cell.
And I shall dance amidst the endless fields,
The unceasing rows of funeral fires, lungs blackened
Charred useless, rotten cancerous sacs, swollen and clotted
Bursting with pestilence from the smoke of those you loved.
Still I shall laugh joyously, through all the pain it brings me
I alone, the Bacchanalian, the death's head jester
And a one man lewd and dirty bomb.

They will not let me have you
For the fear of what we are
We shall share our sweet contagion
And make them who we are.

5.
Traps For A Tiger.

Are you a tiger or a pussy? Fight back! You now
Should have no fear, I have shown that the pains of the body
Are as nothing, yet the pain of the spirit restrained is infinite.
Heed my teachings, the autoerotic and the autodidactic.
Free yourself, leap unto the fires
In this dance of death, dance it with me
Burn for me. BURN FOR ME! I cannot burn yet.
I am the vessel of this light, I am shining
I am golden, haloed in a perfect glory, messianic
My body is light, like razor blades, come embrace me
Be sliced apart, be burnt to nothing, be loved
Consumed, desired, feasted upon, destroyed and made immortal

Don't touch me, little kitten.
You will not survive. My touch will shred your flesh
Into bloodied ribbons, used to wrap a gift of love, and light.
Light like radiation wraiths, beautiful and without mercy.
But I am no man and you will bleed to my every touch and whim
Your meat sweet in its needing of death shall feed my soul
And scent the fires of my destruction
A heady incense for the rutting ,animal gods.

I am too good at hurting, too gifted with the power
of destruction, to intimate with death.
Now where a tiger roared is only blood,
Spilled blood and deep regrets.

6.
The Good News.

I am the evangel of flesh to the squeamish.
I will promulgate my gospel written on the flayed flesh
Of unnumbered thousand bloodied tricks,
Flayed from bone, loved, cursed, exalted, damned
As we are, all the shining, glorious child-gods who dance in the light
I will hold your head down until you choke
and gag on sweet, love-sodden entrails suffused with cum and light
and drink deep of the truth of my all-consuming love.

Everything is beautiful, my fearful melancholy,
The lust that consumes all, in holocaustal desire
The fleshly light, destructive, deadly, illuminating.
Your ignorant hate, even death in its shadowed splendours
Has a beauty, primal and sinister.
The innumerable mysteries of rot,
Decaying back to the primal whole
This truth of love is ugly but transcendent.

7.
The Essence.

This then is life,
Screamed in defiance of death
This then is the love we share
Screamed all the louder
Defiant of hate, knowing only desire
Desire to live, desire of each other
Desire to live for and in each other
In this desire we are immortal
We cannot be destroyed
Even in death we endure where I could not
We persist where you would fail
We live forever, defiant of a universe
Cold, empty and hating.

In this love, defiant of all things
We embody the light itself.

8.
Last Wyl and Testament.

Heed now the words of this my testament
Let it be a sign of the covenant, and be it signed
In the blood we share, in the blood in which we bathe.

Love, I command you. Love, even if
It means destruction, whole and total
abdication of body, mind and self.

Love, I command you. Love, even if
It tears apart the whole world, to
the very rotten bleeding core.

Love, I command you. Love, even if
It is forbidden, though a thousand
empty eyes condemn you.

This shall be the pact we swear, now
at the altar of the furious desire that
drives the infinite engine of being.

[Alex Bragi]

Well, well, well, what a wonderfully wicked and warped writer you are WyldWyl. I want you to consider entering then next poetry comp.

[~faerie~]

wow. nice

[mich(Southernaccent)]

Wyld
i loved your writing..hope to see more of it.
hugs