Friday 19 August 2016

The Map -Maker….

Far above the clouds….
With shoulders straddling the valley of the sasquatch fires…
With tracers shining out the latitudes of fate..
Sits the map-maker of oblivions….
Ready to etch out…
The silver destiny…
Of oh so forgotten …
Whispers of lust…

Far away in the nether constellations…
Where flesh turns into stars inconspicuous
And skin dreams purple…
With the excitement of supernatural whims…
Strives the map maker of consequences…
Ready to paint out….
The craven cries trapped ..
Within the pink lips of…
Bland finity…

Far into the deep caves of insanity…
Where the minotaur roasts on virgin vigils…
And miracles turn dark…
With the luscious blood of insolent memories…
Reasons the map maker of chaotic kisses…
Rose to rose…
Necrosis to necrosis…
Feasting on the infantile hearts..
Of the still wanting…
Figuring out the logic…
Of broken identities…
And chastened sins……

Now this Mapmaker is quite snobbish….
In her arrogance..
She refuses to entertain the
Hapless spirit of the devil..
Churlish and Contentious
Superlative and pretentious…
She wants all the good things…
Only diamonds and sacrifices…
No cobalt or surprise gifts…
But i ask her this…
No strings attached….
No conditions kept..
No time limits given…
That why is she after refined profanities…
When honesty screams through her nerves…
Reaching the very mesh-pit of her vengeful memories…
Trying to entice the long claws of her redemption…
To come and devour me…
Cut me out with her sharp mandibles of corrupt
Filthy carnal desires….
And eat out my beating heart…
Wrapped in veins and bloodied ruby…
With the toxins of immortal fantasies…
And torture me…
Skin to skin…
Pulse to pulse…
So that my soul journeys far into..
The crabby mystique of voluptuous temerities..
Where there is no longer any dichotomy between the
Insanious and the much applauded sanity…
Please give a reply to my queries…
Tears flood out like that jealous tsunami…
Broke upon by the exiled fairies…
As i write this..
With  the dried platelets..
Of my drunk tourniquets…
Please with due time…
And the convenience of the rocks …
Answer my entreaty…
Otherwise set me free..
Amongst the maggots…
So that i can gnaw deep …
Into the very roots…
Of hateful..
Religious..
Ethical…
Virtuous…
Normalcy……
As my rudderless…
Crewless…
Sexless…
Sanctified…
Crucified …..
Petrified…
Stillified..
Wilting ship…
Rumbles through…
The motherless…
Brutality of numb reality…

Say something Oh Mapmaker…
The secret love..
And the last wish..
Of Mary Magdalene…

My thoughts...

The Map -Maker….

Far above the clouds….
With shoulders straddling the valley of the sasquatch fires…
With tracers shining out the latitudes of fate..
Sits the map-maker of oblivions….
Ready to etch out…
The silver destiny…
Of oh so forgotten …
Whispers of lust…

Far away in the nether constellations…
Where flesh turns into stars inconspicuous
And skin dreams purple…
With the excitement of supernatural whims…
Strives the map maker of consequences…
Ready to paint out….
The craven cries trapped ..
Within the pink lips of…
Bland finity…

Far into the deep caves of insanity…
Where the minotaur roasts on virgin vigils…
And miracles turn dark…
With the luscious blood of insolent memories…
Reasons the map maker of chaotic kisses…
Rose to rose…
Necrosis to necrosis…
Feasting on the infantile hearts..
Of the still wanting…
Figuring out the logic…
Of broken identities…
And chastened sins……

Now this Mapmaker is quite snobbish….
In her arrogance..
She refuses to entertain the
Hapless spirit of the devil..
Churlish and Contentious
Superlative and pretentious…
She wants all the good things…
Only diamonds and sacrifices…
No cobalt or surprise gifts…
But i ask her this…
No strings attached….
No conditions kept..
No time limits given…
That why is she after refined profanities…
When honesty screams through her nerves…
Reaching the very mesh-pit of her vengeful memories…
Trying to entice the long claws of her redemption…
To come and devour me…
Cut me out with her sharp mandibles of corrupt
Filthy carnal desires….
And eat out my beating heart…
Wrapped in veins and bloodied ruby…
With the toxins of immortal fantasies…
And torture me…
Skin to skin…
Pulse to pulse…
So that my soul journeys far into..
The crabby mystique of voluptuous temerities..
Where there is no longer any dichotomy between the
Insanious and the much applauded sanity…
Please give a reply to my queries…
Tears flood out like that jealous tsunami…
Broke upon by the exiled fairies…
As i write this..
With  the dried platelets..
Of my drunk tourniquets…
Please with due time…
And the convenience of the rocks …
Answer my entreaty…
Otherwise set me free..
Amongst the maggots…
So that i can gnaw deep …
Into the very roots…
Of hateful..
Religious..
Ethical…
Virtuous…
Normalcy……
As my rudderless…
Crewless…
Sexless…
Sanctified…
Crucified …..
Petrified…
Stillified..
Wilting ship…
Rumbles through…
The motherless…
Brutality of numb reality…

Say something Oh Mapmaker…
The secret love..
And the last wish..
Of Mary Magdalene…

My thoughts...

     El Mapa -maker ....

Muy por encima de las nubes ....
Con los hombros a caballo entre el valle de los incendios sasquatch ...
Con trazador que brilla a cabo las latitudes del destino ..
 Se sienta el mapa de decisiones de los olvidos ....
Listo para grabar a cabo ...
El destino de plata ...
De ah tan olvidado ...
Susurros de la lujuria ...

Muy lejos, en las constelaciones inferiores ...
Donde la carne se convierte en estrellas discretos
Y la piel de color púrpura sueña ...
Con la emoción de caprichos sobrenaturales ...
Se esfuerza por el fabricante de mapa de consecuencias ...
Listo para pintar a cabo ....
El Craven llora atrapado ..
Dentro de los labios de color rosa de ...
finity Bland ...

Lejos en las profundas cavernas de la locura ...
Donde los asados minotauros en vigilias vírgenes ...
Y los milagros se oscurecen ...
Con la sangre deliciosa de recuerdos insolentes ...
Razones del fabricante de mapa de besos caóticos ...
Se elevó a rosa ...
Necrosis a la necrosis ...
Un festín con los corazones infantiles ..
Del todavía quieren ...
Averiguar la lógica ...
De roto identidades ...
Y pecados escarmentados ......

Ahora bien, este Mapmaker es bastante snob ....
En su arrogancia ..
Ella se niega a considerar la
espíritu desgraciado del diablo ..
Duro y de lo Contencioso
Superlativa y pretencioso ...
Ella quiere que todas las cosas buenas ...
Sólo los diamantes y los sacrificios ...
No hay cobalto o regalos sorpresa ...
Pero yo le pregunto a este ...
Sin ataduras….
No hay condiciones mantienen ..
No hay límites de tiempo dado ...
Por eso es que después de blasfemias refinado ...
Cuando la honestidad grita a través de sus nervios ...
Al llegar a la malla muy a cielo de sus recuerdos de venganza ...
Tratar de atraer a las largas garras de su redención ...
Para venir a devorarme ...
Cortar me fuera con sus afiladas mandíbulas de corruptos
deseos carnales sucias ....
Y comer mi corazón que late ...
Envuelto en las venas y el rubí ensangrentada ...
Con las toxinas de fantasías inmortales ...
Y torturarme ...
Piel con piel…
Impulso a impulso ...
Así que mis alma viaja lejos en ..
La mística de mal humor de temerities voluptuosas ..
Donde ya no hay ninguna dicotomía entre la
Insanious y la muy aplaudida la cordura ...
Por favor, dar una respuesta a mis preguntas ...
Las lágrimas inundan de esa manera tsunami celosa ...
Se rompió sobre por las hadas exiliados ...
Mientras escribo esto ..
Con las plaquetas secas ..
De mis torniquetes ebrios ...
Por favor, con su debido tiempo ...
Y la conveniencia de las rocas ...
Responde a mi súplica ...
De lo contrario me puso en libertad ..
Entre los gusanos ...
De modo que pueda roer profunda ...
En las raíces mismas ...
De odio ..
Religioso..
Ético…
Virtuoso…
Normalidad……
Como mi timón ...
Sin tripulación ...
Asexuado…
Santificado ...
Crucificado ... ..
Petrificado ...
Stillified ..
marchitamiento nave ...
Retumba a través ...
El huérfano de madre ...
La brutalidad de la realidad adormecida ...

Decir algo ... Oh Mapmaker
El amor secreto ..
Y el último deseo ..
De María Magdalena ...

Mis pensamientos..
The Map -Maker….

Far above the clouds….
With shoulders straddling the valley of the sasquatch fires…
With tracers shining out the latitudes of fate..
Sits the map-maker of oblivions….
Ready to etch out…
The silver destiny…
Of oh so forgotten …
Whispers of lust…

Far away in the nether constellations…
Where flesh turns into stars inconspicuous
And skin dreams purple…
With the excitement of supernatural whims…
Strives the map maker of consequences…
Ready to paint out….
The craven cries trapped ..
Within the pink lips of…
Bland finity…

Far into the deep caves of insanity…
Where the minotaur roasts on virgin vigils…
And miracles turn dark…
With the luscious blood of insolent memories…
Reasons the map maker of chaotic kisses…
Rose to rose…
Necrosis to necrosis…
Feasting on the infantile hearts..
Of the still wanting…
Figuring out the logic…
Of broken identities…
And chastened sins……

Now this Mapmaker is quite snobbish….
In her arrogance..
She refuses to entertain the
Hapless spirit of the devil..
Churlish and Contentious
Superlative and pretentious…
She wants all the good things…
Only diamonds and sacrifices…
No cobalt or surprise gifts…
But i ask her this…
No strings attached….
No conditions kept..
No time limits given…
That why is she after refined profanities…
When honesty screams through her nerves…
Reaching the very mesh-pit of her vengeful memories…
Trying to entice the long claws of her redemption…
To come and devour me…
Cut me out with her sharp mandibles of corrupt
Filthy carnal desires….
And eat out my beating heart…
Wrapped in veins and bloodied ruby…
With the toxins of immortal fantasies…
And torture me…
Skin to skin…
Pulse to pulse…
So that my soul journeys far into..
The crabby mystique of voluptuous temerities..
Where there is no longer any dichotomy between the
Insanious and the much applauded sanity…
Please give a reply to my queries…
Tears flood out like that jealous tsunami…
Broke upon by the exiled fairies…
As i write this..
With  the dried platelets..
Of my drunk tourniquets…
Please with due time…
And the convenience of the rocks …
Answer my entreaty…
Otherwise set me free..
Amongst the maggots…
So that i can gnaw deep …
Into the very roots…
Of hateful..
Religious..
Ethical…
Virtuous…
Normalcy……
As my rudderless…
Crewless…
Sexless…
Sanctified…
Crucified …..
Petrified…
Stillified..
Wilting ship…
Rumbles through…
The motherless…
Brutality of numb reality…

Say something Oh Mapmaker…
The secret love..
And the last wish..
Of Mary Magdalene…

My thoughts...