PART I: DARKENED LIGHTS
Light refracts through a cracked mirror
And like a mirror; light too can be broken
Each piece a part of whole
Shadows no longer what shape its boundaries
But the scars that mark its body
To one : an unruly sight
But to others: colors magnified and presented manifold
Let darkness and light meet in matrimony
And may the cracks be a memory everlasting
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PART II: BUSH-NIGHT BOOGIE
Whimpered cries and blundered ties
Hidden pools of crimson in sleepless skies
Run from the embrace of the embracer
Embrace the serpents patronage
Sealing the mothering she-camels untimely fate
Hear her cries, her horrific cries.
Remove her entrails, now's the time.
Lance her heart and be showered red
Dance in your demonic trance
The Bush takes lives new and old
And from the shadows, you see eyes gleam black and gold
Alas you’ve succumbed to a fate worse than the she-camels demise
Forevermore: Accursed soul of the serpents eyes.
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PART III: SERPENTINE LOVER
Man indeed is an oddity
A being who seeks to take the serpent its life companion
A being how foolish in their perversions:
Toxins; a sedative, aphrodisiac, hallucinogenic concoction of vice.
A dance pays not as a warning but an invitation to her pit
Her weapons mere adornments.
A lover’s kiss to which the realms merge.
Heaven and Earth
Mankind and Beast.
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PART IV: FOOL’S LOVE
A child who gets old
Is no more a man than the untamed beasts of his lusts;
Firstly glad tidings to my beloved's and to those whose hearts begin to rust;
And beloved is my sundered souls; the many I see and the few that I trust;
Who move to sounds unheard and yearn for which they cannot see;
Cursed be those who anchor their souls to worldly ties of land and sea;
Feign not as a man, I see you as three;
A child, a beast, despised merchant of shayateen.;
Don’t call to me;
You words greet me with nothing silent anguish and misery;
Let this be known as the mesmeralities of Dunya — The fool’s love of reality ;
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PART V: MOONLIT MANia
I fear the madness
From the moonlit sky
Crazed by its luster I —
Find myself a Lunatic
I fear the madness
Of the serpents toxins that borrow through the skin and into my brain
I fear the madness
Of the venom coursing its way through the fabric of my arteries and veins
I fear the madness
Of love and her cabal —
The snake and moon to which I find myself maddened .
Intoxicating venom and Celestial wonders are her gifts.
And madness, her everlasting curse.
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