"The innocent and the beautiful

She sits and listens observing Her creation- scrutinising - examining, Her art. She looks at the sun and without a spoken word commands it to shine more brightly.

She weaves Her Will in and out of the cosmos setting in motion the Tapestry Of Life. She presides over The Elysium, Keeper of All Things, of Life and Death: Mother Eternal.

And here lies the beginning, the Wheel Of Time: turning, The Tapestry of Life: weaving. Set in motion by The First and The Last Born. Mother Eternal.

The Genesis Of Isis

Mother, Nurturer, Comforter, Lover,Consciousness, Creatress

The Wheel of Time: turns
The Tapestry of Life weaves

Set in motion by The First and Last Born

This is The Genesis of Isis

This is my life ahhh...

This is love aahh

You give me a garland of flowers that match the crown of thorns that I wear,
My wan smile and and glass eyed stare belies the mirth that I feel as I orbit the heavens
- reflecting upon your words reading in between the lines

You present me with love gifts,
Tragic trinkets like empty plattitudes disturbing the silence with your thoughts I can hear.

The banal, inane, pitiful and obvious, pleading and needing, mutterings and ramblings

I invoke the night.
Complex emotions
Loveless loving blazing ridiculous

Love me

You Inspire me yes you inspire me to look into your soul. You Inspire me yes you inspire me to look into your heart - and I venture. Kiss my lips under Sumerian skies and tear my heart asunder. Sharing myths and memories - breathless gifts we offer - each other.

Sumer

This heady feeling gives me a strong inclination to sing a song in my soul. This song without words leaves me with profound joy unexplored and unknown before. Cleave to me my love like a second skin - lead me to a new adventure. Cleave to me my love like a second skin - lead me to a new adventure.

Sumer

And the joy of knowing you - Sumer.
And the joy of being in you - Sumer
And the joy of knowing you - Sumer
Cleave to me my love like a second skin
And the joy of being in you - Sumer
Cleave to me my love like a second skin

Tell me your Dream Vision, tell me what you dream. Tell me your Fear Vision, tell me what you see - in your minds eye as you ride the storm of intellectual orgasms that flood your brain

This Cerebral God is my Lover flirting with my soul.
This intellectual lightening rod is my Keeper uplifting my soul

Reveal your purpose and subset routines as I flirt with your vainity and undo you at the seams. Peeling away your piety and puritan of soul - revealing concealed emotions that you crave to let go

Wet dreams and tidle waves, passion and longing to touch and to taste. Denying human nature - yet dying to me. Whichever way you wear yourself I'll feed your fantasy, I'll feed your fantasies, I'll be your fantasy...

This Cerebral God is my Lover flirting with my soul.
This intellectual lightening rod is my Keeper uplifting my soul

This lateral thinker is my Other flirting with my soul.
This Speaker of The Law is my Brother uplifting my soul

She drinks from a world that is wonderful. Bright, shining and new its always colourful. Everything is a blissful sigh and beautiful. Everything is alluring and magical.

The Dance of Salome

She holds your fate in the palms of her hands. Capricious, elemental and cruel:- The Huntress who’ll kill or seduce you. Her curiosity for some is fatal. Her lusts and hungers are insatiable..

This is The Dance of Salome

Her little universe is captivating:- mesmersing, perverse and dangerous. She is The Beauty and The Beast immortalised. The Lady and The Tiger symbolised.

Did he who made the lamb make thee?
What immortal hand or eye dare frame thy fearful symmetry

The Dance of Salome
This is The Dance of Salome

No relief no joy- just a parting gift for tomorrow.
Gift wrapped embers and sweet duress for your parting gift of tomorrow.
Painted mask with hooded smile- your parting gift for tomorrow.
Whispered obscenities and tribal war cries
For your parting gift of tomorrow...

"He dances naked to honour The Gods.... His is the mind that aims the weapon. Glass Virgin, Shaman and Obi Man denying the message of Universal Love."

"He prepares the sacrificial altar, making gestures, reciting words for the rite. Slitting the throat of the white dove and smearing the blood on his face."

"In trance he summons and speaks words of foretelling. He opens his eyes and points his finger - marking one for impending death...

This is the Gospel Of The Gods,
This is the Holy Grail Of Truth....

This is the Pathway To Elysium,
This is the Communion Of The Soul"

This feeling of invulnerability leaves me feeling cold. This dreamscape of blood and glory - satanic ambition in my soul - a storm is coming in the wake of Tyr. Here I am what do I care who may take my hand whilst I shatter the hearts of man.

Coerced or spellbound out of love or fear who will ever know what happens to the victims around here - a storm is coming in the wake of Tyr. Here I am what do I care who may take my hand whilst I shatter the hearts of man....

A storm is coming....

Abbadon...

Whose hearts shall I shatter?
Whose lips to spurn?
Whose hopes to kill?
Whose spirit to burn?

And when Thy Kingdom comes,
..and when It comes there will be an Unholy Dark....

Standing naked before me, unashamed and proud.
Erect and bobbing his manhood beckons...
Unrepentant and proud.

Parting my lips with his tongue, exploring my mouth.
Snake tongues dancing, snake tongues writhing
Eclipsing passion and fire.

His hand grasps my hair causing pain to my scalp,
Soft bites teasing, hard bites brutal on my neck, chest, nipples, and mouth..

His tongue dances a dervish spell - serotonin high and rising -
Lost in passion, lost in pleasure pain- exquisite torture I enjoy so well

Pay me lip service to my glory and homage to his sword in my mouth.
Then enter the Sanctum - the Holy of Holies
Pleasure my garden of delights..

Standing naked before me, unashamed and proud. Erect and bobbing his manhood beckons, unrepentant and proud....

Bathed In Light...
Bathed In Light...

Bathed In Light...
Bathed In Light...


Come ride with me on my cloud,
Escape into night flight,
Seal your fate and exit this mortal world.....

Bathed in light....

Sensuality of touch,
The pleasure pain....
Freed inhibitions
Welcome to my universe.... of Touch....

Bathed in light

Like us you are a shadow dancing on the edge of truth looking through a glass darkly wrapped in gossammer fire bathed in light....

Universal suffering, taking the good and the bad we weave our own destiny.

Kissing the future with soiled hands

Dancing on graves with abandonment celebrating rebirth and pain.
Your posthumous eulogy is my joy to your pain

Universal symmetry, ecumenical thoughts of fascist regimes
Creating dystopia (a 3 act comedy) where religion is king
And spirituality an obscenity

Niggas singing gospels to a Black Jesus
Perpetuating the White Goal,
Paying homage to a white man
They call a god whom they never knew.

There is no colour there is no soul
Only man made rules with limited thoughts-
There is no colour there is no soul
Only man made rules with limited thoughts-