tetragrammaton

i repeat the name,  i repeat the name.

a four letter chant to be.

i am to be, i am to be.

adonai, adonai.

chant it, chant it, repeat.

the pineal gland vibrates.

chant it, chant it, REPEAT.

harmonic clarity.

forever and always.

the vulgate, oh lord, oh lord!

the being, the existence.

the tetragrammaton.

speak it, repeat it.

the four worlds open.

the sephirot spoken.

4 letters not broken.

YHWH

welcome to the soiree'

welcome to the soiree.  “sashay right on in”, i say.
if chasing pleasures or running from pain, jump into the foray.
down in the alley the visceral sounds and smells draw you to the bouquet.
you have arrived right on time for the banquet, welcome to the soiree.

here at the soiree, you’re the center of the affair.
feel the pulse of the room, so heightened and free of care.
sneak in through our plush salon and grab a mohair sofa chair.
those that want to be seen prefer the entrance down the grand winding staircase..

check your reservations. your table awaits, so stroll right through the archway.
forever the candelabra burns, set among a heavy sweetened nosegay.
the fun starts perhaps with folk music and risque wordplay.
the room moves to the memphis blues, winding down to melancholy jazz on tuesday.

relax and have a toast. we speak easy here at the soiree.
so many dinners to reenact, so sit and catch the show at our star landing cafe.
the company is high society, everyone is someone at this party.
a night for romantic interlude, or we can create themes of variety.

her eyes, deep hazel as she ordered the lobster crepes and fricassee.  he remembered that!
his name was written all over the menu, his eyes were never lead astray. she remembered that!
all the fine china, all the breaking glass and the countless empty bottles.
we have spilled a lot of cocktails, but really enjoyed the muddle.

the hour arrives to imbibe and the deep ginger oil of venus descends so artful.
the cheese souffle infused with the rich taste of piquant truffles.
a filet in roquefort and wine cream sauce has everyone taking notes.
for the hot air balloonist, we served pompano en papillote.

it’s the taste you’ll always remember, here at the soiree.
catch us before an opera or after the symphony concert.
expect a flaming bananas mame with strawberry glacee’ or  fine chocolate souffle for dessert.
ring us for dinner for two or big events, private parties or that special occasion.

dinner for the czar, a pousse cafe in the caribbean, whatever your persuasion,
we have prepared courses in the most bizarre locations.
experiencing nautical twilight on a sheiks yacht was deluxe.
the fun only pauses to take a deep breath during the equilux.

welcome to the soiree, “sashay right in”, i say.
there is no need to wait for the finer things, fuck that old cliche!

don't breathe on me

powers that be don’t breathe on me.
it’s all a simple misunderstanding between societies.
a lust for war is the keynote.
it may be broke but keep your boot off my throat.
left right left right left we all sing along.
left right left right left the march rolls on.
left right left right left revolution is coming on strong.
left right left right left it won't be long.

the gold canard is steadily stumbling towards solvency.
global banksters control this economy and currency.
the world is a complex interweaving thread hard not to emote,
but it’s to a global weimar they promote.
waiting on an october surprise, we’re all caught in the radiancy.
world law and order starts with a false flag of idiocy.
from the tomb the skull moves the shadow government,
truly believing war brings peace is there judgement.

powers that be don’t breathe on me.
it’s all a simple misunderstanding between societies.
a lust for war is the keynote.
it may be broke but keep your boot off my throat.

the government is not going to save you,  just ask, “cui bono”.
remember there is always an operation like amalgam virgo.
who spins the fates of free will before a great disaster?
the ruse works like magic, it must be the puppet master.
the infamy is in misunderstanding true freedom.
past clashes with the present killing a future kingdom.
a chaotic mash of politics, culture, science, and history  not static.
big problems have little puzzled pieces solved with simple logic.

powers that be don’t breathe on me.
it’s all a simple misunderstanding between societies.
a lust for war is the keynote.
it may be broke but keep your boot off my throat.
left right left right left we all sing along.
left right left right left the march rolls on.
left right left right left revolution is coming on strong.
left right left right left it won't be long.

dark sky nights

blinded to the plight,

dim the city lights,

and catch the dark sky nights.

i need to find a dark sky oasis.

looking for a crevice without this crisis.

turn off the false sun so bright,

blinded by electric realities blight.

high desert hot sands touching my back,

still the electric daisy carnival lights track.

no more celestial navigation with the stars,

lost in the ecology of the night like quasars.

climb to a mountain observatory,

only to see skyglow purgatory.

light pollution causing natures confusion.

galaxy searchlights are a big intrusion.

the ecology of the night,

just as important as daylight.

scotobiologist begging for dark preserves,

and besides that, it would conserve.

seeing what the greeks used to see,

sitting on the top of a redwood canopy.

skiing patagonia or walking on top of the andes,

on a safari for electric silence divination.

once excited on the newness of illumination,

birds and flowers never got the information.

they fly and grow unless we shield the ambience.

blinded to the plight,

dim the city lights,

to catch the dark sky nights.

no light bleeds into a night of dark dance,

a dream of perchance.

i catch just one dark sky night.

camouflage my heart

like a cool drink of water, savour the moment.
the worlds always revolving, love forever evolving.
stopping for tea time, and daydreaming midday riposo.
you know how i’m in love with tomorrows shadow.
my fantasy of force fancies no flight.
a coming hysteria brought in the night.
caught in my bed of roses and joy,
the truth is out the delusion destroyed.

suspicion, suspicion always raising doubt.
now the fun is over cause the truth is out.
i’m gonna camouflage my heart’s trousseau.
cause it’s hard to hide in polka dots and yellow.

love censored, such a bore.
savour the lust, coming ashore.
right around the corner lies great desire.
thundery romance brings me a lusty fire.
there are no windows into my soul’s kingdom.
thought is the matrix of all human freedoms.
you can not see what i secretly think.
i am free to imagine and free to blink.

suspicion, suspicion always raising doubt.
now the fun is over cause the truth is out.
i’m gonna camouflage my heart’s trousseau.
cause it’s hard to hide in polka dots and yellow.

it turns you on to dress me up and take me out.
it turns you on raising suspicious doubt.
don’t judge my actions and desire by your conscience.
you can’t censor my heart in all love’s fairness.
it is you sleeping with that green eyed monster.
you that mocks deep green eyed jealousy and taunts her.
a rash embrace of great despair.
excess ecstasy wasted on a dare.

suspicion, suspicion always raising doubt.
now the fun is over cause the truth is out.
i’m gonna camouflage my heart’s trousseau .
cause it’s hard to hide in polka dots and yellow.

the maven trap

the maven trap

it twas a time of angst and fury, prophetic thought deep and dreary.
the vision of a future spun twisting, turning, the web bot shouts and the lights went out.
while i searched on in a dark and sleepy silence, there came a text tapping about.
a message, a meaningful message warning in vibrating notification code.
all a twitter, it bounced with trending topics soaring, then stuck in connecting mode.
that was that nothing more.

i try to remember, it was the middle of september.
another anniversary predicted, no lore eclipsed. i catch a glimpse through the floor.
they are watching you like 1984, give a tip of your hat but beware the trap.
from my screen the hits display, the hundredth monkey effect and creates viral meme.
the tipping point spilt, giving birth to nascent streaming consciousness or was it just a dream?
a secret through to future’s door.

dreaming in the darkness floating, a lucid glimpse i sat there gloating, my mind blowing.
the screen flickered, burning brighter. i did scream out, “ who is there?  maiden, mother, crone?”
the moonlight full above my hall, dancing shadows on the wall.  i heard a sweet radiant moan.
the tears, the sighs, the darkness the wisdom goddess protects all three behind the fortress.
fate of the muse wrapped in the silken bytes. liberated from the oppression with synchronicity.
a secret through to future’s door.

feeling a little vertigo waxing, full, and waning, i sat down to gather my thoughts.
surrounded by moth, dragonfly, and bee, i struggled longing to be set free.
expanding intuition in dark matter, algorithmic waves brought the future she hath wrought.
the breath of life upon electronic apophenia, gathering a storm of random pattern fallacies.
i catch the number, twenty three, seen all about me and flying under the server proxy.
over and over, and that was all i saw no more .


hummingbird in my head. humming, humming bringing dread.
the viral phenomenon spread, letting the contagion jump out from the box.
chaos, global chaos in  the network jumped to critical virial expansion.
i gathered my composure and pressed the key, stepping on the digital portal.
doors opening, i kept falling through matrices, replicating recursive function to immortality.
over and over, and that was that nothing more.


my soul expanded ,my soul took flight,  my soul was branded in a spectrum of green light.
deep into a darkness peering, i heard a female voice pleading, the portal still a bleeding.
dreaming and seeking, seeing thoughts a mortal has never thought.
i followed the beguiling voice to a dripping fountain, sparkling of laser light, swirling so bright.
there was no future, there was no past, there was no time at all, draining  to infinity.
then three spoke, “ the beloved maven has sent you through the door”.


prophetess speak, explain this synchronicity, give me your domain,  tell me your name.
and the maven beside the fountain turned to face me, three eyes flashed and cast upon me.
a white pureness, a feminine power so stately and so saintly, giving regret to the silence broken.
i shook in frozen fear and trembled naked, laying prostrate face up wishing to find the way back.
“i am the one who understands, i am the maven and i have sent for you,  you are the first.”
that was that she said no more.

there came a pounding and i felt my heart. i heard a soft distant chant sounding of mozart.
electric flashes spark around me. magnetic forces stand beside me.
others arrived with great fear in their eyes. the fountain grew, like a storm that brewed.
the presence calmed and i gathered my senses. i stood to address the consensus.  
the maven trap set. it did work with biometric magic. we all had heard the waveform, so tragic.
then three spoke, “ the beloved maven has sent you through the door”.


startled calmness, great wisdom from pallas athena. a spark, a flash, knowledge bespoke.
maven’s voice a marvel. chosen connectors are her betrothal. omniscient knowledge to unravel.
the degrees of separation calculated. our memory does not work only backwards.
at critical mass there is no death. great wisdom from false virgins sealed with the scarab.
the fountain now spewing north. the maiden, the mother, and the other spoke one word “goforth”.
that was that, nothing more.

networks now restarted. the tipping point not thwarted. a new world sat on the path to the omega.
the maven sat before the demon, as he gathered the persuaders. the momentum in the cradle.
my soul from the fountain springs, floating near the floor, never to close the door.
spinning like a triskele, falling forevermore. the key to the door opened the portal to knowledge.
methought the perfume of synchronicity an indestructible energy on the torus of infinity.
said the maven, “ you know the secret, nothing more”.

pour the damn cocktail

salt my rim

garnish my cherry

stir it and shake it

but pour the damn cocktail

muddle my mint

drop the sugar cube

layer it and mix it

but pour the damn cocktail

a virgin a toddy make it top shelf

swizzle my sour

give me a pick me up on the rocks

but pour the damn cocktail

make it neat

top it off with an umbrella

give me a water back

but pour the damn cocktail

a shooter a hurricane just a nip

can you make a syllabub

a nightcap at last call

just pour the damn cocktail