🔷 Marmoris
The artist a soul hungry feverishly feeding a greedy canvas the pigments of eternity A fleeting glimpse of elusive perfection Pieces torn from the swirling vortex of creation by the sheer force of imagination Upon the surface of a broken existence an imperfect reflection Ever a piece missing In the blinding light the artist incomplete in an endless fight against the dark temptation of sweet oblivion
. . . by Tanmay Philip
Gurus walking the streets Hungry for lean meat Hungry for treats Standing by the doomsayer For the photo-shoot They need a good contrast “Run fast! Don’t look back!” When the storm comes raging In Armageddon City Screams the mad soul While the gurus offer Awakening For their daily wages Self proclaimed sages Offering medical degrees But never for free While the lunatic screams Flee! Flee! From this city Ignore him please And welcome To Armageddon City […]
Armageddon City
As for me … I’m on safari, fleeing Armageddon City.
Rest in peace dear Tanmay
ISIS of CRISIS
It now seems
so very long ago
I travelled
that tempestuous path
blessed by the wrath
of a jealous Osiris
that led to Har Məgīddō
where I first met Isis
the serene queen
of my karmic crisis
torn from a dream
at the frenzied height
of a broken séance
There at the Mirage Oasis
she laid in wait
bare naked
her voluptuous form
born of the Nile
Greeting me in style
with her crystalline smile …
“Hello Sailor!
Any port in a storm?”
. . . A Christmas Blessing
Getting fat on bottle AND boob! 🍼 😎
~ A Subversive Opus by Cara
I love the broken
I love the fall from grace
I love the out of sync
I love the mess
and the mud
and the doubt
and the dirt
I make love to failure
And asymmetry
and the just-a-little, little off
I love the missed details
And the mistaken
I love the lost
I love the forgotten
I love the spilled
And the leaking
I pray for the hopeless […]
Right
In a former life
One of chaos and disorder
Through a cosmic haze
Of bloodshed and strife
I well remember
A pilgrimage metaphysical
Seeking wisdom ancient
And knowledge mystical
From a secret agent
By the mythical code name
Brainwave Alpha
“First … you need learn how to fly,
if indeed, you wish to kiss the sky.”
An Olympic Heartbreak (Redux)
In a time of epic turmoil
and unsurpassable bliss
I once had this fair goddess
my diaphanous lover
from far off Mount Olympus
Was it all that wrong?
She knew how to play
my favourite song
upon her golden lyre
setting my heart on fire
with unquenchable desire
all night long
… sealed with a kiss and a warrant
He fly da vulture
He do stranger danger
He swamp da monster
He got winner envy
He lose by plenty (last time)
He cry loudly “Mummy!”
He da sunshine faker
He look orange monkey
He red carpet bagger
He da posse grabber (?)
He dat hound dog’s brother
He da Beastie’s bestie
Be dat Rosemary’s baby
He one mother trucker
David Redpath 