| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 2/23/2008 1:28:21 AM | upon the back of Sleipnir does he ride
from Asgard to Hel
and in Midgard does he stride.
upon Yggradsil did he hang
sacrificing sight into a well
for vision through ravens, wolves, and eight legged mustang
not prankster nor aesir nor frost giant either
but a Allfather was he
asking not a dime from idolatrous tithers. | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 2/23/2008 1:56:21 AM | Come Odin! Grandfather hear my call
Come swift and share your blessed eyes with me
That I might share your wisdom
Walk with me one more time
As in the days when watery grave announced
The claiming of a dear friend
As ancestors called him home
And his grandfather came for him
Sat I upon the waters
Agony screaming down my too long waited cheeks
And there sat you beside me
LOST in the forests deep
Unheeding eyes knew not the path to home
And yet
You guided me
Guide me now oh great one
I summon the wolf
To walk once more beside me
That in his graceful shadow
My own footsteps then
Shall dwell | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 2/23/2008 2:06:11 AM | | JAX, you are in my head! Moments before you posted this I was pondering the Pyre of Baldur, you truly are a witchy woman. LOL. | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 2/23/2008 2:22:16 AM | Maybe the other way around. Every word of what I wrote is true. Real event.
October of 2000. But bringing 'me' to 'now'.
Hail kinsmen all
Who know the stormy seas
Who've seen the frost giants with their very own eyes
And yet stood there on sturdy knees
Hail Norsemen
For our blood runs deep
With ancients we ever dwell
And for those who would destroy us, be warned
We've already trod through Hell
Also true...HELL is actually in Norway and the goddess HELLA (after which it was named) is one of our deities | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 2/23/2008 4:02:10 AM | Goodnight Lunar
Been a pleasure writing on some of the old stuff and ways
And also being in the company of kinsmen
thank you
See you on the other side of the sun
Sove godt og magne klemmer
(sleep well)
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 2/23/2008 1:02:17 PM | Barking at Walls
Barking at Walls,
Madmen discover real love
Love for empty nothingness filled with joy of void
Walking the Plank. Languid
And seemingly unaware or indifferent
Plumeted ! Splash! Gurgle!
Into a crack in the Earth
“What a strange ship” the living dead man thought
Filled with enslaved emaciated mystics
And emancipated obese paupers,
Yet not an Argonaut among them
“Why sail over land, wouldn’t the bus be simpler?”
And I – the Supernaut,
Hidden deep in the earth
locked away from the vast unknown celestial blanket.
Stifled and Stupored by Superfilous Sh*t | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 2/23/2008 7:07:11 PM | and the grandfathers who rode
cross skies with goated chariots
now spake
thunderous in demeanour
sounds of approaching hooves
and wheels that grind the very stars to dust
MEN who hearing
raised not their eyes to the heavens
lest they glimpse the might of Thor
mighty Tore who shouts the very winds
and with his mighty hammer
strikes the clouds
as heavens roar
lesser men who dared to glimpse
to gaze upon the face of HE
.....seen no more
hail grandfathers
and well spake
"Hail to the speaker,
Hail to the knower,
Joy to him who has understood,
Delight to those who have listened" | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 2/23/2008 8:09:20 PM |
Plumeted ! Splash! Gurgle!
Into a crack in the Earth
I felt swallowed...whole. Well done!
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 2/24/2008 1:43:04 PM | Probably a bit off topic but it definetly a spawning of the maelstrom, just having fun, take it for what its worth, twist it around chew it up and spit it back out.
tips hat to Jax. ahehehehehhehe
and thnx Sophie for the above. jump on in.
Serenity’s Strangulation
If Lizzy Borden and Willie Wonka
had an illegitimate child
on Cloud 9
above a brothel
in the Land of OZ
would they name it
Destiny’s Apocalypse
or Beauty Regurgitated
or just take a jaunt down to
Syphilitic Lucidity’s 24 Hour House of Abortion
Who would secretly sell it to the highest bidders of ill repute?
Possibly to two swingin specters
William s Burroughs and Hunter s Thompson
And their nanny – a nun turned prostitute. | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 2/28/2008 5:08:45 PM | Heart of beast regresses to the shadows
to drink a vile vial of the accursed.
Concocted from blood of forsaken martyr,
Saliva of tongueless wolf
& lone tear from blinded crone.
Stirred with claw from Ancient Wyrm.
& poured from an emotional typhoon
Destined to destroy that which it cleansed
a collaborative effort with Sunoir
work in progress | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 2/28/2008 5:34:58 PM | thnx Jax, been missing you around here.
Please, bring us some more of your intriquing works.
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 2/28/2008 5:40:14 PM | Silence in echoes show
days of delirium grow
accursed mind in treachery
currents rise and swell
heed the rage toll the bell
cancerous the voids tide
carrion sail cross the Styx
barriers of bones turned sticks
banshee choler a ancient tune
vile the death upon such ruin
accursed mind in treachery
enter the coiled grasped sea
utter torment unleashed
Hierophant joins the feast
expounder mystagogue trest
flagellant the flames rise to test
play rankly at will for none rest
abyss perdition’s infernal pit
judgment waits its call to sit | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/1/2008 12:46:05 PM | To Teach Cheese The Art of Exploration
Dark Rats march down the hallway biting holes in the sky,
laughing as their tails whip the walls.
They bounce back from No Return.
Never forget Dogs walk backward when seen thru Red Mirrors.
Knife the Night howled the Son!
Who Riddled this Law is unknown,
at least by all except Broken Windows and the Green Mystic Vase.
They see everything we forgot to hear.
For why would they let on as to what they are
the new Socialists on the block,
just ask Pres. Stalin bout the new bubonic plague,
He provided the fruit; for we all know
the poor rats aint Beavers, trees don’t suffice for their diet.
Course, what rat needs a diet, now their fleas maybe
But on Freudian blood from the Tails of Nutra Mothers
Such a long swathing tail, breaking the desert ground
Making room for Oasis’s, Pools of Tainted Love
Wells of mushroom tea by which Jezebel Mother Mary sat
And prophesized to Alice at.
In Wonderland, Jesus washed their feet with his tongue
And those of mongrel dogs galloping in from Gommorah.
To teach cheese the art of exploration.
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/7/2008 6:43:31 PM | Thanks for the invite Mr. Luney (you don't mind if I call u that do ya'?....if ya do, it's kinda' too late...i believe it's already stuck)..The writes of you and the rest paint pictures I can only dream of painting....
A plain ole poet
with ADD
I was gonna say somethin' profound
"Hey look at THAT tree."
I love trees that grab me
forcing my imagination to roam
It's odd how places foreign
are the ones
that
I
call
home
I feel like I should paint a picture...
But alls I got is crayons.
(nice place ya got here  ) | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/8/2008 1:23:40 PM | With burnt sierra and charcoal from Ash
the backdrop is set.
May your colours swirl a vivid picture,
wether in crayola or molten gold,
matter not
if bourn from a true artisian heart.
So just dip the tips in Phoenix fire
and mind not the burns from its sparks.
(thanx fer the inspiration Ash )
(ps. and may you dream in technicolor 9 cast thru a prism of grandest delight) | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/9/2008 1:26:35 AM | (just tying up another loose thread)
Mad Libs Written on the Dried Stomach Lining of Bezelbub
Intrepid wanderings stained by the Brush of Destiny
during a brush w/ Destiny.
Lost angels on the Forbidden Pilgramage
take a hiatus to writhe in drippings from frothing gargoyles
off the cavernous floor in the Chamber of Vampiric Butterflies
Fanged Beauties who’s Wings are splatter painted
by the Lifeflow of their Ultimate Victim - Purity.
(When Purity is gnashed up, swallowed, & then excreted - is that not the naissance of Love?)
How Hungry are You?
and will it bind your bowels as it has loosened these vowels.
... Some Paths are never revealed
THEY MUST BE EXCAVATED!
Dug up and devoured like ghastly moths
which have received enlightenment
and flutter out from a decaying succubus,
winding down the Spiral Staircase to Netherrealm,
disturbing 'Aetheral Elders best left | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/9/2008 1:32:09 AM | We Are
a musical note wrapped around a question mark
skewered by Poseidon’s trident
and hidden in Pandora’s box
perpetuating the preposterous potential
of prolonged sensual sensory enhightenment | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/9/2008 9:28:38 AM | or--------------------------------------
we are
the ones who did not fit in -
who live in towers of song,
shackled by vapid narcissists
who tote their portable Nietzsche
trying so hard to find the thing unseen.
LISTEN HARD
There is no subject
no Master.
Your opaque eye roving
oer this page
is bloodshot,
tearing on the roughness of night.
You move the rock
fascinated with the critter
spiraling in fear.
Someone Screams: THERE IS NO SAFE PLACE!!
And it becomes essential to
contemplate all things at the
very moment that all meaning abandons them,
when life becomes this pointless loosening
this spooring down
of yellow dust -
From your tower
nothing is significant.
Not the scream
echoing off your wall
nor the fear you feel
that the critter will find the steps
to your tower
and you realize
you are not
safe either.
The dust of you shivers.
How razor clean is fear -
Immaculate perception,
every mote in motion
and now significant
the spoors blossom
unfolding on your eye.
Oh how we love the
smallest thing alive | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/9/2008 11:54:43 AM | That is the colour of love
Translucent - to look through
To untouchable view
of the feelable sort
The breath a child takes when arriving in mother's arms
In between sobs
The feeling of true understanding
Upon dropping all of our charms. | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/9/2008 2:45:17 PM | the pendulum is a broken splintered pitchfork wrapped in barbed wire
angst is a shrapnel bomb in a tar pit
I feel as a lost puzzle piece coated in napalm
Flaming
Fluttering in the breeze
over an orchid planted in toxic waste
providing nectar for African Death bees.
(incomplete but tired of tinkering w/ it)
(Ash, what a closing line, soo moving, kudos!)
(welcome back Swan, very profound) | |
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| Rainbow Crowned Maelstrom
Posted: 3/9/2008 4:15:53 PM | I was gonna find it or die
Scream, or cry
Tell the truth, or a lie
Wondered around without possession..
Insanity, my hearts only one, true, confession
So I screamed AND i cried
The truth I found within the lies
of others
And I was found by my mother
Heartache I couldn't say
Tears I couldn't hear
a touch I hadn't fealt in so long....
and through fear
I found
peace. | |
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