Elegy to Cerberus

Today... yesterday... tomorrow ... ~ Time has no meaning... no relevance...
The Rearview mirror obliterates... effaces... the landscape of the Uplands' Meadows:
the sunshine is gone...
when she is gone, the sunshine disappears.
there is only darkness. there is no sunshine. no... no.. no...!!!
I have this life... and i have to compose something good...!???

Yet Cerberus beckons me... he solicits me... to immerse in the duality evident in Man and Woman.

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i must travel over untrodden ground alone... without my Muse... i am unable to acquire inspiration...
i am unable to smell her scents...
i am unable to penetrate her psyche.

i am not on this terrestial realm... plane... i have entered the next One...

Cerberus awaits me... he beckons me...

i feel no pain...

i finally feel no pain.

i have been dazed and confused...

Today: i am no longer in disarray...

Cerberus beckons me... ~ i respond in kind...

i have~ i must~ progress beyond this terrestial plane; value does not rest Here.
It is in the Other Kingdom.
It is beyond this mortal frame.
It is beyond the sensations of this
realm.

I must be like the Stoics...
i will be like the Stoics...
i must refuse all.
i will relinquish my five Personas... they will become obsolete.

i will die Here...
And be the Lazarus i have refused to be...
i will solicit Thanatos... He will be gentle... he will soothe my pain...
Hypnos will proffer to me those sweet nectars...
Ye Gods... Ye Goddesses...
i anticipate Ye sweet analgesic properties...
i will imbibe them... slowly... i anticipate the Last Drop...
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Although the Gulf of Mexico and its indigenous peoples must endure the Black Gold,
i will transcend this realm.
BP will superimpose its Golden Tender as i transcend the mundane... the horror...
the exploitation that is Capitalism~ the M@#&*?%...
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Thus, i will be ready for Cerberus who awaits me...
He beckons...
He prompts me to reject all the terrestial vices...desires: Eros
He whets my imagination with other metaphysical seeds...
i will acquiesce...
i will accept disarray...chaos... Thanatos...

Dusk to Dawn with Morpheus

i dream... i die... i sleep, with a light but the burden is heavy...

i die... i dream... i wake, with a burden which is Light...

i sleep, i die... i yearn, but She is not here... Light is my friend...

i wake, i die... i pine for her, yet She is distant, Morpheus must be my guide...

i dream... i die... i solicit Morpheus at Dusk, so He may visit Her during her state of subconsciousness at Dawn...

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i am conscious... i die... people are bloody ignorant apes~ at Christie and Dupont many troglodytes have their abode.
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i prompt Morpheus to effect Her slumber, thus She may venture into my realm...
i dream... i die... i sleep... i die...

from Dawn to Dusk... i wake... i die...
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i am conscious again... why do these bloody ignorant apes covet materialism over human contact...?
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i yearn for Her... i die for her... i wake for Her... my thirst must be quenched by Her...

i am alone... yet Morpheus disturbs my slumber, i remain with Him until my Aphrodite offers me that kiss...
with it emerges Eros from the disarray ... in turn the integration of Chaos and Gaia permit the Earth to glisten...

TODAY: We, humanity, risk... jeopardize the six billion inhabitants...We risk a global Ice Age...
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I solicit Morpheus and his magical powers over slumber to facilitate ... to invoke... my Aphrodite to dream with me... to join in a mystical slumber... to relish in the beauty of our frames...

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BP prompts~ deceives ~ the world to immerse itself in a black slumber...
~people are bloody ignorant apes... and how do i offer a praxis...?
how do i immerse in a new consciousness...?
people are bloody ignorant apes; they have historical amnesia...~
TODAY : 120 Million barrels of oil has spewed into the Gulf of Mexico... and moving even closer to Cuba.

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i am not alone... Morpheus whets my imagination... he awakens my consciousness... we explore the dark matter of the world...
i explore the nature of my disposition: to be in love with her... Or to dissuade my psyche of Her... Or to purge my memory of
Her...? Should i open my inner chamber and release the river of tears...? Or should i love... revel ... in the ephemeral moments that she proffers..? Or do i engage in a praxis to invoke change...?

i dream... a thousand indecisions... and deliberations... yet i die within the intermission of Dusk to Dawn...
Morpheus, grant me a resolution that i can live with beyond the Dusk... beyond the Dawn... help me traverse beyond the gates of Ivory and Horn... Proffer me an answer that escapes me...

I walk alone, and i observe the Elm Tree through the Gates... Yet i am not able to perceive any Omens...
I live within the realm of Dusk and Dawn...
Morpheus, i need you to reveal the nature of Her Dreams... offer me Her Visions... proffer me Her Desires...
Morpheus, reveal to me the nature of Her inner chamber...

Aphrodite

May is the season of the peony, the rose,the lilly of the valley...

Oh, how I yearn for all of her scents...

Oh, why do you deny us the nightingale's song...?
It is the death knell... that tolls... that tolls for us..
Time will obliterate our beauty... time will atrophy our bodies...
Time will erase the ink from my hand... time will distort the memory of you form my psyche...

Why not accept the ouvertures... of my love... why do you permit me to wallow in the moraine...?

Oh, Aphrodite.. it is the hymn of Carpe Diem that i solicit from you... in order to immerse myself in your scents... your touch...
your gait...

i spiral in the concentric circles of hades... Hades is my guide... disarray is the maxim, and darkness awaits me...

Oh, why do you deny us the lark's song...?
Why do you not invoke Apollo's sweet melodies...
Why do yo deny us the hummingbird's euphonic tune...?

The Watchtowers no longer remain... the Gulf of Mexico is black... the birds' melodies are cacophonic.
The Watchtowers are awash in black sludge... the birds' tunes are silent...
BP is immersed in the black gold... It does not need the birds' songs...
The Watchtowers collapse over me... we are all mere pawns in this cycle of exploitation...

Oh, Aphrodite, please release me from this pain...
Oh, Aphrodite, my mind's eyes are drowning in tears...
I am unable to see the shore... because of the black sludge...
I am unable to smell the lemons of yesteryear... i drown in the black... i eat the black... i touch black...
i swim... i drown...
i sleep... i die...

i die a thousand deaths... within the continuum of this dark sleep... i travel along the contours of your body... in search of sweet melodies... only to to die on the periphery... of your world...

oh, Aphrodite, i need to retrace the contours of your profile.

The cave dwellers swim with me... as i reach for that last magnolia... i reach for its sweet scent amid the black, amid the heavy black pall...

Trippin

She is the sublime...
im trippin...

she is the divine...
im trippin...

she is the sunshine...
im trippin...

she is the nightingale that sings at dusk...
im trippin

she is the lark that raises my consciousness at dawn...
im trippin...

she is the peony...
that awakens my senses: olfactory, kinesthetic and aural...
im trippin

she is the darkness...
that induces my fears... to risk.. to seek adventure... to venture in the abyss of the world...
she
is
the
Sublime...
im trippin...

her space... is where i want to be in...
im trippin...

her voice is a melody... that i yearn to hear...
im trippin...

it is her eyes ... that i wish to drown in...
im trippin...

she has the analgesic flowers that i long for...
im trippin

she will feed them to me... so i can attain that metaphysical realm...
im trippin

it is in her space and her time... that i yearn to die...
im trippin

i soar... i die... im trippin...

she holds the grains of sand that will unlock Pandora's Box...
im trippin...

she has the master chessboard ... i am a pawn... i await her next move...
im trippin...

will she reveal the Masterplan....?
im trippin...

where will this Masterplan have resonance...?
im trippin...

will the Sublime save me...?
im trippin...

i soar... i die... im trippin...
i yearn for the Sublime...

im losing my soul... please do not bury me unless it is in your bosom...
i want to be in YOUR realm... on YOUR chessboard... in YOUR Pandora's Box...
I am immersed in disarray...
im losing my soul... ya...ya... ya... im trippin... losing my soul...
in YOUR SUBLIMITY... I AM TRIPPIN...

A Vision of Iris

Human beings are strange...
Humans are unable to see beyond their noses...
They immerse themselves in excrement...

while...

on the other side of the ocean
we read of the strife... rape... belligerent tribes in the Congo...
one hundred and sixty women are raped weekly...

HERE...

individuals are unable to understand the hard rain...
which will wash way their limited intellect...
the hard rain will burn their limited consciousness...
this hard rain will emaciate their psyche;
many humans... here... remind me of the troglodytes...
we have not evolved... devolution is their lot...

THERE...

The Hutus are still in the intoxicating forest,
but they are engaging in sexual violence...
a violence that is a residue from 1994-95 conflict in Rwanda:
five hundred thousand Tutsis and moderate~political Hutus were massacred by the Hutus...

HERE...

in richmond hill individuals are consuming the Tea Party Rain...
and all its acrimonious gospel...

{Unique Voices charm me... they divert me from my pain...
The Lwa solicit me ... they concoct a potion ... they have immersed me in their voodoo...
One deity engages me in a dialogue ; this is Erzulie Freda's exchange:

This journey you must traverse alone to West Africa : Benin, Togo, Nigeria and Ghana.
Nana Buluku will proffer a golden talisman which will enable you to unlock the Voodoo Talisman Market...
You must drink the nectar of the waters of Mami Wata...
Here Mawu will proffer the sublime nature of things...
Here your Iris and her mosaic vision of the world will appear and prevail...
Be patient...}

{i retort:
Time is our nemesis...
oh, how i long for her...
oh, how i pine for my Iris and her golden wings.. i want to escape with her...
i need to escape form this absurdity that MAN and Woman must grapple...
Oh, Iris, guide me amidst the absurdity which is LIFE..
oh, how i yearn for my Iris and her golden rod... i need her pitcher... i need to drink form her golden netars...
i await Iris' arch of colours... i await her flight... i await her chariot... we must soar beyond this Canadian Kitsch..
Iris, please save me from the Kitsch that surrounds me...

i must yawp over the rooftops of this Capitalist Horde...
i await Iris' nectars, wings and herald's rod...
i must yawp over the crys of the children...
Iris... i need you to permit me to soar over these hordes...
Iris, i beckon you, please, free me from this rabble...
Iris... we need to rise form these thickets... and gain a new foundation amidst the ashes of these
Hollow men and women...}