Friday, 25 January 2013

VII The Chariot

                              VII The Chariot
by Stormm
(c) January 25 2013

Under the blue canopy of a starry night sky.

Crowned by an eight pointed star.

Lord Of The Triumph Of Light.

Wearing Zodiac belt.

Cancer the moody Crab.
Sits in grey chariot with yellow wheels.

Casually holds a gold tipped blue scepter.

A walking talking contradiction, feels the tug of polar instincts.

The Dweller Between The Realms.

Wax and waning moons of silver joy and sorrow, adorn each shoulder.

As twin black and white sphinx pull in opposite directions,

controlling Spirit guides the Lower Principles.

Child of The Power Of The Waters.

Shields the grey moat enclosing green trees, before red tile roof castle walls.

Eyes cast down, a brooding hen lost in thought,

worries about family, the past, and money...

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Monday, 21 January 2013

Suspect Dr Joseph Green

                      Suspect Dr Joseph Green
by Stormm
(c) January 21 2013

Dr Joseph Green, Nazi Alchemist benefactor of Erzulie and Venus Tantra,

was definitely losing touch.

Physically phasing in and out between realms,

his final death bed words were, "reality used to be a friend of mine."

By the literally pulsating, colourful end,

completely unable to distinguish his separate realities.

At the crossroad that ultimately confronts heretics,

where too many astral expeditions lead to less physical material attraction.

Why dwell where space, time and physical efforts are required to achieve goals,

when desire immediately manifests in astral realms?

The good doctor was obsessed, privately leading the fetish club lifestyle.

A secret Jesuit, masquerading as plastic surgeon.

He arrives early at S&M theme parties, to sit on a side bar stool,

behind the blond and bobbed, black leather skirt only clad female tied to a cross,

his right hand twitching impatiently.

By his feet sat a brown suitcase, it contains a bizarre assortment of whips.

To say he came prepared, was an understatement.

Halfway through the event Herr Doktor will suddenly disappear,

to return as a masked sub, head to toe in shiny black,

twin holes exposing pierced nipples chained and clamped.

Doctor Gimp, approaches a black ponytailed sexy white female dom,

dancing with her brown lover center stage.

Silently stands and stares,

unacknowledged he'll vanish, then soon reappear to lick her heels.

Eventually, perhaps if she feels generous enough, she'll punish him.

Grinding stilettos into his submissive supine body.

Like I said, "not exactly your average holistic type..."

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Monday, 14 January 2013

Corridor Of Secrets

                             Corridor Of Secrets
by Stormm
(c) January 14 2013

"Where am I?"

Psychic and physical senses are on full alert.

"I mustn't get caught, can't be too careful..."

Sprint along illuminated surprisingly long and narrow halls.

"Am I the only one left, the last survivor?"
Running scared pursued by a golden flying orb.

"Searching, searching 4 the door 2 the room of purpose."

Suddenly it briefly pauses to scan, track impressions,

inhale pheromones, access fear factors, mercilessly on the hunt.

The Jewel All Seeing Eye Patrols Winding Corridors...

"Searching, searching 4 the room 2 the door of purpose."
Panting hard, running, gasping and aching even harder,

as I exhaust each inhale exhale with quick eye sweeps.

The Golden Eye is gaining ground, it will catch up much sooner than planned.

Effortlessly wizzing corridors, 

excellerates the maze of long windy hallways, sailing sharp corners.

Hairs stand on end, intense spine tingling chills, as probe closes in.

Growing ever fearful that somewhere, someone will be enjoying all this...

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Sunday, 13 January 2013

3rd Eye Psychic (Part 2)

                        3rd Eye Psychic (Part 2)
by Stormm
(c) January 13 2013

Along dimly illuminated neon-violet walls,

the swirling hologram flows.

Winding narrow red carpet corridors,

a flying metallic gold orb patrols...


"I remember some of it even today, the joyful parts.

All the promises that we made, the broken hearts."

Rumour has it they used to call me ACE, but that was lifetimes ago...
It's said he took the wrong case,

a bribe,

that stole his heart.

It's said she sold a fool proof case,

he stole,

then lost her heart.

It's said they packed the full suitcase,

we shook,

three broken hearts...
"It was a Case Of The Case I Couldn't Resist,

and I knew it was too good to be true."

I'd previously achieved power peaks via great degrees of persistence,

thus earning my bones so to speak.

So sure enough,

one tends to develop a certain level of healthy paranoia.

But these characters weren't your average holistic types...

SUSPECT 1: The Heretic (aka Dr Joseph Green)

"I mean this zero can't wait for Paradise, so he tries to bring armageddon here.

Can't say I don't envy the mad fool, he died from too much of a good thing."

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