Archive | March 2022

Occult Witchery

a fraternity without a lodge
an invisible matrix
light work beyond borders
a spiritual collective
love is the law
the guide seeks you
as you are

love is the highest order
by Mevlana himself 
inclusion of all paths
the path of all paths
a deadly path
a path that resurrects 
life to dead
dead to life
this is not a club
or a masonic fraternity
a fantasia 
an escapist’s therapy 
magical realism
occult witchery
a book or a heart monopoly 
the pledge is to love 
La ilaha illa layla
the reality 
eternally 
anything else is not a pledge
but a mockery
a fraternity without a lodge
an invisible matrix
light work beyond borders
a spiritual collective
love is the law
the guide seeks you
as you are

this is our way
Love is Mevlevi 
Mevlevi is Love
Hubbillah

Hole in the Heart

I’ve heard of some born

with a hole in their heart
I now confirm you caused this
effect after we met 
a birth defect or after effect 
you are to blame!

Love Prevails

I believe 
we are no coincidence 
let ‘s unfold 
with every state
aware we are
as lessons taught 
love prevails 
in our world
this metal 
as it turns to gold
by manifold 
is transmuting 
from state to state

The Stars Have Arrived

night has befallen  
the stars have arrived
all guests of this 
steamy room 
have disappeared 
now it’s you
and only me
the slave boys have left
none but us
none but us 
this is my chance 
perchance if i awaken from
your trance
to which no wine compares 
do i dare 
tell me now 
who art thou 
who art thou

Arabian Nights

for love
i wish to give all
i’ll wash your feet in 
rose and musk waters 
i’ll perfume you 
with the finest oils
in hammams 
during shisha hours 
i’ll gaze all day
forgetting prayers
for you i worship 
day and night
you are rosary 
my heart’s delight
my Arabian Nights 
those silken robes
those semetic curls
the oud player strings
while you sing
i lounge enchanted 
death awaits me
you are poison 
i am prey
you are predator
please slay 
so slyly 
you snatched my heart
from the very start
do you not have shame
for the schemes you play
these wicked games 
incomparable to chess 
carom or blackgammon 

The Land of Ecstasy

the moment love 
glanced at me
i became captive
enslaved in her harem 
am i a consort
or a telling Scherazade 
a dancing Marjina
in Ali baba’s cave
a belly dancer 
who’s charm summons 
corpses’ from the grave
am i one of many
a mere muse or fantasy 
of dark eyed damsels

from the land of ecstasy

Perhaps

Perhaps your task is to teach me
Not to expect a full reciprocation
From a mortal
You are the last door
Beyond you there is only 
Love 
Impersonal
Spaceless, timeless

Perhaps you are to break my heart
Until there is nothing left to break
And thus, nothing to hinder love
From entering 
With everything demolished
I am only hollow
Selfless
And can contain anything
And everything