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sacrosanct perversionhe issacrosanct perversion by Sammur-amat
my paragon of feverish intemperance
my blue-flamed boy nova
the burning of my besotted wits-end and start
the reticence under the gape of endless stars
whose abdomen fell
prey to my scathing eyes and starving claws
whose mien asphyxiated
by my irrepressible thirst
past his past lovers and navel gait
how i pine
for the warmth of his gargantuan laughs
for the coolness of his gaze transfixed
on my lips
blue-fire fervor and inferno
dearest penned don
grant me my sip of the holy grail
i would become a polyglot existence
singing of her myrtle and doves
and my mirabile dictu love
on every known continent
Ophelia, my Belovedyou dreamed a crystal clear blue mirror surfaceOphelia, my Beloved by PrayerWings
where the object of your desire was reflected
you embellished your memory with flowers and dressed it in white
carefully you folded your tears in linen
you buried your sorrow in boats of dream
which would never ever return again
and you stepped towards the surface of reflection
where the moon had dropped all of its being
the silky white swish of your dress you gave away
to be touched by the blue surface of reflection
in the centre of desire you won peace
and your whole being touched the dream behind the veil
your dead body was found on the beach in the next morning
it was partly under the surface like an abandoned rose
compared to you i am only the prince of shadows
immortal doubter and denier for ever more
bright string of light you were dream from dream light from light
I bring my flowers and my poems on your grave over and over again
With Love and Desire Immortal
Kidnapped on hike trip to the CongoKidnapped on hike trip to the Congo by vicmoran
A first try at writing with an idea of creating a story based around some photos me and some friends made some time ago.The photos of the big African carrying me are from the fight I had with big John Tinubu.Laura looks cool as a backpacking tourist and big John Tinubu looks the part as the tough kidnapper as he is a good heavy weight boxer in his spare time.Very short outline story here!So much more to be added on the before arriving in the Congo part and maybe alternative endings but its an on going thing and hopefully one day it will have a full story.
PHOTOS POSED AND MADE BY ME AND 3 FRIENDS ONE MAD WEEKEND
Early March 1988 Victor Johnson and his girlfriend Laura Taylor from Queensland Australia went out back packing/hiking in the east Ituri forest region
Our patients dreams and fears.
The faces of madness.
|And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.|