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JULIETTE
Author: Frederick J. Mayer
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JULIETTE*
Juliette, Julliette
with Lucretia in her room
she's poison of my holy system
Mistress of my dear sleeproom.
Baudelairean tatoo
over her ever pulsating heart
reveals the untold taboo.
She's taking on hot skin flight,
suckling from those bloodied breasts
going to the source Hermaphrodite.
Beyond old DeSade
like methedrine behind my eyes
tears back flesh's facade.
She shows me the Kingdom, the Empire,
lays me across stained glass bed,
she holds me as ecstasy/vampire.
Juliette, Juliette
King of Feasts' Queen
her voluptuous body on my corpse
over and above obscene.
What senses feel this...your eyes, strange flowers
opiate that dilate my inner eye,
Now, I'm so open, innocence cowers...
Oh my dear sister, sister surprise, Sister Kunda
you're taking my child, necrophilia of my soul,
enticer of my spirit, Vagina Dentata.
Bite sensual/celestial truism, Juliette
blossoms out and inbetween sodomites' canine star
sets free true self, lets my solar energies forget.
Etheral two entwining become one,
lotus labia grows throughout Cosmos
its form wraps and engulfs the burning sun.
*Name a cross of the titles from
the romantic works of M. DeSade
and W. Shakespeare
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KUMIHO #2
Author: Frederick J. Mayer
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KUMIHO #2*
Dark night skyless in ravel of decay
delectable chimera of erotic delight
fungil secrets among perfumed trees
ruby effuvium of iridescent sheen
eyes seen gentle furnace feral
radiant female youth seductive
human heart in carnelian abattoir
of soul and flesh, fingers quick as pain
morning dawn calm cavity corpse
spewd crimson and pearly soiled
humanity achieved.
*KuMiHo is an ancient Korean legend
of a fox-spirit/demon who can
become human in one of two
ways...one is to eat a hundred
human hearts/livers and the
other is to marry 100 different
humans. She has the ability to
appear as a beautiful young woman.
This creature's name when
translated into English means
"Nine Tailed Fox."
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PERUVIAN STREETWALKER
Author: Frederick J. Mayer
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PERUVIAN STREETWALKER*
I was raised
on faerie tales
but my castles
have been burnt,
razed.
Why did they all end?
I'm now your soul kitchen,
pick the costume
that I shall wear
a something
beyond the veil.
I am the frozen flame fair
that walks the street;
I'm the necropomposity
of the city
that you meet.
I am the flesh;
the Aiapaec, leader of Mochican prance.
I'm the player of the antara
that allows you onanism
without manipulation.
I am the skull-woman,
the cadaver, masturbator
whose juices fresh
spill over the carcancha
or you, the immolation
during the sexual dance
within world of the dead.
Remember my words - What lives once,
lives forever.
*Based off ancient tales and folklore of the
Moche culture of the pre-Inca Andes mountains
and my experiences there.
Originally written during my period of stay
in Peru.
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THE ABOMINATIONS OF YONI #3
Author: Frederick J. Mayer
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THE ABOMINATIONS OF YONI #3
"From a solar orb, red like hibicus,
the secret form of Chinnamasta appears.
She is as effulgent as ten million suns;
she drinks the blood which gushes from
her neck. She is full of sexual promise,
sixteen years of age. In one of her hands she holds
a cutting instrument."-CHINNAMASTA STOTRA
Virgin dream in your rawed mind's matter,
grows till it is a brain's flawed jewel,
a still-born wisdom's pearl -
The Dreamer's nightmare.
Seamaid revealed to mind's distilled
psyche -
In that ceaseless dark dream coming-to-be,
(below erotic gray sea within an open skull
anemone)
a monster-woman of fin-de-siecle.
The white sea stallion leads from
aquarian sources
in dolphin delirium depths,
the black mares of midnight
(sensuous seafillies within dolphinish
soft hides)
who provide rides to the Vale of Oceans,
through exotic seas filled with tears
of the veil,
blowholes aflare.
Hot night rider Dako
harasses dream-sleeper in Ophannim's grotto
with thoughts of dry Yondo and her coming
dark yoni.
Mahadevi's aqua virgin whore
was accepted to minds' sea shore,
but to know her showed her to be
Chinnamasta - La Femme sans Tete.
Succubus' deflowering by sleep-swimmer
brings
Lucille of the sea with Demon notions, and
on another side of dream - She drained
dreamer's frail frame
of vivid fluid for Id of: Lucifer's twin
fair.
Dreamer given les tetins de nid aux
serpents
and dropped within the "good sleep" -
while his body foaming in the heat
is white of waves crescendo.
The Dream-walker is misanthropic lover now.
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THE FLOWERS OF NIGHT AND SICKNESS
Author: Frederick J. Mayer
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THE FLOWERS OF NIGHT AND SICKNESS
Carnal knowledge of spirituality
paroxysm succour
Holy flower snake crawls
palpated
depths of pain
turn to sounds
succulent prowels
releasing the soul of vibrations
on sinews, of muscles engorged
And always on the fringes
of corpulent insanity
The blood finally becomes the pores
of a flayed skin
revealing the inner self
that counts, for when the exposed
pales the moon concupiscence
turns into the blood shot eyes
of the mistress
Holy flora serpent loves you
Mother-of-pearl lacerated
within its eyes within
shed your flesh, sensual sway
strip, slip muscular hips
as prancing along
animal nature born
freely, hair unulating under
no influence in the air swirling
fragrant and enervating
slithers as in heat
The snake is nubile coursing crimson
as your viscous liquid drippings bathed in its
glory
till you are mingling of same hues
Dance, let loose Lucretius' "De rerum natura"
dance floor
slide down...oh so cool in the Heat
sweat...sin becomes the fluidity fountain head
of religion that sets you free
music pulsating into aural oral halo
baptism of the fleshy fresh and gleaming
the spirit is nothing more than
whatever was, there is hope
upon the crucified dog, lick it
sepentine of the tongue, nipples
the eggs which must be sucked
to draw the dragon out
and swallow whatever fluid id that
laps inside as what's left of
that body offered up and
risen blood rose
necromantic flower
of mysterious union, there are no screams
in this flowing feathery sprayed streams
eddies into crown of thorns
water these flowers of night and sickness
give in to it, be it and stingingly sing
the poetry pooled inside cracked mirrors of the Soul
no longer blind because you don't have
anymore; blossoming, growing unbound
Dawn cries morning as the dried human leather
thongs of dark forgotten canine
the fangs, teeth melting to ectoplasm flesh
dying to the rising smoke of the
funeral pyres below that smolder know -
You are the sunrise that need
not come nor cum, for the seed has been fed
beastial of all the animals
on soft parade, the living garden
Finally, emerges l'amour
tongue lashing from bone of
fur freed puppy upon the cross
you, inside out and looped
dropped, entrail slung about, the stem, no
the wick molten white froth floating
washed liberty wicked did you wish
the ultimate black orgasmic opiate poppy...
reality's dream fullfilled
flaccid catafalque filled
beautiful flower bed you.
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