Raccoon Stew

I want a lovely Raccoon
So delicate and plump
I want a mysterious feline
Of striped nature and face

Black mask of sorrow
Why do you frown so?
Decieved by tomorrow
Follow the wind’s flow

Believe in the call of forever
The circle we tore apart
A craftsman so clever
Carving pieces from a heart

Have faith in your will
Passion will follow along
Let the magic be still
And listen to my soulbound song.

Recipes for the Human Heart

More sugar for my tea,
more electricity for my spotlight
More nature for my high,
more doubts for my heart.

Less weeds for my garden,
less chagrin for my ignorance
Less agony for my misery,
less effort for my happiness.

Two scoops of sugar
One tablespoon of cinnamon
One teaspoon of honey
A dash of nutmeg

What are we making here?

Two days to decieve
One month to create
A year to believe
And a dash for the escape route

I dropped the secret ingrediant again.

The Lynx Fables: El corazon y la mariposa (Part II/V)

Suave como la lluvia
Duro como las montañas

Delicious insides found from a flock
A boar’s whistle and toes create rhythm for days
Arranging for survival and the sun’s tick tock
But then He says, “not yet” and the avalanche delays

Passive interest in success, sees the one with no vision
Seeking forgotten ceremonies by the upright hunter
Never laying to rest, fear the turmoil of decision
Insignificant moments immortalized by thunder

Ojala, will the rains arrive to sooth me?
Ojala, please, mountains do not make the path rough

Singing voices, carried throughout the valleys
The wind is proud and mighty, it is our savior
Returning from the night world
Bring us our feast

Vermillion

Soar through vermillion skies
What is a nature without destruction
There are heavy clouds ahead
And the lightning illuminates my soul

Blasphemy is unknown to animals
Did we create it like all else
Heaven must be part of our dream
Our fantasy to be a creature without flaw

Repentance becomes our sacrificial heart
And we betray ourselves from the beginning
To create life is to create a web
And to trap the fly is to destroy life

Do the eyes of a panther judge its prey
Only for speed and taste
But it only remembers survival
And in the jungle, I can say I am home.

Serotonin Steeple

The sharpest lies, the fairest hues
With innocent eyes, an affair we choose
Destructive cause, repetitive prayer
For a solemn loss, one, our savior
A record of truth, fables and seas
Coveting sleuth, wanting to please
Miraculous fate, the wandering souls
Tempted to sedate, subliminal tolls
Distorting time, seraphic tribal
Our pantomime, sudden deprival
Failed to notice, secretive remedy
Sacrificial lotus, feverish melody
Is this religion, karmic fiber
Halcyon incision, memory provider
Exquisit fantasy, devoted kiss
Sacrosanct rosary, developed bliss

Black Velvet

Pain. Derived from pure elements, affinity for opposition, inspired by hatred, nulled by love.
Love. Constructed from laughter, feared by obsession, volatile with passion and equal in imagination

Ash. Called from heavens above, memories seduced by contrition, a mortal herald of corruption
Fog. Destructive fear implemented, augmenting olfactory lust, wishes granted without mercy

Every word of every song
that he sang was for you
In a flash he was gone
it happened so soon
what could you do?

R.I.P Giacomo Kuroneko ~09/08/2010

The Lynx Fables: Il labirinto di magia e anime (Part I/V)

The caress of a wilted flower
Moaning of the forgotten ghost
A darkness that grows with each hour
A parasite jaded with its host

That is the curse of a million hearts
A golem manufactured with stolen parts
A fable, the magical sky lynx
The original love of the majestic sphinx

The labyrinth of magic and souls
Beware the glare of the seductress
As your heart is engulfed in coals
While you invade this rustic fortress

Your fate has been to deliver demise
And your name becomes one we despise
Belligerent is the polished skull
Death, both in spirit and in toll

Living Sadness

They say I am sad, I am the sad one
But aren’t they really talking about themselves?
I look into their souls with my heart
And deep down I see living sadness
A dark, corroded flower that once held hopes and dreams
And the stream it was let loose on in the name of freedom

Do you want to help me? Am I the one crying or is it you
Are you the one I’ve hurt along, feeling my way blindly through life?
Usually I deprive myself for you
But today I will know freedom

They say I am lost, I have no direction
But didn’t I once show you the way?
I delivered to you my love in a jade box
Knowing the meaning and the color
But you didn’t understand what I meant
When I took the Gods themselves down for you

Do you want to help me? Am I the one crying or is it you
Throughout the years I have collected these tears
Take them, I don’t need them, I am complete
This emptiness is what I have been searching for

My hands are tied, but you can hold on to my heart.

Dedicated to Puchi and Koopa.

Undine Armor

Left to disperse alone
Emotion broken into atoms
Submerged by diligent arms
Those who had fins for legs

These people, the water’s mystery
Shrouded by murk and brine
They fled when destruction ensued
But they only had one true home

So they united and created
As was meant for all life
And from a single hope they formed
A plate, a shining shield of harmony

Power is the magic of expression
And it grows as it is shared
They understood this very well
And now, they are kings of the sea

Elegy of Bastet

Soon I will be gone
There will be no sun
The wheels of shadow will carry
What is left of my bleeding soul
Pain is what’s left
Left behind from my demise
Ghouls are my memories
And phantoms will rise
All this in my mind
As I curl up to sleep
In a fantastic serenade of fear
And wounds that go deep
To myself I say “farewell”
There is no more here
Even the Gods mush perish
Slowly, I disappear.