Oracle Tang At The Burning Man
Oracle Tang At The Burning Man
At the Black Rock Desert in northern Nevada,
They celebrate art work that they call dada
And whilst there, they set the Wicker Man on fire,
he goes up in smoke like a burning tire
They call it an act of self-expression
Pyromaniac might be a psychiatrist's impression.
For one week on this dry lake bed
as the scent of pot goes to the head
it becomes Black Rock City
an apocalypse so pretty
Now this year, they've got a holographic orangutan
One who doesn't have to use Ultra-Ban
an image that looks part orangutan
and part vampire bat
when he flaps his orange furry wings, you'll fall to the mat.
His two eyes suddenly merge into one cyclops eye
Horus' capstone eye showing theorem of pi
The Image of the Beast is here at last.
Head down to Black Rock- it will be a blast!
-A poem written by Christopher
Monday September 7th
2015.
Qonzilqointec Reads Report On Kraken and Medusa
Qonzilqointec Reads Report On Kraken and Medusa
The Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec sat in her silk nightgown and read an email she had received from an MI-6 Agent whose code name was Diablos Nocturna.
She had never met Diablos Nocturna in person but the two had met on-line and had discovered they both had a mutual enemy.
They agreed to share information.
Diablos had sent her a copy of a report that he had received from an Israeli Mossad agent whose code name was The Controller of The Golem.
The report chronicled the movements of a Kraken sized octopus who was skateboarding across the state of Israel.
At his side as he skateboarded across Israel was a beautiful long haired redheaded woman who always wore the most elegant evening dresses and who had the ability to glide inches above the ground as she walked.
The Kraken and the redhead were first spotted at a global courier delivery service in downtown Tel Aviv where the woman arranged to have a dozen shopping bags couriered to her penthouse apartment in London.
They then went up to the Sea of Galilee at the woman's insistence so that she could walk on water up there.
"I'm giving these people something they haven't seen in 2000 years," she said to the Kraken as tourists hastily took pictures with their smart phones.
A divinity professor at Yale who thought all of Christ's miracles were strictly symbolic and that nobody could actually walk on water died of a heart attack when his daughter emailed him the picture.
He couldn't fathom the thought of having to revise all his theories and revise all those textbooks he had written.
They then went to Cana of Galilee where the Kraken, wanting to upstage the redhead's miracle of walking on water, tried to turn pitchers of water into lager beer at an American biker's outdoor motorcycle wedding.
When the attempted miracle failed abysmally, the Kraken found himself being pursued by a group of angry tattooed motorcycle gang members and their equally angry tattooed brides.
The redhead who called herself Medusa had wisely ascended into the sky and headed off to Jerusalem before the Kraken had even attempted his water into beer wedding miracle.
She had recently seen the Kraken attempt to pull a rabbit out of a silk hat at a Mafia wedding in Sicily and when he had pulled out the local Mafia don's mistress' personally monogrammed panties instead, that had not gone over so well.
The Kraken jumped on his skateboard and headed out of town just before sunset as the Hell's Angels followed on hot pursuit on their motorcycles.
"I don't recall this ever happening in Lady Gaga's music video about Judas," were the Kraken's last words as he skated past the sign that said You Are Now Leaving Cana of Galilee.
. . .
The redheaded Medusa's descent on to the Temple Mount on August 27th 2015 (on the 40th Anniversary of Ethiopian Emperor Haile Selassie's death in Addis Ababa) frightened away both Orthodox Jewish wailer at the Western Wall and Muslim worshipper on the Temple Mount alike paving the way for the Kraken who called himself Napoleon VI to skateboard on to the Temple Mount on his skateboard bearing the image of former Rastafarian Bob Marley.
The report from the Controller of the Golem that Qonzilqointec was reading bore the notation that the Controller had been immediately summoned by the Office of the Prime Minister of Israel Benjamin Netanyahu to report immediately to a West Jerusalem police station to take a sobriety test.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday August 27th
2015.
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Qonzilqointec and The Coming Storms of Baalshamin
Qonzilqointec and The Coming Storms of Baalshamin
The Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec was in her Mexico City penthouse apartment examining printed documents of emails that she had received.
She was wearing a white blouse and long black skirt as she sat at her desk.
She was reading an email sent to her from a researcher she had hired to do research for her at the Vatican Archives.
The researcher had come across a document written by a 4th Century Assyrian Catholic priest.
In the document, the priest recounted a legend told to him by the townspeople of the city of Palmyra.
According to the legend, Saint Michael the Archangel was having a fierce battle with the demons Baalshamin, Aglibol and Malakbel in the vicinity of Palmyra in the year 17 of Our Lord.
When he had vanquished the demons, he bound them within image statues on a carved relief within the Temple of Baalshamin in the City of Palmyra.
Said Michael, "Thou art now bound and imprisoned within the very images of yourselves that you command people to worship."
Qonzilqointec looked over at a newspaper headline on how the ISIS Islamic State had just blown up the Temple of Baalshamin in Palmyra.
The Aztec vampire princess then tapped into her friend Renfield R. Renfield's hacked feed of ISIS video broadcasts that the shapeshifting hamster/human Chief of Security and Intelligence Gathering for the London based billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set used to keep tabs on the militant Islamist terrorist group.
As she watched the Temple being blown up on her computer screen, the explosion was soon followed by a huge desert sandstorm blowing across the sands of the desert outside Palmyra.
In an apartment below her, a tenant watched an episode of that old James Cameron produced TV show Dark Angel.
Within her own living room, the TV was tuned to a documentary on the Presidency of George W. Bush the architect of the Iraq War.
As Qonzilqointec watched the huge desert sandstorm flowing from the explosive blasts of the Temple of Baalshamin in Palmyra, the words of U.S. President #43 George W. Bush from his 1st inaugural speech echoed through the living room, "Do you not think an angel rides in the whirlwind and directs this storm?".
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday August 24th
2015.
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Palmyra: A Poem
Palmyra: A Poem
Once known as the Pearl of the Desert
it has now become a pearl of great price
and that price is blood.
Its name Palmyra means City of Palms
after those lovely beautiful trees that provide food, sustenance and shade to humanity
now palms covered in blood
raise their fists in fury
fists carrying 5 Fingers of Death.
Palmyra was an oasis 130 miles north-east of Damascus
now no longer an oasis of life
but a citadel of death.
The sands of the desert turn red with blood
and the blue of the sky
retreats to the darkness of night
The greenery that once was Palmyra
overshadowed by the blackness of hate.
-A poem written by Christopher
Monday August 24th 2015.
Dulcinea Lucia's Dream of Caesar Augustus
Dulcinea Lucia's Dream of Caesar Augustus
To sleep, perchance to dream was Hamlet's wish
before Death was served to Denmark's Royal Family on a dish.
In London in the year 2015
63rd in the reign of the current Queen
The calendar of the year had now moved to the month of August
like Marlon Brando's moonlit tea house but I digress
And so on this hot steamy August night
as Bavarian steaks succumbed to dog bite
Dulcinea Lucia was finding it hard to sleep
She even failed at counting sheep
This lovely beautiful gypsy
alluring and sexy
who passed Pan Goatee's test for feminine artistry
tossed and turned like the waves of the sea
no such cooling relief in London's dry docks- a pity!
She finally got up and went to the shower
where her body inhaled the water like bee does pollen on a flower
She was now all wet
like a mermaid in the net
She did not bother to dry herself off
She fell on the bed, wet and nude, and said, "Mazel Tov."
The incubus of dreams mounted her like a descending dove
bringing her dreams and visions from muses above.
She dreamed of the statue called Augustus of Prima Porta
Was it a weird bizarre dream for one to have? Sorta.
The statue was found in 1863
in a classical villa in Italy
It was found at the Villa of Livia at Prima Porta near Rome
so some distance from Saint Peter's Dome
The villa belonged to Caesar Augustus' third wife Livia Drusilla
a woman who lived before the invention of the birth control pill-a
which would have helped her nymphomaniac stepdaughter some
whose adultery certainly would have topped that of a Kardashian bum.
The Augustus of Prima Porta is now found in the Vatican Museums
a place no longer frequented by Irish Liams
banned for drinking way too much pints of Guinness
when they should have been tending to curator business.
Dulcinea in her dream noticed the statue come to life
Back in her day, it would have frightened Livia his wife
for there were rumours that Livia had bumped her husband off
historians ask- was it poisoned figs that did him in or just a bad cough?
The statue walked off its pedestal
which shocked a visitor from Istanbul
Said Augustus- this is my month, it's August
and I see urbi et orbi have gone to rust
So I've decided to come back
and give imperial rule another crack.
The small Cupid at Augustus' feet
found Emperor's coming to life again rather neat
since both claimed descent from Venus
the goddess who aroused Paris' penis,
Cupid shouted after Augustus, hey big brother, wait for me!
And the dolphin, on which Cupid rode, swam away to the sea.
-A narrative poem
and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday August 2nd
2015.
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Phoenix On The Temple Mount On The 9th of Av
Phoenix On The Temple Mount On The 9th of Av
A Phoenix unseen to the human eye
seen only by those with spiritual vision
this Phoenix lived a happy life on Mount Fuji, Japan
but now was its time to die
It would return to its rocky home in the sands of Arabia
Build itself a pyre nest of aromatic branches
and then cover it with the spice of myrrh
Then throw on some frankincense
and set it on fire
And then consume itself in the flames.
So like the salmon returning to the streams of its birth in British Columbia in order to spawn, so the Phoenix would return to the sands of its birth in Arabia in order to die.
The Phoenix sang a happy song as it flew west
away from its adopted land of the rising sun
to a land far closer to the setting sun
as it neared the sunset of its own life
A song as sung by one expectant to reach Paradise
It was flying home to its terrestrial home
to serve as the gate of entry to its celestial home
As it neared the Arabian Peninsula, it wept tears of joy
but those watery eyes would soon be overcome by rings of smoke
caused by the fires of war burning below
and those tears of joy turned to tears of mourning as it noticed its rocky home had been destroyed by missiles
caused by the bloodbath whose whirlpools flowed between Yemeni Houthi rebel and Saudi soldier
It flew further west still
searching for a new place to die
The Bird of Paradise
overcome by the visions of Tartarus playing out on the surface of the earth below
It flew until it could fly no more
Its heart tried to keep beating until it could beat no more
its song of joy a distant tune whose melody was rapidly being forgotten
The bird dropped down
and down
and down
And fell on top of the Temple Mount in Jerusalem
on this 9th of Av in the Hebrew lunar year 5775
The Gregorian solar calendar date of July 25th 2015.
For one brief shining moment
this beautiful rainbow coloured feather giant bird
stood proudly up on its feet
spread its wings
and sang out its cry
a cry of despair across the universal sky
Tears of blood fell from its eyes
and poured down its body
and then it fell to the ground
and died.
No human eye could see the fierce fire that burned on the Temple Mount.
-A narrative free verse poem
written by Christopher
Saturday July 25th
2015.
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Qonzilqointec In Madrid
Qonzilqointec In Madrid
The streets of Madrid
once capital of an empire
now a living museum
to a past once golden
and a future most bleak
From the balcony of an elegant hotel
a beautiful woman stood and viewed these streets
looking resplendent in a beautiful Spanish red dress
with black laced sleeves
She was the Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec
spiritual goddaughter of the Aztec feathered serpent deity Quetzalcoatl
come to take her vengeance on the descendants of those people who destroyed her godfather's empire
She looked enchanting in the evening sunlight
a vampiress able to take the rays of Sol Invictus
(who generally was an Invincible Conquerer to most vampiric creatures of the night)
but thanks to a special sunblock invented for her by scientist Dr. Cadbury Rocher
she was able to see the light of dawn
as well as the dusk of twilight
and not be dispatched to the waiting shores of the River Styx
awaiting the Charon driven ferry boat of Hades
A tall blonde blue eyed man suddenly stood next to her on the balcony
and gently placed his hand on hers
She looked at him
Dracul Van Helsing
Canadian vampire hunter
who had driven a stake through the heart of many a vampire
but if you were a Vampiress
or at least a beautiful Vampiress
the stake through the heart was only metaphorical
for Dracul Van Helsing had the same effect on beautiful near-immortal vampiresses
as James Bond had on beautiful mortal women
and the result was always a meeting of arms, legs and lips in one enchantingly ocean swirling ode to Eros and Aphrodite
Said she, I thought you had dropped off the face of the Earth when the world supposedly ended December 21st 2012
No, Dracul replied as he gazed at the setting sun and gazed at her glowing face, I only laid me down and rested a while and now I've rose again.
Qonzilqointec smiled a smile most sensuous, I recall you doing the same thing that night we crossed the Rio Grande of Aztec and Mayan prophecy and opened the boundaries of cosmic Aphrodite.
Dracul laughed
He remembered he and Qonzilqointec had engaged in a night of passionate love making that night of December 21st 2012
Had the world really changed as a result of that enchanted evening where man and Vampiress had become one?
The lips of Qonzilqointec and Dracul Van Helsing once again touched
a cosmic kiss of sun and moonlight
on a warm Madrid night.
-A narrative free verse erotic poem
written by Christopher
Sunday July 12th 2015.
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