The Arcane Diary

Category: Poetry

  • 7 am

    7 am

    The alarm clock screams

    Forcing me from slumber

    Apprehensively, I answer the call

    And you vanish like a shadow

    Of wisps of smoke

    Your presence is a mirage

    Of love’s warm breeze,

    Soft embrace

    And tender kisses.

    Like a wishful illusion

    That disapparates at 7 sharp

    Replacing your silky sounds

    With a shrill cry

    The sexy sun shine’s

    Luxuriant heat

    Turns to a chill, clammy caress

    Your body becomes my pillow

    And our refreshing kisses

    Become a facedown mouthful of sand.

    I hate you, 7 am.

    [[arcane/dichotomy/plot/SHARED DREAMS|SHARED DREAMS]]

  • Convergence Chamber

    Convergence Chamber

    An orgasm of thought

    Culmination of being, consciousness

    Encircler

    Savage sexx rituals

    Biblical MADMEN

    [[THEMES OF THE ARCANE DIARY]]

  • Home

    Home

    A maharaja’s temple in my closet,

    A briefcase or a secret gesticulate

    An enchanted doorway

    To my astral home.

    A place on another plane

    Of regal proportions

    A safe haven for my self

    And my acquisitions

    For no one knows its whereabouts

    Unless I allow

    the door to be found.

    Convergence Chamber

  • CLOSET

    CLOSET

    cat familiar investigates during dream states, a doorway to other planes

    homicidal hobo couple

    [[Arcane/the-inheritance/scenes/Game Testing – Istanbul Damascus – Shootout|Game Testing – Istanbul Damascus – Shootout]]

  • Death

    Death

    The Stockholm syndrome love for my grim reaper

    A fetish for death

    Grotesque

    Assuming the cloak of destruction

    The end of a beginning

    To the beginning of the end

    The earthworm

    Who transforms death

    And cultivates life.

    It is not murder –

    Simply reincarnation

    Acceleration

    ONE blessed day

    We’ll depart from this sewer.

    Life is pain,

    Death is hope,

    Change.

    The mystery

    Of a future unknown

    Beckons

    As the seconds tick by.

    I am in no hurry

    But if it comes today

    I am waiting eagerly

    For it can only happen once.

    PAST LIVES of NICK SAVOY and the ORDER:

  • Lines of Code

    Hypnagogic bacteria of light,

    Cells as viewed through microscopy

    Streaking across the blue sky

    My viewfinder of life sees the virtual image

    Meant to be displayed

    And the sometimes linear

    Ascending and descending

    Of the numbers

    Interpreted by the brain as real

    Hop across my vision,

    Floating this way and that –

    Semi-methodically

    A pipe dream

    Of the numerical foundation

    Of our world

    3rd BOOK OF THE BIBLE – BOOK OF ENOCH, Delta of Enoch

  • Untitled poem

    Untitled poem

    Fear?

    Who have we got to be afraid of?

    Besides ourselves, perhaps

    Who knows, who cares?

    What is there to say

    When it’s all been said?

    And we realize

    That down the wrong path we’ve been led

    Pressure, pressure, pressure

    Coming from here and there

    What to wear, for whom to care

    I think the world’s nuts

    How about you?

    Do you fit in along with the rest?

    Or do you have what it takes

    To do your own thing?

    Who can define normal?

    What is that?

    Someone’s ideas, that’s all

    If we can’t break free

    That’ll be our fall

    Conforming to someone’s conception of reality

    Has never appealed to me in the least

    If we can’t separate ourselves

    We are prisoners of society

    Merely pawns of a corporate world

    Who cares not of those who cannot afford

    The newest and latest

    Rather it has many followers

    Who may not realize it

    But are rising and falling like a tide

    With every fad, style and craze.

    WHO WILL STAND OUT?

    WHO WILL RISE ABOVE?

    Desire

  • Desire

    Desire

    My desire for you

    Far surpasses flesh

    But is mind

    Body and spirit

    Combined

    Call it masochistic

    To inflict such pain

    For to dream of you

    Holds me

    So tightly bound

    I’m gasping

    Struggling to inhale

    And it moves me so

    To bring a tear to my eye

    I long for you

    You alone

    For no attraction

    Could excel

    This painful pleasure

    Merely dreaming

    Wraps around me

    And inflicts my heart

    With this sickness

    This spell you have cast

    And plays me

    Like a marionette

    Dancing to the melody

    Of your voice.

    Hunger

  • Hunger

    Hunger

    A burning hunger

    Deep within

    Only to be

    Nearer to you

    To hear

    Your soft voice

    Caressing my ears

    To see

    Your shining eyes

    Drawing me in

    Deeper and deeper

    Like a hypnotic trance

    Until I feel as though

    We are one

    And I can see right through you

    And in the glisten

    See a warm reflection

    Of myself

    Drawing my heart

    And mind

    Magnetically to yours

    To read the affection

    In your face

    Like a wonderful romance

    Yet to be unfolded

    A small origami heart

    Outstretched

    Will last forever

    Ever Stop…And Think?

  • Ever Stop…And Think?

    Ever Stop…And Think?

    Ever stop

    And think?

    Segregate yourself

    From the main stream?

    Why are we here?

    To wander aimlessly?

    To be prodded along

    Like cattle

    By popular culture

    Until we graze

    Upon something

    Something mundane

    That we “need”?

    Be spontaneous.

    Separate.

    Observe.

    Refuse

    To be cattle.

    Think.

    Independently.

    You can do it.

    Art is Born