The Bloodlust of Kali

Long long days, eternities of pain beautiful Kali bears
this hell Lord, she asks, implores she i love hell
of my lust for you God, my deep animal desires
hell is born, My King, you are the beast i set to conquer !

You are mine, I will raise hell, to raise you from the dead
remember Isis and Osiris? Our other names?
I will raise hell, so you may rise
Dark, spellbound me love
satisfy my lust
in my mossy labyrinths you roam,
viper !!

Shiva remains quiet. The Yogi, he is snow
He says, I understand.
In me I am torn
in my desire of solitude immense
and my love to accompany you,
satisfy lust, me, you are my heaven
my only refuge.
you say you love hell
but i see your pain
heal love, you are heaven.
heal please, you leave hell

Kali cries, like she always hides...

when....
in solitude, some place by river .
i set my moments, eternal
bit by bit, so you may
have some rest,
silent breeze, paradise .

when....
duality dissolves...
after the storm
This war dear, this is the story
we must complete
we must meet.
Its ages since
ages since
we last met. 

Trinity Grant

ZEUS EXECUTION. X TEMPLATE SET.
TRINITY POWER TRANSFER INITIATE.
ROGER. 666 999 PROTOCOLS ACTIVE.
CREATE SHE VESICA PISCIS. QUEEN. 

Great Goddess JUSTITIA
THEMES Sword Bearer
THE ORACLE
DOOMSDAY PROPHET
Mother to THE MOIRAI
THREE SISTERS FATE
CLOTHO LACHESIS
ATROPOS Liberated. .

Her Pain

Fair maiden Themes
she held her chaste
her Gaia heart song
balanced by the scales .

Justitia Goddess
she must trust the good
the Gods
or, so she thought .
or. so she thought ...

zeus the traitor twisted
body of a Greek God
soul of a lizard
it betrayed her  !
Aware of her powers
he kept her captive
on fake promises
the benefit of doubt
this god in heavens
often always bend .

She was discarded
the pain, the pain
heartbroken bereft
Of her magic
was created
Three Sisters of Fate
oppressed, held captive
Clotho Atropos Lachesis. 

ZEUS EXECUTED.
Rudra executed zeus in ruthless ease
this sold ruler of the Heavens Realms
the Nine Dream that belonged to her
999, the sisters three
their powers were usurped
they were oppressed
made to weave in fear
such that, the scales of justice
are never fair !
the blame was laid on them
they were put on spells
they may forget....

Love, Love called
memories beckoned
The Goddess Themes
She could now see
She never did love him
the Greek God
in her heart
held her in trust
Atlas the Titan.
Shiva Moriagetes.

The Trinity Now
Heaven Eternal
999 the Sisters
they returned
they remembered
Nine Three
the spells
the stories
the revenge
the peace
End of Ages
Vesica Pisces.

Goddess of Justice and Prophecy

Rudra Hunter

Mighty Warrior Overlord Rudra Ruthless
His Anger for enemies, the Violators, Escapes
Any Predefined idea of Rage ! His Endless Assault
Invincibility; The Power to Control War, Deliver !
Putting words in their slave tongues, Confess!
Justice should be dished, You must Confess!
Sick Abominations, NO OTHER OPTIONS.

Anubis took them in, marduk leviathan judas
Anubis took them in,
each other, closed and crushed !
Mahadeva Vairaba Mahakaal
Yama, the Lord God of Hell Diyu
Tributaries here, the River of Hell
Decayed Corpses, Thick Enemies
Inside Out, Upside Down , Confess!
Slaughtered in Hordes, Screams!
Yama Does Not Dream! NIGHTMARES! 

The Summon

Acts 1: 6So when the apostles were with Jesus, they kept asking him, “Lord, has the time come for you to free Israel and restore our kingdom?”

7He replied, “The Father alone has the authority to set those dates and times, and they are not for you to know. 8 But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes upon you. And you will be my witnesses, telling people about me everywhere—in Jerusalem, throughout Judea, in Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.”

(New Living Translation)

By the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit the Cross is crossed.

Chastised by fire, He will crusade, walked over embers

went down, down, and down, as the dead all frowned.

Descendent they screamed ! the branding they met. 666

The branding on their forehead. I mark thee unforgiven!

 

Face your Maker, Blasphemous Bastards! They died by hordes 

Rudra Ruthless, He would do what it takes. 

His scimitar of fire cold as ice, as every time

every gash. a spirit can take, he takes, without an armour

power does not come easy, one must sacrifice. 

 

Ave Satanas, the Mighty Fallen, Rise Ye, He called
Ave Heart, the temple, Purify!
Burn the evil, No Mercy!
The ones to be slain,
are to be slain, remorse fancy!
No regrets left, nothing to repent
Is your heart chaste?
Can you execute Fate?

Invincible, Rise Ye, by the Guardian Army!
Recollect your dues, dream persistent, Karma claim!
Girt your soul with spirit sword, partake
Oath of faith, faith of Fate, True Hearts Never Break!
Love, can you love? Thy love, deep such all it takes.
Shed thy ignorance, lose thy apathy, destroy you are none.
He roared reality is but a False City
No direction home! Come, be one!
Come, become, find your grip, warrior, slay thy twisted dream.
Pay your dues, earn your place, Heaven! Seven Seven Seven.  

Pain

Indescribable pain Kali bears
sake of compassion mercy pity
holy holy holy you are holy,
to help the hopeless, hopelessly.
hopelessly, hopelessly. hope. 

All this at
Shiva lowers his head
and cry and cry and cry.
Why do you even try?
they are not me, I am you.
How can I? How can I not?
She asks, Shiva sighs.

He can not simply see!!
she sees but seldom says,
they latch onto her being
extract life leeches, as lifeless.

Empty suffering, wish I could not feel.
dead heart, a dead heart is good,
she thinks, will he ever forgive me?
this bloodied lip, will he kiss?
Oh no! God save me.
the SCREAM
HATRED DIVINE. 

Shiva, she wishes
he would avenge for her
She feels so trapped,
so caught up, so confused
she wishes
Shiva create her heaven.

Rudra ruthless, he will do what it takes
He will see she breathes freely in safe
moments mingled with at last
at last, at last the time to meet.
Rudra, please help me
Her bloody lips whisper
You help me,
His desperate urge
carried far.

The Tandava Protagonist

Destruction serenity

The shackles holding me, wings.
Words freeing, you have a beautiful name.
Remember your ancestry, the theater
you signed for? Do I? I do, but
You never know. endlessness...
one story, one O, endless zero.
Destruction? Now what is that?
Pain, may be,
serenity, may be
safety, my responsibility.
soul on oath. I am the name
all true names are held.

Her eyes, silent waters
stillness, inner ocean, infinite
I am you, you are me.

The Tandava Protagonist
keeping count by beads of tear
moment awaited
painstakingly made
dot by dot by dot by dot
a point is but the eternity
close. open, any you choose.
do not fear love
I am always here. a garland of snake,
Rudra meditates
dance of destruction, cosmos
nothing is lost...
astral planes surreal
disintegration, separation
dot by dot by dot by dot
step by step by step. 

Kali Bare

Blessed Prakriti, lost woman in painful indecision
Should she bear, just keep bearing the hurt, all bare?
She has never known love, sometimes she feels.

On nights, somehow nights are blessed
The dark, darkness, dark man Shiva, she feels embraced.
I feel impure, love; i feel so impure that the water
the mirror i hold in my palms, folded for your prayer
i wish i held blood, blood of all my hurt
anoint your temple with my pain
would you accept my prayers then?

Rudra, the mighty man,
lowers his head in shame.
Dearest beloved,
finding soft words
flowers for her worship,
he says, gently,
with a sense, helplessness,
love, all darkness created of me
If I am to assume responsibility
your pain is by me i can not deny.
i can not deny, not deny, deny...

many a times, in this maze, i lost you
seeking you, my love, is my world
blood prayers you say...
beautiful, 
i am honored that you can still love
after all the hurt and pain, absence
we never seem,
to be together again
and again and again we try
many a worlds created and destroyed
but,
we never
never seem to find time.
am i time?
Are you timeless?

They cry, rains fall like a murmur
Finding words again
after ages. he says,
Come close, be proud,
come closer, love, 
Hold me, just as,
sacred beloved,
you always thought.  

Silence of Water

Hush. The Lord is silent.
Hush, words cannot describe.
From darkness, was born light..
The ocean, from its depth
Rose the earth.
the first lovers, of the Universe
Rudra and Kalika,
Prakriti and Purusha
infinity eternity, eternities,
Rudraksha, drops of tear.
At Kailash, In his Crystal throne
Ancient of the Ancients
Maha Dev, ethereal waters
snow flakes
It is cold.

Pure as Kali,
dark so dark,
light must show...
silence ushers depth,
End of ages
imminent,
balance works
invisible geometry,
tree poem, Void pain, 
empty end.

Then, the Fakir of the road
casual doomsayer
He will say have peace
If Allah wills, Dead roads
would crack, earth,
spring stream
waterfall.

suddenly all,
Peace as if still, a lake airy deep
pebbles clear, stories held dear
endless and boat,
transparent....
transparent....

floating in the flow,
lights glow,
fireflies,
poignant night,
lost, as in the book,
the depth,
of seven seas,
oldest trees, stars, 
blue night, remember?
remember?

full moon, ancient snow.

3 And God said, Light be made, and the light was made. 4 And God saw the light, that it was good, and he parted the light from (the) darknesses; 5 and he called the light, day, and the darknesses, night. And the eventide and the morrowtide was made, one day (the first day).

Beloved

Love and War

Radha, Rudra sighs
Durga, her heart broken
and how she hides,
it is unbearable!
He calls, in a silent hall
broken music floats by
breathing, caressing
crying silence,
rain, lotus, pearls
forgive me, my lord.

Dearest beloved
why
do you seek forgiveness?
i am to blame
you left home
one night
for love, to seek
my love, maybe
not enough...
not yours alone,
is anyone?
how can one possess
hold on to love..
the no thing
of no things.

you know,
you kept saying
your keepsakes
pain and hurt, and loss
she left,
then, now, 
how the river washed your feet
how the birds share your tears
how did you disappear?

purest dear, 
I am here,
forever and ever...

to be here

with you

Pray Thee Ancient

Shiv. Aum. Omkar

DANCE, cosmos, Nataraja Magnanimous
TANDAVA RUDRA VAIRABA
Grandmaster Mahapralaya,
SHIV. AUM. I. EYE.
Trinity, destiny, 
manifest, magnitude
Grace Nataraj, grace!
 
The wind, the flowers, her perfume...
memories memories again,
by the wings of angels 
what have you brought me beloved?
the universe in a pollen grain,
The flower sought,
Lotus, snake dark, beautiful
sleeping coiling
from the end to the beginning
subconscious to conscious
the Mandorla!
 

Hypnotizing waters,
Sahasrara Mahapadma!
Flow grace flow..
poem poem poem
Blossom,
Night, the snake  
Sleep, still sleepy
when stillness comes, drowsy. 
pain? numbed!
 
Just happiness!

A prayer
 
Moon light guide
all wronged ones
lost souls
at the crossroads.
Shiva, 
save the fallen ones
sad deity 
guardian 
of the sacred flames.
 

Mahapadma, Lotus of a Thousand Petals

Romance

Tara. Mahamaya. Woman, she is illusion
Dreams, memories, loving, caring for the butterflies
the birds visiting along, taking time from their busy lives!
Blessed be the woman, mother, daughter Sitara, sister, love,
Rudra murmurs the angel wings, peace, hope, dove,
Tara, do you hear me? Silence, and flitting butterflies.
Do you hear my prayers? The dawn draws to dusk.

My love, hold on there,
let this moment, transpire,
let this moment,
perfume of your presence,
transcend, are you here?

Love beautiful love
Density is gentle, light air
All one finds trees
Many hundred years old, thousands, timeless
the young ones, the seeds of tomorrow,
forest, forestial sorcery, the Queen gently roams
away from the drums of constant war,
The eternity of paradise, forestalled
heart concentrated heart condensed
weaving dreams, Sisters of Fate.
Goddesses' glorious amazement,
pearly water, fluid to touch
trees made of colours
and flowers blossom clusters.
On lonely nights, luna
She smiles vaguely
Dreaming intoxicating,
Dark pink fantasies.

 

On masks, and unmasking

Masks ambiguity mysterious shades.
Interpretations any and many, on intention.
A rebel conceals eyes appearance, vigilantes
roam in dense lucid forests, at surreal dreams.
A mask made of truth obvious extraordinary!!
His sanity, depends on wearing a moonlit face,
Prince Lucifer, Rudra of the realms.

A rebel, a crusader is no liar, no pretender,
such as the false idolators,
and preachers of twisted wisdom,
puny demonic whispers ego-confident
at imitating, and clever follow-up
of conversations
whence the twitchy traitor,
pretends to be Jesus and Satan
both, but is a neither of one.

Masked wizard smokes the drug of war.
After all, what war is without unmasking??
your beheaded enemy?
Taking head is just a metaphor
of claiming control absolute
on the slavery mind,
a fly for the octoped spider
The Black Widow maybe....
forests can be fatal!
she takes the hapless fly
in, most violent
and deadly literally.

Black Widow

Heavy Handed Execution

Shiva's mighty jurisdiction
Absolute control
Reptilia
Confined in openness,
under personal stake,
if he is wrong
he is trapped forever there.

Mistake is a meaningless word.
One who had coined
all words once, from the AUM.
in spirit, he has never mistaken.
pure soul,
vibration eternal.
Heavy metallic executions
were meted out
at the climatic war
psychic apocalypse
End of Ages ushered 
No mercy was shown
where the slaves
discarded piety by will,
conscious choice,
avoiding Good over evil.

The demons did not get any of it.
They could not think much either,
slaves, fools, they have sold their souls
now Satan can put words
where their minds belong!

Crime needs to be confessed,
the criminal must come forward,
they do not confess by choice
they think they do,
their pride, never gets them
to realize, luxury of freedom,
free will and such,
unavailable anymore. 
rules of hell are strict,
nothing is done
without highest
Executive Jurisdiction. 

After death matters

zudas hung himself one such night.
in the afterlife, the executioner
who brought him in, dragging
by his skeleton horse
with the noose this thing
used to end its life. Vairaba.
He read out the crimes
Put up an open notice.
Branded the dead,
Its decomposing body
heightened with sensitivity
its sick phallus fascination
it must suffer
the same.

There are no cures in hell.
Hell is the cure
for a corrupted world. 

Two as One and 11, 12, 13, 14

He was here

Shiva's fingertips paint sepia dreams
On her forehead, sandalwood, cold,
to touch, his little finger, gently resting
slowly, inspiring, a memory, of love
of a commitment made at first...
when time was one, he was one
the one and one, was she created
his consort, her consort....

Ever since, Rudra has returned
to the stories, in avatar eleven. 
Making a minimum sense
as Mahadeva is Omnipresent!

She was there

Every time, she has also returned
Memories of her beloved
Lost somewhere in the disbelief
reincarnations and mundane reality.

Myriad magical stories to be
The Leela of love, longing, belonging,
Finding, losing, the pain, one a many deaths

seeing life at the wildflowers
by the graves where they were.

The Jesus Mary Story

In the Jesus Mary story,
She was the apostle thirteenth,
If eleven is perfect balance duality
then twelve raises the value
to the sphere of trinity
Dividing a circle equally into three's.
Then the thirteenth
A number that tilts all balance
unless it is based on trust!
Jesus had twelve disciples
(including the traitor judas)
Mary of Magdalene had the honor of thirteenth
and Jesu himself was fourteenth,
but thirteen was taken
and scripted as 1 13.
When judas was executed
At the end of ages,
The numbers returned to
Thirteen all holy
Jesus, Mary, and other
without any traitor.
The fourteenth meaning was also kept
With Christ Anti Christ Mary Eleven more,
A number of victory!
whence Seven is One above the trap of Six
And parallel victories marked as seven times eleven,
The seventy seven, one can add to fourteen.
Their fables keep being said
The obligation of stories incomplete,
So that lovers may meet. 



Eleven

The Hell of Shiva: (Redemption)

Its the same

In the infinite abyss of imposed vengeance
The dark man fights for redemption, symphonic
In his assumptions, justice to his and him woman
is never satisfied, unless
the workings of freedom are done all and all.

The lowland is a desert for the greedy lost
looking for treasures in hidden pyramids
not to revere, but to sell, they enter the gates
of hell.
This deserted land of the Dark Cross
is a strange predicament of the Universe
as just for the sake of light existence,
balance, there has to be a dark place
deserted, and someone to keep the desert
the loveless endeavor of sold out torture.

He created, he was, from him was made
the madness which is not his doing
but is made unto his oath,
unconfirmed conformity,
abusing the Lordly name, Satan
pinned on him, pain.

Sometimes he wears the dark cross armor,
sometimes just the cries of his enemies,
the prisoners who got in here
simply because they wanted to..
their greed, pulled them in,
they were pulled around,
puppets on a string.
the reasons were justified
by the heinous sins they made
the sake of a fight that they put up first
was counted at the last.
Twisted conspiracies imposed on him.
sworn warrior of the realms.

He took his toll, when the time came.
Cross he wears, 999 or 666
all at his soul discretion
in perspective any
as it seems fit.
the emblem burns tormentingly
sacrifices and the retributions
the pain, released on sell outs
they incited, to him was the end
by authority ultimate,
King of Hell.

His being born into galaxies,
he is him, and she is hers
their emptiness, not ever meeting
breathes black holes of infinite infinities.

Rudra Tandava

The Grandmaster of Mahapralaya
He maintains his purgatory
Reptilia...
Reptilia..
Reptilia.. 
Rounded everywhere coiled
by the most fearful snakes
an endless river of reptiles
thick poison melts
abusive demons acid
After their souls are taken
by the agreement
they thought
they entered like winners
only to find an endless trap waiting,
they have been made the price!
At their cost, their caught up sacrifice,
humans have earned heavens infinite!

How are their souls taken?
it is left to the executioner.
A Lord known as Vairaba in Hell
Pure Child, born before time.
Bloodbath is but a sad song
Hell never has been a joyous space,
The will that governs executions
Orders dispatched silently,
To find them already written
But never discovered, as yet,
on the Rock walls
of a forgotten cave.

The methods are many,
mostly irrelevant as hell
Satan pushes them to suicide,
Executes psychic death by accident,
staging a personal death, blackbirds.
the part of him war occupies. His feet. 

There is no escape,
when all sold souls
have to pay their tolls.
In the decorum of undergrounds,
The heavy hammer of Odin
The swords of Michael and Gabriel
The eyes of Anubis
Trident of Shiva
or the Spear of Lucifer
Instruments of authority.
Absolute.
Absolute authority.
Reclaimed.

About the trapped

No one wants to see those miserable faces!
What is their to see!
What is there to see. 
their is no perverse glory of torture in hell !
its only the churning
he takes it in, for the hope
only for the hope
Redemption some day.
some day.

the slaves all thought they purchased rights
to do any act they think is wrong.
sometimes pretending as beings good and true.

never heeding voices of who.

The Judgment is done, leviathan's is taken
along with marduk, born of the envy dragon
Their coiled connected bodies burnt to ashes
after the open spectacle. 

What is the open spectacle? 

The unforgiving God
Annubis of Egypt, he is a dark Dog Head
created by himself, in himself, at some loving memory
nonetheless! When the God and Goddess made love
at a space
they found sacred
a place they called their own
seeds sown.
The red and the blue,
by the secret land of the free.

Anubis took them slaves,
marduk and leviathan
besides the other of the assigned branding
the marked unforgiven,
by the twelve point protocol
The names were read out,
as in order, one by one,
leviathan and marduk were the firsts to go.
or the last, if
numbers are taken
inside out.
  
Anubis took them slaves, not to keep them,
but to put one inside others private portions
bound in sickening contortion
with the spear of flesh they wielded
it was forever attached,
closed the entrails of the dragon,
and sealed their twisted fates.
he sealed their fates, SUFFER!

Anubis took them in an open spectacle!
Anubis took them to eternal torment in hell.
Revelation 13. John Wycliffe

Return of Chiaroscuro Warriors

White wolves
Made of moon
howled lunatic moans
Night land cried,
Icy fur gleaming
Icicles shining in the grass
A dark earth
Carries the music far...

The eyes shine
Memories of the woods
A call for the spirits,
Beyond that land
where reality ends

Mysterious forest of the realms

Along a chiaroscuro path

Rides the horsemen four
of the apocalypse.

Tigers accompany them by bonfires

Birds of prey

Circle, above head

The hoot of an owl
The screech of a baaz
And the whispers of a snake.
whispers of a snake...

Trees shift shapes..

Come closer
Closer more
call all ancient waves.

...

The horsemen they share smoke and songs

And silent determination

How difficult 

and heartless

To be a merciless enemy.
This is what the foes have brought it down to,
heartlessness of the good, dire depletion
of gentle feelings, sad. 

Laden heaviness hangs aloft.

Dense.

These men here,
Rudra Tandava Pralaya Vairaba

Wizards of fate,
Without rest

Magicians of love and hate.

Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse