Some poetry

[Androgenicx]

The One Law

Bold, brazen Power
Life of blaze
Self-shrined craze
No man above may triumph, nor any below shall cower.

Putrid ignorance
Of the basal law
Egotism the brilliate perfection
Not a flaw.

Anarchy the only solid state
Else shake true Gaiean balance
Power bodies must liquidate.

Altruism
And the common good.
These plague-black bromides
Spell dirt
and rotting wood.

You charge me a Heretic?
I charge you with the greatest heresy of all;
The dogged betrayal of the human spirit.
Of it's divine right to betray that which it
Of heresy see fit.

Gaze forth to the stars above.
Their uniform dust spray
Grants their possession
In microscopic quadrants
To all alive that on this Earth lay.

Possession
Not just to the queens and kings
But to every thread-bare back
And fraying slack
Primal equality this indestructible core brings.

Feel
The indomitable life force
That courses in triumphant bursts through your veins.
Live as you please
No remorse
Smile contentedly one last time as you decompose to your remains.

[Androgenicx]

Dark Side


Beyond in the Shadows
Lies a nature unexplored.


A transient cold
White hot and infernal
a dimension available
Solely to the bold.


Pain is not pain
When not conceived as pain
Its essence is twistable
Programmable;
A haven for the insane.


Tethered to chains will we both spasm
You writhe in anguish,
While I orgasm.


“He who makes a beast of himself
Gets rid of the pain of being a man”
No greater sense
No deeper chasm
Than looking to water
reflective in the night
and seeing not yourself
But a demon in the sprite.


Insanity a polarity,
Just one face of the coin.
Neither side for the better or for worse
Two poles never to conjoin.


How understand you
The hallowed tranquility
of flames on the flesh.
Or the cold romance
of the skin and a mesh.


I declare
my serenity the sum
of your fear and your spite,
And that my creed be the anti-dictum
of the heralders of your Light.


That the awe of this blackness
you dare not illuminate
Is so mine.
Mine alone,
By blood and by bone.


Leave me be now,
ye shackles alive
To my own devices
to meaning derive.
Speak not in my ears to your religion drive
To my own nirvana now let me arrive.

[Androgenicx]

Prometheus Again


Strange stardust
Coursing through my veins
Delirium blackhole infinite
of cotton are these chains.


Not transcendental
Or holy or malign
just dry sliced truth
There is nothing divine.


These chemic cosmicites
play centrifuges in the blood
Splitting the magic from the mundane and
the gold from the flood.


Binary blatancy
The lone cold fact
Dead dust will we be,
Not spirits abstract.


Alive but once
Just once and just once


Owe nothing to the scowling hags
or the brass tops and tyrannists
with their bloodshot black flags.


A bullet in my head
A syringe in my vein
“No”, “Not right”
My life, my right
Ill do it and ill do it again.


I am an artist.


An artistI say.
Indulge me, you bastards.
Indulge in my way.

[Androgenicx]

Eight Horse Vacuum


Swaying on the edge of
Two savage hyperboles


One a ghost pathway,
Brilliant and alone
The other a betrayal of my Self
If it I choose to roam.


This treason of the ego
May bring kith and kin,
A smile on my face,
But not serenity within.


It shall render me the pleasures of the flesh;
Luciferous charm I do possess.
Hidden, yes
But brewing placidly
in lethal excess.


To surge volcanically
when its passion pressed
Violent shuddering
in salacious zest.
Oh!
Beckons to me does
Fingers through my hair
and skins in convergence
Vulnerable and bare.


Lest I trade
My sovereignty for
the chemical romance of a second in spare.
I banish these thoughts:
for all love
is but a love affair


Outlasted only
by solitude in flight
A lonely walk
in the embrace of the night.
The spirit of One in bold ignite.


Pining for connexion with souls not your own
Is but a trait of survival
A trait outgrown.
My time it is to attend the highest peak
Maslow's final tier:
A path of pain and a path alone.