The Chatty Grim Reaper: Columbarium Ether


 

 

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The Chatty Grim Reaper: Columbarium Ether

 

 

The Chatty Grim Reaper: Columbarium Ether

 

Spirit, Mind and Matter Over Flying Divergent Tangents

Lightening ushered forth from out of the ground, a phenomenon that startled Rhyan long enough for Khia to engage her powers.  She committed acts of Ambrosia upon sacred grounds/Lands/Earths & Soils.

Powerful transcendent alchemy shook forth the Soils. She could not allow Rhyan to access the Grimoire. Khia had memorized the Grimoire of her family. The Grimoire ancient books of spells, amulets and talismans, charms and divination had no desire of it’s own but took on the plans of those who possessed it.

Transmutations of Triffidious EchoOsis

Strange plants began sprouting of the ground. Extra terrestrial super vegetation consisting of typically short plants with long narrow leaves, growing wild or cultivated on pasture, odd seed pods appeared strays from regurgitated bird food from winters long past that decided to grow.

These grassy reeds once summoned grew forth and multiply engulfing surrounding wild meadows. Roots spread like a little Army.  Reedy Battalions lurking under the ground, awaiting Resurrection.

Softly illumined by a canopy of glowering green pods filled with a mixture of alien embryos nurtured at Necropolis North a Chartreuse within the sylvan constellation a beautiful busker-boodle consisting of Flying Tangents populated by elegant Cherry Red Full Lipped beauties distributing Jankers.  Killing them with Self-Propelled Witty Knives.

As Seen Through The Panopticon

Sprouting Transformation threatened to open the Earth and Swallow them Whole. Sprouting Candelabra hands.  Etheric messengers and mystical travelers at once engulfed the land. Shores began to ebb and flow. They were Met with such unbridled force that produced crystallized earthquakes within the windstorm.

Khia had to use the full force of her Khemetic powers to contain worlds of changing Discourse. Khia’s strength was being tested within internal war zones for Rhyan had summoned Dhani the Destroyer from her cerebral cortex. Dhani and entity so powerful that it had the power to transverse worlds, universes, galaxies one’s thoughts, memories and desires with the ability to externalize itself into a fully fleshed creature.

 

 

Destiny Inhabits the Soul


 

 

 

 

 

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Inhabit

 

Let me take you on a Phonetic Poetic Photo journey via pictures and Verse.

Black is not something I do. It is who I am.

It is the place I inhabit and that which inhabits me.

Black is the space where ancestral spirits find place within my soul. It’s music inhabits my every thought and deed. From Be-Bop to Hip-Hop it’s all there never to be displaced no matter my current accommodations.

Calling me Journey. Sojourning for Truth.  Ain’t I a Woman strong and fierce.

Calling me Traveler for I have inhabited many shores. I strode forth without ever leaving my home.

Home is the place that inhabits me. Every cut corner ragged edge begs to be filled. Silence inhabits uncharted symphonies of mindless cacophonies. Symphonic Blasts inhabit the Universe.

Museum paintings and sculptures inhabit three planes: Past, Present and Future. Transformation begins via viewers lending voices to long forgotten pasts. Silent Interiors speak Volumes but only the selected of the masses can hear its voice.

The butterfly leaps from Chrysalis thrust into Arboreal fields. In tune with Eternal Firefly beings.

Street Urban Art Inhabits dreary dry brutalist streetscapes revamping the atmosphere paying Silent Verbal Homage to fallen heroes kept from whited sepulchral one-sided gallery spaces.

The past inhabits the future while dullards look askance on those not like them. The past inhabits the present whilst clinging to a more hopeful future.

Past and current inhabitants on a collision course with destiny. Destiny inhabits the storm.

The Great Soul inhabits All Souls at birth yet flees from the wicked. Let Grace Abound.

Yes We Inhabit a strange land mystically inhabiting three spheres. Counterclockwise orbits inhabiting galaxies.

 

 

 

A Love Supreme in Search of Me.

 

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Secrets of a Decaying Socialite


 

Secrets of a Decaying Socialite

Broken is who and what I am. Every day I see the pieces of my armor falling to the floor. I am that tragic secret whispered among the thorns. An embalmed mannequin morphing into a rotting corpse.  A piece of trash waiting for Sanitation to pick me up and deposit me on the refuse heap. The Reaper comes for his Harvest as the Char Man makes his daily delivery to Sanford & Son. Elizabeth I’ll see you soon.


Homicide

When did the explosion happen? Who knows? Because I think it was really an implosion. Being a Nightmare waiting to be born. Somebody put a  dent in my universe which I don’t know how to repair.

Save your prayers. Save Your Prayers for stones on the ground. Each prayer causes me to die a little each second of every day.  Wash away the guilt and shame so embedded that you need to kill parts of your brain to live.  

Documenta Dementia.

Let me go back to the nobody I’ve always been. One with nothing to prove.

I am not mortar and stone.  I am bubbling flesh bursting at the seams. In my dreams I’m someone else. Somebody else. An important person. A person with a mission, passion and purpose. Going up in the air ready to crash into the next mountain peak. Brought low. Brought back to earth. Reality.

Birthing a mummified child. Dear Dead One How long were you within me? He just kept stabbing at my web of lies whilst becoming entangled within its sticky threads. Pain Follows even to the most secret hiding places.

Thank you and please enjoy my Triggers.