The Iron-side Chimera

Seventy-seven eyes
One gapping belly
Eighteen legs
and a skull full of jelly

Scales of Iron
Jaws of steel
Twenty-two ears
and a tongue like an eel

A torso of timber
Claws like a crab
Neck of a sea-horse
A rear of brass slab

Electric spinal chord
Acidic tears
Sad that he was made this way
Alone for all these years

THE ALGRAMATHER (the poem)

Reticent for fear of punishment
The Luvicrin keeps composed
Sweet and ethereal
She breathes in the world
While balanced on little green toes

The hope of man
She has a plan 
Love will be restored in this realm
For as the Luvicrin is viridian
The land shall be green again
With her behind the helm

The Algramather 
Once had buried her 
Deep beneath the filthy ground of clay
But she reserved a love deserved 
To share she found a way

No blood raven nor nothingface 
Could eat at her resilient faith
She would replace the nothingface,
The Great Eraser she would erase.
And man would no longer be harvested as slaves

“Queen Gretchamel, you go to hell,” she yelled,
but the Luvicrin was dismayed
The day that the darkness would go away would not be now
For the oppressing shadow beasts did feast on light
Depressing was the absence of a ‘today.’


a/n: For "THE ALGRAMATHER" (the story) click here

The Magician

Your smile is the magic.

Sparkling like fireworks

your eyes radiate mystery and adventure

As If all the oceans swayed beyond your sight

The opaline horizon cupped in your hands

never darkens or fades away.

Your secrets are locked deep within your beautiful mind,

relics of time and space.

Deep cosmological phantasmagora at your fingertips

your wisdom is only exceeded by your charm

They swoon in your shadows 

as your very presence erases all doubt of authenticity

Your magic amazes even me: Cynic 'extraordinaire' 

You never settle for mediocrity,

Novelty, your greatest asset

never ceasing to astound the crowd

we live for your surprises.

and your velvet voice that we love.

Astound us once more,

miracle magician.

Eye of illusion

Eye of illusion Imagined by design 

The power of seeing 

And thinking combined 

~ ~ ~ ~ 

Eye of illusion 

Black as charcoal 

We are the infants

Of an entity at least 9,400 years old 

~ ~ ~ ~ 

Eye of illusion 

Omniscient and wise 

Men tell their tales 

It sees through their lies 

~ ~ ~ ~ 

Eye of illusion 

Present in dreams 

A foreboding allusion

But nothing's ever what it seems 

When Man Returned as Clay

Ten-ton titans force-feed uranium into their greedy-box mouths resulting in the division of imprisoned atoms and nuclear fission. The colossal creatures care not for the potency of the effluent energy. They rumble and groan as they sink into their thrones of barberry bone…


Never alone. Never alone. They, that own
the radical universe of Arydarixidia.
A billion years before, the land known as Libya.
But in this chaotic era of titan kings
and other gigantic things,
humanity is no more.
Replaced by this ghastly race of leviathan gargoyles
with brains of sludge and blood that boils.
Cold laser eyes.
Razor death cries.
And the lies, o’ the lies!
relayed to each other
from father; mother to sister and brother.
Ironic the bionic interface of titan lovers.
The storms between their brass cymbal ears are atrocious;
ferocious, the homunculus: precocious.

Behind the veil of wind and hail, fields of yellow cake decay.
The sky glows in vivid shades of indigo turned grey
The night is day, the day is night
The only light is the bright malachite mite,
luminescent and tumescent,
crushed and ingested with Jade tea as a psychotropic depressant,
or served over compote of mashed rice and stewed pheasant.
The titans wine, dine; converse in rhyme to pass the time
as the satellites float overhead, forever in space,
recalling the past of all people erased.

The Indivisible Ogre Crew

An ominous ogre lived by the sea

Using his night vision hunted did he

With gagged edge razor blade

Dinner he made

Killing a lamb on a sheepish sheep raid

With growl and snort he gulped it all down

but careful to chew lest it fall to the ground

Purloining a pint of pale ail from the store

He barfed up his food then hunted for more

With gleam to eye and spring to feet

He imagined himself ready to eat

Again and again food was his best friend

He'd gorge and feast till he reached the end

Then ogre did rest on thickest grass by sea

Dreamed over more sheep and in dream killing did he

Rested yet edgy pet his pet piggy named pedgy

Swam in warm waters as happy could be

Mind Mutations

She smiles at me with a grin full of titanium
Her eyes burn as sapphires
Hard gems dipped in hydrochloric acid
melting at the corneas

She cackles in delight
as I, the fat boy, grow ever more plump
muddied saliva drips cruelly through the bars of my cage
and I faint into the midnight moon.

I gently rise from out of the mid-day sun
golden dew lightly precipitates from my bed of clouds
as I, the delicate girl, morph into a bird ever more beautiful
He hums a gentle hymn

solidifying crystals of rain pour from his heart
soft to the touch like velvet foam
His eyes soak with the love of purified water
He frowns at me with a countenance of concentration

My mind and its bifurcated realities

The Leviathans

Eons ago 

Mighty leviathans lived

Massive as can be!

Each footstep

an Earthquake

A tempest at sea

Heads above the cloudline

sight beyond the horizon

a vision of 3000 miles

A million eyes they could rely on

Each groan that emanated

from deepest belly of fire

ejected from toothless mouths 

vast as canyons

hair like barb-wire

Giants of Earth

More grand than the heavens

Companions of centuries

Their combined age:

One billion eleven

They lived on forever

until one day 

They flew off into space

No one knows why they went away

But let me tell you this:

They still reside in my dreams

Not only monsters of the mind

It's more than it seems

For they and I became one

Zeus's sons of the night

to haunt all the children

to cause a great fright

And on Halloween

we appear.

Apparitions beware

for the Leviathans 

are here 

are here

very near

to instill fear

Another time, another age, rebirth

Far beyond the glowing moon

flew a pure white crescent loon.

Passed the peaks of Carthanon

after a war now done and gone.

Soared the angel of the night

Swift and silent out of sight

Above plains of tired dead 

Men that once lived lives of dread

The heaven's mouth opened wide

thus the bird did fly inside 

Swallowed hole like snack of snake

Ancient belly rumbled; quaked

Flash of light and flame of fire

lit the sky up like live wire.

Ocean's riptides churned below

'neath the heavens ghastly glow

Time did stumble like a drunk

The huge moon pulsed as it sunk

Welcomed twilight to the earth

Appeared loon a new rebirth.

The Tyrant King Dethroned

Ancient anguish rips across the giant's mind
He's torn in five directions of hate
One for lack of love
two for power lost
three for the splinter piercing his heart
four for his soul eternally damned
five for his wretched existence as a slave

Of course, there is Kryzon 
King and lord of the beast.
The giant must serve at the feet of this despot
And by virtue of the five hates fueling his psychosis
He screams every waking moment
The deep reverberation of his howls sends echoes of pain
across vast landscapes of darkness.

Destitution reigns supreme
and he, the haggard witness to the injustices of the land
endures no end to the misery
He is haunted by a specter 
a phantasmal and primordial being 
pulling at the giant's spinal cord.
He realizes that he is one of the forsaken fallen.

The hell-bound hero, disproportionately lacerated 
by the mayhem of his chaotic cerebrum,
is then ceremoniously cremated by the incensed king 
for transgressions done unto him.
Didactically delirious, the king lights the flame.
The Giant moans, huge eyes smoldering with his five hates
Irate flames lick his toes but the monstrous beast
only feels his fury coarse through his raw-hide veins
The description too horrid to account for.
Yet recognized by all the heathens 'neath crimson skies
as soul torture.
Heart-wrenching anxiety carries in waves through the crowd
The spectators are shackled in stocks before the bonfire.

The ultimate power unchecked booms beneath the ground
A deathquake.
Magnitude 12.8 rattles the heavens
The Goddess of Ire, shaken, gazes from her throne and feels pity
The giant doesn't deserve this treatment
Thus she violently reacts.
A vortex of wind catapults from her gapping orifice for a mouth
lightning laced
and down it goes.

The mound of fire beneath the giant is extinguished by the blast.
He raises his massive fists into the air and screams 
in ecstatic relief.
His x-ray vision homes in on the wicked king
and in three cataclysmic strides, he flanks Kryzon
and crushes him between the calloused balls of his thumbs
bones break like brittle twigs.

He is king now. Tyrant of everything.
The ghastly ghosts of Gylrahide howl in joy
He grins, a cool and vicious cowl covers his weathered face
Suffering had came his way
and now redemption
within his fingertips
He would guide it with exacting precision
never before manipulated by any laser.
This was his rebirth.
The giant savors his rapture
and his final scream transmutates into a melodious
hum, only quantifiable by the leviathan bumblebees of
Typhorium.

This is his legacy
accounted to you by I,
his humble muse, Albereez
housed on the apex of Mt. Dreary
patiently awaiting my turn
at totalitarian 
tainted
tortured
tyranny.
The next giant awaits his story to be told.
I unroll my massive, dusty parchment 
and begin to inscribe his future with my blood. 

Effervescent Rhythm #29: Mezzoforte

A tremendous glowing moon rises towards a tessellating sky of stars
The massive mountains of time seem to climb higher still
Ethereal cherubs dance daintily on snow-capped powdered peaks
Now the light of an enchanted night fulfills its will
Like arcs of flame and sparks of steel
smoldering fire creatures turn the great season wheel 
Stone-brow juggernauts full of zeal
make the moment seem unreal
Hypnotic voices whisper through hidden valleys
Tales of gold and glory
They that hear the sounds of ancient victory
live on to relay the stories.
Old is the epoch era aeon arrived ages ago
To the rhythm of booming drums that no one truly knows
Or been heard before beyond pacific seas
Tiny glints of treasured hints produced by honey bees
Astral fissures and their divinity wielding hands of iron
set course across the heavenly body of the moon
below, the fairies hum their anthem, a perfect pitched tune.
Nowhere else but here high on mountain peaks they speak
a murmur so faint it is barely heard
Silken and soft are the angel's exchanging magical messages
these are their special words:
"eyes that cannot see, a minute sliver of a mystery,
can hold the gaze of deaf and silent ears quenching abnormal fears
of birth and death and all the rest when minutes are like years"
Meaning nothing to me. I manifest my wings and soar
a silhouette of a bird
never to be seen again
and never to be heard

The Flame

The flame has nowhere to go
So it chases its tail till the fags begin to glow.
Friends have joined in on the romp.
Some clap and others stomp.
Enchanting is the energy created.
Tiny embers warm to the picture illustrated.
A portrait of life depicted in heat
The air feels it, so it facilitates the beat.
Pop! Crackle, Snap, Roar!
Fire spirits: The kings of hardcore.
HOT! It makes you sweat.
The flame can burn, don’t forget.
Or blaze into a crimson net.
Consuming everything without regret.
Only the impending rain hopes to quell the hunger…..
Then, overhead clouds break and the first raindrops fall to the sounds of thunder.
The earth is roasting but the rain quenches her thirst.
Living is the agenda now, but destruction came first.
An all-encompassing feeling of security if felt.
But a rip mars this veil of apparent purity
There, quietly hiding,
rests an ember that looks dead at a first glance 
Home to the flame eager to dance.

A Supernatural Partnership

I am anger. You are rage
I am the actor. You are the stage
I play with you. You toy with me
We make blissful misery
We work well together
I do good. You do better
Sure we shake others like a storm
Its because we are fire from cauldrons born
I am lightning. You are livid
I take your heart. You gladly give it
Pleased to meet you. I know you already
When I shiver you hold me steady
You are my rock. I am your river
They demand and we deliver
Do they know what we can do?
No one can fit inside our shoes
We are a grand concatenation
Devils too are God's creations
We are alive when they are dead
We are the whispers in their heads
I, the devourer, You, the dreamer
They pray. Its we they fear
I dedicate this verse to you
You accept whatever we do
What I hide, you reveal
Its their soul that we must steal
Together, together
There is no one better
Except for our father
Keeper of heaven
We are six
He is seven
You are my angel. I am your devil.
We eye each other on the same level
I am your sister. You are my brother
You are my best friend and I wouldn't want another

Kingdoms

Majesties grace
A rocky shore
Separates our kingdoms
Yet for an ocean apart
We are together
Thy kindred bathed beneath
The regalities of my sword
Those knights that gleam
Beneath the cauldron star
And armor's cold hard steel
Feel the mirth of summers spent
This alliance we share as brethren
Embraced in loyalty and valor
Holds limitless account to
Battles won and lost
For gold's tenuous claws
Keep at bay the scouts
Of the others ruled by wolves
Clandestine endeavors aimed
At patriotic division.
Yet subversive that they be
We are born of the same mother
We are inseparable 

"Beware, the radiation dynasty..."

“Beware, the radiation dynasty and its mutant cryogenics!”
The nihilistic naysayer’s wisdom left him his own cynic.
An infinite clemency slipped past his histrionic zenith
Timebomb butterflies exploding casual serenity was really what he meanith

Beyond the robotron revolution lays Jupiter’s grave solution
A zero-framed insurgency of fatalistic confusion.
He came into the distant future to cannibalize Saturn’s smallest creatures.
With brains to match the biggest empire, and nuclear catalytic features.

A severely proselytized firefly named ‘Titivilus’, slid down the double-helix DNA
Only to meet an eerily civilized choir guy who swallowed him right away
A ceramic canyon magnified superlatives in an existence three-fold sovereign
Serenity, like a buttercup-souvenir-banner-year, kept the denizens a slobberin’. 

An agoraphobic mutineer, two feet tall and stout
Dove into a crowd of clockwork leprechauns, what the hell was that all about?! 
Sex-slave subterfuge: deluge of slimy ooze, 
Always shocked the virgin pachyderm drunk on all the booze

Annihilation of the ancient past made many merchants chant
Om Pradaiya! from the ones who could, and bah! from those that can’t
Completion of Qbert’s calculations, mistook the moon’s craters for ablations
The quantum kangaroo also misperceived the figures for Pluto’s caveman demonstrations
All the daft confusion was bequeathed to Auntie ‘Baboon’ Betty.
Doing pirouettes on a fragile tightrope of spinach-green spaghetti

Oh, my lord, my too-ra-loo, do you really think?
All the things people thought about while hanging ‘round the kitchen sink
Were manifestations of transient insanity or just grand ol’ ideas?
Well, preposterous imagination created all of this during a bout of psychic diarrhea