Christmas gifts for Akasha

Candles enshroud the cold air in silky wrapping,

Hot cider and chocolate embalms the ethereal air,

Rejoice for the love ritual has been answered:

Impish elves celebrate Akasha’s return to winter.

She’s the bright star that melts the snowflakes

Touching the spirit and decorating the mind.

Mistletoes pave her every step,

As she is in joyful celebration –

Santa is answering her list on Christmas Day.

Gingerbread men and women, flavored cookies to devour,

Infinite hope for the new improved future she has found.

Festive and warm pies and plum pudding are hers to greet guests and carolers.

Torrid love and hugs, merged in kisses, are the epochs to gift her,

Sealed in shopping sprees and wrapped in happiness.

Fiery wonder of the galaxy, she will be covered in gold…

Or so the wise oracles have foretold…

Receive her this eve; she has the power to disband snowmen from the heart.

Angel of the tidings unwrap your wings!

Knights of the quill are here to kneel and present their homage…

Away thru the snow a whisper hits the mist:

Santa Claus shall always visits you first,

Hearing you’re the hottest and naughtiest…

Alas, welcome him Akasha; he comes with desired presents and more, goddess almighty!

Gods of Love

Gods of old and new revere, for enticing epochs lonG,

Obscure mistress of pleasures, Akasha, enthralls them all, as ethic is slain by nymphomaniac voodoO.

Dawn of decadence resurrects in the ethereal touches of two or more depraveD…

Sensuality, in the guilty shivering rays of the moon, performs sacrifices in a velvety kisS.

Oath of obliterated ration melts in taints and shadows of the decayed egO.

Fleshy experiments, burlesque dances, barren souls and naked bodies are embellished in atheistic belieF:

Love is divine in essence, but matrimony is the innocent sinner’s entombing veiL;

Olives are wise, tulips are tantalizing but the rose’s obscure deeds are the diaphanous taboO;

Vampire love bites are the crimson muses that feed the rusty quill at their breastS.

Eros, biding my will, your hearts in lust and passion will carvE.

Sapore di oggi

Assaggio l’aroma esoterica di un cappuccio caldo perfetto

Che sta penetrando il timido freddo in un modo neorealistico.

Per fare la penitenza una musa cerca un assedio blasfemo al mio corpo.

Gelosia felice giunge l’amore con gli angeli beati.

Il latte del universo sta ancora per contaminare

La divinità del passato con il profano presente.

Un agnello in agonia sta per celebrare

Il decesso della effervescente decadenza…

Un giorno, forse, vi racconterò gli miei impeccabili peccati…

Ma per oggi… vi rimane nella mente la sentenza del’ inverno.

Chaotic dawn

Night perishes in dim light

To slumber in tenebrous delight.

And the city now fusions

With a canvas of illusions.

The sky is stiff in grey…

To the perky clouds he falls prey.

The sun sets high in orange and gold,

You can see the teeth in his grin…it is that cold!

The silky zephyr was deported.

Winter with her winds September have distorted.

Gargantuan cranes of iron air have touched,

While sky-scrapers mirrors’ blinding glows have hatched.

Noise’s invasion hauls humans livid

In coffins of metal and plastic.

Blocked intersections see arrows but no Cupid…

Walking on foot in husky smokes of pollution…is fantastic!

Disguising guilty gratification in sweet nectar is the cup of coffee

To entrap Sandman’s last pastel in an insomniac dreamer’s fee.

The green parcloses the strange hive

And warmth and light today don’t jive.

The muse is vivacious and has a tainted will!

Always awakes at dawn in rapturous moves the chaotic quill!