"Être Pris"

Its been close to an annum ago...
Within such a period my dreams have animated themselves,
While others danced amongst the grayest of clouds
And sheltered themselves between gasps of air in broken twilight.

I hadn't expected to scribe such a vision onto paper,
Until I found this true... Regretfully.

While impossible to extract such from my memory,
I can admit that there was no pain.
I might try to inhale as fast, and be interrupted,
As she did...
Or to experience the comparis of blunt force with a surge of water to the ears,
But will always fail.

What we perceive to be horrific is only our own conclusion drawn.

Before the headlights diminished,
Her breath was finished by something ethereal.

© 2009 Mirage Chopper

"At First Glance"

To dream the taste of your lips at first glance was a journey beyond the mystical whisper of twilight's eve. With one hand began the journey behind your eyes. I thought, though, that with one touch, such emotion can be made reality. Should our lips collide, then my fingers will walk where many tears have traveled. How can I harness such color from the ocean? Such color that kisses the face of eternity and tries my heart with yearning. I hadn't planned this. I hadn't planned on my soul to swim with yours the moment before your lashes closed for the first time.

© 2008 Mirage Chopper

"He Who Is Not Forgotten"

"To die completely, a person must not only forget but be forgotten, and he who is not forgotten is not dead." - Samuel Butler



Thank You for Your service, Uncle.
Thank You for everything.
Rest in peace.

1946 - 2008

"Berceuse II; To Baera M' Kheili Aezizi"

I couldn't help but wake and reminisce the depth of the crystal blue and teals that touched me at the first breath of a magical eve.
To have just dreamed of you again, I could only lay and ponder.
And then I thought and became torn again as torn is me.
Only an annum ago, I danced atop cylinders and then fell down.
Wounded became the wind-up key to the box of forever and I cried my own song.
The same fingers that turned the key, did once interlace with mine and create a yearning from deep within me.
The premonition was accurate, yet I still reach out with desire for you.
Man ham dooset daram...
I should have known... a visit by horses in color.
I should have known.
If only I could have prolonged the moment where I finally swam in your ocean, I'd be more able to taste the tears of your sentiment.

© 2008 Mirage Chopper

"Rains Of Uncertainty"

This seems perpetual; an eternal ubiquitous paradox that perplexes me from the moment before my first breath of slumber, until the sunlight tastes my face. Could you be that moment. Could you be the last sound heard by me, before I can exist no longer.

I taste you in the air. And in this moment I stare across the plain of your silhouette and into a mirror of certainty. I feel myself inside you. Every curve. Every Ridge. My tongue traces your lips and extracts words unspoken from the very surface where many droplets have expressed themselves upon. The taste of such words is truly ethereal, but, how can one drink from a fountain tainted by the rain of uncertainty. So true, yes, that in the air I do exist.

Am I still that faint rolling though; the growling of the aurora that reverberates through your bones. Am I the anticipation of the declaration of resonance, or am I only the echo that finally shattered the glass that stood before a broken dream.

© 2008 Mirage Chopper

"Streetlights"

The streetlights seem to cast
Your figure wherever I go
Power lines whisper silently
Through them your voice does blow

My heel strikes the pavement
I pivot...
And my head turns too
I stand alone in shadows
I am missing you

I am walking into the wind
Inhaling scents of ghosts
Shattered beams as I look up
To your memory the fog toasts

And into glass sky
I cry...
Street of life, I thought I knew
I still walk turning back
Because I'll be missing you

© 2008 Mirage Chopper

"She"

The saturated red but muddy letters seemed to still cling to my face,
After lying on the newspaper for so long.
That day I was only thirteen.
Only a tortured soul could read such terror inscribed in my eyes,
As I now reminisce fragments of moments and erotic dreams mixed.
I only recall such after experiencing penetrations of my being,
After my own eyes close, whereupon I awaken with tremors.

Her skin was delicate like the underside of a lilac's budding masterpiece.
With a molten tongue followed by cold breath,
Her lips encaptured my nipples each,
While tasting the now hot barb-wire rings sealed inside them.

The fan's blades whirred, producing a perfumed breeze,
Which manipulated her fine hair to caress my jugular and clavicle.
Her cool thighs straddled mine,
As I lay prostrated, anticipating heaven while our fingers entangled in mid-air.
Her eyes rolled back as she sat upon me fully, rocking her hips fore and aft.
Her nails and the tip of her cross necklace parallel on my throat,
As I fucked her in slow deliberate strokes from underneath.

She lay there in a trance atop me, with flesh touching mine in all curves evenly, taking me in.
Moving in slow motion, she let out a faint but sexy growl from about her depths,
While running her fingertips on my biceps, turning them and pinning them down.
Her back arched upward and thrust her bosom heavily into mine,
Whilst her face lowered once again into the crevices of my shoulder.
The grip of her nails seemed to sharpen slightly,
As she dragged her wet tongue up my neck and swirled it into my ear, breathing.
While I exhaled, she planted her berry-sweet lips upon my own, and inhaled what was left,
Collapsing me of thought and sound mind.

Haunted, I remembered the day where I layed my face upon those newspapers, after the attack,
While bleeding in terror on my floor.
I climaxed while she pulled her body upright.
Still with her head down, her hair sifted slowly across my face.
Her nails positioned still on my arms.
I tried to wake up, I did.
But the bars of uncertainty closed my eyes with such force that terror kept them there.
I gave in to this again... This nightmare of she.
Interjecting in the midst of highlights of my dreams, turning them against me.

I opened my eyes, just for one more kiss.

Still without wind, my mouth remained ajar without a word to scream,
As each hair touching my face became a razor.
Each tip sparkling of silver and lacerating my cheeks,
Before she threw her hair back in slow motion.
Each strand from her hair harnessed a violet light and threw diamond like flashes into my line of vision.
Blood from my lips trickled down my tongue into my wind-pipe,
As the creature's spirit influxed her eyes which were now fixated on me...

Poised.
Ready.
The nails...
Oh, The nails!
They grasped my face and prisoned me still while her unstaunched fangs instantly penetrated me thrice.
Jesus Christ!
Did I want to scream, as my throat choked on my own life.
My eardrums were shattered by the noise of her cries.

I exited her while struggling to free myself from her knees,
Now encasing my rib-cage and cracking it with hard, digging thrusts.
The ecstasy filled beads of sweat ran between the curvatures of her breasts and down her belly,
As she licked her lips playfully.
Still staring me down with wanton, hollow eyes, and growling,
I shook uncontrollably.
My face inside-out as I lay there finally managing to awaken and scream before her tongue tasted mine again.

All I had wanted was a kiss.

I rested my head upon my wettened pillow, shaking.
Somewhere inside what feathers were left dry,
I heard the all too familiar crackle of newspaper,
While the fan blades threw scents of perfumed ghosts at my nose.

© 2008 Mirage Chopper

"Half-Black Spoon"

I held my breath open for a moment in anticipation of finding you disturbed. Your violation was truly my fault; rummaged through with wanton disregard, by the very hand which created this half-black spoon. How reluctantly I place this amongst so many meaningful articles; trinkets of life’s mould. Surely it felt the pain from the flames and the stabbing. Used. Objurgated… “Believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see”, I was once told. I place this then, dark-side down.

… How painful though, to have to lay your memory to rest here, next to the discouraged thorn, who at some point became fractured under its crimson umbrella.


© 2008 Mirage Chopper

"Equestrian Dance"

She easily captured my attention as the moonlight illuminated her form.
In the distance her neck careened backward exposing only a portion of her breast,
As she expelled her breath into the starlit night's air.
With a caparison of hunter and yellow,
The symmetry of her dark shoulders was slightly obscured,
And while approaching cautiously her haunches swayed in an incensing manner.
The silver plated chamfron through which she gazed at me
Cast a perpetual shadow over her eyes as she halted,
Then stomped, besprinkling the earth with clay dust.
I advanced slowly and was forced to ambulate to her side.
We began to circle one another.

My cerulean trappings ruffled behind me as I was forced to ascend from my quarters in a trice;
My bridle was pulled back as the two weapons clashed.
A sharp chord rang out as the knight's broadswords collided.
I admired her for a moment the adornment of red roses accented by baby's breath,
Upon her forelocks and was allowed to finally espy her green eyes through her chamfron.
I came down, experiencing the wet warmth of her ips against my ear.
The blades of the swords penetrated each knight's armor,
As they again exchanged blows and then plummeted to the ground.


Her dark mane caressed my cheed and then flipped across my browband,
Forcing my eyes closed in ecstasy.
My face now touched hers as our eyes suddenly become bound;
Her hot breath reached underneath my armor.
We placed out heads upon each others withers,
And rocked slowly as our shoulders brushed slightly.
She shivered from the feel of the cold steel of my crinet on her breast,
As we continued to dance slowly over a bed of roses and baby's breath.



© 2008 Mirage Chopper

"Odi et Amo"

I could only reach with my lips unclosed,
And descend into the penetralia of dreams unknown.
To the deepest depths one could drift and be lost,
Into the maritime abyss of living stone.
You splash crystalline colors and coax me forth,
From behind lashes of raven,
But I may drown and become disheartened,
Relinquishing what is my only safe haven.
Somehow you have summoned me,
From behind the glass again,
And show me what is left;
Just a single tattered rein.
Shall I not swim in dreams,
And stand at the nazir under the celestial skies?
Of course, all the while afraid to peer behind,
What very well may be a disguise.
Perhaps, instead I should presume that you watch,
From what seems ethereal above,
And grow wings not dry from my tears,
And entangle in flight with doves.

© 2008 Mirage Chopper

"Lhasa"

I looked past the nebulous markings at a lusterless reflection, and wondered why you’d do such a thing.
I couldn’t help but set such a memory aside before; striking the asphalt with a toe, in such desperate attempt to find pointless conclusion from a non-violent source.
The heat seemed to rise from the blackening home cooked intellectual nourishment, and finally managed to withdraw tears.
One of them, after trailing down the tip of my nose, found its way past the darkened edge of the wooden utensil, and sizzled until it became nothing.
With a hand clutching the cabinet, I stirred the morsels in a futile attempt to cover the journey past the cover of the box of memories and into the corner of the closet; a place to be trembling and scared shitless.
An engram, that when coaxed forth became a trip so scary you pissed your pants and woke covered with vomit and completely unplussed.
How is it that I should be given this vision to visit the princess willow at Lhasa?
Another tear sizzled on the surface and I still wondered why you’d do such a thing.

© 2008 Mirage Chopper

"Starfish Waterfalls", Prelude to "The Extinction of Papillon"

I had stopped to drink
From the violet water stream
But tonight so different
As the water expelled steam
It touched my lips as I drank
My knee sinking in the sand
A purple heart-shaped diamond
In the palm of my hand
I stood up in slow motion
As quietude was the night
The waves sparkled and
Every creature stood upright
They followed me now
As echoes coaxed me forth
The stars twinkled at me
As my head gazed north

The wind began to blow
A song of one thousand times
The hymn that played on
The mountain of glass windchimes
Red moonlit clouds appeared
As if they were ablaze
And fireflies danced with life
As I watched in a daze

They flashed a million colors
And while blinding me of sight
They torched the water's surface
A million candles of white light
Before a great cliff
They shined a blue gleam
Gathered in shapes of hearts
And disappeared beneath the steam

The air became silent
And the skies began to snow
White flakes touched the water
I saw a green glow
The animals joined hands
And the dragonflies began humming
The green light became bright
I saw the gatekeeper coming
Came forth then lightning
And the dragonflies hummed louder
The bourealis over me
And the snow turned to powder
He appeared on the stone wall
And drew out his sword
His blade slashed a bolt
Ringing out a sharp chord

The aqua shard danced
A coral rose fell from the sky
The water began to stir
And I started to cry
Far atop the water jumped
In her eyes I did see
Pink lips embracing the rose
Twas the stone manatee
Before she went down
A flake touched her lash
I fell to my knees
She was gone in a splash
I reached out for Lad
Where he was I did wonder
With the gatekeeper he sat
With his new friend Thunder

They raised their paws when
Arrived a silver mare
On its back was Myriam
The breeze was blowing her hair
One by one they each appeared
A line of the lands fairies
In clouds of glitter they stood
Their dresses of wild berries

There was a little boy there
Who could finally play tag
Matthew
Holding a match-box car
And a silver dog tag

There stood two silhouettes
Men with no walkers or wheelchairs
Grandfathers
Tall and handsome
Without concerns or cares
And yet there was another
One who didn't need introduction
McKinney winked at me as they saluted
This lightshow and production

The snails played their trumpets
And the bulls did their horns
The birds whistled in tune
While butterflies played the thorns
T'were two gerbils wearing shades
and playing their saxophones
The sky did darken
And decreased did the tones

A final sliver of lasting light
Grandmother stood poised and ready
She placed her pot on the ground
And threw out confetti
So beautiful her face
All painted with rose
Fading to dark
As the scene chose
The candles went out
I could not see
Smokey wicks and silence
All over me

Something held my hands
I felt so warm inside
I was led up the stairs
The fireflies my guide
They had formed a bridge
Of bright blue lights
I stood upon them on
The prettiest of nights
Two of them strayed
Dancing and brightly lighted
They touched the candles' wicks
Which were now re-ignited
Silver and pink diamonds fell
Showering from the sky
I heard on the cliff
A voice I did recognize

A simultaneous sigh
And the creatures began whispering
The leaves of the trees began blowing
And the wind was blistering
A broken doppler effect
I heard liquid rushing
And over the cliffs
Blue water began gushing
It crashed into the lake
Starfish dropped through the mist
I gazed at her silhouette
The diamond glowing in my fist
She stood over us
In a flowing white dress
The magic to unlock hearts
She did possess

I walked a bit closer
And saw her wet lips
The cool breeze was blowing
As her dress defined her hips
With seashells in her hair
It draped over her shoulder
The candles burned out behind me
And they bagan to smolder

Into me gazed her manatee eyes
Yet still she did not speak
She shed but one tear
Which dripped from her cheek
It fell from her face
And touched her soft breast
Her purple heart necklace
It kissed and caressed

She stepped onto the bridge
And walked towards me
I had waited for her
And now she was free
My hand reached out
Then I touched her face
I kissed her lips
As we did so embrace

The candles again burned out
And all of the faces faded
Her manatee eyes adjourned
And the waterfall became shaded
The Princess of Starfish then melted
As the skies continued to snow
The bridge began to disintegrate
And then I fell below

The fireflies began to scatter
In one of the scariest scenes
The butterflies began turning to ice
And flew above as darkening figurines
This was the last I saw of them
Standing in the cold with my skin exposed
Their wings turned to glaciers
And then my eyes closed

© 2008 Mirage Chopper