THE HORUS FILES
Right before my eyes I observe the sands
of time sift through the hour glass….And yet
the horizon is unchanged….
Life slowly fading from my father quickening his
Right before my eyes I see my wing span reach
in two directions aiming to span this world,
I yearn to embrace my mother fully, her wisdom
so inviting and mighty…..
Right before my eyes, I'm in position. I am become
king. I am. Become thee axis of which holds
The balance between my talons….
Right before my eyes my time, thee time has come
and my instincts have won over your mind to pick your
thoughts apart. Ravenously engorge on your hearts
Right before my eyes those willing to die have
become prey though they pray to they’re hearts
Right before your eyes the throne awaits where
I sit perched. Flap my wings thrice a week.
Pray that I glide safe….
(to be continued)
Your nighttime dazzles while your stars blind
In reserved fine-ness your highness…
Though your beauty is in every eyes beholder
To those who can look up and define ya…
Under ya starry skies I wander…
Umbrella over me I’m under, it would seem
More involved through my telescopes locked in
Your constellations, “right”.
Even opposites attract, right, shyness?
Or should I take a left by venues on the
Scenic route? Pay my tribute for one of Saturn’s
Rings for ya, cuz I’m star struck dying for a sip
Of your macchiato, word to Starbucks.
By: Mario McClain
Phoenix Files Conflagration
I think…No I “Know” you don’t
How could you? I’m only the same
Difference you thought was familiar
While thinking comes from not knowing.
I got your wheels turning and that
But you couldn’t know who I was but
To be where I’ve been is to bring
About life that I have taken.
And I can’t allow that so death is
Let’s see I have a smoking gun, a
Switchblade, keep cold in my ice
Box 10 million English Oxford poisonous
Yoga hot rocks, pause…
I have the most deadly way with
Natural causes. I call it death by
Default since introductions are
Due. Your funeral rites are my life.
I’m in the business of killing strangers.
I promise to kill you softly because
I have been dying over and over
Again to make your acquaintance in
By: Mario McClain
The Phoenix Files Continued
Today…I burned my old flame
I was on my way up and she
Was on her way…
In that, I could give two broken
Celibacy vows and honeymoons
Though I doubt a gift to give would
Be easily received…in doubt.
Today…I burned my old emotions.
I experienced a surge of whatever
In my urgent operation to remove
A partial flame that is no more.
Today…I burned all her belongings
And cleansed my domain with
Petitions by nightfall. My rain
Dance couldn’t quench the fire in my
Veins. Yet I danced feverishly and
Set the universe ablaze…ashes
To ashes…she will never arise
From my lament again.
Today I burned brighter than ever.
Oh morning star, look how far you
Today…my fire died but tomorrow?...
The moon shall depart and I will be reborn
In flames like the sun…Tomorrow I will rise.
By: Mario McClain
Admire My Taste Part 1
Here stands the woman of words of fantasies inquisition…She is more than special V.S.O.P. involved with me like a legend and fairy tale where her affection is more than beauty to my pain who is beast. Sledge hammer to my unbreakable, brokenness…from where did you come to illuminate what I couldn’t see in my soul reflection? Are you a special spectrum of shade in an elusive vessel?
More and more you prove to be groovy baby. Inhaling your fumes under your ozone while I’m more prone to speedily trip over thoughts of your clumsiness…though I’m riding your wave on slow mode, I crave for your taste to savor your flavor. Slow motional tongue slithering through your mental flower, devouring your special nectar, Nivene on my brain, on my senses, on my tongue. Loving how you sit in my stomach and fly around like butterflies. So familiar yet I haven’t met you. Wherever you are, close your eyes and feel my lips wherever you would like them to be…just make sure they land somewhere special…far away…out of reach like stars but for only your arms to reap because you’re so special…to be continued
Admire My Taste Part 2
Tonight we dine out…5 star restaurant in your direction…I think I might pick that medium rare to savor that flavor, what you think? …Pop a bottle of something aged well…while I scan every detail and alias of upscale cuisine, yeah well it seems you all over the menu love…
I think I’ll have that fresh catch drowned in Orchid Meadow, excellent choice, huh. I’m starving so I’m a compliment this meal and tip well though this course isn’t finger food. I fingered this selection myself, care for a taste? Do tell, love this feast is high end…I repeat…
Savor that taste or flavor “because” it’s high end not a drive thru or drive in, though the direction of that route allows for head first precision. So why not dive in, while you simmer and your wrappings slowly seek to beat my descent. I’m quicker in salutations to your inner secret palpitation salivation…see what I just did? … Listen carefully: “Subtitles lack translation for bigger pictures over the heads of young kids but the movies drive thru for some pigs didn’t come with napkins or enough bibs”.
Some nights I just sleep…
I sleep dreamless at times but…
When I do dream?...
I dream of Ancient Egypt. I dream of
My beautiful Queens and Kings in chambers
Surrounded by animals of different sorts.
I can smell frankincense and myrrh…
I feel sandstone beneath my feet…
I observe…as a child of the Goddess all the
Marvels of a forgotten realm, of a time before
Time in a time of sundials and stormy sands
In hour glasses and mysteries esoteric to the
Eyes, but known and felt deep in the hearts of
Those brave enough to imagine the image and
Embodiment of the macrocosm…my image…
Is my dream…of my mother…I …dream of
Because when I awake from…reality?
Everything is distorted and fleeting so I long to
Just sleep…but when I close my eyes, I hear chants
A gentle voice in invocation seducing me from
The underworld to arise, reincarnating through
Birth between supplication screaming cries,
From the cosmic ocean’s thighs…set behind me…
The sun before me…the mother surround me…
My Brown Eyes
When, look into your depths, feel
I see your different layers…
Your essence more vivid then painted
pictures in a gallery of insignificant
or from your lips to the Gods with omni
potent ears in the heavens surpassing
I see you in my vision Ms. Brown eyes….
I see you in my visualizations….
I see you with emotions arrested in
your presence hand cuffed by your
stare issuing out soul citations.
I see you through and through,
I see you beyond the boundaries of
your inquisitive glare
I wanna connect with your mental
and spirit and take you there
let me push inside your unfilled
I want us to plant seeds, and evoke
brain storms and grow our future
Ms. Brown eyes your lids are droopin….
And if shall you need improvement….
I can renovate ya movement
Hope I’m not gone lose it.
But maybe I can prove it
Against My Will
I continue to rise above it….
Rich in spirit my net worth
unfathomable in strength i can
muster, when life’s custom and
product is too much and out of my
Against my will i….
like goose bumps in icy winds through
clouds “in” sky, into the open air when
the world weighs me down I’m up up
and away against my will, i am fly….
Against my will?...
Against my will because i said so
saying more than i care to
off schedule for listening eyes
to attest to on a visionary threshold.
I mean…. I guess so (laugh-lol)
A thousand deaths over my dead body
and, written in “my will?” Forever
young so i cry still, against my…. Yeah
with no side deals “i”, pay it forward
cuz backward thinking remind me im a
die still if I don’t turn around and look wheel,
cuz history 360 when you stop still and get
into “character”…Boyyy imagine how i feel when i
found out i could’ve been Trayvon 16
and harmless and got killed….
Against my….will you would call it, I
would still be a target cuz….cops kill.
but if you’re riding down Quebeck and
find a toy car in front of 33 from
hot wheels, please return it to the man
of these words cuz i lost that treasure of
my past against my will
The Song Bird Parable
Look inside of my cage
And you will find shade, only in reliance…
For I am a caged song bird
Whose face drowns in torrents, but yet I sing!
Perched on my swing,
I flap and flutter in temperance
My bandaged wings, hurt!
From the fowler’s sling, the foulest thing…
But, but…My crown is king and kingdom
Sky, like, you can’t fathom why
Perched so high,
I reminisce how it feels to reach and breach
Now I can’t feel my high, so I sing!
I sing for my flock
I sing for those chicks
I sing for my empty-ness, yet my songs reach
Your ears in rain dances when pilgrims die!!
My feathers bristle when I leap and bound,
This cage has killed my fly….
Release me please and hear my cry’s…
For I am a caged song bird,
Whose voice was meant to fly.