Saturday Pomes & Words, 15/03/2025 - Kundalini Twenty to Twenty-Two

Scathing Am I... And Fiery...

I’m trying not to think of an intro. So instead, I’ll just point you towards the previous instalment in my little Kundalini poetry collection, which is in fact the first two that I posted, early last year. This is Eighteen & Nineteen, which you can find there.

The previous Pomes & Words, however, was Sixteen & Seventeen, which you can find there.

If you missed any of the others, then you may as well start at the beginning with Kundalini One to Three. You can also go to the Alters Index, which is where all the Little Miss Eclectic stuff ends up. This has links to all the poems, as well as a whole load of other allsorts.

So, ah - no! Not the end of the intro! I just wanted to note that on revisiting this collection I realised that I wrote it pretty much 21 years ago exactly. Specifically between 20/2/2004 and 13/3/2004 (apart from Kundalini itself, ironically, which was 21/12/2002. Hmm. Midwinter Solstice. Whether that’s significant or not, I’ll leave that for others to decide).

Anyway, it seems fitting then that I am publishing all of these poems at this time of year, seeing as that’s when I wrote them, and nearly 21 years to the day later. Well, better late than never.

I will be publishing the book soon, so I shall let you know. I’ve got the hang of doing my own e-books now, so there shall be many books from me this year.

Intro over. Sorry about that.

Here’s the next three, with the final three to finish up next week.

I hope you like them. (Oh, and if you do, remember there’s a like button down there. There’s a comment and share one too, don’t you know…)

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The female fire fiends love in a cell in dawn's early crimson light

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[The rats in the walls]

Anaemia

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Scathing am I,										        1
In this cell I have my self								        2
Fumigated, trained to difference							3
And changing every dawn,
Bipolar and in love with my self,							5
Repeat projections,
Damned will if I
Transgress your camarilla and stem							8
My gorgeous thoughtforms,
Slowly bloodletting everything
Go against me and fade,
Cross my self and die,
Wasting away in this weary war,							13
With scars and iron,
Tremors who never engage
The enemy, the fire fiend
Love
It is a present,
Patent will to power,
The end of all amends.

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The female fire fiend writhing patterns on a marble floor in a harem, with wisps of incense

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[Anna Marilith]

Sentiment Engaged

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In your harem I try to breathe								1
But cannot. I am stopped like a bottle						2
For lack of breath and missing a heartbeat,					3
Your feet up a high and loving a minute
Without a wife, single and craving and pointless,				5
As if drunk, uncaring, like what you think is primal.

You are wrong.									                8

You meant to send me away
In the morning,
But I did not listen.
You are foolish, you granted a ring and let me stay.			13

Marble and mathematics
And you love my writhing patterns on the floor
Your Muslim whore.
Terror formed.

You are wrong.

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A liminal hebephrenic girl, a fire fiend at a party

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[Aleister]

Alkaline and trapped

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You are a liminal girl you								        1
Mistaken lover										        2
Passed on previous lifetime								3
Just as I will
Pass on in this										        5
Get drunk and pass by and thrill up my lovelife.

Turn up for stated aims,								        8
I will go to parties and pretend
I am sane, I am spent, tripped up
Delirious and hebephrenic mate,
Dainty from my leftover lives,
Undaunted and unperturbed,								13
As if I will endure again,

Perceive my own tested self
Pushed through a pressure door
And come down
Wishing
When all is well.

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The fire fiend Kundalini

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Less fiery ones next week, to end with…