***Non Plus Ultra by Vox Anon 2016

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Non Plus Ultra by Vox Anon

NEW/RECENT POETICKS from 2013-2015 Coming Soon.

FIN’AMOR FAIL,

I was a mirror a shadow a steeple a pet. The very least of all souls saints & sheep i am. Your humble author a pew Gargoyle a Bed Ridden Nightmarehorse. The Great Physician in whom i trust; Christ Jesus My own Grand Inquisitor & You my dear Ecclesiolator.

Baseness of the highest order pious torment mystickal magickal tragickal beyond evil love opiate piety pain beauty joy death & hell follows. Unfinished suicide notes to the Beloved & the Ideal. Preperfection Incompletion & Hope distilled crushed glamorized bloodlettings romanticized winepressings inspired by the rib that is Woman & Womb are not safe anymore. G-d is beauty love & glory. There is no global standard for cute pretty or beautiful. Imperfection for now alas someday we will see Jesus & be like Jesus. My body is broken my spirit my soul it hurts. Humans Family Friends Fail only  He is good.

Seeking to surprise hide & illuminate. Speaking of conversions not only the un & dechurched. Childhood Choirs bedtime. The time of Rhyming epic battles slaying dragons & damsels guarded empowered Eden strong has come. In Olden songs & lore. Superheroes are Antichrists nothing more. One must see. Of mustard seed of Zion of the pit the hole the Hells the caves the mire. Come run your tarantulas up & down the spine of these destroyed refrains. Unwoven fingers from heavenly tresses. Rest assured.

The good the rich the pretty & the venerated He did not come to save. The sick the sinner the wretched the poor the wounded the weak the orphan the widower & the impure. I AM THAT I AM he SAVES whom he will SAVE according to His goodness & grace. The Remnant. Why so serious? Word plays & juxtapositionings just an exorcise in demons trating a gift a curse an art. an art form really? Once upon a time the 5 main Fine Arts were Painting Sculpture Architecture Music & Poetry. 

Let your fingertips intimate names now blots connect the dots on this wedding feast wilderness banquet your pupils dilate the butterflies you ate are slugs & snails are stars & saints. The mad crazy sin things love makes one do; lie cheat steal & kill. Against only You have we sinned!?! Bastards & dogs.

Women & children first they say. Here be monsters they say. The Great Satan America no Cult of Individualism yes. Vulture of nothing new under the sun. Whore of Babylon & Virgin Bride seeking the bridegroom. Where have i gone when am i going. Fear not! Only bad poetry & a papercut ya. Enter if you dare; the Non Plus Ultra. For your joy &/or horror.

Vox Anon

***I Am Your Song by Vox Anon

zion song

I Am Your Song

i am your song

my own worst enemy

my only friend

the flesh

the devil & our enemies

coming of age atrocities

futurephiliacs phobicities

cruel is the new kind

the age of consequence

the age of consent why

to glut your hunger

to slake your thirst

old wine skin songs

like dew forms jewels

uncrowned tears

uncrying zion longs for us

orphaned widowed & poor

fresh on threshing floor

myrrful dirges perfume

air thick black tendrils

pouring souls over

skins strings fissures schisms

secret sins expose those who

thought the sun was god who

thought the universe revolved

around her ringfinger

dollhouses of old

dead as wood stone clay & gold

playthings we are

kingdom come not pawns

scent of your gift

bittersweet lavender

safflower & cinnamon

oil of lebanon

milk white sky

captive we crawl

sick whip burns

distillers of strong

proud flesh now shy

prostrate we fall

mirthful mockery

unclean mirror wisdom she

calls to us yet we heed

beds made of

scarlet crimson ruby

harlot darkness & shadows

by the rivers of babylon

bathed in blasphemy

break the fangs & teeth

broke the jaws & keys

now cured

the cursed & criminal

sovereign love

makes holy the impure

malcontent 6 senses void

incomplete joy

peace weep no more

food for worms

marrow warmth

comfort & mourn

good news for all roars

through & to all who will hear

nation tribe tongue

arise transcendent

phoenixes priests

the line of melchizedek

the lion of judah

opens hearts & skulls

rampant guardant

like tender scrolls

triumphant passant

royal blood

root of david

the few the narrow

the hated & the hatred

people of the risen king

not people of the cross

cowards killers boast

saints martyrs return home

they show us our faith yet

we fear not the 1st or 2nd death

we worship not persons pulpit or

church architecture

made by the hands of man

we hang our hearts & harps

contrite we bring gifts

broken we bring obedience

unbearable unmitigated joy is ours

rehearsing eternity

not in word but in song

in our weakness He is strong

bought ingrafted & kin

inheritors of new heaven new earth

we are preperfect instruments

below angels above insects

suffer well creatures

children of their creator

the flesh

the devil & our enemies

they think of us a toy

but the Lord has set us

above His highest joy

 

vox anon 2015

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psalm 137: 1-6

***Your Dying Star” Vox Anon

Your Dying Star

Your Dying Star

i was born

your dying star

forever falling

angel to animal

atomic to adamic

shy as shy

nyctophillian

mortified pride all

binary & sick pretty

blinks flinches squints

shadows long laughing

fanged & clawed

star crossed we pray

tangled hunter prey

one fine day you

will not recognize

what i have become

what i always was

your pet is a beast uncute

your imagination uncut

teeth everywhere

unstoppable & sublime

banquet feast of famine

black on the inside

scribbled histories

sanctified heresies

tragedian librarian

i like your candy

i like your meat

awoken & beauteous

her hair wilderness

flora fauna find us

starry eyes blind us

snowflakes to sparks

pinkest to darkest

drink me eat me

yummy you grin

kissing fire mouthing fur

constellations void not chaos

take comfort lovers sisters mothers

if you never know love know this

if you ever hate love know this

i was born you say

your dying star

ascending 33 vertebrae

plucking pulsating 24 ribs

where it starts

i do not want to stop

do not fight it

music meathooks

hesitation marks

your hand in mine

unchained unbreakable

our heart of hearts

skyline floods from

embryonic glance

save the next dance

first time like

never before like

insects extractions

indulgences fulcrums

beholders blinded

speed of light like

blurring metronome

blood melting clock

flutter shiver shock

pale shoulders wings

weaponless sprout

between book ends

that smile of yours

eclipsing pregnancies

i was dead

before reborn

peacocks phoenixes

ravens doves skinned

alive love notes

unfinished discontinuing

doll eyes slit spider egg sacs s

black holes crying wild

heaven hides blushing

down my face no redder wine

pours ever so

spectral & celestial

devouring spirals

life can not live here

death drive urges me on

come closer safe inside

a thousand angels

dancing on head of a pin

know why i am death

your dying star

two hearts

raw pristinity

shared naivete

what you see

in my eyes in the skies

is already dead i

was too young now

older than the color blue

outlive & dare

jump how high

jump how high

invite supernovae

induces nightmares

invokes wonder gone all

at twilight we know all

at twilight we love

more than acts

of G-d or war no

no one loves me no

one fine day you

will not recognize

what i had became

who i always was

Vox Anon 2014

***”Non Plus Ultra” Vox Anon – Coming Soon?

cash2Death of The Unicorn Man? Rise of the Oc74MaN? Victor’s Secrets: XPOSED…GERMINAL KAFKA LOLITA me or The Non Plus Ultra…?  hear music noise trumpets horror joy>>>>>>>>>>>>>.I WAS A TEENAGE…

Saved age 13 Jesus. Saved age 33 Girl. Alive age 43 Me.
BedBathBeyond/Amazon/Lulu/Etsy/YouTube2013 Fail Destroy Cruel Finishings unWorking on Lord Willing,,,,UNFINISHED LIFE…Death Of the Unicorn Man or Alt TItle An Apology For JoyVox Anon Presents:The Unicorn Man 2007 test
The Unicorn Man 2008 (216 poems + 3 ShortStories + 22 b/w digital collage images)
Price: $19.99   
Paperback: 362 pp  
Publisher: LULU
Rating: Teen/Mature  
Contents: 3 short stories
Verses: 216 poems/diary entries  
Images: +55 b/w digital collage
“Kirin” Japanese Unicorn cover Qayin & “Fairytale Hair”  TEST/Fail cover. 
The Hard Candy Trilogy:
*Pretty Scary 2009 (66 poems)
*Kissy Killy 2011 (66 poems)
*Super Cutey 2012 (66 poems)
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*Non Plus Ultra 2015 (66 poems)
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*Ex Libris was to be a Best Of NEW/RECENT work NOW the title of this collection
*Non Plus Ultra ><>><><><><><><>><><><><><><>>><><>
Projects ONGOINGNESS:
*Little Black Dress (24 Images)B/W Canvas/Book NEW*Hymns Four Her (4 short Stories/artwork) NEW
1. The Boy Hashshashin
2. The Unicorn Man (redux)
3. The Last Bogeyman
4. Hair Girl & Victorian Boy1. Fetish Figures – figures/dolls/totems/taboos Mixed Media/Super Sculpey. Etsy Store. Cafe Press.
Dolls/Toys/Idols/Totems/Taboos 3 5 7 inch figures.2. Secret Diary? – could be 4th in The Hard Candy Series.
Pretty Scary, Kissy Killy, Super Cutey, Secret Diary Recent/NEW poems 2013/14.3. Little Black Dress – DIGI/Collage color & B/W transparencies/copies @ KINKOS/Giclees. Collage on pages 11 by 17 ish or on Canvas.4. Ex Libris – Read/Remix/Ruin all poem in all my books…Audio/Tome.YouTube6. HYMNS Four Her – 1. The Boy Hashshashin 2. The Unicorn Man (redux) 3. The Last Bogeyman 4. Hair Girl & Victorian Boy.7. Designing For Sale -12 T-shirt Designs to SELL. Iconic/Anthemic/Heroic/Horror/Biblical etc. ETSY/Cafe Press.. 8. Original Tee Shirt Ddesigns
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NON PLUS ULTRA – 66 new/recent poems. 2013-2015 poems/images
LITTLE BLACK DRESS – ultra supra collage. b/w & color. 24 images.
HYMNS FOUR HER – 4 short stories. Unfinished.
Audio Recordings & Readings by me of my work. Digital up/downloads.
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Title: “Ex Libris”
Author: Vox Anon
Content: Recent/New 2015/16
Author: Vox Anon
Price: $9.99
Paperback: +/- 200 pages
Publisher: Lulu/Amazon
Poems: +/- 66 apx 33 lines each

 

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***Nebuchadnezzar Wine

william blake nebuchadnezzar

Nebuchadnezzar Wine

sundays are mine not mine
trade insanity for pride forgo
reborn chosen unchosen
ungrateful no now
bathed in black milk
the not so petite death
washes & cleanses
dirts, sins, & candleskins
lockpicks plucked chastity belts
V shaped softer doves coo
iron clad hearts melts through
beats of blood heartless strung
drums hushed animal hides
tanned in shit piety
troubadours untravelling
no one is dancing tonight
strippers of unreal
worshipers corporeal
holiness lauded in
wild silence
love’s mercenaries
siege machines
fashioned & fastened chasten me
my charnel house burned to ground
turns all my lovers against me inside me
teeth, moleculars, & neurons
roots gnarled soil
virgin of the rocks
plainsong & sublime
make from my tears your wine
your window to my soul
break my heart change my tune
of flesh fruit to mercy truth defies
high minded faith inactioned
ears of ignorance peals of laughter
forest or cathedral squared
haloed hallowed accidental
dark penitential prided potential
hung & disemboweled
judas miscarried us out
unawakens to mortality
my elite machismo
worlds floating
weightlifter of
3 pounds of pink
matter fecal fetal femme fatale
be likesome the one no one is like
be softer supple to his will
the self you should kill & let win never
insects indigestible swarms
locusts wave without words
a murder of birds down
into the firmament i
make war paciferous wrists
kisses pass the lips
cuts the flower throats
cured & healing snake
invasive intoxicating
a pair of wings no
apocalyptical yes
four fresh horses fly
the thrush of praises spark
fears on pain’s frontiers
pleasure to suffer like
the earth fallen
a comedy of errors
faultlines & fractures
steeped in stupefaction
brilliance centering
disciplined grieving
mourn for zion trumpetless
undress in the white
blinding those naked
improving the nudity
drinked down mouths of babes
mastectomies concaves
those circles once fixated on
spiralling down
transcendent prolonging of
my stanzalessness
verticalled & bottled up sold
warmth medicinal gold
heat surgical precision sing
not the foreign songs
woon not the strange woman
no wine is better than the fruit
cry with those drinking the very
inheritance gasping for hair
ageless & dieing on the vine
you must age before youth
the womb will not return to you
the same the grave the name
once & forever wet
on your lips on fire
slippery whet glossy finishes
open flowers wedding everything
to the best blood ever shed
the only tears ever bled
white to wine eyes
bedrooming sigh
zion unsmalling
volcanic uncupped
phoenix onyx peacock black
bubbles for ashes undrunk but
dancing for the first time
angels on the head of a pin no
children in the summer no
sacred again the never changing
find me in the reaping
how many souls deep
cull me in the harvest
too many skulls heap
at the foot of the cross
neath this poem is a prayer i
fail i fell i blush she
white hot snow wakes me
from her here i
obsidian fingernailings
subterra subtited
painted film aches
a thousand william blakes
say there is nothing left
nothing left to understand
asking me to pour myself
undergroundings liturgal
convexing me to you
detoxing me to she i
am paralyzed today
sundays are yours
suffering mine
grateful spine
serpenting no
temptation reborn
DNA encoded
denial ended

Vox Anon 2014 unedit