Ancient Whispers: Gaia Returns
© Sage Sweetwater 2006

Motivated by
intellectual 
curiosity and
astrology, its
direct influence
of the stars and
planets on earthly
events.

The celestial Llama
disappeared at
midnight to drink
water from the Earth
to prevent flooding.

Entering the force-field
of the other world, is
where her spiritual pulse
is felt the most.  She
travels the same path
of spiritual progress.

Supporting the holistic
Gaia, all life is interrelated,
only moving forward with
a balanced coexistence with
the environment.

The Hermetic Emerald Tablet
links both spiritual and physical
to living nature and to the
heavens---the source of wisdom
and understanding.

As for me, I am the wild
unicorn who has a desire
to lay my horn in her lap
at the new, full, and waning,
the phases of the moon.

Astral Dance: Tango of the Superlative Mind
© Sage Sweetwater 2006

Her superlative mind 
leavens the loaf of
materialism,

her bashful beauty,
powder of eternal
optimism.

The principle of
correspondence
as opposed to
despondence,

as above, so below,
as below, so above,
an admirer's love,

Polarity,
everything is dual,
everything has a 
pair of opposites,
like and unlike
the same,
like her name,
opposites identical
in nature, different in
degree.

Rhythm,
everything flows,
out, in,
coursing through
the labyrinth,
imbibing absinthe,
enlightened with
the tides,
rise and fall,

Mentalism,
All is mind,
Universal Mental,
keep alive the
sacred flame of
the Hermetic 
philosopher.

Gender,
is in all, 
bender too,
all has
feminine,
masculine 
principles

Cause and Effect,
every Cause has effect,
every Effect has cause,
Perfect tango, cause for
applause,
everything happens
according to
Law.

Time to re-light
lesser lamps of
the outside,
when light of truth
grows dim,
out there on the
astral limb.

When wick and
wax clogs with
foreign debris,

the Lamp of Wisdom
fed by pure sages
takes to the stages in

Astral Dance: Tango
of the Superlative Mind.

Il Deserto: Ecstasy Saguaro
© Sage Sweetwater 2006

Ecstasy Saguaro,
follow

me to the next
line please,

Ecstasy Saguaro
follows the
trail of the
javelina and
cactus wrens,

unconcerned with
who it offends,

Ecstasy Saguaro
opens her pod
for you,
froth, 

strains
seeds of
female
essence,

you know she 
runs through
your veins

on this side
of the fence

lovely ferment,
intoxicating
scent.

same process 
making a woman
as saguaro wine,

follow me to the
next line please,

I print your
label,
are your emotions
stable?

Is your pod ready
to harvest?

follow me to the
next line please,

pipes running
with juice of
female essence.

Ecstasy Saguaro.

Laredo Fire: The Twin Flame
© Sage Sweetwater 2006

She would burn,
detractors would spurn
her cowgirl outlaw
reputation,

The Light would
come to her,
kindred spirits
and pathfinders
in relation.

She would come
back as her twin
flame Laredo Fire,
to admire her 
lavender fame

to make Light out
of char,
beamed down on
her from planet
afar,

stuffed it in the burn,
poured on the gasoline,
took a hellacious turn,
alchemy so clean,

she fell in to a burnin'
ring of fire,
the flames went higher,
she went down down down,
in a burning ring of fire.

The tintype photo on metal
melted and rose from the
purgatory ashes,

from the point of celestial
infinity, the thunderclap 
flashes.

The photographer of mystic
light brings her to life on a
new plateau of wisdom.

There must be five hundred
people watching this photographer
work his light magic ... that's five
hundred thousand people!

Someone in the crowd says,
'Whats that for?'

And the photographer says,
'so all my friends can see
the union of one light through
the twin flame.'

Anonymous is her name.
 

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Liquid Fire
© Sage Sweetwater 2006

I start a fire 
on you

liquid incendiary
substance,
setting your fire
willingly

Liquid Fire

your methylated
spirit!

terrestrial flaming
astral daggers

green auroras

tagging satellites

I start a fire
on you

clarify visual
please

tincture of 
benzoin to
treat your
lust-made
blisters

set the mattress
ablaze

Hellenistic through
Byzantine civilization
Greek fire!

Yohimbe, Damiana
powerful aphrodisiacs

sprinkle black powder,
guts from morning
glories

attach a length of 
fisco fuse

I start a fire 
on you

erotic sheer
pyro magic

how the seductress
seduces pyro

emotion of fire
spawns sensual
diva genuises

warming massage
oil used as a siege
lust defense

rising out of
the paraffin

I start a fire
on you

emotively in
lust with 
your methylated
spirit.

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Liquid Light Feather: Native Distillation
© Sage Sweetwater 2006

Catalyst to
help focus
concentration

temporary
celibacy

new passion
soars to the
point of
insanity

a soft spot
of attraction,
emotional
warmth

transform the
energy through
feather

enlightened quality
of being temporarily
celibate by choice

spontaneous
flight of bliss

imagining the
probing of her
inspired kiss

she is a babe
in the woods

the bewitching
call of the
painted
warrioress 

woman is the
fire, her matrix
the fuel

liquid light feather
Native distillation

thought of 
enlightenment
rising

elixir, myrhh
and cedar

aromas suffuse
the air

spontaneous
naked authenticity

true voluptuousness
feather pillows

bed her in
hologram

circulation of
light to create
the mysterious
pearl

amorous
vertigo

in expectant
bliss

ultimate unity

surrender your
sex!

Are you done
when you are
finished?





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Liquid Turquoise: Galerie de Glaces at Versailles
© Sage Sweetwater 2006

Each time
the ladle
is dipped
in,

she melts 
back into
herself in
the mold,

She is my
matrix, my 
opalescent
Dominion

Ignis Algir,
very powerful
fire!

Pyr
Ethos

hotter content
of the ladle

blending two
together,
melting raw
material.

Her anxiety
pours, the 
more I feed

ladlefuls of
Liquid Turquoise

I pour out her
"woman in a boat."

Concentric
rippling effect

mold being 
filled from
the same
ladle.

Glass-making
of ancient time,

Pliny the Elder

"sand does not
shine until it has
been washed
by sea, removing
its impurities," thus
discovered glass.

The duality of its
nature, hard and
beautiful, but
fragile.

Idea of its maker,
tongue of flame,
I pour out her
"woman in a boat."

Her anxiety pours,
the more I feed.

Bead of my desire

Vessel

Mirror

Barometer

I fuse her at
high temp,

skim and cool
her, then add
the erotic substances
for her brilliance

to line the
Galerie de Glaces
at Versailles,

she melts 
back into
herself in
the mold.

Does Liquid
Turquoise 
have an 
effect on
you?

 

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The Fuse of Rio Bravo
© Sage Sweetwater 2006

Twisting it together
in a coil of fuse,

her feelings she
cannot refuse.

Sunday morning
at the whitewash
church bell tower,

The Fuse of Rio Bravo
mounts her steed,
in confusion,
mirage of illusion,
a woman's woman in
need.

She knows the Bible
will pave her way to
Heaven,

but she knows the
'gold'  will buy her
sexual freedom.

The Spanish priest
pulls the bell tower
rope to announce
services.

Prayer to begin,
she is torn,
she wants to tie
her steed to the
hitching post and
attend.

Prayer to begin,
she is torn,
she wants to ride
to the 'gold'  mine
to stake claim to
the woman she
loves.

Are you in danger
of losing your
composure,
she'll bed your
naked exposure.

The Spanish priest
pulls the bell tower
rope to announce
services.

The Fuse of Rio Bravo
twists it together in a
coil of fuse,

walks proudly with the 
woman she loves,
escorted inside by the
Spanish priest.

Once you light the 
match, things will
never be the same!

The Fuse of Rio Bravo

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The Vision Jammer
© Sage Sweetwater 2006

Southern Comfort permeated 
his thirsty
veins,


racing visions of steel
dreams through his
intoxicated
mind.


Bats flew circles above
the Vision Jammer,


as he rode the
moonlit asphalt 
hard and fast.


In Nam, the 
Vision Jammer
existed from
self-teachings on
the power of 
fantasy and illusion.


It kept him alive,
and delivered him
home safe,
but not sound.


No Vet ever came
home sound.


War fragment
reminiscence 
collectively floated
on top of what
was left of
gray matter.


His war-stained hands
pulled the Red Barons
over his inflamed eyes,


and he snugged the
stars-and-stripes 
bandana around
his forehead, 
not about to lose
a piece of America
again.


He laughed in 
the wind, knowing
war had not killed
him,
came damn close
more bloody
times than he
cared to 
remember.


His hard shell 
toted a
disgusting amount
of unwanted 
foreign steel---
the proud, 
red, white, and blue
result for enlisting
for Uncle Sam.


The Vision Jammer
does appreciate. 
War does that
to you.


Makes you appreciate
even your numb
legs, steel plates,
and crippled spine.


The power of 
fantasy and illusion
is how the
Vision Jammer
spends his
days and nights.


The corridors of a
Veterans hospital is
his road, and the
iron he rides is a
wheelchair.

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We Built This City
© Sage Sweetwater 2006

Perservering to build
a modern-day medieval
city

to transport us to
another time and
place.

The renaissance of
the gong
chases away evil
spirits, warns of
interlopers, heals
the sick, and
invokes the dead.

Surrounded by a
permanent unbroken
wall,

erected in solidarity,
fortified by the toil
of limestone poets
and sandstone novelists
building a collective
tomorrow.

Building communal
walls around an
island in a tidal
estuary,

the strata on which
the walls are built,

prone to subsidence
and constant ebb
and flow

and nature's feudal
emotions and
idiosyncrasies.

Unified intelligentsia,
following the directive of 
their lead poet, 

archaeologists
access the vulnerability
assailed by tide.

We built this city Wall
on a gravel bed with rubble
and mortar.

The advent of artillery, the 
Wall becomes redundant
as a defensive structure.

The novelist inspects 
projecting pilasters of
superb erotic sculpture,
stone lotus and dancing
nymphs carved on the
caryatid.

The lead poet summons
his well-read, calciferous
disciples to the freestanding 
stone wheels under the 
chariot pulled by celestial
stone equines, to the
heavens,

and the lead poet recites

building a collective
tomorrow.

We Built This City.

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