The Recluse and Other Mystics

By Joshua Victor

Journey through these abysses, reader. Make yourself available to the paladin. Walk to the threshold and open the door. Here youll find pain, sin, redemption, debauchery, vulnerability, subtlety, solitude, addiction, and the mysticsof course, everything pliable to the human heart. Use your senses to understand the ideas of the beast. These are also visions of my phantasm, but very much so accessible real realms to the senses. Real poetry either soars to the heavens or plummets through the earth. Poetry is violent and apocalyptic. I know none other as sure.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Jun 30, 2015
• ISBN: 9781490760056

Joshua Victor

I am a recluse. I am a nightingale, a bird one would say who sings songs in the night. The cavern is my home. Really, there isn’t much to say about me because I am a vessel. It is what’s inside me and what uses my flesh to accomplish certain goals. To look at me is to look at dust because that is where I came from, and surely you need no description on dust, so let us not be naive and move on to the beast, which some will call the subconscious mind or even God, depending on the juxtaposition of subject matter. That is really my muse, and it is the jeering phantasmagoria that runs rampant within, so what I am saying, dear reader, is I am a veil. It is what’s underneath that you should be searching.

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Contents

Looking at Her

He will be let out (Ecstasy)

Silent Denise

A Walk

The Coming of Spring

Stranger

See

Appearance

The creek

Our Place

Calm

The question

Wilderness

Comedy of Scrutiny

Azure II

The man speaks

Transcending towards him (Bus Ride)

…Proceed

Fairytale to you

Treasure in the desert

White!

Moon of my bohemia

The voice

Recluse I

The secret

My race

My erotica

In April…it was raining and cold

Experiment of haikus

Quiet…that was all

Find me

The night tells

Almost…defeated

Deeper to where

Visit from the mystic paladin

Bye bye butterfly

Recluse II

Staring…and staring some more

Cheating

The child

Red dog

Unveiled

Unknown

Who she is

Poison burns

Desperate

The apology

To conquer dreams

Bird

Escape

The ideal

The scent

Yearning for velvet flowers

Woman of the night

An evening

Feast for hyenas

Calypso observes (Sad phantasy)

Running to the woods

Bird II

Incantation

The blue one

Glorious stains

(Vulnerable confusion)

Black

Come

The last…

Unknown worship

Eclipse

Ignore

Naked bodies in the summer

Now the excitement subsides

The woman who beguiles

Judgment from the cold

Dagger

Solace

In my domain

Let us

Threshold

Soft voice screams

Whisper

The paint that drains

Pollen finds him

Leave me

Visions in the bedroom

Where ill shine

Wounds without scabs

Medicine from the ghost czar

In the fields

When will the heart freeze?

Sometimes as I…

Book II

Other mystics

Pondering scales

Where can my tombstone be laid?

I or he who renounce

Tale of the boy and leviathan

Pregnant woman

Mystic I

Mystic II

Here I must say

Painful departure

Greeting

This is what it calls for

Mystic III

Mystic IV

Mystic V

Sonnet of a wilting flower

Mystic landscapes

Room or cave

Mystic identity

To the scoundrels

Tad poles and frogs

Mystic

The divorce

My sullen night

If the hiccups go sullen then what will bring the noise

Auguries of caution

Obscure vision

Princess

Stutter

Release on Christmas Eve

Humans and other kingdoms

Splendor…at an end (A chance encounter with the nymph)

Friedrich…will you paint me

Let me sing (my journal of bohemia)

Looking at Her

Hey woman

Am I the transparent phantom?

Two obvious black spheres, amber beddings,

Louder than a thousand drunk voices, piercing, the outline of your body expression,

Body language is it too much for me to bear

So my presence will fade into the darkness of today

Until the docile whisper starts to shout-

Black spheres don’t let me down

-continue

Please driver slow your speed

Until my senseless eternity, starts with the vast beginning

Of Pandora’s Box of great emotion, soaks in the spirit of vulnerability

…your spheres hesitates, no sturdy foundation, boldness,

Frozen and desolate…innocence

That naive suggestion, murders the lustful soul

But my cylindrical spheres doesn’t let me down

It is your thin vines, formless and liberal

That found its home with your fingers

Rosy cheeks

Feminine

Breath

Grunts

Sighs of ecstasy

Original ambition on each breath

Tired you say, but I notice my black spheres doesn’t let me down

Hips, gifts from the eternal conscience

Sensual but not sexual…

I am grieved…because

I fade, I am nothing

Who am I? A stranger…

Reclined in a stalkers position

Intimidating my body language…

(Foreshadows no interest)

Look up to these spheres!

Woman!

I am overwhelmed by your gallant posture

My soul needs closure…

I am not intimidating

I’m just vulnerable

Nervous

Silent because interest haven’t been physical

Woman, Damn!

My spheres can’t talk

Please…don’t ignore me any longer

He will be let out (Ecstasy)

He will be let out…

Out his cage, he will no longer be the indigenous

To be held captive

To be teased

Now he crushed those chains and his talons will grip your neck

-with his rough exterior

Your neck was an ideal at first

La Comida…

A senseless Spanish dinner he wanted

But a supper mother couldn’t prepare

But a brutal feast

…soft

Delicate

Pure

With fiery intensity

And pandemonium vision…

He will be let out and he’ll sink his talons

Inside your neck and suck out the life from your veins,

Blood streams will meet a boulder

-but you won’t bleed!

A vampire…no that’s immature

He’ll suck until…

You whimper

Softly

Relentlessly

But…cheerfully

An advancing grimace, his eyes will drip fire

His breath will not be caught

-Paws…

Will touch every sensitive canal

Bending your body

Submit now!

Because it’s time for him to get out

His hand will gesture…

You will respond

Flinching, but gracefully

Fluently

Your body will adapt as he grow stronger…

You grow weaker

But strong in endurance,

Fatality!

Water, rushing out your canals

Fiercely without ceasing

Your body will ache and grow tired

But pores of your skin will gloss,

Come streams of humid moisture

Body odors

Means…longevity

And hard pressure

You will move, like crystal rolling on the ground

Flexibility

Adaptability

Your hair will not be well

Your head…will ache with blood

-Are you dizzy?

Hold his back for support

Or else you will faint, in the atmosphere of ecstasy

…hellacious pleasure (oh my)

What realms has he taken you to now?

Breathing

Lips dry

But wet

You need water since it has been taken out of you

Tired with endurance

Agony and painful blossoms…

Your fingers turn into talons!

You…to have became a beast

You are flirty…with anger

But you are not frustrated

He tosses you about, like effort with no force

It’s simple, you’re docile

Because he has been held captive

And all his frustration will pour out…

Inside you!

So hold on…

Now you can’t bare it anymore

Your canals invaded

Your body tired

What a mess

Sticky sleet from what clouds…

Tosses you to the ground

Ancestral blessings

Inside!

You’re tired

You faint

You’re aching

But you’re a beast as well so…

You smile

Silent Denise

Sober expression

Haunting silence that corrodes my ears

Eyes center at fiascos

-temporary entertainment

A king without his beautiful courtesans

No girls to entertain him tonight

No wine to quiet his noisy head,

No rest…

A time at night with two pillows on his bed

His silent mistress?

His lover is his garments

Treasures that can never be found

…fate has no mercy

Maybe…because it never gets intimate…

So it makes a man go mad

Nobody to hear his plead

Nobody to hug him

Because a intimate future just cease to exist

…walking the streets

Flaunting his gestures…

It never gets noticed…

By…a woman…

Who feels the same way

A Walk