YOu are truly unbelievable,I have never met such a deep and intense poet writer as you. YOur metaphors leave my breathless, and in disarray in my mind. I feel tongue-tied after reading your lines! I wish I had your mystifying talents! YOU are Blessed and I am sure you feel it in you somewhere Abe! Thank you for all you share~ You leave me dumbfounded so much of the time, I want to re-read and just breathe slowwwww...Warm HuGs 2 YOU!*She*oxo

Very passionate, written in a rapture, very explicit in some pictures used, superb lines flung around these like garlands.

YOU ARE A TRUE LIVING POET. EXCELLENT TALENT YOU HAVE

Peace & Blessings,
Dove

You have a way with adjectives and expletives.

Ron

Wow, at once abstract and organic; spiritual and jaded... I just wish I could write that well ^^
Happy Howls!
~Brandon
-~Neo

I'm always amazed by your way with metaphors. Work like this leaves me speechless with admiration.

Powerful inspiring imagery
Thanks for sharing this offering
love and peace

These are beautifully descriptive and powerful words. I look forward to catching up on more of your art.

All I can say is, Thank God you are "Seized by the perils of a resurrection gone wild
I have lost count of my colors and genders
kidnapped by a f*ck that never stops
my tongue explodes into thorns . . ." As but one of countless benefactors, I bless the day I found you!! Your work is not only rich in metaphors and a gourmet's banquet of imagery, it has a heart and a soul and a mind. . .yours, yes, but it takes on its own personality. 'Runs away with you?' 'Not that that's a bad thing.':)
Joking out of pure happiness. Talk about cajones!!
C r e a t i v i t y. Please always allow the your Muse to carry you 'home'...and us to keep pilin' in the rumble seat so we won't miss a word. 'N. Awe.' <3

It seized me too...leaving
me breathless and full of awe...
Passionate write!
Good Job Aberjhani...

I want what you are smoking...it reminds me of an acid trip, good or bad is up to you...ed

wooooooooohoooooooooo!

The power simply radiates out of this one Aberjhni, it is propelled by the power of perpetual motion and charges like a juggernaut over everything in its path.
(BTW I've lain between those thighs too, the muse is a hottie isn't she?)

"Seized by the Perils of Poetry" took me to a trip on wings of imagination to Apollo’s Heavenly Palace, where I saw Asclepius partying with his twelve children and commenting on how the psychopolitical engineers designed his earthly counterpart as a lure for controling the throng and win their minds to servitude and worship of the son of the adulteress that is painted as the teacher of the meek and lord king of the kings. I also saw Erato entering Apollo’s chambers to tell him how pleased she was with the work of an Ambassador of Helicon in Savannah – that created “a boy out poetry” and became a Poet – qualified for the PULITZER and NOBEL’s PRIZES. That was a vision that made me reminisce the affairs of Zeus, and all connections to his name in the reality of our days’ history.

Now, after the second reading of "Seized by the Perils of Poetry" I see this composition as a symbolistical treatise of ontologic-mytheological, (MYTHOLOGIC-THEOLOGIC.) with impressinistic and surreal imageries.

It is always a stimulating and instructing time reading writings that comply with Poetry’s tasks; enrich The Major Art, and add value to the history of Poetry.

Thank You, Poet for posting "Seized by the Perils of Poetry".

In gratitude and reverent admiration.


Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

A full blown war in the heavens resulted from the creation of mankind between brother gods, one of whom caused the deluge to erase man from the face of the earth. But some were saved, including the hybrid spawn of those prefer to cease man's existence. It is the cause of the hidden mechanisms that determine the nature of today's society. All of us have different a perspective on what takes place, but all await one and the same fate. Mankind's visions do not make any difference in the play of time; we're not a player, we're a subject of a dispute between the gods. From some perspectives the devastating truth seems more clear than from others. This is one of the first category. But the ones some believe to be the true gods, kiss the feet of the servants of the one true GOD, making the actual players subject of a higher play where there is place nor time. Thank you for creating and sharing this powerful work. Take care,

RAge

I am literally trembling, coming in on top of Margarita Caligaris (as I write this at the moment...)... but, actually, as she says, it is perhaps the total knockout quality of this poem instead that causes me to quake (sorry to be so pedestrian and plebean by comparison!!) My brain has taken a pounding for all the right reasons. Blown into oblivion, but these are, for me, your most earth-shattering lines:

I am the heat that loved your mouth
when first you tasted fire,
I am curiosity of the eclipse
looking down at Jesus and wrapping his
blood in the earthquake of my blackness...

kidnapped by a f*ck that never stops
my tongue explodes into thorns...

the moon is loving me full of madness...
we are eating our tambourines raw smoking big fat lions and
shooting
long cool breezes with a singer named God.

... Indeed you are, Aberjhani. I can say no more.

TY and bless you, Kate xx

It is indeed a great privilege to visit a den and read a poem of this magnitude. "Seized by the Perils of Poetry" shows the readers what The American Fine Letters mean.

I have the pleasure to visit your Den tonight, and must confess that I am truly satisfied. Your poetical creations are far beyond today’s average member of the literati. Your neat-clear style can stand as reference duly etched on the golden pages of the history of Poetry.

A country that has a Poet of your caliber can let its literary flag fly proudly.

I thank you for sharing this "Seized by the Perils of Poetry".

Respectfully,

Margarita Caligaris, Litt.D., Ph.D.

Profoundly Siezed and delivered my friend, visioned with words of divine reverence...and extremely stimulating and inspirational, Superb!

Paul;-)

Dearest Aberjhani, this Poetry is not for the faint of heart - it is Poetry that makes the heart stronger. Or this may be the very Heart of Poetry pulsing, with the Poet making of the Perils a blend - the elixir that makes the Heart truly powerful - to be imbibed to the very last drop... and be filled to the brim again. Seized by this extraordinary power,
with reverence, Love&Light*
Alexandra*

from within these profound images i am not only inspired by the sheer brilliance of their anatomy, i am thrown into the synergy of the poetic mind conversing with the bewilderment of divine movement ...

A fascinating write Aberjhani!!

Love Tinka

Your pen is the quill of a master, dipped in the ink of ageless wisdom, your stunning poetry humbles me
Carole

'between history's thighs' I like that... great write.

Quite fascinating, and captivating, Aberjhani - and quite a poem!

excellent poetry, aberjhani; very well done! bravo!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D

Oh yea....makes me want to sing and shout! Vibrant prose as always --your art with words takes to me to a new level of appreciation.

LL*

What a feast for the mind and the soul this is, Aberjhani. I loved every line as you made each moment and action come to life and breath within my chest. Such colorful verses with heaps of movement transport the reader into poetry. I LOVE all of this poem but these lines really scratched through the screen door and into my dreams.

"my tongue explodes into thorns
and my chest glows geometric with visions"

Masterful write, Poet!
Take care,
Sherry

I feel sorry for anyone too sensitive to read this! Might as well not read poetry if you would miss the glorious core of the poets soul! splendiferous!;-)

Eileen

~~Aberjhani~~shout from the mountain top~~WOW~~my embrace~~

~~martin~~

Howl, or Keen, Aberjhani, you eclipsed me with;

'I am the heat that loved your mouth
when first you tasted fire,
I am curiosity of the eclipse
looking down at Jesus and wrapping his
blood in the earthquake of my blackness.'

I was seized with such sorrow, I could barely go on, yet, you had wrapped/rapt, me with such newly-inclusive imagery, I had to finish.

"Seized by the perils of poetry
Seized by the truth and the cock
I am seduced and bamboozled,
Seized by the perils of a resurrection gone wild

I am thrown beyond Paradise ..."

I smile to you, amid the perils of poetry, my friend.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen

Aberjhani,

Good God, man, this is one hell of a write! Your poetry seizes us by the soul and shakes us to the core. We are in the presence of a master artist, and I, for one, am grateful to read your words. This is definately a keeper.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Wonderfully-written and very creative!!!

Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)

When I see the name Aberjhani on my computer and it says that there is a poem waiting for me to read, think about, and whip off some chosen words about it . . . I know I am in for a treat. Almost never fails that I am right in this assumption. "Seized by the Perils of Poetry," is just such a work. Art by the bucketfulls of letters all shaken (and stirred) and blessed by the black hand which is about to perform the earthquake in the form of an avalanche of down-home strut. The power of the word is never better than when you decide to grace AD with your aura. Not kissing ass here, just telling it like it . . . Well, you know. We all, from time to time, like to pose our greatness (or near greatness) in the form of a poem about the art of writing poetry. We usually fall miserably short when we attempt it, and have to content ourselves to wait for when Aberjhani decides to share his genius (yes, genius) for the written word. I agree with Regis, one reading is not enough. Saving it.

Seized is the key word here. Your verse is alive with passion and portrayed as an artist in mad love with the spirit of life yet animated into a surreal canvas of lust. You write as Dali oft painted with a new age somotional pen.
I admire your quill as much as I admire the masters.
Susn

This leaves me quite simply stunned, Aberjhani. Your offering is deserving of much more than a single reading. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Lusty panorama able to bring about orgasm in the open-minded reader's eye! SEIZED BY THE PERILS OF POETRY creates a hypnotic effect, rhythmic poetic language seemingly like it is negotiated with the spirits of the black shaman soul! A causality, how things happen reality testing spiritually religious poem Aberjhani! Powerful delivery with good intent!

Sage