I´m the astute of Astarte, the fury of her poets heart.
She calls me the wordsmith of Venus, the master of her art.
Up the precipice of the deepest pit climbs the scribe of the Apocalypse
Born by wings of intellect upon the columns of consciousness
Towards the bar of divine aspect he ascends with every step
The architect of dialect.
From Logos born, through Gnosis raised, and by eternity claimed!
Come closer! Come closer! My ladies and gents!
Step into the drapes of my marvelous tent!
I shall assure you there has been spared no expense!
This is a ride that ´s beyond intense!
Even waiting in line will have you tingling with suspense!
So leave your hat at the door, as you enter my world of galore
Where dreams are made real and magic the lore
You have stumbled upon the lair belonging to. The Jester of Dreams, The Harlequin of Imagination, TeddyBear Extraordinaire.
A young man whose principal interests are poetry put in motion, the surreal and ultra dollness. He has an affinity for fit-gracious- classy- nerdy dolls, insanely high stilettoes, tight lacing,corsets, burlesque, f*e*t*i*s*h fashion, everything feminine and over the top. Martial arts, yoga, raving/dancing, poetry, lots of human expression, adventure, occult knowledge, Japanese aesthetics applied to everything and seeing the world. He spends his time, reading, writing, stargazing, training, making nice things (mostly sewing) and going as deep down the rabbit hole as his mind will let him amongst many other things.
All this being said I´m basically just a helpless hopeless naive romantic, perpetually caught falling in love with the simple beauty of often not so simple things.
Irish/Danish boy Trying to guide my sensitive soul as best I can through this cosmos without failing myself to much ^_^
Here to meet all the ones that can make me wonder and think, all the ones I haven´t met and anyone with a creative mind and nice interests.
I`m the Jester of Dreams, the Harlequin of Imagination,
My walk on this plane is but lucid procrastination,
Searching the skies for my true designation.
I´ve been weighed and measured beaten and risen,
I´ve found my soul in halls forbidden.
But nothing here will ever dim my light,
At night I choose the stellar path of flight.
And as I close my eyes I´m granted a pardon,
In my hand is a key to a magical garden.
I turn the key, stroll through the gates
And the paradigm shift accelerates.
It´s a fallibilistic sweep,
That knocks me off me feet
For to fathom this journey
schools could never teach
And as the checkered floor checks me in
This wondrous world begins to spin
For my dreams is where it all begins
I live between worlds and where your reality ends - mine begins!
I have an appointment with Chronos but alas I´m all out of time....
Last but not least a little test of intelligence
Riddle me this : How many six´s does it take to make a nine?!?