This first part of this codex is a sacred road-map of a soul reconciling with various past-life connections in this current incarnation.
Each poem is dedicated to a specific past life lover, a unique bond, and a destined karmic lesson.
It explores the intoxicating highs of divine love and the crushing lows of immense betrayal, tracking how these ancient reunions trigger brutal yet beautiful spiritual awakenings.
Ultimately,it is a testament to soul alchemy—proving that the pain we endure from those we once knew is merely fuel for our ascension,forcing us to transform,reclaim our sovereignty,and rise fiercely from the ashes.
CHAPTER ONE:
CELESTIAL BEAUTY, IN CHAINS CONFINED,
I the devoted angel who once loved him more than myself, broke a sacred vow, betrayed our Creator, to follow him down to Earth—to fall,to forsake it all.
I sought to unravel the threads of his captivity,to deliver him.
I descended into the smouldering ruins of his soul. I crept carefully through the shattered prism of his psyche.
I plunged into the fiery abyss of his torment, only to get lost in the dark catacombs of his haunted heart.
Celestial beauty in chains confined, tears streamed down his face, so fair.Ebony wings,and long brown hair.His eyes,like burning cinders, glowed with a sinister intent.
The void in his chest,a devouring black hole—a gravitational pull that warped and twisted my inner compass.
Passion,strong enough to consume my very essence, forbidden by the law of Elyon.
The agony of endless longing ignited a dark alchemy that slowly transformed me into the malevolent mirror of his soul.
Tormented by my sacred, unholy yearning,driven to the brink, consumed by unrelenting lust—to touch,to taste. Bound by desire,edging towards surrender.
This poem is about:
A dark, celestial journey of unconditional love, self-sacrifice,and the dangerous allure of trying to save a soul bound to the underworld.
CHAPTER TWO:
FATHER OF ILL FATE
I got lost in a pair of eyes, a gateway to hidden realms that beckoned me to enter.
In the silence he handed me the lantern of his soul, illuminating the twisted pathways of his inner world.
In a sacrament of mutual surrender,we communed in the darkness our souls entwined like serpents, we explored the forbidden,the forgotten and the divine.
I granted him access to the innermost sanctum of my being, he granted me access to the deepest recesses of his soul.
But behind the facade of vulnerability his shadow self held a dagger,waiting for the perfect moment to strike in the shadows our love bloomed like the petals of a fatal flower.
A mind like an abandoned library with dusty akashic scrolls,and books that held the codes to his energetic blueprint that have waited lifetimes to be read and touched by me.
Oh sweet melancholy,a reunion of lost love rediscovering each others souls architecture with trembling fingers.
I was entranced a willing captive of a sweet deception, a paralysed prisoner of my own hearts desire slow dancing with an agent of darkness,
I swayed to the rhythm of my own ruin, my eyes were two shattered mirrors.
A fragile smile exposed the anguish beneath,I felt the destruction, like a whirlwind of devastation beneath my rib cage ripping through my most vital organs.A collapse, not just internally but externally.
My hearts dark canvas once concealed,now splattered across the landscape of my existence like a sacred old painting that's had been vandalised by thoughtless slashing brush strokes that mutilated its beauty.
Destroyed by the very hands that were supposed to preserve and honour it.
This poem is about:
How someone’s indecision can create a domino effect that causes a great deal of pain and destruction in someone’s life. The tragic sabotage of a sacred,timeless connection. As two mirror souls attempt to heal and unite,external forces on both sides team up to orchestrate their ruin—destroying a rare and beautiful love to feed their own greed and dark attachments.
CHAPTER THREE:
ANGEL'S TRUMPETS - ICARUS
In your branches angel's trumpets bloomed,luring me deeper into your embrace.
Your flowers,a hallucinogenic kiss consuming me beyond recall, amplifying the magnificence of your face.
In your deadly embrace I lose myself and find solace in the madness that dwells.
Consumed by your sweetness my soul is caught,in your shade I found my demise.
Your roots reached into the depths of my soul,a tall tree hugging me,in an abandoned forest, vines entwining, encroaching,slowly strangling me to a natural death.
Drained of colour as my blood slowly seeps into you I sliced through the binding vines,I let go of the dark torment.
I found my freedom through the dooming mist,I turned my face away from you.
Your poison has coursed through my veins transforming me into a darker shade,a mirror to the pain you have made.
I have been reshaped in the image of your hurt,agony's forge has tempered my heart, my love has now become a burning threat to your ancient bark.
This poem is about:
The parasitic nature of a destructive bond, symbolised by the hallucinogenic allure of Angel’s Trumpets.
It captures the painful truth that just like the flower,some people are attractive on the outside but carry a lethal toxicity within,tracking the soul's transition from voluntary strangulation to slicing through the vines of trauma to reclaim personal autonomy.
CHAPTER FOUR: POSEIDON
The baritone of your laughter a serenade, every word you speak is a melodic phrase, a harmonious blend of tone and timbre that resonates with my soul.
Like the gentle currents of the ocean your hair flows, softly stroking your face with a soothing caress.
The way the strands dance round your features is like the undulating waves of the sea.And when I gaze into the depths of your eyes,time stands still,frozen like a droplet of water suspended in mid-air.
The symmetry of your face is a work of art,your cheekbones are the soaring arches of an underwater cathedral,a testament of beauty that lies far beneath the crashing waves of the deep blue.
This poem is about:
A celebration of physical and spiritual beauty that dissolves into grief.
While honouring the intricate way God put this soul together,the narrative exposes the agonising betrayal of a connection cut short because the beloved allowed external whispers and deceptive angels to dictate his path.
TO BE CONTINUED: Coming soon!
-LORD OF THE FLIES- JINN -THE ANGEL OF DEATH -PSYCHEDELIC JESUS -THE GIANT WITH TWO FACES -THE KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMANI -DARK PASSENGER -MOUSTACHE SALLY -CORPUS CHRISTI -THE LAST SUPPER -PRINCE VALIUM -MAGIC MUSHROOMS & CUNNILINGUS
