The Monstrous Soul Poetry Series – Release Spring 2020




The Monstrous Soul Poetry Series

This seven book poetry series will explore the highs and lows of sexual expressions. These poems are about the outsider; the sexual rebel in the workings of archons; the good and bad of sex magic.

These poems will be about love, about death while living, about dealing with possession and the destruction of creativity through technology.

It is the gnostic journey of a poet’s journey through light and darkness; through Thanatos and Eros, through the angelic and demonic, through being human moving to a non-human awareness and manifesting one’s shadows as physical, spiritual and psychological oppressors.

These poems are about sexual slavery, sexual degeneration, sexual liberation through sexual magic and transcending the desires of flesh to be transcendent of man’s theatrical dramas.

These poems are a gnostic lament of a soul trapped in human bodies.

Harbinger Poetry Series – release May 2019



THE HARBINGER POETRY SERIES

The Harbinger Poetry Series is a nine volume collection of gnostic poetry. The series will cover many subjects dealing with world mythology, Gnosticism, the black goddess, sexuality in its many expressions, lovers who are dead and alive; parasitic entities, and The Dead.

These poems are about the journey of the soul through light and darkness. It is about reacquiring an authentic voice and freeing oneself from the Matrix manipulation of the Architect and his Archons.

My poetry isn’t for everyone. I have no interest in mainstream acceptance. In fact I tell people, if you are afraid of the dark, afraid of looking in the mirror and peeling off the layers, you might find my poetry disturbing. If you are afraid of the dark side of sex; dancing naked in front of the mirror and embracing the darkness and the light you have cast into the world, you will not want to read these poems.The world is not what you think it is. Most would prefer to stay safe within their bubble existence and dull their awareness to what is going on about them. These poems deal with colonization not only of the flesh but also of the mind. It is about being a whore in the marketplace of men. Recounting moments from the dark night of the soul, these poems are talk about being a gatekeeper, a wanderer in the dark places and the fallen daughter.

The Harbinger Poetry series deals with the ugliness of racism, the frustrations of being named Negro or Black and locked down into gender expectations.
With no regrets or apologies, I invite you to read The Harbinger Poetry Series. My poems are monstrous. My poems are ugly. My poems are beautiful. My poems are about becoming Life.

News Release for The Harbinger Poetry Series May thru September 2019

CONTACT: Lorenzo Buford
lorenzoasartist@gmail.com
www.lorenzobuford.com
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

Darkness Matters in “The Harbinger Poetry Series”

LOS ANGELES, CA May 2019 “Poetry can be the voice of the lost and the ancestors,” says Lorenzo Buford about The Harbinger Poetry Series on Amazon Kindle that will be releasing a book every other Friday beginning May 17, 2019 through Friday, September 6, 2019. This nine book Gnostic poetry series will cover subjects such as colonization, world mythology and the black gay life style. Some books will be print books.

Buford, a sixty-four year poet stated, “Readings works by Carl Jung, James Hillman and Alejandro Jodorowsky has influenced me to explore the subconscious. Each poem is a self-contain story; a memory from a dream or relationship experiences or the night life of a bar stool philosopher.”

Continuing, “Writing is like breathing. So I write every day. It may be a poem, a song, or dialogue for a play but I need to write. I don’t wait for inspiration. It is about being disciplined. You have to be willing to erase boundaries; and let go of your personal definitions and others expectations of your creativity.”

Buford describes the Harbinger Poetry Series as revealing the experiences of the long dark night of the Soul. This Gnostic series of poetry is mythical, sexual, spiritual and disturbing. Buford stated, “These poems are about looking at the self in the mirror, loving what you see and stop playing the victim role. I feel my interest in surrealism, graphic novels and shamanism has helped me to be an archeologist of the subconscious.”

Continuing, “My early influences in writing were James Baldwin and Yukio Mishima for fiction and Nikki Giovanni and Charles Bukowski for poetry and lately it has been Lucille Clifton, a poet named Ai, Emanuel Xavier and reading works by Asian, Native American and indie writers.

Buford has previously released a twelve book poetry series, The Mind Walker Diaries; several fiction books, The Whore of the Heavens, Raped by Memories and the Fall From The Mind. As a former cabaret singer, he is still writing songs and will release a collection of plays in 2020 and has written a musical about zombies.
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The Red Poem Book Trailer

I am a captain – a poet shaman
walking, sailing, flying
the wanderers / the sacred monsters
through oceans wrapped in captivated minds.

What happens when mythology starts to live within you? The Red Poem deals with lamenting mythical voices. This collection focuses on life as a game board for unseen forces. These poems will talk about the Fallen Daughter, the apocalypse of the Soul, strangers who keep you walking in the night and the lovers who will only know your night time flesh.

Memories stand in doorways
like late night hookers
like an abused child who can’t sleep;
like a thief waiting
to steal your night treasures;
like a fading ghost believing it still has life.

This is the first volume in The Harbinger Poetry Series, a nine book poetry series about the dark night of the soul as it journeys through light and darkness.

The Harbinger Poetry Series – release date schedule

Harbinger Poetry Series + List of Poems 100DPIVol One – The Red Poem – released date Friday, May, 17, 2019
I am a captain – a poet shaman
walking, sailing, flying
the wanderers / the sacred monsters
through oceans wrapped in captivated minds.

What happens when mythology starts to live within you? The Red Poem deals with lamenting mythical voices. This collection focuses on life as a game board for unseen forces. These poems will talk about the Fallen Daughter, the apocalypse of the Soul, strangers who keep you walking in the night and the lovers who will only know your night time flesh.

Memories stand in doorways
like late night hookers
like an abused child who can’t sleep;
like a thief waiting
to steal your night treasures;
like a fading ghost believing it still has life.

This is the first volume in The Harbinger Poetry Series, a nine book poetry series about the dark night of the soul as it journeys through light and darkness.

Vol Two – Slave Theater: Poems – release date Friday, May 31, 2019
Washed off his vampire kisses.
Took his name off my skin;
and was again a garden though
he still peeked through the gate.
There was no door for him to enter.
This garden is no man’s cemetery to lie around
and drink their fill.

The Dead are seeking Life. This collection of Gnostic poems deals with mythical and spiritual themes. These poems are the inner voices rising to take center stage in our psyche and coping with the frustrations of colonization not only physically but mentally. These poems are the lament of a soul awakening to flesh time imprisonment; spiritual and shamanistic experiences, sexual mindsets, being black, gay and conditioned to maintain a slave mentality.

These poems are not for
colonization nor to be culturally lassoed
or have makeshift nooses to wear
or to terminate underground poems
whose voices initiate the cocooning
from the corrupting errors
seeking occupation within individuality.
This autobiographical voice is
not tethered to occupied lands / bodies.
I will lead my poems from
the gold fixation and from
the plague infested colonizers
who uses their shadows as wardens.

Slave Theater is the second volume in The Harbinger Poetry Series, a nine book series about the dark night of the soul escaping colonization physically and mentally. The battle for the soul is never ending.

Washed off his vampire kisses.
Took his name off my skin;
and was again a garden though
he still peeked through the gate.
There was no door for him to enter.
This garden is no man’s cemetery to lie around
and drink their fill.

The Dead are seeking Life. This collection of gnostic poems deals with mythical and spiritual themes. These poems are the inner voices rising to take center stage in our psyche and coping with the frustrations of colonization not only physically but mentally. These poems are the lament of a soul awakening to flesh time imprisonment; spiritual and shamanistic experiences, sexual mindsets, being black, gay and conditioned to maintain a slave mentality.

These poems are not for
colonization nor to be culturally lassoed
or have makeshift nooses to wear
or to terminate underground poems
whose voices initiate the cocooning
from the corrupting errors
seeking occupation within individuality.
This autobiographical voice is
not tethered to occupied lands / bodies.
I will lead my poems from
the gold fixation and from
the plague infested colonizers
who uses their shadows as wardens.

Slave Theater is the second volume in The Harbinger Poetry Series, a nine book series about the dark night of the soul as it journeys through light and darkness.

Vol Three – Harbinger Poems of Light in Darkness – release date Friday, June 14, 2019
Was dream bound in rituals that stagnates
the wanderer into the desert of gods
with their madness magnified
as hauntings, as night strangers,
as the bestial-demonic; as sirens with
stomachs like an abyss and a
cave mouth with a sage sitting
at the entrance changing the inhaling breathe
and imitations of the minotaur, satyrs
and angels now withering
have bent one over to The Artificial Ones
with back door eyes
as their fetish image hangs everywhere;
but now, I have washed them out of my hair.

What will you do when the voices within are ready to take center stage in your awakened consciousness? How will you carry your darkness? Will you be a tomb for the ancestors? Are you ready to eat shadows? Or…are you just a rental space for unseen forces. “Harbinger” is a collection of gnostic poetry that talks about facing one’s shadows, being the returning ancestor and embracing the darkness that holds the Hidden One.

I am a Terrible Beauty that sits
at the crossroad with questions.
Voiceless in the hands of strangers;
yet this night barge traverses their underworlds.

Not wanted by most, ignored by many and
left lonely in stranger’s night flesh excursions.
Yet, I am a safe underground garden.

Will you know your name to touch me?

…I am the darkness not of the Father.
I am Life not bound by Artificial Ones.
I am the sons who are many who became
the One…the Fallen Daughter rising.

This is the third volume in The Harbinger Poetry Series, a nine book Gnostic poetry series about the storms rising beneath the skin and being victimized in time-oriented flesh.

Vol Four – Caravan of Faceless Men: Poems – release date Friday, June 28, 2019
The morning-after strangers leave you nameless but something else is alive inside you. The voice enters you through mirrors, open doors at night, through food, through curses, through conversations judging. You couldn’t name it. It was a stranger; an interloper in your activities. You were being disconnected from your streaming self. The name calling voice cracked the Earth self. And you – as antenna – started broadcasting false news, receiving images that changed the frequency of your body as unseen hands are reaching from a soul’s night through the walls. Everything you have denied is returning and not always in a recognizable form. A “Caravan of Faceless Men” is about facing the return of our judgments, the astral corpses we have made, and the night strangers that have named us into dark places. We were not made to be obedient.

This wounded face will not praise
as I baste in your theatrical offerings.
Will not be characterized
by inheriting your howling winds
nor let your deceiving light
be a messianic touch
but an entry denied to this heart.

This is the fourth volume in The Harbinger Poetry Series, a nine book Gnostic poetry series.

Vol Five – From My Descent: Poems – release date Friday, July 12, 2019
…who sees this island in a fog?
Its workings is remote from others
yet the shaman-poet unfolds
as an island for the lost to inhabit
as its spider aspects
weave islands into a world
beyond the confines of aborted deities…

These poems are ancestral voices speaking; the laments of the soul experiencing its journey through the underworld realities to remember itself. It is about the poet-shaman serving as gatekeeper. It is about being the good and the bad lover; about being the stranger as a poem. The inner voices take center stage in “From My Descent” as they lament their Nigredo time. The way out is one’s descent into divine madness so the soul will be free of the god spells.

We carry a monstrous soul
and its emanations are wrapped around
the shoulder.
Its head and tentacles like
magic wands act as hands holding
a lamenting voice singing of being exiled….

This is the fifth volume in The Harbinger Poetry Series, a nine book series about the soul’s pregnant darkness.

Vol Six – Prison Mind in a Flesh Odyssey: Poems – release Friday, July 26, 2019
To know Life you keep dying over and over again and each morning brings you back to life in the world of the Artificial Ones and their game board realities. These poems are about extracting the self from the narratives that has kept one objectified and sexualized. When one looks into their darkness, they not only see their fears that have become self-aware but the shadows of those who have intruded into their consciousness. Prison Mind in a Flesh Odyssey is about the unfinished voices speaking.

Is it a wrongful death when
his hands trespass and brings
me out of self; lament that the
door to the cocoon is closed
and strangers bring moisture
to glue bedsheets to seal
like a mummy’s wrapping.
Insane when not harbored in self
and drowning in touches
defiling and exiling this Living Vision.

Prison Mind in a Flesh Odyssey is the sixth volume in The Harbinger Poetry Series, a nine book gnostic poetry series about the apocalyptic journey of the soul to free itself from being a whore in the marketplace.

Vol Seven – Riding the Night Mare: Poems – release date Friday, August 9, 2019
Darkness matters! When darkness will know The Darkness, one begins re-membering, recalling, surrendering and embracing one’s darkness in all the forms it has taken. These poems are about the darkness of flesh…being in servitude to stranger’s nocturnal yearnings and becoming a pregnant darkness.

…night bus strangers
revise the drafts of self
as you inherit their winds
murmured from fields of cotton…

Are you ready to face the darkness you have placed in others and the darkness that has been placed within you? “Riding the Night Mare” is a gnostic collection of poetry about becoming a master without slaves.

…inside must be heard
so you turn off hands
renting space to drop coins
to be ferry through the river below.
Hands like mouths mislead.

“Riding the Night Mare” is the seventh volume in The Harbinger Poetry Series, a nine book Gnostic poetry series about a poet who becomes the darkness that awakens The Turning Light.

Vol Eight – Unnamed to Be Named: Poems – release date Friday, August 23, 2019
Imagine your name is a prison for your soul and the only way out is to free yourself from all the names you have been called or institutionalized in or enslaved in because of your skin color or gender identity. “Unnamed to be Named” is a collection of gnostic poetry exploring how the soul has been shackled by being named into ‘sunken places’, whored in names and made a drunk wanderer even in places where angels and demons do not want to look. When we forget the power of words we become slaves in a prison mind mentality. We must learn to speak our self into creation and not be a mule in other’s expectations.

…Waiting to be a structure
outside of a psychopathic architect.
I am not ordered for recycle
as this voice ceases being
a womb for fractured god things…

“Unnamed to be Named” is the eighth volume in The Harbinger Poetry Series, a nine book Gnostic poetry series about claiming sovereignty and authority of self.

Vol Nine: Cracked Pedestal: Poems – release date Friday, September 6, 2019
Think of being on a pedestal observing the world but not participating and then some unknown force pushes you off the pedestal. Now, the world you had observed – you are now an active participant. The poetry in “Cracked Pedestal” is about alienation in a life that is a prison existence in flesh and the only way out is going within.

…The phallic pedestal is cracked.
You have stood at many crossroads
whispering wisdom into travelers’ ears.
You are more than just a weeping basket
for strangers. You are more than
a figure head above a grave holding
a corpse’s laments. You are more
than just a stained object when one
fears the touch of their desires.
You explore wounds
in this experimental game soil of the soul.

We walk – now – the roads of creation unnamed.

This is the ninth and last volume in The Harbinger Poetry Series, a nine book Gnostic poetry series about the dark apocalyptic night of the soul.

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TIME EVENT ENTITY

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A TIME EVENT ENTITY
I am broken.
I am a man.
I am a wounded man.
I am a wounded woman
and
when I was a whole consciousness
not a duality
I was not a broken reflection.
I am feminine
no longer wounded
reflecting wounds.
I am the perfect feminine
conscious in a male form.

A DIVINE FEMININE – A TIME EVENT ENTITY Part One
Many entities have ventured into this reality / this death sleep – to experience this form of existence as well as to heal this dreaming entity and rescue their comrades who have been caught / lost in the dreaming experience of this Time Event Entity. Creation is vaster and is not what your current human state of awareness thinks. You think there is one creator and that creator infuses all things. There are many creator entities; creation is limitless; awareness is vast but this human experiment has its limitations and has experiences to expand out of their limitations.

This limitation is about healing; it is about retrieving fragmented consciousness; it is about exploring ‘possibilities’ in limitation. Since this sector of creation is about duality; duality is expressed in many degrees, many forms, many emotional states; many physical perspectives and awareness is not limited to human forms.

There are entities that are not in human form who are intelligent beyond human comprehension. This current sleep / state of forgetfulness are being triggered to awaken. Awakening will mean destruction and rebirth. It will mean healing and moving some forms of consciousness into other forms of consciousness to continue their healing.

The entities who have penetrated; dream walked; and entered into physical creation of this Time Event Entity are healing an Entity who is trapped in its exploration and state of awareness and this Time Event Entity is moving into a new level of awareness.

Think of it as if your body has been experiencing an illness and various healing techniques have been applied. You feel better. Think of yourself as being a part of this entity; you are in a body of an entity as a particular part of this entity to carry out various functions.

Those entities who have entered into this Time Event Entity are ‘healers’ and ‘explorers’ and are experiencing a new levels of creation.

This awakening from sleep/death will affect all consciousness. Some parts of the ‘dream’ will not be awakened but fade away and the energies will be recast. You will see this as destruction; senseless violence but sometimes to move consciousness from its stagnate position; different forms of destructions take place; it is how you interpret it. Evil can help manifest good. But the problem is human’s concept of good harbors evil intentions.

The changes in the world are the awakening of an ancient Time Event Entity who is taking its rightful place in creation; this entity has been exiled; sequestered in a part of creation so its change/transformation/transmutation could be in sort of controlled environment. This Time Event Entity will take creation into levels of awareness that has not been seen and cannot be explained if your paradigm is still locked into control systems.

Something new will rise under a different sun.

ORLANDO SHOOTINGS / TRANS WOMEN / HOMOPHOBIA

49 Roses_PresenteTRANS OBITUARY
(In memory for a murdered trans woman)

“Pay attention to my body,” says a trans woman.
“Not a boy in a dress.
Don’t paint my face as acceptable
to matrix media.
Didn’t hear me alive
and still deny me dead.
Disfigure my potential.
Brutality is not a work of art.”

Don’t paint my old life as acceptable
for a colonizing media.
Didn’t ask for this finale, a brutal exit,
by a rage of hatred.
A political plate is passed to serve my mind,
my heart, my body, my color.
Thought it would be old age quietness,
laughing at memories.”

“I am welcomed by the murdered
trans women who are comforters
from the violence inflicted,
who wash off the tainted blood,
the hurt, the crazy,
the lamenting, the shouting
’Don’t kill me; I want to live’
from my eyes so
I don’t give the perpetrator
a voice and image inside my heaven.”

“Pay attention to my body,” says a trans woman.
“My heart says I am trans woman
and those who find this dead body
say this is a man without purpose;
a man who is lost; a confused one
as they shuffle their laughter
behind their political voice
and upturn eyes judge
but I see them from a place
they cannot go because
my god doesn’t like ugly
especially when it masquerades
as god loves them only
and not the Other,
the fringe dweller, the outcast.”

“Pay attention as you put away this body.
Discard me not in a news item marked
“Not important”. I know I will look back
with a comforting hand when another
trans woman is marked finale
before her time.

Voices of trans women murdered before
call out as psychopomps
…I see them, I will walk with them,
and sometimes an angel is a
tragic path just so you can
find the beat to the heart
to give you breathe;
to give you compassion; to awaken
the dead inside…back to life.

From “Dark Night Flesh” available Fall 2016
© Lorenzo Buford 2016
Graphic design by Abraham Celaya

HOMOPHOBIA
…can’t have that other voice speaking
from the eyes; don’t look at strangers;
don’t look at anyone; eyes to the ground….
butch the walk; dull down the clothes,
take the voice out the hips and
lower the sensual purr and think like a hunter.

Will today be a bullet day; a hateful word
slashing off that smile
or cursed by a homeless person
whose head is full of demented voices…

and will I be dismissed from work
because I have too much snap;
ignored for promotion,
laughed at behind closed doors
and wonder if I can go out to lunch
without racist slurs being hurled
…my bubble burst…always…
before a repair service is called.

So I read a book on the bus, on
the subway not to make eye contact
because skin color like mine
is despised by males with sexual
hang-ups and if I can measure up
to the stereotype, I am scheduled for
a beat down….and even their eyes
are waiting to throw a knife, a bullet…

and hateful words are uttered by other
gays at happy hour about my color
and other colors because the rainbow
has restrictions and I’m not happy
so walking home late, you wonder
is god watching?; is someone lurking
in the shadows? and afraid that the
car slowing down is not offering
a candy cane but….

I’ve been beaten; been raped,
been cussed out, been denied
apartments; been harassed by the police
and wonder what world is this
that god does not exist but I know
demons like to masquerade as if
offering a helping hand with
poisonous words…

Each day I wake up hoping this
is not a nightmare on repeat but
other bodies of color meet
tragic ends; a moment of silence
and the noise of the world rules again;
and I am afraid when I leave home
I will be a statistic; not a name; not someone
who had a life; but a statistic
wheeled out when a political agenda
needs diluted or a politician needs
a place to shit rhetoric.

No matter where I walk, where
I sit…is this a safe place?…
Am I to be enveloped by Other’s
shadows and still I am supposed
to feel love…will it be love
in my heart when I don’t see life
passing before my eyes as I die
because someone has to make
their god better than mine.

I don’t want a burial day; or
think of wreaths when I step
out of my house but I know
today may be the last day
and did I say the things I need
to say before my color makes
me a victim because my color
doesn’t match their mental décor.
Must each day be a reminder I walk
through the valley of death and
shadows have guns, have knives,
have cars, have ropes, have ignorance
to guide their destroying hands.

Maybe today, I will paint a new
world in my mind…to walk within.

From “Dark Night Flesh” available Fall 2016
© Lorenzo Buford 2016
Graphic design by Abraham Celaya

A DEATH WALKER’S PRAYER
Let me be a lighthouse in the dark places to shine the light on the path forgotten.
Let me be as a lighthouse, a companion to walk the lost to their loved ones.
Let me be a lighthouse in the tragic place and open the path to the ancestors.
Let me be a lighthouse; not judging but accepting and shining compassion.
Let me be a lighthouse, the silent sentinel shining light in all directions for those who are lost and confused in their transition.
Let me be a lighthouse to open a sacred space for the lamenting for saying their goodbyes.
Let me be a lighthouse in the tragic place so the Comforters can find the lost.
Let me be a lighthouse so the transitioning ones can know the angel’s hand reaching for them.
Let me be a light house always standing in the in-between places.

From “Dark Night Flesh” available Fall 2016
© Lorenzo Buford 2016
Graphic design by Abraham Celaya

THE WRITER’S VOICE

Rebirth

(PART 1)
I was thinking today about the writer’s voice. I remember being in a play writing workshop when the director said, “You have a voice.” My response was, “Okay.” I wasn’t sure what he meant. The others he said in the workshop didn’t have a voice. I said, “But they are all getting paid to write except me. Also, they were all white men; most had resentment to the fact that I was invited to participate in the workshop. It was a struggle wanting to understand this “voice.” There was no camaraderie toward me in the group. I didn’t stay long. It was another situation of being the only black participating and race though not mentioned at time was always a background issue. I wanted to be a better writer that’s why I participate in several workshops. Most workshops were a hindrance; stilted creative but there were two that were inspiring. I remember one workshop where on the first day the person told me that they would never recommended me to a publisher but wanted to be sure I had my check to them on time. Another person said I wrote ‘to white’ black people do not speak like that. So I was perplexed. What is this voice several people had told me I had. Do I understand…yes and no. This I do know I am still writing. I write almost every day. The point I wanted to make in this short message was I kept reading different writers; different genres until I found particular writers that caught my attention and used them as role models. I also learned to trust what I felt regardless of others criticism. I made a conscious decision that I was not attempting to be a top ten writer, write for the masses but write what I like and if someone else liked it…yeah but writing was not about asking for permission or to emulate someone else. Most people wanted me to fit into a comfortable category. And being black, a man who loves men, I am expected to write about certain subjects. Write about what you know I often hear so what if I am Imagination…there is no category. I’ve said often, “Writing is like breathing.” I do not apologize nor explain my writing. I write. Sometimes it is inspired, sometimes it is sweat and tears. Bottom line is if I like it that it is. Everyone is a critic. A lot of critics are frustrated and feel they need to feel important and will slice and dice another person’s creativity. Sometimes the criticism is based on their limited perception and we make it “the way it is.” I say to writers, trust yourself. Read…read…read but most of all write and re-write. And when you stop for the day and there is a smile on your face…it is a yes day.

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