Birth of In Vampire Zen

Approaching Halloween, a couple years back, I wrote this small history to my number one fan in England: A. K.

Alexandria Krysinski,
      I always gotta break this ol' classic out for Halloween. What inspired it was so freaky deeky creepy cool ... my ass will never forget! 

1992, blessed 'cause I'm tripping lovely on one right proper hit of acid, by m'self at the 99 cent movie theatre in Eustis, FL - close neighbor to my little hometown in central Florida, Tavares - fully into Francis Ford Coppola's Dracula. So into it that, when Van Helsing and his crew go down into Lucy's crypt to lop her lovely little head off, and quickly she puts the brave Doc in a trance - well, the acid had me so focused that she put me in a trance, and from the beginning of her trance till when it's cut short by one of Doc's Nite Dawgs (i.e., noble allies), I was caught in my own vampire trance; attached to her eyes, every syllable her voice spoke, her naughty smokin' hot gothic self, like a goddess mistress with powers not imagined!

The trance she had me in was broken at the same moment, on the screen, that Doc's trance was broken. Which totally blew me mind, as she had me, completely!, for what I calculated to be the better part of a whole minute in the common world.

The term In Vampire Zen was what I dubbed the trance I entered. Also, the intense passion of when Dracula took Lucy, (like a ravishing hawnry {def: simply horny and awnry at the same time} beast!!!) actually gave me that extra little gem that most me poetry in the 90s lacked, in my opinion, which was a good storyline. 

Ya might can imagine the shocking wonder that hit me a few years later when I watched Dracula, as they say, 'sober', and saw that the trance scene, in common time, happens quick - probably 3 or 4 seconds from beginning to end!

So I'd like to thank The Lord Thy Goddha 'bout Fitty times for allowing me such awesome metaphysical experiences rarely granted to the average Joe in this tragically comedic macrocosm of mechanical monotony, Magic, and myriad madness; methodically mistaking misinformation for marvelous methods most mathematically meaningful, merely mechanized minds mysteriously misperceiving mirrored mental misconceptions mostly made manifest by our moon, Luna; Her manic motion most magnetic!

       At any rate, this is for me Lady Love, Jaynel Becky:

IN VAMPIRE ZEN

Through darkness

   walking through forest, blinded

Frightened she wanders

      through tranquil night mutter

Afraid of the creatures

    maliciously watching

from shadows around her

       the black which is talking

A figure emerges

   in path now foreboding

Darker than Nothing

      he seeks 

        what runs 

          warm inside

To run she cannot

   for something has caught her

A trance, not a touch

       yet even more stronger

Flaming

   his eyes glow green

She slips 

     in a newfound dream

For this

    is her final sin:

Loss of Self

        in vampire Zen

No longer does she

    fear this beast

Which lives and breathes 

       the rites of feast

The blood that flows

    in her so strong

Inside her flesh

        his death is long

No fear, nor pain,

    nor thoughts construe

the way it feels 

       to not be you

A vacant state

    hypnotic trance

An ancient legend 

       deadly dance

Ancestr¡al warning

    no longer a fable

The pain she encounters

        beyond any label

What she'd give

    to taste his skin

To be again

        in vampire Zen

His voice the fluent beast

   adrift on his vocal rhythm

What am I, if I die? 

       she cries and cries

What am I if I die?

Slightly she slips 

   towards the absence

              of knowing

Trapped

    by the monster

 Freed 

        by his passion

Now two fading truths 

             vanish ….

Pain of the vampire life: 

       Not Living

She's finally found

     her tortured twin

Her life's last rites

         in vampire Zen

   by Gentle