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A Babel of Benighted Psalms

Death orifice my Libidinous command, I contras life's ecumenical demand! Now reach down in this thistle grim, Desolate me with the edged limb. Grant this voyeur that glimpse of dead, A comatose where life and I unwed... As minutes kiss my infidel fawn; The church's bell will screech at dawn. -Enthral me now! Tell me Neith, was all my love in vain? While blood is surfing in silhouette pain. Succumb; I've punctured my unfruitful coat, Birthing wonder if Love she'll emote? Sable wings retracted like livery spades, My celestial dream as life slowly fades... This Dementia spoke to me in a tongue, But before my babel, my barbed winds gone... Finally taken from Life's 'Woetopia' I journey now to Death's utopia! While my heart still beats through thorn, Only a few minutes till it's outworn, Due to Hel I'll never be forlorn, Alas! as Death I'll be reborn! When Neith failed this loom of tapestry; I flee through thick celestial forest atrophy. The livid scar that put me to rest; A tourniquet to the sepulcher orb in my chest! "Due to Life's Ouroboros Limbo Inn, I couldn't gift a priapic cusp within, I couldn't caress your silhouette skin, I couldn't love your sinister kin!" The revel Dead speak of Summerland, A masturbation by Death's own hand. I'll gladly sparkle your path with pearls, Take you away where meadow depression curls! For you see- Death is the womb of our throe forboden, aroused Moon. On this night tears open the ebon vaults, A corpse left to indulge all your faults. The pal laid to my awe desires, This catafalque God endures weeping choirs. Psalms sung by Life's clique, -Part of me might cry and shriek... -In this storm; An erubescent shower, released me from my beloved voodoo flower. There my heart and knife wedded! Benighted the ground splay blood dreaded. Through astral Magicks, I decay my flesh, Too the entangled Moon, that trees enmesh! ... The Summerland Now I rule as master in this domain, Finally my swathe depression deplane. So it can no longer grief and betray, But I face surplus love sway!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 1/29/2015 8:06:00 PM
"Grant this voyeur that glimpse of dead, A comatose where life and I unwed..."Awesome expression here. I adore these lines -"Sable wings retracted like livery spades, My celestial dream as life slowly fades... This Dementia spoke to me in a tongue, But before my babel, my barbed winds gone..." Your work is masterful, gloriously grotesque - I can do nothing but fawn over this womb of death theme. Always, Laura
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Date: 11/4/2013 10:36:00 AM
I like your work, and because I like your work I'll be a bit tougher on you because I believe you have true talent and a unique voice. You need to tighten up your rhymes and work on your metre, prosody, beat and rhythm. I think this also could be shorter for better impact. Pay no attention to simpleton detractors like Catherine. Your work has value and merit. I see you are fairly new here, so don't assume all of us are simple-minded like Ms. Tunke. I like the depths to which you take your ideas.
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