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Mystery Elegy Poems | Elegy Poems About Mystery

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THE SOUL OF MAIDEN

 
Destiny fraught with hardship 
So much in aconite life of the 
hapless soul
In row prone with some ponce
Who could save as she fret? 
Being conscript in a route routed 
march
On lisping lips of the humble 
tongue 
Like bird she could afar and 
appear in minute 
As it were when one is peregrine 
in gradgrinds
It could be anything but help 
Dove like as seen on thy alter
Not just a deist in your 
conception 
What could have warrant such 
Towards these wench 
If there were life after where she 
was
The issuance of ones isonomy 
to beloved family
Like teddy bay roaming in the 
hands of strangers
Straining in no altercation 
Yes, she live up to her mournful 
pride
Waited in many of her days 
Maybe the sun could deign and 
benign on her path.  
 


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Life's Devastation

Life is a Devastation upon request,
When you live each moment like the rest.

Trying to fit in, 
Wearing a mask,
It's killing you inside, 
You have nowhere to hide.

As your heart falters, 
And your breathing stops,
You fall into the dark abyss.
Not knowing what's on the otherside,
Not caring 'cause you have died.

Goodbye light, Hello darkness


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Land of the Free

Oh, Land of the Free 
You have presumptuously deemed yourself the mouthpiece and policy maker 
Of the world
How overconfident
How impudent
Who makes you... 
                          Oh, King of impertinence
Regulators of the human race...
                                                         The monarch of the agitated sea
Who are you to dictate MY household’s wishes? 
As with the Roman Empire, your greed and moral deficiency IS your destruction
Your sins are hidden behind plaster, ramshackle, and termite-infested walls  
You sit on your throne of deprecated morality
You twist your neck and roil your head in an idiomatic cistern of ethics
Oh, how those merchants whom seek shelter under your fiscal confidence...
                             Will wail and rip their outer garments, as they witness your
great 
Collapse
Nevertheless, just like men whom seeks the warmth of a harlot’s bosom
They will easily turn their face to the next woman of ill-gotten gains


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Mistake

As blood drips down
I stare at myself with a frown
Her body flashy red
Stabbed her dead
Dropped my knife
Started to caress my wife
Gruesome love
As I removed my infected glove
Flowed in my mind were memories
How the joy to bury her in the cemeteries’ graves
I chopped her many and waves
Of worship appeared
I knew I feared
This, I loved too much
I remember the first touch
My hands on her hips
Licked mine and on her lips
As my hand gentle rows to the end of her back
I managed to take a snack
My hands reaching her round behind
Combined of the kissing of her chest
Licking between the two breast
I become more attracted
And more distracted
Pushed her on the bed
Instead my jumping ahead
I gave time
So then she can be mine
In the mid-dust, forever
Me and her together
As I stormed with the ring
I became the king
And she is my queen
The glorious scene
In a dull and faded
With me is hatred
I had to say
In a mysterious way
I have done a mistake
That no one can break
I picked the knife stabbed myself and returned
To my lover that I burned…


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When words mean nothing

How to abate the loathing
When words mean nothing?

There are moments
In human existence

When
Any resistance
against baleful fate
is futile.

When
One is left
with his thoughts
Forsaken 
by all gods

Astonished immensely
by the world vile
which first
gave him birth
and now
devours him
with mirth

Agonizes he
in every spot
on the Earth

Where does his heart belong to
Never will he learn

How to console such a man
When all words would burn?

How to abate the loathing
When words mean nothing?


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Saving Grace

Alive In Night,
 Shadowed By Light
Born Through Pain
 The Death Is Sane
So Surreal The Death I Feel;
 Faith No More,
Trust In Doubt
 Left With Scorn
Fled In A Rush
 Melting At Your Touch.
Can't You Hear
 The Hope, The Fear...
Pain And Hate
 How Easily Does It
Resign Your Fate,
 Justified Thy Death
Murdered Thine Life
 Can Help Shine Through,
This Opaque Shield I Drew.
 Maybe, Finally-I Can Rest In Pieces...
Undeterred Needs Met With Unsoilicited Promises.


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DAIMON HELLSTROM

< 2ND CONTINUETION>


" Jesus, Rex Judaeorum," how best could he 
Have shown his qualities than dying on the cross, a fatal fee.   
What could he have said while dying than;
"Deusin manus tuas commendo spiritum meum."

He could only go about boasting that;
"Verus Deus salutaris venire ad eum." so flat.

[SALAZAR was growing too emotional and angry under the scrutiny of GOD THE ALMIGHTY.]

Ubi est pars terrae quae fecimus?
We were treated as fools.
Quare nos de caelo expulsi?
What did you want us to see?


licet sim occidit inferorum,
Regnum me pugnabit iuro. There is no room.
My father BEELZEBUB was cheated and so the earth should be doomed.
That was it. Revenge we are no fool.

< GOD SIGHED IN IMPATIENCE AMIDST THE GRUMBLES WITHIN THE COURTROOM>

GOD: thanks for that digression Salazar.May you continue with the confession.

"Yes," Yards away from my home was an old church,
Whose bells hadn't tolled for twelve years because of a touch 
Of dilapidation, and which could not be repaired.
Despite all, all was set and for me, the bells were prepared.

As I was received on earth, the bells tolled simultaneously
A surprise to all who heard the twelve solid tolls calmly.
That was the announcement of my arrival,
Perpetuated by twelve ghosts from the cemetery’s anal.

These ghosts, men who had died twelve years ago,
Were raise by the breathe of hell to announce of my ego.
       [GRUMBLES]
The tolls were preceded by an unprecedented silence
Which would quell the hurricane to listen for clearance.

Exactly twelve hours after my birth, my earthly mother died
     [GRUMBLES FROM THE HALL]
From protracted after-delivery pains so tight.
She was soon cremated as her religion permitted,
While others cried and feasted.

In the glories of noon on the twelve day,
I was named, a predetermined choice in play,
DAIMON HELLSTROM SALAZAR was my name
In which I would grow to much fame.

I was a happy and kicking baby so dear,
Who never whimpered or dropped a tear
After birth, nor as I grew old in days,
To the surprise of my family and race.

Although a mere baby, none knew i could hear 
And understand the language so clear.
I would listen to earthly dad say; “an angel
Dictated to me that baby's name. That I can tell.

In my twelve days, many took me in their arms;
I was exceedingly healthy and beautiful like the rams
To the love of all who readily hugged me,
Oblivious to the fact that i was a threat to humanity.

GOD: Exceedingly healthy one....


[CONTINIUES...]


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Marie III--Is the Coffin Too Deep

So frigid was her immaculate body Her last second in screams is all I can see Love's revenge was my guilt With you I'd rather let you die with Bound hands Without you, Marie, like the psychopath's dream Death is all that I can see; All that could redeem Did anyone ask Did anyone recall The sweet taste of the poison The swift slash of the knife he penetration of the lead The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Was it so hard to solve Was it so hard to see That I strangled her so easily My nails piercing her comely skin Blood dripping like the pomegranate I crushed with the shovel I shattered her shins The knife to slight her wrists Didn't you see I did it all The only witness Couldn't say Is the coffin too deep? The pain of her decaying hear tI can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Marie I cant stay Earth is to cruel when your coffin is to deep Forever in death and in death alone The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep?


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September in Portugal

Portugal in September. 

Perfect translucent day and I can see the peculiar nature again, 
as it is no longer a blur of glaring sunlight. It is like meeting 
an old friend, one who was rumored to have died, in a country 
I will not see again. Evergreens, carob and olive trees lost in 
the mist of time, forever alone in the transience of seasons. 
I also see glimpses of the sea it doesn’t interest me, not today 
anyway, but I do notice it is deep blue and has white sails on. 
On my scooter I drive across a narrow bridge they have been 
working on so it can take heavy lorries, a road is being built 
somewhere out of sight.  Wish I were a painter, fair clouds on 
azure sky, could be smoke signals sent by an Indian tribe yet 
to be discovered, I see the past and future at the same time. 
Bewildering, do I drive in a landscape of ancient dreams?
I better stop find at a café, drink a “Bica” (coffee) before I fade 
into the mystery of nature and can’t find my way back home.


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Fearless

Fearless  i go running in the night
barefoot on rich damp soil
stretching out my arms
in a cool wild flight
trees, they whisper in my ear_

dark wind on cold bare flesh i’m running 
hot face, heart pounds 
i feel the pull of a thousand years, 
and the way things used to be
and then, i hear the call

you are here
the time is now
and all things are as they are
the time is now
and you are here
all things are all things
and, all is meant to be

flight faster than thought in this light moon night 
as i slip between the bars
and i breathe the finest breath
homosapiens erect
moving, silently through the stars

you are here 
all things are meant to be 
the time is now
and all things are as they are


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