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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? 
Conscripted in a route routed 
march
On lisping lips of the wobbly 
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 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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Necromancer

 I appear with the unbegotten 
 In the hollows of the seen 
 A shadow of the soon forgotten 
 I enter through the dream

 Inhabiting the void 
 In the source of germ and seed 
 I bring forth the undestroyed 
 As time and space recede 

 In nightmares where the banished dwell 
 In spells inciting ire 
 I swallow up a newborn hell 
 Bound by wind and fire 

 Snuffing out a sun or two 
 As a galaxy expires 
 I take root in empty truths 
 With flesh as my attire

 As ill-starred seers stutter 
 And oracles retire 
 I awake the muted echoes 
 In the ruins of desire 

 Written by © Raven Drake


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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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Poetry Seance

so much talk
poetry’s dead, poetry’s dying

I live with the dead
know the dying

in myself
so I lay a braided scarlet welcome mat
at the door and welcome 

all for this marvelous seance
and metamorphosis

step right up
the plasticine academic gold butterfly
returns to the vile chopped red neon street

tranvestites ask directions and wink
as the mint girls turn their heads shake their ass

knowing full well porn has emptied their
carrot dangling coffers

the man with the gold lamé suit
terminal navy ink fingers
throwing darts at the half-grinning moon


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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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Trapped

 As the wind begins to howl ,
and the trees begin to blow.
You walk a little faster,
cause you already know.

 The steps are at a distance,
but getting closer now.
Still you know that something,
smells a little foul.

 You hear the wolves a howling,
the leaves begin to crack.
You just sit -n- focus,
and try to stay on track.

 Your mind begins to wonder,
as your looking left to right.
 All the things that could happen,
on such a darkened night.

 The moon is full and grey in tone.
All at once you hear a moan.

 It gets a little louder,
every step you take.
Still you know that somethings,
just a little fake.

 Your heart is beating faster, 
as you begin to sweat.
The palms on your hands,
are feeling rather wet.

 The color of your skin,
is that of ashy white.
The lump in your throat,
is just a little tight.

 All at once you stop.
It's time to face your fear.
But when you turn to look.
It's you that's in the mirror.



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Untitled #185 / To my child who never was

To my child who never was,
I apologize
I swear I fought for you,
but I could not bring you forth alone
perhaps it is best that you
will continue to breathe in the void
and never taste the pain
of this violent earth


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Beseeching Old Man

Can you not hear my word?
Albeit… 
If what I say fails to hold your interest
They are still of importance

These words are a lifetime defined
My joys and lamentations
They are a brush stroke shadowing
What I was…and am now

They are the songs of my children
The silence of standing graveside
Softly fading with times passing
Always of my voice whispering

Perhaps these words are nonsensical
And you uninterested in them
They are my life both past and present
My gift and legacy…

Yet still living


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Cry

 Cry a tear drops down my eye as I see the pain you were in, You were my father it 
seemed like you were my only friend. 

  This cannot be real, I wanted so bad for you to heal to be the same person that you 
used to be but all i'd ever have was painful memories. 

  I wanted you here for my wedding for my first child, I wanted you here for everything 
for things father's live for.

  Now all I can see is the care free life that is put in front of me, My mother is more 
like a sister than anything she knows What's best but not like a father would.

  I can come home late and she won't suspect a thing, maybe I need a father to put down 
that hard cold disapline. 

   I cry whenever I think about not having someone in my life to hold me down, To keep 
me warm, to warn me.

  Life is filled with hardships I thought you'd always be there to protect me. Always be 
there to hug me.

  Cancer took you away so slowly but when you were gone it seemed like just a second. I 
wanted you close, I wanted to always be daddy's little girl but nothing worked out the 
way I planned it. 

  I cried, my eyes out now they are dry but they will never heal. The scars from tears 
have damage them for life.

  I will cry at my graduation, I will cry at my wedding, I will cry at each special 
event and just image you there holding a camera.

  Capture it daddy I will smile and say ill picture you handing me a tissue because you 
never left me sad for long. 

 Cry I think i'm over that, But remember you'll always be in my heart.


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Dark Cloud

Covering my heart,
The scab of sorrow,
Holds back my emotions.
To taste the satisfying drink,
That quenches my thirst.
To live my destiny.
Opening my eyes,
I peer,
Miles away,
Only to smell,
The pugnant oils of death.
Deciet has taken up room,
In my dark, 
Gloomy chamber,
Of dense despair.
Closing,
The heavy oak door,
To my mind.
Changing channels,
To rainbows, daffidils,
Looking toward the harizon.
Taking flight,
On eagles wings,
Flying away,
From the dark cloud,
Filled with doom and dispair.
Dark Cloud


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An Attic Visitor

A child, a game, without fore-knowledge
Played within an aging cottage
Not old enough to be a teen
Nor dabble in the social scene
Sat happy at her mother's feet
A dress, I must admit, discreet
A dish or two so clean and dry
A mother’s task in kitchen’s lie.

Upstairs, among the tattered clothes
Beyond the attic door, he dosed
A sickly gent from days gone by
Ancestral on the mother's side.
So ill he was by doctors ‘cree
Among this world not long was he.

A little girl, her game did play
Her tiny eyes did go astray
And happened on a family friend
Beyond the pane and in the glen
A wave he beckoned from the grass
She watched and wondered through the glass.

A quandary to mother’s gaze
She asked her mother on that day
Why grandpa was beyond the yard
And waving in such gay regard
A panic and a smashing dish
She grabbed the child - a drastic swish!
“Don’t speak to him!” a hurried utter
And dashed upstairs among the clutter

As though a spirit had passed by
An aerie scenery did spy
A greeting from beyond the grave
Beyond the attic he did stray
A woman’s fear had come to pass
For daughter’s vision came to ask
How could he be in such a place
When death had entered on his face.

A lesson to you, I convey
To see a runner from the grave
So never answer when they ask
A beckoning of someone passed.
Don’t look behind when sounds are near
Or ghostly runners might appear.
To speak to one will kill you too,
A wives tale that to some, is true.


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lost love

 
Needles in my veins,
Bullets through my skull,
Whisky in my blood,
Tears amongst  my eyes,
Scars black-out my wrists,
Murder floats through my mind,
What’s more to miss, love hope, misery, or just a simple kiss ,
Love has found  the key out of heart, and there’s no entrance left ajar,
Why couldn’t you conceive that I would have given up all I own and love to just be 
a sliver of your heart,  
Did you ever notice what I hade to go through to try to get close to you,
I hope you don’t forget my pain, because that chance has been banished from 
the depths of my dreams,
You’ve lost my kiss, my sympathy, and love for such a darling flower as your self,
At last I bid you good-by my lost love and hope you too don’t fight yourself, cut 
yourself, and drink away your misery, just forget and don’t think of me for all it’s 
worth I’m just dust and fading fog.



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At the Gates

At the Gates

Why does thy heart always peer outwards?,
The first time I saw thee,
Thine eyes shone with a strange light,
I would have loved thee eternally,
If thoust heart had not gone on,
And left this world forever,
Encased in your snowy tears, born from wicked abodes,
Forever now you will be trapped,
Between this world and the next,
The night I promised you, the stars are your betrothed,
If I could only see thine eyes again,
I would have died a thousand deaths just to hear you open the gate again,
And glide upon the gravel in your familiar faerie step,
It is only in my most wondrous dreams, that the creatures of the night speak your 
name,
Your name.
I sewed it into the fabric of the night in sweet lament,
And waited for the sad advent of winter.
And begged on hands and knees for the return of your snowy tears,
Thy heart peered outwards and thoust eyes wove only silence,
Thine eyes shine still with strange light,
I wake in my sleep for the thousandth time,
To speak your name