PythonPotamus, "Abaddon" Quetzacoatliciously rises from the pit.
Helliopolis' ruins remains; "in the thick of it."
Ra, "Familiars the breeze" a God-imposter, sedicious, piece of Set.
Set Ing the diodes of scene.
All the same, on demand-
quid pro troll for human sacrificing...
icing in their assumed, -
exhumed names of representation-glands,
Idols in strange hands.
Decorating blue,
filling with strangers to one's own land.
Paradise Lost, seeking ills, -ills, ill gotten gains.
Kismetic Frosts relations
of cover-incestuous-religions
summoned in symbiotic trends,
of the means of the end.
On Alien soil, Ra, soon to return
to asphyxiate freedom's change, of wind,
whisping death's-bloom.
DeCoffinated break, drink !
Skywriters, Contracting...
Watching in aiding abetting, the elites.
The discreeted
scuttled upon the otherworldly-
Chariots called PleasureCrafts and Triremes and Juggernautivity Nets.
Lasers to strain in loom, everything you say or do-
you... buy, sell, eat, drink, breathe, think?
Utopia, Trojan Whores Riding a Beast.
If splay open wide my heart I could,
to find the nexus of pain and agony:
Excise that particular node I would –
Reave and plunder it oh so mightily!
Sever, cauterise, amputate the point
from which this eternal sorrow stems.
Cleave, carve and hack away at the joint
where the dire anguish around it bends.
If these excruciating emotions I can banish,
Lash them tight with cables of sheer apathy:
Peaceful bliss never then could ever vanish –
Sleep I shall undisturbed under heaven’s canopy!
Smother, asphyxiate, strangle and suffocate
the very source that caused me to be bereaved.
Instead… I humbly submit, patiently relegate
to God the unbearable burden of one aggrieved.
Today like tremors having broken
a boulder free sending it toppling
from a cliff in the clutches of gravity
plunging toward the ground
encountering my head on its way down
splitting open my skull as a geode struck
with a hammer exposing my brain
the realization I no longer care
about anything anywhere crushed me
I am a river run dry from lack of rain
revealing for the first time
in over a century the warped
wooden skeletons of steamships
the rusting remnants of vehicles
ossuaries for their occupants' bones
fish flopping as they asphyxiate
finally falling still and lifeless in the mud
which hardens and cracks like concrete
in the hellish heat of the searing sun as you
bear silent witness from the shaded shore
Echoes of the past
Lost in the passage of time,
Shadows that grow with the fading light, cast,
Morphing into erroneous snippets, spurious and serpentine,
Troubled hearts of misplaced cares,
Focusing more on beguiling schemes,
Instead of compassion, empathy, consciousness, or being aware,
Aware of the loss of self, of mind, of hope, of dreams,
We are all blind, deaf, and dumb,
the death of reasoning makes one succumb,
Who knew emptiness could have such weight?
That silence can drown you in sound?
That access to knowledge would cause wisdom to asphyxiate?
That ease would cause contentment harder to be found?
Progressions that prolong ones agony,
A few more moments that will be forgotten,
battling against objects, that kill the memory,
before the black consumes, swallowing all in,
What should one do, to keep hope near when the facts are grim?
Already bruised knees hit the floor, begging for strength, while talking to him.
Beginning
Man
Black
Human
Contented
Cop
Authority
Power
Law
Uncontrolled
Stop
Suspicion
Wrong
Prejudice
Persecuted
Force
Shot
Asphyxiate
Homicide
Executed
Lie
Falsify
Conceive
Oppression
Colluded
Rights
Justice
Outrage
Indignation
Why?
History cried out at a heinous cost
'Twas when millions of Jews their lives had lost
Dead bodies in concentration camps filled
In the name of Anti-Semitism, killed
Pogroms, mass shootings to annihilate
Gas chambers and vans to asphyxiate
Germans, they thought they were superior
Slew the Jews with motives ulterior
Forced to work in extermination camps
Labour till death his sickle around tramps
God's chosen race fighting for every breath
Nazis became the harbingers of death
{The Holocaust, also known as the Shoah, was the World War II genocide of the European Jews. Between 1941 and 1945, across German-occupied Europe, Nazi Germany and its collaborators systematically murdered some six million Jews, around two-thirds of Europe's Jewish population. The murders were carried out in pogroms and mass shootings; by a policy of extermination through work in concentration camps; and in gas chambers and gas vans in German extermination camps, chiefly Auschwitz, Belzec, Chelmno, Majdanek, Sobibór, and Treblinka in occupied Poland}
09.19.2020
For William Kekaula's "A Historic Event" poetry contest
cat walks by
sneeze sneeze cough couch
rubbing my red eyes now
throat is starting to close up
sneeze sneeze cough cough
a smoker’s car
uncontrollable sneezinig and coughing
I can barely breathe
I am wheezing now
sneeze sneeze cough cough
Elderly aunt all dressed in pink
Walks toward me for an embrace
As she gets closer I begin backing away
I am in full blown coughing mode now
Wheezling and sneezing
My throat closes up,
I will take that allergy pill now I think
Right before I pass out
Due to her wearing enough perfume
To asphyxiate all the girls in a French whore house
Cough Cough Sneeze Sneeze Wheeze Wheeze
OLD FLAME
She blossoms like roses in the sun
Ripening wheat in a flourishing field
Marvelous like a marvel picture
The comforting blanket that shielded me,
From the cold wind of discontent, clothed
In my rose she is the aroma that ooze
The melody in my ballad is she
Once ignited the flames of your heart
To sit by that fire for years to come
The cold winds of life often asphyxiate it,
That flame that once danced in her eyes
Leaving behind only smoldering embers
It scarcely resemble the exciting bond once shared
That made our soft conscience lifts the moon
Beyond the reach of gods out of it sphere
But taking us back to the beginning
Where strangers holds no oath of allegiance.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2016.
POEM PENNED PRETERNATURALLY
Too many misses of sprinkles
Wets the heart like little drizzles
Over the rags of time
The chasm between us couldn't be caged
By the eons of past pain
During our storm and rain
Thunder slice me off a heart of cold fury
Because anger rest in the bosom of fools
But the cold chill of your serendipity arouse every shivers
Like the toe poke of a baby when bathed
Our brotherhood, blossoming rose in the sun
A ripening wheat in a flourishing field
With a soft conscience to pacify the sun
The heat of the mo' can not asphyxiate a flame
Lighted by compassion, affection & name-identity
Soulnated with telepathy.
And to cross-eye again,
Every dog has its own day
Which keeps soul in blazing affection of anticipation
To subsequently engage brotherly communication.
VickWizzy
Written by: Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Titled by: Weiss Vae Mmendie
Copyright© 2016.
There are few foods in this world that I hate
But there is one gnarly and nasty invertebrate
Against which I most assiduously discriminate
And I absolutely can not in any way tolerate
If forced to eat it I would surely asphyxiate
If compelled to consume, I would first self-immolate
Let me be clear for I don't want to obfuscate
If told to ingest it I would violently retaliate
The oyster is something that won't grace my plate
That bilious bivalve should be banished as bait
That odious oyster is fetid incarnate
I can honestly say it's the worst thing I've ate
Don't plea
This abyss is darker than truth.
More terrible than your nightmares can ever haunt you.
More intriguing than any labyrinth you can face.
Don't plea.
Don't plea
Nothing can even pull you out of this maze.
A cry will just reverberate to make you insane.
If this is the beginning, there is no end.
Don't plea.
Don't plea
All of your fears have been iced from the beginning.
You are strong and can fight this metallic life.
All foolish desires will purge, leaving strength and wrath.
Don't plea.
Won't plea
It's better to asphyxiate all of subtility
And embrace crude strength, that no one may defeat
Because there's life in the dark, the stark realms of insensitiveness.
I won't plea.
CREEP IN ME
By: McCandless
Expectations from above,
Unclear and uncertain
The misdirection’s in my blood and I’m not a golden standard.
So, isolate the creep in me
Trap him there it’s hard to breathe.
Asphyxiate his petty needs while I watch the hate look back at me.
Eyes of a broken melody, it’s half the man it used to be.
Stuck in constant failure, my monster pulls at me.
It craves me, it plays me, I’m sure of one thing.
It hates to love me..
It hates to love me..
While I approach this constant failure
It needs to love me.
You don't catch someone's love,
and then asphyxiate it
No, you let it go free
You don't smother another's love for you,
with pillows of bipolarity:
Obsession and neglect
No, show some respect,
and release their love
Your tightened grip around their heart,
unclench it
Let your hand be loosened, fingers spread openly
Let the dove that cry for you again fly free
Catch and release,
a way of life for any tender-hearted soul
Pure empathy
When you have affections for someone,
and another person has like affections for you ---
don't be cruel,
don't be coy
don't hurt their feelings
Their love for you don't destroy
You've caught someone's heart,
but you're in love with someone else
Release their heart,
let it swim free,
to go search for another,
hopefully as loving as thee
Surrender the soul you hold so dear,
To a Goddess of mischief at first sight.
Get lost in her shadows, learn to fear,
The inevitable incarnation of your plight!
Asphyxiate, in this void you entered,
Disintegrate in the world you now center.
Fragmentation of fallen stars you gathered,
To confront your lustful tormentor.
Yet, your eyes are deceived once again,
Your heart, a marionette, to her whim.
Your soul bound by shackles and chains,
Depression could never be its synonym.
Alas! Dear lad, your will to strive has yet to fade,
As your soul ever longs to see a joyous fate.
floundering branches
asphyxiate in silence -
nature's casualties
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