Best Mephistopheles Poems
I penned a couplet for you today.
Rather, a quill manipulated
my hand and scrawled mendacity.
The misanthrope's who read the ode
applauded with flippers on.
Such insight. Such depth.
Mussolini meets Monet and
the Mephistopheles Mambo mounts.
Call me a scribe and I murder myself.
Call me a liar and I impregnate your charm.
I purposely dislocated my arm today.
Rather, your tongue severed bone
and flesh was torn from my shoulder;
a needed braised boomerang
to stimulate my poetic prowess.
Such clarity. Such wisdom.
Lenin leads Lichtenstein and
the Lucifer Lindy is launched.
Call me a poet and I gnarl my fingers.
Call me a fabulist and I bow to a crooked smile.
A jellyfish swam through my veins today.
Rather, the tentacles of a tyrant
triggered a fabricated Tanka.
Maudlin stumbles when I laugh alone -
more comedic when we cackle together.
Such simplicity. Such compassion.
Bundy befriends Berchtold and
the Beelzebub Bossa Nova begins.
Call me a dramatist and I gag upon reflection.
Call me a simpleton and your wishes are granted.
I solemnly yearn to expire today.
Rather, a fool fires in a fury
and a mannequin lies in his casket.
The curse you've driven towards me -
a combination menu
when a lone Woolf inconspicously
devours a battered Browning.
Such diversity. Such nothingness.
Stalin seduces Seurat and
the Satanic Samba softly swoons.
Call me a parodist and I choke upon perfection.
Call me a realist when I'm sleeping on nails.
Recumbent, crippled: a conscious corpse
Life calling for me to follow
Mentality, it warps
Why does my skull feel hollow?
As I wait for the shadows to fall down, to swallow
Emotions exhaust; they yawn, they sleep
I wonder why I'm awake
Why aren't I comatose counting sheep?
Or swimming in some chocolate lake?
What must I do- for God sake?
The black weighs heavy; unyielding, dense
Two jigsaw pieces left fitting
Hair strands react to such alien sixth sense
Perpendicular; lascivious in their sitting
Buried skin is forsaken; solitary, unwitting
Ladders of monotony, the itch to climb
But I'm yet to grapple a rung
Whispers of breathing chant and chime
Whistling from each glass lung
Will my reality sing unsung?
The dark devours me; surreptitious, slow
My body of waning evanescence
When will this serotonin begin to flow?
My prison of subtle quiescence
Paralysed by every cell of my essence
Like Mephistopheles, only I serve a devil within
Post mortem, my thoughts painstakingly dissected
Wounds of the past are tough like pigskin
Restrained to relive still affected
I wonder if they could be ejected
As the darkness lifts no weight has shifted
The day pours into the night
It's not as though I am God gifted
As I am still one with such bastard blight
How am I supposed to stand up and fight...?
Recumbent, can't move: a conscious corpse
Life now screaming for me to follow
Mentality; it warps
Why does my skull still feel hollow?
As I will for the shadows to fall down, to swallow
"Heeling Mephistopheles"
murdering crows
flies in on the bow
of a Stradivarius
strange webs cleared
from the mind of
Machiavellian insolence
insisting life written
by dancing fingers
pressing monochrome
due diligence for justice
wrapped in blankets of
cloudy deliverance
tack a piercing
bittersweet
entendre
all the ebony wiles
imprinting jewels
for stringing
persuasive
shiny
stratagems
become ivory pearls
tingling vanilla dalliances
crisp and clean cut
new teeth
for gripping
dark contra
bones from corsets
broken and scattered
for ancient tomes
maestro buttons
for plucking
songs home
sharp pleats
skirting over
what’s buried beneath
floorboards
fathoms deep
waiting for its feed
words slip through
eye of needle, the threads
flowing cursives
through the cracks
osseous matter for a black dog
composed humming Bach
impromptu strokes
for hidden angles
offering tongue out
for words, to speak
angel notes
like legs running
across fresh sheets
bars raised ropes
concerto chords
like sails billowing
helm held hard
fast forward en route
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Mephistopheles.
Stradivarius.
Bach.
Machiavellian.
" She was born in 219 A.D.,
I met her in 235 when she was 16 years old.
I was working hard with her father as a mercenary
from a Belgium territory, trying to persuade a chieftan named Horaic
to attack the Roman garrison west of the river.
Tamitha had the energy of a robin & the curiosity of a pirate,
she loved hearing accounts of mesoamerican cultures;
I gave her a jade owl from the Andes
which she held onto like her heart depended on it.
One day a couple of bandits scared her off from the woods,
she fell from her horse,
broke a few ribs which puntured her lung
and she died nine days later in agony;
there is a balance to the Cosmos that I cannot interfere with.
1300 years later I found a girl that resembled Tamitha,
brought her to an artist named Michaelangelo
and arranged for him a Vatican Commission
if he would draw for me that picture
based on my recollection and this girl from Constantinople."
I asked, are you capable of having children,
Lucifer answered with a pensive dignity, " Yes,
actually I possess the libido of a rattle snake
but I dare not concieve,
any biological offspring of mine
may successfully challenge my supremacy."
So that Biblical story of you and Eve
is simply a myth like the lost city of El Dorado,
He replied, " Since you have broached the subject
I'll reveal something that is very precious information for me,
Jesus, whose original name was Mephistopheles,
was my first and only biological Son.
Mephistopheles was born so long ago
that the stars you see today
in the canopy of heaven were but afterthoughts to him
when his regicide was affected.
We coexisted for millenia,
sometimes happily, sometime scornfully,
our goals were more regional then,
not so much global, he lacked access to primordial wisdom
and consequently developed philosophy & strategy
diametric to fundamental nature."
J.A.B.
I'm Mephistopheles, you, my Faust
I'm to your mind what a fluorescent bulb is...
To a fly. I take perverse pleasure
In trapping you in my undertow
I'm a tireless tease that will break your will
I live in your mind, rent-free. I'm tough to evict
I'm your friend with bad intentions
Always up to mean mischief
I show no mercy to my victims, and I have...
No remorse. I couldn't care less whether
You're a person of virtue or vice
I couldn't care less about your age...
Your race; your religious or political affiliation
Once I've seized plenary control of you
My sole aim is to destroy you, and take your soul
I'm that enticing demon that tempts you...
Minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day
Refusing to let you sleep or take a vacation
Wean me off at your peril
My name is addiction
Date written and posted: 05/30/2019
" Mephistopheles became a river whose current flowed in the wrong direction,
he believed that suffering could be eradicated from life,
absurd as lead being wieghtless,
his deviance led him to challenge my hegemony in the meditterranian world
during the climax of ancient Rome.
He became obsessed with silly theories of evil,
money is evil, war is evil,
vengence, dishonesty, greed, everything instrumental
to gaining competitive success Mephistopheles was considering to be bad,
he had gone insane
and so I immolated him to the Cosmos
and in loving memory I established a Church, an Empire, from his life,
I made gold from grease."
I was completely stunned by these revelations,
I nearly forgot how to breathe,
I was like a child lost in a labyrinth of questions, doubts & beliefs,
every walkway becoming longer,
every moment
darker, everything true suspect,
I was panicing through amazement,
I mustered the strength to ask one more question
before He dismissed me,
do you think you're evil,
the Devil said,
" I am remorseless, unforgiving and unmistakable,
I can be the pulse of your dreams
and the strain in your heart,
I am a purity so clean
that I am toxic to the profane; I am flesh."
J.A.B. Copyright 2013
Limerick crochetés: Once Angela signed pact with Doctor Jeckel
Once Angela signed pact with Doctor Jeckel
Needed urgent help her kitchen all pell-mell
In far-off torn country
People turned refugee
By turnip-head Mephistopheles in Hell
Angela’s wise friend Faust told her to toll bell
To tell the world how much her heart bled with knell
She’ll take in all who flee
Bitten by bee or flea
Life-jackets galore Mephisto jumped to sell
In Mid-Land-Sea punctured floats jackets did spell
Drowned refugee yells worse than arrows Will’ Tell
Angie slurped sea-green tea
With Jeckel invitee
While survivors charged through blockades raising Hell
If Angela dug an underground Chunnel
From her kitchen to Mephisto-lands un-well
Käse-Kuchen* Mummy
Made by hands refugee
To boost her economy – Angela! Hail!
*Käse-Kuchen: German for cheese cake
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Faustus was an inquisitive man
Obsessed with a burning desire
To feel see and understand
The secrets of God’s universe
He was not afraid to make a deal
With the power that can make him feel
Omnipotent standing on the mountaintop
With the whole world under his feet
In the Himalayan highest hidden spot
Enveloped in eerie silence sinking
In the clouds in full moons shine
He saw the universe widespread
In a plain pattern in front of his sight
Like a canvas of a primitive artist
Expressing the longings of his heart
In a few simple strokes of a brush
And hectic colors swiftly layered
On top of each other in a way
He could see the pattern
Slowly and painfully emerging
Through the surface of abstract
Landscape of shapes and forms
Intertwining in emerging storm
Created by his racing mind
He can feel his heart beating
In this colorful pulsating pattern
That was brought to being
The night he made a fatal deal
For the price, he could not afford
His suffering soul became homeless
And lost forever in the outskirts
Of the abandoned world forever lonely
He desired to reduce the unbearable
Complexity of the world around
To the simplicity of a human mind
So, he could savor it and understand
In his lonely cell inaccessible to the world
And open only to his racing mind
Not even his heart was allowed
To enter the forbidden realm
Of unknown scary threatening world
That he was discovering slowly
Inside his incognito psyche
Faustus desperately wanted to know
And understand the mysteries
Of the infinite timeless world
Imprisoning it in his mind
Like a butterfly flying away
Locking it in the darkness
Of his lonely cold ascetic cell
With glassy eyes staring
The magnificent pattern of the wings
Of the monarch butterfly
Getting lost in his own drunken
Desire that made him high
Like an addict who can’t stop
Just a thought that he is the one
Can savor the secrets hidden from men
In thick darkness protecting him
From anyone else glancing at them
By the morning with light reaching
The window and squeezing inside
Through the metal rusted bars
Of his soul’s prison that he built
For himself the moment when
He invited dark powers to come
Mephistopheles stepped inside
In white angels' alluring disguise
And collected his ultimate prize
I was born in the shadows
where the gallows exist,
And I rose from the ashes
Of the fiery pits.
I have walked on the bones
of the ones I have killed,
And I drank from their blood
until my lust was filled.
I became such a a legend
I know you know my name,
straight from hell here to tell
you that I'm back again.
And I bring with me pain
like this world's never known,
in the end you will bend on
your knees at my throne .
So run little vermin run fast
and run far,
because I am going to find you
wherever you are.
I will rip you to pieces and laugh
as you die,
with your hands pressed together
looking up at the sky.
You will waste your last breathe
crying out in despair,
but no-one will answer
because nobody's there.
Part 2
Silence deceiver for I've heard
enough,
i won't let you harm the ones
that I love.
I created the world's and the
heavens above,
and I have always been
because I always was.
I opened the gates and gave
you the key,
but you chose your fate
by betraying me.
Make no mistake Mephistopheles,
when you fell from grace
you lost your wings.
I sent you down into the
fiery pits,
deep under ground yet
still you persist.
For thousands of years you
have searched for a way,
to deceive my believers and
lead them astray.
But those days are gone for
now I have come,
to gather my herd with the
word and my son.
And you will return to the hell
that you've earned,
and if you ever crawl out again,
I will send you away to a very
dark place and you'll wish you
never had been.
With fetid disease roaches, maggots,
and fleas and you'll feed off each other
til death.
Now leave my sight lest I change
my mind and send you to that place
right now,
and rest assured if there be worse
I will find it somehow.
Then there was light from a
million bright eyes as Gods
children knelt down before him,
this made God smile and he
stared for a while,
then lowered his voice to
begin.
Please rise my children so I
may see ,
those who always kept faith in me.
You were never alone I was
always with you,
and the pain that you've known
I felt it too.
You sent me you love and I
sent mine to you,
so you would stay strong and
help you get through.
Then God raised his hands for
all to see,
and he said welcome to Heaven
children please follow me.
If ever I put a face to Mephistopheles
It would be this man’s
Smooth beauty, inviting but aloof smile
Such velvety black skin
Over the bones of an exotic Prince
Cheek bones high, nose long and fine
Gleaming tilt tipped eyes
But it’s his lips.
His lips look like promised Heaven
But they whisper blinding sin
His voice is like a breeze
I’m so focused on feeling it
I don’t notice the hidden particles.
When he touches me
I forget to think
My wanting body takes over
My flesh is excited
And his trap is sprung!
Too late to stop it
Too late to run
Too late to realize
He’s the Devil personified.
Early the hour, before the sunrise.
Groggy from the rigors of moral stress.
I found myself quite numb with sullen eyes.
After a night, fighting my demoness.
She had me bound to a bottle of drink.
Which I could not escape, alcoholic.
And with my grog, like any dog would think,
I hit the bricks for chicks that would frolic.
And like some tales with a moral conflict,
The Lord was working on a plan for me
To find my way back to holy edict
And leave my demons by the burning sea.
The plot was different than you might surmise.
Instead of showing the light, he showed me
The dark, how clever the Lord in his guise.
Loosing the imp to meet me so early.
In the morning, foggy, loom and low sight.
Mephistopheles met me on the road.
Shadowy and dark as pitch, Hell was right
Beside me as I rode, my soul to goad.
A thing of black and hate was standing there
Looking at me, looking at my meager soul.
Dear God! My soul! It wants my soul to bare!!!
No dream, no drink! This is real, this black hole!
I fled, rushing past it, just out of reach.
The hideous darkness nodded toward me,
And I scrambled for my life past the breach.
And away! AWAY! No look back to see.
It was miles before I caught my breath.
With time to think, I had no doubts on this.
Satan himself was given course to set
About pulling my soul to the abyss.
The Lord must have only given a pass
To let the dark be seen, but not to take.
The Devil did oblige ever so crass.
He scared out the evil for Heaven’s sake.
Inspiration:
Early on a foggy, pre-dawn morning in February, 2007 while driving through Rand, West
Virginia I saw something that terrified me to my core standing just off the edge of the road.
I realize how this sounds, but given the circumstances of my life at the time, I firmly believe
that what I saw that morning was Satan himself. I haven’t been the same since, changed for
the better.
Written by H2O the silent poet
Silence Becomes Violence
The society has become blind, deaf and dumb
Its emotions have become numb
The knights are in deep slumber
Or are in the grave
The land seems to have no brave souls
People are robbed in broad daylight
No one dares to fight for the right
People lie for self comfort , old despised
Humanity manhandled, not revived
People see, hear but not speak
Were phones have more value than ones soul
This is the generation of the meek
The youth is busy in making video
Seems they have their own studio
Share the video, stare the woman
We have become unethical human
Sitas are abducted
No girl is protected
People roam without fear
Is this modernity, my dear?
Humanity is caged
But no war is waged
Listen, if you have any guts in you
Be the brave lion, not like cat that just go
Mew!!!
Because:
When crime spreads
Blood like water sheds
Women naked and raped
Humans chained and caged
Children fade and afraid
When lie is held high
The truth feels shy
Parents are thrown out
Criminals roam without doubt
When riots are solemn right
There is neither vision nor light at the end of the tunnel
When youth is used
Only to be misused
When the country is in ruins
Satan and Mephistopheles are twins
When home is not safe
Even father commits rape
If you still keep the silence
This is called master violence
Silence in these times
Is the heinous crime sickening ??
Rise and eradicate the crime
Reinstate the peace,in humanity elevate
Copyright @2021
"Until an hour before the Devil fell..."
Yahweh and Lucifer got on so well,
God thought Archangels so beautiful,
God blessed each of you, so dutiful,
Lucifer, our light divine,
Now fallen angel, out of time,
Evil love, Prince of Darkness,
Diablo Mephistopheles, no less,
Sad to say, Beezlebub runs Hell,
But, Yahweh and Lucifer got along so well,
"Until an hour before the Devil fell...."
Ever since the times of enlightenment obfuscating harmonious balance
Romantic love has taken a back seat in the absurd theatre of minds
My light my mind my empathy bonds and my unconditional passion
have been shrouded in darkness have tainted romance and creation
Empiricism from the age of so called reason certainly towers over
inclinations and feelings burrows deeply and undermines emotions
Ever since Freud investigated libido and death wish attempted to
establish a science from Id’s superb battle with Ego and Oedipus
separated phallus and **** retention from sucking up oral tradition
we have been seduced by scientific dogma and lust for the vice of logic
Like Mephistopheles debating a Faustian pact with layers of devil
we pay tribute to Descartes who doubted his incredulous doubts
The clever guys investigate Philia measure orgasms and pleasure
take delight in quantifying empathy bonds hail to measurability
In perverse contradictions to faith and belief even Agape has been turned
and tossed over on spread sheets excelling in proof beyond reasonable qualms
Call me ancient and backward and taint me with the label of idealism
pour tar over my feathers hang me quarter me and try to remove my heart
Yet here it stands tall in celebration and without schism of ambivalence
transcends into every aspect of life and peace loving kindness’ compassion
Let me call it romance and pure love apart from sex and carnal desires and
let it be known that those amorous French guys in vernacular fashion
defined it as 'verse narrative' alluded to stories from creative excitement
I love you my lover and friendships adore my children like to be playful
seek kind connections and empathy do not discount altruism as a ruse
But I have this relationship with books emerge from ex libri in fancy and art
They are friends dear to my soul they talk to me evoke the whole palette
of stretching my life on a canvass of marvellous beauty and fascination
and when I engage with words and with pages they start to listen to my love
Charted performance has little place in my essence whereas reading enchants me envelops and embraces my spirits makes me whole and can’t tear me apart
Hostilities
hate
& hysteria
world full
of
platitudinous
pandemonium
perceive
acute
sufferance
forbearance
of all
existing
behind
conflagration
& commotion
cupidity
& callosity
searing
sweltering
to
heal
hearts
by
drawing
love
& empathy
betwixt
beelzebub
& mephistopheles
painting
pugnacity
instead
of
horridness
poltroonery
sculpture
Isthmus
shielded
by
reverence
&
lionization
to
embrace
shades
of
rainbow
&
relish
silence
How
sensuous
Is
a tree
without
wind
blowing
through
its
branches
where
hidden
sun
wants
to shine?
& how
sensuous
mountain
clinging
falling
echoes
or
homeland
in search
of
its
home?
how
sensuous
depends
on
gratification
of
what’s
desired.
Written: May 05, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1214 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE::THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.