Crypt Poems

Scarlet

Said the Mother Superior,
“I have completely lost track
of how often the Archbishop and I,
wearing ashes and cloth sacks,
crept into the crypt
and made the beast with two backs.
Altho' no one can hold a candle
to his Grace, yes, not even the Abbess,
flagellation notwithstanding,
as a nun married to God
who committed sacrilege,
I'm ashamed to confess,
I broke the 6th Commandment
as

Cryptic Cipher in the Crypt

(Begin: There is no beginning.)

(O' my--not again--you should not have started.)

 The quill burrows. No--splinters. No--fractures. No--was never here.
 
Ink spills--no--veins spill--no--veins collapse--no--veins rewrite.

The vowels--black-lipped--no--the ink coagulates--the ink tightens--the ink breathes-

acrid, metallic, it stings the tongue.

Teeth in the--grain. Teeth in the letters. Teeth in me--no--teeth in you--no--teeth in the mirror-

splinters in the gum's raw edge.

(First

Crypt and Memories of the Past

Crypt and memories of the past

I feel like a corpse in a morgue, I am already that, a living dead
My crypt is so cold, dark, blind darkness everywhere, life after life
I got up, but the door was closed, this is my prison, found myself here the eternal life

Passed years, passed life, forgotten love, only illusion

Listen to how silence sings in the crypt of the forgotten soul

Listen to how silence sings in the crypt of the forgotten soul,
Each echo, a devotion at the unseen altars of solitude.
We, travelers in an indecipherable odyssey, shadows on the walls of the cavern of oblivion,
Take on masks of smiles and voices, the gala costumes of illusory solidarity.
Society, a pale star in a universe of secrets,
Is

Tomb

Never had I met you 
Still I know your name,
Because of the notoriety 
Because of the fame

Written in stone
Forever and a day,
Many gone too soon 
Seems to happen that way

Halls of Hollywood memories 
Echo down the tomb ...
In a place of reverie 
Not a place of gloom

Legends of the silver screen 
Lives of cinema and

In the crypt of the soul, I build the days

In the crypt of the soul, I build the days,  
Today, yesterday, tomorrow, in a hidden sanctuary,  
On the parchment of silence, I place shattered thoughts,  
And in the dew of mornings, I clothe time, I tame it.  
In my orbits, I capture the essence of the sky, the sea, the

Revenant

Dank
darkness
was always
settled around.
It was all I knew
of the near universe.
Stale, stifling, suffocating
in my broken and spilt trundle
leaving bitter, morbidly clammy
earth enshrouding my body and being.

A crack in the soil, or in time perhaps.
Slivers of light split the filthy floor,
crawled over ornate catafalque,
and continued its approach,
like winter's blinding ice,
to my exposed bones.
Warming flesh grew
and coursed with
new

Stone Mason's Legacy

Stonemason's talent 
his gnarled hands carve fine art
fluid beauty from granite

Flowers, fern and foliage
Exquisite presentation
Not for mortal eye.

The crypt slumbers on
Divine carved angel awaits
With patience sublime.

A holy quiet
Permeates this sacred place
Time has no meaning.


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Rolling Stones Songs From the Crypt Tour

Butch and I saw the Stones at the 1969 Altamont Concert.
We had the time of our lives! We dropped acid and
did Quaaludes and snorted whatever was offered.
We were young and bullet proof that day.

We're senior citizens now but still rock.
We scored tickets to the Stones latest.
It was the time of our lives! We took
extra long

Pastoral Passage - Church Crypt

Butterfly wing door vestibule builds anticipation  
Shuffled, carpet muffled greetings, familiar embraces                     
Piloted by Holy Spirit, seated hushed congregation 
Ritual of ornate cathedral thanks hidden crypt rib cage 
 
Enduring centuries, pliable sandstone testiment
God's

Oh Laura, Oh Laura Are You Okay-Inspired By the Film Terror In the Crypt

Oh, Laura oh Laura 
Are you okay?
 Karnstein’s are falling I must say 
Terror in the Crypt is the film on the moving image strip. 
Spells are in gear and Laura you have much to fear 
There is this dapper looking Klaus who is looking through the books 
And came across something that had to

Trump In Crypt

Trump In Crypt

Trump had slowly slipped,
Into what was well kept crypt;
Than to China shipped.

Jim Horn

Started a new card game called,
"Bringing in the trumps. We shall
come rejoicing bringing in the
trumps.

Child of the Crypt

Sweet Rosalia was here with me
but for a year and a day
when we strolled the cliff beside the sea
to see the oceans spray

Sweet bairn of mine did laugh and clap
to see a butterfly
she reached her hand when broke the strap
fell from the cliff to die

Poor child of mine made not a peep
when fell unto the

Tales From the Crypt 2

Tales from the Crypt 2

Date: Tue, Jan 19 2016 at 12:34 PM

This A Tale from the Crypt Keeper
Of A Boy with Mystical, 
Physical, 
Spiritual,
 Lyrical,
Features
Created as A Creature
With An Extroverted Demeanor
Inside him is Ether
That Burns as his Strength
Willing him to Persist
To hurdle the Roadblocks 
Behind him on the Road is A Fox
But he's not Running

Tales From the Crypt

Tales From The Crypt

Date: Wed, Dec 2 2015 at 1:10 PM

I can see the hurt "Inside"
 But maybe her "Pride"
& being Strong to "Survive"
All of it she "Hides"
See the hurt in her "Eyes"
The Pain In her "Soul"
An the Pain that "Grows"
That's why maybe she Chases the "Gold"
An Astray her from her "Goals"
She Weighs all her

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