Dripping with sin, I climb.
mine eyes burn, unblinking.
I have seen a thousand crimes.
each one a tooth in dark.
each one a hymn gone rancid.
the pit of absence breathes.
it feeds on nameless hours.
crawling endlessly, it seems.
I keep my hands in ash.
I keep my mouth in iron.
silence repeats my verdict.
no saints arrive, no banners.
only the bruise of memory.
only the stench of mercy.
my ribs learn stubborn cadence.
my pulse drags a rusted chain.
I rise by counting losses.
I rise by swallowing smoke.
the walls confess in wet tongues.
the dark writes laws on skin.
yet I make my way up.
step after step, unholy.
eyes burning, still I look.
and do not look away.
“Atala and Chactas”, Oil on Canvas: Anna De I’Epinais, 1928, (Ivory Damnation)
As we sit in my motherland
Her father has stolen and ravaged our island
But she, she has harnessed the sun's radiance
I in her beauty I am physically salient
I look at her in my hand
Her skin contrast to mines so tanned
White linens look to pure for this scene
But I am red and brown surrounded by ivory and greens.
I took her to this organic canopy
For once I forget about my captivity
I am overwhelmed with infatuation
I red and brown will serve this forlorn sentence of ivory damnation.
212.
Damnation!
A very destructive person
Carrier of devastation
And bringer of desperation
Damnation! Damnation! Damnation!
A manifest abomination
Who delights in aggression
And enjoys persecution
Damnation! Damnation! Damnation!
A cursed creation
Fit for extinction
And eternal condemnation
Damnation! Damnation! Damnation!
-06/09/2013
(Dumarao)
*My Stormy Morning Poems Collection
With all the Gods who've been and gone
religiously believed in and prayed upon
for sure Thor was but one
but who'll be the next to come along
will we sing praises to him it or her
faithfully erect an edifice to edify
incense burn sacrifice virgins
bow down on our knees to deify
will fire and brimstone or flagellation
appear in the equation
with the promise of heaven
and/or eternal damnation
and aping man's superstition
followers will still flounder around
looking for what they know not
along with the herd awaiting 'The Word'
Spark quickly the rise,
Dilating dark with glitter stars of cats eyes.
A language we sausage use.
Clumsy myths attenuated
With parachutes of feelings mapped;
Syncopated copiously.
A door opening those parts explored, for instance.
Snail trails of shiny slime on wet pavement;
Mirrors looking backwards,
Entwining organs through time.
Primarily another path
That leads me back to you.
I will not burn in Hell/
Like anyone else Will burn/
I will breathe that fire/
Like it is my air/
You turned me from God/
You did this to me/
You turned me into/
A creature from Hell/
I am an innocent man/
Why did you do this to me/
The only evil/
Is the evil you bring/
It's my choice/
To go to Hell/
You damned me/
You took my life from me/
For a crime I never committed/
So, I shall see you there/
I'm worthy of Heaven/
But, I'm too pure for Heaven/
I am a dark soul/
That you damned/
Abomination
I wonder what it means to be called an abomination
and if this has any relationship to being a damnation,
as there must be certain things that people do in deserving condemnation
which go against all reasonable human laws and are opposed to salvation.
If what has been handed down from the past is any indication
then we are somehow all obliged to follow with a dedication,
for our own sake and that of all our so called many relations
who are subject to the same weaknesses, trials and temptations.
To some it may seem there need not be any restriction
which will generally only incur a justifiable conviction
for any laws broken and usually dealt with a harsh sanction
when blame or guilt can be done away with by a transaction.
There are so many things people do without any justification
except to satisfy their own sense of individual expectation
especially where the actions done are without any provocation
against a fellow human being who’s an object of victimization.
___________________________
We are doomed
We will kill each other
It's reasonable to assume
We all will fall, one after another
We slaughter the trees
Massacre the animals
Cause we feel these are needs
To not be cannibals
Now I won't go on trying to prove
How we are so doomed, because it's no use to you
we are screwed.
I feel the tears on my cheeks
My legs tremble and I feel weak
After long arduous weeks
I just wonder what it is I seek
There's blood on the walls
As tears of blood fall
Demons scratch and I hear their calls
All around they begin to crawl
Everything closes in around me
But what I really feel is the freeze
I'm crying I just want to be free
But this bitter chill has me on my knees
I'm afraid I'm drowning in my own tears
When into blackness I peer
Lined up are all of my deepest fears
I'm terrified damnation looms near
You might not like it
you may not agree
But religion’s the problem
the real enemy
A blind ideology
that kills to maintain
A false image of God
to blaspheme and profane
The Koran—the Crusades
the excuses—the lies
Fanatical visions
the death they imply
The future will judge
what the present impales
The shame and the heartbreak
humanity failed
As ill-fated dogma
kills the innocent child
The real God enrages
his judgment on file
So spew out your maxims
and dig in your heels
As millions will die
for what you think you feel
The universe watches
eternity waits
For this plague to be over
—this damned human race
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
Behold!
Where is it no mortal soul fathoms to dare?
The foretold detestable dunes of despair!
Whose sands of crystalline luminescence
Drown and drain thy essence.
Far within that redolent tomb
Hidden deeper inside the heavens moon,
Where the souls of the damned unwillingly swoon
Slaves to the sin that fathered their doom.
Where thou art subject to phantom pains
Orchestrated by the Litch who reigns
Without delay upon his frozen throne of ice
Whose subjects lament in the decay
of blood maggots and eerie lice.
Oh dear lord!
Let her cry a million tears of molten gold
Until the earth consumes , in her bosoms, her faltered soul.
Flames getting high as they could
But clustered within great despair
Was the heart that couldn't move
She felt the earth crush beneath her feet
As the crevices shattered
Broken beyond repair
The moment had come
For the reckoning
The numb creature loomed over it
Rushed to provide it some shelter
But it would not be subdued
The freedom was now it's only refuge
Neither the being
Nor the heart
Could conjure up some solace
One , cause it hadn't the heart
The other , as it wasn't supposed to.
Behold! A land writhing in cold
prophecies untold, uttered by the foolish and the bold.
Where the darkest of clouds swirl and unfold
to reveal a land ripe with a decay uncontrolled.
Forevermore stained in the wet contorted hues of crimson red
where life continues, if not broken, as a soulless token
To this, what else can truly be said?
if not instead about that particular dread;
Behold! The wondering damned, to their graves by the nose were they led
Whose dark blood flows through the limbs of the living and the dead.
Wretched denizens of damnation, upon lands no mortal shall explore to dare.
Uttering their pathetic lamentation, a morbid unholy prayer.
Together in conjoined suffering of no delay, do they share
the putrescent smells rancid and fresh from decay, so taint the air,
a foul stench too much to bare.
Deeper betwixt that ethereal black mountain
of dark waters and darker fountain.
From this a city rises dark and abrupt
Seeking to consume and corrupt.
Let me penetrate your abyss
and storm your walls of dominion.
Let’s rage against the dying
of the light bringer of night
and scream to creations seams as
we articulate something
if we articulate to no one. No one at all!
I know the chaoses coming deluge
Entombed in an earth like a nightmare
You were the only one I dare
I watch your eyes flare
Oh sweet chaos cover my ruined soul
Ashes from infinities
infernal fires, proclaim.
Entangle me in your tomorrows
Torrant Love affairs
And divide your nations
With my holy rod, I declare!
A thought so wild and rare let me trace
fire light in your face, reflected in the night.
Vast Valhalla a heaven on parade
All at war with DUSK
Coming of DAWNS charade
I feel it’s creeping darkness
This deepest of the grave
The loss of eternal Grace
Let me tighten your lace
Oh sweet chaos running in the chase
Drowned me in your eyes
Oh storms so abyssal and rare
Let me penetrate your oblivion, finite
Oh sweet damnation forever more I stare
Upon the transition into a wistful soul
A past seeking self forfeits a requisite toll
Feelings are born from moments of pleasure
Memories are lost to space beyond measure
All meandering paths terminate in the end
Infinity exists in trust we cannot comprehend
Prescience flutters in the ether of the night
Sorrow lingers in the recesses of our might
For the truth untold is a beast in repose
Reason’s domain has faults to expose
Inevitability is the atom of realization
Now is the eve of eternal damnation
Permanence resides in a simple belief
Loyalty to a God is but devotion to a thief
Acceptance is my ruler; Finality is my reward
Silence celebrates the cessation of my chord
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