Damned Poems

Damned State

in fact, Israel does not worth a damn without the "others" supports

Murmurs of the Damned

Silt collects at the outreaches of an ancient, murky marsh.  
Twisted tendrils of white oleander form archaic symbols.  
Deviant rituals, cocooned and lost eons ago, lie awash—  
Taken to the surface, unleashed by a cacophony of demonic cymbals.  
Now, time suddenly stops by this grotesque swash.  
War is waged, and

Liturgy for the Damned of Progress

My wounded heart drinks deep from the rotting gut of misery,
Humanity vomits its relics onto the oozing tiles of the real.
I see kids chewing syringes like candy canes,
Their innocence smashed, face down on the concrete of progressive decay,
Strangled in the dungeons of a morality sold to the highest bidder.
Starving bellies roar like weapons of war,
But

Another Damned Moon Poem

i am double rainbows. 

i am the streaks of silver in the old man's hair, i am spiny and bug-eyed.

i am the rainbow around the moon on misty nights. i am cactus eyes with a center of molten gold, i am almond crafted ones that pierce. 

i am the smell after it rains. i am

EVE DAMNED EDEN, MAD EVE

EVE DAMNED EDEN, MAD EVE

Madam, I’m Adam, to which Eve then replied
You’re just a mere man, not to be deified 
I am not born from any bird rib
Evil, a sin, is alive - no fib
Ignore dogma: I am God, the serpent lied

God, so angry with Adam and Eve, felt raw
Said, No, it is opposition to

ABANDONED

That autumn morning, when I first saw you
Tall and handsome, draped in a suit,
I felt life, throbbing within
Never to leave me.

Shorn of love and feeling for days
Burnt screams of emptiness
Had resonated in my heart’s crevices. 
Without a name.

You brought me relief and rescued me
from bearing the burden of historical anchorage.
Swept me off my feet, resonating
Ceremonial

The Damned

I never asked to be born,
so these sins leave me torn,
between living and dying.
I'm laughing, but begin crying,
because I've lost all affection
for my mirror's reflection.

You think... I'm just a psychopath,
as you don't understand my wrath.
Such judgement, leads me on a warpath,
as voices tell me to start a bloodbath!

These pills offer no remedy,
so my heart's not

Wise Postulations of Existance For the Damned

Wise Postulations of Existance for The Damned

Solitude the pathway for self authentication
Interludes of what to say in the process of individuation
Attitudes of slow decay born from ill-considerations
Platitudes in early May about spring time commiserations

Various forms of entropy existing in the atmosphere
Precarious storms of ignomy resisting the biosphere
Nefarious swarms of privacy persisting through the tears
Hillarious warns

Lies, Damned Lies, and Statistics

The headlines blared “COVID-19 vaccines kill people!”
“More vaccinated people die of COVID than non-vaccinated!”
“COVID vaccines are a government conspiracy!”

Wait a minute, though.
Let’s think about this for a moment.
For argument, assume that the vaccines 
Have no impact at all
On your dying of COVID-19.
The recent census figures say 
About eighty percent of the U.S. population is vaccinated.
If

Sodom Be Damned

Enter me
like a cathedral
Turn all my pillars
to salt

Love me like every last
pilgrim is watching
Empowering
—passions assault

(Dreamsleep: February, 2023)

Souls of the Damned

While driving on a moonless night,
Guided by my blinded sight.
There arose an ancient, mystical light,
Deep within a quiet enclave.

Spellbound, I ventured in,
Oblivious to my mortal sin.
A soft caress across my skin,
Made me aware of a presence.

Startled and taken by uncertainty,
Fear soon got the best of me.
While frozen to that reality,
The shape of a man appeared.

"I

Shakespeare Be Damned

I’m sick of wanderin’ o’er the page
In search of distant, mystic sage

muttered manta that confuse
stupefy my stoic muse

torment the silence of the keys
while in the distance Shakespeare flees

to curse his feather blotted ink
his red, red rose now turning pink

yet still I sit behind the veil
challenge him and always fail

there are those who disagree
some say he

Damned Generation

Damnation to our Generation..
Ageing ghosting in anguish..
Youth yield to boorishness... 
Devilish deed with drugs on a daily..
Daily routine on intoxication...
Inebriate on a highway..
Damned Generation!!..

Veneration to worldly pleasures....
Pleasure seekers surround our surroundings
Our souls succumb to sexual immorality
Girls resort to strippers...
Abortion is a normal routine.....
Boys to ritualist and fraudsters.. 
Graduates gradually wild smoking weed..
Damned Generation!!....

Wealthy men wield

Publish and Be Damned

Publish a book, they say, they say
Only an hour or so out of your day
The six months to write it they overlook
Then ignore the time that the editing took

They don’t count the time at my laptop I lurk
To make that damned PDF converter work
Or tot up the minutes or days that I frown
While stopping the

Lost and Damned

I watched as the darkness bred in your eyes
You held every word I said with contempt
As your tongue unrolled a gold bill of lies
Pacification was your last attempt

You beheld the world with such lost despair
Destitute, life was just desolation
And every word you spoke told me beware
Romance with you was an aberration

Lost and damned in this

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