Demiurge Poems - Poems about Demiurge

Perhaps I’ll lose my leaves and stay this year, To join winter’s bleakest winds and hours; My northeast friends will leave and disappear For southern sun and obsequious flowers. Only a stray, grey squirrel will appear To find if nut from fall may still be found. My thin bark may be gnawed by hungry deer As no food may be found...

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NOT incarnated in an unlight inside this Great Hookworm's duotoroidal traumedy- NOR feverously skeined 'tween the Void's warp-weft over timeleft psukhai shivering- NIL latency in thoughtfoam friths or thrice-past-madness witnesses to Tantalus' entelechy. IT wasn't borne on echoes whooping back from Death's sublime ecstasies; WASN'T found in belching peals abounding out of Entropy's anamnestic reveries- AND even the Twin Trees'...

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Sonnets XCVIII-CII Willy Nilly by Michael R. Burch for the Demiurge aka Yahweh/Jehovah Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly? You made the stallion, you made the filly, and now they sleep in the dark earth, stilly. Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly? Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly? You forced them to run all their days uphilly. They ran till they dropped— life’s a pickle, dilly. Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly? Isn’t it...

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Nothing happens in the place of forever, just The vagaries of the universe with no orderly manners. Let me pause - and I will exist no longer, as much as Insanity does without the tools of torment and pain. At the feet of a Demiurge and his phalanx one is being judged, Broken and subdued is the flesh of...

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Willy Nilly by Michael R. Burch for the Demiurge aka Yahweh and Jehovah Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly? You made the stallion, you made the filly, and now they sleep in the dark earth, stilly. Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly? Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly? You forced them to run all their days uphilly. They ran till they dropped— life’s a pickle, dilly. Isn’t it silly, Willy...

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Perplexed by riddles and betrayed by Time, The lonely spirit travels far adrift On the horizon’s dim and distant line, In search of other souls, both strong and swift. From the eternal temple of the gods Come roiling forth three dark and ruthless birds, Which carry in their beaks three magic rods Upon whose sight the dread of men is stirred. The golden...

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Darkness envelops the city the demiurge is open for business hookers on the street show their wares Speed freaks hearts beat like bongo drums In the shadows a needle pierces flesh Night people come out in the shadows The smell of stale beer...

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