The whooshing of threadbare curtains cuts through deadening silence,
while shadows on the wall toy with a hermit's sanity.
The graze of unseen, jagged fingernails scrapes against sweaty flesh,
injecting poison into subcutaneous tissue,
unwieldily setting the stage.
A heaviness of humid, stale air presses down on compressed lungs,
as maniacal laughter bounces off cracked ceilings.
Buzzing flies circle, swooping down
just to taunt—then vaporize into nothingness.
Muttering voices cling to the inside of a failing cranium,
overtaking a discarded soul, slowly stripping away morality.
Irises blacken, then return to sapphire, before blackening again.
Sitting, rocking back and forth with arms wrapped around legs,
speaking in tongues—
the transformation has begun.
A shattered will; possession seems inevitable.
Fighting feels increasingly hollow.
The smothering venom accelerates.
Chattering crescendos
until your body becomes complete chaos,
and what's left of your soul is trapped within a cage,
locked deep inside the pits of demonic despair.
she runs from her demonic ideas
how is she channeling this
she is feeling crazy
Demonic Life
Live alone, live alone, and live alone
Just with your thoughts, and desires
Desires, unrealized wills, dead lives
Just live the thoughts and the desires
Thoughts, created by desires, it is fine
Fine, penalty for the life, for your life
Live the days, live the nights; it is fine
The price of Life, your suffering; so fine
I do this, lovely this demonic war’s life
War again the evils of the ruler stars
I live on another planet from my star
Without God, Live in the outer dark
I live in the outer darkness; a bright life
The light is blinding me in the darkness
Evil angels are cashing me, it is my fine
But the Light clean me, Light gives see
Demonic life
Outcast life
Trapped desire
My life
Helps
Me
Light
She came from eden the dark temptress,
Left Him behind and went her own way,
caught by the demons who back then,
soon she joined them and led them astray.
They said she was evil with a dark soul,
Spawned by the demons beneath the world,
Strong was her mind knew what she wanted,
No man would control or abuse her
Told by the angels to be subject and ruled,
They tried to paint her as a black force.
Saying she was evil with a dark soul,
spawned by the demonsbeneath the world.
Left the valey of the fertile plain left it behind,
New life she started beneath the mountains tall,
Rumours grew of her power and strength,
Her legacy will last for a millenia or two.
They said she was evil and walked with the dark,
They feared and avoided her as she sang in their heads
There were spirits causing physical and psychic torment.
They were in their surroundings, like moisture were in the breeze
There was a man, with legions of demons. Graves were his tents.
Each moment of his life was like flesh with thorns of unease.
They seized him in his crocodile hold. He could not escape.
Tearing his body and hurting himself had become fun.
In the image of God, he was made. But, he lost his shape.
To protect him from his self-hatred, there was no human
Love, like that of a mother's for her child, sprang from Jesus.
His power over good and evil rose like a command.
Come out, Jesus said. Within, the man faced a grave morass.
They had to obey. They knew if they refused, they'd be damned.
Chains of confines were broken, and the demonic felt free.
Jesus sent him home to tell them of the divine decree.
Funny we idolize, admire, imitate
Stars, politicians, elitists aggregate
Living in their hollow lavish luxury
As demonic robotic cultic zombies
Chasing the next pleasurematic high
Regardless soul depravation deprive
Sold out to their life utter perversion
Hiding from true light truth aversion
All the while remaining silent passe
Allowing the masses to be led astray
Feigning strength and superiority
Cowering to their lifestyle sorority
Afraid to say what's right n powerless
Living a secretive lie of cowardice
Dropping into my subconscious
in murky depths you calmly reside
leaving a bruise on my neck I taste you
as my blood rises to your lips
I scream and start to suffocate
your hands grip mine in shackles
carnivorous eyes and I see black
a prey animal now your possession
thrashing only leaves violent marks
under the covers I confess my post
I'm only free with your imprisonment
I want you to go down on me
Romancing with the monsters under my bed
I moan and arch toward the ceiling
ankles and wrists chained to my thoughts
trapped within my grisliest desires
each night I remove the emotional veil
naked and fevered with expectation
deep rooted fear is so close to rapture
breath quickening just short of madness
demonic confession of wild attraction
take me into your darkest shadows
I relax because I can feel you coming
Turning the lamp off I light you a candle
We'll dread
If we're on our deathbed
We'll cry
For we're going to die
That sin
It's a turmoil within
So pale
To feel so very frail
In hours
I'll give you a flower
Suppose
I'll give you a red rose
Last breath
So taste the kiss of death
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My demons, I see,
Though they are quiet
But are never silenced
They still want to riot.
Some of the demons leave me,
So, it's quiet in my head
Some of them travel with me
Yet, they roam inside me, dead.
I'm sure they'll always be around,
In my darknesses, I want to sleep
They want to pull me, tied-up into
My abyss, deep in the steep.
Release me demonic spirits, I quake,
And lead me only to an endless solitude
So I can rest from the exhaustion
Your evils cause, then wants to take.
Fleeing, setting me free from your distractions,
You're this chaos, that's causing me to dread my life
With the unsettledness lurking, stirring around inside
I find myself dead, having no more strife.
Demonic desires, dark, feral
Seek objects to possess
True love outpours, it’s touch plural
All’s but God consciousness
Go with love, not with lust
In God alone we trust
For what’s body but dust
Ego urge stokes fires
Demonic desires
15-February-2022
My thoughts were cruel demons in disguise
They managed to behave all sane and wise
Over me, they exert their dirty power,
they never had a will to take a shower
They sucked the joy out of life,
and next day, grew double in size
when I asked, they told me lies
I could see it in their eyes
when I heard those bogus cries
they made up few flawed replies
I had no valid choice
so I threaten them with high pitched voice,
“you and I can’t afford ties
it’s the truth no one denies
you are the creatures I despise.
don’t you dare be my spies
“stay away” or you will die
it’s a battle, I intend to survive
you won’t get time to say “why”
so do a favor, just say goodbye”
As wrathful as arrogant,
Ready to repent,
A demon and still honest;
Wrapped with red hot raging lust,
Yet, one we can trust,
A demon all so honest;
So cruel as to kidnap,
Fairness still on tap,
A devil and still honest;
Born of womb of a demon,
Showing glow of Sun,
For, a soul he was honest.
Now, look at many a man—
Over half of ten,
How many be called honest?
Wearing though masks of a sage,
In muck to engage,
Humans in demon’s image!
A day to scorch all evil,
With own self to deal,
How many can claim that will?
All other devils to burn
We shun our own turn,
Dishonest t’ be on this Fest,
Keen to shoot raging arrow
Alien ills to blow,
Not our own in heart’s hollow!
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Thoughts on a Dussehra day, a festival celebrated for Rama’s victory over the demon king, Ravana, and return to his kingdom, Ayodhya, after a long exile. The demon Ravana was a rare mix of virtues with vices, more virtues in fact than vices. What about us— humans?
Set in Haiku-like format, but each stanza of 7/5/7 syllables
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Reflections | 09.10.18 | Terza Rima
I am a free moral agent
I detest imprisonment
I abhor bondage
I reject life in the cage
I am imbued with the ability to choose
So I choose freedom
Freedom from political oppression
Freedom from economic oppression
Freedom from religious oppression
Freedom from poverty
Freedom from hypocrisy
Freedom to speak when humanity is in danger
Freedom to say yes when my heart means so
Freedom to say no when the world says yes
Freedom to be myself and nobody else
Freedom to stand on God’s authority
Instead of man’s majority
Freedom from demonic entanglements
Trials and temptations may come my way
But I cannot run away from them
Cause they speak strength to my life
I was born to be free
And so no impediments should limit my freedom
Not everything that look negative is demonic
You favoured me
Oh God
And showed me how to
Walk through my pains
You hold my ego
When my confidence
Fail
I can't be more worst
Than I am
Cos am highly favoured
By the most high
That why my pains
Are obvious
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