I watched as the lights flashed and golems of flame entered this serene green temple heave our hands closed our eyes we began to vomit flies we comported hand got onto the backs of horses for we were birthed with unseen forces. One man killed for his slandering saw the headlights of the first one eyes of light blinking and bantering off we fly from our metropolis on Saturn ring the crown of our cosmic king the devouring blissful fiend.
Hellboy has encountered the following paranormal entities (and alike)...
Aliens
Beasts
Creatures
Demons, dragons, devils
Erinyes, elves
Fairies
Gods, giants, ghosts, ghouls, golems
Humanoids, huntsmen, hydras
Idiots
Jerks
Killers
Leprechauns
Mutations, mummies, monsters
Nazis
Oracles
Phantoms
Querents
Ra, Heliopic Brotherhood of
Shapeshifters, spirits, skeletons
Trolls
U - n/a
Vampires
Werewolves, witches, worms, warlocks
X - n/a
Y - n/a
Zombies
Frankenstein was hosting a tea party,
Of which I was happy to attend.
With goblins, ghosts and golems,
And other ghoulish friends.
The party started just at midnight,
But everyone showed up late...
Dragons brought some stolen treasure,
And Dracula brought the dates.
Witches prepared a magical stew,
And mummies brought the napkins.
Giants barreled in the grog,
And then you'll never guess what happened...
Demons danced with the fairies,
And hydras did party tricks.
Erinyes played cards with aliens,
And trolls drank the punch getting sick!
Then came in the man of the hour,
Frankenstein's own monster.
He happily did the moonwalk,
While werewolves performed a concert.
And then there was me, a human,
With nothing special to be...
Outside of having one simple question,
Where was the tea?
4-September-2021
Son of a demon and a witch,
Fighting against harbingering the apocalypse.
The Right Hand of Doom against Heaven's sake...
Accompanies this young boy and his pancakes.
Born from Hell,
In which he will twice return;
A reputation of honor and respect,
Is one he would earn!
Goblins, ghosts, ghouls and golems;
Godly and ungodlike all to confront...
Now an honorary man and a Bureau,
Guarded by his giant punch!
His coat and belt would house items,
To balance off his fiends and occult.
And when they didn't work,
He would just go for the throat!
Ogdru-Jahad, Baba Yaga and Rasputin,
Are a few of the villains he would face,
This Anung Un Rama,
Our Hellboy, our fate.
August, 17th 2021
Guaranteed Giver of goodness is my God of grace,
Guarding me, guiding me, His gazelle, I gladly graze,
In green grasses, He guides me with gentle governance,
Gaze on Him, I will one day, garbed with glowing garments,
Gleaming with glee, I glean greedily from His golden gems,
Glazed with gratitude, I genuinely gulp gospel truths like golems,
Gaining gaily from Godly gatherings across the glorious globe,
Like a garden growing with geraniums and gentians in good hope,
Gradually glancing towards glorification through heavenly gates,
Glimpses of great grandiosity beyond the golden street awaits.
12.11.2020
For Eve Roper's "Alliteration" contest
We saw their pictures:
tortured out of Our imaginations
like golems.
We could not believe
in their frail extremities
or their gaunt faces,
pallid as Our disbelief.
they are not
with us now;
We have:
huddled them
into the backroomsofconscience,
consigned them
to the ovensofsilence,
buried them in the mass graves
of circumstancesbeyondourcontrol.
We have
so little left
of them,
now,
to remind US ...
Originally published in the Holocaust anthology Blood to Remember.
Splintered light adourns the grimaced sky
Below stone golems bow in reverance
Timeless relics reaching from earth driven binds
To touch the prismed light in flight
Silent stones that whisper
like children in the corn
Praising the light that died with time
and slowly cradles the chiselled tears
of natures bitter end
My arms no longer carry me,
And wheels replaced my legs.
In faraway memories a child still lives,
that as a grey rodent encircles me.
In obscure dreams he emerges:
Occasionally plays the violin with
hesitant, timid strokes,
faltering, wavering courage.
And from the corners of my eyes,
I see him dance in budding spring sunlight,
that sets his ringlets aflame
while he pirouettes past.
My mouth found speech again
In shy attempts with special friends
But in the loudness of their words
this soft sound breaks down
This baffling world of communication
fails my ears and eyes
in feeble attempts to see beyond
the mystifying facade of statue-like people
My dreams are colonized by faceless creatures
occasionally sorrowful, or enraged.
They walk around me in sorrow, they lost love
and life, they live in me eternally
I do not think I am alive, I think I am not dead
There is a land of mud and golems
walking past with silent screams in open mouths
Forever walking past in circles
This oasis has
Become expectation of
A storm of violent hue
Inundating the
Liquid in our lungs with a
Gasping, throbbing idea
Where great golems come
To those who hide beneath leaves
And find no refuge at all
Jan. 8, 2017
i exist in
absurd congruities
from rounds and angles
to oblong communities of vacuity
onward! valiant spasm
i hear the universal screams
through the overflowing chasm
spilling through technicolour dreams
what's real is art
but art is all silent
to the golems of earth
so absorbed in their violence
what's art is real
but reality is screaming
to any ear that dares hear
or any soul that bears dreaming
aye, it's blind hypnosis
but my watch has been set
for longsuffering psychosis
even unto or through my death
kicking the pricks
through temporal bliss
of this blatant ignorance
to the reward of god's kiss
The three Golems stood behind me
As if guarding me
From turning back around.
I wanted to fix
Every mistake
That I had made so far
In my young life.
However, it was
Impossible and perilous,
And I knew it.
I would have done it
Even if my entire life
Would be erased.
I fought the urge everyday
To fight through
The Golems.
And it became too much.
I turned around slowly,
Drawing in my last breath.
I knew that I made
The right decision
Because my dark future
Enveloped me
Before I took a step.
In monotone,voices of golems wail,
On chamber walls mildew spreads.
Gray's now, its mural shade.
Carved from stone; the lover of despair
Gilded by a loss that left her dead
So alone in the arms she forged
Crafted from the pain that left her there
Enchantments gone, the disillusioned watch
All feeling left in graveyards on the sun
There’s no one left, each face has turned to dust
Her desire for delusion makes her run
The golem wakes, he moves to hear her speak
But she runs away and leaves him in the night
The golem fades, the distance breaks the spell
The seal upon the stone gives way to sight
Far away; the child of despair
All alone in life; the golems curse
She turned away after creating this
And now the stone that crumbles off gives way to thirst
Into rain; the fleshly golem walks
Quivering with knowledge and repair
Now he breathes through sight and soundly air
Until the love that he has found becomes despair
He carves the stone, crafts her face again
He gilds the one that left him far behind
Now alone, the golem sees himself
The mirror made of stone for all time
Boxed in prize-fighter
Spinning punches for a sold-out crowd
Tubes and tubes
Run chain for miles, rust spots baring
Stark, empty Jews
Playing corn in a field, as
Nazi golems keep track of the moves.
A dusty field lying naked and bruised
Soaking a fever
Like a garden patch, mid-Sundayafternoon.
A mindless hum and the funereal gloom
Turns black to life - avarice Mary; my wife
Has been sick Seven years - with undying green eyes
Her clock springs sprung, like the misshapen tide.