Grimoire enchantress beguiles vetala invictus, slicka min kisse, hehe just kidding, just a u’i lata spreading sugar, a sweet gift. A snarl like smile crosses my countenance as I manifest into a deity of quintessential grandiloquence on this edifice, casting thy maestra symphony to be or not to be liminal esoteric Mnemosyne velleity, but in fact a vatic edict on tantalizing your most intimate sultry.
Necromantic kissy kissy muah, to the necrobiotic, rictus lambent lament, melodious songbird choir of sempiternal complexity to make sanguinary fervid incipient lachrymose flooding the streets. Cross this lycanthropic malediction for I ventriolic assanina husks empyrean arcana dismal fates under thy hex with the depths psychopomp Yggdrasil.
Careful where you tread mortal, goddess of the nigh is here, witchess gazes through the fenestral, nocturne saucers glimmer as the siren lures you with serenades and her visage, just an itty bitty bite is how it starts, catch a sweet tooth and it will splay you apart. Velvets bear jagged fangs emptying your chest cavity of your heart, delicate if it’s eaten before it stops.
Categories:
grimoire, beautiful, beauty, dark, death,
Form: Free verse
A cabin sees a creature cool from night of crawl and hunt in all
of gravely stone and street in tone of light diffused by wane of moon
a toothless gum with tutting tongue clicks her way like bats among
the trees with hair of oaken leaves that perk each morn’ upon the sun
but she with book to under-arm, her book of chanting, her grimoire
be carried lo and carried far and braced for spell when suiting her
this creature crone of caustic mouth who oft’ alone with cackled laugh
does shriek and scorn a charm or more,
did witch, the spell
did witch, she cast
Categories:
grimoire, magic, moon, night, scary,
Form: Rhyme
Reality set in, I was with the 8th wonder; days are limited of happiness
I confronted something inside; backed to a corner; which was sadness
Have no room for it; but no control; when it comes to, this kind of madness
I can only imagine how horrible it will be to live through this; hopelessness
My will be strong, for no honor would be found in giving into this weakness
Everyone has to learn to live without their best form of a lifetime's governess
There's no twelve steps, past this afflictions kind of relentlessness
But within my age, I will never be consumed by despair such as this
For I have found and burned the devils grimoire; in no form does it deserve to exist
Categories:
grimoire, emotions, perspective, self,
Form: Monorhyme
Spider webs woven into that guitar,
soft music will echo and hang around;
The audience an unsuspecting fly
tries to wiggle held tight by a grimoire;
Souls become lost and can never be found;
It will not fail over time they comply,
something in the air sedates what is shrill;
Quiet now it’s not so bad being bound;
Your submission you can now justify
any other move has become futile
to try.
Categories:
grimoire, emotions, guitar, music,
Form: Curtal Sonnet
the rapture
Each story fell to the ground
feathers were collected
in the die-off different colours
prismed in the silver dust
of moon eclipsing sun
the in-between time
where the sky parted
like torn curtains
the Grimoire words
flew off the page
into the aether
black keys fed
to speak golden spells
bringing life back screaming
from the black open caverns
of the banished and repelled
bit-by-bit the brimstone cracks
and sparks from the depths of death
the mortal substance skerrick,
near to invisible but heard
for what it is now, seraphim
3 sets of wings, rolls off the emptiness
in echoing tears the becoming breaks
through waves rapturefarious
collecting immortal strength
from the deep ink pockets of dark
mined mind firmly set concrete
and contracted in the fires of hell
the phoenix rises like a raptor
its beating heart lit
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Casshern” / Ursine Vulpine
https://youtu.be/nRY5pcA4jk8
"Oxygene 8 Megamix" / Jean Michel Jarre
https://youtu.be/LfkqJOAEsFM
rapturefarious
rapturefurious
https://www.britannica.com/topic/seraph
Categories:
grimoire, muse,
Form: Free verse
she draws memories in melodies with her eyes.
she deceives the moon
with the stars,
backspace,
and the sun
back spaces
to lengthen her daylights of joy and shorten her nights of sadness.
the direction of her gravity is twisted,
she levitates when others fall.
she is my Great grandmother's grimoire
filled with magic and spells
there are explosions in her tongue
when she smiles
she laughs
the splendor of her grins teleports to thousands of souls on her palms
It's as if God is dancing in her bones.
She is not a glass
half full or
half empty.
She dreams in Numbers.
She is heaven and hell
cohabiting together in your chest.
She is the gaps between the stitches of wounds.
She's not what lies underneath your scabs.
She's a womxn,
not scorned.
Poetic Rea
Categories:
grimoire, woman, women,
Form: Free verse
Torn, tattered, tainted,
my Book of Shadows
Travels with me,
from cities to meadows
Drawings included;
demons and rainbows
Spells introduced,
between haystacks and cornrows
Too frequented to be dusty,
fingerprints galore
Weathered in delight,
my personal grimoire
Some may find it spooky,
but to me, I adore
Empty pages wait for me,
what do they have in store
Tuesday, November 23, 2021
''W'' New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
grimoire, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
What a work is man
between his heart and hand
gives birth to creations art
imagery cast around like pages
torn from young gods grimoire
Drifting across unknown sands
Distant forgotten space
what a work is man
the image of the master plans
cast in flesh of a dreaming god
At rest
a drift on the oceans
of midnight seas
what is this the art of man
Categories:
grimoire, allegory, allusion, anger, art,
Form: Free verse
Act Eight, Chapter One. Part Three
Part of a grander play.
A house in conflict.
We are mere players
on this vast infinite stage.
Nothing is accomplished
Nothing is compromised
Fire of infernos n creation intertwined
Struggle for the soul of an innocent child,
the house rocks.
With the kindred of the damned
For what is at stake,
the soul of my little girl.
Her smile fading from memory.
A Holy War is waged.
Jihad!
The lines are drawn in the sand,
In blood, in time
The plans are conspired upon,
priest gather like a rooks
full of murderous cold books.
Heaven's own Holy Judgment.
Their cloaks flapping in the wind
like black wings.
Crucifixes swing...
The doctors, generals
and captains of industry
buy time with their technology
and very little understanding.
Pages from holy grimoire flutter,
fly into the night.
My child crises
I feel a piece of me withering…
My eyes blur in tears with rage
and
I scream,
WHY!
My must my little girl die.
I feel her suffering.
As that sinister black thing is grinning…...
III of III
Categories:
grimoire, abortion, allusion, angel, anger,
Form: Free verse
Act Eight, Chapter One. Part One
Part of a Grander Play.
A Holy War is afoot!
The lines are drawn in the sand, in blood
The plans are conspired upon,
priest gather like scavengers
in the pallor, in the rooms,
cracks of the home.
Their cloaks flapping like wings of ravens.
The generals buy time
with there little black books.
Pages from holy grimoire flutter
My little girl is dying,
No. That is not possible.
Just yesterday she was running
….playing… BUT!
That is not my child, the hair, the lips…..maybe
However the eyes, the eyes burn with infernos fire.
Can you believe? No….
I slam my fist again the stone and only crimson rains.
I fall to my knees!
I cry to an absolute absent adolescent GOD!
Can't think about that now.
Feeling hell at my back.
Have to make my mind clear,
keep sanity in place,
can’t let the moorings break…My thoughts?
I must keep straight,
peace with my creator,
my god what have I done?
Are you in that sacred space?
That place, people call heaven?
Or are you dead, gone?
Lost to this madness of the universe.
I of III
Categories:
grimoire, abuse, adventure, age, allegory,
Form: Free verse
My journal is my Book of Shadows,
Aka, my Grimoire if you wish.
I write down a history of my spells and rituals,
As I am a witch.
I also do fortune telling,
By following the Tarot,
I'll draw one card now for you,
Hope that you can fair it!
The outcome of your card,
I'm going to go and journal.
Know that it is 'The Lovers'
And that you are so very special.
A triangle now exists between you, me and my book,
Next thing we will journal, is of our relationship that we cook!
11-September-2021
Categories:
grimoire, angel,
Form: Rhyme
Come to me, pretty boy,
Not knowing that you are going to die.
You're a nice guy, tanned,
You will leave the firmament of the earth.
You think you've won me over,
And the heart is full of passion?
Oh no, there's darkness and fire magic
And before you know it, you'll come to your senses.
I will close my mouth with a kiss forever,
And he will die thoughtlessly, unattractively.
But he's not that kind of person,
Once even dead looks arrogant.
I will hide my fervent heart far away,
Why would a soulless creature need it now?
So stupid he got caught and easy,
And his death will save me from decay.
His soul, the pledge for eternal life.
I'll pay the ransom to live forever,
Only his blood will spray on his lips,
And the Grimoire will probably show its speed.
I haven't lived among people for a hundred years,
And a lot of souls have already been given away.
I'm not afraid of anyone's Holy lash.
The religion of the people was forged by deception.
And after death nothing awaits us,
There is no life or death penalty.
Believe me, no one lives twice.
There is no truth more sad.
Categories:
grimoire, fire, magic, religion, sad,
Form: Verse
A demon leaps up from the pages,
Long ages
Waiting for his invitation:
Your invocation.
Too late you slam shut both the covers;
He hovers
Giving you gold in a barter:
Your soul’s the martyr.
Categories:
grimoire, science fiction
Form: Verse