Hells tree where I hang
A round sack colour black
Inside little black Knots woven along ropes of black
Of all my sins that need paying to clear my rent
All would be paid to clear but prayer is also needed.
I am of age to face my debt.
With a glimmer of hope.
Drag along the prophet?
Oracle, break the grip.
Tools of iron and Tophet!
Let the heavens rip!
Flippered horrors on the crawl?
Subterranean tour.
High hells? Hand in overhaul.
Liquid has its lure.
Dour the towers in late spring?
Rim of crater wide.
Drench the world, O undying!
Ocean, loose thy tide!
Grim the gambrel gangrel?
Volcano, downward run.
Belladonna, bell and spell!
Young and yellow dun.
Coals a-glow, infernal life?
Dance upon my knife!
Demon-sultan, play thy fife.
Rampant round and rife...
Strife, goals. Remotest controls?
Lost as ancient souls.
Broken, are ye, golden bowls?
Doldrums, dole and tolls.
Holes producing matter?
Apogee, twist with pain...
Night upon the latter?
Floodwater, course from main...
One day from this hell I’ll escape
To the hell of the lesser disgrace
I’m fed up with the country of apes
Imitating they are human race
Their antics are no more a fun
How the apes idolize alpha male
Is painful to watch, so I’ll run
There’s no reason to stay, no avail
However, the more decent hell
Is way too much overprotected
If you lack the most horrible bio to tell
Most likely, soon you’ll be directed
Back to where you come from, because
This superior hell is considered asylum
For the millions of seekers, and those
Who slip through and police never finds them
Between these two hells there’s a space
With a runaway line to the skies
There’s no promise if I get my place
But to find it I’ll pay any price
Though you can sneer: both hells
Is an overused, flat metaphor
Mate, I’m glad you can’t hear those bells
See, another one’s coming, and more.
finally die
because how can man want
to exist in so many hells
those he encounters
and more that he creates in fantasy.
leave everything to our ghosts
if this world is only a quick illusion
a silly dream that crumbles in the sun
the happier they will be
flying over the skies free of us.
Violence
Money
***********
Proliferated by vain and vapid artistry
Break and take the young of our society
She says to them
Our stolen water is sweet
And you'll find the secret bread a delectable treat
So why don't you come into our palace and eat
Stepping into the opulent hall
He unknowingly falls into the depths of hell
Pure things he hated
By selfishness he was dictated
Vile and vacuous things he created
No legacy left his life wasted
Propagated
It was a cold dark night, with a hint of rain in the air
The sparkles of light, carried by running drops from everywhere
Looking like a city within a park
A stunning sight in the dark
A slight breeze
whispers through the trees
As I walk slightly splashing the puddles
Leaving behind base like ripples
I slightly hear a sweet voice call out
'Help, help, I cant get out'
I turned to see what I heard
As from the shadows he appeared
With a horny mask and tight red suit
He ran so fast his tailwind sounded like a flute
The silence is replaced with screams and bangs
Suddenly the devil appeared with girl in hands
Placing her down on a vacant bench
He vanished as if he fell in a trench
Police arrive the girl is safe
A hero new to this place
A suitable name for this rebel
HELLS KITCHEN DEVIL ????
Her behaviour is nothing but heinous,
sarah ain’t evil she’s brainless,
you wanna feel the way her mind does think,
to prevent spillage takes the ice out her drink,
she had friends rent out a room
to stage a fake official leaving due,
and I know her friend has come back around
because suddenly she’s not acting a clown
Rose White removed
because one tells one what to do
Gates of hell flew open today
Now war and terror is here to stay
Picture Chosen Number 8.
Written 28th April 2019
For Crystal Clear Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Joseph May
To live, to bleed that drop of blood;
To die and wake up at hell’s door;
Something within my soul quakes, reaping the salvation, heaven’s sake;
…before the cord is severed tied;
I whom sinner must repent before I die
I shall resonate repentive-state hell's door heavens space God's grace
3/26/19
Seven For Chaos And Order-Of Hells & Heavens
With Love abandoned and Demons are handed your serving succulent Soul
Megalomaniacal monstrosities, hideous oddities welcome you to the devils hole
Dreams of destruction for your consumption with sulphuric scorching smells
Blistering blasphemous bondage, you pay homage to the Master of Hells
My Soul escapes thru damnation drapes, I see the Loving Light
An Angelic reunion a Holy communion, the Heavens are within sight
No more enslaved my Soul is saved in harmonious habitual height.
01.28.2017
SEVEN FOR CHAOS AND ORDER ...Contest
Sponsored by... nette onclaud
shrill screams of pain and
terror written on faces
of children running
to nowhere from hell on earth
delivered by winged demons
Written for Andrea Dietrich competition
simply this:top ten tanka
11/03/2015
Cuts my wrists to make me bleed;
Take this life away from me.
Eyes stitched wide open,
I'm forced to see,
See what this world has come to be.
I don't want to live,
But it's impossible to die,
I can never blink,
Therefore I always cry.
I'm nearing that side now,
Nearing that side of fate;
I'm getting closer,
Closer to Hells' gate.
As I peer through the fences,
What is it I see?
The depths of burning fire,
Coming fast towards me.
Fury in his eyes as he swung open the doors,
He had me on the ground, begging on all fours.
Begging to be free,
Free from such horror,
Sitting there in terror,
Waiting for his order.
With a stroke of his goatee,
And a wave of his giant hand,
He sent me back to where I came from,
Back to my homeland.
I once thought here it was pain,
But I was very wrong,
For the pain I felt there was worse,
Far more strong.
I lay there in my bed,
Razor in my palm;
I drop it to the ground,
And suddenly feel calm.
I lay there to reminisce the better times I had,
The worse thoughts go away,
As I then become glad.
Glad to still be here in this house that I call home,
Glad to be here instead of feeling so alone.
Baby I love you
More than anybody else
You can turn my life into seven hells
Baby I need you
More than anybody else
You can turn my life into seven hells
Baby I want you
More than anybody else
You can turn my life into seven hells
Baby I miss you
More than anybody else
You can turn my life into seven hells
Crimson diamonds are amassed,
When she causes my wrist to bleed,
And overflow on her dusk bed.
Overflow and evermore,
Overflowing like a violet dress,
On her silken skin, on her fractured skin,
Paled beyond death’s likeness
Can you place these ragged puzzles,
Pieces of hers together,
And form the picture that
Wait beneath its covers.
And Form the picture that
Await beneath its covers.
Beneath its covers,
The portrait of hell angels lies,
Awaiting for soothing hand,
And ravaged soul to assemble her to perfection.
Awaiting for a soothing hand,
Awaiting for a ravaged soul,
Like yours.
Like the Appalaician mountains
that span high into the sky.
I don't want to do these dishes,
none of them are mine.
Baking sheets,
frying pans,
infinite cups and bowls.
Caked on meat,
wrinkled hands,
A clean kitchen is my goal.......
Jared Pickett
1/22/2010
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