This land of entitlement
entertainment and enterprise
lost burnt broken...despised
skeletal structures reaching
griping
clutching
scraping this infernal sky!
Arcane factories sit on horizons
haunted like houses
remains of Man, remains insane
burning, cursing some
American empirical waste, mad!
napalm fields where embers of pyres that rage
across this facade of a holocaustic ape
an end to a so called…
Mad American Empire!
Categories:
holocaustic, allegory, allusion, america, analogy,
Form: Free verse
Cause the world keeps turning, burning
flipping upside down, my feet can walk fast forward
And I built a bridge too far!
I'm an angelic being without a reason or host
On wheels or wings, my engine thrums
I'm a born freighter a bringer of fire and light
I'm a man cast in shadows of blight,
I'm a real destructive disaster born again holocaust
'Cause the world keeps turning burning flipping upside down,
my feet can walk fast forward
And I built a bridge too far! Too fast to last!
And my feet can walk fast forward in tracks of fire
And I'm a bridge too far gone to support its own weight
I'm an angelic being without a reason or host
On wheels or wings, my engine thrums, hell in my frost…
Gone in the last world, in the middle of the border
towns born of madness as holocaustic ashes….
Gone into the end of the worlds, into the blue vast.
Blazing in the morning sun cooling in the setting moon.
Clutching ashes…
Categories:
holocaustic, allegory, analogy, art, corruption,
Form: Free verse
Man has built the beast
Rought from blood and bone
sweat and tears of creation
man has built the engines that
feast on the body blood marrow
stars die as empires rises from the east
cold bathing all in holocaustic light
hollow inside covering
all in ashes, flesh and mascara
Horror!
Born to none the engines feast
mechanical heart thumping
slave to the engines beat
The singularity of one flesh and machine
Under a bloated red sun walking in silhouette
Fear coming from the East
as cruel Crimson tears flow
As the infernal engines humms
When the engines feast
Man has built the beast
bought in blood and bone
sweat and tears creation of one
man has built the engines
they feast on the body blood marrow
Valhalla starts to die as empires
rises from the east
When the engines feast
Categories:
holocaustic, allegory, art, car, computer,
Form: Free verse
This land of entitlement,
entertainment and enterprise
lost burnt broken...despised
skeletal structures reaching
griping, clutching, scraping the infernal sky.
arcane factories sit on horizons
haunt like houses of Man
burning, cursing the American wasteland.
Napalm fields,
embers of pyres that rage,
race across
This holocaustic ape.
Categories:
holocaustic, abuse, age, anger, angst,
Form: Free verse
Highways stretch into the aftermath.
Lunar ascends...
Grins sinisterly
A cry rises with the currents
Carried on shadowed wings
into vacant, violent, violet skies.
Night runs from golden rays
Like streaks from shooting stars
Falling. Air raid!
Thermals detonate resonates obliterates
Splash stone, sands, lands crimson,
a thousand years.
Flesh transparent as a specters.
Of ancient rites, incendiary nights
As winds cut like a raven cry. Lock vectors.
Razored spines.
Holocaustic...rights.
Host.
A falcon soars. Blind!
Soars on thermals
Forgotten spirits scatter, shatter
flutter into the icy hurricanes void.
Back into the Blackend Earth
ashen embers, with scarlet hearts
Spin, spiral on windswept promenades...
A Highway stretching into twilight.
And to the future, I dream, damnation!
I pray may never ever come, thoughts cascades…
I dance with the ghost of ancient man.
I dwell in the forgotten, forbidden, forsaken lands
As the tyrannical dawn comes...
Categories:
holocaustic, anger, angst, art, bereavement,
Form: Free verse
Well! Damned Nation…
Oh. Hey! You there!
You are in a rush,
I see.
Can you point me to the holly-caust?
Where the burn of sulfur flares?
Ah yessss,
the pleasure of flesh burns bare…
Let me help you. There…
So much, need…
So much suffering,
so much indeed…
Oh, I am sorry,
I mean not to alarm.
Where’s the harm.
AAAH the humanity!
No, not at all!
I have wings of raven’s claw
Can you see the dyeing of the light, raw.
No, I guess not.
Such the pity!
OH! The torment that is to come…
I know you are alone,
but come closer, a little closer please.
So, I can see you in the tyrannical night.
No need to struggle….
The sliver is sharp, indeed…
No, I guess your crimson mouth speaks, NOT!
Don’t struggle so…
I have such sights to show…
Of holocaustic ash, and rot!
Can you feel the infernos blast…
OH, YES!
Yes…indeed.
Categories:
holocaustic, abuse, addiction, allegory, angel,
Form: Free verse
When Demons Awake
My soul has seen the depths of hell
For I have sailed the seven seas of blood
Immortality tortured beyond consciousness
The tears of man begin to flood...
Cataclysmic imagery within the serpent’s eyes
Colossal death a warning to the wise
Shunned from love and happiness
Embracing sorrow with a bittersweet caress
Holocaustic means that man provides
Satisfying needs then subsides
Demonic Destruction building the wasteland
From dust to ashes nothing shall stand
The demons awake from their fiery hell's
With teeth of the Hydra and pernicious smells
The eternities open the doors of time
For a moment their rays of darkness shine
But woe to thee that sleeps within
With running rage and compounding sin
That only Love can save your soul
And thus return you demons to your hellish hole.
Aug.31.2017
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Categories:
holocaustic, angst, deep, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
The fault line streamed from the Nazi state,
The Jewish Shoah, Holocaustic fate.
Mongolia, Croatia, and Belarus,
Humanity had no excuse.
Rwanda, Burundi, and South Sudan,
The full scope of terror's sad sway,
In Cambodia they pointed their fingers
To where the horrid 'Killing Fields' lay.
The dire purges in Mother Russia, by the brutal Stalinist guild,
Ancient Turkey, the Ottoman Empire, so many Armenians killed,
And legions of Greeks to their deaths there went,
Assyrians too, until nearly spent.
The fault line leaves remains that burn,
We see them ever, and then,
The hard way is how we have to learn,
Over and over again.
The fault line runs on steel rails across the "American" land,
A tomb, a gloom, an iron doom, for my wife's native band.
Categories:
holocaustic, death, future, grief, history,
Form: Rhyme
Homicide
Homs Damascus Allepo
Home to homeless rubicon
Haunted hangman’s habitat
Humanity castrated
Hosts of hegemomial
Holocaustic genocide
Harvest of hypocrisy
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27th September 2016
Categories:
holocaustic, holocaust,
Form: Free verse
Psalm sixty-nine pondering what should have been, for their welfare....
Fell unto a curse ? The seventh sign, if there were such and these my eyes
Colouratura, such sight they shall find ? Connecting dots while crossing
These lines parallel, her world a scripture binds; this collaboration betwixt both
Spirit be flesh blood from Ancient rivers, yet known ? Imagination, perhaps twas lore ?
Waiting for Grandeur's latter rains; as holocaustic phenomenons ? Time's poignant..
Poetic justice; still, love's hummingbird a portent, sifting dreams; discerned, their nectars.
Categories:
holocaustic, angel, art, autumn,
Form: I do not know?
Her layered grin dark crimson sodden
A holocaustic blazing from dead eyes
Enduring eternities of trodden waiting
Emerging ravenous from cocooned disguise
Cleaving searing with bloody daggered fingers
Devouring the radiance of the psyche infantile
Remorseless fearless hunter of dark obscurity
Licking sated scarlet drips off her lips so vile
Consumed disease her senses searching
Her venom running down that timed chiseled face
Her prey naive of malevolence that’s stalking
Enveloped in misted night without sound or trace
The lifeblood ingested empowers insanity
Resurging her vampiric senses long inert
Crying for innocence to satiate her cravings
Shadowing out the meekly finishing her work
Hovering over the pale chalked corpses
Proclaiming victory to all those of night
Dread the rise of this midnight huntress
Fear her fervent demon bite.
Categories:
holocaustic, angst, confusion, death, loss,
Form: Verse