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Drenched of hell’s insanities
Sending chills this tortured spine,
as aches precede the worded fiction
Sorted truth does rest sublime
beneath the light of benediction
Broken dreams of compass flair,
directions cast a blinded waning
Trusted roots abridge the square
of all that’s lost and is remaining
Washed along this fertile beach
of sanded hope and history
Tasting o’ thy patterned speech
as common phrases come to me
Desolate my cornered mind
of images I pray be true
Dangling the lost to find
retaliation in my view
Pray, oh be, as life does rattle
chains of only mist to turn
Laughter like some long fought battle,
in amongst we tend to learn
When the calling comes so random,
names are lost on open seas
One by one in columned tandem,
drenched of hell’s insanities
Take me of thy deepest suture,
so that I may feel the end
Black as night o’ bleakest future,
paint your shadows once again
Razored claw and broken arrows,
filled with such, the violence
Playing through the endless narrows,
falling to my own expense
This, a life that's not worth living,
not this day, not anymore
Breaths so tethered in their giving,
pull the drapes and close the door
Take a seat your exits' waiting,
frozen hinges squeak in time
Find the map for navigating,
somehow through this wicked rhyme
Follow me, I know the heading,
down this staircase, up the hall
End those futile tears you're shedding,
she's not waiting for your call
Through this doorway stenciled broken,
toss your heart there on the floor
It is but a useless token,
you'll not need it anymore
You’re now privy to the meaning,
whether you do understand
Motioned light, this night is leaning,
let it take you by the hand
Now of time and missing portal,
through the lens of sights unknown
Nothing whispers you’re immortal,
for this day you have been shown
It’s Halloween my souper friends.
Posting a few dark ones today. : )
Ah we so crave the sanity
existence must be put in a box
thus we will do all
for such happiness in a box
a creation in ways
of akia
we will drive 100km for a box
building our Swedish dreams
gangnan style
thousands consuming meatballs
no bull
In this crowd I smile in loneliness
floundering close to the sea
Life seems to have fled
the light seems to grow dim
nightmares seep into my torso
I know there is not much time left
before I too am dropped in a box
I ponder
as white rose petals fall at the end of spring
would any lover come to me
take my one arm
as I walk my lobster
In the garden of insanities dream
oh sexy lady
where art thou?
I don't have bling
I don't rap, play blues or sing
I'll never be a cool black guy
My strut is weak
My cred roams far yonder
Miles away from the street
I'll never be a cool black guy
The booty I shake
The moves that I make
Won't qualify for Soul Train's sake
I'll never be a cool black guy
The name my mother assigned
Won't force Grandmaster Flash to resign
I'll never be a cool black guy
The vocal lords which gospel brings
Cannot pervade thy angel's wings
I'll never be a cool black guy
Cruising slow at sunset
Love, joy, exaltation
Politely asked to pull over
Algorithms bleed into
Indignant subjugation
I'll never be a cool black guy
When a simple arrest
Leads to civil unrest
Then comes the ripple, tsunami
Of economic infest
I'll never be a cool black guy
My options broken, then severed
Left to dangle without a net
The asphalt calls
No qualms or regret
I'll never be a cool black guy
And one leads to two
And two leads to ten
History's palindrome nightmare
To invoke and offend
Why can't our same bag of bones
Simply care, soar, befriend
I'll never be a cool black guy
That diploma on the wall
Smelting books, with brains and gall
Will humanity's insanities
Finally yield beauty
Leading us to stand for all
I'll never be a cool black guy.
(5/22/17)
OCULUS
Is…
…about the MOON, its power, its mystery, its simplicity?
Its light is soft a pail reflection
Of its son.
The one always on the run.
The moon is an oculus of cold white a Deity that rules the night.
Rides the currents of indigo and aquamarine
It sees all in the coldness of its light
It sees all your lies
all your deceptions
your secret sins
hidden thoughts within.
The screaming of the lunatic
knows all like a silent god it is…
draped in the cold light
of infinity the finery of silver Filagree
the sister to the god
on the run the silent sun!
About the moon clouds cradle its bulk
as its rise high overhead
It rules The Insanities
It races The Thermals.
The things that drive men to madness.
Is it the power and the Majesties or is it the mystery of its simplicity?
The soft light covers all in silver cold white Mercury.
Slanting through window slats.
It carves horrors only our minds can’t….
It illustrates the woes of our humanity won’t…
it revelations are hard hidden fears we mustn’t…
it graces the vault of heaven indefinitely
Indifferently for all eternity
At the zenith of midnight
in its Azure Kingdom of Blackest Night…
The moon glows how bright?
Making the darkest
Nocturnals take flight
So let the forces play
LET the demons hold sway.
In nights ruled by frost silver light.
The moon is an oculus of
chilly mercury addressed in pale
Filagree of a deities finery.
Waxen Avatar that rules the Seas Indigo
N Aquamarine it's
The Azure Kingdom in Hours of Darkness…
rides the currents of midnight.
We're surrounded, or so it seems to me,
by some strange and stupid sayings,
as examples, here's but three...
Altho' outdated, 'How do you do?' is one,
and, if so asked, 'How do I do what?'
my response would be.
Another such, 'It's stunning!'
'Incapacitating' perhaps?
I think not, something there needs shunning.
Also, 'It's brilliant!', is another,
and, my thoughts about it,
'Sparkling, shiny at twilight time?'
I seriously doubt it.
But why are so many Brits compelled
to repeat these inanities, and who thinks them up?
More importantly, I'd like to apply for that job,
as I could conjure up even worse insanities.
Somebody please hold me
Struggling to struggle
I wear lonliness
My vicious mind smiles at my sadness
Looking for hope outwith
Knowing that there is none within
My words pain scratched upon this page
I spit your pity in your face
All who look into my abyss are absorbed
Born to be sadness
And dying to be free
I hold my finger proudly
In front of any diety or devil
And all life in between
My voice the unheard scream
My mind insanities dream
My heart a broken drum
My soul a childs fairytale
No happy ever after or before
So ready to stop feeling
The sadness deep inside could smother God and all that he surveys
All darkness swallowed and light would turn in fear
All that i feel trapped within a tear
Let me take you on an adventure,
Through insanities doors, to the land of dementia.
I guarantee you will be spellbound,
While holding on for dear life, riding hell’s bloodhound.
To seek the excruciating pleasures of pain
Where your piercing screams will be my gain
Let me take you through the narrow passage ways,
With the wall embedded razor blades
If you must know, there is only one way in
If you try to go back the blades will rip you skin
And as the passage narrows, believe me the pain will be a real scream.
Why not try the bondage section
This I consider my favourite selection
Watch them sloooooooowly slice chunks from your flesh
And eat them while they are pulsating and fresh.
And when you cry out expressing your pleasure in pain
They’ll gouge your eyes out and eat them, the crunchy sound is appealingly insane.
So if you are interested just sign your name on this scroll
The price is not much just the price of your soul
I start my day with the rising sun,
Got a lot of work before the day is done,
Back breaking and mind racing again,
I may stumble every now and then,
Tossed in the air with no direction,
Caught in the hand of Mercy with no protection,
Smacked back down and my shells' shattering,
Pick up the pieces while I'm drowning in them,
Glue them back with silence and pain
That's just me in the eye of a hurricane.
All these words in my head, only static when I speak,
I'm cracked like an egg, if you want to catch a peek,
Take your look inside, Wanna go for a ride?
Let's take a leap and go really deep,
Be wary of the things you find,
Grab your drink, weed and shrooms,
This is the ride of the undying bloom,
Enough of the gloom, bring on the hype,
Don't stop now cause you're seeing the light,
Keep on going through the dead of night,
Where Demons fly and Chaos reigns,
This is my mind as a hurricane.
These voices pulling me left and right,
Trying to tear my soul just to hear it cry,
Only to be met with screams and laughter,
Hidden are the fires of pleasure doused in the misery of pain,
Burning bright are the pillars of calamity,
Casting shadows down on all insanities,
Ripped away are friends and family replaced with insecurities,
Fighting on and on till the battle wanes,
This is my soul as a hurricane.
I'm keeping my feet on the ground, my head in the sky,
Fighting day and night, one step at a time,
Holding my ground as the wind whips by,
Keep my calm or let the storm rage,
Just dog ear and turn the page,
Let the sun set on this day, the moon rise on this night,
I got no fear for the day I die, All I can do is today,
And take yesterday's pain, make it tomorrows' gain,
When I'm living life in the eye of a hurricane.
On site of this forgotten Babylon
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in this annihilated place
What strange creature’s kin
to inhuman race
Dwell deep in antediluvian hells
Uncanny things creep
and scurry in forgotten realms
where Poseidon reigns in dark
crumbling cathedrals built
to worship cryptic gods from
outer voids darkest empires
What hell is this of undiscovered divinities
Babylon burns as nations
of man conspiring to touch
the face of an imperfect god
sink to depths deeper undefined
What afterbirth of leviathan
hide in secret chambers
plot damnation to human minds
insanities spawn monstrosities
that doom mens soul and break their realities
In sight of this forgotten Babylon
Along a desolate Mesopotamian shore
What powerful unrecorded species
dwell with in this annihilated place
Where strange creatures akin
to the human race
Dwell deep in antediluvian hells
Ode to Lovecraftian lore…
There is no devil no Satan no Beelzebub above or just below your feet to me there is only Legion one of many one more than three as not as many as infinity…
Legion is what the devil is or what was evil that truly conceals it hideous face Legion it is the tiny voices of doubt the violence that humans spread to each other like a disease Legion are the demons dark shadows cruel and devoid malice holocaust…
Legion is silent voices of darkness from the outer void the inner hole of your soul Legion is all there is unholy and what will be what is insidious evil what is the corruption of mans thoughts minds and souls.
Legion only masks divinity he who has been twisted in the thoughts of men he was who real but is not in the realms the grand plans of man evil is what man makes his dark deeds action feelings form take shape, hate…
Legion is the perversions of the human soul the twisted mirror that is held to humanities face he who is of dark thoughts and sinister minds of humanity, waits Legion is the creator of dark deeds and desolations destruction of worlds and hearts of men Legion's evil roots incarnate in the soul of man…
Legion manifest themselves as demons that plague our divinity and creations evil cruel deeds cold and untold but what is the crimes of humanity but legion it is the grand schemes the corruption of humanities insanities the unraveling sanity slinking dark shadows if man cast, a grinding entropy…
Legion the one unknown loss between the worlds within worlds thoughts within thoughts the universe Legion is nothing but Creations black shadow cast through space and time to torment of souls on this earthly plane…
But whisper of what lingers there between the stars no warmth or soul just the cold calculus of the unknown we are but wanderings longings for loves lost of human hands to caress finding places to dwell a home…
Dark deeds pool as the shadows of legion comes to rest Legion is many it is all the grand demons of a death darker than the darkest soul or the call of false light of the brightest sun…!