Long Sanctums Poems
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Beneath the River Somnium,
Abandoned Wishes hymn: quiet in the viaduct:
Reverse the Lodestone;
Reverse the First Sin;
Reverse the Autumn Hearse;
Reverse the Universe.
We are the murk men, intangible ends—inebriated together
With Beelzebub our friend. Absolvent now in burning skin, the Piper plays our rudder;
Garudas’ quietus ballroom-mance veils lioness earthbound shudders
Vindicating tincture.
Come speak as One or risk the Sun
Melting e’en your physical fixture.
Rainforests, peripheral phantoms
Meshing lanterns; coalescing unwound mummy-cloth sanctums.
Opium deserts,
Drear-dreaming desolates—we inhale brimstone, we imprison Nymph oxygen
Together Daedelus;
Einstein;
Victor Frankenstein.
Delirium waterfalls brew spirits despite ballets
Heating gloam flintlock
In Nem-kissed cabernets
Cascading pyre dunes endlessly:
Nine inward tales lost in Ambrosia unbelonging,
Scorching any falsely fairer,
Side-thrusting ineffective suffocation
With undead rapiers. Who dares desire to replace You
Shall receive Bubonic nebulas, past arbalest
Exhibiting thrones’ cobalt fire under Babylon’s command,
silent yet laughing always waiting for zero
hands cannot wait they tremble
we dissemble they commend grown avatars
youthful Avatars: hawks circling together,
Smiling, sardonically tired of this world
Trapped within thunder,
As gorgeous black does spool this secret:
Those of us who have strayed from The Path
Disintegrate into cinnamon
For common use. Therein, use the fallen well,
Persephone's stair of the past—
only in dreams Hades’ Wint has passed
hinterland skies embracing crescents’ fast
below our lone, draped behemoth ‘cross cities’ paradox
in the midst of a nightly, playful wink.
We daemons tacit vacant love insane.
Alucard, Alistaire, Allwein: Remove your Glove—dispatch that Vein.
Your pact with us has just begun,
Though fear us not, O Clem, who’s won?:
Escape's been reared by us—reality fears Your perennial face;
Your marrow trills—now Murkland strafes:
Quem di diligunt, adolescens moritur;
To siphon Your Color——A New Corridor.
Only in arrogance is presumption considered intellect
a cold verbiage approach scientific
this sun is dead
vestige only of a process
its topographical equations of light and heat
divorced from the inner sanctums of a leaf
Different the dark age of assumption
a frozen death of disconnection
dies inside the hypothetical theories tic tack toe
yet distinguishes the apoplectic distaste
of life rejected
for the crude alphabets of scientifically separated
Label eternity with disbelief
stand amidst the miraculous
and witness all with ignorance
confound the soul
drag wonder to conclude mathematical
the spark, although aware, is purely accidental
Cold verbiage to explain the unity
a vitriol to ridicule why you are here
merely a random function of configurated
just a responsive chemical imperative
records and pauses a new born babies smile
This sun is dead
and you, a vestige of its process
its emanations of light and heat
are insignificant
compared to the presumptions made by intellect
and how a petal describes the colour
to which the soul partakes
Label eternity with the skeptics
stand within the miracle
and witness it all
with the eyes of arrogance
it’s all scientifically proven with ignorance
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That Which Held Me In A Magical Spell
That which held me in a magical spell
Dark, its winding infinity and heart
Its red beach, covered in sad broken shells
Shreds of humanity once torn apart.
Within hard gaping gasps and stormy sea
Beauty once trampled in mad haste and greed
Else sadden look at folly within me
Why on our own swords we oft fall and bleed!
Deep thoughts and those silent murmurs in life
Echoes of cavernous pains, woe'some woes
Memories dredged up by dire worldly strife
So well hidden that no fear ever shows.
Mortal wondering, malevolent things
Deep sorrows and aches they come and they go
Weak flesh blundering(s), as a dark star sings
Each a dead corpse as lost and blind we row!
That which set me in a revolving maze
Phantasms of meanderings through deep hell
Gasping fears brought on by insipid craze
To search those nightmares we should never tell.
LO! Dare we unsavory black explore
Dawn armor to such inner sanctums raid
Seek long sought answers while we ask no more
Than devil's touch and the cut of his blades?
Robert J. Lindley, 6-28-2020
Rhyme Dark, A bold look inward..
( On the inner ponderings of the human soul
and life's many paths taken )
Experience your most opulent dream.
Taste solitude as one sampling rare and
ancient wine from fluted crystal goblets.
Be exhilarated in reaching toward the heavens
in 'primal scream' ecstasy
after climbing a hazardous rock massif,
and there inhaling rarified air
no other human being ever breathed.
Possess courage to explore
deep caverns and nether-world sanctums,
while holding fast to the vision and reason
that keeps one safe in plight.
Cast yourself upon the boundless ocean
depths, and fearing not a rogue wave,
be ferried safely through moonless,
liquid nights on waves of blue-green foam.
And believing you possess none of these
traits or aptitudes, dream passionately
while living humbly. Know self-esteem
while holding fast to modesty.
Walk the earth knowing nature and man
as companions and helpmates. Leave footprints
in the soil that are a clear path toward
truth and safety. For bravery occupies every
heart, and fear is cast aside with each step
that courage and fortitude take.
Live each day then, to the full. Go forth,
and experience your most opulent dream.
6-2-15
Experience Your Most Opulent Dream
They crawl in a line
along the esplanade
between beachfront mansions
and the bay's indifference,
windows down, elbows out,
hands tapping on doors in time
to the doof doof base
pulverizing air and eardrums
inside their metal sanctums
of pure testosterone.
Throbbing engines ease them
along the street, slow
and deliberate as if to give
pedestrians time to admire
and take in such potency.
An occasional pump
on the pedal sends a roar
rasping out of twin exhausts
and stutters a squeal
of tyres announcing to the locals
and all gathered, the "boys"
are here.
Marooned in another era,
they seem oblivious
to the derision flung at them
as they pass, misinterpreting
a smirk for an approving smile,
the shake of a head a gesture
of wonder rather than a judgment
on how silly they look.
Their egos blaze like the sun
reflected in polished chrome.
When satisfied
they've given onlookers their fill
of metallic ****, they hang a left,
plant their foot
and in a wake of tyre smoke
and deafening noise, rocket off
back to their own private planet,
time frozen somewhere
in the exhaust filled clouds
on the far side of their minds.
DOOM AT DUSK
Life is a series of random rooms
Dens of delight
Quarters of quiet in the night
Nests of nativity
A refuge of relativity
Sanctums of serenity
Chambers of change and chagrin
All the rooms we members have been within
Life is who you are placed in those rooms with
People of pleasure
Folk of fantasy to treasure
Men too mighty to measure
Women too flighty and levitated by leisure
Those with goals irrelevant
Those with possessions extravagant
Those of particular consequence
Those who make no particular sense
People as per their particular pretense
People who weather the wood of white picket fences
Men whose deities are defenses
Women who wear white when they ought not
Men who make a woman’s pleasure their plot
Life is who enters and exits those rooms
With lies
With goodbyes
With a fare thee well
Or a may thee go to hell
And oh how I do too oft regret the contractions that cast off my original room
Life is what happens after exiting the womb
To breathlessly enter room after room….
From dusk unto doom
© 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~
DOOM AT DUSK
Life is a series of random rooms
Dens of delight
Quarters of quiet in the night
Nests of nativity
A refuge of relativity
Sanctums of serenity
Chambers of change and chagrin
All the rooms we members have been within
Life is who you are placed in those rooms with
People of pleasure
Folk of fantasy to treasure
Men too mighty to measure
Women too flighty and levitated by leisure
Those with goals irrelevant
Those with possessions extravagant
Those of particular consequence
Those who make no particular sense
People as per their particular pretense
People who weather the wood of white picket fences
Men whose deities are defenses
Women who wear white when they ought not
Men who make a woman’s pleasure their plot
Life is who enters and exits those rooms
With lies
With goodbyes
With a fare thee well
Or a may thee go to hell
And oh how I do too oft regret the contractions that cast off my original room
Life is what happens after exiting the womb
To breathlessly enter room after room….
From dusk unto doom © 2012…..free cee!
Could I simply call it hell?
Wherein every evil dwell...!
Does there ring a constant knell?
Don't matters midst men go well...?
Dormammu ruled Multiverse,
By bitterness turns a curse;
Strange, and yarrow-like itchy,
In which each cell gets pitchy...!
It's a game like games by gods,
When and where they win all odds;
Ant-man and wasps have been keen,
tricks of Kaecilius, seen...!
Rifts, trials, and tests, genuine,
Though seemed a heavenly sign;
Enters Wilkes in entire wrath,
Attacks sanctums in his path...!
Kaecilius breaks the spell,
Empowers himself as hell;
Beats, meters of mystic arts,
By this, does he break art hearts...???
Hooks and crooks, seen all around,
Rhythm does not round so sound;
In the dark, the world is drowned,
Will, now, Dormammu, get crowned...?
Umar, Clea, Piper Jack,
Like arrack-nuts soon get crack;
Lo, like the Constellations,
Frenzy freezes all nations...!!!
15 January 2023
Dark Dimension Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Serpents slither here. Scorpions hide beneath our bed spreads.
Spiders, bugs, sticks, ants, and centipedes occupy our beds.
We have coasts. But what use of these? They burn with sultry heat.
Pirates sail to our harbours with their armour-filled fleet.
Predators of all kinds have filled our once lovely islands.
Where, once, flora and fauna flourished, wattles and burrs shake hands.
Our architectural castles seem to crack and collapse.
Dilapidated sanctums of temples reveal time's lapse.
Archaeologists try to explore our mausoleums.
They find noxious inland Taipans in murky museums.
Dogs bite their masters; cats, like tigers, cull their lords with claws.
Cows, bulls, and goats butt, stamp, and pin their herders for no cause.
Arrogance and aggression emblazoned by humankind
Their hearts and minds by evil thoughts, words, and deeds are maligned.
This place too is made by God, I know, like other places.
But, to cut the heads of others, here, each one runs races.
And who's to blame??? Riding supernovas trail across the celestial sky ~
Escaping the realities of which always fill these, my weary eyes....
Wishing to make a heart smile and or to brighten anothers spirit; inside
Bringing hope in a world cracked to be broken unto its cerements core
Wherein the majority of life truly do not live at all; not really!?
Painting with pastels dipped into fragrant oils amid these sanctums
Ointments, to cover the sores within this lingering mask of death....
Trapped aneath its box of misfit dreams; as lights continue to fade away
In a hand full of sand upon this shore; existence, slipping into the sea?!
Tainted; lives struggling everyday to grasp but another breath of fresh air
Gathering a morsel of food upon their empty and ofttimes, poisoned plates
To awake without a dream that none of them have ever seen; these....
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....“Supernova Skies” *
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