Long Underworlds Poems

“le livre bleu” 

Terabytes.
lonely poets, writers, 
musicians and artists play here,
they wear masks that cover
vermillion dripping smiles
over sharp little wolverine teeth,
they drown their sorrows in their muses -
contemporary little monsters – Still Life, 
they call...

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Subjection we be Crowned in Heaven and in Earth  for better or worse we toast to subjection Holy Ghost this our Story is told! And Subjection we must be to the will of ...

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I have died to see my life grow from this dark holes of endless torture, nothing is here to 
stay, I do not want the nights to fall upon dead eyes, sober the ecstasy the...

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Said the Ghost to the Goblin,
What’s with this Halloween?
I been floating round for 1000 years,
And this is all I've seen.
Kids hyped up on candy,
Dressed up like Frankenstein,
Parents at their wits end,
Keeping them in line.
A disgrace...

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PART I
The Joy of a birth, his own shine penetrating his eyes,
The new out born fruit of a long spend love,
Her hands rubbing against her red shiny chin,
Her legs crossed, the beauty that sings till...

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Here lies papa, the bravest warrior

Who turned the cats back to the ground.

Whose mighty sword slain thousand soldiers at a sight

And his presence calmed the snarling hyenas

Salute to the mountainous beast among humans

Salute to the...

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As your wish of Persephone’s homecoming

We prepare minimal harvests from upheaval
Lost cause is the aid from ill-advised panic, 

This casts doubt on her uncertain retrieval. 

Demeter! Eyes of own appreciate our harvest,

These distant fields furrow...

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Mother, I have seen, where the world has been...
Mother, I have I have seen it clean.

The dirt and muck,
Of those who monger war.
The broken arms of Justice,
In the realm of the nether and underworlds.

The Earth...

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Windy winedy worms never visit any workshops. It simply isn't feasible for a dormant formation to reform and radicalise. It is not the case of the bees to gather for no change. And alteration is...

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Enduring endless pain, childhood memories torture his mind, enveloping, creating, destroying all
 
trust in mankind.

Death and destruction are what he knows.

 Years of destruction levied upon a battered spirit,

  for so long he has wished...

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I

In need of washing my eyes clean with Holy Water,
For I've seen some evil that'll make satan scream.
Lo! Isn't the devil Man himself following his plan,
To be master of souls, to covert every inch of...

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In the mouth of muted madness,
sits teeth ready to devour
any word that arises
Its inflated ego is like a belly never
full always hungering for more
Clamoring for a meal as the hours
pass, it opened doors
that can never...

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Now let the devious Pheme cast her spell,
	And let the gods of gossip have their way,
	Their judgments realign at break of day,
	At such time you and I emerge from hell.
And underworlds will surely do us...

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