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I was cursed with ink
intoxicating blank canvases
with toxic scribbles,
releasing twisted tales
of suppressed troubles.
I was a forsaken ebony rose
in satan's grasp,
kneeling on ungodly needs
in a gothic fortress
of woeful odes,
surrounded by black knights
and colorless blossoms,
searching for legitimate sestinas
and versatile villanelles
to ignite my quill to bleed
without semantic barriers.
Swaying like a pendulant,
on the edge between
light and darkness,
resembling midnight's
black ice queen,
I thirsted for a
universal prophecy.
A poet who would engrave
perennial verses upon my
discoloured healing heart.
To paint antique stones,
during sunless days
in a moonless kingdom.
A calligraphic catharsis,
adorning the sincere crown
of an imperial ivory king,
whose angelic voice
glitters like gems,
soothing insensitive beating drums
within my pondering pensive mind.
A majestic master of his quill,
reviving poetic intimacy,
fusing his musings
deep inside untouched chambers
with an unscratched itch,
of my undanced fandango.
F a t e has a way for
versifiers to assimilate.
From the first drop
of his couplet,
he had my tongue
rhyming to the rhythm
of his unspoken lyrics.
Now, I am a slave to
what I have become.
Handcuffed and blindfolded
by preserved petals
between perfumed pages
written from the tip of his
magical wand like fingers.
I am weaving crystal quartz
words in witching hours,
whilst he pours dulcet musings
incensed in white sage
over my rustic bronze silhouette,
as I am his willing mistress:
a submissive subservient pawn
to his silent slavery.
Throned in intricately carved
prose and poetry,
where monochrome strokes
of thin lines no longer perish.
There’s no need for a sorcerer
when his sentimental sonnets
are an addictive elixir.
I am deliriously comatose
and chained in piercingly
euphoric sagas of his saccharine soul.
Even Lilith seized the moment
to behold what belonged to her
In the name of infatuated love.
So this is me, stealing
scented seeds
sown along parallel paradigms
of his rightful Parnassian paradise,
d r o w n i n g in
metaphorical monograms,
leaving memoirs of a poetess~
seething glitters and gold
reborn from the depths of
a savior that saved
me from burnt chapters
of darkest oblivion.
I battled with suicide, for many years,
the pain, the suffering, with all of it’s tears.
A heart chained, to the bitterness and strife,
in so deep, I had given up on life.
From all these thoughts, feelings, and emotions, I could not flee,
it was like death, was the answer for me.
I totaled three cars, a side of a house, then snapped a telephone pole,
as death fled from me, there was a battle for my soul.
My brother drowned, I was there, but him, I couldn’t save,
something happened deep inside, ungodly I started to behave.
I slashed my arm many times with a razor blade,
as I laid on the floor, the light began to fade.
I cursed God, with my every breath,
it should have been me, taken away by death.
I remember the anger, the hate, all the torment and pain,
as it ripped and tore, at my twisted, wounded brain.
With a heart fueled of hate, I was already dead,
it was living like this, I did truly dread.
To die many deaths, and to yet still live,
it’s the only answer, that suicide can give.
I have faced death, many times, by my own hands you see,
today, I truly live, because Jesus set me free.
I was un-lovable, an outcast, a black sheep, I was thrown away,
but by the Grace and Mercy of God, He loved, and wanted me enough, to show me the way.
If all people accept evil, color the world, Red.
We have lost genuine respect and love for all life!
Yes, I do mean Communism, with whom America, sleeps in bed.
Innocent unborn, slashed to pieces, with an abortionist’s shiny knife.
And, oh how we howl and berate with jealosy,all the wealthy!
We gave up caring for our children’s innocent, bright souls..
Excusing those elected, who steal our money quite stealthily.
Who teach ungodly sex, and that was never, ever our goal!
Teachers cannot replace your familiy’s Judaeo-Christian values.
So, get them out of public schools, for as a parent you are mocked.
Transgenderism is the new, abominable, government, regious rule.
Even one Supreme Court judge, knows not what a woman is, a total shock.
In the USA, people proudly march, drool and shout for death!
Standing for life or God, makes one the object of brutality.
And howling for murder is not considered any threat?
Thus, we give birth to a total heathen, egotistical dynasty.
4/22/2023
Goodbye, Andy Warhol, R.I.P.
Welcome to the world of sensationalism.
Welcome to the pop culture of Andy Warhol,
Who saw in a can nutritious soup for consumption
And beauty in the face of an ungodly woman.
But remember, “Andy was philosophical!”
So, who is to question his business production
Of inner-eye commercial art compositions
And judge them sacrilegious, ridiculous, or abstract?
Hey, Andy Warhol, this is your life on display,
In a soup can and a face lacking intelligence.
The can of soup is a matter of preference,
And the glitzy face is sensually exposed
With your timely entrance into the sixties.
Your art's momentum continues, and you are famous.
“Goodbye, Andy Warhol, may you rest in peace.”
***
Note:
Andy Warhol (1928–1987) was an American pop culture artist who died in 1987 following gallbladder surgery due to injuries received 19 years earlier from an attempted murder on his life. In 1968, radical feminist Valerie Solanas fired two shots into Andy Warhol’s abdomen using a .32 Beretta handgun, and later said (referring to Andy Warhol); “…had too much control over my life.” Warhol barely survived and suffered the effects of the shooting for the rest of his life.
In Chapter 5 of his book ‘The Philosophy of Andy Warhol’ he wrote in reply, “If I weren’t famous, I wouldn’t have been shot for being Andy Warhol.” In Chapter 6 he wrote, “…making money is art and working is art, and good business is the best art.”
Mind is, but a battlefield
A constant war to win or to lose.
It robbed you of your contentment
Ne'er grant you with good night
I’ve been there so, I know…!
What’s your stronghold?
Sometime I pray to be an overcomer
Sometime I give in to it.
Knowing, it set me apart from my near ones.
Sometime I ponder on things which steal my joy
Sometime I perceive an ungodly thoughts that do no good.
A mere harm I go through.
Alas, I brawl through stronghold
unfastened the rope of imprisonment.
Renewed melancholy persona into generous optimist!
What’s your stronghold?
Mind is, but unreliable next – world!
Restless wanderer, drop you to the pool of grieve.
If you don’t grasp the stronghold of your mind, peace dies
relationship dissolve just like a melting ice.
Energies the lies and limit the good.
run from stronghold of your mind
Habituate it; activate it to hold on to what is best!
Then no matter the strong holds …you win!!
DISTICH-a poetic Phrasis
REMEMBER
the ungodly shall not stand in the judgement,
nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous
SO
who may ascend to the hill of the Lord
or stand in His holy place?
RECALL
He was brusied for our inquities,
wounded for our transgressions
NOW
ask and it will be given you,seek
and you will find
knock and the door will be opened
BUT
do not give what is holy to dogs
nor cast pearls to swine
RATHER
submit to one another
lean upon each other in love
FOR
a merry heart makes medicine even better
whereas a broken spirit dries the bones
Refer to PS 1:5/23 Is 53:5 Mt 7:6/7 Eph 5:21/23
You may hear me recite most of my PS poetry on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
As a blood-red sun bleeds as it sets,
white cottony clouds absorb scarlet.
And a seductive silvery Moon
bares her skimpy slip, like a harlot.
Jack-o'-lanterns are placed on porches:
grim gargoyles guarding All Hallows' Eve.
And costumed children go door to door:
begging for treats, dressed in make-believe.
Sinister shadows seamlessly merge:
outside the peripherals of sight.
And goblins gather in the darkness;
whereas vampires and witches take flight.
Halloween ends as the clock strikes twelve:
each moment heightening the tension.
For until then, ungodly things roam;
committing sins too vile to mention.
Dawn's light pierces the night like a lance:
while giving birth to a brand new day.
And the jack-o'-lanterns flicker out:
having kept Hell's hooligans at bay.
This world so needs our prayers like they've never needed before
The world seemingly no longer cares as to what is now in store
They know not nor heed history thinking they invented the game
For if they knew His Glory then surely they would feel their shame
Oh but not this ungodly place shaking their tiny little fist in the air
Walking around in utter disgrace and then you turn to me and stare
So unwilling to give Him praise or even acknowledge His Creation
Living in such ugly days but the worst is yet to come for this nation
The writing is right there on the wall but it's the Bible you ought read
No great nation ever thought they'd fall in ignoring those who plead
The first signs have already past and were right back where we were
Such time will not last, not if something inside you doesn't start to stir
So pray for this world today He will hear every single word you say
Just to get back to His Way for as with Judas so do we now betray
Reflection will serve you well but not if it isn't in Our Lord's Name
But if you think this life is hell, this is but a flickering candle flame
If YOU don't acknowledge Jesus, He will not acknowledge you to His Father.
No one is tough at that time but released to the evil spirits that were so
desperately fighting for your soul all along and finally won.
Such is the fool!
They say: we are all aboard one boat do you agree?
There are many sailboats in the choppy sea.
Some ocean liners provide comfort and luxury.
Others dispense leisure and a drink on the balcony.
The star's radiance is not a concern.
I realize we do not view them. Wilt yearns.
Our murky self-portrait is enigmatic.
It is the paradigm stalker and emphatic.
We sat down after sliding into the ground.
We also have a similar identity around.
We have self-assurance and are proactive.
Akin a careful skydiver, we remain tractive
Our territory is growing with the breeze.
With our feet dangling outside appease
We are appreciative of the world broadly.
As I saw it rise, the dome seemed ungodly.
Man's eyesight is cloaked in darkness.
We face the side of the world in blackness.
When we assess a man, we do view gloom.
We all had to flee while jostling and doom.
Written: December 19, 2022
Written: December 19, 2022
..."I was nasty, I embrace the dirty woman. She was nasty and unclean unbound it seems sweet not mean.She beckons me she testing me with her mystical mist surrounding me. Propelling who wins. The wind of her breath engulf me. She shared space she lives with me but she wasn't my spouse. Now she nasty I embraced the dirty woman she kisses me so lightly so nasty unclean. Also as I am gauged in her space her name...
Corona Pandemic!
Unwashed hands we touched embraced
Germ warfare maybe ?
Mankind lazy
Borderline uncapped one breath
Ungodly minimum steps as we caress
The whims of wind she breath on me
Solidarity unbeknownst to me, adjourn a cough a loss of breath. And if not careful my death. She's no lady she's one of the Dark Angels, demon woman...
her name Corona Pandemic
She has no shame death is her middle name. She embrace me with her breath. She touched me with her mists rain run down spores on me. Help us Lord this brask lady ever so shady. A kiss from the mist trying to take back God's gift. The Gift of Life, my first kiss, the kiss, the kiss of God the breath Breath of Life my God has given me . Now this woman Corona this mistress that I'm engaged in I am ashamed to be involved in with this the Mistress of Corona Pandemic"
3/27/20