Her fair-skinned form is not what I desire.
Because my skin is dark, and hers is light,
my passion burns like a flame not so bright:
snow-like complexion ne'er warms like auburn-fire.
Though bred as opposites opposed: one higher,
the other below where I, a dark knight,
she, like a shooting star that brightens the night,
together are a can of worms I don't admire.
The world we know won't permit us together.
She comes from privilege, money, and ease;
and, when it pleases her, she has a taste for leather.
But I loathe her society's disease,
depravity, intolerance, waste, leisure,
and fallen nature's Mephistopheles!
Says he dreads his demonic disease,
But he spreads it like cheap processed cheese.
Don't think you can blame ME!
You'll never inflame ME!
What???....Mister Mephistopheles...PLEASE!!!
A man of magnanimous soul
Wakes up in the morning, sighs
Parts the curtains, picks up a call
Which is a bit unwise
Mephistopheles calls for a lunch
Somewhere in the Regent street
Sorry I’m in a time crunch
The man says, but thanks for the treat
I don’t think that I can afford
To accept your invitation, sir
It’s a day late and a dollar short
So bye-bye, little devil, adieu
Then a man of magnanimous soul
Stops the call, and feels rather sad
His woman appears, asks what’s going on
Nothing special, he says, I’ve gone mad.
Welcome to the Inferno,
Your room is almost ready.
I'm the hotel manager,
My name is Mister Eddy.
You're in the hotel lobby,
This is the bellboy Jerry.
If you sign the register,
Your luggage he will carry.
You might wonder why you're here,
I know it seems informal.
I'm sure you have some questions,
Believe me this is normal.
I'm here to give you answers,
But before much more is said.
I'll say that it's my duty,
To inform you that you're dead.
I can see it on your face,
It may come as quite a shock.
Your wife did the final deed,
Bashed your head in with a rock.
But while you're here don't worry,
There's everything that's needed.
The rooms are always clean,
The swimming pool is heated.
The maids are very friendly,
And as pretty as you please.
Then tonight you'll meet your host,
Mister Mephistopheles.
Though he can be short tempered,
You'll find he's oh so clever.
But the one thing that's for sure,
Your stay will last forever.
Oh Mephistopheles*, happier today you must be than any other time
For
Many people are willing their souls to sell you, just for a single dime!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 November 2022
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*Remember Faust, Goethe's magnum opus.
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Absent any arrogant disdain and curses
O where are the oracles of oblivion?
Were they transformed into scattering electrons,
Doomed to roam a panoply of multiverses?
Will black holes pull such souls into witless demise,
In a penumbral, mindless quantum destiny?
If they placed their life bets for an eternal prize,
What a paltry payout to win for eternity!
Among all those who faithfully opt to believe,
Rejecting lifeless prophecies as do deceive,
They fare far better, oblivion or multiverse -
True faith knows oblivion is a devil’s curse.
Mephistopheles' paradise is wormy blaze;
Spurning devil’s delights, offers heavenly days.
Mephistopheles cons Faust
Snake charmer tricks a Cobra
to dance into submission...
forgetting to strike!
Date written: 02/26/2020
I'm Mephistopheles, you, my Faust
I'm to your mind what a fluorescent bulb is...
To a fly. I take perverse pleasure
In trapping you in my undertow
I'm a tireless tease that will break your will
I live in your mind, rent-free. I'm tough to evict
I'm your friend with bad intentions
Always up to mean mischief
I show no mercy to my victims, and I have...
No remorse. I couldn't care less whether
You're a person of virtue or vice
I couldn't care less about your age...
Your race; your religious or political affiliation
Once I've seized plenary control of you
My sole aim is to destroy you, and take your soul
I'm that enticing demon that tempts you...
Minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day
Refusing to let you sleep or take a vacation
Wean me off at your peril
My name is addiction
Date written and posted: 05/30/2019
"Until an hour before the Devil fell..."
Yahweh and Lucifer got on so well,
God thought Archangels so beautiful,
God blessed each of you, so dutiful,
Lucifer, our light divine,
Now fallen angel, out of time,
Evil love, Prince of Darkness,
Diablo Mephistopheles, no less,
Sad to say, Beezlebub runs Hell,
But, Yahweh and Lucifer got along so well,
"Until an hour before the Devil fell...."
Limerick crochetés: Once Angela signed pact with Doctor Jeckel
Once Angela signed pact with Doctor Jeckel
Needed urgent help her kitchen all pell-mell
In far-off torn country
People turned refugee
By turnip-head Mephistopheles in Hell
Angela’s wise friend Faust told her to toll bell
To tell the world how much her heart bled with knell
She’ll take in all who flee
Bitten by bee or flea
Life-jackets galore Mephisto jumped to sell
In Mid-Land-Sea punctured floats jackets did spell
Drowned refugee yells worse than arrows Will’ Tell
Angie slurped sea-green tea
With Jeckel invitee
While survivors charged through blockades raising Hell
If Angela dug an underground Chunnel
From her kitchen to Mephisto-lands un-well
Käse-Kuchen* Mummy
Made by hands refugee
To boost her economy – Angela! Hail!
*Käse-Kuchen: German for cheese cake
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
One day the sky was overcast;
I slept 'till half past noon.
Woke the dogs and laughed with them;
we howled about the moon.
Ate some mushrooms and went out
into the desert with a smile.
F**ked a girl named Chastity
and laid with her a while.
I slept with her, I sullied her
I brought her to her knees.
And, in her touch, I felt
the gentle fingers of the breeze.
Met a man named Solomon
and walked back into town.
Drank a lot and smoked a lot
and lingered in our cloud.
He asked my name, I said it loud;
O, Mephistopheles!
He burnt that tavern to the ground
and fed me to the thieves.
Suffering and sordid now,
I stumble to a stream.
Clean my wounds and bandage them,
and think of wretched deeds.
Oh Mephistopheles, happier today you would be
Than any other time
For
Many more people are willing their souls to sell,
Just for a single dime!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 OCTOBER 2014
I guess we all have a story to tell, the best that one may ?
Marked these stripes their colours; heresy his heretic yesteryear
She screams of defeatism ? Delirium tremens; demagogue; lese majesty
Tableau's symbiosis embellished, melodies baroque; neoclassic patrimony....
Reverence while entering His Holy be holy ? Wanderlust, this monuments journey
Mephistopheles; blessed be the poor in spirit beauteous; Shiloh, their twinkling's eyes
Orphaned child ? Inherent her Simon Pure; physical chemistry; love, and we all have, a story.
If ever I put a face to Mephistopheles
It would be this man’s
Smooth beauty, inviting but aloof smile
Such velvety black skin
Over the bones of an exotic Prince
Cheek bones high, nose long and fine
Gleaming tilt tipped eyes
But it’s his lips.
His lips look like promised Heaven
But they whisper blinding sin
His voice is like a breeze
I’m so focused on feeling it
I don’t notice the hidden particles.
When he touches me
I forget to think
My wanting body takes over
My flesh is excited
And his trap is sprung!
Too late to stop it
Too late to run
Too late to realize
He’s the Devil personified.
In the mornings I lie awake listening as the city comes to life,
I stay hidden under the shelter of my covers paying the price.
Mephistopheles lurks beneath; and he’s reaching up to grab me,
keeping me scared to venture out because darkness is all I see.
Shouldn’t there have been a warning shot? A flare high up above?
but then again, a blind man can’t see the impending loss of love.
This blanket will serve as my fortress, if I don’t leave, I’ll remain safe.
If I slip out of this feathery comfort I’m afraid I’d have to see your face.
My parents have grown tired of me they wonder what I’m hiding for.
My friends don’t reach out to me; they no longer knock on my door.
I did this to myself; I pulled bricks from the dam almost every day
now I’m looking up at the surface, drowning in this flood I’ve made.
Crows I count as they repeatedly try singing my racing mind to sleep,
they’re only good for making it harder to keep myself away from me.
The walls if this desolate apartment close in more and more each day;
life goes on outside my window but in my empty bed I think I’ll stay.
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