Anaemia
Who cares for her once glorious dreams
Utopia is the new reality
Dopamine-starved citizens gaze forlornly
As blood feverishly flows out
From her gaping wounds
Siamese twins of hunger and anger
Starving her of peace and progress
In a land of high Testosterone
Security gone AWOL
Citizens on their own
Slowly but steadily
Life ebbs out
Deprived of nutrients and water
Homeland turned fiefdom by renegades
Despising folks, they make foes
Pious laughter loosens frown
of frail freedom
Blood-sapping East wind
Turns grasslands into deserts
Bruised and beaten by the day
Body and soul in dread of dawn
Conquer battlefields of the mind
With riots of laughter
This Mephistophelian theatre
With broken social ligaments and
Ruptured moral tendons
Will one day get a transfusion of a new life
Or die slowly and solemnly
of Anaemia
Categories:
mephistophelian, corruption, political,
Form: Free verse
Alone in this dark room of solitude,
My breathe, I held as if today will be my last,
I watched the death of an inspired ray in my eyes,
And the birth of the pang killing me from inside;
An utter depression of my soul.
Expectation darkened into anxiety,
The fathomless depths of suffering held me in a vice,
There is no ichors left in my veins anymore,
And no rivers of tears left to shed.
Dawn had broken,
I’m just dark with unutterable sorrows.
I’m shrieking in a broken and feeble voice,
My sins and seaminess bleeding visibly,
Pleading with dead eyes and sepulchered desire,
Filled to the brim with emptiness and fundamental nothingness;
Hoping for someone to save me from this bottomless perdition.
The other day I smiled, the universe smiled with me,
Today, I’m kicking the bucket, and I’m kicking it alone,
Tomorrow, I will display enormous greatness, power and vitality,
I can’t be doomed by mephistophelian fate, not any more,
I’m done treading on the narrow aisles of pain with no gain,
Because my mind is made of steel and forged in gold.
Categories:
mephistophelian, anxiety, depression, solitude,
Form: Free verse
Treachery is the coin of the covert realm,
gears within gears turning ...
Devious machinations, pure Machiavellian
Secrecy is the Shanghai shuffle speech
Tool and Die maker,
what instrument of inflection deception
will you darkly wield?
Skilled in the art of misdirection,
fake exit wounds
make a theatrical lead entrance
A surreptitious maze
of feint thought progression
Allied motility based on mutual scoundrel affinity
Chicanery is the Au crown weight of a silver shekel tongue,
wheels within wheels spinning ...
Mirage machinations: Shimmering works so Machiavellian
Crafty consultation be the cabal mushroom reach
Fool and Cry maker,
what instrument of ruse tone
will be spuriously blown?
Trained in clandestine ways ... dubious methods
Sly serrated angles:
cloak-and-dagger means, perforated aspirations
A duplicitous labyrinth
of bifurcated deals,
from dastardly motives concealed
With the turning of the screws,
twisted obsidian truth is apnea beveled into
morally amorphous grooves
Machiavellian machinations
is warped, Mephistophelian lip lathe
of fabricated whispered news
Categories:
mephistophelian, allusion, corruption, dark, truth,
Form: Dramatic Verse
accursed creepily haunting
Phantasmagoria wraiths
vandalize residents psyches
within their sleep induced state
Sublimation shunts
slumbering souls
unknowingly held hostage
successfully sacrificing
Semi-smothered silent species
snoring simians steadfastly succumb
subsequent sibilant sounds
woo woebegone wicked transmogrification
dilapidated divested bodies deposited
wizard waves wand
watching whirling wretched lovely bones
whipsawing (in toto) within abyss
whooshing whistling wheezing
whets warlocks appetite wakening
brutish nasty nightmare
sinister hulking spirits
steal assorted corporeal essence
monstrous mashing somnambulant
mephistophelian shadowy satanic satyrs
supremely swallow senior citizen bankers
deep within catacombs
of Highland Manor,
deadened defeated Delphic Oracle
relegates human husks,
viz spent embodiments
to the under world lay siege
sinisterly seeding, via sinister spirits
one pure evil particularly wicked
witch thy capering
sickening ghastly plot against
unsuspecting spouse snatched
parch trey gnarled warty claws.
Categories:
mephistophelian, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Within Dantesque fields of dust a calcifugous crushing crust
In layers of lactating lust demoniac deception a deist distrust
Hibernating hallucinations of hope in cathedrals trying to cope
As we push the envelope on a rambunctious rapacious slope
Tangled in declivitous dreams haunting breaths of silent screams
Reality is not what it seems sailing souls in sanguineous streams
Rays of darkness in derelict display like the mantis in perpetual pray
Dragon’s fire of seditious spray falling asleep admits meadows grey
Mellifluous mansions of desire nestled in the night a papal pacifier
Mephistophelian monstrosities up for hire an abysmal abulic attire
Dancing demons in anamorphic air a scurrilous seduction in a stare
Fallacious faces in their lair semisynthetic surroundings in a scare.
Jan.22.2018
Nightmares
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
Categories:
mephistophelian, dark, dream, night,
Form: Rhyme
Goethe’s Emissary
Mephisto-Hereistoo
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Faust on the Brocken summit
Go our own sweet way for show.
Walpurgis Nacht’s spirit of perversity
Mephistophelian
Time now for your eternal soul
The Evil One’s sitting in a fiery glow.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
May 19, 2015 (Double Dactyl)
Categories:
mephistophelian, allegory, dark, destiny, evil,
Form: Double Dactyl
Sickness strikes
Leaving me to drown
In this saline waterfall deluge.
Worry gorges
On this mother's soul
Feeding upon helplessness;
Morphing into it's own disease
Until the acrid taste of fear
Accompanies thoughts of you.
Innocence and Ignorance
Are your comfort and strength
As you continue on dervish -style,
Unafraid of anything but the
Monster that consumes me,
Leaving me weak with fear.
You are the source of all emotion.
My Lavender scented garden,
My laughter on the wind,
My mephistophelian beast of burden
And my chrism of Love and Hope.
And I am inundated by all
Each time I look at you.
For now I wait,
Longing and praying
For the moment of release.
The moment when all is well,
When all I see gazing at your visage
Is love and joy.
(This is an older write from when we had some serious health issues with my oldest son.)
Categories:
mephistophelian, children, love, my child,
Form: Free verse
It is a tree of five hundred one and twenty different fruits
with nine others totally disenfranchised
in a garden of more than a colour of grapes
a black bunch out of every five same
is its numerical contribution in such defined location
A flowing stream, originating from the Nok aboriginals
has created different hundreds of tributaries
in its inland is a town where fertility is ambidextrous
and the most diversified of the colourful flying beauties
is found within its territory
A family possessing envious wealth but seemingly a myth
b’cos of the Mephistophelian deeds of its guardians
its house, built on land where toothpick germinates to a monstrous tree
and man power capable of producing half a continent of sky scrapers
yet six out of every ten of its members
are less comfortable than a pet in the west
Categories:
mephistophelian, black african american, education,
Form: Ode
An Ocean of grief has welled in my soul
Grief of an orphan shrouded by injustice
And unto the legal gate of Georgia,
A thousand unjust deaths posted notice
Why should it be the innocent dove?
An amber fang of a Mephistophelian judge was imminent
Tearing all cloak innocence had worn
As holy truth assumed the position of the sun
Prime hatred was masking a noble in the court of law
And only the stainless blood of a lamb would please her rage
To atone the sorrows of a revenge-haunted family? (Truth denies)
O brothers why should it be the innocent Troy Davis?
The tears-laden heart of mine forever shall mourn his demise
His departing lines still anchor in the inner chamber of my soul
"To thee O family of the deceased cop
I may die but I am not your killer
And to thee my ruthless lethal killers
Pray for your souls for thou have soiled thy hands in my blood"
To my brothers who say it is legal
Empty your hates and embrace truth
Some things may be legal but not right
Slavery in its prime was legal
But to human dignity O brothers was it right?
An Ocean of grief has welled in my soul
Grief of an orphan shrouded by injustice
For innocent Troy Davis is dead!
Categories:
mephistophelian, death, depression, grief, may,
Form: Elegy