There are people who take what they want
pez dispensers of pain and suffering
gleaning never planting
rapists of confidence
of fresh air...
staining the soul of everything
tumors in the marrow of society.
They are small glimpses into hell
professional complainers and oppressors
Bachelor's degree in deflection
PHD'S in blame.
There are people who only take what they need
giving the rest away to those in need
Calm waters, splintering calibers of decay
They are small windows into heaven
Bachelor's degree in responsibility and reason.
PHDs in fathomless faith.
The well-meaning try to fix evil with bleeding hearts...
evil thinks they're tools-plays them for fools
to be used for evil endeavors
evil can never be fixed
if evil isn't acting out
it is plotting its next twisted step,
fashioning pentagrams,
dreaming in hues of death.
Evil must be crushed into oblivion
at least hobbled and entombed in led
The trend is to coddle and pacify-
It festers from irritating blemish to
incurable disease and endless menace.
Categories:
pentagrams, society,
Form: Free verse
Dog, a man's bestfriend.
Hellhounds, they are.
My spirit, you cannot bend.
I will not be your burning star.
Chaos, wicked and sneering.
The physical and the unseen world.
For everything is fearing.
Everything so twisted and whirled.
3am is their favorite time.
Black magic, pentagrams, and their voodoo dolls.
Trying to get me in prime.
Living in the walls.
As above, so below.
In God you trust.
In the lake of fire, he throw.
You go back to dust.
The sleep until resurrection is eternal death.
They want me 6 feet under in a white gown.
He who takes the human breath.
Heebyjeebys, they wear their frowns upside down.
Categories:
pentagrams, angel,
Form: Free verse
Somehow it seems the poems do not pass muster
The words a swirling dance that will not cluster
They deem themselves alone to be the fulcrum
That lets the lever lift them from the hum-drum
And midst the overflowing verse – coerce
The pen to change its ever-destined course
And drop a not so nearly rhyming line
Though Shakespeare dropped one in from time to time
Thus, do I sit like Howdy’s Mister Bluster
Grumbling in metronomic fluster
Tapping out the pentagrams iambic
Trembling beneath my use-less panic
Thus do I shout: “Damn Shakespeare’s sonnet”
Were I a dog I think I’d pee upon it
Categories:
pentagrams, humor, judgement, poetry, self,
Form: Other
Prime numbers are my favorite digits
Weird digits no method to date finds-them all
6n+1 is prime, n is non-real number
Primes are like sands on a beach, infinite
Blest threes in math thru religion ,intricate
Prime numbers are my favorite digits
Fives are feet, toes human senses as we see
Pentagrams, and starfish arms so much beauty
Weird digits no method to date finds them all
The Seven Kings of Rome and the seven seas
The Sieve of Eratosthenes method does please
6n+1 is prime, n is non-real number
Categories:
pentagrams, fun, symbolism,
Form: Other
There are sacks of rotten rattle snakes.
In a pit made of acidic hearts and coal flakes.
Bloody stumps where there once were trees of reasoning.
Pin worms have crawled from asses and into their brains.
Three pieced zombies are gleaning peace from our dreams.
They've already forgotten the lessons of 10/7 and 9/11.
The slaughter of our sons and daughters...of innocents.
They've forgotten the cattle cars and ovens of the holocaust.
How easily, warlocks and witches whipped devils into martyrs.
Scorpions stinging away at the star of David.
Their dark hearts looking more like pentagrams...
making lust with fallen angels and ravens.
Step right up folks... pick a side.... pick a side.
We're in the Armageddon foothills and plutonium rides.
It's time to draw granite lines and carve up the red beasts.
Guzzle some heavy- heavenly water and have us an omega feast.
Categories:
pentagrams, cancer, candy,
Form: Free verse
She had cats
she had a top-floor flat
in the south of London
where there are breathable spaces.
The cats claimed their own spaces
and guarded every inch of them.
She was a practicing witch
she had all the gear, conical hat, wand, black eye-paint
but was still practicing, spiritually inclined
but not too smart.
Candles and incense littered the edge of the bed
I checked for pentagrams and was relieved
to find none.
Despite all these eccentric foibles
a young man can overlook them all
if need insists.
She was a real beauty.
I more or less jumped onto her willing nakedness.
I thought the scratches I felt on my back
were from her own purple fingernails,
but no,
I was being attacked by angry hissing cats.
Thus to this very day
I cannot morally endorse any sex with animals.
Categories:
pentagrams, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Grimlocke was given a soccer ball as a gift,
Though he didn't know what to do with it.
He is an Oracle so crystal would have been prefered,
But the stitched pentagons are like pentagrams of which he did observe.
So Grim took the soccer ball and placed it on a rotating stand,
And then opened up his doors to allow querents to come in.
With dim lights, incense and some soothing music,
He began his foretelling, open to the public.
Now he tried his very, very best,
But grass, dirt and leather seemed to daunt his quest.
And before long, people would begin to troll,
As all his readings were simply ending with the exclamation, "Goal!"
13-September-2021
Categories:
pentagrams, angel,
Form: Couplet
Happy Halloween
Ghosts
Ghouls
Goblins
Spirits
Wines
Pumpkins and their spices
Jackolaterns and their flickering candles lights
Scarecrows
Spiders and their webs
Skulls
Bats
Rats
Black Cats
Crows
Skeletons
Undead
Witches their spells and witchcraft
Warlocks their spells and witchcraft
Necromancers dead-talking
Divinations
Ancestors
Rituals
Rites
Vampires
Werewolves
Mummies
Shapeshifters
Gargoyles
Bogeymen
Monsters
Creatures
Creepy Crawlers
Grim Reapers
Devils
Cemeteries
Tombstones
Crosses
pentagrams
pentacles
tricks or treats
truths or dares
haunted houses
haunted hayrides
Netherworlds
Paranormal
Macabre
Weird
Ghastly
Gorey
Creepy
Cute
Nerdy
Sexy
costumes
Food
Harvest
Candy
Festivities
Beautiful Decay of Nature
Full Moons
Thinnest line between our world and the spiritual realm, which allows beings to crossover
Myths
Legends
Superstitions
Songs
Poems
Books
Death Symbolism
Evil symbolism
Cool Weather
Foggy Bogs
Horrors
Terrors
Scares
Screams
Gothic Elements
Samhain and Day of the Dead Origins
Worshippers
Corporatism and
Consumerism both make money off it and ruin it!
Categories:
pentagrams, appreciation, art, autumn, birthday,
Form: Free verse
He was a writer, a fighter, an old-timer word rhymer
Always thought free verse was asinine
He was the queerest, the dearest, the tear in your beer-est
and he was one Tolkien over the line
He was archaic, prosaic, euphoric, historic
Made pentagrams optically divine
He was the cheekiest, geekiest, and uniquely freakiest
and he was one Tolkien over the line
He loved cigars and Star Wars, guitars, and sitars
Collages made his artistry torch shine
He was the jivest, high-fivest, young poet alive-est
and he was one Tolkien over the line
It's not much reward to those who are bored
but are afraid of not acting benign
Sometimes you gotta get riled, and go a bit wild
and step one Tolkien over the line
November 14, 2014
Categories:
pentagrams, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
Heaven's angels sing in euphoric harmony,
greeted by a passionate rhymer,
and we, the geeks left behind,
inspired by this poet brother (inclined to speak his mind)
are more alive thanks to his artistry.
In stained glass skies, we get a fly -by
from a Star Wars ride (pilot implied),
and I saw the sun like a blazing torch
rise brighter than before -
this optical allusion could not be ignored!
Then I heard the first chord from his guitar
play and replay and it felt like freedom...
Now free -
free to explore his own Tolkien dreams,
free to be the gallant knight of his own fantasy,
free to etch the stars into shiny pentagrams,
Free to just be...
himself.
I didn't know Chan, but I know his poetry, his art and I've read his short stories,
so I feel like I knew him in some way. I also remember him appreciating
some of my rhyming poems. His comments were sincere and made me smile.
Categories:
pentagrams, fantasy, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
Ghost knight, playing Tolkienesque chords
over common, white noise,
I still hear you, cosmic brother,
strumming the songs of pentagrams
from your optical guitar,
like that scene out of Star Wars,
all were always welcome at your wild bar –
interplanetary troubadours, euphoric warriors
or a ninja geek incognito, a wistful rhymer
who knew truth seldom whispers,
love is the only real free-artistry,
requiring no discipline, no perimeters,
no limits and no definitions
I still hear you, cosmic brother,
so alive, streaming a high volume
of colours, blue still holds a torch for you,
loud and proud,red engulfs night
without one regret,
but its your delicate gold, my friend,
I can never forget
Categories:
pentagrams, friend, goodbye,
Form: Free verse
carved cruicifixes,
slashed n’ sliced stars of david,
chiseled taijitus,
hacked stars n’ crescents
cleaved christs
dissected n’ shaped buddhas,
engraved menorahs
chipped n’ etched away Confucius
trimmed dharmachakras
whittled & molded muhammad
severed n’ separated astrological zodiac signs
snipped aum
chopped n’ cracked pentagrams
lopped off lotus flowers
shaved n’ grated ichthys &
pierced pentacles---
all wash away in the sink
after running warm water over them
for a little while.
Categories:
pentagrams, life, stars,
Form: Free verse
in some places there
are
triple direction pathways
forked
by moonlit freedom of will
or
imagination
process parallelograms mockingly
flow-
charted retrograde inside
or beyond
excruciating blissfulness
foreseen
by therapeutic forefathers in
treason
of religion by mutiny of
mind
wrapped up pentagrams and
ladders
ever higher while ham bakes
truth
underneath silver mines of
blackened trees scoped through
relative lenses closing in on
gravity
slowly drowning in preciously
metered
time
Categories:
pentagrams, imagination, introspection, life, philosophy,
Form: Free verse