Spacious vacuums of double entendres
And I (be)live in fantasies.
Circling spheres of (seph)erotic (ma)ladys.
Cut out from the cloth of qlippoth(ic) —
Nay! belay these, please.
Dear Madam, I’m Adam,
But back)(words in a palindrome —
I’m falling up instead.
From earth to moon to sun — holy (heave)n!,
My white head!
First, Abyss)mal treats for dog sin gods in dogs.
deifieD Kings between cats and frogs.
Babble on, sweet Babal(ON),
And loosen the fetters of this cage.
Un(leash) the wondering Beast
Of my lady’s suff(er) rage.
Mine Mercury hardens fast
With the taste of Thine Salt(y) kiss.
Gladly, I’ll suffer the greatest Sulphur
For Thy eternal Bliss.
The Crocked souls final Toll
In the veil of darkness,
There creeps the crooked ugly dark soul
Who opened Hell’s door
With a key stolen from the gate keeper
Hiding so nobody sees it
Looting anything worth coin and pure
With a dark plan within its soul
How to resurrect its self
As an innocent soul
As it envisions itself as dignitary
Throwing its sulphur glare
At folk who challenged it
It couldn’t hold its contempt to long
As Hell’s bells rang
Then folk’s sudden realisation
It was stealing from them
They took the key and prey tell
It got caught and thrown back into Hell.
your moment of concentration
has me mesmerised
I'm no longer a poet ~
just a fool with unuttered longing
this day already drew its close
but I can steady my weary gaze
settle it upon you
all but your beauty ebbs away ~
I look on with tired eyes
"lit by a match"
I'm half dreaming ~
my favoured state
and you
within arm's reach
as I drift aloft
caught between the shadows and smoke
that swirl together
one last time
Inspired by The Sulphur Match by John Singer Sargent
You keep me in a bottle
I watch you as you pass
Waiting to he used again
I lean upon the glass
Addicted to your alchemy
I turn from green to gold
You warm me to sublimination
You freeze me still and cold
I want to breathe your ether
Your toxins i don't need
Cannot move my eyes from you
A book I should not read
I swim within your mercury
Sweet poison in my veins
And you will leave, evaporate
My love in leaden chains
This Limerance just chemistry
You'll never know my heart
So I'll stay in Sulphur mists
And we will remain apart
Watch existence burn; see vermilion flames flicker in my eyes
Whilst you stand amongst the ashes and bones of what was never meant to be.
Inhale the murky smoke of contempt,
Choke on particles formed from your contrition.
Feel the accelerating heat scorch distressed flesh.
Quiet—lest my demons hear you scream.
Perched, waiting to devour
A soul so frigid, frostbite seeps from your stagnant veins.
Mercy is nowhere to be found.
Hysterical laughter escapes from my broken lips
As you writhe in pain, trying to escape.
Vines of razor-wire belladonna barricade;
The hunter is now wholly ensnared.
Visions of the past materialize like static,
Disrupting the penultimate bits of your sanity.
Microscopic questions flow rapidly:
Is this version of reality just a delusion,
Disrupting the very fabric of time?
Or are you suffering for your incompetence?
The smell of sulphur grows stronger with each thought.
Through melting breezes, the Pied Piper plays
Such sweet music—wrath’s revenge.
The Devil’s Inferno is calling you home.
Cold in crone collision?
Collusion, choke the core.
Doubtless, my derision!
Just listen to me snore!
Nothingness, the sacred!
O life, flicker and fall!
Berated? Death, doom, and dread!
Red bleed, one and all!
Children, collapse! Cave in, O hope!
Dreams, just fly away!
Tormented lament, thy dope!
Rope tie round decay!
Ice, freeze o'er! O empire, burn!
Ocean, take the lot!
Temper-fount a-taciturn!
Tamarind, a thought:
Folly, my love! O lights, glow low!
Luminesce and die!
Hawk and dove and God? Oh no!
Hear my battle-cry!
Frenzy, strike out! Sulphur, smolder!
Like the way we were?
God of death and left a cur?
Reality, purr...
O tempest, flash! Rain, in torrent!
Storm, ignite! Flood, come!
O Queen Dido, thy lament?
Wargods, thrum! For some...
"Flowers fade and decay through wintry hours- waiting for rebirth."
Quote by - Constance La France
Dry deserts turn into meadows
Dense forests burn into ashes
Oldest oaks and tallest Redwoods in close
May fall down with bashes
Salt lakes, sulphur springs, and sweet streams
Traced on mountains, valleys, and plains
At times, surge and overflow with extremes
Run into dry domains
Myriad breathtaking landscapes
With rich flora and fauna blessed
Evolved mystically in bizarre shapes
Go messed and unimpressed
Spring does magic and brings life back
Ferocious heat waves of the Sun
Eye-feasting harvests, and winter's cold track
They trigger everyone
Nature, a genial host to all
Always shields its pristine feature
Revamps but settles not with the downfall
She is the best teacher!
Place: 2nd
Angelic Sulphur
Angelic sulphur streaming downward on a glistening ray of light
Essence of daybreak imbues a radiant effigy of hope
Culmination of atmospheric shimmering and sky bound illuminations leave me in awe of such blue yonder
Firmaments of peace lay beneath the majesty of a fig tree
And a brimming overwhelm captures my soul as the beauty borders on profound
My communion with the breaking sunlight has left me with a fervour
For all the compliments that natural beauty simply cannot be found in mankind
Reluctantly my soul and I depart and head back toward the bleak cityscape
Thunderous clouds of polllution illustrate my growing unease
Another burden appears as the skyline quickens with buildings
And the angelic memories from the morning light persist as if telling me there is a home beyond this man made abomination
Corrosion seeps into a floundering mind,
Disembodied memories unbind.
Set free, lacerating into a trembling spine,
Threads of a soul spill, taunting it’ll never be fine.
Abandon the white-knuckle grasp you have on sanity;
You’ve become perverse, a mere profanity.
Watch as we dismantle your facade of vanity,
Swept away on sulphur winds with any remaining humanity.
Stripped bare, exposing inner turmoil beneath,
Into the flesh your darkness sinks its sharpened teeth.
Malignant chaos has been unsheathed,
As to the Nether your soul has been bequeathed.
I sense here some things sinister—a scent
of sulphur, sulking in a sultry pit;
a serpent’s hiss, expressed from space unlit;
a warm spell spilling from some seething vent;
I find now some things filthy—foul ferment
foaming, frothing; a gaseous, gurgling slit
discharging fetid, festering, sour spit;
malignant mold in cold, cracking cement;
So languid, loath, obtuse I trepidate
on into the black bowels of my home.
Gagging back a nausea’s tepid bubble,
shivering a shudder that won’t abate,
discover I a gory catacomb.—
Woah… I see well now how bad my trouble!
Dressed in white christening gown
Creaky snow break mountain melt
Dissolves rigid in simmering spring
Ached ankles pummel, putrid pond
Ancient decompose steams surface
Sulphur syphons Winter hestitance
Grabs goblins soup bowl grotesque
Monster murky rub manic massage
Active agitate upsets puritan sculpt
Boiling bubbles bump aside burden
Besieged by beast belly, slimy spa
Crystallises chartreuse, past spent
Dunk of disgusting salve, hot spew
Baptises black ducks in inky erupt
Aotearoa flow, now zeal spills over
Rejuvenating Rotarua
- two lakes -
5th January
?Lust knows it. Life and death.
?Living and reliving,
?Dieing and dieing yet again.
?Sinners souls in eternal glory of doom,
?Fuel the big burning sulphur of hell.
?
?Afraid and broken inside,
?Living and dieing alike.
?A way to live was by Him made,
?Yet a way to die by we was made.
?Both ways we covet. Both ways we tread.
?
?If demons could reason redemption,
?What's with the man with a soul?
?If demons can be loyal to a cause,
?What's with the man with a soul?
?Why does betraying being good comes with pleasure?
?
?I covet the goodness of the light.
?How meddle I with a dark force?
?Who chooses light, yet walks with darkness?
?What is the nature of the light in me?
?Lo, lost I to the lust of darkness.
?
?Death's shadow looms,
?On the path of subtle allures.
?Lust knows it, yea, lust guises it.
?Prayer is for the living.
?Against the folly of lust, death's the only way to live.
In the ultimate heaven true peace you'll find, when things of
This world are left behind, no lying tounge will you there
Bind, no false teaching, or drunkeness, unless; of Gods
Spirit in kind' no more theiving or idolatry or hate; no rage
No letchery at this improved life state.' Vistas of beauty
All around.' A place of no discord where love abounds.'
Now on hell, I'll cast some thought to you, its heavily populated
If what I hear is true?? Its incedibly hot.' Theres sulphur gas
And demonic wails to top the lot.' There can be no lying
Once your in.' And words are useless with all the din.' So
You'll find no false teaching..Well whats the sense? No idol
Can save you..Now no offence!! You can't get drunk in this
Punishment place' There can be no letchery, and you're held in
Place, your chains are darkness..Your thirst intense it
Will get you screaming..' So in a sense? There are similaritys with
Heaven and hell, he's a copier 'old satan.I i often hear tell.'
So its up to choice; from what i see, I think I'll call on Jesus
Oh yes.' its that boring Heaven for me, may it be!!
“Want to play ball?” cackle of witch.
Play’n cards dispersed on pew.
Who knew this is the day they’d pay;
Their church doors close for good.
A knock at window breaks; no bat.
Hot blob of monster ball
is hurled, a hit - an eight feet orb
attacks in Devon moor.
The smoke and sulphur fills the air;
A vanishing neat trick.
T’other ball smashes window glass.
Who’s the show for? The church?
The time is nigh, nestled in now -
Century regardless.
The flames of hell might visit you.
You’ve faith to hide in church?
“…Can a person hide in secret places where I cannot see him?”
…”Do I not fill the heavens and the earth? …”
—Jeremiah 23:24 CSB (portions)
No creature is hidden from Him, but all things are naked and exposed to the eyes of Him to whom we must give an account.
—Hebrews 4:13 CSB
Nothing
Two o'clock this Wednesday afternoon
protected by tall walls, but I have to go
inside
the sun is too hot
It is about getting a deep, lasting tan
my vanity has no limit
gave me skin cancer
I will not write anything today,
weaning myself from this feverish addiction
My internal conversation is as argumentative
as the old Jew I met in Leeds
I will think of nothing!
Sadly, I fail to stop this stream of consciousness
a lava bubbling from its crater
The smell of sulphur of rejected thoughts
that will prove me wrong
and plants shall grow.
What is nothing as it has no shape or form
no aroma or colour
I get up from my chair too quickly, collide
with the door and fall unconscious
into a void
All I now know is that nothing,
is a headache
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