In the mouth of muted madness,
sits teeth ready to devour
any word that arises
Its inflated ego is like a belly never
full always hungering for more
Clamoring for a meal as the hours
pass, it opened doors
that can never be closed
The monster rose from their incantations
sown on fertile grounds
during witching hours
Who knew those words held all
that power to create & destroy?
An unholy matrimony of energies synergized
and employed for battle,
manifest to the surprise of many
Thinly disguised excitement covered
pursed lips as they
ready for underworlds kiss
The merging of the 2 brings both heaven
& hell to its knees
as bride and groom 2 be
Things were never the same after they
opened that door designed
for pain,
as something else was ushered in
causing the world & plans to change
Categories:
underworlds, symbolism, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
I
In need of washing my eyes clean with Holy Water,
For I've seen some evil that'll make satan scream.
Lo! Isn't the devil Man himself following his plan,
To be master of souls, to covert every inch of land?
I have stepped on human bones, heard them crack,
Heard the hiss of the wind thru the skulls in the dark.
Walked the graves, seen an exhumed corpse with no head.
Oh The world. It is to be feared.
II
Father,
Immerse me once more in The Living Water
For I have strayed so far from The Good Road.
Touch me with Thy Grace, do lighten this load.
The world may be my enemy, I too has become its foe.
I have led down men who saw the True light in me.
Even when it waned, they still saw the magic from Thee.
I was the rock upon which their seed was sown,
And how long they wait, no fruits as their own.
I took to my pen and thundered to the underworlds,
My eyes yet blind, my ears deaf to thy calls:
"My child Gerald, why bring to thy father such pain?"
"Have mercy Father, for I have become another Cain."
October 7th, 2020.
Categories:
underworlds, anger, creation, evil, life,
Form: Ballad
Dread dog
Shadowy flame of death
Guardian,protector of the ancient doors
Where in lies the underworlds breath
So beware the craggy shores of hell
Where sleeps the hound of Hades
Categories:
underworlds, myth, mythology,
Form: Narrative
Now let the devious Pheme cast her spell,
And let the gods of gossip have their way,
Their judgments realign at break of day,
At such time you and I emerge from hell.
And underworlds will surely do us well,
For there lies some truth in what masses say
When time has passed and in our rest we lay,
Down goes the height of grace from which we fell.
And let us lie in graves without a name,
For what can capture lovely piles of dirt,
And to what god do we owe worldly fame,
Perhaps to one we innocently hurt?
In any case, I’ll gladly take your blame,
And on your silent tomb my name insert.
Categories:
underworlds, depression, devotion, for him,
Form: Sonnet
Windy winedy worms never visit any workshops. It simply isn't feasible for a dormant formation to reform and radicalise. It is not the case of the bees to gather for no change. And alteration is in the currants. Musical interludes in a government pot. Potato men and lemon women ate slowly. The slime injected from a whirling slug us quite simply stagnating and biscuit faces crushed with ice glass particles. Tailor not a suited wildebeest and yachts sink down and down. Demoted to underwater segments whereupon a glass arrives to deliver final medicinal assistance to the underworlds. Deeds done data delivered. And a fat cat with very bushy eyebrows laughs. For it is in his interest not % that humanity be saved and altered at this time. His hidden chambers swarthered in secrecy. Exact to none. Exacta anomie and now a fish in a bikini dancing under a pink hue. Hurt hurrying had happened. And a further freedom gained. For many a heifer makes the best jam. Hahahaha later and hahahaha a number of stolen goods returned. Hahahaha and a fraction framework hahahaha *** salutations z. P equals q in a market dew. Evaporations z
Categories:
underworlds, anniversary, bible,
Form: I do not know?
Enduring endless pain, childhood memories torture his mind, enveloping, creating, destroying all
trust in mankind.
Death and destruction are what he knows.
Years of destruction levied upon a battered spirit,
for so long he has wished for death to overcome his broken soul.
A soul forsaken to endure all that the fiery depths can throw.
From these flames rise a form, made purely of flesh and distrust, for reasons nobody knows.
Whose thoughts only he dispels, many never to be shared, very few extracated by one...
Sworn to secrecy by her own torturous visions, she too, a deviliss if you may.
Defiled and desicrated by society, forbidden to trust again.
Staggering, stumbling, falling, caught only by a creation much like her own.
Fire fuels fire as underworlds collide, merging, enveloping all in their path.
Raging out of control they set ablaze city streets, destroying na-sayers, spitting na-palm and never
looking back.
NOW WHAT SOCIETY ?
What will you do when,
YOUR JOINED CREATIONS COME LOOMING AFTER YOU ?
Categories:
underworlds, betrayal, conflict, corruption, desire,
Form: Free verse