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Wits of a Man

The night was frigid and at its poorest,
But who am I to judge, when I was not the wisest,
A slight breeze crawled up my spine,
I could taste the wind’s saltiest brine.
My eyes conveyed to an old lodge,
So I can refuge, from this monstrous botch.
The place was dim, obnoxious and dingy,
But thank god there is no hole for the breeze to carry.
 
But what was interesting, that there was a mural,
It was so boundless, that it gave an unsettling moral.
The colors were faded, and burdened with marks,
Like it was meant to be destroyed, no needed remarks.
It displayed pictures of a young woman and maid,
I wonder who was the artisan that made this eerie portrait.
The face of the woman was covered with graze,
But the maid was gnarly and gave deep piercing evil gaze.
 
For a moment I thought, I had gone mad,
When I thought the maid turned from wicked to sad.
I blinked my visions, to trust my perception,
I opened my eyes, to found the maid was not in front of the reception.
My face was pale, my hairs were struck,
I pounced up when I heard the lightning struck.
I thought to myself I was delirious,
Maybe the maid was not actually there, no need to conclude something mysterious.
 
 
 
 
 
I waited a duration until the weather calmed down,
But the French maid entity made my brain vigorously mount.
The brews were gone, I got ready to abandon,
When I looked at the painting before, to eased my  tension.
My limbs were trembling , as I took a deep stare,
First the maid, now the scrawny  woman wasn’t there.
I backed to leave when voices disturbed me,
saying “You’re going nowhere, this is the place you’ll ever be.”
 
 
I rushed towards the exit when I still had my sane,
Till I dropped down realized my legs were shackled with chains.
I got up apprehended that my costume is now white,
And my hands were completely immovable as it was actually shut tight.
The lodge was dying into an atrocious looking room,
I was squirming on the floor, demanding release from this horrible doom.
Until I notice on top of the iron door,
A header flaunting; “the mental institution of schizophrenia & more”.

Copyright © Lucas Von Pendant | Year Posted 2014



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Crimson Art

I slished and slashed, till the whole studio was crimson,
I beamed an eerie smile, so it can have the last reason.
I skipped around, all over the room,
Splished here, splashed there, the sound of the fumes.
I laughed and roared till the entire place echoed,
I was so happy that my sorrow has finally borrowed.
I heard no other noise beside my art,
No chirps, no barks, not even a beat of heart.
I could see the bad, vile looking bland,
All I need was just my lame pair of hands.
The idea was easy and not much time that spent,
But what was vital was the meaning and content.
The process was actually hard and grotesque,
As I had to do it very quickly, that is after dusk,
But finally all my pain, suffer and grief,
Has now put into this art, of enormous relief.
My mind was blank, the reception wasn't reality,
to complete this masterpiece I have to lose my precious sanity.
To rise above all and detached my sadness,
I have now became, what they called Madness.
To whom I show my depression and pain,
of course, to the human because its just a canvas, no profanity, no vain.

Copyright © Lucas Von Pendant | Year Posted 2014

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Curse

I was in the room, no people, no breath,
All I could sense, was the eager of death.
My eyes were oscillating from left to right,
Because, my sense was interrupted with an aura of fright.
I clenched my teeth, chanted the gospel,
I prayed to every God, every prophet, every known apostle.
I screamed, barked, cried, and howled,
No reaction received, besides the call from the owl.
I grated my arms, until it was oozing red,
I giggled alone, knowing Im going mad.
I shouldn't have made a deal with evil,
If I had known the outcome was stinging like a needle.
I never knew a king would give out so much profanity,
But the thing was more horrible was this fallen blasphemy.
I was controlled over power, fame and personality,
That I had made the deal of providing me Immortality.
This was something not to be proud, as I wished the time reversed,
because this was all has now become a calamity, a curse.
The condition for this eternity, was that I massacred my wife,
little did I know, was this Ignorant King was now dwelling in the dungeon, for eternal life.

Copyright © Lucas Von Pendant | Year Posted 2014

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A Loathed Profession

I tapped on every door to gave them their news,
some wailed, some yelled, some even thought it was only the muse,
Some who even know I was arriving, blow up their fuse,
Because my revelation was not to be amuse,
Some moved away or even hide them shoes,
but, nowhere to go because I predict your every moves,
I can do this for eternal, my time was nothing to lose,
Because once I knocked, you’ll be out of your blues.

But this one visit really test my wonder,
I was doing my job as normal as ever,
tapped on the door to gave this person, the shiver,
Opened, and there was a grim man, weak and quiver,
He asked me to join, before I could deliver,
Its like he knew about my arrival, so thats why he accepted, I figure,
His eyes were dead, they couldn’t be from a giver,
He then said, he knew why I exist and appear.

The house was dark, ugly and poor,
what was more annoying was his answer before,
How could he have guessed, about my job at the door,
He is more mysterious than me, I pondered some more,
This old man was frailed, crippled and sore,
His skins were crummy, like he did a recent tore,
We didn’t utter a single word but doing good at ignore
We just looked at each other, right to the center of our core.

I was trying to do my work in complete stealth,
Because I knew this wasn’t to good for his health,
I leaned towards and tried drew out words from my sheath,
He stopped me before I could perform my hath,
He looked like he was addicted to stimulants, opiums or meths,
He looked at me and said from his last wealth,
He sucked in a long deep breath,
and said “I have prolonged for this fate, so please do it quickly, oh Death.”

Copyright © Lucas Von Pendant | Year Posted 2014


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