Eternity

Past, Placenta, and Future

when i was just an irresponsible fetus

kicking away in mothers womb,
I heard words spoken and
didn't know what to make of them.
sounds of noise and vibrations
soft as a feather falling into 
a freshly-snowfallen meadow.
 a silence that reverberates 
the heartbeat that courses in a whoosh
the blood of life in the veins webbing through
the tissue-paper -thin pinkness of my skin. 
the formation of the first thought?
A meaningless synapse of neurons?
am I alive?
Why? 
What is the meaning of all this madness?
Fluidly viscous ethereal colloid bubble
My amniocent-thesis ?
 As i laugh and kick away
in the drunken bliss of innocence.
  - And here she thought she had gas.
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Paradox

Mystery of Mysteries
Incarnate Paradox
Rogue Soul
Knows no Home
 
Fortune of Fortunes
Timeless Prayer
Fates Lightningbolt
Future Untold
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The Best Person I Know

There's no perfection in a place called Earth

Each day we dive into uncertainty

That's ain't no curse or burden though

That's precious spark - absurdity.

 

There's no perfection in people's hearts

Each day we suffer from avidity

That's ain't no good but it imparts

It gives conception of infinity.

 

The best person I've ever knew

Is the person I've never met

Ain't no there best or noblest

 

Ain't want I to be so...

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Black Galleys

Folder: 
Cthulhu Mythos

The race of the moon-beasts

Inhabit the far side of the Moon.

Sailing Earth's Dreamlands,

In sinister black galleys,

Trading for gold and slaves.

 

Hideous to look upon,

Concealing themselves below decks

When they come into the port

Of the ever-beautiful Dreamlands.

One I recall is Dylath-Leen,

Whom no man has ever seen.

 

The horned-men of Leng,

Take care of all trading marks.

The galleys take the slaves

To an island in the Cerenerian Sea

Called the Nameless rock,

Where they are tortured till eternity.

 

The evil vessel galleys

Sail off the edge of the world

Past the great cataract in the west,

And through the gulf

That separates the Earth from the Moon.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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Enough

 

 

If I were to give you a thousand things that pointed to my love, would that be enough? If I were to set you into the heavens like a King immortal, would that be enough? If I were to cast your memory and place it in time like to be remembered as a beautiful sonet, would that be enough? When all things are done and this life revolves around again, I did these things to never forget you, engraved upon my soul to save us from destruction.

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Sweet euphoria

so enticed by your own suffering..

it keeps coming back around.. 

just when you think you're standing up, you get pushed down.

you wonder, but why bother..

 

I know what that feels like... 

to be swallowing dirt, with your face planted into the ground..

your mind is in constant crucifixion..

you can't look at the clouds, & know the sun is behind it.. 

 

the hands of time move in circles...

quality is not quantity.. 

tomorrow is not today.

 

if this storm hovers over me,

if it fucking pours down on me,

for all eternity..

raindrops will glisten through my eyes.. 

you'll see I never tried to hide.. 

 

because the rain can bring out our true colors,

when given the chance to pass..

I will walk along a street of rainbows,

while the past burns, & falls to ash.. 

 

my heart says not to turn, & walk away.. 

but so badly it yearns to fly, & just escape..

oh, Sweet Euphoria..

 

Moving towards Eternity!


I want to have discovered, myself,

 At the heart wherever,

Time does travel with no end,

No needs be, turning into any Guelph.

  

Blake should teach me how to ‘hold,

Infinity in the palm of my hands,

And eternity in an hour’,

Without the ‘soul’ being sold.

 

The problem is- the soul divorces the heart intentionally,

 But, searches for its eternal habitat pointlessly.

 

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Bone-Totem

Folder: 
Poetry

I desired to open the graves for my love,

To gather the bones for an altar.

So I could serve my love in eternity,

And His name would be preserved.

 

O Lord of Terror, hear me now,

I will do all in all for Thee.

My divine love, Azag,

Never leave Thy side.

 

Indeed I wished to honor Him,

With the bones from the graves.

To raise a gigantic totem,

Which would reach in ye Hyades.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem written for Lord Azathoth (whom I prefer to call Lord Azag).

Cutting (Epilogue)

Pain scorches my mind

As I peruse the novels

Of my recollections

Every night is identical

Read, reminisce, agony

So I incinerated the library

Of my long kept memories

And their embers seared a hollowness

Into my soul

The ashes of my past

Floating away into the blood-red of the firmament

Or is it of my veins

I can’t say

I can’t remember

I don’t care

The stars sing tenderly to me

Their mournful cry from afar

Helpless to relieve me

Powerless to help

Incapable of aiding

A dying man

A vanished cause

A solitary shadow

I’ve given up the contest

There is no longer a challenge

No longer the next battle

Just eternity at my fingertips

And the doorway in my hand

A slit across the open earth

And I fade into nothingness

Perhaps they will miss me when I’m gone

Funny how they listen

When you can no longer speak

Yet, perhaps they will forget me

I do not know

Another life aborted

Gone into I know not where

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Note: I do not cut now, this is just a story.  Written after the end, therefore subtitled Epilogue. I won't say to enjoy this one...

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