poem

Less Stress

less stress

more rest

feels best

Author's Notes/Comments: 

super short and to the point truth

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DÆMONBULACRUM

13 o'clock, demon hour, turning backwards

Heartbeats at the toll call the Beast nigh

Infernalight at Duskening

Scent of The Abyss permeates the air

Candlantern sparks aflame!

ψ

Demonwinds, deviltails, whip the trail

Hounds moan, horses rear

Dæmonbulacrum, the time of fear!

ψ

In the dead of the night

Skullital treespectres leap from the road

...of shadow consciousness

Walking with The Devil

On the way to Hell

Side by side, brothers in deepest darkness

ψ

Long shadows in the darkness by the light of the moon

{"gasp! what is that?" "who is that?" whispers}

Black fog so thick framing the night

Concealing the creature that haunts the nocturne tide

In the corner of your eye...

ψ

Wide stride, trenchcoat, cane

Phantom diabolic bane

Daemon of darkness haunting your nightmares

Making your horrors come true

ψ

Dæmonbulacrum coming

Disappearing shadows by the side of the road

Turns your mind upsidown, inside out

Horns & claws, & cloven hoofs

Takes your soul away...! ∞

The Draegon Awakens

Timeless... eternal...
The Drægon Awakens
Immortal... Infernal...
The Duskening Horizon
Leathern wings extending
Arising... surmounting
Echoes from The Pit!
ψ
Hail Mighty Drægon!
The lightning strikes!
Thunder from The Black Abyss
Quaking, cracking
Coursing the Wicked Whirlwinds
Demons to the skies
Darkening the day to night!
ψ
Ancient omnipotence
Hellfire in thine eyes
Leviathan and Tiamat
Cthulhu of the Deep
By thine burning shadow blaze
Cast the mortal minds in haze
Hades here to stay!
ψ
Equinox & Solstice thrall
Presence possessing all
Hellemental chaos flux
Brother Dæmon Drægon reborn
Of Blackened thorn & shadow horn
ψ
Nocturnal treasures keep
Occultic secrets reap
Within thy dark embrace
Behold The Drægon's face!
Bestow Satanic Grace

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is the night Satan has made! Let us be joyful and glad in it! 

⸸ crossroads ψ

Highway 666 in the burning wasteland

In the valley of the shadow of death

I fear no evil for Satan is with Me

Underneath Hecate's light

 

To The Crossroads... on Walpurgisnight

Inverted crossroads to see The Devils rise

The willows blow in the demonwinds

They point the way to Hell

Twisted arms and claws reach for your soul

 

Whispering and wailing

The damned call out your name

trapped inside the trees, for the test

The killer's bones are swaying

Hand of Glory glows

Hellantern leads to the carven spot

 

Trace The Pentagram in the center soil

There you will say the words and pour the blood

Until you feel the hoofbeats

The blasting winds, they start of flow

The quaking earth, the shadow comes

 

Red eyes emerge, flickering coal

A lightning strike, the darkness grows

The moon reflects a grinning skull

You speak your wish & seal The Pact

So it is done!

 

Born... at The Crossroads

The Gate of Hecate's keep

Marked your destiny as The Devil's own

Sacrificial grave is buried deep

 

Go forth upon the earth

Infernal Throne, Majesty's seat!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The crossroads may make for an ideal outdoor ritual area, ceremonial grounds, especially by a tree, wherein litany from The Satanic Bible may be spoken, both as a formative initiation, Baptism, and subsequent rites of darkness.

Shining Very Bright

We all have a dark side

We all have a light

We really need to focus on

shining very bright

Author's Notes/Comments: 

We all have a dark side that contrasts with the light. I suppose opposites are necessary to compare but always strive towards the light...positive vibes,peace,love, higher vibrations....try to block out the negative dark stuff...that is the gist of this poem written a day early for the last day of #NationalPoetryMonth #NaPoMo #PoemADay #April2021 #Day30

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No Self Esteem

I never feel good enough

I have no self esteem

I tend to sabotage my stuff

Do you know what I mean

 
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What Do I Know Anyway

I have nothing important to say

What do I know anyway

No one cares what I think

I could be the missing link

 

The more I learn the less I know

and yet I get on with the show

I know I don't know everything

No one does no matter what they think

 

Those who know that they don't know

have lots and lots of room to grow

Those who think they know it all

are pushed up against a wall

 

Keep an open mind

maybe you will find

that you can unwind

that's how it's designed

Fewa in A Mug of Coffee

A moment on the Cyber Café at Fewa Lake

                                               

1.

In the Mug of the Fewa Lake

Reflecting the pure blueness of the sky

With the fluttering of the Fishtail

My eyes sparkle with

The taste of organic coffee

That chills my throat

By the tranquil and serene Fishtail

My whole heart at ease

In a mug of coffee.

                                               

2.

Faraway in the foothill

A heavenly village

Of the stone houses in row

From the black slated rooftops

Pours the rains of golden rays

By the blushing evening

My tender lips taste

The beauty of village green

Into mellifluous nectar

In a mug of coffee.

                                               

3.

From the field of greenery

Resonates the incredible laughter

Of the village girls

With the flocks of sheep

Back to their village homes 

Reveals their enticing beauties

This dusky moment creates

The heartthrob of the village

As an allegory of folk song  

In a mug of coffee.

         

4.

On the west side of Fewa Lake

In harmony with the Eve

A charming couple, newly married

Inebriated in ardor and fervor

Cruises on a wooden boat

Into the waters of the Fewa lake

With dancing rudders itch

The ripple and surge of

Foamy and bubbly love

In a mug of coffee.


5

Around the Annapurna range

Tiny airplanes

Like the white butterflies

Fluttering in the air 

The corneas of the eyes

Kiss the tops of the Himalayas

In the Annapurna ranges

Perceive the gesture with

Miracle and marvel

In a mug of coffee. 


6

In the lucid and clear gloom

Before the breaking of dawn

The Eyes of the Sarangkot

Grasp the Himalaya ranges

Glowing like the blaze  

Of the golden mountains

My beholding eyes in awe!

As the sun rises up the East

The Himalayas resume

Its splendor into silvery beauty

In a mug of coffee.


7

Like the fairy in Fairy tales

With imitated wings

My beloved glides high

From the lofty height of Sarankot

Her eyes scribble the poetry –

Serenity of Fewa,

Tranquility of Fishtail

Vivacity of Pokhara,

The visitors in bliss

On the verge of Fewa lake I’m

Waiting for her to land

The metaphor tastes sugary

In a mug of coffee.


8

The Raniban hills

In the south of the Fewa lake 

My fatigued legs

Ascend the stone paths

To the top of the Raniban hill

The Raniban Resort

Silence of nowhere

Quiet, still and calm

As if living in another planet

With hot frothy black coffee

In a mug of coffee.


9.

Hanging from the sky

Thrives atop the Raniban

The blooming Garden

Enjoying the amazing Evening,

The unannounced rain shower

The essence of my body  

So cool and weary,

Desires the tepid and balmy                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

Black coffee that springs into  

The warmth over my body  

In a mug of coffee.


10

From the top of the resort

My eyes glimpse beneath 

Serene and calm Mug of Fewa lake

Tranquil and quite Sarankot

Emerald green Raniban

Surroundings of

So many hilltops

Of green and greeneries

My body enlightens itself too

Into hill of greenery

As the sky darkens

Intense black is the coffee

In a mug of coffee.


11

All my belonging left

In a city lodge,

Only me and my beloved 

Only with unspoken word

Like the simile and metaphor

My poetry of love

Warm embrace

In a lone room

Of the Raniban resort

The essence of passion spills over

In a mug of coffee.

*

 

 

অপ্রীতিকর অনুভুতি

আমি এক দেহত্যাগী
ছুটে চলা উল্কা,
কিছুটা স্রোতের মতই বিভ্রান্ত;
শান্ত বুকের ভেতর অস্থির এক যন্ত্রনা পুষে রাখি-
যে অনবরত গায় বিচ্ছেদের গীত!

অবচেতন মনে ভালবাসার অকারণ পিছুটান নেই-
তাই বিন্দু বিন্দু জমাট ঘামের মত,
রুমালে মুছে দেই জমায়িত ভালবাসা;
আমার আকাশ ভাঙ্গা বৃষ্টির প্রেমে পড়ে-
ভিজতে এসে, 
তুমি যে অভিপ্রায়
করেছ সঞ্চয় গোপনে;
তার ভাল-মন্দের পার্থক্য বুঝা খুব জরুরী।

কারন,
আমার কানে বিকট শোনায় প্রেমের শব্দ আহ্লাদের চুম্বনে-
ছোট ছোট সুখগুলো কবেই তো পুড়ে গেছে বজ্রপাতে জীবনের পথে,
ডুবে গেছে ভালবাসার গঙ্গা জলে শুদ্ধ হতে যেয়ে;
যদি আবার ভুল করে ফেলি-
মাথা গুঁজে দেই এফিটাফে!
ধ্বংসাবশেষটা পড়ে থাকবে,
আবেগহীন অভিব্যক্তির পাতায়-
পৃথিবী জুড়ে,
নিখোঁজ সংবাদের তালিকায়।

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