POETRY

Abstract Thoughts

When abstract thoughts become too clear

You may have lost your mind my dear

That's OK that's what we want

to clear our mind for abstract thoughts

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was doing an exercise for one hundred days of songwriting where you just write whatever for ten minutes straight and then see if you have anything you can use...it inspired writing this poem cuz it made me think of a few abstract poems I wrote with a couple friends of mine ages ago...

Breakfast

The Poetry that I never created,

But the seconds of my day

                                                That I adored so much.

                                                Couldn’t grip the moments

                                                Of my day in my fists                                     

                                                As the iceberg of the day

                                                Set into water and spilled over

                                                From the seams of my fists.

 

                                                After my morning routine,

I’d befall at                                         `           

                                                The dining table of my kitchen,

For my everyday breakfast

                                                With a Mug of Coffee  

Or a Cup of Tea                                             

                                                Arising the whole fullness in                          

                                                The emptiness within me.

 

The morn spun another page

Of my erstwhile diary

With the deeds of that very day,

Too much absorbed I’d be in                              

Savoring the flavor in me

So that my time spilled out

Of my clenched fists

Might never be in futile.  

 

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PTSD

Who hit replay

Shut it off

No not today

Life can be rough

Enough is enough

 

The past is passed

so why must it last

This loop in my head

I constantly dread

 

Who hit replay

Shut it off

No not today

Life can be rough

Enough is enough

 

PTSD is not for me

PTSD must cease to be

Got to get it out of my head

These thoughts that I have come to dread

keep playing over inside my head

 

Who hit replay

Shut it off

No not today

Life can be rough

Enough is enough

Author's Notes/Comments: 

PTSD...we all have it in our own way...we need to stop letting it get the best of us...so much time wasted on things that cannot be changed and need to be forgotten...permanently erased...learn whatever lessons from it and move on and keep living and learning...easier said than done but thoughts to ponder nonetheless...you are not alone. Keep dreaming, keep hoping, keep living life to the fullest...take nothing for granted....be greatful...Focus on the positive.Peace.

Release Her!!

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Let's talk about her beauty
Yes! A beauty?
That she is!

I don't need to see her diploma
I can tell by her posture
And her aroma
Her speech and her tone
Umm
This beauty is quite the gift.

Not a gift that's to be wrapped
A gift of life in fact.
A little bit of this and alot of that
Exquisite to be exact.

The knowledge that she possess
blows me away
I'm glad shes blessed with
determination for that success
She has style, she has class
She has finesse!

The fruition of our conversation
The situation has me mesmerized
The combination of me staring
Glaring got me declaring
Hypnotized!

Prisoner of my imagination
My creation
Release her to me!

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Cut Me Deeper

 

I feel the ink flow through my veins,

After fearing it all had dried.

As once again, reality awakens muse,

When all hoping again, has died.

 

For a jolly poet, simply cannot write,

Unless it all goes tragically wrong.

So to hell with all the make believe...

And to hell with being strong.

 

I'd rather feel this release again,

As from me, this blood pours out.

A letting of this verbal plasm,

Pouring forth from an emotional spout.

 

A too-tight tourniquet of sorts,

Long staunched, a healthy flow.

But now, like before, it flows warm and red,

And eagerly fills again, a river of woe.

 

So muse, now cut me deeper still,

For we have poems to be created.

Since life prooved to us, yet once again,

The tempests will never, be abated.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

No, I am not now, nor have I ever been a cutter. It's a metaphor for the poetic 'RELEASE'...ie: ink, like blood.

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Time and Memories {Revisited}

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Love

I dreamed a dream of stars and light

Shining brightly in the night

But then I saw, to my surprise

That they existed in your eyes


I had an illusion of desire

It's scarlet flames were rising higher

And soon after we took flight

You quickly vanished in the night


I gained an insight of your being

Sitting, broken, hopeless-feeling

I sat next to you, contrite

To tell you it was all alright 


I bear a vision, dark and deep

It has me turning in my sleep

Your memories I'll keep and keep

As I sit to sigh and weep

 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just felt like tweaking it a bit, the first part is still my favorite

The Opposite of Once Upon a Time

The opposite of

once upon a time

really blows my mind

Doesn't fit like a glove

never beneath timelessness

always under infinity

just doesn't seem to mean much

nonsensical musings

needing fine tuning

the mind wanders

as it wonders

if there really is an opposite

of once upon a time

isn't there an opposite of everything

for instance nothing

seems to fit for

the opposite of once upon a time

a thought provoking piece

that never seems to cease

I'll leave you now in peace

unless ofcourse your train of thought

won't stop until this puzzle's solved

for now you have become involved

in this weird enchanted dance

you stumbled upon happenstance

some things just don't calculate

and they're hard to erase

best to leave this place in haste

for you'll find it's just a waste

of time inside your mind

it's too hard to unwind

you know what, never mind

 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

just weird thinking out loud about if there is an opposite of Once Upon a Time...there must be one, right? I did write something awhile back called Time Upon a Once that is kinda sorta the opposite but not really...I even post it on soundcloud with some crazy interim music I did...

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13th n i g h t {The Ritual}

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Dark Shadows shift in the gloom
13 Skulls on The Altar this 13th Night
13 Candles 'round The Pentagram
Bloodmoon on the horizon
Hellfires rise to meet the eclipse
Devils through The Black Mirrors pass
The fire gives substance
Robed phantoms come forth to The Center each
Grasp the crystal oracle to view the spheres
Enter in 13 Dimensions, The Demon Eye opens

 

 

On the 13th Night
All is not as it seems
On the 13th Night
The Air alive with Magic & Mystery
On the 13th Night
That which should not before your eyes



Hellknell tolls thirteen
Throughout The House's 13 rooms
Accept the Goblet, consecration, condemnation
Affirmation of The Diabolical eternal
Rebirth of the damned thirteen returned
Disrobed, Possession of The Sacrifice!
Craniums aglow, revealing masks & faces
WE HAVE RETURNED... Nightmares come alive!

 

 

On the 13th Night
All is not as it seems
On the 13th Night
The Air alive with Magic & Mystery
On the 13th Night
That which should not before your eyes



Let the incense permeate
The Draegon's wings bestow Satanas winds
Thy breath course across the moon
Cobweb veils billow lunalight
A Great Presence is felt, emergent
Seated upon The Blackthrone
Hissing serpents & familiars clairvoyant
Watching Wraithful manifest

 

 

On the 13th Night
All is not as it seems
On the 13th Night
The Air alive with Magic & Mystery
On the 13th Night
That which should not before your eyes



Churches burn by The Word
Incense of Hellfire upon the wind
Defilement of The Sanctuary by the possessed
Dash the oil on marbled floor
Sacrilege of the holy relics
Blaspheme the idols divine
Replacing godog, bowing before Baphomet
Death Angel, clerical sacrifice
Blindlight dims in the smoke, extinguished forever

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The Ritual. The Shadow Priest officiates before The Black Altar, as 13 robed figures emerge from the darkness into the infernalight of thirteen candles encircling The Pentagram upon the Chamber floor, each taking up a crystal skull. Upon the Wicked Words spoken, The Demons emerge, granted substance by the sulfur & brimstone-laden candle hellflames, from the looking glass and into the cranial oracles, then into the demon eyes opened, reawakening dread incarnations now seated in the flesh of the newly possessed. Demons released, the rite causes reverberations upon nearby sanctuaries defiled & enflamed.

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13 d i m e n s i o n s

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13

13 Dimensions in your mind
13 Dimensions of Hell
Plunging deeper into The Pit
Descending, floating, falling
Absorbing, projecting, into the dark
Signs, sigils, symbols infernal
Floating before The D/Evil Eye
Possessing, obsessing, haunting the brain
13 Keys to The Gates

Speak the unholy tongues
Gesticulation, genuflection
The Sulfur Key of a Thousand Young
Turning in the Trapezoidoor

Bloodmoon on the rise
Hear them lurching at The doorways's glass
13 Shadows, blackened sun
Eclipse, the face of Satan
Black fog, Lucifer's Magic
13 masks shifting by
Visions of omens manifest

13 Dimensions, timeless forever
13 Dimensions, sight & sound
13 Dimensions, multisensory deprivation/saturation
13 Dimensions, silence of the tomb

Knowledge & Wisdom of The Ages
Through The Books' passageways upon The Sinister Way
Spells of Infernalight & shadow
Omnipotence, Omniscience
Perceive & receive...
What was and is to be again! 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The dimensions are microcosmic & macrocosmic, one reflective of the other, recognized by resonance, and projected from the imgination of the mind, brought to fruition in a conducive environment under psychodramatic conditions. Symbols, gesticulaions, Words of Power, aesthetics, the multisensory stimulation of the senses and emotions to manifest bioelectromagnetic ennervation combined with directive Force & Will to materialize The Is-To-Be reality. Dark Psychology of The Shadow is the complementary mechanism to manifest & experience Parapsychology, in an overall process known as Shadowmancy & Magic.