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
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
Release Her!!
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!
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.
Time and Memories {Revisited}
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
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
13th n i g h t {The Ritual}
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
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!
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
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
13 d i m e n s i o n s
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! ∞