PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I don't want to die,

But I don't want them to die.

I guess I'll die then.

Allah the All-knowing,

Sent Ibrahim nocturnally a vision,

To sacrifice Ismail,

The much-loved son.

Much tense Ibrahim was,

Considered it as a nasty deception,

The Satan was playing with him,

The next night gifted him the same revelation.

An untamed storm occupied Ibrahim’s brain,

Adored Allah the most and Ismail,

Was his world,

But the love for the Almighty did prevail.

Ibrahim went to Mount Arafat straight away,

With Ismail by his side letting him discern the Divine Will,

The malicious knife was about to immerse in blood,

Right then the Omnipresent sent a ram to kill.

It was a test of faith for Ibrahim to be sure,

Since Allah is never thirsty,

For blood like the Inca gods,

Such is His glory, His divinity.

I saw this black
and white
photograph once
of a Deep South lynching

of two African Americans
(or black guys
as they were termed then)
hanging from a tree

by their necks
eyes closed
(as if they dozed)
dressed in rag clothes

one with his head
to one side
hands untied
a crowd looking on

one white guy pointing
the rest looking
with acute interest
what the two guys did

or why
they were lynched
I had no idea
or why the need

to photograph
a sense of justice?
or threat?
or for a laugh?

I had no clue
but looking at them
hanging there
surrounded by a crowd

I thought
of the Crucified
the Christ
and wondered

if He'd been hanged
by the neck
from some gallows
instead of being

nailed to a cross
and His followers
wore small gallows
instead of a cross

it was alter
His sacrifice
or lessen
the sense of loss?

You are my life

You are my soul

You are my soulmate

That makes me whole

You are my comfort

You are my desire

You are the one

That sets my world on fire

You are the light shining bright at me

You are the reason we are mean't to be

My love for you will never die

For you make my soul feel as if it can fly

You are my strength

You are my guide

I forever want you

To be my life

So please know with love so true

That I will forever be in love with you

Dwelling in the interstices between planes,
Composing the Universe.
Manifestation as a conglomeration,
Globes shifting, flowing into another.

Deity of Sorcerers and Wizards,
Granting them great power
To travel between the planes
To see into a plane through crystal globes.

 
Commanding various monsters
From distant worlds...

Gifts in return,
Opening the way
For Yog-Sothoth
To travel from His domain.

Tawil at'Umr;
Wishing to travel to distant places.
Being the least malignant
Him unveiled
Causes great sacrifice.

Utterly mad,
Destruction on its path.

The Cult of Ne-Pang
Is a Yog-Sothoth Cult.
Order of the Silver Twilight
The Temphill Cult
Claim this name too.

Power to travel within the planes,
Reaching any other time or space.
He is the Key and the Gate.
Opener of the Way,
Wishing to enter this plane.

Bind and curse me into the depths of darkness,

I'll carry lost light to forsee its truth.

Break all the fragile parts and undo all the goods whom weep;

weep for freedom.

For all the lures become the chilling echoes of attraction

and its soul confinement.

Tongues taste what once refreshed the goods from evils,

now left the need to feed for self-worth to become eternal.

I raise my skylit map amongst the parasitic shadows embodying their prey,

only to release chained curse buried beneath innocent hosts.

Cast not these doubts aside as you revel unto glory
unladen...
and yet it dies upon a lonesome shore
But reality is not a tool for friendship
and one's worth cannot be scored
But I'm losing
and this battle is far from over

Oh, I'll follow you to the ends of the Earth
and let you torture me so
Spit in my face and thrust disgrace
until my blood is soaked no more
And split the hands that held you close
that kissed the face of the Holy Ghost
who cast only me aside
and bade me unto fall
I suffered in the pain, but for you I took it all

I'm torn inside and my heart is reeling
Whose strings did snap within thin air
and broken, battered, lying lifeless, upon the ground in disrepair
I cannot move, nor can I breathe
Like severed shackles who beg reprieve
And into the air, I am released
to fall and break yet once again
but this time more with ease
My hands, they would not catch me
And I was forced to watch them bleed
I suffered in the pain, but for you I'd let them be

My eyes, they screamed for mercy
as I was blinded by your hate
Yet this "reasoning" is nothing more than unadulterated fate
blissful in the evening, when the dark has come of late
and cuts into the bone of the soul it hopes to take
Yet I was baptized
unto the very gates of Hell
lost and withered in my decision to grant you peace of mind
I suffered in the pain, but for you I'd slowly die

I wallowed in your pity
until it coated my own skin
until it burned straight through my flesh
and then baited me to sin
whose claws did capture and enrapture my heart that lay within
and grazed into my very being that forced me to begin
this long and hateful journey that merely started on a whim
Drink me whole until I'm gone and finally lost inside
I suffered in the pain...but for you, I gave my life