Snake

Up

Such steps
tow
aspen meets the ladder
denting each rung to disappear.
 
Breed the rubble
welt tighter
works
scissoring scrim of ribbons
 
exhaust the chain mount closer
leapt,
a peak - a steep plot the bottom in you
found where
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The Reign

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To Be Illustrated

"Where so many rush to fall asleep,

I tend to creep,

afraid of the a lack of light, 

what's in store for tonight. 

 

Would you like to know why?

I'm afraid of what's inside,

what I always seem to need,

what sleeps within me.

 

When the darkness falls

and my mind succumbs to sweet slumber,

lumbering in comes the pattering of feet,

clawed, and I can't seem to scream.

 

I try to get out from underneath the covers,

to run away, but I am stayed 

by the sudden jacket, holding arms back,

while at my heels chases the maniac. 

 

It is the ghoul, it's in my room,

and now theres nothing but abyss,

amiss of clothes and shoe and tooth

as I run to only bring closer nothingness.

 

And now I am within reach, looking back

at the black teeth, to tear my wide and tall,

before tripping onto face,

no hands to break the fall. 

 

And looking to what had cause the trip,

innocent children, empty faces,

look into me, through me, and it hurts,

it burns, no clue why they are in my plight.

 

And now taking flight, they chase me too,

I am running to a single point,

straight jacket still applied,

my escape impossible, my voice mute. 

 

Again, so focued to the rear,

I forget about the front, 

looking ahead to see now in front of me

the biggest snake ever slithers on scene. 

 

The snake grows bigger, stopping,

rearing its head, baring its fangs,

it wraps me in it's tail,

and squeezes me tight.

 

I can't stand the grip, crying out,

but no sound comes, 

just the sound of my eyes popping out,

and the sound of the plop.

 

The drop of me, hitting the carpet,

falling onto the floor, blanket wrapped around me,

back in my room, not monsters,

no snake no ghoul.

 

Just the sweat drenched shirt,

the paper-dry throat,

rattled, another night lost

to the internal battle. Nightmares reign."  

Author's Notes/Comments: 

So many have issues falling asleep, though the reasons are as numerous as some of them terrorizing. 

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The Snake

They once were little tears,
but now their minds are ticking,
behind those angry eyes,
the serpent's tongue is flicking,

tasting if the time is ripe;
hints of hurt an' hate,
a body of fraternity,
resolve in after taste,

the streets are streams that team with schools of innovative brains,
parents, crims, professionals, all head towards the same,

Each day they form a tributary,
Each day another sliver
joins the song of; victory!,
that flows toward the river,

Rushing down the streets,
gushing through the bush,
despite their small defeats,
still they come to push,

Collecting all the drops and puddles,
swamps, ponds, dams and lakes,
singing river songs,
so as to wake the snake,

At the river they arrived,
coiled in each and other,
a stranger now a friend,
a friend is now a brother,

And when the celebration ceased,
they came to call the serpent,
in such a chorus that it shook
all the earth and firmament,

but his answer never came,
so an elder at the head had said,
"he died his people's pain,
the Wogel now is dead",

it parched the people's love and hope,
'til song succumbed to silent doubt,
the armour's scales on those who pushed,
the people came to flout,

And then they bent in misery,
'cause for all that they had fought,
through such a trying history
had finally come to nought,

but then it came, so far away,
a voice still high and soft with joy,
and one by one the multitude,
had turned about to face the boy,

"I can see the serpent!",
said a boy in such a voice,
that all the people turned around
to praise, hail, and rejoice,

But there only stood an elder
not knowing what to say,
so again he said "the Wogel's dead,
he died the people's pain",

And in soul ache hate, they turned again,
faces stern, to go,
but the boy was hard, resilient,
and so he told them "No",

"I can see the serpent,
rising for the sun,
and I'm prepared to strike with him,
with all of us or none,

we live today and so he does,
the Wogel's us together,
with certain sight and will to fight,
the Wogel lives forever",

So what's to come?
We're here together.
Will this meet an end?
Will the Wogel live forever?
That's up to us my friend.

 

(The Wogel is a name for the Rainbow Serpent. The most significant creator being in Aboriginal Australian beliefs)

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Yig - The Deadly Snake

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Visions

Yig went out of my head,

Wasn't I so sad?

In me male and female snake,

O Yig, please don't be awake.

 

Fastly in the taxi they put me

O let dead not have me!

But dead again I went,

This is what Nyarlathotep meant.

 

O in anger and wrath I don't want to be,

A female snake in each human you see.

So Tawil took them all out,

And dropped to the floor humans about.

 

Zombies were left on the Earth

Everything dead, everything burned.

Ghosts, robotic humans by aliens controlled,

This story was never before told...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A vision about the Serpent-God Yig.

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Zoth-Ommog

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Cthulhu Mythos

A cone-shaped body with a lizard-like head,

That is what Zoth-Ommog is.

Thick serpent-like tentacles

Growing from its head.

 

Pseudopods resemble starfish arms,

One on each side of the swarms.

Buried underneath the Pacific;

In R'lyeh: the corpse-city.

 

Deep Ones worship Zoth-Ommog,

Manifesting through many statues

Scattered randomly around the world.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about the Cthulhu Mythos Deity Zoth-Ommog.

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Yig, The Deadly Snake

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Poetry

Yig 

 

Yig went out of my head,

Wasn't I so sad?

In me male and female snake,

O Yig, please don't be awake.

 

Fastly in the taxi they put me

O let dead not have me!

But dead again I went,

This is what Nyarlathotep meant.

 

O in anger and wrath I don't want to be,

A female snake in each human you see.

So Tawil took them all out,

And dropped to the floor humans about.

 

Zombies were left on the Earth

Everything dead, everything burned.

Ghosts, robotic humans by aliens controlled,

This story was never before told...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A vision I had.

Zoth-Ommog

Folder: 
Poetry

Zoth-Ommog 

 

A cone-shaped body with a lizard-like head,
That is what Zoth-Ommog is.
Thick serpent-like tentacles
Growing from its head.

 

Pseudopods resemble starfish arms,
One on each side of the swarms.
Buried underneath the Pacific;
In R'lyeh: the corpse-city.

 

Deep Ones worship Zoth-Ommog,
Manifesting through many statues
Scattered randomly around the world.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about the god Zoth-Ommog.

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The Mice and The Snake.

Good and Bad / The World/ The mouse and the snake
Two Gods had made a world together but they did not agreed in much and they thought very different. In this world some species followed what the good God said and other followed the bad God, and that was how the world worked. There was the snake family who obeyed the bad God and had to attack other animals and fight all the time; and there was the mice family that followed the good God and were always happy and living in harmony. The problem was that the mice were always scared that one day the snake will eat them. Around the same date the mice and the snake family had a baby. Neither of them knew because even though they lived in the same world they never talk or share. One day the little baby mouse was walking in the forest looking for her house and she realized she was lost. After walking and walking she heard a noise in the bushes and was terrified. Trying to hide in the bushes was a baby snake; he was scared of the mouse too. When the mouse realized that it was just a little snake she asked him “Why are you hiding? You should be trying to eat me. Isn´t that what your God tells you to do?” The snake was not sure what to do but he was sure he did not what to eat the mouse that looked around his age. The snake knew he was not allowed to talk to his prey but he did and exception.
“This is my first hunting day and I don´t want to eat other animals, I don´t know what to do” said the snake a little embarrassed.
“Well I am glad you don´t want to eat me but your God is not going to be happy about this.” said the mouse.
“I know that, that is why I am not telling anyone” said the snake a little angry. “Any way, what are you doing here so far in the forest?”
“I got lost and I don´t remember where my house is” said the mouse.
After talking a little more the snake told the mouse he could take her back to her house and promise he would not tell anyone where she lived as long as she kept his secret. They thought everything was that easy but the Gods found out and called for a meeting in the top of the forest mountain. The bad God was so angry he wanted to kill all mice in the world. After the little mouse and snake explained what had happen in the forest the Gods came to an agreement that all species should be good and bad in a balanced way and this way the world will be a better place.

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