the great cthulhu upon his...the great cthulhu upon his thronethe great cthulhu upon his...6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
in horrific majesty he sits
a god to be awakened
from a slumber of aeons
through his eyes we are
granted lurid gifts
such as to peer into
chasms of the unfathomable abyss
to witness cthonic splendors
mankind fears to see
the opening of shiva's eye
the eternal dance of kali
in rapturous ecstasies obscene
cthulhu stirs within us
longing to be set free
the world shall know his power
the universe shall witness his profane glories
as the old ones return to re-claim
their ancient victory
until then mighty cthulhu sleeps
in his prison deep
conjuring to us his dreams
until those chosen awaken him
with rituals of depravity
dark celebrations of lurid revelries
A Glimpse Beyond PandemoniumA Glimpse Beyond Pandemonium GatesA Glimpse Beyond Pandemonium6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
What gifts are bestowed upon the jewels of the abyss, floating in bleak beauty upon flaming seas, roaring oceans of wind and trembling skies of silent lightning. Restless and wanton seeking a release in angles beyond and spaces between; trembling with fear and excitement at the possibilities, endless permutations within a highly charged atmosphere;
Imbibing draughts of poison wytches brew, steeped in crucibles of frothing ooze, bubbling malevolently into forbidden aethyrs, where bat winged creatures rule the heavens and pale moons glow in hues indescribable and obscene.
In fevered revelry lurid desires unfurl in webs of tentacles, gnashing like teeth hungered and insatiable for the pleasures of the abyss, slithering amidst the slimy tunnels leading to subterranean vistas of unimagined horrors, yet beautiful beyond comprehension to those born of Cthulhu's breath, embraced within his folded wings, and let loose with the expansions of his immense essence
AmentaAmenta ©Amenta7 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
floating into a place
beyond time and space
where you've never been
you'll never be the same again
dance with madness
on the edge of the abyss
taste the darkness
and slowly resist
of your eyes gone blind
dreams of nightmares
falling into you
each day at a time
you'll soon find
but you're sleeping
and there's no music
in your head
when you find out
that everyone is already dead
but we struggle to conceive
our lives which ended so long ago
as they never began
our illusion of green and blue
is burnt orange and black
red blood bleeding through
watch the portal
for the sign and the word
then the return
of those who made us
chaotic masses of virulent
from the abyss
unification of abominations
in a seething thurible
bubbling essences of
and as we dance the vortex
earth turns to fire
water becomes air
light to darkness
the wind implodes
m.m.leniwie tu jestm.m.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
kot na piecu się grzeje
słuchając płomieni szalejących
po drewienkach w kominku
nuci pod nosem starą kołysanke
aaa kotki dwa szarobure oby dwa..
wierny pies o trzech głowach
spi na posłaniu
tuż koło twoich nóg
siedzisz wtulony w fotel
głaskasz psa po ogromnym grzbiecie
popijając gorzką zieloną herbate
blask odbija się
od twoich różnokolorowych oczu
zielone łypie bardziej na prawo
na obraz na drewnianej ścianie
na którym widać ziemie
drugie czarne patrzy w ogień
bruzda na czole świadczy o natarczywych myślach
pająk między rogami sieć wije
jest prawie tak samo srebrna jak twoje włosy
m.magdalena siedzi boso na parapecie
czesze kasztanowe włosy w warkocza
i wiąże je czewoną wstążką
by nikt nie mógł jej już nigdy urzec
tak jak kiedyś dawno temu ten nazaryjczyk
ManifestManifest ©Manifest7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
here i am watching it all fall apart again
like the life of the death
the death of the life
turning in two
two to be found
lost in the thought
thought of my being
being of my mind
the final push
there you go out on the edge again
no one to return
return to the end
end of the time
time to be nothing
nothing is all there is
nothing is all there is
and should you fail to see
see to the ocean
ocean of blood
drained from the veins
poured into the void
void of the self
self to the soul
soul of the eye
eye to the eden
eden is lost
eden is lost
but the serpent is wise
wise is the primal
primal is the path
path is the goal
goal of the silver
silver of the moon
moon of the tide
A Key Fits NotA Key Fits Not ©A Key Fits Not7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beyond the gate
permeators of the aethyr
where an underwater void lies
a keyhole that is not a hole
that a key fits not
to see this abomination
is to stare
into the streaming vortex
where serpents dwell
and frogs leap across time
it is there where
that which should never be
not have dwells
all of the oceans of time boil
and heave black
upon bloodied beach of toads and insects
through which the key which is not
a key is found
the hole dwells deeper still yet
to dig is to close it
and to search is to lose it
the howler will enter
but never dwell
towering monoliths etched
in black ancient script
where slime oozes and watchers wait
for the time and non-existent place
a hole in the fabric can be seen
when the stars of 13 are 12
the moon rises above capricorn
the place beyond the stars
swallows the 13th
if one times and leaps through
the space between
will the fabric tear
and time to torn asunder
then they will return
to trembling wate
ComaComa9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That sees only dreams
and hears only silence
that sleeps with its wings.
That freezes the soul
and suspends the mind
in a quiet place
beyond emotion and time.
Sweet release from the pain.
Where you can hide in your body
and not feel the rain.
La Esperanza de los InocentesLa Esperanza de los Inocentes2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Me siento solo al despertarme en plena noche,
cuando la tristeza invade mis ojos...
pero no soy tan fuerte como para poder llorar,
no soy el hombre por el que merece la pena luchar.
Me voy, sin encontrar un hombro en el que llorar,
cuando todo el mundo intenta apoyarse en el mío.
Y ciertamente la gente espera mucho de mí,
pero ¿qué puedo esperar yo de ellos?
Guardo en mí todos aquellos recuerdos
que me hacen volver a la vida,
pero lo cierto es, que en este mundo de sombras
pesan más los errores y las mentiras.
Con una mirada o un simple gesto,
alguien que me diga lo especial que soy...
sería como hallar el tesoro enterrado
que mi alma necesita para sentirme salvado,
salvado por ti.
karma, four shadowsmaybe ikarma, four shadows3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
knew you from
before, maybe this
isn't anything new, but
a very old thing that's
happening again like it's
i think i was writing
poems about you before i
even rediscovered that
you existed. i
think that when my
one night and i feared
the very worst, i was
actually receiving messages
foretelling your reappearance.
i'm feeling unfinishedtomorrow is ai'm feeling unfinished3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cold soft morning, and
the moon hangs pale in
the rippled sky and there is a
smudged-blue darkness to
everything. the room is
vivid, my insides are
ignited and smoulder, aglow, and i
outstretch a milky arm to
touch you. your spine
shivers electric. every inch of you
this first kiss is like a
resurrection, a sudden
reinvention. dormant cells spring
to life, dew-wet eyelashes flutter like
fledged-bird wings, and
tomorrow's sky starts to
burn a pale purple.
an honest, energetic heat
passes between us. it is heavy with
realness, it's honesty carries a tangible weight.
and i am frightened by it.
and i believe in it.
sometime around midnightthat's when you found mesometime around midnight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with my hands cupped around a
lightning bug, and it illuminated my
face and i shimmered a kind of
silver in the dark. that's how you
knew where to find me in the belly of an
inky night, in those late, limbo
hours that are soundless and filled
up by ghosts.
you flanked one side of me as we
walked back to the house, with the
lightning bug a faint orb
behind us that faded and was soon gone.
its light lingered in my hands, though.
its white glow was on us, still.
i will leave this untitledtoday ii will leave this untitled3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i could be
there were birds.
i think it was
a good sign.
perseveranceso, there you are,perseverance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your hands tremble-fumbling to
unbutton the back of
my dress, which is funny,
because i don't even
wear dresses, really, but i did tonight,
thinking it would
seem unusual in a spectacular
sort of way. and i have to laugh,
because this is exactly
the kind of thing that would happen to me.
but after a few glasses of champagne,
i'll probably just push the
dress up around my hips, anyway, since
i don't like to let little things like that
get in the way.
i'm fairly good with compromising.
Ruby Fruit -POEM-Ruby FruitRuby Fruit -POEM-3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A beautiful Ruby Red
Dangerous on the outside, yet nourishing on the inside
Crack it open to take a glance at it's shining jewels
Each and every one picked just for you
Why not give it a try?
Take a taste,
Feel the juices shock your tongue
Is it sweet?
Whichever you choose,
there's no denying your satisfaction.
Now you've been pulled
into this flowering fruit's charm
It isn't around for long,
so savor it while you can
But do not worry,
It will be back next year.
Roadkill.I've learned few and far between, but just so you know:Roadkill.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in valleys, sceams echo before fading away.
the years had been long, and I'd forgotten my native tounge
only our language remained- but dear, the fear lingered
so I took your rusty blue sedan,
and stole myself away
back to where I was born.
here the streetlamps' glow is idle and the dank street air keeps the sun away
clouds never leave
and last but not least; roadkill is the predominant species.
she said "your will is oh-so-strong", but I swear
it's only the creeping numbness pulling me along
and alone in the dark in a cold trailer park
is where I'll be sleeping tonight
Certain Melancholy FeelingI don't know just who I am today.Certain Melancholy Feeling3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know where I'll be at this time tomorrow.
I can't always tell right from wrong,
I'm a burger-flippin' kid, not a superhero.
I don't know exactly where these tears are coming from,
How long they'll fall for,
What they're for,
Or when they'll stop.
But when I step off the city bus,
I feel the sharp chill sweep deliciously through my bones.
I see the navy darkness of the devil winter's morning,
Hear the muted growl of city traffic.
I watch my breath escape,
in a puff of steam.
my colour's running into you.july's cool blue rain has been coming downmy colour's running into you.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
painting this grey-faced sad excuse of a town
it's been in my eyes both day and night
coming down, melting
got my colours running down
all the aquamarines, burnt umbers
drip onto the doorstep,
waking sleeping swallows from their slumbers
'cause this rain just aint stopping
won't let me sleep past seven
slip off your shoes and walk with me
i'll climb in through your window, otherwise you'll sleep past three
the lilies are blooming today, my dear lovefool
love is green and black and blue,
all of my colours are running into you
Flame Fingers.and yeah cars paralyze meFlame Fingers.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so I'm unable to spin or speak
and yeah I got smoke in my eyes
from your feel-good feel-better cigarettes
and yeah little hands pull me under
i can hold my breath until the sky comes back
and when you look so much like a tourist attraction
with your bangs hanging low like roots
got fir trees taking control of your back
black stones for nails,
conditioned and cutting through dirty tiles of industrial buildings
how can I resist?
how can I stop myself from rising in with the wind
stop my stomach from churning red hot in my head
angry fires ensue
the forest child dies.
my friend the wind blows in and puts me to bed
with the moon glaring above our heads
how can I resist?
when I succumb to the drug
itch down my spine like a bug
POETRY RELOCATION PROJECTCold PartiesPOETRY RELOCATION PROJECT3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and at the end of the day
when you're whittling away
to show who you really are
and wet paper towels
are not for my bruised and cut elbows
the coffee you spilled on the floor
i stand alone on the moor
skin my finger on my way to
for that knife it's the only way to pay
/you only came after the fact
i had an uncurable cateract
in my eye
hollow of sighs/
21ST Century Dance Hall
sing along with mechanical voices
do the two-step the neon green bars on the screen
jive with the pictures in the archive
twirl in a rectanglular swirl
future fabric seams
not what it seems
You tell me you wanna get up and take a chance,
Nervous hands rubbing nervous pants.
Nervous feet doing a nervous dance.
I think I'll stick to my here corner,
That house across that street,
Brain cells fell like fleet.
Fight not flight. Not flight.
After painting over the kitchen wall,
We lost track of our
Rainy NightUnder the night skyRainy Night3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rain drops fall and never mingle
Seen together; never single
As the clouds fold and wrinkle
The rain will lighten; cease to fall
The dew unseen; unnoticed
The day begins to make it's call
The birds arise to recite it all
I stand aside in total awe
Before me in a reflection so small
Backyard Universesummer fires like nighttime sunsBackyard Universe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
grassy lawns that contain all laws
all of us, we lie in strange accordance
like miniature planets.
don't you feel the pull?
don't you feel the gravity?
why wear shoes when we are animals?
fingers claws, painted bright
digging into atmospheric dirt
blue raspberry slushes that we drink in,
like the sky.
'borrowed' fireworks from your neighbour's garage
with a single spark, sets off our universe
with a big bang
lost all track of time again.
I belong to the city.I belong to the cityI belong to the city.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the pale jarring embrace
the winding fingers of pavement
that caress and scrape my lonely face
the days that slog on
back and forth, to and fro
in an endless stream of years
that wear; like a tide of time
to this, I belong
like a little fish in a grey pond
filled with earthy mud
and rusted pennies