The Finality of Being.



Wings of Darkness
Cobwebs of despair
A heart filled with the dross of humanity
A mind shattered in dancing particles of carnality

A blaze of fury
Tempered in solitude
A violence uninhibited
A sorrow is born.

From whence comes this affliction?
On whose order is it given?

Blame must be entrusted
Curses split open at the core

A heavy heart
A burdened mind
Are no cure for this affliction

End this now
Bring it to finality
End….

Me.

The Bird of Pray.


The will bleeds as strength courses
Through veins of fire and affliction
Bones of clay in a form of stone

Will you deny me?
Do you dare?

Struggle all you will
For will is not enough

From the pyre I rise
Borne on dreams of dust and ashes

The world shall crumble
In laughter and despair

This will suffice.




(Yes folks I did spell "Pray" like that on purpose.)

I came to you.....

I came to you in Deceit
You showed me love

I came to you in Hate
You showed me Compassion

I came to you in Lust
You showed me Forgiveness

I came to you in Power
You showed me Meekness

Together we've stood
Hand in hand
In the Savage Garden

You soothed my savage brow
Cleansed me with your tears
You broke down the fortress
Bared the soul within

You've stood beside me
Through fears and doubts
The world against us
Yet you stood strong.

Such strength
Such Love

Thankyou.


For Tinkerbell.......who has journeyed with me in the Savage Garden for so long.

wow your poems show such dark depths.. amazing.. i love them

I really like I came to You. it is wonderful. keep writeing

Thanks for the comments guys.

One of these days I'll get back into writing again. When I can figure out where the hell the coffee has gone......

aah yes, the mystical powers of coffee... :cofpap:

Walking.

You pass me by
On a street with no soul
Do you exist here?
Do I?

Feed my rage
With tendrils of flesh
You wink at me with drowning eyes

Darkness swallows all life
While giving a stiff bow and friendly wave
You’re always welcome here.

I really like your poem "Walking"...I wish I could write like that...so plaese write more.

yes quite a talent you have

Dust to Ashes


Dusty bones
Rusty knife
Remnants of some ancient strife

Empty heart
Long dead wife
Shadows of a former life

Broken vow
Unending sorrow
Glimmers of a new tomorrow

Restless soul
Prophesied hour
Hence begins the rise to power.

Good work. Did the person kill their wife?? keep writeing

The inspiration for that poem was the death of my first-born son over 15 years ago.

Heh...pain, one of humanity's deepest wells of inspiration.

Innocence.

Gone are the days of Innocence
Splintered into death and decay
Morality withers without a struggle
It’s death throes echo with futility

Fear me now
Fear me later
It matters little to the rictus grin
Of he who holds your flesh

Come inside
Walk the path
Of thorns and tribulation
One for all
All for one
The payment stays the same.

sry about ur son. I like it

What a very lovely poem. I can tell that I think I will enjoy the rest of your poems as I go. You can feel the sadness seeping from in between each word. You have nice vocabulary, yet you don’t overdo that. I make sure to compliment those who can achieve such because there are a lot of people who try TOO hard. Lovely work.



You know that was slightly sexy. It was dominant and dark. Each word had a sardonic grin shining through its syllables. “Borne on dreams of dust and ashes” I loved that line. Not sure why but it just stood out the most. Nice work.



And the dark one shows he/she has a passionate side. This was a gorgeous poem. Simplistically beautiful.



That was my favorite verse. The way you used the words was melodic and it flowed nicely.



Interesting poem. Is there any symbolism behind this? Very unique, and it puzzles me. I love the last line in the second verse. Great job.



Holy hell…that was so far the most depressingly pretty poem I have read of yours. Lovely usage of words and they were placed so confidently in each verse. This is a work of literary art. *applauds*



Ooo this sounds like something you’d interpret from Paradise Lost. Very powerful poem as well. I loved all your poems and admire your dominant nature of writing. You are quite talented in the dark style of writing not so much gothic but more morbid. Excellent job and I anticipate more that I may read and comment on.

Thankyou for your comments. Just for future reference, I'm a he. Well, last time I looked anyway. Ahem.



The dark one....I like that tremendously. All to often I am forced to blanket my passions, writing is my form of release.




That in itself is a fitting eulogy for my son who was the inspiration for that poem. Thankyou.

Damaged goods.


Damaged goods in a world of perfection
Won’t you buy me?
Do you dare?

Expiration date of times long past
Consumers nightmare
Why do you stare?

Wrapped up in a glaze of redundancy
Set upon a distant shelf
Gathering dust in all it’s glory
Antiquity itself can be a comfort
For those who can embrace despair.

Damaged Goods - aah a poem for all those who can appreciate the flaws in something or someone and hold them as beauty and not wrongs..

Receive.

Broken, bleeding
Thrusting, seeding
New life from old
Gift of passion oh so cold

So cold
Stone cold
Look at what you helped to mould.

New life from old
Forged by an anger grown ever bold

Bleeding, broken
Vows now spoken
Seeding, thrusting
She lay untrusting

Receive.



Dedicated to Shinari......who knows what it's like to be betrayed and torn asunder.

recieve is gorgeous.. and the pain seeps through every word.. love it

You realise I revere all things you create, Vampus.
However, with "Receive", I not only revere, but I deeply appreciate.

Thank you for looking into my soul, and seeing the reality.
And thank you for "la esperanza infernal".

Dum Spiro Spero, brother.

Number 11, you are very welcome.

You know I don't ask you to revere me.....a simple heartfelt prostration and a few "MIA CULPA!!!!"s should suffice. ;)

Dum Spiro Spero, brother.

Wow, recieve is so beautiful. every think about writeing songs. I think u would be good at it. GOOD LUCK!!

To be honest I've never really thought of writing songs.....even though I do have some musical ability. (Yep, I'm a 240 pound, heavily tattooed and pierced Flute Afficianado :D )

I've probably never written songs because I have a voice that is reminiscent of a bullfrog on steroids. With a sore throat. Joy.

I still love myself enough not to torture myself by singing.......shower escapades not included.

Devil’s Phone Call


With calloused knees and contrition of heart
He offered up his soul
To the voice on the end of the line
Years of pain and subjugation
Are the tithes he’s willing to pay
“Can you hear me? Are you there?”
The silence is deafening.

Love through a stained glass window
Sacrifice laid bare on a tree
When you said your gift was for everyone
You obviously forgot about me.

well u wouldn't have to sing them. You could just write them and sell them to other ppl but how u feel is kool. Have fun!!

really liked Dust to Ashes, other ones were extremely good too. i like it how you use short, vivid images. words are cutting.

cheers,
m.s.

Sacred Cow


Offer up your sacred cow
Be it diseased, guilt ridden or lame
The sack cloth and ashes grow heavy
Oh such a birthright you claim

Deny thyself carnal pleasure
Prostration’s the fad of the day
The Deity looks down in his leisure
How else to make these poor tools play?

“I know, we’ll seat them on high,
But with restrictions and ideals of old.
Then we’ll sit there in mirth at their folly
While their soul laments being sold.”

Offer up your sacred cow
Be it crippled, forsaken or chained
The price of free entrance is heavy
Especially for a life that is stained.

i'm not quite sure i understood that completely. what did you mean by the Cow?

or is this just some sort of a VERY abstract poem?

"You obviously forgot about me."
This is true of many.... But you bear the consummation of that line. You know I speak from experience, from seeing it with my own eyes... in the end, what excuse will the lamb have?

"I was enjoying coital pleasures with NZ farmers".

Must....not.....piss....myself....

That was hilarious. :devilflip:

"Offer up your sacred cow
Be it diseased, guilt ridden or lame
The sack cloth and ashes grow heavy
Oh such a birthright you claim"

Quite a birthright to be claimed, indeed, to be born in ashes.
You have borne the sack cloth, as it was predestined.

I am a sacred cow... I am lame. But only for a twinkling of an eye of fame.

"Deny thyself carnal pleasure
Prostration’s the fad of the day
The Deity looks down in his leisure
How else to make these poor tools play?"

How else to make the tool as I am to play? How about make me play with fire. Did You think I would get burnt. And now, you wonder why I embrace the flames?

"'I know, we’ll seat them on high,
But with restrictions and ideals of old.
Then we’ll sit there in mirth at their folly
While their soul laments being sold.'"

The lamentations were only for a season, dear Lord.

"Offer up your sacred cow
Be it crippled, forsaken or chained
The price of free entrance is heavy
Especially for a life that is stained."

And what of one who is the stain?
Even so, for one that is the purging fire?

Tip: Sacred cows make the best hamburgers.

sacred cow is a general term for something worshiped or revered ;)

by the way Devil's Phonecall - i LOVE it.. wow it really caught me that one..

Sacred Cow - being born just to die.. that would really suck..

Astarael, I'm glad you liked The Devil's Phone Call. I enjoyed writing that one.

You are quite right about your definition of a sacred cow. Well done.

I'm hoping to write some more today.....once I can convince my kids that school IS a good place to be.

Now where did I leave my blowtorch and pliers.....

lmao.. nice.. torturing poor defensless children...

Defenceless children?!

You obviously haven't met MY kids. They're mutant rabid rats on steroids with psychotic tendencies.


No wonder I love 'em to bits.

haha well one day i hope my children turn out to be as sadistic and homicidal as i am

Hmmmmm......I'm in a strange mood today, hence the poem that follows.

East of Eden



East of Eden
He lay trembling with ire and regret
Mind of molten emotion
Heart of shattered dreams

Forsaken humanity lies crumbling
Nourished only on weeds of derision
It’s a long walk to redemption
Paved with longing and despair

He clothes himself in anger
Satiates his thirst with retribution
Feeds on rancid morality

East of Eden
Where gates were locked and barred
He glimpsed of things eternal
Then turned his back and laughed.

mmm i like.. 'not quite perfection' humanity in a sense.. well that is what i stole from your words..

Heh....I was sitting here looking at a photo of one of my sons, and this is what came forth.


My Son.


I look down on his angelic face
As he sleeps soundly on his bed
He talks with moans and mumbles
While dreams play in his head.

His light shines oh so brightly
Shaming stars that glow in the sky
I hold on to his love more tightly
Knowing he deserves much better than I.

He slumbers all too sweetly
Whilst dreaming of Dragons and Kings
I thank him in soft subdued whispers
For teaching my soul to sing.

such sweet words you do whisper.. and through them the greatest compassion my heart has known in quite a long time..

:ph34r: wow...that is all I can say...

Why did this produce an infernal growl deep within?

:devilflip: Gabriel :devilflip:

Heh....I thought this would provoke a response out of you Number 11.

Glad you like it. :devilflip:

Call me Shinari, please....


Damn you big C!!!

Celestial fair


Lashes to Ashes
Rust to Dust
Come play with the Reaper
He’s kind, fair and just.

Skeletal fingers jingle in play
The fetor of oblivion
Keeps the angels at bay

Devils may come
Devils may go
Does God even care?
Is he watching the show?

Lashes bring ashes
Rust turns to dust
In the celestial pageant
Hells sideshow’s a must.

That is how I am feeling.. Siting here wondering If I believe or not... ur poem is beautiful!!