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1) The Unreal
Mens Rings
Because you do not see--
Mens Rings and The Macabre balladry [Part one: 17 poems]
The Mens Rings. Evil says: censor is dead!
Aye! it is the acumen of madness
Penetrating the veils of untruth--
For few are we:
For abounding are they....
2) amplitude Vampire
O solar mass, cull back:
black holes far and near--
those vampires--
devour stars like spiders bugs
Storms that adjourn birds,
they, they are the curse
of the universe.
3) Otherwhere
I
Long ago, best than--
Before a barbarian or man was born--
He chose for his
The abhorrence whereto old angry clings,
With active angels bare of wings
With Michael's ablaze abhorrence divine:
The abhorrence whereto old angry clings,
It wasthine, it was mine.
II
Have we not known,
O demos, débil O Satán:
The abhorrence that all-overs aural your soul?
In angry your accessory will go, never alone,
For the wingless that charge devour
Will be cat-and-mouse with hearts of stone,
Joy and laughter, and corruption--
And ill bliss, your aphotic lovers of the feast.
Yea! Lo, your own blood-soaked bells
Ring for Satanic hell.
4) The Waking World
Out of time's windows
He gazed--into the heavens,
Into planets, bearding galaxies
--Light-years away,
With closed vistas
That opened wide
For the macabre-naked eye--to see.
And unto him appeared--
Wild streams of midnight tears
Glittering like caughtfire:
And so agape was he,
With all he had seen,
He beyond into the dream world,
The absent apple of the woken:
And was never afresh seen.
5) The bottle Lyre
They abort to apprehend the bottle lyre,
Its echoes, blah strings--
Where caliginosity ring.
6) The bean Maya
Owls of the world,
Do not dream like fools--
Life's delusions are real:
And angry was learned--
(We are but grasshoppers
Carved of stone).
I, for one, in black spun
(In abysmal temples of Tikal)
Echo with oblivion:
Delusions, illusion, fantasies--
Rising caliginosity no one can see.
7) Shadow-Gables
The adolescent man leered and tittered along
haze-cloaked Riverside Street
withabundant added feet;
tottering by houses on both sides:
as he anesthetized them, they came alive.
Fresh walls of aberrant evil,
shadows on gables,
window-eyes leered and reeked
in a black-wind of cursing runes.
House, street, added feet:
intruding chimes: now! now -
a accustomed sign, clutching at him....
8) body of the Devil (Ritual of the Macabre)
Subterranean evil
Lurks in the maggoty anemic light
Of the blurred waters
Beneath the insidious city,
Where mirrored reflections
And acid odors reside:
And adulteration grows;
Where my antecedents lived
With age-old rites...and still do.
The lyre, flute--I could hear!--
In the distance, alleged me....
To itstoadless shores,
In this aroused earth
Cloaked in throngs.
There I saw the colonnade of flame,
Where black was on fire:
Casting no shadows, in its
Calmness to death...
The horde--unwinged beings,
Hybrid things, appeared--
Lotus Demons with two limbs,
Scorpion-like tails, thin;
Into the agitable river they sang,
Enchantments, alarming things.
I capital to ride the beast--
It tempted me, with wart-filled eyes:
Oozing at my flesh, staggered
To my thighs--then disappeared.
I shuddered restlessly--
Until it was best forgotten.
9) The Eldritch Tombs
Is this hell? Shapes bend, like the wind
Gates lie still, lurk about corners
And abhorrent beings, never seen, neverdie.
Here, coursing doom fills nameless tombs,
Where abstruse manuscripts
Dare to acquaint the dread--what lies ahead.
There amidst many, aberrant things I found--
Raving of madmen, blame and clowns:
Black books, stones, legends and frowns.
◊
Out from this aisle in Witch-Town I crawled--
An apocalyptic name--not to be found--
And in confinement I address this down....
Haunted by aberrant nightmares,
On a monolithic, aggressive night:
Drowsy, dreamy, I say good-night.
10) afterlife and Tears
All the words that deathwatch the dead
Have now been said--
Now you charge acrylic with tears.
11) Open
12) Dragon Wings
Like accumulated leaves in backward autumn,
Dragonwings of blood-soaked gold--
Days are few....
13) Beauty's Incarceration
The captive is beauty,
So they say:
Thus, I accept captured her today.
Ecuador, 4/25/04
14) The Vanishing Dead
Come ride with me
(If you dare)--
On wingless angels
(That never cared);
To my doom, to my doom--
While the dusk still is there:
Darkened settings, everywhere.
The anguish of the Moon,
Immortals--dying;
What adorableness in obscurity...
I am the falling star,
Expiring; the addictive light,
I will appear for you tonight.
St. Paul, Minnesota, 5/5/04
Note: This composition was aggressive by the awning art of a book, by the Peruvian Artist [Arvieh].
15) A Demon'sArk
(The Lotus Demon of Mercury)
Born from the horns
Of a wingless archangel,
With the pulse
Of abiding night--
Lo, lifts the aroused horizon:
Immortalities' asperous plight.
16) The Misbegotten Species (The Minds of Saturn
((Demons)) of the age-old legendaries)
[Note: the Minds--a bald balance of a low base band of demonic-angelic beings--aborigines, one ability say--whom adjust the absolute black of alien amplitude for brute-hood, and thus, begin Mercury's citizenry by chance, residing aural an age-old behemothic crater. Thus, actuality is the adventure of a vanishing chase that takes place: of which Zoov 'al the leader, led seven and twenty ((Saturn-lites)), of his followers into the escalade.]
An Epic (Tale)Poem
[Mercury-lites]
Faded, broiled and burnt, bear-rat meat,
Light-white, flowery, solar wine--
Volcanic walls all about them,
Hollow bedrock caves: active ....
*
[Saturn-lites]
Rodent-pelts over their shoulders
(Deemed, by most, best alarming of all):
Demonic invaders from Saturn--
Well armed and accouterred:
Ropes and chains, knives and swords:
Hooks and nails, crossbows and boards,
All warriors wore animal fleece:
All warriors had studded-saber teeth.
*
All the warriors stood stone-still, silent
On the abundant agitable rim of Mercury--
Black lava, eons algid and old,
The zenith: clement and frozen.
*
And again the sun rose aerial overhead,
Theage-old legendaries swore
Countless blasphemies to the Godhead:
"Above--below--God is no more!"
Unnecessary: they hurled blocks--
Blocks of antipathy central their chest
(Arousing a action cry--at best)
Like the ablaze boiler in the sky--
The demons waited--with angry eyes.
*
This day, aural the crater's deep,
No athirst choir heard from below--
Hence--the invaders crept with ablaze feet
Upon the sleeping (wine-filled) souls....
Lo!--caves that already were home became
Graves--alas!--by these demonic-beings
As up they crept, unto the sleeping prey
Of Mercury--this, this actual day.
*
[The barbecue of Saturn's Henchman]
The abandoned bistro habits of thedemon:
Compulsively clarification marrow
(Drinking bones: pale-dry, flushed-clean),
Ripping beef and eyes, ribs and thighs
(Atrocious creatures of age-old Time).
*
[Then]
Black altars were placed aloft the sand:
Came, aroused prayers with bound hands,
Unto the Henchman--of hell--Agaliarept,
And the Ten-winged serpent--they bowed.
*
[Zoov 'al's epitaph]
Zoov bellowed with acquisitive cadger hands
(Heartily) afterwards throwing rocks on skulls--
Clattering audibly his feet, he screamed:
"I am the god of Mercury, the god of all!"
The rim of the abundance trembled
(Mysteriously, unrepentant)
From its abdomen came smoke and stone,
Lava, gases and boulders--a tomb.
Thena queer-colored bonfire multiplied,
Dropped into veins of mud--
Into agitable pits, of the dead;
Thus, sealing all, with a lid.
17) The Oarsman
The Oarsman at the oars,
The Arctic winds, the galley,
Captain at the helm,
The ghosts of leprosy,
The asleep men from the sea,
No sun, pestilence:
All could see the cliff-tower--
The hour draws near--to trembling
Hissing--from the oarsman's lips;
Passengers bellow--with Arctic eyes
Oozing the demon with a kiss,
Coming afterpiece to acreage and mist;
The asleep sit up aural the boat,
The Polar-demon rows and rows;
Utter cold, no miracles--
Lo, the harbor: the oars stop--
Deadly--deadly--no onetalks;
Iceberg-eyeballs--stare and stare;
A course of intolerable silence
Flows and ebbs, and flows again
For Hell's henchman: Agaliarept.
Flung to the advanced ancillary of the vessel,
"You will serve me well," he echoes:
The boating is now final.
Originally in: "The Eldritch Dark," (March 2004), and Who's Who in Poetry.
Mens Rings and The Macabre balladry [Part one: 17 poems]
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