misha-allport
Short note: The general perception of my poetry is that it is confessional. Quite actually, my poems posted here at HP are merely "word photos." Perceptions, admitedly through a very dark lens, of lost souls, real people, in a very dark world. There is no attempt to censor, deny or negate the flood of images that humanity exudes from its primeval reality as it is reflected in personal manifestations. / For a full perspective of my poetry: Mishaenka.blogspot.com(The Taoist Non-Path) and PoemHunter.com
Death was cloying, the serpent coiled around his feet;
The intimate raven caress before a silent, lethal strike;
Sudden and swift was the exquisite venom of finality;
All things solved in the course of endless time- clarity!
Relentless evils batter unceasingly in an ominous void;
Little to do but enjoy the sight of an impending drain;
Joyless fruition along the edges of this long black hole;
Beckon him a bit forward to a joyous terror-filled fall!
Agony followed by the purest realization of a descent;
Into a deadly maze of self delusion in the word of God;
It calls forth an accounting of his egoistic sins-venality;
Leaving nothing to chance, his target- one more strike!
The blessed rain comes to wash away the dark balance;
Disaster encloses thee tender soul, a lifeless nothingness!
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
The catiff faces flashes of flame-colored streaks within an effluvium of a Chinese-red aura;
Alabaster feet descend into a lucent, moist,sensuous terra cotta of an ancient Acoma clay;
The inner sanctum is torn asunder,a convulsive maelstrom gyrating in a vertiginous gale;
Formerly coherent chambers designed neatly to fit the one and only size reclines in ruins;
The newly anointed vagabond shivers, bones radiate,an icy hell,skin shredded to the soul;
A flood-tide rolls through the wanderer's field of vision ,as it provokes a foreboding terror;
Total disintegration of the rover's den fails to obscure the scion's bent and battered corpse;
Thoroughly shattered, the frenzied creature discerns a well-tapered icicle dangling above;
A stray bat swoops out of the decay as the deadly and frozen blade raised in anticipation;
Plunged into the sternum as she screams at the sight of the cold, lifeless body of her lover!
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC
They sweep into the cave, swirling about the abridged quietude of their presence;
Constantly smiling at all events that may occur or not, and the testing of resolve;
Dark air pervades, and hangs still, as perfidy nibbles at the feet of a companion;
A hot dizzy essence enters the mind of an exhausted, prostrate,pleading traveller;
Nor is the dweller moved by the entreaties nor realities of other existences within;
Sweltering sobs penetrate all those who enter the self-contained residence-beware;
There is no caring force amidst the eerie egocentric joys-the megalomania here in;
Habitually unmoved and mired in the smugness of some perceived elevated state;
Only terror flows as the bats eye and circle the treasure of impending importance;
A blinding light impels the occupant to stagger toward the entrance-the issue lost!
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 10:07 AM UTC