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 Feb 2017
nivek
Deep in the cellars where dank slime thrives
all things dark and dreadful;
the creature creeps along on its belly.

A mouth to devour and to condemn;
the howling of a man gone mad.

Face to face with a tortured mind
and a heart shrivelled of love.

Into the depth of depravity
down the steps to bring Adam up
out the dark into light, the God of love.
 Feb 2017
nivek
seems the incessant wind is here to stay
an untreated wound festers
words ride the wind
nothing lasts forever
a few shallow breaths and we are gone.
 Feb 2017
nivek
Nothing quite like a good Zombie movie to make you laugh
all that blood and guts, biting and killing and eating flesh.
Dante would have been impressed.
 Feb 2017
Gidgette
No one told me,
Death, was a she
She stopped by my house,
We had tea
She spread her black wings
In my sitting room,
She was beautiful
But smelled of doom,
I called her a *****,
She said to me,
"Sorry, my dear,
I'm necessity."
 Jan 2017
nivek
I swear I could hear someone scratching on the lid of their coffin
I went back the next day and I swear it got weaker
until the day after when it had stopped. completely.
 Jan 2017
nivek
I see the burial party, pallbearers,
priest, a single mourner
and the gravedigger leaning on his *****.
I am in the box lowered six feet down
its my turn, and there is no coming back.
How many centuries will time tick on
how far into a future will I be forgot?
What date chiselled into my headstone
may amaze a perusing wanderer ?
 Nov 2016
nivek
these bones that hide away
have seen us thus far
thus far and no further
and the flesh falls off
as skeletons dance a jangle
round the graveyard night
while fleshy creatures
still in the flesh dream
dream that nightmares
are not real.
 Nov 2016
nivek
there is a night that lives behind closed eyes
where no day ever dawns
its deep and dark and is the place where all must travel
alone.
 Nov 2016
nivek
we are dying all the time
the wonder is
we find life in death
 Sep 2016
nivek
Clinical love washed clean with gasoline
burns your skin pink
its an abc you learned in the womb
- how to argue your way out of a tight spot
with a lit match held tight in between your thumb and finger.
Its all relative where even the Sun is your brother
or sister who burns to death those caught in a desert
and the world turns with the turn of a key
while all mechanical actions take place
washed clean with gasoline burns your skin pink
and clinical love is a lit match held tight in between your thumb and finger.  
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 Aug 2016
nivek
all those memories stashed away under your skullcap
a nightly dreamtime the reward at the end of day
its one of the last frontiers and its just behind your eyes
a place so unique with so many different computations
and yet can be so recurring it can seem like a haunting
a nightmare without end, a place of demons.
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