Jan 2018
Citizens of Hell
~A Collection of Poetry Reflecting the Seven Deadly Sins~
Growing, Fading
He eats children alive
He does not discriminate one feast from another, but takes them both
He slaughters precious animals by the brood and gobbles up entire herds
Most disgustingly, he keeps a young maid by his side
To whet his appetite with a bite from her neck,
To cleanse his palette with a chomp from her shoulder
To clean himself with a swipe at her stomach
And to give himself that special seasoning with her tears.
Tis sickening to watch and maddening to ponder
How a kindhearted boy from a loving home can morph into a monster,
Yes, a monster of a man with only food on his mind
And only avarice in his fatty heart.
There is nothing more to him than that anymore;
For, as his body grows and grows, bulging til it takes over the building,
His person simply withers to nothing and the shriveled up corps fades.
Persistence
I crave my brother’s wife.
I care not for other birds
But this bird!
How I wish I could lure her to my feeder
But alas!
She is not mine to feed,
She belongs wholly to my brother
And thinks of me as family, only as family
Oh what sweet misery is the human struggle!
Oh what sweet horror is the pesky libido!
And lest a dream become far too sweet to bear,
How the subject of such ideas must be taken!
What a misery, what misery indeed is this life!
What agony I have inside me for this woman,
A woman of womanly arts, a woman of womanly graces
What desire I have for this mistress of the mind, heart, and body
But a woman, nonetheless, whose faith lies with my brother.
Must my tears persist? Aye, they cannot go
Until so goes this craving for a woman who is never to be mine.
Cash Cow
Jewels weighing her down
Silk and mink hiding her skin
Custom designed just for her, every stitch
But she is still growing ever-more plastic
Her heart is walled by the icy frosting
That dangles from her ears
And she can’t see anything but the money
That’s all her business has ever been to her
Just acquiring billions, only meant to be a cash cow
And her children are no different- they’re cash cows.
But the joke is on her
Because the runner of all these cash cows, their fortunate owner
Is nothing but a cow for cash herself.
Faith
What need have I for faith
When I have myself?
My superiority brought me here,
So it can bring me farther, can’t it?
High intelligence denigrates luck
And great strength beats luck anyday.
So what need have I for faith,
What need have I for being faithful,
When I only need myself
And what need have I for truth
When I am the supreme truth.
I’d take my chances with myself over your faith,
One Body
This is the embodiment of those feelings that break hearts,
A weeping willow that fertilizes the whole earth with her downpour of tears
A rushing river that rips away chunks of the earth in his messy wallowing
Fearful firestorms that don’t discriminate in their destruction for the loss they feel
This is the curse of beings wrapped up in emotion that betrays them-
A blazing agony that trickles down full-scale to all it can touch
And this- yes this!- is what makes the earth one body.
This
Nothing like it, nothing that rises in fury to equal its level
There is only one thing just like this feeling,
Only one thing that burns the world down like this
Perhaps that’s why it has no fitting name-
Any description would be a misnomer, an understatement
This is the big bang repeated over and over in the mind
This is the moment your mother is ripped from you for good
This is the swing that strikes you down, forces you out
This is what leaves one broken shell against a world
And it cannot be described with enough raging emotion.
This is what Hell is made of.
*****
Laying on the couch,
Motionless, expressionless,
Just playing dead, and feeling it.
Wallowing in a web of blanks-
No cause, no care, no life in you.
You’re just reducing yourself to worthless
And you’ve lost all your *****.
~A Collection of Poetry Reflecting the Seven Deadly Sins~
Growing, Fading
He eats children alive
He does not discriminate one feast from another, but takes them both
He slaughters precious animals by the brood and gobbles up entire herds
Most disgustingly, he keeps a young maid by his side
To whet his appetite with a bite from her neck,
To cleanse his palette with a chomp from her shoulder
To clean himself with a swipe at her stomach
And to give himself that special seasoning with her tears.
Tis sickening to watch and maddening to ponder
How a kindhearted boy from a loving home can morph into a monster,
Yes, a monster of a man with only food on his mind
And only avarice in his fatty heart.
There is nothing more to him than that anymore;
For, as his body grows and grows, bulging til it takes over the building,
His person simply withers to nothing and the shriveled up corps fades.
Persistence
I crave my brother’s wife.
I care not for other birds
But this bird!
How I wish I could lure her to my feeder
But alas!
She is not mine to feed,
She belongs wholly to my brother
And thinks of me as family, only as family
Oh what sweet misery is the human struggle!
Oh what sweet horror is the pesky libido!
And lest a dream become far too sweet to bear,
How the subject of such ideas must be taken!
What a misery, what misery indeed is this life!
What agony I have inside me for this woman,
A woman of womanly arts, a woman of womanly graces
What desire I have for this mistress of the mind, heart, and body
But a woman, nonetheless, whose faith lies with my brother.
Must my tears persist? Aye, they cannot go
Until so goes this craving for a woman who is never to be mine.
Cash Cow
Jewels weighing her down
Silk and mink hiding her skin
Custom designed just for her, every stitch
But she is still growing ever-more plastic
Her heart is walled by the icy frosting
That dangles from her ears
And she can’t see anything but the money
That’s all her business has ever been to her
Just acquiring billions, only meant to be a cash cow
And her children are no different- they’re cash cows.
But the joke is on her
Because the runner of all these cash cows, their fortunate owner
Is nothing but a cow for cash herself.
Faith
What need have I for faith
When I have myself?
My superiority brought me here,
So it can bring me farther, can’t it?
High intelligence denigrates luck
And great strength beats luck anyday.
So what need have I for faith,
What need have I for being faithful,
When I only need myself
And what need have I for truth
When I am the supreme truth.
I’d take my chances with myself over your faith,
One Body
This is the embodiment of those feelings that break hearts,
A weeping willow that fertilizes the whole earth with her downpour of tears
A rushing river that rips away chunks of the earth in his messy wallowing
Fearful firestorms that don’t discriminate in their destruction for the loss they feel
This is the curse of beings wrapped up in emotion that betrays them-
A blazing agony that trickles down full-scale to all it can touch
And this- yes this!- is what makes the earth one body.
This
Nothing like it, nothing that rises in fury to equal its level
There is only one thing just like this feeling,
Only one thing that burns the world down like this
Perhaps that’s why it has no fitting name-
Any description would be a misnomer, an understatement
This is the big bang repeated over and over in the mind
This is the moment your mother is ripped from you for good
This is the swing that strikes you down, forces you out
This is what leaves one broken shell against a world
And it cannot be described with enough raging emotion.
This is what Hell is made of.
*****
Laying on the couch,
Motionless, expressionless,
Just playing dead, and feeling it.
Wallowing in a web of blanks-
No cause, no care, no life in you.
You’re just reducing yourself to worthless
And you’ve lost all your *****.
