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Such a lovely temple
At which to worship
Performing
Divine rituals
In sanctified flesh

©FaerieFoxPoetry
ᴊᴰᴍ Feb 4
Pluck both wings off a butterfly twin,
toss five bones into a black stone cauldron.
Pull three strings of a skeleton puppet,
draw a white circle around a mandolin.
One burning needle, carve into a coffin,
six long shadows swing the pendulum.
A dagger to the chest, weave the mortal flesh,
pierce the embryo outside the yolk of death.
© JDMaraccini 2021
hazem al jaber Dec 2020
Love's ritual ...

what is sets ...
between us ...
is a love ...
with  madly ...
crazy feelings ...
and a great adoring ...
never any ones ...
in the whole world ...
gets like as we do ...

it's a ritual ...
a love's sets ...
only for us ...
no one can understand ...
no one can see ...
this love ...
our love ...
and it's craziness ...
that we do ...
with mornings ...
and all nights ...
even when we are ...
in a different parts ...
we feel together ...
one to the other ...
in every night ...

yes sweetheart ...
cute angel mine ...
we lived together ...
we killed the distance ...
between us ...
and we hugged the love ...
we planted it inside hearts ...
and smelled it's sweet scent ...
every nights ...

it's our ritual of love ...
come let's do more ...
let's love each other ...
more than ever ...
and let's pray ...
for our love more ...

hazem al ..
Grand Piano Dec 2020
I haven’t been truly “fine” in a long time
I’ve mastered the art of smiling
And crying when no ones around
But the mask I so carefully crafted is slowly chipping away
I’m starting to stumble over the steps in this play I put on everyday
Maybe it’s time to let the world see what happens when the curtains close and the performance ends
This piece kinda goes with my other one called Steps
Coop Lee Oct 2014
they emerge from the wooded neighborhood ridge and fringe at dusk
into breadth of lawn
& limb.
witchy chicks
casting banter n bitchcraft.
teenage dead end dreamers tipped in black magick lip gloss
& glitter, their
genderfluid familiars &/or wayward boyfriends apparate
in the street pink cloud spinning wheel,
& hawking bile.
****** stella smile.
swallow a hex, send a snap, tongue along his neck
promising to fold bodies before sunrise.
the effervescent gasp
of post-ritual clarity.

in the house,
is a kid.
a gig.
the devil with a younger grip.
& the kid thrills on a bit of the ol’
         u l t r a v i o l e n c e.
****** videogames, ****** anime, ****** mayhem n melodic music.
he is a conduit of dark energy.
a pure blooded offering of the stone age/video age,
mind in a kind of kaleidoscopic way.
he is me.
bred on televised bucket slime ceremonials.

she checks her purse.
drugs & snacks & juul & a pretty dead bird.
a daughter of delphi watching your kid.
tending to him.
trending him.
popcorn smelling him, the texas chainsaw massacre on vhs just before bed.
palace of teeth n twigs.
just a short walk to the edge and then its bath time.

             the demon version is grisly and cruel.
             the angel version is starry-eyed and adventurous.

to conjure some
  thing,
at the cliff jumping.
it was fun.
previously published in BlazeVOXMagazine
http://www.blazevox.org/BX%20Covers/BXspring14/Coop%20Lee%20-%20Spring%2014.pdf
Hex Oct 2020
Mosaics scrawled in oak,
Charters to a new dimension,
Candles bring forth grey smoke,
Filling a stygian room with tension.

A hallowed oversoul awaits a sacrament,
Crimson stanzas chanted, a return anticipated,
The King still needs a benighted advocate,
Atonement was made, with a blade of onyx, serrated.

Throughout the hall, a sensation,
First came the scent of velvet nectar,
Then, the impact of consternation,
And all among the walls, dark and unearthly spectres.

An observance had concluded,
As the veil was torn by madness,
And the microcasm, polluted,
A world overthrown, by the abyss.
For an October goal of writing one project every day.
10/6 Theme: Magic
Jade C Oct 2020
each morning we dance out from our rooms
a spiral dance
unwinding into awake-ness

N. washes his face and scrubs his teeth
as I scurry by to ***
and apply my eyeliner

a ritual of ink and toothpaste

we all gather
at the dining table
fresh-faced and presentable

i read, draw, sip away at coffee
N. is probably reading James Baldwin
and sipping water from a small cup

others who live here spill into the kitchen and
rummage through mugs
to find the perfect one for tea

we all share our dreams
trying to distinguish where they ended
and where the morning began
morning with my pals <3
Amanda Hawk Sep 2020
In the evening
Turn off the lights
Slip on my headphones
And I disappear
Into thunderous beats
My feet learn to fly
As I dance around
In the living room

I only dance in the dark
Even on a full dance floor
I find a corner
Tucking myself in shadows
Allowing the beats to spin
Around, around my waist

So at night
I dance
Stomping out my emotions
Tears and rage
Cascading out with each step
Leave my bones aching

And I fall forward
Allowing my tears to escape
In beads of sweat
I only dance in the dark
Letting my emotions ache in bones
And upon bruised palms
All the roses


Light the sage

Throw the linens across the bed

Say a prayer

You look good dead


All of the roses

Thrown away

All of the roses

That reminded me of the love

I once had for you

All the roses


Arranged around the heart 

They remind me that you 

Were my favorite piece of art

Pages stained with dust and old words

Showing our adoration 


All of the roses 

Light the sage

Bless your soul

Open the window

All of the roses

I’ll remember you…
It's about the old ritual of a wake.
Tran Thuy Anh Jul 2020
Angel of dominion
Nothing drips from your mouth
More placidly than the marrow
You have indulged of me
Leaving behind a dusty vessel
That entreats to contain you
And be refilled by you
Depravedly  

Angel of enchantment  
Tracing spirals before my eyes
With the tips of your fingers
Decaying from holy water
Pulling me higher
Towards your Cimmerian heaven
I gasp for oxygen
A lamb to cosmic slaughter

Angel of eternity
In the vacuum of your dreams
Deep in a boreal void
Where dwells a monstrous slime
I make my bed
And recite my prayers
The body dies once
But the soul, a thousand times
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