"abaddon" poems
The flames branching upwards in a spire
It's cruel twists never seem to tire
A dark soul comes from the fire
It's Sam, a kid they all admire
Fables try to claim thee
Through stories of a tree
Branching upwards in a plea
A widow stares at a stain, left by the rain
Constructs a local fane, all in her saviours name
Caught between the fear and guilt
Of living off someone's fame
Knowing the day it all stops, she'll be engulfed by a flame
Abaddon is calling, Ezekiel is balling
Babylon returns
Mathias saw the world, while Belial just watched it burn
With immense follow through
The path becomes true
As he watches triple 7's disciple scamming for a buck or two
Out on a past due lease
The Man Of Peace
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 11:48 PM UTC
I’m afraid to close my eyes
literally close my eyes
when the sleep creeps in I feel it
like a clash within my body
my eyes are dry and aching
pleading for the life to stay behind them
my spine is sown to the floor
and I kick it with the heel of my boot
you see there’s this demon
that lives in the roof of my mind
and when I allow him
he comes down
and knocks me out
and while I’m down and out he has his way
with my mind
and once I’m completely submerged
is when he comes
the lightless Agares
he stands in the doorway
slithers over to my Abaddon
and I am lifted
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
Spring creeks born from infinite knowledge
gaining speed
riding cloaked horses that show
Peter in the stained glass surface
young creek
carry
salvation price televangelists can't match
melt bullet proof screens between altar and flock
wash the old mans feet
Summer river border
bring
fresh water to stagnant minds
earthly limits can yield no nutrition
salt smooths David pebbles to fly straight
Journeys from the Abaddon threshold
(leave the salt behind)
riding
clouds like the cloaked horses to stained glass Peter
past our own existence watching self hematophagy
all things are one
Fall crosses river styx
until we are wise enough to take the coins from our eyes
see
his lonely gold coin fall from the mast
economists miss the beauty in a negative slope
Cold winter brooks
forget their age
babes no longer baptized in ***** whale heads
no longer giving squeeze to oil that fights the freezing point of time
no longer running from the mouth that carries you west
are we anchored to god or do billions of monkey ropes join to give him life
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 9:17 PM UTC
Static whimpered then, now
was a moment, is and will be.
But in my deeper blue, waits a
Sapphire cesspool; waste and ivory
the Isle of Man, wades and drowns
silk swollen in the silence of still water,
through Hesperian greed and the tide
of golden apples.
In wandering, the cicada and cypress
grew in a moment's swan song,
Paradise was a pyre, and it was Winter
and the modern world.
And in what days of one day
would the enchantment bring-- of
the red faces and quivering tongues?
And what would the harpie bring--
icy tendrils of Spring to cool the flame?
A wretched smile, of the witness
blackened, knelt cradling his
head in his hands.
and in that moment, I was a lost man,
a lost man,
And then the happiest on the face of the Earth:
Now, the night is shallow.
****** is a breath, Eros is breathing, I am still.
Still
caught in the net of waking dreams,
when a binary sunset births the piercing tone,
of frequency high and ears hollow:
I was on my back, floating
and Death stood waiting
at the end.
Chariot yoked, pinion on pinion,
I gritted my teeth, unfurled my wings
and wept-- the mind is vengeance
As cruelty is the Mother of love.
and Now
stands waiting,
in the memory of himself.
A war is waged each moment,
with the echo of forever:
soul for soul,
talon for talon.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 1:03 AM UTC
words I vaguely recall
I've heard it before but can't remember when
the father I'm related to says vaguely too
so that's at least two things we have in common
I remember when I got high with your friends
outside that abaddon-ed building
and I squashed a dead pigeon with a brick
well I'm sorry to tell you but I'd have done that sober
but I'm scared to tell people the truth
because they get scared when I tell them
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC
Spiral of fate foreseen
A Vegas winning sure thing
A journey to realms beyond
Where those already gone
Traveled before I
With letters sent home
still left unseen
Wait, I'm not ready!
Is there another?
This train came too soon!
Excuse me,
I'll wait for the slow train!
Can I exchange my ticket?
For a later departure?
Perhaps tomorrow?
Of course tomorrow,
Can never be!
Round trip ticket please!
I wish to not be gone long!
I must return, otherwise,
who will care for the wee ones!
Wait, I still must pack!
All my silver and gold
Can I bring?
Is First Class an option?
A sleeper car?
Bring any friends?
My loved ones
should meet me
after reaching the end!
Must I board,
This train?
An evil angel at the controls
in the locomotive's cab
steam billowing all around
conductor in a ghastly robe
bearing the cutting scythe
leaning out the door
shouting out
to the platform crowd
"All aboard!"
"All aboard!"
this train
always runs on time
and no one ever
gets left behind
except perhaps a few
entering heaven alive
first stop is Sh'eol
all disembarking to wait
then chugging on to the
station with pearly gates
those remaining aboard
catching a glimpse
then fast downhill all the way
to the end of the line
the last stop of Abaddon
© 2017 Jim Davis
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 10:00 AM UTC
Searching through her bloodied clothes.
Searching for what is left.
Nothing.
With the rage, I cut into her chest.
I want her heart, for safety and comfort.
I rip it out and cradle it.
I want it for others but I shall never reveal them now.
I love very bit of this heart.
You say I am a beast?
Look at you, I know you have done sins.
I am a dark being.
I love the screams and moans of pain and lust.
I just don't know what happened to that beautiful girl you had once seen.
Laughing, playing...
Now wicked and imbalanced.
I have made a doll.
It has the heart that I cradled.
It looks just like her.
She talks to me.
Calls me "Little Dove"
At night 'she' comes alive and kisses me with those sharp teeth.
Killing me with her poisoned kiss.
That wretched smile drives me insane.
She is a demon, bursting out if my chest.
Putting her ****** doll like hand on my pale white cheek.
I am paralyzed in time.
I love her ever so.
She says to me that me can make me a world of blood.
She makes me dream of haunted things.
Wounds, stitches, knives and more lovely,
Blood...
I am happy that she can make my world come true.
I love that I am crazy, because she makes me feel better.
I love you, demon of my dreams.
...
She has left me.
Without no warning,
just left me in this tattered white dress stained with our blood.
She said she will come back.
She never returned.
I still hear her demotic voice at night, yearning for her kiss.
Wanting to feel her warm body against mine.
Feeling her doll-ish hand caressing my body.
I awaken to a ear wrenching noise.
I found her dying on the ground.
She said she loved this dark and ****** side of me,
and to let go of this love that we had.
I went to the window and started sobbing.
Harder and harder.
No tears slid down my face.
I saw what she was dying for.
She had made me my world of hurt.
I love you Abaddon.
Thank you for loving me.
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC
He, naked by the gun
polished by antiquity.
Bronze in an age of reason,
overthrown by passion.
Live by the fruit of god, and
by god, I am risen.
Nazarene, Gabriel, Abaddon, a wing
Apollo, a foot, I float on air
and water-- watch me.
Me. To the thyself and thou art
I, I, I, beauty--
Rosepyre absence.
frozen
I sink in air, choke on air,
bloated by the birth of drought.
This is not a lake of fire. This is
your mother, standing
at the edge of Eden, milky thighs
tough skin and swollen.
Westward, says the philosopher,
the questioner, the one
who doubts god, but knows
he is god
And takes sanctity by the mouthful--
apples to apples, dust to bodies
Evolution without degradation, Genesis: Martyr:
drive another nail in.
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 1:57 AM UTC
Some people think I worship the Devil.
If Lucifer was to walk in right now,
I wouldn't be on my knees
-some people would bow to Christ-
they would be shaking,
but I would still fumble with speech
while I would shake his hand,
I would not shake him for questions-
besides that of will he **** the joint
weakly shaking in my forefingers.
I would respect Abaddon,
for he could destroy everything I
-just as godlike in explanation-
have created with the will of love.
Mammon; I would be wary of
for he could create anything In
-an a attainable sort of nature-
because if He and greed
were to take over my steps
and breath, I would have
everything material that I
Wanted; someone to understand
I do not worship the demons
but I do not doubt they exist
but then again, I dont say
their names aloud
too often.
so I to say
Do you worship the Heirophant?
the man more connected than you, to God?
would you shake his hand-
or shake him with questions&
Do you worship the Television?
that you need to make it home to
too often.
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
The caverns,
so dark
so dreary
such a shame
the view
may have been
mesmerising.
Stalactite sharpened
to a fine point
like a quill
used to write
letters of love
and courtship
every day.
Above the horizon,
the constant drip
of water echoes
against the
brown dusty
walls,
a pool forms
as clear as
wine glass.
The sound
of breathing
mockingly
mimics the
howling wind,
the chilli air
shares
a hug with a
touch
that settles
its frost
into the bones.
The caverns,
with only a peel
of light is
let through,
the pebbles
crumble
underneath
the feet,
the bridges
connect
two darker
places like
a stitch
tied over
a blistering
wound.
This is
the abyss
that abaddon
has abandoned,
and it may
just be the most
peaceful
place.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 7:39 AM UTC
i
Aloof aback the nether antechamber
Abaddon tried to calleth out mine name
Aba composition's awoke from smoke
Whilst nephilim brutes were left untamed.
ii
They bit me and they gripped me with
Their nail's of poison and polunium whip's
Through the old agaric horror play oubliette
Obelisk's, of troglodyte monstrosity!!!!
iii
The nearing was open, yet to far off
I felt the crimson color, up mine lung's I coughed
Mine calumus pinion's all were eventually lost
For I was mocked, as the legion scoffed.
iv
Scourged I was, as mine back was chopped
Like glass bead's hitting a gentle rock
They cracked mine sweetly frame, and made a pop
Mine soul was dying, mine head was lost.
v
Yet in the destination of this witching hour
Cameth in Gabriel and Michael of all unknown power's
They arrayed this hell with celestial shower's
They freed me of mine inferno, and tooketh me to the higher sire.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry.....
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 7:56 AM UTC
As the sound is heard
The sky burns and falls
And the high elves are no more
As the sound is heard
Hell pushes up from the depths
And the leviathans of the sea are no more
As the sound is heard
A star falls
And nothing is the same anymore
As the sound is heard
A blackened claw strikes the stars and the moon
And the sun dims for the loss of many old friends
As the sound is heard
A champion arises
And he falls to the wraith of Abaddon
As the sound is heard
Dark knights are released from *******
And their legions sweep the land with plagues
As the sound is heard
He claims dominion
And a new age of darkness now begins with the end
Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 6:54 PM UTC
Searching through his bloodied clothes.
Searching for what is left.
Nothing.
With the rage, I cut into his chest.
I want his heart, for safety and comfort.
I rip it out and cradle it
I want it for others but I shall never reveal them now.
I love very bit of this heart.
You say I am a beast?
Look at you, I know you have done sins.
I am a dark being.
I love the screams and moans of pain and lust.
I just don't know what happened to that little girl you had once seen.
Laughing, playing...
Now crying and imbalanced.
I have made a doll.
It has the heart that I cradled.
It looks just like him.
He talks to me.
Calls me "Little Dove"
At night 'he' comes alive and kisses me with those sharp teeth.
Killing me with his poisoned kiss.
That wretched smile drives me insane.
His a demon, bursting out if my chest.
Putting his ****** doll like hand on my pale white cheek.
I am paralyzed in time.
I love him ever so.
He says to me that me can make me a world of blood.
He makes me dream of haunted things.
Wounds, stitches, knives and more lovely,
Blood...
I am happy that he can make my world come true.
I love that I am crazy, because he makes me feel better.
I love you, demon of my dreams.
...
He has left me.
Without no warning,
just left me in this tattered white dress stained with our blood.
He said he will come back.
He never returned.
I still hear his demotic voice at night yearning for his kiss.
Wanting to feel his warm body against mine.
Feeling his doll-ish hand caressing my body.
I awaken to a ear wrenching noise.
I found him dying on the ground
He said he loved this dark and ****** side of me,
and to let go of this love that we had.
I went to the window and started sobbing.
Harder and harder.
No tears slid down my face.
I saw what he was dying for.
He had made me my world of hurt.
I love you Abaddon.
Thank you for loving me.
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 12:36 PM UTC
I was lynched
In the rainbow of interpretations
In your ravages of prism
I was pelted
In the abaddon of reckless expectations
In your worst of nightmares
I collided with your sooty clouds
Knocked off my heat
As you beat drums
At my crooked harvests
Though rainstorms wounded me
Who knew your gallantry was contagious?
Soaked feet dropped daunting drops
Who knew your blew- out sufferings
At me poured strength?
I was poised
In the rainbow of possibilities
In your gleaming prism..
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC
My hands fit to your waist,
so perfectly,
so effortlessly,
I could swear we were crafted together.
Your lips feel so good on mine, that,
when I'm feeling down,
like the world is against me
(it probably is),
just the thought of your delicate skin
gracing Abaddon with the most divine of touches
is enough to soothe the charcoal soul
of Lucifer (her)self.
Lying awake at night was so
dreadful
before you were around.
I never want to sleep because I can hear the smile
in your voice.
Sometimes, I see the stars,
and I trace the crinkles of your
beautiful eyes
in the astounding wonderland
God crafted solely for you.
God, God, I love what you do to me.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 5:01 AM UTC
Lost
in a body
she should have had all her life.
Yet
she doesn't
know who she really is.
Dark
is what
she was made of.
An Angel
is who
she began as.
Then
with Lucifer
she fell.
Purple
and black
hair that falls down her back.
Piercing
purple eyes,
the color of African violets.
The Stench
of death
surrounds her.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
If you had savored the venerable's vulnerability
You might not had detected the lion's
piquancy
The overstrain of exhilarated excellence
Grounds them in the abaddon of disaster and nuisance
The criticism's eyes stare wild at their wisdom
The unripened harvests of the press nurture
Extremes, ethics, etiquette
Their emeralds douse to Scarlets...
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 1:39 PM UTC
Framing a quaint perspective
Pertaining metaphorical abased character
Shoulders of ridiculous initiatives
******* the pleasure of the sweetest nectar
Evaluating by rough deformities
Framing a quaint perspective
With dignity of formalities and amenities
Portraying ****** sketches of victims
Sufferer in the mouth of cannon
Soul in deep dark abaddon...
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 9:24 AM UTC
Dear Godzilla,
Kraken,
Scylla,
Mokele-Mbembe,
Baphomet,
Tiamat,
Typhoon,
Abaddon,
Leviathan,
and Sargon.
Just engulf us and end this misery.
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 11:06 AM UTC
"Oh! There growls a sultry silhouette
The dense dreary poor soul
Shadow bickering seduction
As it swing round and round
But what's guarding it?
A Lord or his own companion
Who once lived or has been living
In its own pitiful pit
It's maybe a ghost, man
Gosh! Where has it gone?
Probably the darkest abaddon
To meet its other keen souls
And then the reverberation of rifle
Piercing the peace of the jungle
Arouses the croaked verdict
Defying the dumb appeal
An innocuous incredible creature gone
A tigress along with three cubs were shot..
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC