"abraxas" poems
kindness eats
least of all we defeat our enemies cheaply
steep the leaves in hot water gently
keep enemies close to you and weapons even closer
our friends are like sunbeams
I jump in the water
your sun-burned back is peeling
out loud you remind me
not to bend down too quickly
she hounds me with her questions
lessons on arithmetic
I’m so sick of it
histrionics and sonic lectures
his tricks are onto it
moronic manic accidents
red lions with long necks
deflect authority and wager on credit
the outcomes are certain
all will fade away indefinitely
understand this and measure your life
by breaths and not complexity
densities are hiding in visionary lightning
finding new faculties every moment
we are swift in our limitless
capacity for adaptation
a refulgent emulsion
immersed in water and poetry
under the highest authority
or just higher scrutiny
wrapped in a paranoid blanket
of heightened security
all is being watched right now
as judges redefine your beauty
if you are truly interested
in finding happiness
you must understand
that all magic is abraxas
and satisfaction unceasingly attacks this
as we collapse upon the backs
of ecstatic languages....
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 12:49 PM UTC
Yeah it's one shot one ****
Plottin' against my enemies will soon to be killed
Bullets feedin' ya last meal
Dope rhymes sedatin' like pharmacy pills
Since hataz got no chill heads I'll drill now you leakin' out like oil spills
Or a radiator angelic caters none could create a
Flows nasty as mine poppin' a multiplicity of shells I'm one of a kind
Thoughts intertwined
****** into a demons intervention contenders in suspension from the soul lynching
Caught in the realms of heaven and hell & you can smell
The ashes burning fermentin'
time runnin' slower than molasses
My murders be classic enemies dramatic causin' static
Shoot more than Bird combined with Magic
Workin' my Johnson on the tracks tonsils sittin' as a hip hop consul underground magul
**** longer than Repunzels hair follicles
Cookin' up sigils into a *** of gold no rainbow snortin' sir nose
D'void of Funk rattlin' the earth from the bass in my trunk blazin' skunks
Abraxas I'm embracin' one of my goetias when facin' ain't no replacin'
Fools givin' chase
and to tastes of demonic faces
My flows replenish like **** laces
Blunts turn into ashes dump it out on the masses
Epidemic mase deaden your pace hazardous like toxic waste
Adversaries don't wanna face
Off like Nicolas to Travolta livin' in an ultra violent culture
Cleatin' into ya flesh I be the stalkin' Vulture mulchin' ya
'til ya
A dissembled particle blank photo in the article from curvin' emcees with my surgical
lyrical sickle stare into ya eyes as the blood trickles
Down ya body you easily brickled rhymes artificial
My soul sour as a pickle no tickles
Could move me or influence thee my legacy
Lay cinematography like A. Hitchcock in the 50s huh
Ya soon to be a death reel for thrills
Rememeber
All I need is one shot one **** forreal!!!!
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC
"From the tip of my tongue a New World, in the palm of my hand it sits,"
"...and the fruits are found in my pocket, as I consume ever-more of it!"
"I am the conservative Republican; I am the progressive Liber-al,"
"For I am both sides of his will -man’s mind the master of it all!"
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC
The universe that i know contains infinite infinities
The more i travel the more i see and more you think
There's an abyss of abraxas in dylan dog's comics
Here's an enstraged ghost of che on the motorcycle
We made it plausible for the pagat ultimo's elegance sake
We seek for the most Beautiful to crash us like soft waves
The immortal Beauty is the terror for the mortal passangers
The immortal Elegance is shown as an unforgettable life's style
You want the depth, you play games, cast spells, and reinvent
You want to become a persona grata, the gravity ***** you in
Today i thougt how nice is to draw a bit for a change
Today you didn't like to have hollidays from a belief
I have to acknowledge the worthwile sands of time
I have to succumb to universal subconsciousnesses
Mine unimportance is a hanging shall on a tied stallion
Mine thoughst fly high as two falcons toward your star
Thine tea is served with blood, sweat, and entrapement
Thine turtle is a giant alive planet, a colourful mounted
One
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 10:38 AM UTC
Just know, it's not your fault.
No, It's not your fault .
The Mind betrays the heart.
But no, it's not your fault.
It's not like you could know.
Paths you were meant to walk.
All paths will over grow.
Being lost is not your fault.
Your human form stays lost.
The soul will pay no cost.
It's created to bathe in light.
No darkness is your fault.
Oars ****** you toward a call.
You'll get weak, and you'll stall.
The sea will never calm.
No struggle is your fault.
Know that it's not your fault.
Your heart takes all the shots.
It's running from your mind,
And no, It's not your fault
For, all will over grow.
The sea will never calm.
And no, it's not your fault.
Just know, it's not your fault.
©
Derek Abraxas
"The Quantum Bound Poet"
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 4:01 PM UTC
I've melted between the cracks of time.
Lost and found, dead and prime.
A ghost, a man. My fractured twin.
Collapsing as the light steps in.
I am only real when I can be seen,
Existing as nothing in moments between.
An echo that’s held in quantum breath.
Inevitable, superposed, ego death.
In the quantum rift, I’m free yet bound.
I'm dead but prime, lost and found.
Through a quantum fate, I twist and bend.
Observed, I mend just to break down again.
A visible ghost of a once kneeling king.
In the moment I was seen, I had lost everything.
Outside of perception, I exist in-between.
Fluctuating from the seen into the unseen.
Through one slit I'll grow. The other, decay.
But I am all. In all ways. The blood in my own veins.
Observe me as I am—I expand to retract,
Observing creates realities and I'm never looking back
Do you even truly know? Which "Me" is the true?
The matter that you saw, Or the energy you knew?
I'm an infinite soul, in quantum’s eternal high,
Reduced to a dream, in the gaze of your eye.
© Derek 'Abraxas'
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 4:50 PM UTC
Poets in motion
Guitar Lord s Loud
Jimi at the Red House
riffin' proud
Sing Janis "Ball and chain"
John McLaughlin's twelve string
Edgar Johnny white as snow
broke all hearts on "Tobacco Road"
Can never forget Jimmy Page
"Highway to Heaven" is center stage
Eric "The God" "tears in heaven" played
as Santana "Abraxas" displayed
raw emotion skill complex
enough to make one's soul reflect
And an Allman Brother, Dickie Betts
surely we shall not forget
Tom Petty learned to fly
and listening I thought
"Why can't I?"
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
Life and Death form the grand spiral of time
To take heart, diamond or garlic, and cully sleep
Providing the baptism for the dead who will
Not understand the sword and sorcery of the
Eternal Tables avowed solipsism upon the astral
Realm of unmanifested being.
A deity twin-saviour, an ineffable Tuat
Child of the child- The axiom of the
Four Last Things; A fetch whom obsecrated
Anubis and Abraxas to combat the
Hell's on the one hand and to sustain
The Heaven's on the other,
An aletheia spirit return carrying a
Hand of Glory which licked the expanse
Carnal dust to link metempsychosis
Assignation and arise a spiritual gewiyya
That a saint in heaven would grieve to see.
ELEETE J MUIR
Mar 28, 2022
Mar 28, 2022 at 8:30 PM UTC
here am I
blinking inside nothingness
wailing the variants of myself
trapped inside an endless loop of divine searching
together with my beast; the twin snakes of frequencies
here is the creator
for alpha and omega are also everything in between
and between the alpha and omega; are everything
I am the good and the poor; the fertile and the arid
banished the bad away I put those shadows inside an avatar
and then they became you
Vanity, and Pride, and Wrath, and sins
are trying to return, to home, to Me, to their skins
so they became Legion on your earth
so you are the Legion
if any man will come after Me
let him deny himself, and follow Me
let you be love, for you were wrath
let you be love, for you were sloth
for it is you that created the netherworld
for you are, the netherworld
***
here am I
the hell forgiver
and when my aeon cycle meets and stops, you'll know
that I need to forgive you
to forgive Me
Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 8:11 PM UTC