"azazel" poems
Hazel. Hand in my hand, falling from great heights. My skin, my salvation. Hay-zelle. More a way of breathing than a way to pronounce ones name. Hay. Zelle.
He was H, just H on weekends. Haze in his business, teenagers calling on him to supply them with a haze of their own. He was ****** to his followers, 'whom God strengthens.'. But in my hands, he was always Hazel.
Was there someone before him? No. In fact, had there been previous exposure to one of his caste there would may have been no Hazel at all. Like muddled eyes his name refers to was he. An ocean inside of the mudslide in me. You can always count on the broken-hearted for a fistful of metaphors and similes that make nothing of themselves to you.
Souls and bodies, the ones that have chosen an orbit in the universe of me, this is what I loved like Hades to Persephone. Look at this sole pomegranate seed.
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 1:52 AM UTC
If I was a witch
I would split the Earth
thousands of miles away
into good and bad and **** the oppressed.
If I was a witch
I would see red rats
gnawing week old carcasses
and talk to house cats.
If I was a witch
I would ask a cat
Can you help me summon
the ****** or a demon
engulfed in fire red as rats?
If I was a witch
the cat would answer
Sure, would you prefer
Lucifer or Volond?
Perhaps ****** or Old Scratch?
If I was a witch
I would not care
what a devil or demon spoke to me
or how hot his igneous breathe was
when he said
I'll help you take Salem
one farmer at a time.
If I was a witch
I would change my name
from Tituba
to Agatha
and boil broth
morning sunset to night sunrise.
Oct 5, 2010
Oct 5, 2010 at 10:45 AM UTC
Oh brother, loved brother
Bless my arm and bless my blade,
For the sinners of our world must be baptized in blood and fear.
Sweet brother, kind brother
Bring my soul into your shade,
For tonight I cut apart the ones who killed our mother dear.
Vengeful brother, destructive brother
All I’ve seen and all I’ve done,
God won’t forgive me when I make this tainted oath to thee.
Dark brother, dead brother
You can't even hear me can you?
Yet a man who has lost everything can take no further fee.
Poor brother, scarred brother
You didn’t deserve to suffer death,
And so tonight I will avenge you with your spirit at my back.
Good brother, just brother
With every meaningless breath,
I will plunge myself in sin until my soul has turned black.
My brother, absent brother,
Things just always seem the same,
Though I give away my time my effort; sweat, blood and bone.
Pure brother, holy brother,
I will **** in your name
Because it’s easier than accepting the darkness that’s my own.
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 12:02 PM UTC
these pieces / found in mud / beneath the water / where we stitched them / as feathers / on Michael’s spine / and ****** / kisses you / like God / could fear you
may dirt / on your jawbone / make you holy / and blood / on your mouth / make you thirst / and you / in moments / as glory
and we prayed / we prayed / we pray
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
On this, My most darkened hour,I wait for whatever is creeping.
I dare not drift, for it will catch me for sure if I am sleeping.
The single candle flickers on, and off again, Twitching under the somber ceiling, and I hear it once again;Slowly, surely creeping!
Why? Why is time passing so slowly?! Where is the coming morning?
The wind outside is howling, lamenting premature my death for sure
While the rain outside is pouring! Outside the room the floorboards creak,
While inside, windows leak as if blood were running to the flooring!
And to the ghostly chorus adds some hell-bent creature clinkety-clinking its ungodly mooring!
The high-backed chair is giving no support, and to myself I gain no rapport
To bargain for my own thoughtless soul! Outside, I still hear it creeping
And it brings my person to mindless weeping at the thought of it reaping my god-fearing being as it's goal!
****** comes! It's closer stealing! Now it's at my door! There's nowhere to run And the wooden gate starts to creaking! Is that what I think! Good God Yes! Parched bone from behind is peeking, and with it I set to screaming!
Yes! This, is my most darkened hour! I come face to face with what is creeping! My soul blackens as this horror twisted from the depths of hell comes reaching, Flame red eyes and un-naturally twisted limbs for soul-reaping!Chains all around, deadened smell as it grabs for me, clinkety-clinking! My screams grew as I saw in full view what had been so slowly, surely creeping!
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 5:12 PM UTC
God felt pity on what had came of Adam and Eve
So he created Aapo and blessed him with the goddess Ece
Many nights and many days the lovers ruled over the land
But Aapo was weak to temptations and got killed by a siren
So Ece was left on her own, her heart was turning to stone
Because the lovers that came next , all kept on doing her wrong
Damian was too obsessed with getting under her dress
She still remember being deflowered then left with a ****** mess
****** was a little too rough , left her with bruises and scuffs
She use to love to smile but now she just don't smile enough
Lastly Camillio was her piece of joy but with her heart he would toy
Then one noisey night she found him in bed with a boy
Beautiful Ece you queen, the world has been doing you mean
Your way too precious for us, so she made her own death nice and clean
I wouldn't call it suicide cause the world killed her first
Its our fault our goddess is gone and now is covered in dirt
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC
The goat, it ran
With all its might
To escape bearing the blame.
The goat, it ran
Far out of sight
Until it bore great pain.
The goat had thought
It escaped flood
With the cover of night’s veil,
But then, the goat had realized
Blood
Was dripping from his tail.
Oct 6, 2024
Oct 6, 2024 at 8:39 PM UTC
"A Heavenly exile exists until Light returns unbroken to its source. There is no Light without Darkness, and no Darkness without Light. At every step we take there are worlds upon worlds before us, every journey has a secret destination of which the traveller is unaware; right work and diligence will bring out the hidden reward. Never seek to imitate the spiritual path of another. Forgetfulness is exile, remembrance is redemption fore true knowledge comes from the heart; see oneself with all your heart, with both your impulses seek peace within. Have you a scripture that promises you whatever you choose, and having died once shall die no more. That you shall have what you yourselves ordain''.
Spake the invisible fallen angel, the ruler of those who give that gain by giving, whose appearance would **** most with fright.
"With Song we can open the gates of Heaven, cleaving to God-
Here I am, I am present and just as the celestial stream flows on forever without ceasing, so must one see that his own river and spring shall not cease in the world and that a prayer without devotion is not prayer''.
Continued, Eblis the jinnee, with a breath of awareness upon the tip of a flaming xipoid tongue. The same of which he was made and used also to question the Almighty Maker, having before the fall asked,
''Me thou hast created of smokeless fire, And shall I reverence a creature made of dust?''.
But of this most men have no knowledge and a curse that is causeless does not alight with devil's luck or diabolism's sortilege no matter what one wishes.
ELEETE J MUIR
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 10:25 PM UTC
They've sent me to the devil,
I've come to know his ways,
I've come to know the evil,
It's haunted my nights and days,
Though, is it truly his fault?
For what I have come to do,
This could all be for naught,
The things I've done to you,
I've pinned it on Abbadon,
Avoiding the guilt I feel,
The reason that you're gone,
A product of my free will,
There's no one but me to blame,
You're my candle, I've snuffed the flame.
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 1:59 AM UTC
What reality isn’t illusion,
When the pain is so real.
Slaves to our insecurities,
How much can we heal?
And when we can’t?
When to bear witness is to behold humanity.
Our Depth.
Our Sorrow.
Where do we guide our empty sacrifices?
To God or to ******
Jesus wept and the people blinked.
God died and no one mourned.
I will be with him in trouble
In all that distress, he too was distressed
Him and not an angel
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 5:58 AM UTC
a gloriously beautiful man and angel
cast down to heavens
for his pride and rebellious streak,
sympathizing the tempting evil, Satan.
then is a fallen angel commiserating
the iniquity of a sinner who needed it most,
whose name and itself is a scapegoat,
to him ascribe all sin and darkness,
the corruption of humanity,
as he himself is chained
to the rough and jagged rocks,
awaiting the vicious torment,
just like a scapegoat sinner in dire need
of common humanity's prayer.
IA
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 11:19 AM UTC
Be still when you feel like shaken.
Resist the thougth of sadness or you will be taken.
If life tries to hurt you try not to stumble.
Each time a thorn ****** you , you should not crumble.
No pain can linger in a strong hearted soul.
Christ is with you and with his all.
Embrace him well and you shall not fall.
New light always comes during sunrise.
Open your love to the one true christ.
Vast as the universe he knows it all.
Even in darkness he'll make you stand tall.
Lean only on the god almighty.
And he shall bless you with countless bounty
Leap with your faith unto the lord
Even ****** would lose with his demon hordes.
Defy evil and believe the mesiah.
Deny old lucy and praise queen maria.
And all will be well according to isiah.
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 9:31 PM UTC