"corruptor" poems
Take me to your room.
Let me through the doors
where your adventures run
barbaric and sinful;
and the opposite of that.
The core of your imagination
where the mountains grow heavy
Where you dream in endless dimensions.
I am the innocent corruptor of your lands.
Take me to the deepest caves of your secrets
Take me to the tallest mountain
enclosed by the heaviest Cimmerian clouds
cascading your loudest tears of sadness,
then lead me across your sturdy bridge
where the tears fall with joy and laughter.
I want to take it all in
Steal your thoughts and paint
a picture using you as my only instrument.
I am the innocent corruptor of your lands.
Let me step inside your little universal island
Where your password is …
And words are used silently
Our language is silence and poetry,
Emotion is felt in its severest
I want to visit every season through your eyes
I want to meditate with your greens and blues
Swim through your a thousand suns
dive off of cliffs and fall into a sea of honey
Stand on trees positioning The Vitruvian Man
and let the bees shower us clean- how natural is this in your world.
Let us walk through the desert of confusion,
where my name is crying out in pain-
in this expanse you suffocate,
for my name alone binds
around your throat and tugs.
and I am the innocent corruptor of your lands.
With this land I shall leave alone.
I want to lay asleep with you hand in hand
and watch our souls exit our bodies together
hand in hand creating a portal of another land.
This shall be a dream alone.
A dream within a dream
perhaps we go back to the end of a cold November
and attend your birth and steal the tears of delight
You are a universe of three worlds, and within them is infinity
You are so young and unaware
of what I planted in you.
I am the author of your being.
Grow into me and I will watch you like a mother
and raise you as a madman.
Take me by my spirit and watch me
illuminate yours with my black lotuses
that bloom within me attached to the veins of my soul.
Sleep under the orange blossomed moon.
Lay while I embed this into you, lover child.
I will forever be the corruptor of your lands.
-Arizona
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 8:40 AM UTC
"But do you know,
I'd like to corrupt you
in the loveliest ways?"
"oh dear..."
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
beam me up, Scotty!
hundred percent proof Gaelic,
drawn from a shaft of wheat,
near Glasgow, or in the Canines
mountain range - strange that
so few mountain ranges are called
Canines - all weathered protruding -
man perfected the mountain,
constructed a mountain improvement
in Egypt... but reduced it to a status
of tomb, every stone a man dead,
and inside the womb of fancy
gold, no books... just gold and a
zombie flesh, papyrus rotten -
imagine waking up in the afterlife looking
like a ******* mummy - i'd rather wake
up like the Brahmin stated: elemental,
fiery, ****** off - yeah, i know, the part
where we get to be part of the geological
history, compressed, burnt in diesel...
i don't mind the "covered in cow-shit"
that much, surfs up on the Ganges;
**** alba corruptor primus*.
that's how Latin translates - the verb before
the adjective - in Anglo-Saxon
the arithmetic is white man, prime corruptor.
**** the poem was about ****** Muslims...
well, i have a pair of aces and we're
rightly gambling solidarity...
Jalaluddin Rumi... and Omar Khayyan...
they were piss-heads, winos and worse off
than the last Tsar of Russia, hashish smokers...
poets, defilers... what else?!
i'm not going for a citation, that's too scientific,
just trust me on this one, no one sober in
the right frame of mind writes words like that,
sanity and sobriety doesn't work like that,
you can stack supermarket shelves with
packaged goods, but poetry? nah, no regime,
all spontaneity - the similar thrill of theft -
you steal blanks and write whatever is jeopardy;
i swear to Allah the brimstone knee-bender,
if your people don't start dipping their soul
in the fiery water of the second to none Styx
that's εθαε i'll be worried - dudes, you have
a reputation for pristine Persian poetry...
i'm done.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC
*since no inspection from the untaming spectator
corruptor said, sinkhole may not have abduction
governing through the skills and power of possession
manipulation of resources gains from the uprising.
hence person of interest
created a Triads of crest
no more - no less
go for it, do mess
fence with a perimeter of staplings indulgence
keeping the dark secret floating by influence
bitter-sweet memories punctuated in by offense
higgledy-piggledy moments
of so true lies to dispense
sense of time and chime framing into a collage
not knowingly the insight of the other conspiring colleague
hot stuffy might get play by the edged ruler
*** of a golden word tightly encoded bolder
dense heritage is one of the hesitancy
privacy of those possibilities dare to disperse
inverse and reinvest the so called benefit of the doubt
sought out the figuring depth of outcome versus rehearse
Mar 13, 2022
Mar 13, 2022 at 3:39 PM UTC
I prefer to remain unknown,
Even to myself, opening up,
Part of me leaves it with you,
Parts I cannot lose.
My form from the former of,
The firmament, I’m told there’s
Only grey, only what man can
Stand but surely healer,
The dance of angels flickering,
Dark shows us the way, through the,
Grey into the light of day, show us,
A way from the darkness at bay,
I ask of you which parts of ,
Me you need to keep pent up,
Bound and kept from me,
Bound but surely jailer,
The flickering of demons, shimmering,
Gloaming shows us another through the,
Light into the dark of night, obscure us,
From the light of day, my favourite game,
My form now in the form of,
The corruptor of the firmament,
Only sickened black, Only what man,
Stands but surely never,
I need to lose but surely healer,
A way from the darkness at bay,
Bound but surely jailer,
The piercing light of day.
I must remain unknown,
Jumbled thoughts in my scatter-brained domain,
Parts of my essence, I share with you,
Wild chaos, my mind we must subdue.
Our form, a cosmic creation I am,
Whispered secrets, in grey, I comply,
Bafflingly told man’s realm viewed,
Stand firm, heal, in the tumultuous brew.
Angels cohort, flicker in the void,
Lost in the labyrinth, shadows deployed,
Guidance in chaos, through the murky hue,
Unrestrained journey, a delirious breakthrough.
Verily I question you, what's within to lock,
Thoughts to confine, in madness we frock,
Bounded and concealed, reality askew,
In this disarray, guardianship’s review.
Angels’ wild dance, sparks do ignite,
A Chaotic romp, through the grey light,
Into the day’s revelry, a mind askew,
Unravelling the night, in unhinged debut.
Demons flicker, a shimmering gleam,
In the eerie twilight, a bewildering dream,
Through the light’s abyss, we eschew,
Madness obscuring, as we spiral through.
In this form, a shaper of discord, I yearn,
Sickened blackness, man’s world we spurn,
Unshackled, a healer in this retinue,
In the chaos’ maelstrom, we’ll discern the truce.
To lose and find, in this madness I embrace,
A path through insanity, in this bewildering space,
Confined and unshackled, a paradoxical crew,
In the relentless glare, our minds we’ll place anew.
I must remain unknown,
Disjointed thoughts are my azure domain,
Bits of my essence, I share with who?
Wild chaos, our minds we must renew.
My form, a cosmic creation, am I?
Whispered truths, in light, we climb,
Secretly told, our realms view,
Stand firm, heal, in the tumultuous brew.
Angels thoughts, flicker in the firmament,
Found in the labyrinth, shadows destroyed,
Guidance in chaos, through the murky blue,
Unrestrained journey, a delirious breakthrough.
I answer you, what's within to lock?
Bounded and concealed, reality askew,
Thoughts to confine, in madness we frock,
In this disarray, guardianship’s review.
Demons wild dance, embers are ignited,
Chaotic romp, through the grey blight,
Into the day’s revelry, a mind askew,
Unravelling the night, in unhinged debut.
Angels flicker, a shimmering gleam,
In the eerie twilight, a damaged seam,
Through the light’s abyss, we eschew,
Madness obscuring, as we power through.
In this form, a shaper of discord, I burn,
Sickened blackness, man’s world we churn,
Unshackled, a healer in this retinue,
In the chaos’ maelstrom, we’ll discern the truth.
To lose and find, in this madness I embrace,
A path through insanity, in this bewildering space,
Confined and unshackled, a paradoxical view,
In the relentless glare, our minds we’ll place anew.
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 10:44 AM UTC
Sleep, sweet child
I’ll watch over you
Even after my eyes have worn out
And I’ve leaked the last of my plastic pellets
I watched over your father
Even though, for awhile
I was lost to him
Because of the original corruptor
But, I came home
And brought back
The last shred of good from his childhood
I’ll keep the monsters
Under the bed
And in the closet
I will turn on the light
I will be there
Long after I’m gone
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC
I’m corruption
But you are my corruptor,
Ever since I met you
I now go home and wash the stench of the day away with sin,
Such a sweet and pleasant scent it is,
Truly I am addicted
And because of you
I have been changed into something greater Then I once was,
And slowly I am becoming the person I am meant to be.
Or am I….
Throughout the years of embracing the darkness of this world
I have come to realize that in fact you are the darkness,
And I am nothing more than the entertainer,
In your lonely life.
You keep me around to fill the void that you placed within yourself.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 2:47 PM UTC