"cthulu" poems
High above and brave;
Taunting the waters below.
With this bridge we have conquered
Open spaces
And Time opens its wings
To let us pass without aging.
Who ages on the bridge?
No one.
Children are arrested in a state
Of wondrous apprehension.
The old forget gravity's pull
On their brittle bones.
It is a marvelous thing that connects
Our world to
Middle Earth and Rivendell; the great
Castle of Gormenghast, Narnia and
The fathomless depths of Cthulu; the
Temples of the Oracles; the lost rock
Walls of the Necropolis; the emerald
Towers of Oz; the Memorial to Krypton
In the Fortress of Solitude; the waters of
Lethe; the expanse of Midgard and the
Rainbow Bridge; Mount Olympus;
Daedelus' Labyrinth; the Inferno, the
Purgatorio and the Paridisio; the dark
Forest's of Pan; and the broad field's of
Chiron.
And the galaxy of stars, of worlds destroyed
And created by your Will, that shapeshifter
Of Prima Materia that stretches out in
The limitless space that is your mind.
This ancient construction of arched
Rock, mankind's greatest achievement
That draws the curious, the adventurous
Without verdict or punishment, and gives
Them the ability to walk on air, defeating
The current of death that rushes
Obliviously below.
Oct 23, 2010
Oct 23, 2010 at 4:12 PM UTC
It’s not much, I mean, but
uh, nothing, sorry, man I got butterfingers
slippery as my tongue, here
did you drop something, are you sure?
cause my thump-thumping heart dropped
so hard to the floor when it knew you were near
that it bounced right back up
right where it goes, then straight out my crown chakra,
only to dissipate and erupt
into Truth
the literal and the metaphorical
allegorical nebulas that resonate in full high-definition colour the way
all Nine symphonies played simultaneously
would look
sedimentary, like a cheesecake
when I first saw you, something
shifted in my horoscope with the same scope and scale
of a modern Greek myth – Prometheus rising, fire
in the eyes of one woman, that’s all
all Aphrodite could gather up—fix it to the mainstay, Odysseus
let’s get to it, in siren seas, eating weeds to survive
if there’s nothing left when Cthulu
comes alive, I hope at least
I’ll get to talk to you at a party
like, once, where we’ll mix some more
mythologies
Once Inana birthed the world, and Spider Woman showed her how
I could show you how Saraswati
makes music, and old Bacchus stays on his feet
Care to play my Isis? If that makes me Osiris
then drown me, chop me up. Throw my body
to Mr. Lucifer; the Morrigan will come to inspect your ****
and finding it satisfactory
will whisk you away somewhere better
How’s that last part sound to you, eh?
there’s not much left to waste in the techno age
of “nothing in moderation,” with all our
degradation,
defamation,
discrimination,
and mild inflammation caused by
nonspecific anxiety medications
in our nation of constant false elation,
so
my point is time
the one thing we got left to waste
is time, and I’m a dedicated pacifist, but
I wouldn’t mind killing
some of that, with you
Let’s blow this pop stand
and go hunting.
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
I didn't eat for three days
so I could be lovely
like Yolandi Visser who's above me
if I don't eat meat
will there be extra room on my seat?
for adventures- oh
I wanna live like louis
cause you're so aw
and I'm so ew
should be the other way around
but I'm bowin on the ground
you a she-ra
he-ra
no ska
hip-hop double dutch
south paw
fighting like a gang from the hood
grew up on the rough streets
of GV
oh Jeez
so tough
smoke ****
post a pic of my blunt
love to hunt
'cause I'm so cool
be jealous of me
and my shirt that say skee
****** with the fuckbois
guys,
I think I need to grow up
haha
jk
messin with the sub
tellin my mom to shut up
I smell like shtub
ugh
I'm so oppressed right now
white privelage is hard
I'm a smart teen
marred
as an ignorant delinquent
teeth clinquant-
I can be eloquent
but I'm treated like an infant
so frequent
I act like a miscreant
nobody seems to understand
I don't even think I do
get that lotion 'way from me
gotta get tanned-
uh
dya see my abbs
dya see me ***
I'm a piece of meat
rare and raw
with seasoning
dress code
don't tell me otherwise
underneath american skies
it's all about your size
supersize the food
downsize your weight
keep it down
keep it low
till gravity
brings you crashing down
in a geneva gown
close-rubbin-
gap thighs
'cause it's
mcm
wcw
tbt
to when I did fbf
anacronyms
I don't even know how to spell it
what a ****
bathroom wall vandalism
"fat *****
haha
so gangsta
so tough
I have it so rough
middle class white kid
you've got to be kidding me
praise cthulu
giant squid.
meme
2k15
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 1:04 PM UTC
This pumice really rubs me the wrong way.
Matadors moisturize with oil of ole.
Heidegger has moves like Jagger.
Any critic - Jaeger; Typhoid Mary - plaguer.
Who's the top chef that goes derpa derp derp?
Wyatt Earp.
I'll drain the swamp like Dagobah's.
A Clovis Person. Legolas.
The nipple's best on chicken breast.
Pin that on your Pinterest. To show all the dispossesed.
Witness Godwin's Law at work:
****** you're a ****
Pick up the phone and call Cthulu.
Get hung up on by Shaka Zulu.
Chalupa mis huevos, says the chihuahua.
Hey Tarzan. Ungawa.
Jesus walked across Titicaca.
Crane thinks the Bridge is over.
Biddy bah bah.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
Solar cycle 25 I got nothing to hide
Eclipse pictorial scripts form the Letter C
narrate your soul to me
these prophets
Analyze
artists
Through the
Intelliegent interface the sound they crave degrades those at the rave.
sound speech of the DEAD i wrote it in red
Time travel in my head
As your emulating my lead base look at your face how do you turn it to gold? Do you know?
You lost your ritual rights
I can prove who's the nicest tonight
scientific hypothesis you show hate with your fake third eye conscious
The cold wind warms my darkness
you can't claim to be an archer
if your not above all TARGETS
star seeds get ****** they don't cherish the gift
they take the risk
to "ATTEMPT" to defeat my spirit
remix it
feed it to their young
these words got you sprung
second guessing your cunning with the phony style your running,
man but you got to try something!
See that's the mind **** you're lost
YOU CAN'T COPY ME OR RETURN TO A LIFE OF FAKE BALLAST.
Sharpen the dullest rip my skin off for more notes on all quotes discovered.
The oracle Cthulu helps me write the unusual
IT'S NOT LUCRATIVE BECAUSE I REFUSE TO SELL TO THE STUPID- Sike they all in -to it!
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 7:44 PM UTC
It all makes sense to me now.
Every circle I've been through.
Every loophole in my behavior identified.
But how to break this vicious cirkel of self neglect,
self medication and lack of self respect?
I burn incense, candles
and lay out tarot cards.
'
No answers, no clarity, not a slight hint from the universe.
Desperation sets in as I tumble deeper down the rabbit hole.
I'm looking for answers
but that is like looking for a glimpse to see what's under Alice her skirt.
Absolutely pointless.
I go round and round and round like I'm groveling in my own ***** and self pity.
And today I woke up.
And today I got the answer.
ALL HAIL CTHULU!
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 6:47 AM UTC
Your stocking welts & black seams
Seem to be the only thing I think about,
Why must it be that way?
Why can’t I get you out of my mind?
& think of other things
Besides the lingerie you wear
Every night, or almost every night
When I look like hell
& You are a glamour girl
All dolled up like a Barbie doll
In black seam stockings & lingerie
You make me believe in goddesses
& The enchantments they spin—
I’ll stay under your spell willingly
Like a drowning man or a burning man
Or a floating man,
Or whatever kind of man is Adam to your Eve
You so like a magician with 1,000 doves up your sleeve,
But the dinner gloves come off,
Slowly, one then the other,
The wait is like forever,
The moon getting stuck in the trees
& I see you is stereoscopic 3-D
Just like everything else these days;
Through the knothole
In your bathroom wall
Can you see me? I am the Invisible Man of your dreams,
Culled from the depths of Freudian reveries,
I danced with Cthulu at the ball of mysteries,
Can you see me, really see me?
Any serious doubt on the merits of surrealism is a fruitful discussion.
The phrase, “The window walked through the door, ”
For it’s simplicity opens up in one a queasy sense,
Can such things occur we ask ourselves,
Knowing full well (and concealing crippling doubt over the same)
That such things cannot.
I wish I had a tool that I could use
To make you step out of your sleepy corridor
And open the shuttle door.
I’d like to see you **** descending a staircase.
I want to see your seven faces.
You are one of the most beautiful things alive
And the reason for war.
I saw you drowning your several faces in the bathtub,
Dying the marble the color of flesh,
Sipping champagne & smoking a cigarette.
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 4:28 AM UTC
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh C'thulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 1:49 PM UTC