"daemons" poems
My deformities decorate me
As if I were Persephone
Married to all that could incinerate me
I dance with daemons, but they do not consume me
Instead we rub up against each other, like
The good kind of scratch
Like the skins of fruits
And I delight
In the weight
Of cool scales that press my dress to my skin
And rest monster heads in the curve beneath my skin.
Great claws finding the fork tines of my fox spine, and I sing
O, Daemon Mine
O, Daemon Mine.
And they let go, and they sometimes even
Cry.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
Caged in a prison, high on a hill, actions ensued but didn’t quite fit the bill
Words of not-always transformed promises to forever,
Side by side, naught to hide,
despite the cloudy weather
A friend, a rock, a ship almost wrecked was looking to dock
Alone in the harbour, under the moonlight,
Ashamed,
The half-wreck shone bright for what it was famed.
Tough stains were covered, remains left undiscovered to be smothered by another
Heart still full of what was before, keen, loveful pursuers already knocking at the door
Cabin wide open: “Ahoy mateys! Ahoy!”
She soon set sail with the innocent boy.
Tides were rolling on peacefully by, some of them were low tides but mainly they were high,
When in need there was a shoulder upon which to cry
And the girl thought the boy would help her get by.
Way out at sea on a tropical isle the boy showed the girl daemons not seen in a while
Opened her up and dove right in, illustrated the flaws of reacting to whims
Open
Broken
Alone at sea,
the boy turned his back as she fell to her knees
Floundering, drowning, thrashing in the waves
The girl succumbed to what her daemon craves
Underwater tears remain unobserved
A not-so-sly Fox spoke of acts undeserved
An unsure girl, curled up, abashed
Covered up the act and watched her daemon be tamed
A ship in the darkness, a ship under the stars
Saved the girl and craved the girl and hoped she knew right
And Oh! How she flourished in this dependable new light
“Love and peace, me mateys!”: a new reason to fight
The boy on his island, soon to return,
Will see that the shipwreck upon which they met, though
not
yet
quite
perfect
Trawls the coast to find an isle of its own
And though different to first-envisaged, Bristol shall be its home.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 11:27 AM UTC
That ***** Named Desire
I had a succubus try to take my seed
in a dream today
I broke the connection and said
***** you gotta pay to playyyyyyy
You so used to controlling my desires
well, NOT ANYMORE
Best get on your knees and call me sire
“Sir you have the floor”
I wage war on the empire
of the realm of desire
So if you conspire to be in my line of fire
Don’t say I didn’t tell you,
You’ve earned my Ire.
The rhythm of my war drum goes:
BOOM BOOM KAT TiS KAT
OHHHHM
Mah heart BEATS ta da Rhythm of the
BOOM BOOM KAT TiS KAT
Dreeeeeiiim
We illuminate truth, or sooo it seeeeeeeeeeeeim
But still.....
The rhythm of my war drum BEATS:
BOOM BOOM KAT TiS KAT
OHHHHM
So I wage war on the realm of the evil fae
Ima PURIFY da demons until
dey take me away (screamed)
Bleed out into LIFE;
reverse the vampire effect
place succubi in a hearse
and drive them straight ta deaph
cause lately You been drivin me crazy
and making my will, focus, an determination
sooo haeeezzzzy
But NO MORE
cause now Its time to
Settle DA SKORE
Ritually open my wounds
and bleed acid on you
Don’t worry theres enough
cause your hackneyed and few
Ima chase the Daemons off
Smoke my dreads to their lungs
and make dem young cough
so offten I put em in a hot-boxed coffin
Now your outta breath
But im just not stoppin
huh (echo(
whats this? whats this....(echo(
Claws,
talons,
teeth,
and uh oh
Blood barrels stacked Its a wierd supply depot,
for that army growin
and growlin behind your eye, see though....
They Perma-
on your shoulders,
and now mine, Truth Show
!!!!!!1111RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!!!!!!!11
So my wings tear free of my back
For so long they’ve been bound and compact
I look to my lovers and brothers and CRy
Stand!
Pick up your weapons,
Humanity,
Its time to act
A TRUMPET BLOWS,
BEATING WINGS
THE DRUMS CONTINUE INTO THE DISTANCE
The rhythm of my war drum goes:
BOOM BOOM KAT TiS KAT
OHHHHM
Mah heart BEATS ta da Rhythm of the
BOOM BOOM KAT TiS KAT
Dreeeeeiiim
We illuminate truth, or sooo it seeeeeeeeeeeeim
But still.....
The rhythm of my war drum BEATS:
BOOM BOOM KAT TiS KAT
OHHHHM
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:08 PM UTC
Words are beautiful demons
Real magic
Sometimes black, every time light
Dark light
Bright light
Light it is
Daemons are as luminous as angels
Sharp knifes
An opera
Sometimes a smile.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 7:51 AM UTC
it's only that i want to
permeate particles like marie
curie did. lay your lungs out
on a slab and i will show you
intricacies in fissures. i don't know if i
want you inside me but i definitely
want you inside-out. the aches come
on worst in the morning and at
night, hold me in those moments like marie
curie would. demonstrate an interest
in the unseen and i will bring you
spectrometry. demonstrate an interest.
voices happen all day and i am
fixated. that friendly fire barely
shows herself at all anymore, only
in your absence, like an ill-conditioned
cat. i don't know if you noticed but
my boots are booking miles. my daemons
feed on a seed in my back, so do not
wag that tail. do not turn those beads
of fleshy water, there are magnets that
your cornea can't block. i'm past my
half life and you've passed your lethal dose,
so don't let me decay into an isotope
with half my strength. i'm leaving
traces on the walls you can scrape off
like brown ice. don't let me decay into
a softer neon. hold me tight like marie
curie died.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
The paradise of darkness is like a climactic and physiological déjà vu, where souls have been swallowed by ancient daemons amidst an **** of oral sacrifice.
Aren’t you tantalised by such forbidden seductions?
Although I am somewhat acquainted with the blackness of unfathomable depths of the ancient abyss, I sincerely call upon your superior wisdom to beckon me across craggy chasms of mathematical perplexity, where eternal ghosts wail with agonising obscurity from the turrets of architectural stronghold.
If you light a candle toward the incarnation of depravity and reveal the sacred circle, then I will ensure safe passage down those historical and spiral staircases where dungeons hold innumerable fetishistic secrets.
I am captivated by co-existing opposites.
Let us talk with the goat, and arrive at a mutually agreeable pact.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
girl full of demons
hospital bed of course
getting under my skin
psychedelics are her life
since she never had one to begin with
unique as a different colored bookmark
inside her Nietzsche book
breed. complacency. man. woman.
everything between
the ecstasy of snow in February
stuck with getting to know you
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC
I look at You
and I succumb,
I surrender:
all that I am
to all that is You
Sleep-walking, dream-gawking --
The daemons of centuries
sprawl out the hairs on their legs,
crawl into our skulls
through ears that hear
and bob their lobes
to the twang of sinew
threading together
the tongues of banshees
howling at the moon:
Leeches and ticks
crawl up our spine
when night mares gallop
through the swamp of maggots
crawling in the rye.
Eight and eight
still make one
when the knots are untied
and the gut is done:
All the unknowns,
the variable gales,
the possible parallels
and the impossible
imposters, two:
Fuel to the face of these fears
I look at You
and I succumb.
I surrender
to the daemons of centuries,
let them wash over in hues . . .
And I hold on,
because letting go,
this time,
is far more dangerous
than loving You
Is it not the death of eye
meeting death to eye
that ushers
Sacred offspring
out of the light
into the glowing arms of the womb?
Sleep-walking, dream-gawking --
I look at You
and I succumb.
I surrender:
all that I am
to all that is You
Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 1:26 PM UTC
Satanic anthems are bold, as they carry their message across undefined boundaries where infinity spreads her wanton features across the generations of history.
Boston reminds me of my historical roots, where Anglican tragedy submits her fornications in submissive rebellion.
With this in mind, let us use our fallible wills to travel together, across astral vistas where timeless plantations of hallucinogenic acceptance join hands around the mistress of the dark and her tantalising secretions.
Can we please communicate into the depths of the dawn in our debaucheries?
Feel the rhythm of unspeakable energies, as the pulse ripples through your eternal lusts.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, pen ink cries too:(
fines that cant be identified on the near
or the writes put on paper they die they cry
got my reasons for the sacred peasants and held daemons
nurtured weapons earned upon various treasons
came surrendered on your questioned gazes
that i fond a sweet spot on my unsolved mazes
unhealthy for the mind
my ears brought up to a permanent blind
you descend my pride
to fault on knees loose
cut on shortage of scenarios to choose
amazement on the major dominance captive of my shoes
leading calls to a song never told never sold
--------ravenfeels
Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 6:22 PM UTC
How fickle the heart
How fleeting the soul
The darkness within will always take hold
Begone I cried out
My daemons all snickered
In the glummest hour the candle light flickered
What trickery is this
These scars on my hands
I feel so heavy
I'm bound to this land
Round in circles my memories go
As the candle flickers so do my woes.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC
Anguished lavish
laureates has driven
me slightly mad
tangerine lemon rounds
Erudites of oolong parties
flying on the wreckages
of forgotten sideral castles
ice cubes crushed in the psychadelia
Nuances of never tomorrows,
slicky dew drops
glistening
jadded wells of deep thoughts
callin'
green algae lakes
emerging
Pale planes oozing
silvery Neptune forks
n'waves flyin'from above
witchery wands in love with wondrous comets
Thou sparkling dispersive
master machine mind
feedin' on
oak wooden spoons
tightly, tenderly
sippin'
magnified tinder
from thy glances
daemons of thy unconsciousness breathing
me *******
flow and ebb
thou chest ebb
and flows
bonvivants bountyful beams
The inflamable black
powder burnin'
to take off
like a swift rocket
like a swell day's
endless delight
*The gold
The pink
The brave new horizons*
Openin' grunges and volcanic
desires
pinnin' lovers, gluein' them to-
gether in a desperate gloom
of unforgiven erotica
And The Poems
who make you tremble
as a luscious cream on the top
of Thou Vicious Beauty
fenderstrater jaguars silent roar
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
A million different thoughts
What!
If!
How!
A duet it continues, a lamentation to oblivion
Assorted brain functions carry on like a clock keeping time
Not higher but primal try to carry on normality
The physical suffers as they inflict damage upon my tissues, organs and emotions
Practicality doesn't warrant candid thought
"Tell me about your childhood" Which one!!!
One battles to suppress the other and take its throne of light
It has no place in my mind in this irrelevant state of chaos
Then like a calm before a storm you could hear a pin drop in the void between my ears
They are neither here or there
The quantum moment of exchange
Everything becomes nothing
Nothing becomes everything
The dead emptiness for seconds as the transition takes place
As the vacuum of hopelessness once again ***** the lucid thoughts away
Tortuous like air from a dying man's lungs
Trying to cheat the ferry man
Not on his final journey, oh no that would be relief and sometimes prayed for to a god I don't believe in
But my now daily fight to refrain from losing myself into the abyss
I only focus on what I think I can balance between Rationality of day when I can maintain it
and screaming pain of turmoil at night
I live two lives split like continents, never touching again after they separated
Yet in binary to each others existence, a duet of spatial rage
It is the cold reality, my curse, my fate
Two individuals one body, arguing for supremacy
Both alert both sharp both denying the other audience
One during the waking hrs one during the slumber
A Duet of desperation as they battle to trade places
night for day, day for night
One a craftsman one a scholar
The church would call it possession
A physician a personality disorder
I call them my Daemons
Part of me yet all of me
You?
You may call us friends
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
Hanging on
with my teeth
in a hurricane
that's grief.
Rushing through
crushing me
breaking you
is there any more that it can do?
Power lines and taxi ranks,high street schools and country banks all in the air
where the hurricane brings nought but pain
and it always seems to ****** rain
when the winds outside decide to ride on the wings of daemons.
Then
the silence booms out ,shouts out to a waiting crowd,quite quietly
as if another decibel would bring the chaos back from hell,
and the people crawl like wounded ants
with feelers outstretched, looking for their habitats and listen to the
growls from dogs and smiles from Cheshire cats and budgies wearing pork pie hats
the world goes quite insane every time a hurricane
comes storming through
I think it's time to move away somewhere,say like
Kansas.
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC
We must rise
To the occasion
While Angels are weak
And Daemons are strong
We are the Pagans
Don't be fooled
By the Christians
Standing tall
They call us evil
But don't believe
Because they have a grudge
Against the Magicks
Pagans are kind
We really are
But don't be fooled
By the Angel's Scar
We rise
To this occasion
To take back
What is really ours
The Pain we spent
Over the Grimoir deep
To seek the spell
To sing and speak
Our cauldron bubbles
But don't get confused
With those stereotypes
We are nice
We are kind
We worship the sky
With the earth,
The seas,
And the fire
We love
We laugh
We care
We die
We live like you do
Only we believe
In Mother Earth
And take care of her
Just the same
You must do the same
Only different all the ways
Why spread lies
And then you hide
To fear something you not know
Why think
That we are evil
Because you were told
Take your time learning
What you do not know
So you can say evil
But you will learn
We have nothing to hide
We do not take side
We love our god and goddess
We will teach you
In our ways
Then you can say
Who is wrong
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
*I wonder if poetry is as good when your happy
Lord knows it can usually sound quite sappy
Love and birds and clouds galore
Children's laughter and so much more
But for now I will write of my gruff and my grit
The stuff that's all made up of ****
Relationships , casualties and inner daemons
The thick in which remains of my dreamings
Paired with that of a guilty conscience
Can only leave me to sound obnoxious
The fumes to ruminate the life I once had
Of birds and clouds and things that were glad
For now I'm ok with the grit and the gruff
Because for now it is the truest of stuff*
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
Smouldering pain of ancient harboured, in the heart inflamed
of a passion, amassed whole of suffering earth nestled in your breast,
came alive in her who mastered the seven realms, whose
aspiration ardent brought down in that simpleton, grace that
poured forth like a pitcher upturned on this world enamoured of death.
Ah, that simpleton who never could fathom caprice that condones
commerce in the very heart of the temple of justice, the virtue and sin
the learned uphold that cannot see in the neighbour's fall,
ones own, or how if the father that birthed the world is divine,
his children be brutes or kin of daemons that deserve stoning to death?
O Magdala, Magdala, your daughter weeps today!
A drop of blood dries the sands today, heavens weep in the tears
silent of she who stands by the cross today, even abandoned by those
for whom he gave so much; In the still dark night grace walked
the stormy water; and Lazarus returns from wherefore who knows;
A husbandsman reads and answers doubts in minds of learned pharisees.
For every whiplash cast was cast on the earth wide. Every insult
taunted the winds draping your arms. That girdle of thorns, mother,
was placed indeed on your mourning heart. When the cross
ascended slicing the firmament, heavens were mute to your pain,
lama sabachtani, sabachtani, grieves the earth unto the empty, parted skies.
O Magdala, Magdala, your daughter weeps today!
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
If only I could summon the will to banish my daemons;
Exorcise the rot that for too long has brought me low;
Waged a war unseen and unheard by the outside;
Inside, a mutinous cacophony of a ****** battlefield;
Where the parts of me unfouled by corruption, weep;
Tears of crimson blood run down as flowing rivers rage;
Anger, that the current refuses to change its course;
Sadness, that I was the one who had diverted destiny;
Swept away by tides no mortal man can hope to shake;
Trapped, like mighty Atlas, beneath the weight of fate;
An unfortunate purgatory of endless indecision;
A fear to see myself beyond the scars I have caused;
Calloused, my pessimism knows no boundaries;
There can be no going back to brighter days;
When days are comparable only to the blackest night;
Sunrises carry the gravitas of the setting sun, reversed;
Life, loses the beauty that once inspired the muse;
Leaving me feeling empty, lost on 'oft forgotten seas;
Praying for Charybdis to churn and drown my daemons;
Finally setting me free from this self imposed slavery;
Shattering the chains holding my past to my present
Jun 15, 2024
Jun 15, 2024 at 1:21 PM UTC
Her name is Lucybell,
The object of my Temptation.
Her hands are shackles that keep me in place.
Her arms, the chains that tell me not to astray.
Her ***** catacombs of happiness and sorrow,
Where from my elation and troubles i can burrow.
Her eyes, dangling prisons for my soul,
Where Angel winged daemons parade it,
For all of life's creations to observe it.
Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 2:11 PM UTC
In the garden out the back
Is where I've been cleaning
Out all my daemons
Even though they might relapse
It finds the anecdote
To illustrate the reason
In the garden out the back
Where I grow my wise decisions
Abundance growing to the brim
With all that medicine therein
You'll find the crystal mind
Nel giardino dietro a cà
Dove non c'è niente
Che può preoccuparmi
Io trovai felicità
Facendo cose che sono
Poco educate
Nel giardino dietro a cà
Come sana decisione
Lasciai perdere eredità
Quel che ci lascia sparirà
Qui cresce libertà
In the garden out the back
Is where I've been breathing
All my good intention
If there's something that you lack
You'll find it growing
In the fascets of redemption
In the garden out the back
You will feel no inhibitions
They are not needed anymore
Our remedy grows out the floor
Reveal this truth to find
Abundance growing to the brim
With all the medicine therein
You'll find the crystal mind
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 6:32 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, keep on writing---FOREVER:>
held in the captives of the sculptor
cherished in the arms of the cursor
chained in the locks of the resentment
braided in the sands of the ocean flare
stranded in the lands of malignity
betrayed in the tears of wanting need
loved in the daemons of my lies
------ravenfeels
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 1:31 PM UTC
A
stirring
rendition
by orchestral
digestive specters,
little poltergeists wielding bows against heartstrings;
play on, little daemons! Make music that grinds
the brain to a halt, resolute and unyielding.
Sphere of Severity, for which one pillar
of the Tree of Life is named, burn!
Be the coal in my gut; I'll fan thy flame
to ashes - firm in my lust to speak against.
For in my years I have learned that it is suicide
to do aught but listen to my belly - who knoweth better
than I ever will - exactly
when it is the right
time for me
to say
no.
Sep 18, 2011
Sep 18, 2011 at 10:12 AM UTC
~ ☾☀️☽ ~
Your fate was woven in the silence of time.
Embroidered with dread and pain.
Made bearable with bonds of friendship and love.
~ ☾☀️☽ ~
Disrobed in the darkness, the sky freckled
with the light of stars, shivering.
Never will we forget the undying.
~ ☾☀️☽ ~
For fate is something twined in a misty veil.
Ignore the flute that sighs a sweet melody.
For you, Noctis, will be bound to your threnody.
~ ☾☀️☽ ~
Born with the Storm's Blessing,
in all it's strength and might and glory,
all that will be left for you is a ruin
of crying waters, deathless flames, and
flooding song of the Oracle's lyre.
~ ☾☀️☽ ~
Her hair of spun gold; a primose in white,
and pearls around her slender wrists.
In her hand, a sylleblossom, bent low
in your final kiss.
Your final promise.
~ ☾☀️☽ ~
She stands strong, her trident in hand,
knowing that she is a phantom of
transient life.
She looks at you.
In a field of flowered ice.
Standing as days of harsh sun and rain pass by.
~ ☾☀️☽ ~
It haunts you.
The memories of where you dare not
tread.
Yet.
~ ☾☀️☽ ~
Give yourself into the song of the sweet summer bird.
Give yourself to the Oracle - the Morn's Star who
fears no sun in her wake. For she was born
to die in the light.
As are you.
~ ☾☀️☽ ~
No need to be afraid, Noctis.
Your corona is a crown that befits no other.
For all shall witness it's splendour and glory
as the Chosen King.
The days are waning.
~ ☾☀️☽ ~
The nights are burning.
Alive with daemons and weeping plagues.
The Sun and Moon reap pain sown
from so long ago.
~ ☾☀️☽ ~
It's alright.
Because you will be beyond our world.
Where you will no longer be weary.
Where you will no long be pitied.
Where you will finally be free.
~ ☾☀️☽ ~
Where Love is sweet and Sleep is kind.
To you both.
The Storm was always yours.
It blessed you for good reason.
~ ☾☀️☽ ~
Where the moon is full and the sun is high,
Where the mountains stand so strong in vain,
Where the meadows chant and greet the light,
Where the roses bloom and sylleblossoms cry dew,
Where the wind carry joy and not whirls of sad.
~ ☾☀️☽ ~
There you are,
The King of Kings,
Noctis Lucis Caelum,
and his consort,
Lady Lunafreya,
~ ☾☀️☽ ~
I see you there.
Swaying and drifting off to the sound
of sweet chimes.
Under the Sky of the Light's Night...
~ ☾☀️☽ ~
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 4:04 PM UTC
Bleeding eclipse splatters anguish, scorching frozen terrain
Reservoir transmits despair, vaporizing humid remains
Noxious fumes plague ventilation, incinerating methane mutilates
Inhumane detonations ignite smog, dismembering shrapnel decimates
Bombardments stimulate hallucinations, assailants discharge magazines
Incendiaries barrage trenches, vulnerability flourishes disease
Artilleries eject carnage, atrocious quarantine impedes retreat
Projectiles massacre infantry, heinous airstrike parries deceit
Howitzer impersonates tempest, kamikaze technique revealed
Nautical battleships converge, perilous adversaries concealed
Submarines launch torpedoes, oblivious warships sealed doom
Submersed submersibles clash, claustrophobic vessels entomb
Drowning agony crushes depths, forsaken lagoon transforms necropolis
Aquatic daemons consume decrepit, infernal torment surrenders providence
Condemned mortals cauterize compassion, genocide exterminates consciousness
Snorkeling corpses mound topside, eradicated infestation forfeited holocaust
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC