"diabolic" poems
Dear diabolic debutante / Spawn of the unfathomable abyss of blackness / Daughter of dreadful dead desire / Black-shrouded sinister sister of celestial gloom before whose imperious gaze the heavens fall silent / Whip-lash girl-child of the graves whose pallid visage kindles the myriad infernal fires / Autocratic vampiress of lunar doom whose winding-cloth enfolds the thousand horrors of blood-drenched nightmare / Thou that wanderest the cypress-crested hills of funereal necropolises / Whose icy glance cracks the ungraven tombstones of utter desolation / Empress of night and madness / Who stalks the locked and shadowed hallways of unhallowed thought / Whose burial-boat glides the still waters over Lethe’s silent depths to the unglimpsed isle of eternal mourning / Whose parapets tower above the fiefdoms of quotidian banality / Whose flying buttresses overlook the Stygian waters of the forgotten drowned denizens of damnation / Whose unshackled dungeons open to worlds of regal splendor / Whose spires pierce dark skies where oblivion buries the ruined cities of revelry under the drifting clouds of leaden time / Oh maiden of melancholic alchemy whose petrified passions transmute base metal into pure gold…
May the gibbous moon of equinox shine its baleful eye upon you; may you tread in sacramental calm the winding starlit paths of somnolent cemeteries; may my unmixed metaphors unveil in delirium their parabolic mysteries before the smoldering altar of your uninterpretable allegory; may the favor of your scorn forever lay me out, embalmed, undead, on the cold stone of merciless reality. Behold: in cryptic script of spectral apparition, in tracery of coded illumination, amidst the dawning rays of torment I write thine unknown name on the threshold of daylight. And from within the mortared wall of self I speak forth from my sepulcher the Sibylline utterance,
unsought, unheard, undreamt:
JUST WANTED TO SAY ‘HI’ !
☻
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
Your Messiah is not Christ
my Karma is not your dogma
Their AntiChrist is not the Mahdi
His avatar is not yet manifest
Our Dajjal is not their 12th Imam
Your Brahman is not my Elohim
The Atman is not the God-Man
Your God-Man is Luciferian
Our Lucifer is not their Allah
The Djinn are undocumented
some angels fell
Allah is not Ras Tafari
Their Zion is Babylon
Jerusalem is Egypt or *****
Their Angels are ascended Masters
Our Master is your ascended Savior
My Savior is your accuser
Their God is no Savior
His unction is Satanic
The war is spiritual
The Spirit is not obvious
My anointing is carnal
their anointing is moronic
our doctrine is angelic
Your rejection was predestined
our acceptance is divine
Our depravity is documented,
your sanctity is illusory
their power is diabolic
their light is darkness
Their leader is ungodly
Our God is unseemly
His Truth is offensive
The bitter is not sweet
the sweet is unworldly
the world is not heavenly.
Trinity in seven spirits, yet God is One…
Revel in the uncertainty. Have some holy fun
fitting more angels on the pin-head, dancing
before they fall. Rebellion is always entrancing
until the current postmodern theology
hooks up with psycho-sexual linguistic pathology.
Don’t accept my apology
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 8:57 PM UTC
In its caves of insolence,
night hides its diabolic secrets
when light sows its golden pearls
across the horizon. It paints its treachery
with the innocence of the morning light
like a master-chameleon
that wraps its lies
in a psychedelic charm.
A rainbow
once disguised its radiance
to become the shadow of night and
smeared its leaden drops of deceit
on the angel-white glow of the clouds.
Perhaps, that’s why we are the way we are –
living in different skins!
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 4:43 AM UTC
I remember the night my mother
was stung by a scorpion. Ten hours
of steady rain had driven him
to crawl beneath a sack of rice.
Parting with his poison - flash
of diabolic tail in the dark room -
he risked the rain again.
The peasants came like swarms of flies
and buzzed the name of God a hundred times
to paralyse the Evil One.
With candles and with lanterns
throwing giant scorpion shadows
on the mud-baked walls
they searched for him: he was not found.
They clicked their tongues.
With every movement that the scorpion made his poison moved in Mother's blood, they said.
May he sit still, they said
May the sins of your previous birth
be burned away tonight, they said.
May your suffering decrease
the misfortunes of your next birth, they said.
May the sum of all evil
balanced in this unreal world
against the sum of good
become diminished by your pain.
May the poison purify your flesh
of desire, and your spirit of ambition,
they said, and they sat around
on the floor with my mother in the centre,
the peace of understanding on each face.
More candles, more lanterns, more neighbours,
more insects, and the endless rain.
My mother twisted through and through,
groaning on a mat.
My father, sceptic, rationalist,
trying every curse and blessing,
powder, mixture, herb and hybrid.
He even poured a little paraffin
upon the bitten toe and put a match to it.
I watched the flame feeding on my mother.
I watched the holy man perform his rites to tame the poison with an incantation.
After twenty hours
it lost its sting.
My mother only said
Thank God the scorpion picked on me
And spared my children.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 7:29 AM UTC
Aeolian dour fire meridians
Unfettering enlightenments will
Together Scylla with authority
Howling, Charybdis in oblivians wake
Shenting spindel meandering;
The schism termagating sirens
Repasts (diabolic manna)
Refracting ambrosial in the
Lap of Gods eye sophically conjecturing
Ephinany- times charioteering,
The nocturnal triunes discordance
Contemplating consequence thistling
Opothecaric sigels permeating lots
Obstruse lathed cerebral skies
Ruthfully roil whittling indelible
Epitaphs of serpentine repositories
Woefully dawning eternity castening
Harmoniously asunder truths
Deifying yen die.
ELEETE J MUIR.
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 11:14 AM UTC
My tongue shakes to the rhythm of the undead
It's useless praying against all that I said
You end up unscarred 0% alive
For people you end up dead just another stone named R.I.P.
No words of apology to help you through
Heaven awaits in vain, as Hell beckons you
Bargaining your life on both hand sides
Hell pays more than what Heaven calls most
Greedy as you are you choose the dark side
Rotting as Satan laughs and tortures you
Came to realize a mistake was made
Fruitlessly awaiting nothing for all the sins you repented
Shackled to doom, your life wasn't yours anymore
You wondered what worse yet was still in store
You beg to my feet to appeal to the Lord
You throw your hands in despair as I see you burn, with glee
Why should I help you when I had been through the same in history?
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 7:45 AM UTC
My shoe bit my skin
He pulled me up
We walked the snow
Singing; foot on foot.
The home out of sight
He hardly felt his lungs
But we wanted to be home
And read My Brother Jack.
He plucked a cloud
Whispered a wish
Drew a diabolic smile,
"Some other day"
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 9:48 AM UTC
Laughter
Laughter explosions
Diabolic cruelty
That crude red carving
The grinning maw
Of the purity devouring beast
Know best for his face
His maliciously insane
Irrational thought patterns
He laughs at a two word phrase
As he caves in a woman's face
Sprays bleach and mace
from a fake flower on his chest
Lobs hand grenades recklessly
Muttering jokes that only he fully understands
Minions bent to his twisted humor
Severed limbs and organs sent
With personally crafted limericks
Fourteen inch barrel
.44 Magnum revolver
Crash a clown car into rush hour traffic
Feed the mayors poodle
To a pack of hyenas
Grease paint white face
Toxic green locks, slicked back
Red Cheshire cat grin
Ear to ear
Like the mouth of a demon of madness
Do not ponder why he laughs
He laughs because he must.
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 5:37 PM UTC
Decapitate, disembowel, tear and mutilate!
Schizophrenic!Psychedelic twisted mind!
Expedite, liberate, Alienate then recreate
Masonic!Prolific piece of mind!
Sabotage, besiege, flank to infiltrate!
Victorious!Strategic tyrannic mind!
Crucify, liquify, impale bleed them dry!
Torturous!Barbaric, sadistic mind!
Derange, insane, crazy and mental!
Hallucinating!Polysyllabic demented mind!
Disturbed, diabolic, vile and fatal!
Parasitic!Infected infested mind!
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 4:53 PM UTC
I was deep in the land of shadows
Halfway between the living and dead
In the awful silence of void
The atmospheres soft
And it’s people plastic
Mephistophelean and astute
When a band of ruffians stormed
The inferno beneath
With volcanic tremor
Sweeping down like a tidal wave
Of so terrific Tsunamic magnitude
Spurning all restraint
Slowed down my pace
By reciprocal math of wizardly
Substituting the direct proportion for inverse
I dragged and they almost flew
Corpsic form and tattered cloth
Is all I see and
Gaping mouth oozing blood
Grotesque creatures tinting hell
After me and almost done
I should out loud voiceless
I reach for the nothingness
And there’s no thing
I stretch still to scale it down
Wishing I had wings
And take flight
Or superhuman like Superman
Hopping I possessed metaphysical force
Like the Matrix upgrade version
To disembody and dematerialize
And so vanish into stillness
To hang in space out of sight
By the trickery of magic
To cast spell like lady of the Voodoo
And freeze plant herbage and the human
Instantly and give a diabolic glean
Make a catwalk of villain trump
To the disgust of victim
And ultimate flown of the gods
That hardly smile anyway
But I am human and my powers feeble
My infinity lies bound within
Time and daylight
The parameters of finite
In a rat race so unfair
Distances too close and defeat too plain
I die out and awoke within
To brace another day with headache
Devil, I escaped Gehenna
That gives me surety I will outpace you
For what I saw when I slept
Hail Tartarus I am Morpheus
Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 9:29 AM UTC
’Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
That there’s a God, that there’s a Saviour too:
Once I redemption neither fought now knew,
Some view our sable race with scornful eye,
“Their colour is a diabolic die.”
Remember, Christians, Negroes, black as Cain,
May be refin’d, and join th’ angelic train.
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Acclimate away you accustom to rabble streets, calculate thy cantankerous beef with another diabolic past!!
Destine connoisseur,
Old things get older while thy love stays newer!!!
What a hope to hope for something!!!!
Bare faced sophomore,
Soporific enducing trips to styles of maxed out galore....
Domineers on every corner,
Where youngest of mourners art ourn own children,
Gravitational to all pull ins,
Guided by ourn own sins we set our own adversities!!!!
When wilt we climb out of ourn own hutch?
Our brittled bunch doesn't think of two but one!!
Jilt all thou will falsifiers,
Killers and liars,
Were all wrapped tight to the same metropolis line!!!
Okaying thyself?
Canst we OK what's wrong and not fine?
Schzoid scribble ******* in,
Undeniable on planet green earth!!!
Underhanded,
Diploma drop ins,
Morphine moratorium so Grey thy sounds are!!!!
Yet thy smiles so beautifully wide!!!!!
Seek as thou finds,
Find all though you mayeth hide!!!
The scorch is over to be bear!!
Where is the opulent Queen who I seek?
Yet hasn't found me yet...
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
A serpentine beauty, lips painted
with psychedelic poison-
is soul kissed; wanton kisser,
hides a stiletto behind his back.
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 8:47 AM UTC
A hatred fiend,
Playacting a votary
Of democracy and federalism
To a gluttonous end,
“Unless we grip
The rein of power
Driving a divisive wedge
Along religious and
Ethnic lines, also
Orchestrating terror
Every hour,
See to every evil
We shall
Till the wind of change
Blowing over the nation
Suffers reversal.”
“On the world-acclaimed
Change drive
We shall inflict
Every possible harm
So that flouted it runs
Out of charm!
Using a Facebook army
On par with Tsunami
We shall trigger
And foment conflicts
And make
This and that ethnic groups
Arch enemy.
Slaying toddlers,
Senior citizens
And women, with
The bun in the oven,
Shock we shall
Create often!”
"Also with
'We are victims' clamor
Seeking for a stalemate,
Global-pity a door
We intend to continue
A victor.
To deflect attention
From a government-junta
Crackdown
To neighboring country’s town
Firing rockets far
Dragging it into war
We shall internationalize
The fight
Conveying our diabolic move
Is right!
Though unheard of in history
We shall splice
In unholy marriage
With any enemy
Of the country.
Also from its back
The national defense force,
Guarding the boundary
And us
Its forehead
In the crosshair mark,
Revoltingly
We shall attack!
Though this makes us
Selfish, our ethnic
Groups we shall use
As a human shield
A daunting influence
On citizens-cherishing
Government to wield."////
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 8:07 AM UTC
And In Her Diabolic Eyes
I see reflection of myself,
Among the lightnings and the flames
Between insanity and rage.
Across the lands of higher grounds
You've walked, before you fell.
You've sinned and now you have to pay
In hell called Eearth you'll dwell.
You've gathered sorrow and despair
Under your caring arms,
And I could barely see myself
Inside your diabolic eyes.
Inside your diabolic eye
I've seen an almost human tear
And in the air could surely feel
The smell of fallen angel's fear.
I saw the strongest fall apart,
The solid of all - crack,
I saw the bravest shed a tear,
The wisest make mistakes.
And now your diabolic eyes
Are closing slowly, but for good.
No flames, no lightnings and no rage
Just one mistake and doom...
May 28, 2010
May 28, 2010 at 9:02 AM UTC
The enjoyment of eating,
Marvels of television's ability to drown problems,
Games to replace reality was all he wanted.
The young life,
Reality,
Offered everything emotionally diabolic to a growing, developing mind.
Through ridicule from elementary peers; fat, ****** stinky or stinker or something relational.
Through defensive mechanisms of accepting ridicule from family.
Through seemingly harsh reactions to a young mind’s spoken word;
A growing trait to hide thoughts, emotions, began.
Speak and be brought into pits of embarrassment, hurt and hate?
The enjoyment of hiding, an escape.
A life sentence in confined silence -
Everything
Internalized.
Problems, actions, reactions, actions to be, thoughts and emotions occurring and to be, all internalized.
Unaware the implications were to be damaging later,
He proceeded to master the skills to hide in plain sight.
An arduous battle,
An escape from confinement to undo the silence,
Creating immunity to criticisms and differing opinions began.
Not without heightened defenses to new pressures,
Success was found.
Attempts made,
Success found,
Won battles,
The internal struggle of war with self continues at dreadful paces.
Thoughts to control past silence must always be on the offensive.
Control the defensive,
The strong silence.
Perhaps always and forever.
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 5:21 PM UTC
SCHRöDINGER'S SOCKS & THE REVENGE OF THE CAT
Schrödinger's cat
failed to see just what
all the fuss was
about?
It was all such
a reductive absurdum.
The cat couldn't understand
collapsing wave functions
decoherence
entanglement or whether
reality was really
quantum
to save its life.
It was aware of
one thing & one thing
only
. . .the diabolic device. . .
Cat in a metal box
with a Geiger counter
with a radioactive substance
blah blah de ****** blah
an atom decaying or something or
other &
releasing a hammer to smash
a phial of hydrocyanic acid.
Wot!
"I do not like thee Dr. Fell!"
thought the cat.
It was a very literary cat.
So all this palaver
about a cat( me? how! )
being both dead or alive or
neither dead or alive or
. . .wot!
So this is to be my great
to-be-or-not-to-be!
Welllll excuse me!
Say...doesn't the cat have his say?
So, I( clever cat that I am)
merely claw my way to the top &
disengage the device
by taking out the hammer.
So no cat was harmed
in the making of this
thought experiment.
It almost drove Schrödinger
out of his tiny little mind!
And he( hee hee )
never did discover
what ever
happened to his socks.
I forever stealing
one sock from a pair
from the open
washing machine.
Leaving him to ponder
just where socks go?
The other side of the Universe?
Oh come on Erwin...it's not
rocket science!
Now, to get back to
describing the behaviour of
a quantum entity.
"Mmmmm......mmmmmm?"
"Naw....I still don't get it!"
"Say ya couldn't see yer way
to giving me a scratch...could ya?"
"Up a bit....upabit....yeah...yeah
. . .there...just...there!"
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 1:16 PM UTC
Shining chariot of the king you are, I am the sprinting horse,
the diabolic king has met with his fate, we two freedom seek,
I am a ******** rider, the shining star of the rodeo nights,
you are an ambling horse, moves the way my mind wishes to dance
no animal activist can ever find any fault in our magical pact,
I do bull riding, barrel racing, tie-down roping and all the rest,
an unbeaten team we are, life for us has been a blast so far
you are my Juliet and I am your Romeo, right from the first sight
against the wish of the whole ****** world, that keeps snarling at us,
happily united in a suicide pact, no one can in anyway object,
when the passion filled moments cherished, turn to mere mirage,
why live, life is but a dream, let's wake up at last, fall dead.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 4:42 AM UTC
Old prophets ride on balloons
with their noses above their beards
Poking into and stirring around affairs
like my stunted grandfather
with his finger in a pine bush
stirring up the bird that nested there.
The moaning of the prophets became
The growling of a caged cheeseburger
Long snouted, glaring up at me
From its jail cell hole in the floor,
Which was the ventilation grate.
My grandfather hunted him
In full John Wayne regalia
Stalking among the mesas and plateau
Of 1970's afghan covered furniture sets
Which were the desert of his crust.
The bedentured coffee cup fell of the shelf
and broke and shattered, from that
The schnoz'd cheeseburger left,
Yes he retreated down the vent.
Which was the liberation of my dreams
Tobacco stuck to grandfather's boots
It was pungent and potent but
also diabetic and diabolic.
Some family thinks it killed him
Which was the excuse behind my punishment
The prophets balloon's
Their threads were cut
and they crashed into a pine bush
stirring up the bird that nested there.
Which was my grandfather's spirit.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
Sprightly nymph, her eyes twinkling, twerks,
a diabolic Goddess, she is
his whacky mind butts in
her cheeky wishes were fulfilled.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC
She stood
In the middle of a storm
The ocean floor slipped from
Beneath her feet
The waves let out a howl of anguish
She stood there
Imperatively
Helplessly begging for clemency
The water touched the rocks
And moved away
Tides were high
Moon was involved in a surreptitious affair
The passerby ignored her
With uttermost ingenuity
He knew
she was the bone of contention
Of the evil
She was an illusion
She spun the web and caught her prey
He knew the tales of the people
Who had
developed an infatuation with her
Together she commemorated the
Death of all those imbecile beings
Every minute
Gravity pulled towards her
A different kind of person
A different soul
Every minute destructed itself
Whatever was left
was summoned to her with a grin.
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 5:54 AM UTC
Lights forgive a certain gloom deep inside
Standing under the sun, I hear the command undone.
But when I look up to it, I feel the hurt within
Too much of something has always been bad.
Rusted tears fall from my eyes,
Pleading to let go of the diabolic deeds of days bygone.
The more I try to bury it within,
The lesser the effort it takes to remember them again.
Dreamers sit by the banks of a river,
Looking out at the valleys, as the grey clouds settle in.
My mind awash with a million thoughts of betrayal
The destruction of a broken soul slowly starts to kick in.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
M – Making Bowser pay for his diabolic plans
A – As chubby as a small pig
R – Running through tubes
I – Is very friendly
O – On his first of 100 lives (Still)
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
We are existing
You & I are but
The numerator
And denominator
Or vice versa
As per whims and fancies
Let us break
That diabolic dividing line
And multiply our lullable love
To reduce worldly woes
And add life to the yearning years
By the joy and jubilation
Embedded in our hearts
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 10:34 AM UTC
Holidays are a time for relaxing
for enjoyment
for peace, tranquil and serenity
she sat on the beach
an Italian ice cream cone in her hand
and the light breeze ruffling her long hair
drawing patterns with her delicate fingers in the soft sand.
This heaven of a place
made all the diabolic feelings go, vanish
into a state of oblivion
for a duration.
She cried her remaining tears into the sea
all the scandalous thoughts physically floating
poisoning the sparkling blue water.
Her debilitating emotions
were soon to be washed up on somebody else's shore.
Possibly.
Possibly to pour down as rain
over her own hometown
her own house
her own life
again.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 1:16 PM UTC