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"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’ !
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Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
Ω Gothic Postcard Ω
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’ !
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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
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 8:57 PM UTC
Disappointed Mis-anointings
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!
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Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 4:43 AM UTC
Chameleons
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.
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 7:29 AM UTC
Night of the Scorpion by Nissim Ezekiel
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.
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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.
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Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 11:14 AM UTC
Dusk Accursing
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?
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May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 7:45 AM UTC
Diabolic Preacher ... As Is, Was & Will Be
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"
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 9:48 AM UTC
Mountain home
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.
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Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 5:37 PM UTC
Joker
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!
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Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 4:53 PM UTC
Insanitarium
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
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Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 9:29 AM UTC
I Slept and Saw
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
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’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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On Being Brought From Africa To America
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...
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May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
the repetition of search...
A serpentine beauty, lips painted        with psychedelic poison-     is soul kissed; wanton kisser, hides a stiletto behind his back.
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Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 8:47 AM UTC
A deep diabolic love
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."////
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Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 8:07 AM UTC
TPLF outperforming Satan
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...
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May 28, 2010
May 28, 2010 at 9:02 AM UTC
And In Her Diabolic Eyes...
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.
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Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 5:21 PM UTC
Confined Silence
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!"
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Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 1:16 PM UTC
SCHRöDINGER'S SOCKS & THE REVENGE OF THE CAT
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!"
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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.
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 4:42 AM UTC
A death pact to keep this love immortal
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.
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Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
Old Conowingo
Sprightly nymph, her eyes twinkling, twerks,                      a diabolic Goddess, she is   his whacky mind butts in            her cheeky wishes were fulfilled.
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC
In the stream without oars
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.
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Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 5:54 AM UTC
Diabolic
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.
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Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
Melancholy
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)
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Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
Mario
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
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 10:34 AM UTC
Arithmetics of love
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.
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Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 1:16 PM UTC
Holidays