"expells" poems
the hanged empress
longing for the satyr
upon her throne she reflects
upon the gentle heart
pulsating somewhere
in the darkness
sweet mercury expells
from the lovers lips
and a song is revealed
"from neptunes deep, you hail,
o' empress beyond the clouds,
and beneath thine depths,
the prince of the earth lies in wait"
it will enthrall you with a gaze
ensnare you with a touch
and destroy you with a kiss
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
There is nothing left to eat
but their stomach still churn
and the emergency shut off switch
that will keep them from being hungry anymore
is forever at arms length.
They've watched themselves waste away
trying to feed their swollen bellies on clothes,
hair, shoes, skin, rocks and fingernails.
All slid down their dry throats
and retched their putrid stomachs.
Instead of huddled together for warmth,
they seperate themselves,
hoping the isolation will allow the cold to take them away,
to freeze their hearts and brains.
To allow them to not be cold and hungry, but feel nothing.
Grasping a wet stick in his gnarled hands
one of them tilts his head back
and shoves it into his throat
like a sword swallower on a budget,
and he gags and wretches and dry heaves.
He bends over on his knees
the stick still in his esophagus,
and around the wet, grey bark expells acid,
pure stomach acid onto the ground and burning his teeth.
His body shives but his eyes show triumph.
Maybe they once had genders
maybe they once had ages
but now they have lost their individualites
and remain stinking and pale as the hungry,
the ones not good enough for death.
Eyelidless eyes stare and match into another
pair of sore conjuctivitis infected *****
Blinking but incapable of the solace of sleep,
as they impatiently wait for something,
anything to happen.
Nov 28, 2010
Nov 28, 2010 at 2:33 PM UTC
he lived with so many faces
so many marbled masks
trapped in listless perplexity
they spoke no sorrows
but bore them as jewelry
on perfectly sculpted fingers
they have eyes of stone revealing nothing
evaporated waters
as wraiths they danced
in ghostly apathy
they rapped on doors
and stared through
stained looking-glasses
concerto of passions
breathing soul into clay
divine flames infringed
as demons deep within
his grieving empty castle
where dying stars above
expells secret riddles
no thinking man may see
he sees her in dreams
her veiled porcelain visage
haunts him endlessly
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
I have an apparition in mind
a spirit that wanders endlessly
he is luminous and beautiful
amongst a thousand ghosts
he shines a little brighter
he is like a star, unconsumed
i am the spectre he does not see
my eyes as deathlights blue
as i touch him he fades away
i try to speak his name
but no sound expells
from these shuddering lips
only ancient halitosis pours
from my heart of black sand
hidden from the moon's mockery
i exalt to a sickened limbo
i will become bitter and deranged
if you do not kiss me soon
i am the poltergeist inside
tearing at my own heartstrings
in the abscence of you
weaving precious dreams
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
O' Heavens Gate
above me as you stay
heed my call of pain
As I sit and pray.
'Tis life that broke me,
with hellish pain unforgotten.
'Tis life that stranded me
and let my soul be broken.
That beautiful crystal,
that shone with the brightest of lights,
was crushed to smithereens
before disappearing out of sight.
Oh, it disappeared,
never again to be seen,
yet in its place there remained
A bright everlasting sheen.
It shone light
into the darkness of my soul,
A light that expells
whatever may be foul.
For it is hope that keeps us,
however sane we might be.
It is hope that keeps us alive,
in a world filled with treachery.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 5:23 AM UTC