"gehenna" poems
Ebola! Ebola! Ebola!
you are only hunting in the exhausted fields,
you predecessors have done evil marvel in this land
Africa's sons and daughter were heavily taken away
in slave raid, colonial rampage two world wars, cancer
and *** aids, Ebola you must be ashamed to come here,
are you as foolish as lioness that must follow the path
initially taken by her husband the lion?
Ebola Africa is dead tired and lain forlorn
by strange diseases not known by it
but only named in the land of their cradle
where *** was born in the Irish Laboratory
on trial and error to decimate Africa's populations
in the racially biased arsenal you have also come
you fangled teeth a bare menace to each of us
you make us bleed from out body holes,
blood oozing out like Nile water from lake Victoria
Ebola! Ebola! sympathy is not a vice, but heavenly
virtue, only protege of the Godly please be sympathetic
to Africa the orphan of the classic times with no succour
her wounds of Cancer are fresh and fresh as those obnoxites
from the nasty Aids aka *** kindly empathize with Africa
you have eaten Mali and Nigeria after Congo Kinshasa
you are now in Kenya the neighbor of Sudan
the last born of Africa already rendered forlorn
by the AK 47 and AK 74, shot in the tribal tremors
O! Ebola Ebola! my prayer to you is as brief
as that; forgive me for my weird mourning
of my brothers and sister in death mongering
mandibles so ugly and Abysmal like
Gehenna of Jesus Christ, Amen!
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC
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You are a really good fisherman,
And I am just but a foolish fish,
*Preposterously bitten your hook,
With your bait of feigned love attached to it,*
Piercing it all the way to my heart,
Leaving me wounded with all of those prevaricates I've fell for,
But I don't know why,
I still love the feeling,
That you've been jumping in gladness,
That you've finally caught me,
Even though I was hardly breathing,
'Cause you've taken me away from the place,
That makes me breathe and gives me joy.
It somehow gives me relief,
Seeing the auspicious sun,
Brightly gleaming into my beautiful scales,
Not knowing it was just a start of a baleful Gehenna!
I should've known all along that it's just an entice!
But I am still blessed,
'Cause I have manage to escape,
While damaging and harming myself in the process,
From the jailhouse that you've locked me in.
From then on,
You've learned a lesson,
And use NET instead.
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 6:35 AM UTC
Ebola
Ebola! Ebola! Ebola!
you are only hunting in the exhausted fields,
you predecessors have done evil marvel in this land
Africa's sons and daughter were heavily taken away
in slave raid, colonial rampage two world wars ,cancer
and *** aids, Ebola you must be ashamed to come here,
are you as foolish as lioness that must follow the path
initially taken by her husband the lion?
Ebola Africa is dead tired and lain forlorn
by strange diseases not known by it
but only named in the land of their cradle
where *** was born in the Irish Laboratory
on trial and error to decimate Africa's populations
in the racially biased arsenal you have also come
you fangled teeth a bare menace to each of us
you make us bleed from out body holes,
blood oozing out like Nile water from lake Victoria
Ebola ! Ebola ! sympathy is not a vice , but heavenly
virtue, only protege of the Godly please be sympathetic
to Africa the orphan of the classic times with no succour
her wounds of Cancer are fresh and fresh as those obnoxites
from the nasty Aids aka *** kindly empathize with Africa
you have eaten Mali and Nigeria after Congo Kinshasa
you are now in Kenya the neighbor of Sudan
the last born of Africa already rendered forlorn
by the AK 47 and AK 74 , shot in the tribal tremors
O! Ebola Ebola ! my prayer to you is as brief
as that; forgive me for my weird mourning
of my brothers and sister in death mongering
mandibles so ugly and Abysmal like
Gehenna of Jesus Christ, Amen !
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 4:59 AM UTC
death mourns a life
that succumbs to suicide...
classical lawless-ness?
calls the jyst...
a thieving;
a stolen death,
a suicide....
bride riddled to a bridge...
baking...
left half awake and half baked...
you count with the number of
blinding equations...
your 80+ segments?
i want nothing to be part of,
whether polymath,
bilingual, or polymath...
you resd yourself into "it"....
fuck you, and...
**** off...
in terms of .gif ***** files...
no... the part where
we don't parrot?
for no worthwhile surprise!
death is alal b & w...
memory?
all invigorating sepia...
life?
the blooming of color...
you take shrooms,
to invigorate the colors?!
oh look...
you're as loony as me...
and why would i
give a **** about your
tall-tales of subversive religiosity?!
you're right!
like you have been with me
to begin with...
there aren't any!
now?!
suffer!
you're in good hands...
turns out?!
i'm a sadist...
i somehow tested the pain on myself...
i enjoy...
the pain, of others,
having, prior, teased the pain
on, myself!
i forgot teasing the pain...
i taste it...
i welcome it...
i've become welcoming
in allowing it,
a stature abbreviating a transcendence
of victim-hood!
i need pain,
to craft an erasure of ever having
the capacity to instruct
a modus operandi for pleasure!
death contra suicide...
a fact contra a premature contest
of pleasure...
suicide is what
death calls thief...
there is no moral artifact
of a "question"...
suicide is the thief,
when death is the executioner...
what moral question is
to be entertained?
non!
i can't blame the mortality
arsonist...
less Tartarus and more Gehenna...
less S.S. and more khaki
S.A. night of the broken windows
and less...
hyper-Hindu
reincarnation,
hue hue grey...
woo woo the ashen pillage...
no... i'm not here for the
cinder and the ********
it's enough that i drink
the sort of excuse,
that sober people could hardly make
excuses about...
and that's enough...
and enough, is, where i'll stick to.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC
Lightning striking through a nervous system,
Blood pumping facetious fire.
Whispers through my home, hauntings of trauma and dreams of the crucifix stand.
The flaming star of the avatar.
The predator and the prey, predetermined and praying.
Just another eternity until the monsoon departs, the season ended. From there the calm waves will carry me to shore.
The dark, restful, kiln, I am your dough, as I am your clay, a grateful panettone.
Mold me, endow me the drug, the decree, the great recipe of relinquishment.
I rejected asylum, I denounced Gehenna,
Cold blooded sunbathing in the radiant rays of the great bird's wings.
The boiling embrace of his soft feathered fire.
The brutal, unrelenting, chaotic, climactic, pull into the hot murky depths.
Scald me, lash me, revive me in death.
For I can wait no longer.
Living in fear of the Reaper is worse than The Harvest itself.
So come unto me my lord, my peace,
And engulf me in the ******** rest.
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 3:14 PM UTC
End,
The True Tip of my Tongue,
(Enchanted Bronchial Tree),
holding out the
Cavern of Soft Sultry Silhouettes
that hug the walls.
Clinging to their influence able nature,
tendency to allow pink purity
to fall
to the black blistering blasphemy
of dirty-watered bongs.
Inhaling the Damnation of god
And Magic Meal of
Those residing in Gehenna,
Limbo,
And those scouring the pearly whites of
heaven for their 72 ******
***** Calls.
The desperate stench
Of religion
crawling down
my needy trachea
to attach its
sticky suction cup sermons,
trying to trick
My larynx into
Hallelujah’s
And
Hail Mary’s.
Hoping repetition
will etch it into
our subconscious
like a gravestone
set in stone.
So repent,
saunter back into your pen little sheep.
False Anarchic Prophet,
Pretend Goat.
Throw your brain back into the box,
The Individuality Dishwasher,
They built for your mind from the
Start.
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 3:19 AM UTC
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Friends are blessings,
But when we don't choose wisely,
It becomes a horrendous Gehenna.
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 6:18 AM 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
#
A lifetime of ineffective tactics;
A solemn occlusion
Such an obscene intrusion--
*(To break through the confusion
brought on by The Illusion)*
Within seclusion,
is felt the Conclusion--
the only one for me.
Heaven will be my Hell
(I know that too well..)
From a whole lifetime
Summed up
within the word, "Fail".
. . . . . .
Here on Earth
I feel the presence of Heaven
And within me
I know..
I know..
I know..
I know.
What gain is A Forever in Heaven?
I already feel it in me--
But it is not me.
Yet, within me.. it is me;
and it will never.. ever leave.
Sweet Love of mine..
whom I can't seem
to break through, to
In order to truly be there
for you.
Help me to earn
the right
To descend in to Hell
*(where there is no longer
the strength of Illusion)*
Here, I am not that strong;
I cannot break through it
There.. in Gehenna
will be the removal of illusion..
Leaving only The View,
(.. no hinderance.)
. . . . . . . .
Hell is the View..
perfectly seen, from
the most unbearable
distance.
May what is in me
never leave me
And the Hell, of Hell
be, to me
like a Forever Rising Sun..
The most incredible, Heaven.
(the removal of illusion)
I pray you're not there..
(almost as much..)
Selah.
*My Heaven;
is to be with anyone
or everyone
(apart from the illusion)*
In order to truly be there
for them.
#
Jun 21, 2023
Jun 21, 2023 at 10:53 PM UTC
Air fresheners killin' me softly about
judgment moments--days bruised hearts sing about
within the reach of hell--and she told me about her allergies
Of course Polaroids stalk what we don't see--those kisses
and the homeless starving, and flowers, and **** and books, those tears,
and when she broke the fever from food poisoning. I bet we'll remember that
--And the exposed arms around your waist,
lips on midday, heart up early, breakfast for two underneath
the only red umbrella
left after Gabriel's tune
we remixed
the night before.
Standing on the brink of the Lazarus water-mark
--And the man behind you, and the lack of others behind us.
Gehenna before us
wiping away the unforgivable.
--And they make us forget you were allergic
to the pollen of spring--the death-throes of day flies.
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
“Thy people shall be my people”
-Ruth 1:16
Smoke rises here from foul Gehenna’s fires
Fires set by souls twisted like cold barbed wire
Sole argument of ideologies
Strung geometrically from hate to hate
Smoke rises here; soft ashes fall as death
Torah, Mishnah, and Gemera – and us
For without the Word and the People Israel
We are but wraiths, and darkly blown about
O Israel!
You are the broom tree in the wilderness
The Tree of Life who shelters all with love
You are the tent of Sarah and Abraham
And we are blessed who find refuge in you
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC
i didn’t understand you–
i don’t think anyone did.
i don’t think anyone could.
you were the wrath of the lamb
and the rib of Adam,
you were the burning cherubim by
the savage Garden,
you were Samael and Apollyon,
brooding in Gehenna
you were a god and a devil,
and i’m afraid
that i never found out who
won, in the end.
when you loved me,
was it because you knew who
i was or was it because
you knew what i would become?
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 7:19 PM UTC
So many people, so many cultures,
But sadly, some are made the prey for the vultures.
If you think about it, the world is full of segregation.
Why is diversity seen as a mutation?
The animal kingdom hide and run.
Hunted, shot just for fun.
Elders talk, elders whisper, look down and they frown.
They watch and they stare, expecting a meltdown.
‘’Spoilt brats, no chance of being grateful.’’
Don’t expect us to remain faithful.
Demure or flashy, seems like we can’t win either way.
Society judges and tries to sculpt us like we are clay.
Utopia; acceptance of queers and wherever we look, we see flags of rainbows.
That’s the dream but in reality, hate comments one after the other like dominoes.
All this resentment makes us feel like we’re preparing ourselves to fight the next battle Ravenna,
Why have we made the place we live in feel like it’s Gehenna?
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
Enshrined vessel corporeal ,
the numberless strands
of infinite time ,
kaleidoscope persona of
Nature , Temperance and Psyche .
☆
With serene countenance ,
in sweet golden light ,
the codes of the Goddess ,
Queen of Cups
and Queen of Swords .
☆
With transforming Geometry
of Justice and
Compassion ,
the unseen ancient force
of her terrible power ,
far beyond base contemplation ,
☆
Rains down the verdict
on dishonour and strife ,
elevating the
transcended ,
while relegating all else
to Beelzebub , earthbound
and gehenna .
Nov 2, 2024
Nov 2, 2024 at 9:22 AM UTC
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Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC
Lucifer is singing lullabies in the corner of my heart
Where there is no other, no other left
And my vessels hold no blood for those they once did
Cuffed in a corridor with echoes pointing towards infinity
Where God once told me what my sins did wearily
There's no light in dark, but I've lived in light my whole life
But at the end of the hall I hear a harp
And there's something about the sound that makes me feel like I'm still a good person
When you've lost all you ever loved because nothing ever loved quite the same
Who's to say that love isn't to blame?
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
i
Her cotton swab bolster
Marinateth her midnight sweat's;
She titter's thus from woe
Though I seeith when her heart burst showeth.
Dejection corset.
ii
Epistle's art stacked up in her thought's
Of what she should writeth tommorrow;
Grief stricken, by none restful sleeping
Awaking for school,
Another day bottled.
iii
Her way's art of God
He's her truest guidance;
She giveth truth
Sweetful tooth
A fruit of whom I shalt liveth.
iv
Death she's tasted, as Dom Pérignon
Her word's, as the wine she speaketh;
Her back hurt's, her love's at work
She telleth star's, from whence their birthed
As tis she's a faraway light as well.
v
She's seen Gehenna, she's been trapped in cell's
She's seen misery, and heaven and hell
Though when I'm close, she heareth Bell's
She raiseth a toast, when I'm in her realm
A queen, a rose, a bud bloomed, sadly, she wanders her room.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
© あある じぇえん
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
It wasn't for my dues, the scorn, my shave,
Though the unjust are secure here with me,
The stand, I stood to plead my case,
Brick walls, clad guards, catch all hopeful scheme,
They hope four walls, a cot, dropped soap, will right,
My disposition to correct in time,
I alone fear not my demons of night,
Should my last breath not beweep, death sing kime,
There be a deaf heaven for men like I,
Fire'n brimstone pave the path to Gehenna,
Be me drenched in tears of a dead mans lye,
Still regret me not, glaciem mea venas,
My only fault myself despising wrought,
Be the ten for billion that I got caught.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
Been riding this catastrophic carousel
For too many years.
I remember I was once happy,
Eager.
Mother said she loved me,
I never believed her.
Here,
Crystal **** smells like cotton candy.
Here,
Balloon animals are filled with nitrous.
Everyone seems content here,
The horse on the carousel provides
A surplus of serotonin.
Crazed clowns cashing in
On their crooked version of capitalism.
Their ferris wheel of fear and loathing
Never stops spinning.
I used to berate the carnies,
Now the carnival is a part of me.
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 8:58 AM UTC
Time has rounded in the world of men;
The winds blow hard toward Anarchy,
While raving sailors hoist their leaking sails
To gather, jubilant upon the floods.
Howlers peer into the burning winds
Seeking ****
Spread indignant fire,
Seeding hate,
Burned with desire,
Drowning protesters
Die between tides,
No chanters chanting peace,
No aspirant hope of love,
The baby's in the gutter with the bath;
When mobs exhibit wrath.
Tear old history from dusty shelves,
Forget true hymns that honored God,
Forget the tired Truth,
Or rather Truth of which we tired;
Rules now only Chaos,
Fervent fuel of howling mobs.
Riot in the streets;
Ride the lawless swell,
No plan for reconstruction,
No lessons from the past,
No vision for the after glow;
Discordant voices chanting
On the ****** road to hell.
Yeats proclaimed the Second Coming
Must surely be at hand between World Wars,
Yet still the Second Coming holds its fire,
While ranters tear the old ways down,
Dictators ratchet missiles toward the skies,
And our leaders twitter platitudes and lies.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 10:03 PM UTC
*Delirium.
I am cast down.
Cannot the damning fires of hell be quenched?
The raging flames torment my winged breast,
And O the heat infects me with it's pain.
Behold the testimony to an unjust God,
Jehovah's mercy absent unto me,
For here I stand condemned of heinous crimes
And wrongly judged unclean eternally.
My Gehenna,
My fiery plateau,
My kingdom of unremitting hate,
Wage war upon the heavenly host
And those that would desire Him most.*
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 5:08 AM UTC
friable alabaster bones huddle
in rugose rose wrapping,
words hanging pendulously in the air,
and I think this is where we fell in love –
somewhere in the Gehenna between
how-do-you-do and nice-to-meet-you
the moon thawed and
bled
into the crescents your fingernails left me with.
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 4:25 AM UTC
There is no destiny other than the one we forge within the fires of risk
Knowingly going so far into the furnace that the cost will be your life
There is no light amid the darkness that is life unless we carry a candle
But this candle casts light only for others
If we wish to navigate the winding paths of life
We must walk close to those we name brothers
There is none that died in our stead to forgive the heartless dead
So we must face the blame and take on others pain
There is nothing but lies until I tear through the shroud that surrounds me
Understanding this plague that brings me gasping to the ground is me
My own lies are what choke me so
And my heart pumps hatred as poison through my screaming veins
As I feel my soul begin to slip through my fingers
Here on my knees I glimpse you through the trees
So lost in strife with life that you do not care
That once within the forest you've entered madness' lair
As my crimson soul gushes from my mouth onto this blackened ground
I know what it is I must do
Accept Gehenna's everlasting embrace
Endure the burning pain
Use the dying spark that is my life to ignite the flames
And become a light within your night
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 5:33 PM UTC
What.
He ate out my heart and threw it up.
Poison lungs, poison veins-
****
Viscera numbed, spined eels wriggle,
I am ******
****** as in : a shut-in, swain of Gehenna, rocked, rolled.
He needed more rope for his net and so cut out my tendons.
What skies to worship now? What skins?
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 1:10 PM UTC