"krampus" poems
Saturday Saturn and Santa Clause Satan
Captain Crunch Kringle and Krampus cry madchen.
Bed sitter seniors sit back and lament.
Another day's Christmas ducats mis-spent.
When the log scrapes,
When the door bleeds,
When you hate your Dad.
Remember that you just might run out of food.
And that would beeee,
quite bad.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 6:42 PM UTC
In the darkness, something moves,
A thing of horns and teeth,
Our dreams, our fears, the things we know,
But try hard to forget,
It stalks the night in Winter's chill,
It goes from house to house,
It knows the secret fears and dreams,
It knows what we try to hide,
It knows when we are sleeping,
It knows when we're awake,
It knows knows if we've been good or bad,
And feeds our secret fears,
Black hooves in snow it treads upon,
Black wool of grease and oil,
Horns stand out like a wicked crown,
And teeth a wicked grin,
In the darkness, something moves,
A thing of horns and teeth,
Our dreams, our fears, the things we know,
But try hard to forget.
~Muninn's Kiss, December 29, 2013
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 6:49 PM UTC
Last Christmas I told you''Merry Christmas" on this staircase
With my embroidery red dress and you as a Krampus
This year I am still on this staircase
In my green sweater
and it's drizzling outside
Tonight I will have a Tex-Mex party with all my friends
And my lomo instant
Where are you my dear dear friend
Will we ever meet again?
Where or When?
In what year and where?
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 3:10 AM UTC
It came upon a Christmas eve not so long ago
A beast deformed in stature, walked out from the snow
It’s eyes were sharp and wild, jagged teeth like shards
It went from house to house leaving hoof prints in the yards.
Glancing into windows warm with light and life
It was here to reconcile an old and bitter strife
It had a bag that screamed and cried as it dragged it on the ground
An awful thing just an awful thing, to have to hear that sound
It threw its nose into the air and began to sniff and snort
This demon was on to something but what I can’t report
In the bitter cold, you could smell it’s breath of rot and discontent
The chains that draped its frame, made its spine look broke and bent
The wind it howled in vain to warn the people of this beast
It’s cries went unregarded as people sat before their feast
The demon ceased its searching when it came upon my house
I did my best to hide and stay as quiet as a mouse
I walked back into the shadows in the corner of my room
Voiceless, breathless, terrified what was this thing of gloom
I heard it leap onto the deck and drop its sack upon the floor
A resounding thud caked in mud, it wasn’t crying anymore
I left my room and crept down the stairs to see if it got in
Hoping it wasn’t that demon who they said would eat my skin
It stood before the fireplace, the front door was opened wide
I don’t know how this thing got in but I had nowhere left to hide
It turned its face from the fire with a scowl you’d have to see
The demon had a quarrel alright and the quarrel was with me
It pulled out from the pocket of its robe all blacked and charred
A burning piece of paper then it handed me its card
The card read only “Krampus” before I felt it’s claws upon my throat
Now I’m in a bag with other kids set for some other place remote
We were bad and didn’t listen to our parents and their orders
We broke a lot of rules and disrespected borders
Now ole Krampus has us and he’ll probably sell us off as food
This is what you get if you’re whiny, mean, or rude
Now have a merry Christmas and do as you’ve been told
Lest you wind up in a demons bag being dragged upon the road
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC
I love love, I love hate, I love love before it's love, I love love after it dies
I love sunny days, I love rainy days, I love overcast , and I love the snow
I love walking, I love breathing,
I love listening I love speaking
I love interactions with factions upon factions and I truly love being alone
I love the rich, I love the poor, I love Liberals and Conservatives
I love they got meanings of the terms twisted and preach so vehemently about the superiority of their ideology
I love those who speak logically, I love those who listen, I love words that were written to be spoken, and those that were just to be written
I love racists, I love blacks, I love whites, and every ethnicity with any pigmentation that falls between them or against them
I love all cultures equally, And I love cultures that hold themselves to a higher esteem than other cultures
I love Cops and I love Criminals, I love Order and alcoholics and crack addicts who just keep gettin back at it with bare minimals
I love Devote Christians, I love Krampus, I love Christmas,
I love Baphomets, I love Marvin Gaye, I love The Doors Greatest Hit list
I love Batman, I love the Joker,
I love marijuana, and both those who are and are not avid smokers
I love the freedoms I enjoy everyday and I love that men are systematically taught to hate me on a spiritual level with such passion that they would strap a bomb to their chest just to end my existence
I love the Persistence, Of time, Life, Movement, The Cosmos, and I love that it keeps on existing so fluently that we feel almost lucidly that our existence is significant =)
I love the inquisitive look in the eyes of babies asking questions without the means to ask questions that, in due time, will only be answered by questions and answers that evoke much larger questions. And I love both those questions and the appropriate answers.
I love those with and without an appreciation for the nonsensical
I love you
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
It's not Christmas without Santa
Or without the jingle bells
But, in the darkness there's another
Taking children down to hell
Yin and Yang, a balance
There is darkness and there's light
Santa on the left side
And Krampus on the right
Parents watch your children
If they're on the naughty list
Because Krampus is out hunting
And these children are not missed
A myth, or dark reality
A monster from below
Did Johnny just go missing?
Or was he taken down below?
Jingle Bells, both have them
One is joyous, one is not
Santa lives where it is colder
Krampus lives where it is not
Bad children do not fear him
But soon enough, he'll find them out
With dark hair, claws and cloven hooves
They'll learn what he's about
He doesn't have a favorite
He'll take girls as well as boys
He doesn't mind the screaming
In fact, non one hears the noise
So, if a child disappears
And no one seems to care
You'll know he was a bad one
And that Krampus, well, was there
Sep 7, 2023
Sep 7, 2023 at 1:22 PM UTC
He sneaks in the night,
and grinds upon the gristle of your bones -
in a cloak woven from the finest skin,
from the chimney he descends and creeps through your homes.
For old Saint Nick
is the propaganda before the fear,
his legend created to cover
the sick evil that manifests itself into cheer.
What's that thumping on your roof?
Trust me, it ain't no reindeer or adorable little elf -
before you can scream the world's black before you;
just another stolen skull upon his shelf.
For Krampus is one nasty wicked little devil -
so lock your windows, barricade the doors;
with a magic key he enters
his shadow bleeding blood into the snow-dusted floors...
lice jittering in the fur beneath his mangey pits,
and eldritch horns jutting from his head
he's a carnivore of the festive spirit;
his hunger and blood-thirst never truly fed.
And upon the Eve of this coming Christmas
he's got an exciting new trick -
for once he's gonna spare all the naughty children,
and instead devour our beloved old Saint Nick...
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC
Dragging a blood soaked body
Down the hall into the basement
In the presence of nobody
Then cleaning up the placement
The lights are out, in a room I hide
Under a staircase secret door
Terrified as I cling on the side
While breathing less laying on the floor
Another body being dragged
And another, how many?
This house seems to packed
Everyone dead, alive if any!
A krampus out from where
HIDE! HIDE! I don't wanna die
If I beg, will it even care
The horned beast, master of lie
The floor clenched, I hope it doesn't find
Everything seemed quite
Then I felt a hungry breath from behind
****** eyes, breathing smoke, SLASH!
......and I too became quite!
©sim
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 6:30 AM UTC
death to the hair!
all the men burning their
hir!
yeah... the missing A...
must be...
Cymru-Silesian...
coraline soundtrack -
dreaming...
davy jones' - theme song
edward scissorhands' -
ice dance
once i used to cry...
but have you ever watched
snow fall,
in a graveyard,
at night?
it'a like...
the souls of the dead were
being reborn...
so little of this world
is due to the up-keeping
of a fleeting-thought,
its objectification
of this world..
and so much of it...
is due... sorry,
dough,
of what is not thought,
but is felt...
hence my disgruntling at
what is at most: disgrace!
cheapening emotion,
how could you!
how could you
cheapen emotion to a level
of elevating thought?!
heretics!
i'll say it again:
blasphemers!
who are you to demean
emotion in favor of thought,
which you cannot convince?!
batman returns OST -
birth of a penguin part 1 & 2...
no wonder i go and ****
once my grandparents are alive...
a week or two...
twice a year...
weeks after Christmas,
and weeks after Easter...
4am over-shadows...
that concept of a lingering
guilt, about some cleavage
named Kelley Scarlett...
my due... your turn...
death appears, and disappears,
but then the "magic" of mortality...
ever watch snow fall
in a graveyard?
ever watch a supposed
Dervish in said "in situ"?
i could have died,
but upon a reinterpretation,
i did't have to live,
to subsequently die,
to live once more...
i... just didn't require
to live, at all.
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 11:03 PM UTC
** ** ** **
how can it be
that the Krampus
didnt come for me
Yet here i sit
myself alone
in my nice
and warm own home
** ** ** **
how can it be
that Krampus
didnt come for me?!
What do you mean?
didnt come
im
RIGHT
HERE
HA HA, HA HA
i know how can this be!
That the krampus is
ME!
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 1:45 PM UTC