"necromance" poems
Hark verily my indignant venipuncture retrogression
Saudade anthropomorphic coveting empathic repression
Bask wholly in its self indulgent verbose serendipity
Happenstance to necromance enigmatic anonymity
Applied psychology catharsis my make believe aggression
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 6:15 PM UTC
This is to all those misfits
To the Romeo car-washing in Inglewood inlets
To the Hippy selling crystals on the Venice boardwalk
The Magician swallowing 8-balls at the Huntington Beach peer
The Rapper selling CDs in the Ranch Market parking lot
The **** tatting in a makeshift garage
The Poet slinging chapbooks at cafes and rec centers…
Not androids pontificating from lecterns
But grimy roots burrowing deep
Seismic rumblings toppling down
Insured ivory towers
Smashing pilled-paradigms beneath Docs
Hustling and slinging
In the forbidden outshacks of civilization
In tents, over barbed-wire, beside shards
Desperate and burning
For neither Truth or Beauty
But for LIFE
They do not tap wrists
No, they thump chests
To feel it beat
To feel it rage
For fugitive fugues
For new eternities
They embrace
********** romance
Graveyard necromance
The holy hunger for change
Defying commercials and charts
Shivering and howling on streets
Waging guerrilla war
Liberating cubicled-hearts
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
this is the golden tangent
slipping in the sinister land of
everything you ever landed
on the wings of our entire planet
left behind with every man who commands it
to live and breathe because of zed dog
look into the symbolistic meaning of z being the breathing
i live to end the simple dancing
necromancy of what is a tangent
before necromance this, ungrateful
and dried out planet
sympathy
and all that you gave it
has nothing lost in the pavement
i have nothing ever long in things
that is what i am in this whorld
not just to me
not just to you
i have everything that is left to have
this piece of sky
folding inwards
eat my favorite eye
in between yours
i am driving into the clouds running away from me
chasing always leading to the sunsets i remember
being there in the patient virtue of your hating
and what it have me the right to see hindsight in
I'm not a patient to this believing of all that is saving
I'm not a blatant worry to society
all those things are hidden here
in this hideaway drawer that you left open
bang your knee and remember the contents, and how they are broken.
leave this world like a patient embalming emblem
letting you patiently open the whorl pool of patient
what is the payment and grace of the spoken
for the hindsight of all those things that are left broken
so this is the river flooding over the burning bridge
this is the island , that is underwater, thanking the ice caps for growing
this is the row boat is which you gave birth to a baby, that someone is borrowing
this is the patience of all those that are waiting for you to get better
this is the road home
lets try this pipe and hope it goes to your favorite level
let the mushrooms that grant you breathe of fire, become flowers that are shinning even in the daytime.
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 11:49 AM UTC
Every time I look into the mirror,
I see it in my face
I'm possessed by the goblin child
Who'll destroy the human race, though,
I haven't forgotten hope
I know the ancient lore,
God will strike me down
To Hell, forevermore
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
You tore my heart like a dagger’s ******
When before you it was laid
You, a parasite fuelled by lust
Like drunk demonic parade
You’ve tarred a mind that once was sound
To make it your bed and your domain
Degenerate to whom I'm bound
Like a convict to a chain
Like a gambling man to fortune’s wheel
Like the lush to a bottle of gin,
Like the maggots to their grisly meal,
**** you, you rot from within!
Give to me a swift, sharp death
For to set my weak soul free,
Give me poison to taint my breath
For to take my fear from me
Alas! both the poison and the blade
Contemptuously said to me:
"You will not be freed or slayed
From your accursed slavery
You fool! — if from that deadly trance
Of which your release you desire
Your kisses would necromance
The cadaver of your vampire!"
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 2:57 PM UTC
Stop sittin', staring silently,
Sipping some sad, salty sea.
Thinking that the time travails,
And all and any always ails.
Directly desist doomsday dreams!
Nightmares necromance no names.
Freedom fancies foes for flames.
Gladness garners greater gains.
Oct 6, 2012
Oct 6, 2012 at 12:26 PM UTC
A circle of salt and a smug expression.
"Not today bro!"
bloop
"Necromance if you want to, you can bring your friends to life!"
Cheers.
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 7:13 PM UTC
We were bound together
By a power
Of crushed sea shells
And pressed tiger flowers
By burnt sugar, rice wine
And sweet incubated language.
You wrapped my toes
With your cotton words
And I should have known
You were an illusion
By the rabbit
I found
In your hat.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
“’Have you ever seen a man?’ I knew he meant naked. He disrobed.Then he just stood there in front of me and I kept on staring at him. Then I felt very depressed.”
- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Afternoons while the dog sleeps
turned over on the side and i wonder what organs i push on
liver? spleen? clean the bile for me, please
and then I shall leave extra gratuity.
Please don’t cry, I feel a hand on my hipbone
my eyes pressed against the olive cushion
The green and the wood of the trees blur into one outside my
june july window
much like the book of Esther i look for a place inside
myself to stop the killing of decency inside myself and
i cannot muster it much like anything else.
I wish i had never asked that December night to go
I stop the disgust cut it at the bud
find a way to necromance up my personality
the outside is smelling of charcoal
i stare at his flesh,
then at mine then
at the floor.
he says we shall wait all i want and
now he is looking at me with doe eyes and i
nod. I nod. I feel i am ok now.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
necromance inscape escape patience
albino Buckethead assault
nuts bucketbots' bolts
slug BucketheadLand vault
dark arhaic magic pick
Omen Wow
Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 12:04 PM UTC
You say in my selfish suicidal wake,
you were saying how amazing I was
when you never danced for me
or called me to say you wanted to see me
or really ever called me back for that matter
no just when I was ready to slit my wrists
you stopped me by saying lies clearly
so now I'm alive and I have no idea why
I did it for you. you never danced for me
necromance me for I am just as dead
trying this life thing out , for another year
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 11:35 AM UTC