"netherworlds" poems
going to the horror films
at ten years old
i wanted to be bitten by the vampire ladies
you know the ones
red brides from the netherworlds
with heaving *******
divinities of evil
with that dah look
in silky white gowns
a little messy from sleeping in the dirt
culture vulture goth girls
with upside down crosses
slags all gauzy bats in the belfry
deranged
but after all they where
dead
and dreadfully appealing
and I'm pretty fussy
so what the hell
they walked like floats
in marshy air
never touching the ground
above frozen dark crypt terrains
with twinkly bare feet
and black high glossed toenails
staring out of blood spilled eyes
drooling cloudy mouth hollows
and a yearning hungry countenance
encouraging me
to get closer
to bite me all over
pierce me
with needly fangs
puncturing little holes in tender me
making me leak like bad plumbing
until i sloped into the bog below
of course, i was panicked
all trembly
but i had a big one
for these evil shadowy ******* too
so i thought
yes
no
yes
no
yes
no
are you gonna **** me?
i asked
they drooled
ooow okay, i thought is it gonna hurt?
they shook there heads yes!
and drooled
real bad?
i inquired further
ah ha
they lingered glaring
drooling
i guess, waiting for me to make up my mind
oh okay anything for you
you dark dreamy girls
dilapidated queens of hell
with ballet derrières
"down and down I go
round and round I go
in a spin, lovin' the spin I'm in
under the old black magic called love"
after all at ten years old,
i already knew i was
a horror *****
and just a little turned on
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 11:58 AM UTC
Fecklessly eremitical
Scholars of sorcery wizened
As a thousand dew drops
Sullenly fall like tears
From furtive circean eyes,
Gnarling pious pyrognomic malevolance
Within the nebulous netherworlds
Salamandrous sanctity
Summonsing the heliacally
Resurgant vaticide from
The pheonixs flames
Newly baptised;
Immutably the darkest
Light that ever shone
Upon halcyon times.
ELEETE J MUIR
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 9:26 AM UTC
They come marching . . . The night before an exam, interview, festival or celebration.
They call the visit a mere chance
With no crooked intentions.
In human clothes when they come
They trade on my pains.
A machine of exchange they run,
To the netherworlds beyond my gains.
Every pain on my nerve grows their ego-filled pleasures.
Cruel, sadistic stones they are.
Never know a human child!
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 4:15 AM UTC
i am higher than the sun
a million miles above the one
who controls the sky
i am a record keeper
a handler of snakes
and retribution is my middle name
i am palmistry
i am sandalwood
i am a refuge and a grave
i am a paperweight
i am a slave
i see the dream space opening and closing
its talking to me
she makes faces at the fading light of the stars
do we trust our visions or are we prisoners of reason
the faceless, the voiceless wanderers
drifting in underwater color schemes
concupiscent dreams
the netherworlds beckon to us
we can't help but heed their liquid calling
i am boiling in my bathtub
joining hands and hearts
we rub away the stars from our bodies
and come clean to ******** whistling
the meandering echoes
of our fantasies
in lands of allegory and unstained wisdom
remnants of our ancestors
dancing their embodiment
with slews of musical instruments
and brews of medicine and healing herbs
we are finding the magic in our icons again
like diamonds drifting between realities
the coming satisfaction is becoming less and less attractive
so you suggest we take a deep breath
and get back to making love
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
I rode a white steed
Across the netherworlds only to reach
I rode a white steed
A knight in shining metallic armor
I fought wars for the queen
I stormed the castle walls and razed them to the ground
I fought wars for her honor
Hers is a cause that I call noble
I rode a white steed
I fought wars for the queen
I was a knight in shining armor
I fought wars for her honor
And as I'm dying
Bleeding out slowly
On a raging battlefield
Cut down by mighty king Arthur
My blood on Excalibur's blade
I die in peace
Knowing my last thoughts will be
I rode a white steed
I fought wars for the queen
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC
Don't you think that it is a little strange?
Everything I do is just a waste of time.
Possibly a never ending cycle of nothingness.
Restlessness stays with me in my sleep.
Every night I am in unrest.
Speak to me with words of encouragement.
Sing sweet melodies to me while you hold me.
I will sleep then.
Only to be awoken by terror.
Netherworlds do exist.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
The pit in the ground was dug
Then they came
A troop of wild javelina
Boasting their wares
The circle was drawn
From deep within the soil
As they danced in revelry
And the salts were cast
Into the air
Each granule dancing
With jubilation
From its blessing
Before reaching its
Final destination
Locking in the wild javelina
Paving way for the work
Before all Gods
They took their wares
Consecrated goblets
From the netherworlds
And held them to the skies
As they were filled
With rain of fine wines
The javelina crafted Cabala
Well into the night
Filling the pit
With the exalted wines
Moments before sunrise
The javelina dove
Into the pool of wines
To the center of all things
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 1:34 AM UTC
Inhospitable landscapes
And opioid canapés,
Give into grief
And metallic decay:
Your mind in situ.
Moral compasses compounded.
Green grows grey
Far swifter than you think.
In the blink of an eye
We'll see different skies.
A pale blue bloom
Will soon become doom and gloom,
And marigolds macabre,
Perfume of tulip and
Netherworlds of hubris,
Will consume the gold
And the grey.
Except
We're not there yet.
Giacommetti, Picasso and Muller foresaw:
We're all going to be ignored.
Ultimately.
A single state engrained into lore:
Deplorably thick custard creams
With a side of sea bream,
Quarter-loaf multi-seed bread
And half a shilling in the shed.
Unimaginable-
Immemorial.
Pass the headstone,
Don the frown.
The bright brown obelisk of fate
Awaits you now.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 8:45 PM UTC
Somehow I hear your sound
And I know I'm not a stranger
As though netherworlds where I roam
I find a home
And even doors
And every room
I find the otherside
I find you there
Speaking meaning from the nonsense
Let your music guide me
My heart is all I am feeling
As though sharpened knife and blunted clubs
I find my peace
And even castles
And every ghost
I find a spirit that is love
I find you there
Giving hope when all is abyss
I wish that I could see you now
Speak words through voices plain
When the music is all that matters
Even a timeless solo
Every note a giving hand
Harmony to guide me home
I find I am not alone
I find my truth
Listening to your song
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 2:11 AM UTC
Your weakness
Your nightmares
Your demons chasing you
Through netherworlds
Blame it on me
And you woke up
By punching yourself
In the eye
And now your scars are even greater
Blame it on me
Your loss
Your sorrow
Your fear
Your tomorrow
Blame it on me
And you said
The most beautiful things
I fell in love
And I loved you like no one else could
Blame it on me
Because I am weak
Even when I am strong
You saved me once
And all I could do was save you
I guess I didn't
Blame it on me
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 4:55 PM UTC