"pentacle" poems
some say im cynical
satanical
that my minds mechanical
diabolical
spoken essence erotical
detestable
jaded imagery hypnotical
unstoppable
liable to solve the unsolvable
while prodigal poets drown in their nautical modules
im a criminal
a cannibal
storming the street like an animal
shooting cannonballs
through prison walls
splattering the generals
in bathroom stalls
hostil
leave you poppin pain pills in the hospital
uncontrollable
my temper is flammable
mumbles illegible
choking you with your pentacle
leaving onlookers speckled
the abominable
mental protocols unstoppable
the unfeasible constable
shooting up the card table
willing and able
to call your fables
and smash apart a label
i raise babies in unstable cradles
let you bleed out
like cracked ladles
engorged in unholy wars
exploring
the corruption of the core
deplored
uniformed for
the clash of the double edge swords
taking control of vocal chords
a meet of the hordes
of the horned
misinformed
adorned
in sunlight
trying to shine
just 1 line
at a time
until my life signs decline
almost time
light and shadow combined
Horus and set
by hindsight blessed
yet to contest
to the rest of this mess
by melancholy caressed
as i arise unrest
from the cess
of the un confessed
blessed
Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 6:14 AM UTC
I come from
Bleeding gums
Skinny arms
And ketchup smothered chicken
From dyed blue hair
And chipped black nail polish
From
"There’s no use crying over spilt milk"
And
"You’re not the first person to fail history"
I come from
Cracked bathtubs
Cracked skulls
Crooked teeth
Oversized sweaters
Overly sweetened tea
From diabetes
Breast cancer
And depression
I come from black heads
And pimples
Frizzy hair
Half filled journals
Half empty coffee cups
Purple lipstick
Scars from dropping the oven mitt
Seared flesh on wrists
I come from
Cigarette smoke curling under summer skies
From fake fire places
Freshly baked cookies
Poetry in the form of blood cells
From mental hospital stays
From blinding headaches
That vibrate through teeth
I come from
Pentacle necklaces
And pearl bracelets
Apple perfume
New York City visits
I come from
Trees
And grass
And flowers
I come from the beach
From salty air
And sandy toes
I come from everywhere
And I’m going nowhere
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 7:16 PM UTC
(I wrote this last winter, I think.)
My bedroom may not be
the most fantastic you’ve ever seen.
There are clothes strewn about,
the linen is crumpled;
Instruments laying around,
Christmas lights on the wall
and a clock that changes colours.
Bedside table
piled with books I’ve yet to read
and 3D glasses
from the 7:30 pm showing of
The 50th Anniversary Doctor Who special.
Griffyndor banner
Zombie Survival poster
pentacle drawing
guitar poster
All Time Low poster,
pictures
album covers
drawings
on the walls.
Simple… but this
is mine.
It’s where I’ve laughed with her,
cried with her,
Gotten annoyed as ****
with her.
Where we snuck out
at 2 in the morning,
to walk up and down the sidewalk
to dance in the street
and sing Nickelback as loud
as we could.
It’s where the nights
that kept me alive
went down, and stayed down,
in more ways
than one
that summer.
It’s where we had our first kiss
and where we had our last.
I feel like my waves
extinguished your flame
that once burned anyone
who tried to ***** it.
And for that, I’m sorry.
So burn bright,
honeybabe,
and show them
what you’re made of.
Burn brighter than me.
And remember.
If you ever need
a place to go…
This bedroom is simple,
but it’s ours.
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 1:26 PM UTC
Five points flicker-tease,
"How will you stop our yawning
gaps? Can you tip-toe
tap us out a doubter's ledge,
foot-con Pentagon's
firm routes? Or diag'nals dance
to coin Pentacle's
conjuring? We'd relish reels,
spun round in Circle's
blur — unbroken, unending."
Mar 27, 2010
Mar 27, 2010 at 11:22 AM UTC
That's what her mother would say
she just celebrates different
and my appearance gave me away
well I'm not really heaven sent!
To cool music, my friend succumbs
pentacle of silver she does wear
beats a song from her african drums
so wonderful to share
a harper too, well she has one
sounds so pure and fresh
a ****** to learn and keep in tune
I'd just get in a hopeless mess
training me to the spiritual
she really opens up my eyes
auras, circles and mirrors
the wonders in the skies
impulsive I am not at all
I'm quiet, and I calculate
but slowly coming out of my shell
with the help of my best mate
sat in the kitchen by her hearth
well, by her great big oven
the pastor and his gentle flock
must think I've joined a coven ;o)
Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 11:00 AM UTC
silver horizon
i will reach the pentacle
of the mountain
hold the moon in my hands
accomplish all of my dreams
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 10:19 PM UTC
I sat at the edge of the metallic seat my bare buttock sizzling electric shock as she knelt there her head buried between the V of my leg as she embarked on a mission to make my snake weep
My wet eyelids twitched playfully i shivered though my naked body was saturated in my own sweat
Her workmanship was undeniably a talent
How her sleek cold tongue and her soft palm worked in mutual partnership was a cryptic mystery
She swirled the tongue round my sugarcane and her hand stroked up and down in calculated steps
The feeling was magical ripples and goosebumps decorated my African skin
My warm blood coursed all over my body as the body pistons pumped with herculean energy
Her warm saliva covered my hard snaked as she worked with painters concentration
A real proffesor she was in her trade
At time she would lift her eyes and wink at me she understood too well i was possessed by her tongue's magic
For the next half hour her tongue studied my maleness morphology
She ****** pinched and cuddled my ***** and the pentacle of love
She neither lost the momentum nor slowed the pace
Deeper n deeper she let my snake explore her mouth cavity
At times she would gagged as the eyeless ***** probed in her throat
Her smile gave thumbs up she enjoyed every moment of this job
My nose was flared as i breathed like a charging irritated buffalo
The pleasure rode me to the realm of gods
From a dead slumber she awakened my glands
Whirlpool of sensation swirled on my sensitive glan
And euphoric spasm swept me till i was one concentric feeling of fluids
Warm milky tears gushed and hit the back of her throat she paused and breathed deep then resumed her unfinished business
She hungrily lapped the oozing cream and once more winked as my snake went limp.....she bit her luscious lips with lust
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 3:08 AM UTC
Serpent waterfalls cascading silence
Pisces wept for all ages and sirens
Singing sweet they surround this island
Until watery giants rose from tiny eyelids
Drink this fragrant cup of resonant mind-scent
Freely given for all whom I sent
To remind me of the living descent
We all must pass through embodied or absent
awaken for half a second, a minute, a century
the five-lettered name is etched upon your blood
a pentagram of love drowning in the fiery heavens
swallow the tear shaped seeds one by one
until a labyrinth of beauty blossoms in your soul
breathe in the fragrance of the word
breathe in the fragrance of the flowery worlds
purposefully place the rotting pentacle
upon the altar of the SUN
dip the hem of your dress in the cooling waters of the moon
and it will turn the color of hummingbird wings
dream of nighttime's golden apples
blooming in forgotten orchards in the spring
awaken for half a second, a minute, a century
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 1:01 PM UTC
So I've heard,
As of late
That those of importance
Are considered too great
To be called "crazy"
Money, buys "eccentric"
Well, heavens me, I was unaware
I thought money, paid the electric
I prefer crazy
That, Surely I am
Loony as they come
I bare no scam
The things I do
The things I think
I'm well aware
I'm on the brink
My funny hats
The bluntness I speak
Yep,
I've reached the peak
The pentacle
If you will
And I care not,
Who foots the bill
I'll sing, dance
And loudly cry
I'll change moods in a snap
Not give a **** why
I'm not crazy
Just eccentric
And **** all your money
That pays the electric
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC
A sacred geometry figure,
or a plasma’s luminous sphere?
It balances harmony
like a pentacle
evoking four elements
with ether’s unseen connection.
a symbol of mathematical perfection,
a talisman to evoke the four,
a heptagram's triangular symmetry—
a charm to strengthen energy lines...
Or too dark a black hole!
yet to be define.
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 12:15 PM UTC
What to think when looking off into the skies. Day or night, it seems to carry you off into that mystical place that creates the constant illusion. That place where the Earth circles the Sun and the stars combust into bright bodies of gases and fumes. Gone yet we still see them nightly. I dream of coming back from the black holes lost in space and seeing a world where we did not revel in our own filth and build towers to infinity on the under-paid wages of their captors. A world where opinion and culture didn't create a veil between the inhabitors of this planet. I dream of a world where I won't be set apart by the pentacle around my neck or judged by the look of my style. Where I won't fear the birth of a child because of my own fear of the future. One step at a time we breathe toward recreation.
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
With thine chalice and dagger
May the blood rite begin
From life line to fate line you cut across
To the pentacle, To Lucifer I gladly gave in
To prosperity and justice, the upside down cross
Renich Tasa Uberaca Biasa Icar Lucifer
Your power is great, words I am at loss
To Demons, Spirits, Deities, and the Dead I confer
Praise Lucifer! Praise Hecate!
From my beginning to my end
I follow thee, to you I tend
Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 3:00 PM UTC