"rakshasa" poems
Onward and onward they march
These automatons of flesh and bone
Seeking whom they may devour
Upon this ungodly hour
Onward and onward they march
This army of rakshasa
United not by flag or ideals
But by the monster within
Onward and onward they march
This new dominant species
Humanity's bones break beneath
The decaying feet of the ******
Onward and onward they march
These bearers of immortality
Time, thier greatest ally
Ignorance, their greatest enemy
Onward and onward they march
These ignorant beasts of burden
Infect and feed, infect and feed
Programmed into their minds
Onward and onward they march
Into the great unknown
Knowing not what they do
Knowing not where they go
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 7:26 PM UTC
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Rampaging tiger, once gentle girl, spare us our lives!
Reduce us not to blood-spray with your lethal knives!
Lop not
our red
and raw necks
with your wicked and brutal
claws and glinting wry fangs!
You are kindly
and not a bad
monster with a sly
and voracious gut!
Have for
our wet tears
some wee pity!
This we beg, O rakshasa!
Please, remain vegetarian!
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
I share my bed with demons.
Goblins, and Rakshasa,
And Japanese Oni
stain my sheets,
already crimson,
with red hot unrest.
They do not speak in whispers.
They do not close their eyes.
Together we lie and toss,
And think and sleep
Not a wink, not a wink!
Just listen to the
Crickets and wind and,
below us,
Hear slow, steady,
Heartbeats of
the hell they call home.
Follow sulfur incense strings,
My mercy, down to the
ninth circle of my bed.
**** the swelter of
this under-the-covers underworld,
Drown touch-starved fires
with holy water sweat.
Suffocate a roomful of shadows,
with a fistful of light.
Guide my way to dreams.
Save me, save me, save me.
When you are not with me
I share my bed with demons.
Oct 6, 2021
Oct 6, 2021 at 1:45 PM UTC
Was she but the fallen
Come down to raise an Arcadian hell,
Avoiding peace in graceful slalom,
Encased in her callous breathing shell,
Most would describe her as the Cacodemon,
With the eyes of baleful sin,
Defined by her nefarious inner demon,
That had beguiled her sanity to its whim,
She breathed of ethereal indignation,
Sought upon her by trenchant thoughts,
Damning her for indulging in feelings as dissipation,
By those who seek defamatory purity as frauds,
She was the unwanted succubus,
Whose earnest beauty cost too high a price,
Her darkly alluring convictions were a neuritis,
Brought too bare all adamant admirers vice,
She was thought to be the rakshasa,
Condemned for safeholding her own heart,
Not wanting persue any psychodrama,
Not wishing for a reckless counterpart,
So she clinged to her hellhounds,
To hold at bay any contemptuous intruder’s,
And so they dub her hell bound,
Ignorant of her past patronizing prosecutors.
She is the Cacodemon,
As she shuts her gates from all,
Trusting none acclaimed shaman,
As she has already been judged to fall
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC