"regicide" poems
ah, enslave without compassion
bound ancestors you must impale
go seek and show no mercy
let those who escape carry the tale
all the sufferers bearing witness
to their ministers spilling their blood
staggered screeches from bleak recesses
regicide plotters bend to the dust
with unmitigated conquest and **********
trample them under your tyranny
slimy enshrinement brings into question
what's divinely lamented for
scatter populations with ruthlessness
let them choose sycophancy or sword
reappoint difficult commanders
for instigation unbroken awaits
kept in frenzy, they whisper confusion
never quite sure of their fate
with unmitigated conquest and **********
trample them under your tyranny
let the cowardly unlock the gates for you
to heroically claim what's inside
crowds you abhor kneeling in wonder
all the world is your ****** bride
punctuate the roads with tollgates
***** monuments to broadcast your name
all your banquet's guests are your enemies
entertain them with one another's shame
with unmitigated conquest and **********
trample them under your tyranny
with unmitigated conquest and **********
trample them under your tyranny
under your tyranny
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 2:32 AM UTC
She is evil,
her manipulative ways have warped my mind,
she is evil,
she has caused me to commit an unforgivable regicide,
she is evil,
her heart is stone, and it calls me to be executed,
She is evil,
her lies have made me lost, my sanity to be disputed.
I am evil,
this story has twisted me into a monster,
i am evil,
my body taken over by a ruthless imposter,
I am evil,
corrupted by my blood thirsty hands,
I am evil,
in my wildest dreams - these werent my best laid plans.
He is evil,
my best friend, who fears i have played foully,
he is evil,
isn’t what i’m doing sick and cowardly?
he is evil,
the father who brought out my fatal flaw,
he is evil,
silence! he speaks no more!
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
a moment refines
least of all i, coarse
subdivision of all
second skies, stars,
or nothing, minute
from fall. or fallen
already. asleep for
hours. hope coiled
helplessness around
her wrist, caught my
head. spent days in
space. at least, most
of them. can't help
subduction any same,
another algebra in
stone. collapse like
month's passage. hope
won't speak, every
theory is glowing. a
year dissolves empty,
replacing every field
with stripmalls to
mountains again. a
century forgets regicide.
an eternity later, we
press against the wall
like dust coalescing.
hope strings us up,
couple more
embers in the sky.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC
Regicide,
the king has died,
people rejoice in the streets below.
Thanking, their god.
They stayed strong,
and for so long,
waiting for a man that would **** the king.
And now, they sing.
They cheer for,
a murderer,
a coward who killed a man,
just trying to do his job.
They forget,
challenges he met,
and that they voted for him.
They wanted him to win.
Now he's dead,
and they quote what he said,
"success comes with sacrifice".
And he was their sacrifice.
Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 7:08 PM UTC
Make-believe multiverses written in the
Rain
Petrichor
Ichor
Blood of (my) gods
Congeal. Thick. Rich, putrid poultry pan
opticon
theon
The bigger I am the smaller I am,
King of nutshells,
In ambition I beg--beggar butcher
Kingly kind **** beggar--look
In, give in, cave out implosion (my)
God demands sacrifice; copper
liquid spills, fresh,
Replace
old blood
Regicide,
Warm
running
red
over
Mars,
Vallies of dead bones they
Make a noise (crunch) like
Nutshells
Eggshells
White emaciated pale weathered withered
wothered wondered want I want I wont ...
A L I L Y S T A N D S
In v a n i t y v a l l e y
G r e e n blue v i o l e t
T r e m b l i n g I--I am
Cold
I can't feel my hands.
I rush rash rip stem
And all
Timeless life
Look how it not dies in my hands.
Look
I can't see
Unstuck by time trapped
In this eternity, make-believe,
Flower fickle, it is
A sentinel robbed of its post,
Eons past will pass before decay,
L I L Y ' S F A I T H --Can't
Let go of this moment, just
Let it die in peace,
In v a n i t y v a l l e y
Of bones dry dying...
When I wake up I see a man
Whose hands are open and eyes
Are free to wander.
He is royalty--a royal beggar,
A dry flower pierces
His heart--it rains
River
run red
with
orange juice sun
Squeeze.
His hands on his sides.
On sand and seashells.
Open valley, horrible horizon.
Celestial cosmos ocean sky is
That it? Is that me?
Do I raise my hands or f
a
l
l
To the ground. Beg.
Where are my gods? This
Sun is too bright, I can't see.
The cold. I blow breaths of smoke.
Vapour vanish too
Cold. I can't feel my hands. Go
Back
Inside.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
for Robert-François Damiens the Regicide
1.
"I" once ate pizza. It tasted of smudged sarcasm. "I" scarred my innards with its blazing oils. Now "I" remember it every time "I" nibble a tasty morsel, the pangs of a deadened sacrosanctity robbing my heart of its pulse.
2.
Pepperoni is vital for the one greased with illusion.
Cheese is necessary for the one who knows the word "soul" to be viable.
Tomato sauce is warrant for ritualistic exaltation.
Unleavened bread is the commandant of the fed world.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 12:17 PM UTC
would You surrender
Your festering throne
to the purge of a blade
for another game
of cosmic lottery
_Death_
the one luxury
a King is ashamed to acquire
because
all subjects can afford it
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC
Efface the corridors of my mind, they no longer matter to my hands. My hands aren't in the reflection of my eyes, anymore. The ripplets of amalgamated rigmarole has left me disconnected from my own solace. (The truth of the matter is, I detest you all)
Such a fiery passion filled with such repugnant result that only ensues regicide. Don't you see? You aren't the same as when I opened the door to Eden. Pusillanimous flowers froze under your cold dexterity and callous maneuvers as I tried, as an denizen of the air; in giving you fire. My animosity-indulged blood feel upon everything still. (Poor benevolent garden became the stage for fire and brimstone! Burn it all)
The severance between rhetorician and denizen is the best that I can do to impart my desperation. God, what must I do to show the waters and the earths of my pain? Yet, I'm overlooked. (Yes, you are overlooked. Taken for granted). The black hiding under my nails is but testimony of how blood can transmutate to dirt. (You're too nice and stupid. I detest them all) Am I to believe that time along with my memories are my enemy? Then what of my sins and their justifications? What the hell must I do?! (Envy, Envy, Envy!) Why must I insist in speaking when those who must listen choose to turn their heads and ear like imbeciles to the slaughter? (Let them ******* die! why open your mouth, you idiot?) Scrupulous actions reflect my misery that can only explained through the pen.
(Why must you waste your time? You were born alone, so die alone. Let the sky scream your name as the earth swallows your very existance and time effaces you from the memories of the inhabitants of the world. May all take a drink of the child's corrosive life and watch them atrophy and burn into nothingness)
Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 1:10 AM UTC
The heart was a delicate place. To scratch it was greater treason than regicide.
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 3:22 AM UTC
The reek of bourbon vanilla lingering through the sappy tones
Of creased leaves and crooked horns, enveloping the royal grave
Embedded with stone, the coronated statue of vines and thorns
Twirling around the remaining cores
Rotten cells and dark floral gourd, an unstable mass crawling
Amongst the bare, rotten shores
The empty shells howl its name - the king
Of naught
Brought to death on the brink - in a whim
Clasping roots and grasping vines,
Luscious soot and dull amethyst,
The graveyard of which the warriors of Gaia
Patrolled in everlasting melancholy - the betrayal of the monarchy
In which they found pleasure in the guilt of misery
They atone for the death of the reign,
Raining in droplets of sulphur and rosebuds,
Meek of the pink of the roses, embroidering the newfound majesty
Alas, the journey of futility,
The thorns grasp its throat
The emperor has been coronated to cease once more.
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
There was once a man called Richard Megacide
One day, with little provocation, he committed patricide
The jury decided man slaughter, but he soon incurred the guilt of matricide
The following month, we got wind of his act of fratricide
The judge ruled against him, then he carried out homicide
As the entire people began to complain, next was genocide
The king, though spared, didn't keep silent and the story was regicide
That very day, Richard Megacide went home and reasonably committed suicide.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
A new land, a new plan
Freedom dawns upon man
He stands, right hand
Pressed on his chest to stress
The strength he dares to possess.
Through revolution and regicide
Through intolerance and genocide
A mile walked, ten miles left behind
Creating a beautiful painting
Drawn on the canvas of time.
His life benign, followed by crime
Because he’s unfit to limit himself
Another nail driven by itself
Into his coffin that’s been waiting on the shelf
Since he fell away from himself
Corrupt beyond any help
Another mile walked, this time
Only a foot, left behind.
So we can see truth to the prophecy
And the mad prophets cackling with glee
Another tragedy, yet another symphony
The imagery is really sickening me.
What is there to be
In this world, if not free
What is there to know
If it’s all just a rolling joke.
Maybe I shouldn’t have spoke
Who knows, I don’t.
But there’s no point in standing down
While my feet are still on the ground
My hearts beating now
My brain’s thinking loud
And my voice is proud.
Another free verse to vocalize
The fact that we’re all demoralized
By the lies, by the times, and the ties
That keep us all alive.
The mistress
She missed it
It’s the bullet
That kissed it
Bloodstained garments
That flaunt it
And a blood soaked flag
That haunts it
Silhouette of a cross
That watched it
Symbolic of a trust
And we lost it
He never wished it
And couldn’t have dished it
He always told it
But couldn’t have sold it
Again and again I hear the same words
Patriotism isn’t part of the verse
Fascism couldn’t have a bigger hearse
And capitalism couldn’t be a more deluding curse.
It’s diseased at its roots
We’re deceived by the loops
And twirls that make it spin
That make us forget our world.
And it hurts
Because these material prosthetics are all lies
Democracy is an illusion
And it seems these days, free speech is a crime.
You’d better get back in line
Listen to them preach the divine
Watch them drink all the wine
And then, let them hang us all out to dry.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
broke
as a joke
no laughing matter
all the fool for wanting
to grow richer, fatter
dreams
of strolling up to the king
with his realm, robes and chatter
when his back is turned
turn his staff to an adder
regicide
the realm replied
no sooner no sadder
swiftly sentenced to swing
the second day after
so it seems wrongs
replaced rungs on this ladder
**** being made
its all mad
for this hatter
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 3:15 AM UTC
Stones hinged
In jagged mystery
Behind whispered veils
And torrid grays.
A damp earth hinting
The bashful sun
bides it’s peak.
Morning is a majesty
parried
By chaotic wakes.
Hark!
The stolen kingdom!
All is Regicide;
the car
the train
the lovers quarrel
Over coffee-
A public execution.
Mysteries remain
The sun bides less
Unabashed-
Fading
with the grays.
We’ll try again
tomorrow.
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 8:57 PM UTC
Cook our intelligence
Look at the belligerent
Hate filled hornet nest
Continent of ****** pest
Fumigation of the U S
litigation red tape
when a sticky red fate
gets caught on tape
Oppression communicate
When killers walk out gratis
CIA, FBI, NBC, All of them be
Lying to me, cause the tv told me
this was the nation of the free
**** that we are a nation of slaves
Haven't evolved since yesterdays
Declaration freedom from tyrants
Then drove the natives to tears
Never equal when they see ants
Regicide of a king who had a dream
Martyr the leaders to slow the steam
Now the nation burns its mainstream
ACAB, SRA, BLM, All of them be
Talking to me, cause life told me
That freedom it ain't really free
Data stream use instant transmission
Every one, one team with one mission
Can silence a king how about a nation
All chasing the dream of compassion
Fighting mace and tears with passion
While our president hides in his residence
Plotting with pence on building a fence
And Biden forgets he was the antecedent
Passed in 1997 military gear to the precinct
Two party election, its insanity or compliance
That trump boy works with Geppetto
Puppet and toy to masters he echos
Funny money, president to get dough
String pullers they really made a show
Now the polls they swinging so low
But Biden's another flunky
Dancin to the biddin of ******
Oligarch kings of the country
Sayin dance you ****** donkey
**** the country till it walks funny
Scared of the protest they cant contest
Plants in the crowd to **** interest
Cant fold wont be fooled by insects
Declare a war on our country's best
Commit war crimes in blue vests
I don't know where our future will go
But if we keep movin and never slow
Where we're goin is better than now
Yesterdays wounds will heal I know
This nightmare could end tomorrow
Maybe this was never the land of the free
But it could be if we wanted it to be
If we plant the seed nurture it and see
Keep it safe from greed's insanity
Nurture it with bodies of the bourgeois
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 8:38 PM UTC