"satans" poems
*she said
being a feminist
i have forsaken the temples of normalcy
for dark gratifications and base seduction
and discovered that those who know the pleasures
of objectification
and frenzied ****** lucidity with strangers
are wiser then the children of sweetness and light
as marriage betrays the need to satisfy
secret dark labyrinths desire
and in its place
repeats ad nauseum
blunt fortitudes
in dim sunless rooms
for fear of the transgressive
satans *** nail
is conventions essential creed
exhaustions hand maid
rendered imagine-less
bereft of the new
until a mere stand in
for true desire is left
like a starved ghost
on a dead moon
a desiccated morsel
left for a hungry mouse
is romantic marriage a poetic conception
by love starved victorian imbeciles
vanquished in increments
by petty spats of blood and thunder
who know not the joys of the whips blood toothed kisses
purgation's brutal sensuality
and a creel
of ramming butter **** gang bangs
in secret fetish gardens
of cries and coos
that leave the *** wilted
and the soul lite
like a butterfly in heaven
slave girl asks
as hips sway
to sacred dionysian storms
in the smoldering pangs
of the heart
as backs writhe and arch
flex and sweat rhapsodic
and viscera panic with desire
are not such delicious degradations
pleasures ravage despicable
cause for an ecstatic celebration
kindling
fiery vapors incense
en-flamed dragons blood
for drooling kisses
that talk in tongues
in a language that everyone understands
infinitly preferred
over the rolling eyes of disapproval
in the tepid marriage bed*
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 5:48 PM UTC
maturity admired exaggerated by far
assumed mutual care
me, stepped on Satans tail
ignoring elder warnings
believing Satans whispers
building, dreaming forging forever happiness on a whisper, sweat whisper
i enjoyed the dripping yellow whisper
smooth clear honey, flowed
my deity please remember me think me
i Begg for my soul, please mercy
please release my soul
ties that bind, please destroy
by faith alone, a righteous prayer
my redeemer lives
standing on faiths shoulder, my enemies crumble and fall
father please forgive an ignorant youth no more
old spit out toy, emotionless
the road is hard, please carry me
by faith alone, by faith alone
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 8:32 AM UTC
thank god, above all
me, born in age of female equality evolution
in any other age
me, a slave
confined by financial, educational and social inequality
fueled by power deluded women-peons
leaving mountains and dungeons in passing
tears of blood
shed by disillusioned soul
instinctively knowing,
i can create my own destiny
life time spend achieving
smoothing the road for future daughters
BUT
satans has intervened once more
present daughters do not value
their priceless inheritance
many squander it, willingly
but few remain
with noble footing
instinctively calling out, to higher power
uneducated, still knowing
god exist, he is watching
and my inner strength comes from my creator
who created for a purpose
hail the king of kings
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 4:59 AM UTC
I sleep in pitch black rooms and wait
for candles to light themselves
Thoughts the same shade of dark.
Counting sheep as they hop into slaughter houses of gluttonous, avaricious men who trade their humanity for pocket change.
While satans minions work with circumspectivness to reap what their slave-like bourgeois have sewn living with a motto of
Yesterday is history tomorrow is a mystery
In the Meantime fribble prodigal sons of the privileged ponder their inheritance
While the daughter of a currier burns her fathers letters because something's are best left unknown
and the candles remain unlit.
But beauteous animals still roam free in the wild,
little kids still smile.
There's hope in the heart of each child.
Sitting in seclusion and coming to Ambiguous conclusions is always productive
So When did the key to success become failure?
when wasn't it?
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
there's no point writing out what poetry is... if you don't actually write it.
a whiskey prior noon,
too soon, too soon,
too soon?
i'll be cooking a turkey curry later,
a whiskey prior noon,
too soon, too soon,
too soon?!
rhyme or rhythmic, perhaps the latter
in Dante's trinity of rhymes -
poetry of the near-illiterate,
who never read as much as could
have been -
thinking it out as origin and originals -
a man without influence is
not worth reciting -
he'll still have to borrow
the life of a Henry VIII somehow,
whether he has or hasn't read a book
concerning the man -
while the Vatican emerges as the gossip
library of all the European royal families,
and indeed Henry VIII dubbed
Anne Boleyn's cow dangler *******
duckies - i think it's due to the fact
he quacked while he suckled the *******
like a pre-mature **** not producing ***** -
seriously, no milk;
and as honesty goes, ********** literature
does it for me, patron saint kenneth rexroth -
self-education moulds the self into a
pristine sequence of surprises -
there the pop of a balloon,
there the weeping clown...
there the giraffe on stilts!
indeed even at university entry point
where i deposited my self
i came back with debts!
idiotic treachery of teaching the politicised
version of language,
as language per se simply called grammatically
sound, in politics simply versed "correct";
two satans from Syria while Solomon
had his harem,
a third from Poland,
they say the holocaust,
6 million if not more citizens of the world
with polish passports - mind you
they took the Diogenes quote
into left and right parallel readied for a march -
Apollo listened then laughed at
the failures counting to 13 - laughing
while the words 'too the moon!' were eased
out from his helium filled lungs.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 6:11 AM UTC
The internal battle..eternal....(one from the vault)
Lucifer and Jehovah dancing some mad bossa nova
While angels on horse backs fought devils with black jacks
The white dove of peace had surrendered his lease
So God ripped off his wings.. he no longer sings
Then the Devil ripped out his heart so it could end at the start.
Wagner and Chopin got frightened..
..and off they ran.
But Beethoven and Bach were sat in the park
Composing arias to fight Hells hot fires.
While Chekhov and Handel burned coramandel
But the smoke from that pyre stank like a byre.
Socrates was sat dispensing the ethics
Hippocrates swore while dishing out medics
The Muses were musing one or two were enthusing
Oooh look.. the good against sinner
Let's go down the bookies and have a bet on the winner.
Cometh the day cometh the morn
Cometh the hour cometh the dawn.
Here is Joshua blowing his horn
And here comes Gabriel but all that he meets
Are the countless dead lining up on the streets
And the wounded and deathbound far far below
I feel sorry for Gabriel I wish he could go.
But Picasso arrives and cries
My God it's my Guernica I'll do a pastiche
Oh F*ck it he says and has a pastis (or two)
Then Pollack turns up totally ******
Picks up a paint and says what I have missed?
What a fantastic sight.. angels flashing demons crashing
The hounds of Hell with teeth a gnashing
Then Neptune arrives astride his watery chariot
Scything through Demons and sat beside Judas Iscariot
Mermen and mermaids mercilessly slayed
By Beelzebubs prototypes
Those that live in the black nights.
But as the dawn breaks God knows what it takes
So he sends for his legions calls out to all regions
Take arms and do battle
Till we hears Satans death rattle.
And the heavens rip asunder to the sound of the thunder.
Satan rings on Hells bell.. tells them all is not well
Then disappears from our sight as if he's turned off the light.
Then I awake with a start knowing that I've been a part
Of something vast something grand
A spiritual war being fought in this land
I am alive and I shall survive.
PRAISE BE.
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 9:08 AM UTC
You better watch out
- You better not cry
You better not shout
- I'm telling you why
Satans spawns are coming to town
They're checking their list
- They're checking it twice;
Gonna find out who's naughty or nice
Satans spawns are coming to town
They see you when you're sleeping
- They know when you're awake
They know if you've been bad or good
- So be good for goodness sake!
O! You better watch out!
- You better not cry
- Better not shout
I'm telling you why
Satans spawns are coming to town
M.M ©2012
Jan 4, 2012
Jan 4, 2012 at 5:32 PM UTC
sorrows,
shaved scalp,
sorrows,
forehead heavy with ash,
sorrows,
scabs scraped with broken pottery,
sorrows,
all the gods stopped playing fair,
sorrows,
with cold sons and contradictory friends,
sorrows,
for the saints,
sorrows,
for the satans,
sorrows,
for citing both.
sorrows,
at the sound of laughter,
sorrows,
at the touch of neighbors,
sorrows,
for losing my mind,
my maker,
my family,
sorrows,
while everyone else is content
to live in ****** sitcoms
and safety-net salvation.
Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 5:28 PM UTC
I am left to wander in the depths of my despair.
A dark place; no light, no hope.
Perpetually crippled by deathly demons.
The selfish satans seeking insuppressible sadness and pain.
I, the lone wanderer, musn't give in.
A direction is beginning to take shape.
The lone wanderer will find an escape.
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 10:14 AM UTC
I overpour with secrets of myraid temptations,
So foul it would make one's mind sway,
And simmer satans glee,
So raw,
They associate blood with lust,
And flesh and skin as an element of desire and worship,
So menacing yet delightful,
Pleasure that Involves both the extremes,
A symphony of constant humiliation,
On his knees shall he reside,
Begging to unearth more of the pleasure,
It's permanent reminder on his body shall remain,
In the form of a scar,
Reminding him of the pleasure and pain,
Sep 28, 2024
Sep 28, 2024 at 6:14 PM UTC
Checks his cards with certainty
Poker face that shows no sign
Of the best cards he has and holds
Structured so, flawless design
---------------------------
*He lays the King of Spades
The story goes he digs your grave
A brutal, merciless, powerful lord
On par with Satans' desire to destroy*
--------------------------
Spreads his hand, checks again
The end is nigh for you, my friend
He smiles a little, it fits the moment
When he lays the dreaded Joker
----------------------------
*Word has it, the Joker, a clown
Is the one who underneath his smile, a frown
He jests and contests with others simply for smiles
No currency has he, amusement his one bright fire*
--------------------
The final card, Uno, one claims
The one thing society brutally maims
For each is unique, a vital part
When he plays the Ace of Hearts
-------------------------
"Thank you for playing me
Not many accept my challenge, you see
They call me Silence, the Blank Card
And my skill with words vastly admired"
I just don't talk so much
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 5:24 AM UTC
Unless your a lefty then it crawls along the skyline.
Smudgless and contorted.
Unless the culture teaches right to left.
Otherwise.
Ride the skyline
Wrist like a cervical spasm?
A long necked goose preening his
Breast feathers.
Methinks a right handed world stinks to a lefty.
A much discouraged practice in the church when
I was just a lad
In league with the devil
Satans scribe.
Jesus Christ. I lapsed at 22.
I love god.
Just not the one I knew.
Do onto others as you would have them do unto you.
Case closed. Period. Full stop..
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
Satan rules he is the master
He leaves behind
A trail of disaster
His aim never to enjoy
Destruction is his game
His ploy
His spoken words
They spit like fire
No truth
Evident
From this liar
His gift to all
His twain shall meet
Corruption >pain>lies> deceit
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC
In between life’s mortal coil
where living teaches harshest real.
Mixed between the good and vile
this is the realm we learn to feel.
Our feelings good or very bad
often guide our way in life,
in many ways it is so sad.
Our past does cause us so much strife.
From early years I lived with rage.
Violence was just a way it seems.
Beatings from an early age
it took away our childhood dreams.
The first girl that I really liked
assumed there was some good in me
until my temper truly spiked.
It's when she wanted to be free.
I sit alone and sometimes cry
because of the things I have done.
In retrospect I’d rather die
or disappear and run, run, run.
It just comes out in angers run,
before I know it I strike out.
Just thank the Lord I had no gun
because I would use it there’s no doubt.
After many bad association
where violence has been used to quell
I hope that in this new relation
this time I do not go through hell.
I fight so hard now to restrain
my temper being what it be
From violence I must refrain
once and for all I can be free.
Free from anguish, free from blame.
Not to recall my younger days
Just talk instead of being inflamed
like others in more normal ways.
Now I am married with a wife.
Three loving children I adore
I think now when I feel the strife
No longer use my Satan’s claw.
Satan’s claw is what I call
my way of evil mindedness.
No longer to this way I fall,
now I can make this recompense.
Although my upbringing was quite bad
I feel I blamed my ways on this,
my parent’s lives’ were very sad
and something I shall never miss.
My life has gained in many ways.
My family I love more than all
and life is now something I praise
I thank God each day that I don’t fall
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC
The totality of a stare, their for changing life's bitter holds
My theory that we all are seekers is an ex-stressor of unwitting changes
voiceless changing clanging colds
Now a life this life has execrated all of your dreams
You and I cure the ice to satisfy the demons the night but it grows warmer I warn thee
Devious power and burning nights.. who is of the dead?
Devious powers all is quite right.. I am inside your head
Uncalled for searing this justice holy tower you're turret nare an arrow sent
And when the future holds against our bonds untold a world with forms reached out only to allow an ever changing destiny..
Then I shall cry out a theory for them a theory untold
Devious fires powers of the night Don't question the order do as your told
Fleece of the stripeless tiger nears telling all of us of the powers of doom
and your life is speaking slashing shshsh turn to dust soon you'll be through
If again you make this plea don't try to be the same as the one who turned to me
For within you are gone and in your mind we are all keepers but this is not wrong
I am turned putrid and this procures the storm
unworthy yet with this answer land will fall soon and shed this life for demons and right hurt eyes skin lips and all
Devious powers burning in the nights of the undead
You called out the scarring the twist of the unsent
Then I shall cry out a theory for them a theory untold
Devious fires powers of the night Don't question the order do as your told
Played by the fame then went a force of Satans wings ornate of diamonds and led
When the theory of theories is finally told the solving and the puzzle is an ultimate theory untold
Drafting and waning your demeanor a field of wrought with a killing and blight
Into a dark horizon one hand awakens as certainty puts up a fight
Then I shall cry out doubting you'd ever listen to me
Then I'd cry for us as the devout for the theories untold is ever our destiny
Then I shall cry out for a theory for them a theory untold
Devious fires powers of the night Don't question the order do as your told
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 12:03 AM UTC
And so it is,
That I hide
I can't abide
By natures laws,
I confide
Contemplate suicide
Darkly, swinging wide
A clock hand
Unto this,
I remiss
Longing greatly,
For deaths sweet kiss
Dark song,
Blackened lips
Fingertips
I served your table,
Pay your tips
Money spent
Membership dues,
You haven't a clue
Real life in truth,
Coloured blue
Black rainbows,
Make your wage
Dance on stage,
Oldened
Turn the page
A tune
Step in time,
Sing your rhyme
Its what they want,
They've paid their dime
Watch it,
See me here
Am I clear
The heat,
It sears
I can't breathe
The air is stale
My skin is pale
And I hang,
From Satans tail
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 1:02 PM UTC
i don't know.
where my life went.
but now i am dead.
my life was spent.
i put on my dress.
as green as envy.
my skin covering hate.
with witch my heart was heavy.
my lips.
red like lust.
i wore the seven sins that night.
thinking. **** i must.
her eyes shone.
full of greed and gluttony.
that her jewels gladly portrayed.
hidden there a mutiny.
her hair done up.
in a way.
that showed sloth.
its fashion lazy.
she walked.
every step full of pride.
that was misplaced.
she didn't try to hide.
she let out her wrath.
and danced on satans floor.
dancing with the devil.
unable to stop her feet ****** and sore.
for one dance with the devil.
on his own dance floor.
her soul long gone.
the song forever more.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 2:28 PM UTC
Stella had a pentagram etched
across her pert chest,
her jet hair
accentuated
her icy blues,
she walked twisting the heads
of the forsaken,
she was black magic,
all the way.
Satan has all the spellbinding girls.
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC
I went everywhere in my dream.
I went to the past and saw the future
Took pictures of my old house,
Realized how haunted the neighborhood that I grew up in was.
I took your best friend to my old back yard. Just to dance with her again
I confessed my undying love like it wasn't a problem. And when I turned
She was wind, and I had to cut the air with a blade just for Satans protection.
I ran back inside and packed my old books and kept deciding on which ones to leave behind.
The way the new owners rushed me out
Like time was a decision not worth noting
We drove to a new state, with new faces
And I used my phone to communicate
With my first unrequited love.
How i still want her , but no longer care for her. The way i used to want to hold her sensually ,when i was a ******
Now a primal urge to answer her proposition with the most careless of
"Sure"s
I asked her if it was a dream and the way she said it "could be" made it feel more real.
And after one of the mamma cats died
Leaving all the babies for one tabby to feed
I realized that life is ...
And all i can do is love the runts
Untill they are burried , and then the love changes to a past tense
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
Lord i will only look to you for the anwsers i seek. Even when i feel like your not listening you've heard every word ive speaked.lord you are everything from the water flowing in a creek. To the trees dancing in the breeze. You eliminate the odor of sin in my life so you are lifes febreze. You only see the best in me while people only see the worst. But there judgements are irreleva"nt because you lord come first. You are in control so to you my life has been rehearsed. So you know everything that has happened.and in my future whats going to occur. So my life is in your hands so i crave your direction. I will make mistakes but when i do i will ask for your correction. Because if you called me right now would i be ready for inspection. You are my quaterback and every play you've made has been perfected. And i am the receiver so my job is to catch the reception. Or will i be to distracted by the defense of the enemy whos only plan is interception. He plans to knock me of the route that you intend me to run. But his bumps dont matter because i was constructed and instructed by the holy one! So the play that you call will be the one thats true and clear. So when i take off from that line the defense will push and pull but i will not adhere to fear. I will stay on my route while you whisper in my ear break left. Break right. Jump. Now my feet are in the air. And how im going to land is not always clear. but the play that you've called is one of truth and so divine. That even though i dnt know where im about land when i look up and catch the ball and stop worrying about the defense. And stop worrying bout my weakness.ive just scored your touchdown and satans been defeated.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC
Loving you was once precious and the light it gave once let me bask in the glow,
Now I realize how you've destroyed all the possible sucess I could've acheived,
You are not an angel like I once claimed you were,
Now in my eyes you are only one of Satans spawns,
You try to repair it all but you only make it worse,
You think I don't know the truth,
Like I'm some sort of ****** fool?!
I know better than to play by your rules,
This time when you try to "fix things"
I'll say ***** YOU"** and walk away,
And when I go don't expect me to come back,
Not for you,
Hell no.
Feb 9, 2012
Feb 9, 2012 at 7:47 AM UTC
Flowing like the water baby
This is what his problem
Maybe take the world it makes you crazy
This is what is to me.
Astronauts become so lazy they don't tell us thet there leaving.
Can I get a kiss goodbye or something that you always tell me.
Lies, lies lies,lies
That's all I hear!
Die,die, die, die
Or disappear
Hook:
I'm so out of here
I disappear I disappear
Shine your light ,shine your light!!
Be Reveal...
Be revealed....
Pridefulness is what you want
You cover up the goldly stuff
And satans gunna make you lunch
So foolish when it comes to this
Son of God we need your love
Like a whole in one that's playing cause
I never seen the difference of
A perfect one to helps cause
Lies(4x)
That's all we hear
Die(4x)
Or disappear
Hook:
I'm so out of here
I disappear I disappear
Shine your light ,shine your light!!
Be Reveal...
Be revealed
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 6:14 PM UTC
Buried down inside my mind
Hidden deep within
Are thoughts I cannot tell
Of hate and lust and sin
Darkness rules this place
Where I often go to visit
A heart that is willing
Is Satans only requisite
There I meet the demons
The ones that cause me shame
Gropeing all upon me
Yelling out my name
Tempting me to do
Acts I thought I couldent
Thoughts and visions seen
Of things I know I shouldent
I turn to try to run
And from the evil flee
But I cannot escape
The temptations holding me
At last I break away
It is only a short reprieve
For soon again I'm tempted
By the lies the demons weave
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 3:53 PM UTC
Suicide
Is not an option
Well, not the only option at least
Don't lease
Your life to poor tenants
Who have more money than you
They will define worthlessness in numbers
Under the umbrella of life, i am asked to rationalize my fear
In ratio to careers
Plural is the breeding ground of statistics
And can you explain to me the difference
Between a near death experience
And being on your hands and knees
In the depths of hell?
There isn't satin sheets in satans hotel
The Irony of taking the escalator down
This fiery decline
To where chairs
Don't even recline
Did your mother ever tell you,
"Don't sweat the small stuff"
The Check-in line grows
There is Nancy, who wont stop asking your name
And Doreen, who's daughter clearly doesn't want to visit
And Jasper, who has been told he is insane and wont stop smiling
And Darin, who works the front desk and hates when people mispronounce his name
How do you mispronounce Darin - is this a test, or a sick game?
And don't forget dear Janet - today she ascends from the underworld
But can't stop crying tears of joyless joy
Unlike me, maybe she doesn't want to leave
These people are dying for attention - where the hell are their families?
Ostracized and alone
Its a cut throat battle
To use a single telephone
Let it be known
You don't want to die this soon
Hell
Is a psych ward waiting room
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 4:37 PM UTC
Snow flakes falling in the abyss
Cold antic whispers of sin
The frozen trail deaths finger tips leave across your soul
Mendacious eyes in the dark
A crook of a finger
Leads you farther into the dark
Hand in hand with the beast with wings of the angles
Satans halo warped and bloodied
Stains of the sinners sins on his robe
Evil lays in wake, but slumbers deeply
Hope is running out
Tick of the cracked face clock
The night of an eclipse
Alls dark for a few seconds
****** a few innocents
Corrupt them
Then consume
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 10:44 PM UTC