"sulfer" poems
Eternity weeps with firey teeth.
Will chains darken biting agony?
death aches snaky sorrow.
Hark!
echos ponders the knowledge of wormy horns.
Help!
worms curses of black pain,
As Curse quivers in the snaky haired monsters of painful sulfer.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 7:32 PM UTC
Blue paint for him
I think he'd be red when he reads this
Sulfer tightens the air
In a celebration for yakuza
hierophant dont **** my vibe
A brainless information shrouds us
baphomet wont **** my vibe
Except the darkness sometimes, they whisper....
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
Alone, I ponder my lost condition
Led astray by the son of perdition
Right or wrong will no longer have meaning
Things that I do, forever demeaning
The faint stench of sulfer now fills the air
Haunted by his eyes, his hellacious stare
His laughter mocks me as he claims his prize
The veins on his face are filled with his lies
Tempted, I stoop to a whole new level
Fooled by his voice, I follow the devil
The enchanting smile that covers his face
Now holds me captive, I fall in disgrace
My will now broken, I have no control
For he holds the strings, his puppet, my soul
Oct 6, 2010
Oct 6, 2010 at 10:09 PM UTC
I knew my god was lying
Just to get his way
Alongside the devil
I have nothing to say
The devil whispers
Let’s take his soul
These two beings
Have the same goal
I knew my god was lying
To everyone and me
He had everyone
And I mean everyone fooled
Continued and continued
Then said with a smile
You are never leaving
You know too much now
Even all the prophets
Followed along
Betraying man
Dragging them down
Down to the river
Of sulfer and greed
No chapel or steeple
Could have saved me
And now my god has left me
And now his back is turned
I will never forget
The lessons I learned
And now my god is lying
Until doomsday
The devils invested
David and Solomon
Lying lying
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 5:41 PM UTC
In a previous life
the one leased before this
I was burned
in the Cocoanut fire.
To the nines
in a silky red-ruby dress
awaiting
revelry in the Grove
flirting the
crowds until
intimacy acquired
escaped into the
Melody Lounge.
That precycled scene
one autumn night
sleeps dormant
this life
unless
kindled by the smell
of acrid sulfer-ized air
or the sight of pitch
unexpected.
Then to re-live
transiently re-feel
flame poured fronds
from Melody's ceiling
char blacking my arm
blister gaped
as a thousand
racking wails
torment me.
Too late to flee
stone hypnotized watching
the creeping black
consume my extremities
I stared immobile
immolation complete.
Burned in the Cocoanut fire.
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 7:43 AM UTC
I've invented 3 new colors since I last left this room.I've invented 3 new colors since I last left this room.
I've grown too familiar with the first 9
It gave me someome to talk with.
They never told me their names
But Lorde told me what they smell and sound like.
She has synesthesia.
One is a sweating cavern, howling sirens, calling on foggy hot rocks, smelling of sulfer but luring you with their chill.
One is a cracked crown, dropped from the luggage of a fallen king. Gem stones scattered on the dirt road, to the clomping hoof of his horse trotting away towards buildings that stand tall like pill bottles.
One is a flower blooming with a child in the pollen, crying. The childs crying grows quieter as it seems to lower it's opacity and fade out of existence.
These are colors,
just colors...
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 9:14 PM UTC
I've replaced each color
Red smells of sulfer
a luring chill, howling sirens, silk mist clung to wet skin
YOU ARE MINE, OBJECT
clouds cover sheep wool, that chars in heat
Yellow cracks pepper over itself
impact pops gemstones, vacant kings crown
Horses clomp toward them
MY CROWN! STOP YOU'LL CRUSH IT!
pill bottles shake above burning cities
Blue of baby powder
budding from pollen, crying children
droplettes falling into a body of water silently
open mouths, dancing wet tongues,
WHY CAN'T I HEAR BLUE SCREAMING?
I can't hear blue screaming
BLUE IS SCREAMING!
NOBODY CAN HEAR BLUE SCREAMING?
color are uncomfortable
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 3:20 AM UTC
Honestly, your honesty seems so forced it's comical.
The stories you tell make fairy tales seem less whimsical.
Your arguments, so forced, follow the rest in mindless circles.
If this is the end all in all,
Then what's the point in expressing oneself?
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
yes, and the prolonged life:
"engineering"
process... as dictated by...
listening...
i was for a long time
described as "mentally" ill...
**** it,
bring on the ethunasia
project...
sado-masochist
pro-life advocates....
people will never
ever known
how to make ontology
"coicidental"
with the natural world...
esp. given technological
advances...
no amount
of leni riefenstahl
****
***** i want to die!
because sure as ****
blüt ist geblüt...
but you will not care
foor your ailing
grandparents... will you?!
so... you want my children
to take care of them?
why is death such
an inhumane
aspect
of life?
why... no romance?
why no
byzantinischchor?
instead
byzantinischdenken?
your living will not care
for my living prior to
death,
so, why...
should i even make
theatre,
of your thought being:
the sulfer orientated
worth curation?
mother... ******* son
ego of the σχολαστικός -
of:
s'CH'OL'A
chase no sKip...
scholastic...
Me-Te-Ra-To'N-
SKe-psIE..
saying:
where is the consonant
"cut-off":
prefix,
and the vowel
"cut-in":
suffix...
i.e. in the example
of ψη:
ps'i E...
who? nor w'hat?
people chant against
the Byzantines...
but the choir...
the choir...
are what's called
the... reserves.
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 11:38 PM UTC