"sulphuric" poems
The Yorkshire Rose, elegantly perched on the bridge
This was not London, or the palace
nor Manchester, where Mancurians are free
nor Blackpool, where the beach swallows
Glasses, towels, mussels clinging to rocks
The Yorkshire rose, drawn upon the bridge
Bullet trains, leading distances
Almost unfathomable in this very spot
Harrogate, bath water
Spilling onto the street in natural sulphuric geysers
Burning
The Yorkshire Rose, fleeting in memory
In ghosts of the abbey nearby
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
The acrid smell of darkness
"Permeates me"
I am surrounded by the skies
Of hell fire,
Brimstone,
Sulphuric,
Odours
Breathed as if air
Burning with each inhale,
This is a place of eternal penance
Why do I sit on a thrown of spines
Those around grovel
Hungry as if to taste my milk,
I look down, hot coals are under foot
My thrown room blacker than sin,
I am jested towards the window,
Torture,
Screams,
Souls
Bound to instruments, some scream in
Redemption, why'll others ask for more,
Broken, crazy lost souls that once
Screamed as the souls now bound to
"Smouldering coals"
I glance as heavy doors open,
Skin,
Bone,
Muscles
Entwined with black stitch
No words permitted,
As stich tightly woven
Upon blooded lips
I felt enticed at her vulgerness
She approached as if to touch my Hand, I
Repelled,
Declined,
Opposed
Her advances, I cut in to her muscle
she moaned as if ecstasy,
As black droplets burnt upon the floor
"She again ushered towards my hand"
I let her grip as she cut the
Stitches
From her bleeding lips,
"I smelt her breath"
A thousand souls decaying within her,
Breath
Exhaled,
Putrid,
Odour that was irresistible,
Lips meet, flesh burnt and the
Mists of what was clarity was ushered away,
My reaper of souls beauty of the underworld
I tasted with that kiss corruption, hatred
"He who shall never be named"
"At his tricks once again"
"I sit o my throne of spines"
My horns ignite once more
The light that shined briefly now
Extinguished,
Smothered,
Obsolete
Feelings from a place one stood upon,
"I am that which others need to fear"
As all will pay for this
"Moment of Clarity"
As I engulf souls, redemption
Is for above, below there is just hatred and misery
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 9:47 AM UTC
She was as crazy as a Norse horse
with a wild bleached mane and madeyes,
always willin to do anythin for ya
with a ''come on then''
her moods would drive you insane,
wrenching compassion and anger from your heart in equal parts,
spewing venom when talking of her ma,
it would hurt to listen, yet it was easy to see this sulphuric froth
as just rage being rage.
In her kitchen she concocted over spilling potions
banana and coconut breads, her time was your time,
her table always spread, with baskets and jars,
Valerian by the bottle she sculled to help sleep,
baskets with moss and golf ***** Scottish tat in a heap
and beliefs, worn and threadbare like the carpets
in her tiny, orange doored flat
with a gerbil called ***** and a hamster called pat,
and dear wee Jamie who spouted that Halloween mantra ''crap bat''
we filled and hung balloons with sweets and let the kids skewer
the hell out of them, it rained chocolate in the corridor for weeks,
and that is what I loved about her madness,
is that it dived and it did, and it speaked
Mar 18, 2011
Mar 18, 2011 at 7:06 PM UTC
Harboring suspicions from blinded eyes,
Acid gurgles under sugary lies.
The stranger swaying dementedly to and fro,
On rocking chair thoughts, their mind on show.
How should you react when a dagger is drawn,
Neutral, or reveal a suspicion is born.
Eyeing the ranks of human heads,
Thoughts emerging from crumpled beds.
As you cannot see the source of the shot in the dark,
So you only hear the tune of the singing lark.
Consipiracy theories, click codes on the mouse,
As the snake coils into the empty house.
In an unreal life, nothing recognised,
A stranger lies, looking into a stranger’s eyes.
Steadily repeated stabs of deceptions,
From foundations, of fallacious conceptions.
Locked in a make believe play of doubt,
Interrogate the evidence, turn inside out.
Within delusory ink and pens that bite.
Making sulphuric phrases into tools of spite.
Elvis on the radio confirming your thought,
Suspicion in a tormented trap you are caught.
Eliminate subject and object, unravel the day
Anchor to a certainty and then drift away
For it has always been and will always be so,
A blind thought will return to the house of shadow.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 6:30 AM UTC
The darkness it burnt upon my
Angel wings, they wilted, with
Each moment of this forsaken
Place, my soft skin did haemorrhage
Tainted with each breath every
Movement that I crawled upon
This acidic land corroded my light .
My white turned yellow, changed
From pure to black, I was in agony
As that which was white should
Never be turned to that. I was
Winged, not able to give motion
To the air, I was a ground dweller
As if wings were a weight a persecution
To the time of air, now dragging like
A weight a conscience upon my back.
I must have walked upon this scared
Land, I must have moved these once
Pure now tainted as dragged like sin
Behind my back.
I was before I fell, I contemplated
That which I had been and that
Which this land whispered to me
Become. The light was dulled, smothered
Like a wet blanket over a fire, Suffocated
What burnt bright, now I was being
Extinguished my dulled light.
I remembered I fell and my skin smelt
Sulphuric with a hint of light, I knew
I had bleed hatred behind me, I knew
That I had been left, abandoned to this
Isolation. My wings had regained there
Imagery, they were like crows feathers
Pure, dark, black as night.
I despised those above, their light, ignited
Hatred, deep within where something that
Beat but know was just black, I launched
Upon the breeze to take me vengeance
Upon that purity that glided, flowed.
I am that which will take those of higher
morals and bring them to the place of
Solitude, of loneliness, they will remember
The pain of those they had been left in the
Darkness, For light can only last so
Long before it becomes what was before.
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
Ugly and repulsive
nek twisted backwards
facing forward
my path twisted
raining sulphuric acid
looking up
eyes and mouth wide open
I'm thirsty..
taken drugs
crack, **** krokodile
the rain biting through my bones
necrosis from the drugs have made their way home.
tongue kissed a komodo dragon
wearing a boa constrictor for a scarf
parasites eating away at my innards
so I don't have to ****
and Imma just go on
floor made purely out of bullet ants
keep walking this path of insanity
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC
I would make an attempt at reaching Hell one morning , I shall return with an omen or some type of sign . Search for the infamous Lake of Fire , the Prince of Darkness himself or demons flying about ! The Sulphuric Abyss of Christian fable , Kingdom of Hades as told by the ancients ! A gold piece placed in mouth to pay the oarsman , skipped across the River Styx without fear of retribution ! I dare any demon to replicate the horror of Vietnam or Afghanistan , Iwo Jima , Gettysburg or **** of Nanking ! Walk in the shoes of the Veteran that witnessed Omaha , Utah and Normandy Beach ! The Underworld is not for physical torment nor payment for Earthly sin ! Hell is the black hole of space , swallowing souls , returned to mans past , reliving the atrocity of war forever and a day !
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
I will never be the same again.
But truly who ever was I?
The foundation never formed,
All there ever was – is mourning.
Died then revived.
Died and revived once again.
Continuously digging myself up from the grave.
A wraith amongst the dead,
I cannot rest because I have never truly lived.
Necromancy upon my soul,
A constant yearning to finally be whole.
A body covered in dirt and scars.
Yet I am determined to make it beautiful.
A heart full of spite, yet bursting with love.
An incautious desire to one day be enough.
I refuse to rest until I experience what real, safe human touch feels like.
Place a hand upon my sulphuric body.
I was once so afraid but now I am begging.
Please take it away, please tell me I am not *****
I suppressed it all but now I'm overflowing.
I care not who you are, please just love me.
Lay me down amongst the green.
Put all your limbs on top of me.
Make imprints upon this rotten flesh,
until I can finally feel clean.
A body barren and hollow,
A body that only knows shame.
My bones are coated in it,
Words spewing it,
Tears pouring with it.
All I am is shame.
She used to smile so innocently when she was young.
With a laugh like a howling winds great bellow.
She would fantasise about her first love, I let her down.
Now I am screaming, snarling, spitting.
Resenting a world that I was foolish to trust.
Drive a stake through my heart,
I ask of you to wish me peaceful rest.
Hopefully this time I will not rise again.
Banished.
Jun 7, 2023
Jun 7, 2023 at 4:43 PM UTC
Andesitic magma
was leaching from a tectonic collision deep below
and burned itself out
on the side of a newly formed rend in the landscape
A languid lava flow both ruthless and viscous
pyroclastic madness settled in a cooling atmosphere
forming ash and raining tephra which fell
quietly to earth
to suffocate the burning
and everything else.
under ash clouds
under grey powder and stillness
no movement can be made.
Each breathe is sulphuric but the burning goes on
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC
That wicked naughty little girl.
She's bouncing on the bed.
Her footwear's rather sticky.
As it is a lava bed.
Her boots are breached by temperature.
Pooh,sulphuric smelly feet.
Cook yourself roast chicken.
A really stinky treat.
(C) Livvi
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
I wish I wasn't so crooked
Jumping and leaping over things
And keeping secrets to my dark heart
I wish I wasn't so flaccid
I feel sulphuric acid
In my throat
I close my eyes and I see photos of burn victims
Clinging to their only infant children as they
gasp for air, they are riddled with confusion
Unfortunate life.
I am my own baby, I cling to my ****** as if it is some product of the demon.
Jan 29, 2012
Jan 29, 2012 at 5:28 PM UTC
Follow the invious paths of my mind
Overshadowed by oaks of insecurity
Step not into shadow's darkness
For those paths are still unchartered
Go by the grace of your God
Pray your protection be withstanding
What lies ahead may be disturbing
Should you quench your desire
To probe further
Let me offer a standardized warning
"Contents may be unsuitable to some viewers."
With all your senses
Placed on high alert
Stay on the paving stones!
Enter knowing you have been warned!
High pitched screams of despair
Flow through the air like wingless birds
While the pave stones float in a thick river of blood
Deformed anomalies of bodies parade in fields of dying brown grass
Playing instruments to the tune of the screaming
Mixed breed animals devour one another
Between minutes of giving birth
Washing down their meal by sipping at the river
Thunder roars intermittently
As lightning strikes unsuspecting souls
Leaving charred, black, smoldering zombies roaming
This infinite land
A drawn out cackling of a deranged hyena hybrid
Splits the air and is heard over the thunder and screams
Resonating over and over again upon straining ears
As he sits and looks up at a blood red moon
The aroma of half eaten carcasses
Acrid and powerful causing eyes to tear
And nose to burn as if dipped in sulphuric acid
Creating the feel of skin peeling off flesh
As the cool wind causes irritation
To exposed flesh, you scratch and rub
Vigorously rubbing away your existence
Until you no longer think of staying on the path
Stumbling, agitated, confused and unwillingly
Into the fields, tripping over bony remains
Of explorers before you
Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 1:58 PM UTC
1.
Moon multiplied in panes of haunted glass
Renewed in rains long overdue of pink, peach and white.
Fragments floating in turbulent concrete towers
Reducing the million technicolour thoughts to dust.
2.
Blue and white limbs titillating upon destruction
Of the stark grey self succumbing to denegration.
The grandeur is singing as we unlock
The catatonic mistake that we have yet to make.
3.
Destroying what we had known before the field
Caught fire in oceans contained within.
Her single, sulphuric transparencies.
Lie down to rest in remnants of a world refracted in
The artificial sunlight crying hymns of fabrication.
Misplaced curiosity in solitary places,
Where forlorn cubes eat darkness like ghosts
Graciously accepting fruit in exchange for a wandering eon.
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 7:10 PM UTC
with citation of Aeschylus, when Clytemnestra's ghost
enters Apollo's temple seeing himself slain among
the gorgons, wingless congregation,
the effort of matricide with hands washed in menthol
rather than water... with citation of Eumindes
everyone might unearth a pyramid of giza
as source of just divine intervention,
with zeus and the sphinx
(riddle-hound of wisdom), hades
and the cerberus (shadow-grasp of a snail's
heaving hour)....
because who'd wish to encourage
congregations of necrophilia accepted
with over-towering spectacles
of ******* rectangles high up to count
100 levels with only one room
a burial chamber later blinded to
provoke squirting sulphuric toads into motion?
as asked: where are the sneezing beasts
of gesundheit applaud that might encourage
rather than prove to be a Pharaoh's cursing?
i mean, i might just be a tourist rather than
an archaeologist, yawning admiring chiselled marble
into picasso shapes... and i might not be a grave-digger,
but then why leave a dead body with so much
treasure worthy of defending as if you were living?
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 11:25 PM UTC
The honeysuckle
regimented like battalions of soldiers
its scent carried by the wind's discretion,
white flicks of impervious cinder,
a burning season
whose sulphuric palace
left no doubt
the high church of summer
was descending,
envisaged russett on one hand
muddy grey like a chagrin,
come to soon
the expiration.
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC
His name was Natas and he drove the Uni-Link.
Keen occupation.
For a hellish dude.
He didn't wear any aftershave, with even a slight sulphuric twang.
He wore a bristling beard, that just covered up his pointed chin.
This bus driver.
Pleasant looking chap.
Was he really the bringer of mortal sin?
Really the bus driver this Saturday morn.
He smiled at the ladies.
Flat cap perched on his head.
It covers up his mini horns.
He was driving the ten thirty from Swaythling.
Off to town we go.
Hi **
He drove safely and sensibly.
Got me to my stop.
My destination wasn't hell.
Neither was his today.
(c)Livvi
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 10:31 AM UTC
The bile and blame, this sorry game
Is all that infects my weary eyes
They shed fears in sulphuric tears
That sing of too many long goodbyes
Feeding you dirt to watch you squirt
Plaguing this disease-infested earth
Your mind's askew, the best part of you
Dripped down your mother's leg at birth
You play, you lie; I choke, I die
On the dream I've nurtured all my life
Karma failed but you'll die impaled
One day upon my hate-encrusted knife
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 6:29 PM UTC
Enigmatic and sulphuric
wonders and detouring ,
outside the box alluring
tempter of faint touches
skip the lust head to lunches
dip in the basket
dreams collide.
they have to!
BUT THEY NEVER STAY THE SAME
same vibe tho
He lost illusions delusions
and i lost the shy veneer of freelance escort
some may call -
but if you knew me as well as he does then you know that
lovers are lovers , and friends are friends - do everything with your heart
and it’ll ring true in the end.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 8:37 AM UTC
Accumulating Andromeda to pass the last man standing,
the acropolis is waiting and Adelphi knows **** all.
I have read the signs in tea leaves leaving me the poorer for it
and had to sit through countless lectures which was the price I had to pay.
Blood drains freely flowing from me as the state ***** greedily at the remnants of a country and what this boy used to be, but
it's nonsense to despair because there no one there and if there was they wouldn't fuckin' care they're in their own lair of pain.
All the same
I'm still assimilating information and it's grating on my nerves.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 6:34 AM UTC
Corroded glares emaciate
the surroundings, all that
was is now woven in despair.
The sadness enveloped in
tired souls painting around
this tide of decaying vision.
But within this sulphuric
black look, suffocating any
emotion looking within.
*"Beauty is a corruption,
of our egos,*
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
To you, I would write a thousand words
but nothing as sweet as I do.
You inspire me to think of a love,
so elevated it shakes the core,
of my very soul, which will be
yours eternally.
Bound with chains, you tear
the very essence of what is me
and replace them with kisses,
that burn sulphuric on the end
of every nerve.
The pleasure of pain, my sacrifice
I give to you all I can, from which a
new woman was formed by a new
man. I would thee bare a thousand kin
and live eternal within our skin.
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 9:57 AM UTC
Back again.. at the place furthest from home.
This black pit of complete darkness..
Filled with an unknown colour of poisonous smoke.
Slowly but surely smothering me
the Hands of Lonineless gripping tighter around my throat
My heart weighs heavy..
pumping liquid lead, methane and deuterum oxide
through my body, numbing it, damaged beyond repair.
My body feels cold, sweating sulphuric tears
tearing away my smile from my face
as I laugh in despair.
Eyes widened high from the pain and toxins.
Grab the knife and slice it in my chest but all attempts are in vain
to carve out my sick heart.
My heart feels like it's stuck in Pandora's Box
destroyed by Seven Plagues.
The Noose of Life, looks more tempting with each passing day.
This open exit looks very inviting.
To feel the texture of the rope hang around my neck
Death's scythe standing by ready to collect
My numbed and tortured soul
Sick in this pit I try to make the best of it..
I'll call this place my home..
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
I want to go to bed but my daughter is in the bath again; we're gonna have to pay on a meter soon, (it seems it's a privilege not a right), so I wonder how much all those drops will cost, I'll just have to cough up, baths are an essential of a girl's life and I couldn't stand the whining if I said it's showers from now on; I don't get baths, immersed in hot water, gradually turning cold, swimming in all your own sweat, (human soup), "They help you relax" she says, RELAX! she's not the one paying the bills, stressing over where the next meal is coming from; all I'd think of is the things I could be doing instead of wallowing, old people die in baths, some even drown in them, some husbands take a bath with an electrical appliance (plugged in, courtesy of the wife), John Haigh dissolved his victims in the bath in sulphuric acid, showers every time for me, wash away the dirt down the drain, with all the stress of the day; bath bombs, what's that about, not some sort of terrorist threat, it's smelly stuff that sort of explodes when put in water, impregnating the skin with smells and potions, (human potpourri), I just want to go to bed, I'm tired and have work tomorrow, what the **** does she do in there for hours on end.
Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 2:30 PM UTC
In countless states of mind I have sought your indulgence ...
Supplications before all others , therefore this graphic acknowledgement before The Keeper of Jahaanam . Barren dogwoods stand guard at the gravel trail , my altruistic reservations , mindful of winged demons along the way .. Twilights confusion seeking redress , placate mortal dishonor before all men , lead my staff into solace , repair a broken mans sinful impropriety , sanctity of numerous hardscrabble days , are hast thou forgotten ? The vilification of fools , fable before kings , a rivers confluence and ablution along granite enclosure ?
A deployment of demons creep o'er the mount soldier , merciless and
begging , damnable .. Unforgiving ..
Pandemonium reeks of sulphuric intimidation , Hades treads his kingdom cunningly .. Radiative embers flow into pools of methane , all manner
of lunacy and devils at his feet , corruption billowing from his every breath ...
Archangels deploy at the portal , even cries for mercy are not allowed their freedom and salvation . As seven days go by even as the downward spiral grows before my very eyes , Beelzebub's confusion laid before me ! Please charlatan my ****** hands will not come clean so allow me the time to relay the sentiments that keep me awake at the midnight hour , when chariots flys overhead at great speed and the dogs inch closer to my bedside , my disease , it's breaking my heart rendering my soul defiled ..
My ***** stained linen , unshaven idiot that I've become with rotted teeth and insecurity . I see the smiles , hear the snickers and read the whims of Satan's entities that stand inside my mirror on a meeting by chance held by one hand while slicing at my wrist with the other.. I feel you Lucifer so my fate you seal . I hear you Jesus an know the burden you deal ! They call him the lighthouse so make my supplication you ******* child of darkness that quivers long into the night in self induced agony ....!
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 5:13 PM UTC
Sacrificing
All that I have
Just so I can please you
It's not healthy...
It's not THAT bad
Hand-made torture I go through
Isn't it blinding?
The pain, it hurts much
Psychotic and frightened-
Man, this is so sad
Like sulphuric acid
Not the best to touch
The question that's biting is
Are all my goods bad?
Are all my goods bad?
Are ALL my goods bad?
All this mental dieing...
The life I'll never have.
Are ALL my goods bad?
Are ALL my goods BAD?
Believe me, I'm TRYING,
But my sanity's tad.
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC