Poem: A Feeling Like Medea

a feeling like Medea

it's so strange that i think of you now,
walking down some unknown street.
but then again it's not so rare
that i think of aching things.
it's like i told you
i hear the talk,
talk of a savior
words of a temple in the holy land
but well, it's nothing but lies
lies and whores and
Madame de Pompadour in nothing but a corset.
she was always my favorite.
a feeling like Medea washes over me,
as i stare into the clear winter sky.

Poem: Brain Blaze

Brain Blaze

( twisted reality so very
delightful
a nirvana of
sound
color
all senses
brain blaze brilliant
then die final death
praise praise the sun and moon and stars and sea
for they are the beloved of our mother
love & again they approach the altar
for there is no love at all except hatred
lovely people all around
they are contorted
& their image disturbed
i can feel it
i can feel everything )

- Johannes De Silentio

Poem: The Heron

Here's a dark one for you.

The Heron

( cypress skies; the lands of bounty
twirling swirling chaos
it went like this:
she saw the light
but the heron cared
not for it
he simply
flew
away
distraught and confused
lunar people
knelt down
and prayed for the end of times
the burning cities
lit up the horizon
it was beautiful. )

Poems of a Hopeless Mind

Dammit I was going to post this long and detailed account of what I did over the past three weeks, then I realized that no one but lame people would read that. So I'll just post a poem or two. Enjoy.

Listen

I hear the vibrations
The echoing screams of justice
Tearing at my ears.

I hear the thunder
The screeching sound of a tire
As it comes to a stop, revolted.

Can you not listen to yourself?
It's all the same
Mindless babble, the history of lovers.
Came at me with a razor blade, defected.

Merciless she-wolf, naked she comes.
Ripping through flesh and bone with steel teeth.
I'll keep stealing as I kept coming.

She soars, unblinking.
By your side, all time.
Why must I be so disappointed?

Eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.
Unblinking eyes look back at me, blackest.
God it is lonely and cold deep in this ground.



Sammael

Socrates' hemlock vines
Winding 'round columns of dying souls
A thousand men hang from nooses.

Under the knife
Zion speaks
And the people fall to the ground
Smashing their skulls on the pavement.

The baby of the neon, distended womb
Folds in on itself
Disappearing, disbelieving.

The poets tremble
Underneath the gaze
Of the All-Seeing Eye.

The horizon blazed afire
Great Helios falling beneath Earth Mother's gaze
dying with a smile on his lips.

Sammael!
Bewitcher!
Deceiver!
Poisoner!

Useless blood drips into the abyss far below
Feeding the Anu Machine.

Rejoice in the haze.
Blackened children
Run screaming into the chaos.

-Zalarus