Black Soul Afidavit

Death on the surface of a plague,
Spewing serum in rabid abdication,

A perjurers first instinct
To rot upon that vial,
Thunderously bellowing for absolutions he devoutly hates

Finding bonds with decrepit fellowships
A putty for a craftsman with distinctly darkened vines

Cradling close the dearly fallen,
An appetite whets upon in blackened anticipation

And as a feast of blood sates his wicked tongue
The beast acknowledges the impossibility of nourishment
As fatal pangs asphyxiate the morsels just devoured
The cravings emulsify within
Delineating the unrequited compensation
Delivered to those who discard the graces bestowed when choice was still free.

Heart Song's Devastation Device

Corridors of ancillary porticos and retractable switchblades, Macrocosmic sentry’s patrolling the scenery’s v-cut scape,

In their boots, the sole is clothed in lathered concrete—

Worn

Sworn

Torn

Devastate

It is but a foundational approach of beheading—An arsenals instrument, still clanging, even on into the post-mortem survey of disciplinarian design.  Shackles are chafing the inner thigh—its lines are brutal and corrupt, bankruptcy in a cauldron of maleficence, proposing nightly, during the encore, upon the stage crafted by a lightning strike—filibusters become the lucre, the damning suet of exsanguinated space

Damned.

Crumbs

Of

Neer-do-alls

Devastate

And then the heart sings, in putrid voices made from crocodile tears. They are all combusting at a euphoric pace, blinding the children and heiresses alike.  With dreams of tomorrow, they thank you for the kindness you share with them now. Their liner notes have since been blurred, recollection transformed into an absurd shade of paste-framed blonde. 

Devastate

Alleviate

Pulsate

Palpitate

Crush.

Swing.

Heart-aches

This sculpted axe swings it’s arms short to long. While the pastry chef expands his tonsils, still reddened by the convoluted inhalations that have merged too often with the birth canals of silent screaming.  Squelch. I love that word. It’s influx settles high. Into, and exchanged from without, the assistance of a predisposed effigy, some creature you wish you never had known, all this, during the moment of argh.  The agony of the ecstasy…the shifting sounds of sighing SHHHHHHHH’s!!! And listen, to the highways divided and the sky, as it sends forth its parade of effervescence, one, not yet diluted by life’s hologynic rapture—

Diodes

Implement

Salvation

To those

Of us,

Those among us,

That still cares….

I sing with a vociferous tongue.

My heartstrings are frayed

My range has betrayed my trust

Drawing mute, I reflect and clutch,

Unto a prismatic unveiling,

A claw used to scratch away the damnedest itch..

Simply put

Devastation,

Devastation to,

The most heart-curdling degree

Shared with the outstanding poets at D'verse for the incredibly potent evening of poetry that is Open Link Night.  Haven't had the time to properly spend swimming the seas of poetry lately. I've been in the middle of something and trying to figure things out for myself logistically in the meanwhile.  Writing alone has been much more sparse than I'd like.  I have done a fair share of writing lately, but still far too less than I'd like.  But again, it is something that I'm working on, trying to regain the groove of writing and reading the amazing poetry that is available across the world daily in the poetry blogging universe.  Hopefully things will trend back and soon for me.  However, until the end of the month at least, I doubt I'll get much time online, let alone the time to write and read, as I'll be taking a flight out west for that time and while I'll have my Ipad handy, it's the wifi only kind, so, I'm somewhat at the variable fate of wifi availability.  Anyhow, for those who follow regularly, thanks, I do appreciate it, and again, hopefully I'll get back into a regular routine sooner than later.  Until then, thanks for being there and bearing with me as I attempt to logistically sort things out.

The Henchmen of a Midnight Bible

Hordes of henchmen huddle forth

Amassed en route to the north

Foragers aware of the soil moist

Breaking bread but not by choice

Indignant to the acts be done

By hammer falls the glassed rung

Turning eyes from damage sung

Clearing conscience of violence by hand

As hands be tied, they are but pawns

By slippered slopes the grave doth turn

Unfettered folds of serpents churn

Wriggling round the brackish beguiled

Strapped to wood amidst the minds denial

Prayers in voice unknown to most

Repeat of straps berate for cost

A penalty for their part in a war not yet lost

Blackening the skin

Drowning in sin

Catching breath as throats plagued by fire

To weathered ends, moral men bend in ire

Darkened dungeon ways ransack

With blossomed greys pinned down black

The beasts & dragons obey; attack

Solidified by stones of clay

To rest upon worms of prey

To remain unconscious of the damage spurred

Peons dream what might be should damage be incurred

For freedom liberties repeal

To bind your dears a Shangri-La that’s real

In times of piracy the wills undone

Corrupted by the forces of a blackened sun

Near a midnight bible stays

A sphere of influential waves

With uncanny knack arranging sound

Into patterns you knead to hear

No matter time, no matter fear

The weakened captive eventually releases ground

An exonerating shield

For the true nature you’ve revealed

Water-board

Crested spore

Ennui can’t wait no more

Water-board

Crested spore

Never shall the actions be report

In this game of tactical sport

To whom the answers go

Is not for you or I to know

Perhaps secrecies, as mere mortals,

Hold details we aren’t meant to learn

Perhaps privacy is an element of concern

Perhaps some things we should choose to ignore

Like the Hordes of henchmen

Huddled forth

Breaking bread

With a devil

That’s different than before