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Satyr Daemon
Gender : Posts : 37196 Join date : 2009-08-24 Age : 58 Location : Hyperborea
| Subject: Hema Fri Apr 29, 2016 9:45 pm | |
| Free verse....spilling your essence... _________________ γνῶθι σεαυτόν μηδέν άγαν
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| | | Satyr Daemon
Gender : Posts : 37196 Join date : 2009-08-24 Age : 58 Location : Hyperborea
| Subject: Re: Hema Fri Apr 29, 2016 9:58 pm | |
| Broke into the citadel of ghosts shadows flickering, shy hosts passing through me, over me in me
Leaving nothing behind to comfort-me many trinkets littering its many corners shimmering glittering where one dis-covers secret fluttering treasures
not to be owned but admired, appreciated, from afar, like a star hands reaching beseeching what cannot come near
Not meant for me As I soon came to see I was not of this world not meant to be forever fleeting wave upon wave hitting from my inner sea
pushing away, towards the shore of bones and stones undercurrents pulling them in, deeper drowning them in my tumultuous vapidity
Rather than they passing through me it was I, like mist touching them with warm liquid tears of tragedy, comedy engulfing, immersing cooling warming evaporating by morning
light What delight to touch without being held to perceive without being be-held to feel without being felt
mourning the departing dark abyss where all draws near, as it drifts apart a storm coming
I dive, again... seeking bottom fingers seeking in the sand, for what was lost by surface swimmers to keep, in the deep my own only because it fell off
not to hold but to admire in the mire refusing desire
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| | | Satyr Daemon
Gender : Posts : 37196 Join date : 2009-08-24 Age : 58 Location : Hyperborea
| Subject: Re: Hema Fri Apr 29, 2016 10:12 pm | |
| When silence falls once more and you wish to hear of me
listen to a song of melancholy and forever there I'll be
in between the notes my silence disturbed, by your beauty
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| | | Satyr Daemon
Gender : Posts : 37196 Join date : 2009-08-24 Age : 58 Location : Hyperborea
| Subject: Re: Hema Thu May 19, 2016 9:07 am | |
| I broke the surface, sucking in atmosphere Gravity tugging at my all Light and translucent, floating patterns, light bathing my spirit I reached up when a bird soared above me then diving down skimming the surface, holding onto a fish from the below dark abyss, black and cold When I relax it pushes me, buoyancy on the surface, I rest preparing for the test when I tense, it pulls me down into its foreboding nostalgic mourning I recall, hoping to be heard salt stinging my eyes shadows shifting in the depths I strain to see light, to be light holding on by letting go thoughts fading into a bottomless expanse thrilling and threatening I look up once more
Body pushing in it Mind slightly above the shifting divide vague memories, swimming in the midst, a fine mist amniotic intimacy Sucking in water, Pushing out air
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| | | Black Panther
Gender : Posts : 164 Join date : 2013-11-26 Location : on your mind
| Subject: Re: Hema Thu Jun 02, 2016 7:24 pm | |
| Forge the turbulence out of the silence ride the jetplane to the horizon wipe your ass with water
Listen to the gods laugh at the humans dwell with the beasts
truth is certain man is not gratitude is beyond truth, spits out truth in its wake Truth is the jetstream of gratitude
the world expands and truth stumbles but, in the philosopher, makes strides to keep up Now the world waits, and whistles; to the world the philosopher is a fair child worthy of its attentions, it wishes to teach this child and use it to its advantage
The philosopher must mistrust the world, force it to give up its secrets. The world covets its own spawn, this is why we disappear into the earth afterwards, and downwards, the tale of Saturn.
It is said that the soul as it de-incarnates, 'excarnates', its semiphysical remnant (perhaps an aggregate of spin, a kind of electrical fractal of tendencies) it is absorbed into one of the other planetary spheres; Earth has a surface and a light atmosphere, Jupiter has a dense mass of gasses and fluids, in which an electrical form can easily be assimilated, and continue its 'living'. The storm on Jupiter is essentially its king. |
| | | Satyr Daemon
Gender : Posts : 37196 Join date : 2009-08-24 Age : 58 Location : Hyperborea
| Subject: Re: Hema Fri Jun 03, 2016 8:18 am | |
| Once a year I clean from head to foot cock to spleen Garbage out the door making room for more
Once a month I burn yearning in the lantern I learn to concern Filth out the cistern filling the cauldron
Throwing up, casting down What use have I for your plastic crown dirty clown?
Painted face missing grace lettering rearranged warrior tattoos deranged how strange
Once a week I destroy foundation to spire I overturn the ploy with relentless joy I tend to con-spire
Once a day I hurt friends and foes I deal out blows expecting a return I restlessly turn
Bed sheets pillow cases colourful make-up rubbed-out leaving nasty traces
I follow Into the hollow Echoes off cave walls university halls I listen to the calls
Within me in-security bubbling forth and out overflowing drowning confident rising a ship of my esteem
Running on steam through the gates of Hercules across the river Lethe to be with thee my one and only monstrosity
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| Subject: Re: Hema Sun Jun 12, 2016 7:57 pm | |
| You should really believe I breathe in this space I'm accessible and reddy Like the cheek on your face You should really kiss me before you turn up missing in the mist, misty! This air scares A god damn monstrosity Like the downtown clowns, monsters and zombies. The night falls Can you hear the calls? Oh how the damned hold hands, a wonderful scam Mama, help me, I swear I can kill any man I'm losing my mind, but I'm designed to shine My foot My cock My chest My temple Where I gently reassemble Into your tremble. Grab you with a dagger and display you for a second Reverse you into a curse until you play with this record But stop!, let the rocking chairs rock They're empty They are always empty. |
| | | mannequin
Gender : Posts : 524 Join date : 2015-09-13 Location : Throne
| Subject: Re: Hema Thu Sep 22, 2016 3:38 am | |
| Neither saint nor devil, within a wind which whispers a dirty word Assembling in the underworld, ascending upon the murky earth
A ghastly war. A corpse ward.
There shall be no place of trust No tombs to rent, No heirlooms or descent All shall become native to the dust
The deadly pale so fragile, so frail.
They say "They're coming" I was warned in a dream Row row your boat, your blood forms a stream
Like I'm not aware of those Romania stares My knives come in twos my draconian pairs
Oh, you are lonely and scared? Dwelling under the fatal sky Tear drops from heaven I can hear the angel's cry.
I stole a kiss with my blood stained lips A witch and her ilk deceased by a beast may they forever rest in velvet and silk |
| | | Slaughtz
Gender : Posts : 2593 Join date : 2012-04-28 Age : 33 Location : A stone.
| Subject: Re: Hema Wed Sep 28, 2016 6:23 am | |
| A star is first a point, around which there gathers a cloud of gas. It concentrates intensely upon itself, pulling all it can into its becoming.
As it strives to form itself, it pulsates, Struggling, to keep its mass together.
It sheds the excess, ejecting into the void the energy it cannot fold. The plasma screaming within.
And as it shed itself, and took in itself, it twisted, just incorrectly enough.
It could not turn back the clock, despite its struggle. There was a perimeter, it could no longer juggle.
It was ripped apart, along the path of nil resistance. And all it had accumulated, had now dissipated.
The ghost of its excellence, was its fading atmosphere. It did not turn into a star, but out of significance. |
| | | Satyr Daemon
Gender : Posts : 37196 Join date : 2009-08-24 Age : 58 Location : Hyperborea
| Subject: Re: Hema Wed Sep 28, 2016 5:09 pm | |
| I, on the other hand who needs no external stimuli, no outside numbing to walk through a wood and feel the wonder
Am not as obsessed to prove the wonder of my buzz happy enough to hear it in the rustling leaves and bubbling streams
I, on the other hand, who needs no other to validate to witness and consolidate feeling a caress, smelling her sweat through her flowery dress
Am not as addicted to profess the glory of her embrace only content to feel her and with my hungry mouth conceal her taste _________________ γνῶθι σεαυτόν μηδέν άγαν
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| | | mannequin
Gender : Posts : 524 Join date : 2015-09-13 Location : Throne
| Subject: Re: Hema Thu Sep 29, 2016 6:16 am | |
| I need to feed In order to breathe How many teeth marks will I leave? How much pleasure will I receive?
Am I destined to feed on rats As they scatter into the hidden Human conscience holding me back Declaring everything forbidden.
I'm apart of the house You will find me in my room I don't play nice with others A small shadowy doom
I like my kind Let them handle me well Pull and push me Kiss and...
tell
At midnight, I creep, around the house, I go
I watch all of you when you sleep But you already know
Let me share your bed Bring my essence into warmth The sun will rise soon Protect me from its taunts
Let's excite the next night Oh when can we hunt the city? Will you excuse the screams If my dying prey is pretty?
Blood spots on heirlooms Fingerprints across the mirror A blank face is a bad face Mumma, when did I become a killer? |
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| Subject: Re: Hema Sun Oct 02, 2016 2:04 am | |
| Satyr,
Eloquence is your essence. |
| | | Satyr Daemon
Gender : Posts : 37196 Join date : 2009-08-24 Age : 58 Location : Hyperborea
| Subject: Re: Hema Sun Oct 02, 2016 7:12 am | |
| - Positive Pollyanna wrote:
- Satyr,
Eloquence is your essence. I've been called worse. _________________ γνῶθι σεαυτόν μηδέν άγαν
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| | | Slaughtz
Gender : Posts : 2593 Join date : 2012-04-28 Age : 33 Location : A stone.
| Subject: Re: Hema Mon Jan 09, 2017 6:25 pm | |
| Cough, cough. I cover my mouth and hide the noise.
Embarrassed, not for my sickness, but for the trouble it caused others.
Cough, cough. I mingle with others, revealing my cough selectively.
I mingle to learn how to heal the sickness, I slip up sometimes, but the ones around are kind enough to excuse me.
Cough, cough. COUGH, COOOOUUUGGGGHHH.
This one is going around, coughing, making sure you take notice. It does not hold it back.
It takes notice of me, hiding my cough. It approaches and says to me: "Look here at this coward. This one who represses his urge to cough."
Not enjoying the antics, I rebuke it. Others join in. He COUGHS and yowls, hollering loudly: "Look at this double standard! Others tolerate this man who is sick but not I!"
It corrals the many who are sick with different ailments around it with its whining. He COUGHS loudly. Another SNEEZES. The first speaks up: "I have pride in my sickness, not just despite it! All around us are the anti-sick, when we've never chosen this!" |
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| Subject: Re: Hema Thu Jan 19, 2017 8:47 am | |
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| | | Satyr Daemon
Gender : Posts : 37196 Join date : 2009-08-24 Age : 58 Location : Hyperborea
| Subject: Re: Hema Wed Jan 25, 2017 10:51 pm | |
| I love the twilight, and the fleeting time before the dawn, hovering, there, nowhere, like a moment that never comes and never goes; like a passing touch, playing upon your skin a song, that never ends, because it has never begun; like death waiting, breathtaking, in erotic anticipation, to take you on. I hold my self. Suspended, still, listening for a climactic chime, that never comes, and by never coming, never ends. If I could, I would, live in the northern lands where the sun never rises, and never declines. Simply waiting there, on the horizon, blood red and tumescent with excited melancholy, like slightly parted lips, breathing in, and out, ready for the coming kiss that never comes, and by never coming never leaves. Not strange for a Mediterranean, by birth, to have such tastes for the meditating, mid states, separating the mundane from the sublime. I've always lived here, even beneath the brightest suns, hoping clouds will come to save me, and take me back to my comfortable dusk, where shadows bring out the subtlety of shapes, and their secreted delights. My home has always been in the in-between, the fracturing lines of space and time, where daylight comes to meet the night, and where in concealing all is revealing, the darkness in the light. _________________ γνῶθι σεαυτόν μηδέν άγαν
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| | | Satyr Daemon
Gender : Posts : 37196 Join date : 2009-08-24 Age : 58 Location : Hyperborea
| Subject: Re: Hema Wed Mar 29, 2017 1:34 pm | |
| When I am overflowing I want to spill outward to create...a new life, a new chance for me to live, again, with a slight adjustment. When I overflow with life I want to seed, fertilize, give my love to another, and see it repeat.
When I overflown want to face the world, fight the enemy, look at myself in a mirror, as i am, not as I want to be, as I pretend to be, as I wish I was, as I wish others to see me, but as I am. When I am proud I refuse to lie, primarily to myself I refuse to fool myself, to confuse myself, to numb myself, to inebriate and drug myself.
When I truly love myself, I love all of what made me possible: the pain, the suffering, the insecurity, the wounds, the blood I spilled, the scars I collected, the lessons I learned. When I am confident I want to share this knowledge as I lived it, hiding nothing, pretending nothing, sugarcoating no bitterness, covering no ugliness.
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| | | Satyr Daemon
Gender : Posts : 37196 Join date : 2009-08-24 Age : 58 Location : Hyperborea
| Subject: Re: Hema Fri Apr 21, 2017 6:45 pm | |
| I am the sigil, and the mark is upon me I am alone, one in all, all in one I am for no-one, and no-one is for me I am cast in stone, forged in steel, covering weal
I am the hungry reaper, and the need is me I am foregone, gone for, gone in four I be-long to no-one, and no one belongs to me I am made of glass, reflective fragile, translucent free
I am miasma, and anathema is me I am the smell, the scent, the stagnate sea I flow to no-thing, and no-thing comes to me I am liquid fire, lava flow, demanding small fee
I am that which was, is, and forever will be I watch the clock, castrate the cock, I mock I say and unsay, and then continue to repeat I am nowhere, at no time, shadow scree
I am named, no-name, and the moniker is me I am sad, glad, awaiting to be had I speak the unspoken, revolt the revolting I am hidden in revelation, openly concealed, visibly unseen _________________ γνῶθι σεαυτόν μηδέν άγαν
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| | | Satyr Daemon
Gender : Posts : 37196 Join date : 2009-08-24 Age : 58 Location : Hyperborea
| Subject: Re: Hema Tue Apr 25, 2017 6:56 pm | |
| What has befallen to make me so sullen, I cannot avert from mine eye. To be so parched and uncaring 'bout the taunts of the craven, finding their admiration just as dry. I sought, for a moment, relief in the rare and revealing, but found it to be just as well. As any amusement, and terror inducement, I settled upon every life that I fell. Farewell, childhood dreams, I finally found a way out. No longer bemused, or so easily seduced, I have found a new game for my toys, my easy joys; new pleasures in my old suffering annoys.
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| Subject: Re: Hema Thu Apr 27, 2017 11:31 am | |
| Of your loyalty, to me, let the crimson smudge, sallow sweat too; a silent tear discretly roar to me. For what you show for what my eyes then see my brain distills and heart denounces ill. The word is cheap the feeling flees whats deeply rooted - never will. |
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| Subject: Re: Hema Thu Apr 27, 2017 1:04 pm | |
| As banal as it may be, a ray of sun a gust of wind, a pinch of warmth from within, be it soil or soul, are all to me.
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Despite that I avoid all that glitters it's all that I fight for to become free O, gods, the tricks of language, the vicious masters irony.
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I, great poet, as humbly as I can be, will desperately scream, hey, you!, please look at me!!! |
| | | Satyr Daemon
Gender : Posts : 37196 Join date : 2009-08-24 Age : 58 Location : Hyperborea
| Subject: Re: Hema Wed Aug 02, 2017 8:13 pm | |
| I gestured to the majestic light, A sign of victory and spite Forthcoming, I was Gentle as an evening breeze, after a long day of searing heat Casually I danced, and casually I sang, and sat by my own side Alone but not, yet, lonely, Settling, into my thoughts, like a bird upon its nest full of coming births If I weren't so heavy with scars, Well, I thought, I could dance upon the stars From where I fell and cracked but did not break, Perhaps, a beautiful mistake, And ever since, then, I limp, And tumble and gamble by wealth away
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| | | Slaughtz
Gender : Posts : 2593 Join date : 2012-04-28 Age : 33 Location : A stone.
| Subject: Re: Hema Sun Apr 29, 2018 6:08 pm | |
| The focusing of rage is a centering of the spiritual brutality of time. -Kvasir |
| | | Slaughtz
Gender : Posts : 2593 Join date : 2012-04-28 Age : 33 Location : A stone.
| Subject: Re: Hema Mon May 14, 2018 6:47 am | |
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| | | Satyr Daemon
Gender : Posts : 37196 Join date : 2009-08-24 Age : 58 Location : Hyperborea
| Subject: Re: Hema Fri Aug 17, 2018 9:40 am | |
| Have I not listened carefully to your mindless humming, passionately consuming the tones and rhythms you aimlessly cast about? I wrote lyrics to accompany your thoughtless tunes and repeated them back hoping to stir, in you, a longing lost in time. I thought I had recalled your memories, giving them shape and form when it was you who reverberated in me what I had forgotten but not yet denied. _________________ γνῶθι σεαυτόν μηδέν άγαν
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| | | Satyr Daemon
Gender : Posts : 37196 Join date : 2009-08-24 Age : 58 Location : Hyperborea
| Subject: Re: Hema Thu Aug 23, 2018 3:52 pm | |
| Let me die in your place, if it frees you to live unburdened by the thought. I promise to keep it from creeping into my mind, ruining those almost perfect moments when you laugh, as if you'll live forever, and I, in you, find the courage to endure twice dying: once, to myself, and the second, more painful than the first, to you. _________________ γνῶθι σεαυτόν μηδέν άγαν
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| | | Satyr Daemon
Gender : Posts : 37196 Join date : 2009-08-24 Age : 58 Location : Hyperborea
| Subject: Re: Hema Tue Aug 28, 2018 11:32 am | |
| Beauty, oh beauty, I watch, unable to bring myself to touch you, fearing I might ruin what I cannot have. Beauty, oh beauty, I witness, unable to own you, seeing myself reflected in you, wanting for you what I wish for myself, to be free from grasping, unspoiled by another's touch. If you would give yourself, to me, I would refuse, as I would the giving of myself to you. I belong to nobody, and nobody belongs to I.
Perhaps, a limited, ephemeral, grace, sweeping against each other, leaving its mark before it goes on. Perhaps, a partial sharing, a glance that sees and then sees no more, leaving an image before it is swept on.
Nothing is complete, nothing is eternal. All is fractions of give and take. We carry and are carried, on different paths, towards unknown destinies; pieces of ourselves belonging to strange travellers, crammed into their baggage, not knowing when and if they will be unpacked; pieces of strangers belonging to us, memories that may, or may not, be recalled and relived in their hazy imperfection - mementos, evoking vague, uncertain, memories we hope to repeat. _________________ γνῶθι σεαυτόν μηδέν άγαν
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| | | Slaughtz
Gender : Posts : 2593 Join date : 2012-04-28 Age : 33 Location : A stone.
| Subject: Re: Hema Wed Oct 17, 2018 8:45 am | |
| I understand you want everything, I know you want the world, I know that you want to see everything, I know you want the infinite, and more.
I know you want an eternity, But you don't want to take it from someone else. But, I cannot give you an eternity, And I cannot promise you'll have it, Without taking it from someone else.
But what I can give you is one that understands, And one that wants it, as well. One that sees an eternity in you, And one that puts it above all else.
That one is, yes, assuredly me, As I am a simple man; One that takes what's in front of him, And tries to keep it for himself.
But, if that is not enough, Then what I'll promise you about eternity is: That by my having you, you'll have given it To at least half yourself. And if we make seven, then you'll have given it to three more.
And I know this poem might be romantic, If I couldn't lie about it applying to literally anyone else. But I assure you, my darling, Having written this before I met you, I'm too forgetful to bother lying; Especially about myself. |
| | | Slaughtz
Gender : Posts : 2593 Join date : 2012-04-28 Age : 33 Location : A stone.
| Subject: Re: Hema Fri Nov 30, 2018 3:20 am | |
| Mr. Depressed
Mr. Depressed would never wear a smile. When he would be asked his opinion, he would shrug with disappointment. When he was complimented or met fortune, he would slightly frown. When he would be confronted, his face would sour in deep resentment toward himself. When one thought he should be happy, he would frown greatly. When one thought he should laugh, he would almost cry. Whenever Mr. Depressed was surprised, it would just remind him of how incompetent he was. Whenever he would be happy, he would remind himself of his life's futility. Whenever he was confronted, he would resent himself for not fighting back. Whenever he was complimented or met fortune, he'd remember his own smallness. Whenever he was asked an opinion, he'd wonder if the inquirer or himself deserved to boast. |
| | | Satyr Daemon
Gender : Posts : 37196 Join date : 2009-08-24 Age : 58 Location : Hyperborea
| Subject: Re: Hema Mon Dec 03, 2018 2:53 pm | |
| And if they feed on the crumbs of my table, offering no gratitude, what is it to me? They know not of the bounty of my table, but can only feed on its excess. They know not what it took to stock the pantry, and what it took to its prepare and serve the meal, using their imagination only to imagine, and with this imagination satiate their primal appetites. If this is enough, for them, then of what cost is it to me if they feed on my excess? _________________ γνῶθι σεαυτόν μηδέν άγαν
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