Demons

The girl that i see!

         the girl that i see 2015

 

 

I look in the mirror every morning and see

a stranger standing there staring back at me

thinking back into her past of un-wanted pain

see's the unshed tears on her cheeks again

the doors in her mind are closed and locked

from the little girl who's childhood was mocked

she knew that her innocence was never meant to be

her reflection shows anguish from the girl that i see

she buried those nightmares inside that locked door

with past demons she doesn't want to see any more

she wonders what if i unlock all those ghosts

but wont ever do that for fear she'll be toast

those things all locked up forever will be

unspoken memories from the girl that i see

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this poem tells of my want to move forward and not look back into the past, is something i have struggled with for so long now but im still a work in progress...

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Intimacy (In This Moment)

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To My Wife

Lost in this moment

The warmth of our bodies make us sweat

The stiffness from what we have just accomplished

You and I,

A miracle

Your breath invites me in

Into your heart

Into your mind

Into your very soul

As our bodies mesh into one

As our souls embrace each other

You sigh as I touch you

Ectasy as we unite

Swirlling vortex of pleasure

Both of us lose sight

As life is created within you

As death is passed on through me

A miracle is created

A mirror of that moment

When we came together as one

Rebellion

My mind is raping my own heart

The same old story, nothing new

But I'm tired, I'm sick of that

Please help me, tell me what to do.

 

Stop crying, begging, running, hiding,

Lying, dying and denying,

Stop crawling like a rotten worm

Start fighting, living for your soul.

 

But will it help, will demons die?

Will heart start beating and soul start fight?

Will sky be clear and land be green?

Will angels somehow start to win?

 

Take a breath and heal your wound

Dark ones shall vanish, they shall be doomed!

I've heard a song, it has revealed

That we're the ones who start to build!

 

 

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Al Azif

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Cthulhu Mythos

Original Arabic title,

Al Azif, Necronomicon;

Noise of desert insects,

Buzzing around...

 

The howling of demons

Is this very sound.


When one day you read aloud

From the pages of a Grimoire

And a insect, a fly, comes out

Then stop reading or shout out!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

Demonic Words

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Cthulhu Mythos

A man found a tome,

In his newly acquired home.

A book of ancient prophecy,

And things he should not see.

 

Written by madmen,

Different from what we all can.

Secreted away,

It drove him mad in one day.

 

The night he read the tome,

He was visited by Demons alone.

Scores of Demons in his dreams,

Banded together in teams.

 

Sounds fell from their mouths,

Dead and corrupted:

 

"GOR NA'AATHUL TUL' CTHULHU.

KELN DU CTHULHU D'ORST NED."

 

Feeling their poisoned tongues,

His flesh, burning along.

With their very words,

Unto corrupted swords.

 

Do not speak the lines aloud,

EGO, this time, don't be proud.

Their divine language on his skin,

From these words you cannot win.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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Dead Meat

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Thoughts

Dead meat,

Is what you eat.

Nothing alive,

It is not wise.

 

I don't know the reason,

But I know the cause.

It is rotten, it is corrupted,

And will drive a man mad.

 

Madness comes from eating brains,

I ain't no cannibal at late.

But eating meat I have to do,

Or certain things I can't see.

 

Blood is very good,

I have no Vampire mood.

But cruel some call,

What I describe at all.

 

My mind going ways,

With meat these days.

Demons, Ghoulies and the rest,

Outsiders are a real pest!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some thoughts.

Asphyxiate

 

2 knives, in each side..
2 eyes burning through my heart..
empty fragments, words drifting in & out of the past
memories turn to ash as we sift them around the palms of our hands..
crippled & gone.. time to move on.
to solidify my dreams..
hate myself.. waste of space, waste of air..
I dove into hell.
God please pull me back together, stitch up these ripped seams..

 

you're like the blade dragged across my stomach
or the scorching flame against my bare skin...
I want you out of my life
I want you up from under this skin
demons, demons, I can't let you win..
for I am not your kin...

 

everthing I want, I cannot have.
all that I reach for, I cannot grab..
the rainest of days bring me back to visions i've attempted to smudge out with you..
I guess it was easier on the other end.
but who's to say where & when...

 

covered in blood, pushed into the mud, I will stand up again.
open scars, out of breath, I must remain relentless.
shadows chasing me, run run, but they consumed all the light..
crouched in fright, nails dug into my back
they're trying to pin down these wings...
hoping i'll never take flight.
using all my energy to break away, fight them off with all my might, all my will...
but they keep whispering "kill... kill.."

 

legion, you've defiled me,
for you are the fallen, in unity.
this cross lays heavy on my back..
I think i'm starting to crack.
my barriers are thin & I wish I could let God in
but there's just one set of footprints in the sand
no savior to hold my hand
freezing cold.
the ocean looks like a black hole..
if I were to set sail, how could I ever return?
i'd be spun around in circles, triangles, squares
what would I learn?

 

even though the sun still shines
even though some of the grass is still green
even though there are plenty of trees
I cant stop looking down.. down on me.
the hail is sharp from this dark cloud.
storm hovers above.
I try to clear it out, but I can't with no love

 

depleted but not empty
awakened in the midst of deep sleep
dead in this life
strife impailed
left hung, waiting to burn..
I never dug my own grave
I only ever cried to be saved.

Supernatural Show Dream: July 27, 2013

WARNING! THIS DREAM IS VERY DISTURBING... READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
 
Okay here is the dream. First off there is this show called: "Supernatural" over here. It is a show about two guys who fight off demons and try to stop the Apocalypse . At least that's what I have gotten from it... I don't really watch it and I have only seen a few episodes... Anyways here goes the dream: 
 
This dream was about the guys from the tv series, "Supernatural". I don't know their names though so I will just say "guys" or guy" or whatever...
 
 It all started when I walked into this warehouse-like room and saw the guys from supernatural. One was all evil looking and the other one was normal and the normal one suddenly ran up to me and picked me up and ran out the door.
 
 But as he was running with me, before we could get out of the door, I looked over and saw the other guy twitching and his eyes were rolling into the back of his head and they were turning black.
 
 I was freaked out. I remember thinking, "Oh my god, this is it, I am going to die!!!"  It was so intense. When he put me down I realized that I was bleeding..down there... I thought that I had started my period and got really embarrassed and apologized to the guy. 
 
Then, the guy said. "No, you are giving birth to Lilith " I freaked out again.
 
 All of a sudden there was blood everywhere coming from me. I know, gross right? Then through out the whole dream I was fighting off demons with the guy and one of the demons wanted to father my baby.
 
 And the whole time we were fighting off demons I was still giving birth.... I was just walking and running around in labor and bleeding everywhere... 
 
We ended up banishing the demon that wanted to be the father of my baby, too... Among other creepy demons... or what ever.
 
 And also, the whole dream I was still giving birth. Let's just say it was very bloody and gross...
 
 I woke up before I even had the baby, or "Lilith" or whatever!!
 
 It was fucking crazy and intense!! I didn't even tell you the whole dream. There was just too much going on in it to tell it all. I woke up feeling so wierded out, lol. Then I went back to sleep and had another dream that I barely remember... And that's it... Crazy, right???
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Schizo

walking through a smokey fume.. in this sealed up dark room..
I saw your eyes bleeding blue.

 

going up, going down. spin spin around & around
falling to my knees, calling out to God, please
save me from this crucifixion
cut the ties to lifes addictions
spit up the lies you fed, on which I choked
climbing up these ropes
running away from the hoax
insanity, the only word she knows.

 

deep in the dungeon, I go plunging
searching for the meaning
intervening, I come between two scales..
a lions head with three flaming tails.

 

i'm not like this.. you're leading me to be crazy..
one day i'll run, forever away from you, maybe...
like the speed of light, in a flash, little hazy.
there's more for me then this demonic plague..
there's more to life then constant conviction.

 

wrists are shaking & those screams begin to take a toll..
driving round this winding road..
i'm done with your pitiful smold of an existence..
don't act like you know what i'm missing.
so here I plant my feet in the ground, not bending for you now
never again will I twist or turn
because bitch, you've got so much to learn.