Cthulhu Mythos

Lying beyond the final gateway,

There surely you can't stay;

Multitude of possible worlds,

Caves and labyrinths beyond doors

Inhabited by nameless devourers.


Ultimate oblivion

With 'Umr at-Tawil!

Most Ancient One!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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Never Close The Doors


In our mundane lives, we are often told
In so many unspoken words that the mind is dead in spirit,
Could it be that it is the very heart of our earthly human existence?
The main entrance to the spirit that adorns our very soul?
Inklings of thought slithering every waking hour
From the obscurity of our subconscious,
Pushing the envelope at every chance to inspire creative ways
For us to open our eyes to the tasks our soul is longing for.


Why do so many damn the mind?
Does cursing what we choose not to see, hear, taste,
In this world of wonderment and intricate fascination please us?

Or is it that the status quo is more important to us
Than our reason for coming here? 
Thoughts are the doors to our self actualization,
And we need to leave the doors open
With a stable and harmonious blend of life
To balance the scales within us, using the uncomfortable truths of life
To evolve as a compassionate species.


Emotions can take control of humans easily in this age,
And can distort our vision in a way that deceives us, grieves us,
Because they pass through us like nothing but waves on the beach
If we allow them to flow along their merry way,
But we listen to words of intrepidation and horror,

And we attach emotions to those thoughts,

They become very powerful and then
We somehow find that we feel safe in the hands of a ghostly reality
That tells us to beware instead of telling us to simply be aware,
To hold our heads high, accept what is, and trust the quiet voice within,
To leave the door open as much as we can
So that there is room for love to flow through it.


Love is not emotion, and emotion is not love,
Control the emotion through a continuous cycle
Of feeling, letting go, feeling letting go,
Because love...well,
You may think you can control it,
But you will only be fooling yourself.

Once you love, it never ends, and is never wasted,
It will return to you in some way, even if it is not the way you would like,
And chances are, if you choose to think you can control it,
You might never realize when you are being a channel for it,
Which is the part of loving that is most enjoyable.


Everyone will hurt you in life, even if it is only a small insignificant hurt,

Just choose people who you know you will be willing to accept the hurt from.




11:21 PM 5/6/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Words on the beauty of open-mindedness.

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Yellow Door

Go ahead and open it,

yellow painted door with do-not-disturb-unless-disturbed sign,

Go ahead and open it,

fuzzy chests that beg none and borrow less,


Go ahead and open it,

pandoras box with smoke powders and non-reflecting mirrors,

Go ahead and open it,

it takes you close to near


Go ahead and open it,

a locket picture book,

Go ahead and open it,

helpless look sad under-bed-hid-nook,


Go ahead and open it,

only stars fill this page,

Go ahead and open it,

only stars fill that page


Go ahead and open it,

it may look back,

Go ahead and open it,

its heart is on the attack,


Go ahead and open it,

it's words have changed,

Go ahead and open it,

coffee stained covers still look the same,


Go ahead and open it,

breathes deep like fish,

Go ahead and open it,

Dies slow like myth,


Go ahead and open it,

alive it may be,

Go ahead and open it,

what can it be


Go ahead and open it,

you never know what you find,

go ahead and open it,

treasures that torture our worlds worried mind

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Doors (Pathways and Entrances of Life)

A person wants to find new Entrances.
Find new Pathways,
Wants to open Doors.
The problem is they don't know how to open them.
They don't know where to find them.
But… they must realize they have to keep looking.
That they will find those Pathways, those Doors.
And they must realize that those Doors
Are closer to them than they think…
The problem is,
They don't,
Know how,
To open them.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is the sequel to the poem that I posted, called "Doors". This is much different than "Doors". I personally, like this one much better than the first poem, "Doors". Because it has a more Descriptive, Metaphorical, and Visual perspective. That's why I love it and think it's better than the first.

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The Doors,
Doors to an Idea
Doors to Imagination
Doors to Discovery
Doors to Inspiration
Doors to Understanding
Doors to Decisions
Doors to Truth
Doors to Sensing
Doors to Feelings
Doors to Creation
Doors to Enrichment
Doors to Enchantment
Doors to Fantasies
Doors to what you wanted to be.
Doors to Love
Doors to Belief
Doors to Peace
Doors to Dreams

...........can all be, opened by you.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A lovely and beautiful poem, that's now one of my favorite poems that I've written. The theme and idea just came to me. I love it!!! (I may add more to it in the future though.)

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The Doors

The doors must close
At some point,
For if they stay open forever,
At some point
The cold will get in.

All the people who are waiting outside
Can feel the need to
Get in,
While all the people within the doors
Are screaming for

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I don't know where this one came from.... It just happened.

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Deep in my heart

Lies a heavy oak door

Hiding twenty years burden

And nothing more


Turn to your left

A door of the lightest bamboo

Keeping all my secrets

Locked tight and sealed too


Looking all around

Doors – Too many to number

All hiding something within

Keeping the worst in slumber


Come in a little deeper

Find the door that’s blood red

And there lying in wait

Is the one thing left unsaid



Written on

February 13, 2006

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is one of my faves. Just the fact that I never once said whatthat door was about. That door could be anything from hatred, to pain, to love I feel for another. You choose.

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Don't look for me,

For my doors



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