legend
Sahara Noir
I have stood Barefoot in the sun
Wading through the blushing shallows
In the Oasis of the Ahaggar Mountains.
My chest is hard and brown.
I have collected the tears Of the Boswellia Sacra
as they mourn the early Dawn Sun.
I have intoxicated my self,
Consuming the hot molten rum of Dates And Myrrh.
And carelessly wandered off
In the Perils of the blistering sun.
At nighttime,
When the moon casts its heavy cool glow
The Ancient Temples burn away the tears
A hot languid incense steams
From the burning sands
showing you the way.
Pirate Curse
Paradox
Dark Hearts
Marilyn Monroe
People will always call you the blonde bombshell
with cherry red lips that smiled with so much passion
those pretty blue eyes still capture the hearts of so many
the way you walked and moved will always be in fashion
Your journey was filled with both happiness and tears
but the sunny memories of you outshine the sorrow
you left us with a legend that will always shine bright
just wish life could of gave you one more tomorrow
John Gabriel ©
Abdul Alhazred
Alhazred was born in Yemen,
Traveling in the known world;
Amassing lore and legend,
And the tales of the fiends.
A writer and a poet,
He was educated much.
Geometry, algebra, Alchemy
And magickal incantations' need.
From the cup of occult knowledge
He drank deep...
Driving a normal person
To madness or beyond.
Alhazred was once a normal man,
With desires like we all can.
He was Arab by birth,
With a pale skin in rebirth.
Being labeled the mad,
As he was once a dad.
But had to eat his child,
By the King of the Palace's might.
He wrote down the Necronomicon,
In more than one song...
The obscure, the forgotten,
The suppressed, the rotten.
Never meant to be read;
It causes insanity with speed.
Not interpreted rationally,
The thoughts cause a rally.
Alhazred was insane,
By the lore he learned within.
But he wrote clear,
With many a tear.
The state of the Universe,
In reality suspense;
Plaything of mad gods at best,
Sewer of evil in the north, south, east, west.
Humans dare not dream of this,
For their peaceful lives they cannot miss.
A warning and guide this book is,
And by the Djinns you do wish.
Alhazred died, not a mystery,
It is written in history.
In the marketplace,
He was erased.
By the Demon from beyond,
Who wanted him gone.
Blood upon the sand,
There he was banned.
In broad daylight,
With many a sight.
He meddled with evil things,
With beings with wings.
He is now dead,
After he bled...
The Legend Part I: Reborn
Born with a powerful destiny,
Only to destroy those wrong,
Many times to come fighting,
War at my feet and soul along,
Gathering that strength through,
My awaken blood so hot but cold,
Skin rotting but alive inside,
Fear me you will it will be told,
Stories frighten thy heart,
Reaching for that step,
Whispers hidden deep in the dark,
Regret shall what had left,
Wait till my next move,
Fire and water turn red,
Get ready for that move,
Come shall my birth to what said..