The Macabre Poems [Part Three poems 34-56]

34) Eros Ploy

From her nous to her clitoris,
To her nipples and lips,
Wooed aforementioned a shuttle alert on a stick:
She dissolved aforementioned butter
Until there was no other.

35) Tagaririm (Arch daimon Belphegor)

He speaks exclusive in Aramaic, occupation up the dead
For vagary, spells and signs, to hide
The Atziloth scrolls, until the quaternary heavens divide,
Untiluntil the modify of time.

From assorted worlds, his powers come
Briah, Yetzirah and Asiahwhere unfading veils
Never foregather (Neschamah, Ruach and Nephesch);
And questing armies never die.

Lo, Samaul, Evil Spirit of the soul, waits for thee,
Thy mode O Belphegor
To displace the scroll,
Bearing the obloquy of beatific beings and fiendish foes.

36) Dream Maker
[Part 1 of 5]

Who crafts a dream
Puts us to sleep!
What fruit shall hear
Or equilibrise meet
To consequence us up
Upon our feet?

II: Comes the Dream

Comes the dream,
An glimmer memory
Sealed tightclasping
In a darkened room
(In soul-vaults).

III: Ancient Scrolls

Endless mysteries
Of the spirit’s plight
Weave the intrinsic twilight.
Unending sunsgloom!
Ancient dreams and scrolls.

IV: Sleeping Mind

In apiece unerect mind,
Light crapper seldom find
The unformed decay,
Of ones dragging worlds
To be left, behind;

For heaven’s melody,
Darkness lurks
As the nous hovers:
The strains flow out
Lo! Bend the vine:
Let the sunsets in,
Awaken
(All’s forgotten).

V: Lonely, Lost

The Dream-maker shouts:
“I institute songs unsung,”
Lonely, forfeited a while,
Unto and into thy grief,
Thy grief, my sorrow today sung.

Ah! Death has forfeited its sting:
And dreams hit forfeited
Their pulse
“Thou shalt not consequence this time,”
The Dream-maker shouts.

37) The Macabre Serpent of Space

With scary sarcophagus grimace,
The ill-omen diapsid appeared
From discover of the shadows of space

Lo! solon ancient than man, it thirsts for a name
A locate in incommunicative space
Yet, exclusive blacknesscul-de-sac.

38) C.A. Smith

The conifer blows over my grave:
Oh would I conceal from you
Yet I writeall the same.

Ah! -I am a ghost:
With shadows above me
And demon ears below.

April 17 2004, Lima, Peru.

Published on the Eldritch Dark website; a selection of my friend’s, Phillip Ellis.

39) I. The Woods in the Sea

Upon the throne, of the moon,
Across the land, into the sea,
He treads: walks endlessly
For the whole anxiety to see.

The twine is from the north,
The gleaming stars rest in the west,
The heritage of second-sight
Resides within his chest.

He knows he cannot rest
For belief shores ease to come
From lands both obtuse and gray,
Lands of newborn outcomes.

Published on the Eldritch Dark website 6/04

40) II: Shadow of Fate

If digit lives with the simulacrum of hate,
High or baritone be he,
Such is his fate.

41) III: Talons

I module sway the discolour shadows
(Time lost, instance forgotten):
All into colourless brows
Onto the stranger’s talons:
While I provide into the board-walk
Let him verify his gangly tales.

42) IV: Wild Stones

Who is the witch, the demon
The offender and the ghoul?
I could not verify for the chronicle of me:
So I forgave them, digit and all.

And then I slept a daylong sleep
(Forgiving is quite a chore)
Then, when I woke to foregather the day,
Love had conquered all.

43) V: Satan’s Sidekick’s

The men that chum with Satan
Their whist cannot forgive;
They wager no more in love,
Than compassionateness crapper wager to give.

The men that chum with Satan
Their gods are some and small;
They move absent aforementioned albescent ghosts
Climbing fiendish walls.

The men that chum with Satan
Seldom crapper they sleep;
And finished their situation visions,
With flames and respiration they leap.

They achievement the connector alonethey do,
Strange, unfathomable with palest eyes.
Always intellection they were cheated:
With footsteps tenacious by lies.

And in the halls of Belshazzar
Their ghostly eons sophisticate and twine;
Always lettered naught of hope,
Beyond the dazzling line.

44) VI The Great Flood of ‘51

The period is dark, the Mississippi
Lies asleep;
Velvet mists garment the blood-spattered moon
(With hirsute fantastic eyes):
Restless with hazy fear, and slumber
Of her sleep
(White diacetylmorphine in the skies).
She hears the speaking of the
Ghostly assail (booming far
Encircling near)
Glide overnightoverheadready:
To be dropped (like a blow of Thor).
“I shall go forth!” she hears:
And downbound the redness veil, hails
Triumph is in its roarthe storm:

Roads, men, levee and homes
Cliffs and bridges tossed about:
The untamable simulacrum has free the clouds.

Continuation from the: Macabre Poems

45) Poe’s Legacy

If author hadn’t hit been born

There’d hit been no rapping or tapping
(at small for a whileat my door?)
Nor would there had been unhealthy beauty
with depth and sin
That circles the globenor HPL and CAS.
What a unremarkable chronicle (it would hit been)
without the devil’s pen.

I gripped the legacy: misrepresentaation on practice ground,
the third-eye of the hunter, filled with wax
calls for breath, in the unhearable Valley of Shock;
thus, stungI remain, by the vain trees
of horrorthen I center a whisper:

“Lord, support my slummy soul.”

June 4 2004

Inspired by Phillip Ellis.

46) Loving in Limbo

Mother! Mother!
My wanted one!
To whose dearest love
Will agreement run?
Oh! Thy module it is
In the winters to cross
Or place exclusive still
Like October’s frost;
Now my modify is cold
(As in trance I’m snared)
Keeping hunch and soul
With songs threadbare?

June 6 2004

47) Mystery of Mysteries

We’re dropped alone, as shall we die
Looking at the distance of drifting
A Mystery of Mysteries!
We are pitifully weak things.

The Watchman’s preserver eye,
For Himit is not loneliness;
The drumming of the unguided
Lends allurementwith vocalizing nearby.
In chronicle and death, digit faces pry;
One shall overshadow: they cry

Be it period or day, though grappling haw frown,
Unready for the test dawn
And confusion near, throbbing:
Comes the vagrant of the hour
As we’re born, we die: alone
A Mystery of Mysteries!

48) Rosinina Tapi of the Sacred Valley

It was long, long, so daylong ago
in the Sacred Valley of Peru,
wherein a missy lived, no digit rattling knew,
by the study of Rosinina Tapi
and this missy lived with no another thought:
than to springy discover her chronicle within this unnameable spot.

I was a Prince and She was to be,
in this land of the Sacred Valley;
we lapse in love: fervent and unconditionally,
I and my Princess to be
with a treasured worship, that exclusive Heaven
could see.

And so it was, that long, daylong ago
in this land in the Sacred Valley
a ghostly twine blew to and fro
(out of a vacuum no digit knew):
after my lovely Rosinina Tapi,
thusly exalting her kinsmen
to verify her absent from me.
They thus closed her upin a unnatural vault
Within the land of the Valley.

Ah! the devils, the devils, that dwelt in Hell,
Were envying her and I
Oh yes!’twas their quest
(as every knew within the Sacred Valley),
that the ghostly twine that blew to and fro
finished the cracks of the earth:
had seized and killed my Rosinina Tapi.

And depressing was I, to inhume my dreams,
(such memories that had to be):
and low the moonbeams, my bonny Rosinina Tapi
was belowground within the Sacred Valley.

49) The Ancient Sharra

You that rest in absolute and gloomful darkness
Who become from the region of the world
The Sharra Indians with contracted heads,
Colored feathers, blow-guns with
Fearful darts,
Along the equator’s rimthat doesn’t spin
To you I rain forward my season nights.

Note: 4/20/04: cursive during a meet at the Middle of the World at the Ecuador (000)

50) Satan’s Galapagos

By the Stygian shadows
Vowed to Lucifer,
By his stamped prophets
Foreshown,
By these, by these I claim
Thee
By trickery, intoxicant and sorcery
I hit proven to curve thy
Footsteps
In the tranquil Galapagos.

April 24 2004; Lima, Peru

Note: cursive backward from the Galapagos, to Lima, Peru; some fantastic and tumultuous incidents, occurred.

51) Fading Worlds

Behind a enthusiastic shadow,
A anxiety fades
This is the toll of beauty
How some stars are lost
This way
Lost within the oceans,
Fading skies?
So some forfeited worlds die.

In memoriam adventurer choreographer adventurer Apr 10 2004, Lima, Peru; revised May 5 2004.

52) Lost Souls

Shadows of the forfeited souls,
If you call on them,
Will never permit you go.

April 17 2004, Lima, Peru

53) The Goat man’s Fancy

She heard the reaching of the Doom
In the quiet ease of the moon
For, half-enchanted with his stars
In the gloaming of his youth,
To the inhospitable he did part.

Now, with the slug unlit,
He mitt her heart
As if she was to talk on
And sound his starry, solitary song!

Henceforth triumphant
Was the Devil’s rose:
For she poured his mephistophelean poisons, cold
And muttered on, to a newborn moon.

54) The Hoofed Demon

He heard me not, nor saw
Knowing my proximity as he should:
He whispered.

*Ecuador, Quito, 4/25/04

55) Buried Souls

And there his sarcophagus lay
Beneath the towering mountains
Stretching discover of the deep, Stygian sea
(With every its weight, protection his fate),
No light, no day, exclusive protection chains.
Lost, irrecoverable in the sand’s density

Where no travelers hit ease been,
No anchorage or skies to befriend,
Faceless skeletons, unhearable voices:
They every embraced in this garment of dark
Embraced by looks: grappling to face
Hungry to modify the worthlessness of space.

April 1 2004, St. Paul, Minnesota

56) The Pale Horse of Rano Raraku

Jesus said: “Know what is before your grappling and what is unseeable from you module be revealed to you;”
From: ‘the Gospel of Thomas’.

It is to you, to you among the experience that I write; for indeed, I haw be dead, and am of lowercase anxiety if so. For the eld today that are in the past, the terminal some in particular, hit been eld of terror, of pure dread, as circles the anxiety this rattling moment, to escalate, I do believeescalate around the globe, and so I indite this by rousing of a news I heard:

Into and onto the Isla de Pascua,
Navel of the anxiety (window to the Pacific)
Whose Moai Eyes of towering extrusive stones
Look towards the Heavens,
As if their alcohol were trapped, extremity within,
Afraid, fearful, frightened, to yield their pericarp abode,
To grappling their material sins

Thus, rides the Pale Horse of Rano Raraku’s rim
of Rano Raraku’s rim.

Ah, distinctly, eagerly, pacing,
‘Tis a traveller who comes racing
Into and onto the speaking of Rano Raraku
To grownup the prototypal glimpse,
The rattling prototypal glimpse, peep, and hint of Apocalypse
Deception and pestilence movement with him,
The Pale Horse: Tribulation

Whence comes recognise and blast from above, integrated with blood;
The sun, slug and stars darken.

Henceforth, the Pale Horse comes racing, riding,
From the edge of this superbly extrusive site.
The ordinal trumpet is today primed to be blown,
The woes and vials to be poured:
Within the illusion and perplexity of this story
Rides the Pale Horse dying, dying, dyingdead,
On the edge of Rano Raraku;

Watching, watchingthe stranger, Austrian, grim:
Thus comes the world’s sins;

As he witnesses the painthe horse’s message:

“The God-King is not dead
The God-King is coming.”

Inspired by my uranologist friend, Johannes [2004]

See Dennis’ scheme site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com

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