Seer
When I look into my own eyes
I see Ravens
Beating feathers at the sun;
Shifting shadows beneath the light;
Voices ancient as Thought and Memory –
They guard the edges of dreams.
I carve madness from my eyeballs,
Picking out each vein with the blood-soaked barbs of feathers.
Mad woman’s milk spills onto my fingers
Like words staining my lips.
Dark moons cling to the edge of my tongue –
Violent spiders sucking in every breath and body,
Leaving nothing but desiccated husks
For the Ravens to tear at and peck.
I kiss you
I kiss you
And every incarnation of you,
As hound and beast,
And bone white death.
I kiss the soil of corpses,
And the soft moon flowers.
And in each kiss your
Breath
Softly curls around my heart and soul
Claiming me as yours
She was Dressed in Black
She was dressed in black,
a raven of painted feathers and death tones.
Her body was laced in black and roses,
like a corpse,
dancing in the bone-yard
upon the sacred mounds of skull and tears.
She was kissed in black,
A midnight phantom on the wings of the moon,
Doom and Sadness in her eyes
Like feathers of the crow falling
one by
one
from the sky
Devouring Devotion
His grin tickles me with its sharpness,
His breath sharp with the scent of death,
The sickly, rotting smell of roadkill.
I catch a glimpse of him from the corner of my eye,
teeth and dripping spittle,
Tearing the corpse apart so that it may be digested in his belly
This is Devouring Compassion;
Everything will die and rot, and will pass
Through Him.
I pick up the red clay, wet with my spit and blessed water and I begin to mold and carve, bit by bit, the details of the small skulls. There are Thirteen.
The candle-light is sinister, magical, like Anpu’s delighted grin…This is the land of spirits and Death. I offer the last of my coffee to Pixie, I still share this ritual with her. My head is spinning with euphoria, ecstasy… Wildness.
I have etched my devotion into small clay balls of skull.
Anubis is not a god booming orders down
from the heavens;
He delights in wild rapture and simple devotion-
Rituals of rupture and release.
Surgical Execution,
Carnal Expression
This is not Spirit Being torn from the flesh
but married to it.
Each brutal caress, of spirit on bone, of blood on soul
Knits me closer
to Raw Godliness.
I fly by night- incense and caffeine floods my lungs and veins. I am drowning in the scent of Dog, of God; I give myself over to sacred passion and devotion, lost in the gentle violence of His Eyes.
Dance for Het- Heret
Intoxicating, isn’t it?
The way my scent snakes up your nostrils,
Slipping in between your fingers
and the locks of your hair
as you dance for me.
You are losing yourself.
Don’t you know that is what love is?
Falling into someones scent like
Bees falling dead to the ground.
The seemingly endless curling up and up,
Until you are
falling down and
down.
Everything else is merely a whisper,
A shadow of smoke in candlelight.
You weep white roses at my feet;
A sacrifice.
As Perfect Love means giving yourself over to me
Completely.
Madness and Beauty
is the dance you are pounding out with your feet,
it is your breath growing faster and harder,
as your hips buck and sway.
Everything is a drumbeat
waiting to be danced,
until you collapse
at my feet.
Hekate’s Mirror
Splinters,
because I’m not really numb
I need to feel it
because I’m not dead.
This is a test.
The broken glass pierces into my left foot,
because I can still feel it,
because even a piece of mirror in my foot is still a mirror
A mirror that I have to look into,
especially because it is shattered
in many facets, and I’m seeing myself as if for the first time
It is horrifying
and
beautiful.
Becoming the Jackal
Oh let’s have a little dance with Death,
A walk on the wild side
with The Jackal.
Where naked flesh
Meets ripping jaws;
A wild frenzy in a dance of
blood
pounding!
pounding,
on the serpent drum.
Howling!
Howling!
Clawing!
Growling!
Slipping into ecstasy
I become The Jackal
As He enters me
Hekate
The Blue rips through me,
rupturing what was there before
A cleansing was of your lavender fans the flame of my heart.
And you are the Earth, Sky and Sea, the ebb and flow and beating drum, the air in my lungs and whisper on the wind
Monsters
The monsters they creep around at night,
setting our fears and troubles to light.
They bump around and go WoooOoo.
And when we close the cupboards, go Boo!
*
They dance around making scary sounds;
Their shadows of ghouls and monster hounds.
They grab us with their bloody claws,
and make scratching noises on our doors
*
They sneak up behind us making skin crawl,
and write redrum all over the walls.
They come out of mirrors when we call Bloody Mary,
and when they bear their teeth, they’re even more scary
*
They like to breathe loudly with a rasping breath,
and curl their razor fingers around our juicy necks.
So with a shudder and a scream I run and hide under the sheet
As monsters cannot hurt me, unless I take a peak.
O That Oogie Boogie Man!
Oogie was a boogie man under my bed.
His eyes were jet black but at night they glowed red.
_
He made growling noises and screeched aloud at night,
Sending me in a flurry of tears at the awful fright.
_
One day he tried to frighten me, but I refused to play along.
So now he keeps me up at night singing his Boogie song!
Two Spiders
Two spiders circling in a death dance
They touch
And like a teardrop
One falls
Silently to the ground
Monster
Unliving is the beast that
feeds on through the
night.
*
It pulses, bleeding from battles never
fought.
Yet in the end
the beast has won.
*
Drooling blood,
acid,
burning holes into flesh;
into men, its teeth
do mesh
*
Claws ripping,
jaws dripping.
This beast,
this monster
is me;
my sanity that
is slipping
Weaver-
By Nightshade (Me)
The young girl travelled the path
‘Til it no longer was the same
She travelled into the other world
the world of spells and fae
*
As she looked at each glittering star
that sat upon each stem
She grew tired and weary
and fell to sleep on them
*
When she awoke she was back home
but alas no one was there
she looked upon a mirror and
could not help but stare
*
She had aged beyond mortal years
A crone of wise never seen
She remembered all a-sudden
the spiderwight-weaved dream
*
Fae had danced around her soul
teaching her sweet spells
She fell in love with a faery king
and became a Queen as well
*
But time had come to end her days
in the Faery realm
She wished for her family
and bid the fae farewell
*
When she arrived they all were dead
And she could not return
The path was no longer there
And she, her lesson learnt
*
She now sits in the sewing room
Weaving destinies
she silently cuts the thread and
brings eternity
Nothing ever lasts
I pull the violin strings through my vocal chords
To bleed them with beauty
As the passion leaks from my lips
I trace upon the satin sky
And lend the stars my cruelty
I’m a cloud of toxic memories
A fog of empty void
My mind plays upon the eventual
Of what is to come
For what is forever
Without the promise of dreams
Without the silence of screams
Without things that seem to be
And in this littered world
Of paper flowers
And grass of glass
I hope to fade upon the never
As nothing ever lasts
Torture me
Hit me, beat me to the swollen ground
Bite me fight me yet with no sound
Make me bleed and scream and die
Torture me and hurt me with love in your eyes
Drowning sun
The moon is dark
The sky breathes red
All around us
Is death and dread
As I fall into a
Swirling river
No one can hear me
As I drown in slivers
I scream
I cry
I toss
I turn
I slam
I smash
Yet nothing works
You are a million miles
Away…
Barbed wire
Slashes tires
Rips into skin
Like soaring fires
Burning flesh
Bleeding blood
I die,
And look at the
colour of the sky?
What beauty in a
drowning sun
Thus the beginning
Of the end
Has come
Broken diary
Pages floating
Now whipped by the wind
In a cold dark alley
In thick puddles they land
Tearstained already, blood bathed
by wrists all slit
hatred borne in fragmented
sentences
a broken soul demolished by pain
a weather worn diary
demolished in rage
Progeny of bloodshed
Black candles bleeding
Hot wax on white skin
Nails drawing blood in a lovers embrace
Teeth tearing the skin of sweet pink lips
Tongue lapping fluid
From a blood-filled mouth
-a vampire’s kiss-
World inside of me
There’s this whole world inside of me
That goes drip, drip with blood
There’s this strange world inside of me
That can never feel love
There’s this insane world inside of me
That only seems to hate
There’s this little world inside of me
That I made to escape
An angel
Scorned and shredded
An angel seduced by our lust of flesh
Our lingering sweet caresses
Of cadaverous illusions
Our erotica of forbidden diversion
A secret known only by us
By our selfish gratification
And swollen dissociation
An act of rape so euphoric and mortal
This angel has surrendered
its deathless existence
Its lissome essence
To be and feel our
Torturous imperfection
And deteriorate into evanescence
Harlequinade
Suspended I hang
In a harlequins dream
A carnival of masks
A terror of screams
Music of madness
In a merry-go-round
Exploding in my head
The grotesque sounds
I fall and I’m trapped
In a dungeon of mirrors
I run but can’t hide from
The phantasmal horrors
Faces laugh in a glitter of lust
As I crumple into the violin dust
The dancers swarm
above and below
As la guillotine
Perfects her blow
I struggle but
I’m bound in
Spider legs
And it ‘s Only
Begun
And Will
Never end
Whisper
Falling teardrops
In the chrome sky
Crying angels
Shrivel and die
Melted into a pool of death
My lungs let out their
Last whisper of breath
Blood and paper
Blood is dripping
Blood is dripping
Blood is dripping from my eyes
Paper ripping
Paper I`m ripping
As I rip up my own insides
Invisible Knife
Invisible knife above my head
It sleeps with me inside my bed
It cuts my mind and rips my heart
And tears my skin off part by part
It torments my spirit, it pierces my flesh
When I awake
My wounds are still fresh
Winter
I wake up every morning and look
Out my window to a cold chrome sky and leafless trees
The wind whispers a haunting truth of death and sadness
And the tears in my eyes well up lake puffs of mist on a mountain
The shadows engulf my last traces of hope and I fall upon my bed
Crushed and crumpled like wasted paper
And simper into sleep
Near midafternoon the sun
Peaks through the granite clouds and struggles its way
Through until it reaches my nose and starts to heat up my face
Winter is the loneliest and most frightfully depressing
Season there is
Yule trees of the oak kings defeat rise up and lay triumphant over empty space where presents should be
In the cold mansions of my mind there is nobody but me
There are, instead of halls filled with food and bouquets, footsteps echoing against grey tiles and the frosted breath of a wanderer
In a daze, constantly wishing, imagining, making friends with the walls, I sit and converse and fight
How tedious everyday gets
Looking up to stars of frozen glitter
How sad she kooks, the mother, the Moon
Singing the song of death in symphonies of gloom
Superficial
Superficial plastic dolls dance to
Candy coated, coloured death
The fake within reality
Is all the truth that’s left
How can a pen leave a mark
If all the ink has run out
How can a mirror reflect perfection
If what is looking in it is dirt
How can death capture life
If souls are what makes life live
As death is lined within the
Pencils lead
Each bit is broken piece by piece
From the end to the head
Shattered page
This shattered page
Of ripped words
Bleeding onto walls
In fits of blood
In crimson ink
My story is told
With pain and rage
And hatred so cold
I am the beauty of the Earth
Crumbling into somber
Emptiness
As we all fade into oblivion
With this sweet ignorance
Eventuality
She’s an angel of lust on
a rosebud of passion
moon dust wings
are mechanically captured
in a void of space
she hangs motionless
her heart a swollen yet
empty pit
her face of animated
beauty
held in her eyes
her smile of fragility
on skin paper white
she craves for eternity
and our eyes can`t see
that she falls down
into eventuality
Fanciful play
In a fancy of Fantasy
In a world where I like to go
It has blood and gore and
Suicidal shows
The actors are me
And I direct the play
As I myself in reality decay
I watch my dance as I slither
And unwind
in a deathly duel
of nothingness and time
in a trance I float
staring at me
as I fall away from reality
Rotten
(This was the first poem I ever wrote)
Here I rot, I shall not prevail
For as I am the one, the only one, that
Knows, that wills and that shall be
I take to another thought of life,
In a way I bear a wrath, that
Can`t be seen through the eyes of
One, one I am, am I known?
Known is the truth, truth of
me, my knowledge grows through
Sight that knows me no longer
I feel, felt and will always touch
The sense of me, you, her, him, brother,
sister, mother, father, life can’t go on
much longer, I think for I am
only a vision of imagination, that
is so powerful
only one can bear the thought of a
life so dull, living in a vision of
ones memory, present and future
