34) Eros Ploy From her mind to her clitoris, To her nipples and lips, Wooed like a bird perched on a stick: She melted like butter Until there was no other.
35) Tagaririm (Arch devil Belphegor) He speaks only in Aramaic, calling up the dead-- For vagary, spells and signs, to hide The Atziloth scrolls, until the four heavens divide, Until--until the end of time..
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From different worlds, his powers come-- Briah, Yetzirah and Asiah--where immortal veils Never meet (Neschamah, Ruach and Nephesch); And questing armies never die.
Lo, Samaul, Evil Spirit of the soul, waits for thee, Thy signature O Belphegor-- To unroll the scroll, Bearing the names of angelic beings and demonic foes.
36) Dream Maker [Part 1 of 5] Who crafts a dream Puts us to sleep! What ear shall hear Or balance meet-- To wake us up Upon our feet? II: Comes the Dream Comes the dream, An inkling memory Sealed tight--clasping In a darkened room (In soul-vaults).
III: Ancient Scrolls Endless mysteries Of the spirit's plight Weave the inner twilight.
Unending suns--gloom! Ancient dreams and scrolls..
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IV: Sleeping Mind In each sleeping mind, Light can seldom find The formless decay, Of ones dragging worlds To be left, behind; For heaven's melody, Darkness lurks As the mind hovers: The strains seep out-- Lo! Bend the vine: Let the sunsets in, Awaken (All's forgotten).
V: Lonely, Lost The Dream-maker shouts: "I found songs unsung," Lonely, lost a while, Unto and into thy grief, Thy grief, my grief now sung.
Ah! Death has lost its sting: And dreams have lost Their pulse-- "Thou shalt not wake this time," The Dream-maker shouts.
37) The Macabre Serpent of Space With chilling sarcophagus grimace, The ill-omen serpent appeared From out of the shadows of space...
Lo! More ancient than man, it thirsts for a name A place in unutterable space-- Yet, only blackness--cul-de-sac..
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38) C.
A.
Smith The cypress blows over my grave: Oh would I hide from you-- Yet I write...
all 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 favorite of myfriend'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 entire world to see.
The wind is from the north, The bright stars rest in the west, The gift of second-sight Resides within his chest.
He knows he cannot rest-- For unseen shores yet to come From lands both dim and gray, Lands of new outcomes.
Published on the Eldritch Dark website 6/04 40) II: Shadow of Fate If one lives with the god of hate, High or low be he, Such is his fate..
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41) III: Talons I will weave the pale shadows (Time lost, time forgotten--): All into pallid brows Onto the stranger's talons: While I sink into the board-walk-- Let him tell his tall tales.
42) IV: Wild Stones Who is the witch, the demon-- The culprit and the ghoul? I could not tell for the life of me: So I forgave them, one and all.
And then I slept a long sleep (Forgiving is quite a chore)-- Then, when I woke to meet the day, Love had conquered all.
43) V: Satan's Sidekick's The men that chum with Satan-- Their hearts cannot forgive; They see no more in love, Than mercy can see to give.
The men that chum with Satan-- Their gods are many and small; They drift away like white ghosts Climbing demonic walls.
The men that chum with Satan-- Seldom can they sleep; And through their nightmare visions, With flames and smoke they leap.
They walk the earth alone--they do, Strange, deep with palest eyes.
Always thinking they were cheated: With footsteps dogged by lies.
And in the halls of Belshazzar-- Their ghostly eons twist and twine; Always knowing naught of hope, Beyond the blazing line.
44) VI The Great Flood of '51 The night is dark, the Mississippi Lies asleep; Velvet mists veil the blood-spattered moon (With hoary strange eyes): Restless with hazy fear, and slumber Of her sleep (White thunder in the skies).
She hears the whisper of the Ghostly storm (booming far-- Encircling near) Glide overnight--overhead--ready: To be born (like a hammer of Thor).
"I shall go forth!" she hears: And down the scarlet veil, hails Triumph is in its roar--the storm: Roads, men, levee and homes-- Cliffs and bridges tossed about: The untamable god has freed the clouds.
Continuation from the: Macabre Poems 45) Poe's Legacy If Poe hadn't have been born-- There'd have been no rapping or tapping-- (at least for a while--at my door?) Nor would there had been morbid beauty with depth and sin...
That circles the globe--nor HPL and CAS.
What a mundane life (it would have been) without the devil's pen.
I gripped the legacy: lying on savage ground, the third-eye of the hunter, filled with wax-- calls for breath, in the silent Valley of Shock; thus, stung--I remain, by the fruitless trees of horror--thenI hear a whisper: "Lord, help my poor soul.
" June 4 2004 Inspired by Phillip Ellis.
46) Loving in Limbo Mother! Mother! My precious one! To whose dearest love Will harmony run? Oh! Thy will it is In the winters to cross Or lay simply still Like October's frost; Now my form is cold-- (As in trance I'm snared) Keeping heart and soul With songs threadbare? June 6 2004 47) Mystery of Mysteries We're born alone, as shall we die Looking at the hour of drifting-- A Mystery of Mysteries! We are pitifully helpless things..
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The Watchman's guardian eye, For Him--it is not loneliness; The drumming of the unguided Lends allurement--with chanting nearby.
In life and death, two faces pry; One shall overshadow: they cry Be it night or day, though face may frown, Unready for the final dawn And pandemonium near, throbbing: Comes the drifting 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 long ago in the Sacred Valley of Peru, wherein a maiden lived, no one really knew, by the name of Rosinina Tapi-- and this maiden lived with no other thought: than to live out her life within this sacred spot.
I was a Prince and She was to be, in this kingdom of the Sacred Valley; we fell in love: ardent and unconditionally, I and my Princess to be-- with a cherished worship, that only Heaven could see.
And so it was, that long, long ago in this kingdom in the Sacred Valley a ghostly wind blew to and fro (out of a void no one knew): after my lovelyRosinina Tapi, thus inspiring her kinsmen to take her away from me.
They hence shut her up--in a eerie vault Within the kingdom of the Valley.
Ah! the devils, the devils, that dwelt in Hell, Were envying her and I-- Oh yes!--'twas their quest (as all knew within the Sacred Valley), that the ghostly wind that blew to and fro through the cracks of the earth: had seized and killed my RosininaTapi.
And sad was I, to bury my dreams, (such memories that had to be): and under the moonbeams, my beautiful RosininaTapi was buried within the Sacred Valley.
49) The Ancient Sharra You that rest in utter and gloomful darkness Who come from the middle of the world-- The Sharra Indians with shrunken heads, Colored feathers, blow-guns with Fearful darts, Along the equator's rim--that doesn't spin-- To you I pour forth my autumn nights.
Note:4/20/04: written during a visit at the Middle of the World at the Ecuador (000) 50) Satan's Galapagos By the dark shadows Vowed to Lucifer, By his sealed prophets Foreshown, By these, by these I claim Thee-- By trickery, wine and sorcery-- I have tried to bend thy Footsteps In the peaceful Galapagos.
April 24 2004; Lima, Peru Note: written returning from the Galapagos, to Lima, Peru; many strange and disruptive incidents, occurred.
51) Fading Worlds Behind a great shadow, A world fades-- This is the price of beauty-- How many stars are lost This way-- Lost within the oceans, Fading skies? So many lost worlds...
die..
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In memoriam Clark Ashton Smith April 10 2004, Lima, Peru; revised May 5 2004.
52) Lost Souls Shadows of the lost souls, If you call on them, Will never let you go.
April 17 2004, Lima, Peru 53) The Goat man's Fancy She heard the coming of the Doom-- In the silence still of the moon-- For, half-enchanted with his stars In the twilight of his youth, To the desert he did part.
Now, with the moon unlit, He left her heart...
As if she was to mutter on And sing his starry, lonesome song! Henceforth triumphant Was the Devil's rose: For she poured his devilish poisons, cold-- And muttered on, to a new moon..
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54)The Hoofed Demon He heard me not, nor saw Knowing my presence as he should: He whispered.
*Ecuador, Quito, 4/25/04 55) Buried Souls And there his sarcophagus lay-- Beneath the towering mountains-- Stretching out of the deep, dark sea (With all its weight, sealing his fate), No light, no day, only binding chains.
Lost, forgotten in the sand's density...
Where no travelers have yet been, No roads or skies to befriend, Faceless skeletons, silent voices: They all embraced in this veil of dark -- Embraced by looks: face to face-- Hungry to fill the emptiness of space.
April 1 2004, St.
Paul, Minnesota 56) The Pale Horse of Rano Raraku Jesus said:"Know what is before your face and what is hidden from you will be revealed to you;" From: 'the Gospel of Thomas'.
It is to you, to you among the living that I write; for indeed, I may be dead, and am of little concern if so.
For the years now that are in the past, the last few in particular, have been years of terror, of intense dread, as circles the world this very moment, to escalate, I do believe--escalate around the globe, and so I write this by inspiration of a story I heard: Into and onto the Isla de Pascua, Navel of the world (window to the Pacific)-- Whose Moai Eyes of towering volcanic stones Look towards the Heavens, As if their spirits were trapped, bound within, Afraid, fearful, frightened, to leave their stone abode, To face their worldly sins-- Thus, rides the Pale Horse of Rano Raraku's rim --of Rano Raraku's rim.
Ah, distinctly, eagerly, pacing, 'Tis a visitor who comes racing-- Into and onto the whisper of Rano Raraku To catch the first glimpse, The very first glimpse, peep, and hint...
of Apocalypse-- Deception and pestilence travel with him, The Pale Horse: Tribulation-- Whence comes hail and fire from above, mixed with blood; The sun, moon and stars darken.
Henceforth, the Pale Horse comes racing, riding, From the rim of this wondrous volcanic site.
The seventh trumpet is now ready to be blown, The woes and vials to be poured: Within the magic and mystery of this story Rides the Pale Horse dying, dying, dying--dead, On the rim of Rano Raraku; Watching, watching--the stranger, Austrian, grim: Thus comes the world's sins; As he witnesses the pain--the horse's message: "The God-King is not dead-- The God-King is coming..
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" Inspired by my poet friend, Johannes [2004]