Dead in the Den

Angling for penetration.

 

 

The drum’s vibrating the walls

And the primordial war horn it wails.

Satyricon whispers from the misty forests breaching.........

It wails

It wails I sing.

And again

Thrusting toward me savagely.

I'm sneaking through my smoke.

Divinity-spiking in the clean air;

Tis the greatness of howling beasts.

Wild and beautiful outhere.

 

Begin inhaling the moon.

 

 I sing. I coo. They’re destiny, their doom.. And the darkening of my wave ensues, as I know

I am

Unalike in certainty and ruined

I find myself naked

Still believing  

I have

got a place ideal in the wildness of wolves,

 

A greater heart that flows outside the bones.

Waltzing timidly down the street without echoes

An ember among the massive fire of the world.

And steadily I resist begging

at the feet of the cryptic unknown.

Barbaric I coo

Outhere.

Ensured of the thick weight of my skull

Lobbing.. wrists throbbing. Neck pulsing

Take a moment to bleed.

Here it is impending. The hierarchy death blows obliviously among thee.

 

A beating drum, hollow,

subdue

A scratching, red eyed,  inferno.

The silk of knowledge it’s all over me and I’m

still squishing out the life.

Dying in the den.

 

Cannot get cozy with my back on the bed

Still,

In the den

Suffocating.

With a breath too heavy to breathe.

 

It transcends me..

It transcends me..

 

In the midst of the inevitable, unseen end

and my faltering, it's all leaving

me like a hermit.

Like a wise old wizard

From storytellers land I whisper.

It coos

And the ritual remains inscribed

Melting like chocolate down my throat.

Spirit spitting--

It’s

Splattered wildly in my art.

                             Rubbing the wound

Way out there,

The daylight birthing..

Balance for the weak ones..

Allowed

my ability of movement

to get this human

hair off my tongue.

Hollow me out

Banded and shy,

Brute, fragile, brightened, dimmed fuckall lost with no ideas in the rhythmical ends..

She said to begin inhaling the moon

Just waiting for the cue

Queue glory

One moment, hold on.

Ah, the fire burns

And the liquid cools

The drums they echo

And the voices they soothe

The slapping of skin whacks among the rattles of rice

No deadintheden

Her trembles enticing the

hoarse whisper manifesting

In the thick of the pines..

 

 

Took a moment

The dwarf is distracting.. he sits so structurally flawed

His grappling stories boring

Pitched high in tune

Sinking on the moistening bark

He seeps a doubtless sigh

beneath the stars

He fluttered into the flame,

And the devil snarled from the sky

Out back

Throat exposed

There's a new likeness nearby

Yellow eyes arrive.

Author's Note

More than nonsense..

Reviews

[B-poet]

Very emphatic, eloquent, and revealing. I like the way it was written. Great piece. :)

[Jazmen]

Thank you for the kind words once again :)

[Beck Louise]

This is so strange, but in a good way! haha great job :)

[Jazmen]

haha god, I know.. I just revised it cuz it was getting off topic at the end. I shortened it and wrote new things in between the lines and ending. took out some things I should maybe elaborate more on in a different piece. ANYWAY, thanks for your review... your honesty about it being strange was appreciated. :) I suppose it helped me revise...

[Antonio Valentino]

cheeeez an rice, beans and gwockamole!

absolutely amazing

what a talent!

:)

[Jazmen]

hahaha thank you, your review here made me smile

[Antonio Valentino]

you're very welcome its an exquisite piece

:)

[Jazmen]

I just revised it quite a bit tonight, but I'm glad you liked it the original way!

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

ok, glad I'm reading this comment..will look fwd to re-reading this with that info in mind..yeah it was powerful before..

[Antonio Valentino]

very nicely done... it continues to cure even better with age and your refinements.. there is a classical fancy going on here.. kind of a cross between all things primal and fabled.. each word thought taking one around new bends of perception and bemused obscurity like the missing breath of a blind dream, lost in its own saga.. very impressive :)

[Jazmen]

I'm really glad you liked it and have all these compliments to say! Thank you for taking the time to read and respond, You've got my confidence boosted, indeed

[Antonio Valentino]

you're very welcome.. :)