DAMNED

       

The damned.

Light here, is a vexation and not allowed.

It waits....

for the malaise to ripen the accused;

becoming an accessory, within the jaws of suffering.

A judgement made marvelous by

the slow movements of  hell-fire

     and cirque du soleil.

 

 

 

 

 

Evil is calm.

All abiding to the spirits of ineffable marveling.

No sound of a beating heart. Only

confusing words spoken from the book,

of a darker art.

Picking, peeling apart, the flesh of forgotten dreams.

A piracy of ruins; filled

with laughing skulls that cannot scream!

 

   

The high court below

sampling every acquired soul.

Humanity

dissolved by the BEAST; leaving

the remnants of hope in a bottomless bowl. It's

quivering lip bites at another jowl. Attending devils,

just hackle and howl.

Etiquette has the pig open wide,

consuming all that forgot to wear the settlement.

Only the purged gets buried without a face.

There's no drop of grace......

no not a trace.

                                             

Author's Note

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

If you don't know Odilon Redon or George De Chirico you should do. Symbolism, Surrealism, all here but tied with something more A desperate but incredibly rich and darkly beautiful use of words that fit the darkest and yet most illuminating place. A startling poem.

[Muse]

I searched both artist. I like them both, Odilon Redon especially. My inspiration was a bit darker than that. The shadows...the mischievous monsters that hide in our hearts and minds. I wanted to tap into that, the fear of death, the fear of seeing hell in the flesh. I wanted the reader to feel uncomfortable. I wanted to venture into a forbidden world of misery.

[Suavis_Umbra]

"All abiding to the spirits of ineffable marveling." powerful indeed. it has a subtle rhythm which makes the poem even more scary , on the fact that the rhythm creeps on you only at the end! amazing use of words , truly you are a magician of words. Bravo XD XD XD XD

[Raminta]

This is great, real enjoy reading it. I personally love looking at the darker aspects of humanity, therefore I think it's simply brilliant.

[Blue Ivory]

"Only the purged gets buried without a face.
There's no drop of grace......
no not a trace."
I love how you played out the intensity and how you added dramatic effects making it look like a story. And once again, as I read your words, my mind was spinning!

Did you make that photo yourself?

[lee von cleef]

Stepping into the world of art.

[Rene Velez]

definitely in tune with our hallows eve, great imagery and use of words, awesome flow, dark and haunting...

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

this is awesome! it really does remind me of the fiery pits of hell and ghouls. you summarized and generalized the most gruesome of all things quite well here

[EMF]

Dark, wild, dangerous and intrinsicaly morale. Breathtaking work that frankly leaves your head spinning. Superb.

[Muse]

spinning head? :P

[EMF]

It's an Exorcist thing... or... you know that buzz you get when you meet someone who takes your breath away. When your head fills with Jelly. That sort of thing.

[R J Askew]

Reading you when you play this tune is like becoming familiar with a shy element of such dark weight it is not known on the periodic table.

Your words feel like a burning reflux of dark matter from a super-active black hole inside our souls, inside our souls.

The artifice you put into the appearance of your lines gives a visual disturbance which underscores their menance. It is as if you are privvy to forbidden knowledge. Your lines allow us to look through the dark lens within you that is your natural born gift. Thsough said lens you show us things we may not otherwise see. Some will see them more clearly than others.

I think the strongest lines are, 'Evil is calm'. Just three words, restrained and dignified and all the more potent because of said restraint. It is as if they words are so confident of their own power they do not need any further elaboration of embellishment. This confidence is chilling. The 'bottomless bowl' is a disturbing notion, suggesting, as it does, that there are greater depths await us within said black hole. The 'quivvering lip' is absolutely visual. We can't read that dab and fail to see said beasts lip a-quivver.

I also like the face/grace/trace dismount.

[Muse]

When writing this it did feel as if I was privy to sharing information from the underground. These minions want humanity to know that this place is real maybe? So they are now my Muse...scary I know. Who the hell knows where I come up with this stuff, it's the only explanation I have. Evil is calm...this was added later to the poem. I felt it was missing something. What makes evil so scary in my opinion is that it can be so CALM. This is why most people never see it coming. The music..cold industrialized music. If hell had a sound keeping beat with the screams..I imagine they would be playing music such as this. Thank you Ron..for digging deeper into my psyche.

[R J Askew]

There is a great great pic I will send you. Can't remember the artist, but it is in the Louvre in Paris. Title: Pandemonium, based on Milton's Paradise Lost.

[Muse]

funny you mentioned that, because I was thinking of using that pic, but couldn't find it on the internet, could not remember the name of writer. If you have it, I might even change my image used here.

[Eagle Cruagh]

You always leave me open mouthed, staring at the
wall trying and worrying what it was all about .

Do you give lessons ?

----- Eagle Cruagh

[Muse]

No lessons needed. I just write about nightmares...we all have them.

[Forest Green]

disconcerting collisions of reality and hypothetical damnation; will the two forever meet..?

a troubling, traumatic walk through the emotions of the caste aside, forever tortured for what...the question lingers.

well done...you go places not easily matched..