Poets Society

[Mammon Iaho Dumah]

'If the illuminati exists then fucking kill all of them unless they want to give me power'

My kind of attitude.

Some poetry from my songs:

'I'm a sophisticated lady, now my pussy is dribbling.

'I have dominated this world with my pussy'

Are you really vaginally-endowed, Poundskin?

[Thiago]

Very scrappy, I always write drunk, I always drunk. Like now.

Sounds of changes
And I'm still the same
Artificial lights
Continue to call me

And in another time
Maybe I can be someone
And in another day
Maybe I'll find a way

Summer is over and I still here
Maybe I'm better off
Somehow I died
Only feelings of hopelessness

Salvation never came for me
Why God never spoke to me?

[FrankieStrange]

Super goth vampire poetry, yeah.



The Count

Held captive in your dark embrace,
piercing eyes and ashen face.

Press your icy lips against my own.
How your thirst for me has grown.

Part the tresses from my neck.

Sink yourself slowly into me.
With great lust, you drink deeply.

Satisfied with each divine sip,
my scarlet blood warms your lips.

[The She-Wolf]

An old item from my Museum Of Past Affections:

The Devotee

18 May 2011 01:59

I shall say your name
One thousand times
I could scream your name
One million times
Until it resounds all over
my stomach walls
All over my brain walls

Like a prayer to god

Fall with me, you said
And fall I did

[The Last Lonely Man]

"Love Is.."

Always Without the right words to say
Lacking a sense of empathy
Moving like a ghost before my eyes,
I fall without fail for the vision that set fire to the stars

[The Last Lonely Man]

"The Poet Speaks"
-----------------------

All you love is repaid with pain

The poet speaks
In a still, small voice
I am the servant,
This heart is true.

I call on thee;
For thee to heal me.
Of all human woe,
In the recess of the heart.

Guard over me,
If ever I need thee,
Into my deepest heart
And still the poet speaks.

[firebird]

I had already posted this ten years ago

A dialogue with planarians

You, who are small
You, who are simple
You, who have no brains
Tell me how to find peace of mind.

We don´t know how to find peace
We don´t know how to love
We just know how to live.

We´ve got a lot in common, you and I.
I am a leaf in the wind
I am a drop in the sea
I am a spark of the fire
I am a bird in the sky.

Life holds mysteries to me not yet explored,
Mechanics in my soul that should already work but sleep still
The functions of organic life I do know well, but all what´s more
What bothers peoples minds and hearts...

What bothers peoples minds and hearts?
What should bother anyone apart from living and survive?
What use is your thinking and concern
When it leads you so far away from all you only need?

What are the things I need, and what of all I want does really matter?
Won´t what I wish eat me up in the end?
I don´t know what makes me think instead of simply live like you.
A strange nature within my self struggles with the flame of life that only wants to burn
Somehow both pursue the same, but in different ways.

Increasing complexity leads to collapse
The building of your world is frail
We are plain and strong, but you will break down
The consciousness you all adore will be your end.

Everyone will end once,
I will, and so do you.
But what´s done in between?
My nature tells me what to do.
If there´s an urge in me driving me on more tortuous paths than you, I have to follow.

[psychosomatiKing]

it's been a while...



.pharos.

as if wracked with
some savage fever
I stand upon the bell
eyes ablaze with a fire
I just momentarily
remember
from an instance
that has passed
in several different ways
and they simply
need to pull the rope
to extinguish
any and all that might be burning
and so I shout in rage
wherefore art thou?
and so forth,
and why am I
not?
and so on...
there is no answer
of course
up here in the lighthouse

I was only ever meant
to be a warning to others



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[Lychfowel]

I've dusted off a couple of lyrics that I never used but which I found interesting to re-read, trying to figure out what was going on in my head. Obviously influenced by Mr. Stainthorpe, as always.

A LINGERING PROMISE

The cold body of the Christ
A stained shroud falling away
Tears from his followers
Rivulets running red
Perversion in system
Virtues painted a canvas
of the skin of the dead
Holy, holy, you make it holy
In the blood of the martyr
Sacred mystery
In the centuries to come
Misery endless

Engravers of tombs, callused hands working
To forge an epitaph worthy of forever
Yet silent is he who rose from the darkness
and spoke not a word anymore
His promise does linger
In their pointed fingers
Believe or burn

What seeds are sown in the dreams of the children?

Driven to insanity
On the brink of humanity
Here, on the edge
Knives shall be unsheathed
Here, at the end
Self-fulfilling prophecies
In the custody of soulless men
To death, to death
Break every last godless bone
The gods are coming
Home

MY BLOOD, YOUR HANDS

So be it. A whore and enemy.
Contemptuous and without empathy.
I have walked on hallowed ground.
And the soil remained soil.
No matter the blessings cast upon the dirt.
Bones remain bones, no water makes them glow.
No idiot's choice of words can summon a halo.
So be it. The world is dying.
Humanity rapes itself.
Systematized imagination. Indoctrination.
And as always, the children must suffer.
Viral insanity, salvation.
The pit where ignorance breeds
and violates the bodies of those who
could have been
They could have been

In this dark hour on Earth
I lose my sleep
A whimpering messiah
with blood on his hands
Celebrate life
In spite of you

[firebird]

Still my anger growls within my throat
Still my mouth is filled with sharks´ teeth

I do not want to whisper when I like to scream
I do not want to sit down when I like to run
I do not want to smile when I like to bite
I do not want to love when I like to hate

I want the storm, the night, the dark, the solitude
I want to fly but my wings are broken

[joker1961]

its a great post...

[firebird]

I found some writings in my computer´s depths and before they keep rotting silently into oblivion I could post the first one (if I already had posted them all many years ago I´m sorry but I do not know anymore).

I have walked the ocean. I stood on the egde of the ridge and have seen the darkest abyss. I went down into the deepest chasm where radiant flames lightened my path and the songs of the sirens reached my ears from high above. I have seen the great old who was dreaming of ancient times when all waters were his reign. I saw the twisted one who tried to lure me into her deadly embrace with thousand voiceless whispers. And I met the most dangerous of all, whose all interweaving mind I made a narrow escape and who is seeking me and ever will until he has found me, and nobody has ever escaped him and never will. His huge shadow hangs over me until the day I will have to face him.

[The Last Lonely Man]

Lyrics I provided for UK Black Metal band Funeral Throne, for their (at the time, instrumental) track "Vessel". (as featured on their 2015 album "Threshold")

"Vessel"

Into the sleeping mass I set forth
Pale rain over dwindling labours
A branded forehead
That binds in every form of death
With every glance the globe of genesis is mine
Strength beneath my life
The sign is here for the second coming

Of Shades and symbols
And guilts we renounce

Obey and ride with us through the mire
All works of the void united in blood
In the beginning was the glorious fire
The burning cipher
Accept this touch of darkness
And rejoice in the grip of evil

We will not
Bow to the lesser
We are not
Bound to your fate
We show not
Fear of your jagged tongues
The descended rise
And shall remain deathless

Phosphorus
Shine through my wounds
Turn your back on the burning world
This vessel
Your light

Through the bowels of the dying whore
The red dawn is silent
And Passing through

"Blessed are the hands that mold my ashes
Into the bricks of the final temple
Blessed are the hands that hold me under
For they are those that pull me out again."