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,
Untiluntil the end of time.
From different worlds, his powers come
Briah, Yetzirah and Asiahwhere 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 m emory
Sealed tightclasping
In a darkened room
(In soul-vaults).
III: Ancient Scrolls
Endless mysteries
Of the spirits plight
Weave the inner twilight.
Unending sunsgloom!
Ancient dreams and scrolls.
IV: Sleeping Mind
In each sleeping mind,
Light can seldom find
The formless decay,
Of ones dragging worlds
To be left, behind;
For heavens melody,
Darkness lurks
As the mind hovers:
The strains seep out
Lo! Bend the vine:
Let the sunsets in, Awaken
(Alls 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 blacknesscul-de-sac.
38) C.A. Smith
The cypress blows over my grave:
Oh would I hide from you
Yet I writeall 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 my friends, 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
I f one lives with the god of hate,
High or low be he,
Such is his fate.
41) III: Talons
I will weave the pale shadows
(Time lost, time forgotten):
All into pallid brows
Onto the strangers 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: Satans Sidekicks
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 nightmar e visions,
With flames and smoke they leap.
They walk the earth alonethey 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 overnightoverheadready:
To be born (like a hammer of Thor).
I shall go forth! she hears:
And down the scarlet veil, hails
Triumph is in its roarthe storm:
Roads, men, levee and homes
Cliffs and bridges tossed about:
The untamable god has freed the clouds.
Continuation from the: Macabre Poems
45) Poes Legacy
If Poe hadnt have been born
Thered have been no rapping or tapping
(at least for a whileat my door?)
Nor would there had been morbid beauty
with depth and sin
That circles the globenor HPL and CAS.
What a mundane life (it would have been)
without the devils 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, stungI remain, by the fruitless trees
of horrorthen I 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 Octobers frost;
Now my form is cold
(As in trance Im snared)
Keeping heart and soul
With songs th readbare?
June 6 2004
47) Mystery of Mysteries
Were born alone, as shall we die
Looking at the hour of drifting
A Mystery of Mysteries!
We are pitifully helpless things.
The Watchmans guardian eye,
For Himit is not loneliness;
The drumming of the unguided
Lends allurementwith 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 were 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 o f 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 lovely Rosinina Tapi,
thus inspiring her kinsmen
to take her away from me.
They hence shut her upin 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 Rosinina Tapi.
And sad was I, to bury my dreams,
(such memories that had to be):
and under the moonbeams, my beautiful Rosinina Tapi
was buried within the Sacred Valley.
49) The Ancient Sharra
You that r est 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 equators rimthat doesnt 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) Satans 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.
< p>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 mans 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 Devils rose:
For she poured his devilish poisons, cold
And muttered on, to a new moon.
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 w eight, sealing his fate),
No light, no day, only binding chains.
Lost, forgotten in the sands 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 believeescalate 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 Rarakus rim of Rano Rarakus 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, d yingdead,
On the rim of Rano Raraku;
Watching, watchingthe stranger, Austrian, grim:
Thus comes the worlds sins;
As he witnesses the painthe horses message:
The God-King is not dead
The God-King is coming.
Inspired by my poet friend, Johannes [2004
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