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.

[David Scott]

You never disappoint. References to Biblical theology and a vivid warning to all. Asks the question who is doing the damning...is it just the "damned" light? (did you mean to say "the pigs opens"?). Only problem I saw.
Be well!

[Muse]

typo yes will fix it. There was some biblical theology...but I expected few to see it and appreciate it.

[David Scott]

I may not see everything, but I usually get down past the surface. I loved how you openly attacked "light" because it is truly the bane of the "damned". Peeling flesh may sound terrifying, but that is a kindes compared to the searing pain of complete illumination. I think few will actually get your genius...

[Muse]

I wrote another poem sometime back about this sort of thing. Titled it Death's Memento Mori, it was actually about dream I had as a teenager...put a current spin on it of course. Difference being...it was about the consequence of disbelief. This poem, like you said here, is about the consequence of being parted from light for all eternity.

[Baby Ricochet]

Picking, peeling apart the flesh of forgotton dreams. Oh that is just.... MMMM. Loved it.

[Muse]

as always..thanks baby.

[Mark]

Evil is calm... picking, peeling apart the flesh of forgotten dreams...

Ethereal and frightening. Sounds without sight. A great read.

[Muse]

Glad you enjoyed my wickedness. Taking count...are you a good Jedi....or a bad Jedi? lol

[Mark]

I'm just an old Jedi trying to keep his light sword in batteries. :)

[Art]

well ...Damned...you do have a dark streak in ya...and here I thought you were kidding...all the more to create these hellish ideas ...poetic nightmare on the loose...nice work M...

[Muse]

Careful Art...you might get lost to the dark side.

Darth Vador laughing behind you....

[Art]

the Force is with me....I can't be turned...

[Muse]

oooh...but I'm not finished with you. Get over here Lily...need some of your smelly fairy dust!

[Art]

you see...I've already been through the dark side...

[Muse]

Then I can use you as my private mole. Just pretend to be bad. :D

[Art]

I can try but I don't think I can convince anyone...ha ha...

[Muse]

let me see your best frown..ha ha ha...you are right...not convinced.

[Lily Mae]

I tried my fairy dust on Art already..he is immune with his new Darth cloak 2000....lol

[Lily Mae]

I tried my fairy dust on Art already..he is immune with his new Darth cloak 2000....lol

[Muse]

but he keeps on visiting..ha ha ha....so I think he's in denial. Much love Art. You are light...never part. :D

[Lily Mae]

Well to truly be of the light you have to embrace that dark night of the soul as I say...xo

[Lily Mae]

I go missing for a bit and you go all wilder on me ;) "
Etiquette has the pigs opens wide,
consuming all that forgot to wear the settlement."
This really gets me with what I've experienced with people lately..
I love the fact that you allow me to walk on the dark side of my own thoughts
as I read you...because to be honest....we don't look there often enough..
To much fairy dust up my a*s ;) lmao Love it xoxoxo

[Muse]

Omg you are too funny. Your fairy dust can be found where the sun doesn't shine. That's what makes you perfectly real..honest...and sublime!

[Lily Mae]

I think we are a perfect pair lmao..xoxo

[Muse]

Need your help in converting Art. :P

[SkinlessFrank]

reminds me that the softest part of us is to be found somewhere inside....if i could close my eyes as i read this, i would feel the teeth plunging though

[Muse]

I think that's why I like the macabre sort of writes. Humanity is not being real unless we show our frailties. What some perceive as gore...is actually the core of what makes us feel. We are soul...skin of many colors...yet we all share pain and breakable bones.

[roarke]

why am I hungry after reading this? Think I'll go disembowel some Ramen noodles.
Graphic, heavy, Caligula-esque, Poe on crack..... but nice.

Still got that edge... who is it? pretty HATE machine....a bit too lusciously organic for a machine....

[Muse]

Put some pepper on that. :D

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Certainly a perfect poem for the up coming holiday... you could tell that around a camp fire and scare the hell out of everyone.

[Muse]

According to Roarke it just worked up and appetite? lol

[Pax Analog]

Gee, that's swell! Nothin' like a deliciously wicked serving up of the underworld. Love the madly grotesque accompanying image. And the NIN music. Mute shrieks attend the horrific truth of lying souls found out in a just nightmare of reckoning.

[Muse]

Reckoning is served my dear.

[Muse]

Eeeeeeeh, captivating one dear..... almost you whisper to us, with this write. It's hypnotizing, moving, and taking my head almost into the screen, by telling it stap by stap, shrewd and clever. Oh how do I love the NIN music too you picked out! It was for me if I was watching a very good scary movie, and I'm a real critic on those. You have so much talent to write dark poetry! dark queen of art in the cafe, I agree with Lorry, I'm going to hide too!!! ha ha :D xo

[Muse]

just don't try to message me with the worry to save me from myself. lol...got enough of those the past few weeks. It's inspired by the fun of Halloween...this darkness will eventually pass. :)

I won't lol, I know it shall never pass ha ha :D and I know you will be satisfied with that, and you're needed here to write and give us some real good dark writes. You're brilliant! that's why we all come back to read... eccentric is my kind...

[Muse]

I really just wanted an excuse to play an evil NIN song. lol

You and NIN match! I like that....