DAMNED

DAMNED

A Poem by Muse

       

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.

 

 


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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.

                                             

© 2014 Muse


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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.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Muse

9 Years Ago

I searched both artist. I like them both, Odilon Redon especially. My inspiration was a bit darker t.. read more



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So how was halloween?

Posted 11 Years Ago


Muse

11 Years Ago

just prepping for it..lol..don't know if I can go much darker than this.
I so love this :) A dark piece at the right time of year, what a buzz! lol
Great song too...this is awesome, intelligently written, goosebumps time :)
xoxo

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What an ending! (And have I ever told you that NIN is my favorite group? :P Just sayin'.) I think Trent himself would be enamored by this one. It's very moving the way you've constructed this series of cut-throat observation with grim and seething imagery. This part is fantastic:

Picking, peeling apart, the flesh of forgotten dreams.
A piracy of ruins; filled
with laughing skulls that cannot scream!

Really liked that. Also, 'only the purged gets buried without a face.' That's fantastic and brimming all of itself. So delighted to read your words every time I stop by your corner, you enlighten and fascinate me, miss poet. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

My dad use to tell me. He was damn before he was started. A Mexican/Ojibwa man in a white man world. This is good poetry for thought. Took reader to many places. No weakness in the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Muse

11 Years Ago

thank you...
Hi Muse, Not seen much from you recently. Very black and deep. Evil ravaging unabaited and without remorse. Loved the stanza
'Picking, peeling apart, the flesh of forgotten dreams
A piracy of ruins; filled
with laughing skulls that cannot scream!' belter of a passage!!!!




Posted 11 Years Ago


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Pax
I'm speechless.... all i can say is : "an extreme level of higher darkness in a poem".... well done!!!


Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful Simply beautiful! I like the flow of the poem, the eeriness, the magic underfoot!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very very feral , very intriguing ... many times we all feel the need to welcome darkness' embrace-
I do enjoy your poetry so very much Muse ~

Chloe


Posted 11 Years Ago


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~ hahahaha... oh, how i love this... fabulous opening with the "circus" reference... "to ripen the accused" is amazing imagery and insightful... "evil is calm"... oh yes, it is... brilliantly said... three words and BOOM...

"No sound of a beating heart. Only
confusing words spoken from the book,
of a darker art. "

~ wonderfully poetic... "laughing skulls that cannot scream" is oh so brilliantly horrific... i love "the high court below"... hahahaha... you said it... that's what it is... brilliant use of the word "dissolved" and the phrase "bottomless bowl"... excellent alliteration there too... "attending devils" indeed... and then is my favourite part... about "etiquette"... oh, you nailed it... this was super fun... hahahahaha... i can't stop laughing... i love, love, love this post... and no... no wicked one wrote it... the one who wrote it can see the wickedness that everyone hides in the dumbest of ways... hahahaha... you expose them well... sweet girl... i can see that they amuse the muse in you... stunning work... my eyes popped out and are doing a little dance in the air... :P

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Muse

11 Years Ago

Thank you serah...there is a moral message deep beneath the surface of all of this. So glad that yo.. read more
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11 Years Ago

~ you're very welcome... i just loved the way you wrote this piece... it's definitely one of my favo.. read more
Intense and vivid...maybe it's just me but the form gives it the look of a passage from some long-lost book of dark chronicles if that makes any sense...anyways, great work^^

Posted 11 Years Ago



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