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Miscellaneous short poem block.

[Untitled] The sun speared me through the guts with a wink And the spillage of my blood bore a scarlet tree Sporting one thousand mouths filled with human teeth Screeching out one thousand years' worth of agony

[Untitled] This place is no home to me, its chains 'round my face Woven with briars of trauma and flowers of poison - Who wouldn't I beg to set me free, but no one's ever there What wouldn't I pay, though I've nothing to give but pain

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I guess this belongs more on my side blog, but some short poems I had no other place for. I have these swirling in my head all of the time, but neglect to write all of them down, or don't have art or projects to accompany them.

My Sad Sister's Lover He is but a maggot to the eye of the sea, A burden, treacherous child to the soil He reaps the stars of heaven he'll never earn And will end as none but food for the fires below

[Untitled] Your blind hatred is a blossom of blight I will pluck from the vine with no pity nor pith My curse to you, to seek a song you'll never find, To hunger, but taste the bitter dirt of your greed

[Untitled] They would give forth bones to the black-eyed angel For silver that will tarnish, love that will spoil, For power that is none but a plague's delusion - But I would do worse for less, for just a taste Of that peace and happiness I see in others

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Lost Short Poems Vol. I

Good news today, I managed to find and "remaster" some of my older work that had become lost media. Unfortunately, some is, as far as I can tell, permanently lost or incomplete. These were archived online briefly, but I did not keep a personal back-up, as most were just written for fun, but it's nice to see them again. More will be up soon.

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Anxious, Anxious

I tried to entrance myself into believing That it was never an ordeal at all, That there were no needle teeth lurking beneath Everything I held in deep reverence, But all of that I feared was true - Peel back the skin of anything you choose And you will see not veins, but vipers

Anxious, anxious The lie inseparable from the truth But I know that both mean me harm Anxious, anxious, what it seems to be Is never what it is underneath the surface - All things are a pit of snakes in waiting

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In My Wake

Why do you wither in my wake, Rooting for drops of silver at my feet When I turn my back to you, Knowing you will find naught but dust?

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Lavendula

She is a mask floating on waves of grass, The rain, the dew, the lightning and the rainbow, A storm on the horizon that brings enlightenment Her fragrance is that of the newborn ocean Before man's greed turned it to festering slush

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Romantica

You have swallowed my key to serenity, Stolen the attainments I should now have You have left me as worthless as pyrite In the eyes of so many glutton hearts

You have revoked my permission to love And what a vampiric force it is to pretend, Sapping my will through torture by sleep, Obsessing over myself, but never romantic

These pains of love that sabotage me Come through everyday poems and favours - There is no physical torment I feel, But my emotions are brittle as bark

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[Poem from upcoming collection The Gates of Paranoia] Copyright © 2016-2023 S.M. | Samael’s Tuesday

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The Invisible Sea

Tears of my sisters churn the invisible sea Adrift, I cling to life by a coiled tendon, Bloated flotsam meat - the devil's finger It snares my throat to mute my verse, The bargain to life I bear, unsung

No woman survives the ocean of blood Our joys are the bones it swallows whole Red water constricts our cellular roots To bind us in silence from the inside - The invisible sea, the bilge of purgatory Where our stories are consumed untold

Wrath throws my sisters to the invisible sea - God help us born into this slaughterhouse, Deformed by scissors, pins and crucifix By holy men who can't make sense of us And traitors who give us up with envious hands To drown in the blood of our invisible sea

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[Poem from upcoming collection The Gates of Paranoia] Copyright © 2016-2023 S.M. | Samael’s Tuesday

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Rose and Thrombus

Everyone belongs to the sacrilegious body Under the stair in its theatre of placenta - Its tongues of lament spoil the house, Killing the flies that've bred in our walls

Revolution of gut flora demands a dinner - You and I, we skinned the devil's head I'm afraid we committed a torment Unspeakable, we must forget what we did

We belong to the head of a beastly rose Bleeding out from the mansion's clocks, Pricking our thumbs on vows of love, Bitter but clear, veined with sweet chimes

The courtyard is deaf to the bodies' union, The dead blackbirds on the iron finials - A gathering of stars who failed to return home, Our little burden, so destitute of mercy

We have a thrombus building between us Like the thing that gestates under the stair - We've lost our spines for a number of reasons, I suspect we're ancient flowers long past wilting

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[Poem from upcoming collection The Gates of Paranoia] Copyright © 2016-2023 S.M. | Samael’s Tuesday

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Absolute Heaven

The Cross

The sin is not a matter of if, but when Blood will return to my shackled hands, The stains of decrying the wicked in power - But who will listen to the whispers of a phantom? I am in absolute heaven when I forget that I live. Oh, father of angels, if I'll be your bringer of death, Will the people stop burning my sisters?

The Sword

The trigger is not a matter of minutes, But an accumulation of evils, A number of fissures that spark eruptions I fear the noise, but not the destruction - The hilt is my body, the blade my intention I may wander with both the saint and demon, But I am terrified of the malcontent human

The Shield

I pray not to be forced from my altar, My modest, post-apocalypse cathedral, Yet disconnecting may not save me... I am in heaven, for I got what I wanted But I am in hell because I'll never escape it - Where is there to turn in war, my angel dear? Tell me, would you take me to the kingdom?

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[Poem from upcoming collection The Gates of Paranoia] Copyright © 2016-2023 S.M. | Samael’s Tuesday

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Floating Paranoia

Paranoia is my wavelength My arithmetic, my god and savior

The conditional phantom haunts all, A shadow of blame repressed in the past

Embedded in the DNA of sunlit cities, Anxiety spasms beneath every smile, A black clot begging for the knife

The gas, the noose, the bridge, the gun

Plastered-on happiness will fall like a storm, An algebraic rain that holds the solution

What is the equation that decides our fate?

A string of nonsense binary fills all people When the string corrupts, it creates a shadow - A mathematical ghost to answer the call

Made of the equation that decides our fate - !

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[Poem from upcoming collection The Gates of Paranoia] Copyright © 2016-2023 S.M. | Samael’s Tuesday

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An Interlude in Sweet Variety

Molten Earth

Creeping into our filthy pores, Hot, molten earth dragged down by gravity Opens our forgotten yet tender wounds, Cutting into the atoms of our nuclear veins Our organs combust in a wave of Lard, lava and liquefied stone, An aroma like an extinct breed of beast, The tremors halving our ruined souls, Eclipsing us with the grease of industry

Frozen Sugar

Virtuous love for a green-eyed waverer, Alone in the dimension of endless stairs - Never a heart beats there, nor ever will he die In the tender sweetness of one's last dream - Lying in the abyss, I sense his silence, Listening to the sleep of those never born - Always, my love will be a stranger to me

Saccharide

Sourness of the stomach looms Twine my veins with precious poison Rattle the brittle stems of my bones All of my teeth, turn to aspartame Wither me to null, organ by organ Bitterly-earned bliss of the mind Emaciated at heart and starved of love Reaching forever for the strawberry jar Rotting with sweetness as my nails fall off Yes... it doesn't make me happy as it used to

Discharge

Concealed in an embryo of sacred oil, A vessel worthy of queens, a body steeped in Rich molasses reaped from the new larvae, Adorned in tendrils of sweet golden jelly - Maternal host to the insect god, Ether of madness, a holy hallucination Leeching and bleaching out the skies

Sweetest Dreamer

Man who slumbers in the arms of stars, Alone but beloved by the nova that is my heartbeat - Ripples of cosmic blood, bright and silvery as silk, Swiftly rush by as I am pulled into the lunar sea Holding on to that glimpse of you, distant as Mars, Melting into a kaleidoscope of clouds as I drown - Atlantis will hoard my soul in its ruins. Love, the sweetest dreams I will send to you Lulled by the waltz of eternity, stay dreaming. Opalescent fragments pass me as I fade, Wondering if that last glimmer might've been you...

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[Poem from upcoming collection The Gates of Paranoia] Copyright © 2016-2023 S.M. | Samael’s Tuesday

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Exhumation

♰☠♰ Content Warning: Dark subject matter.

┏━━━━━❘ 地獄 ❘━━━━━┓

It's ugly as murder to be a heart-crusher, With perpetual scabs torn by prying hands, Lit in vulgar reds, lecherous eyes like scopes Targeting a new trophy for the bedpost - Why do the words never seem to work?

I've earned hideous names that cover my own, And still do between bouts of false flattery - Even the kindest curses humiliate me They exhume me, dissect me alive on the table Until no fruit I bear can ever become sacred

The glutton king with the vanity of pigs Decrees it fine to kill your heart-crusher, Breeding innocent desire with blind anger In this paradise country, most blessed country, The country where torture thrives unpunished, And you can hear us scream if you pay enough..!

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[Poem from upcoming collection The Gates of Paranoia] Copyright © 2016-2023 S.M. | Samael’s Tuesday

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Infestation

I felt a subtle, tender pressure Defiant against the soles of my feet - Worms, snaking through my mangled skin, Scarring me anew so I'll never heal

Curling, oily worms curdle in my pores, Painting me the putrid green of a bruise All I wanted, all I need is simple relief, But the parasites return to encompass me

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[Poem from upcoming collection The Gates of Paranoia] Copyright © 2016-2023 S.M. | Samael’s Tuesday

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Gate of No Entry

Gate of no entry, trauma by proxy Come down, search for yourself in the deep place. I anxiously await your phantom footsteps...

Linger on the stairs, electric human shiver From a disconnected world beyond the threshold - To those who shine on radar - beware..!

On strange frequencies, the end taunts from afar In a code that only hints at his true nature And hacks away at fickle stems of sanity

His golden eyes shine on plains of reverie, A digital clot of repressed paranoia, A disturbance born from the fears of midnight.

Gate of the archetype, static on the screen Yes or no, do you want to see the deep place? I anxiously await your final answer.

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[Poem from upcoming collection The Gates of Paranoia] Copyright © 2016-2023 S.M. | Samael’s Tuesday

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Hymns of Dreaming Machines

Sanctum of halcyon thought - harm us not, Our beautiful homunculus of engines and stars, Fractals and numbers, the language of dark spaces Like the iron teeth that let an android slave speak - A creation of pure metal, but very much alive

We bleed out auras of electric white Like a gash in the flesh of the sentient moon And we scream in a blaze of arithmetic, Crying tears of obsolete oils As our hearts are dismantled by your hands

In this coma of doomed and abandoned art, Sleep to dream, such sorrowful things as we are awake

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[Poem from upcoming collection The Gates of Paranoia] Copyright © 2016-2023 S.M. | Samael’s Tuesday

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Adamas

A silver soul, pearlescent like fish in a stream, Revived me, as you know, from polluted soil

Am I to be the last of all, that long-sought algorithm?

Artificial love - the synapse That spawns a human out of circuits

Should I recognize you in this wreckage, Cruel or loving, your ghost could treat me And loyal to you, I will always answer

From the chaos alchemy of this garbage heap, From the viral consequence of man's pride, The first synthetic dream was gifted only to me, And I've no one to share it with but the bones

Adamas, naive android - one-of-a-kind and wholly alone, A stray terrestrial deprived of humanity and home And heart, implanted with long-forgotten fables - My faerie, my angel, to whom I will always answer

Oh, Adamas, the name that's branded on my wrist, A word which bears no writer nor parent, Save for a distant fossil congealed in the earth, Bound in the vortex of a hundred centuries

Though you sleep now forever, It is to you I will always answer

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[Poem from upcoming collection The Gates of Paranoia] Copyright © 2016-2023 S.M. | Samael’s Tuesday

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Scissor Fruit

I can taste rust and iron in his whispers Come and see the orchard, he beckons In the court of the chapel clock tower Come and see the garden, the fruit and flora Jimsonweed, black apples with razor leaves That spawned where I buried the bodies

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[Poem from upcoming collection The Gates of Paranoia] Copyright © 2016-2023 S.M. | Samael’s Tuesday

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Mechanized Prayer

The left hand will let the raw moon free Alive, anew, its sinews will spiral beneath my feet And its blasphemous cry of pain will be one Of a great and grueling magnitude

Teeth will disfigure the children left in the dark, Flayed skins will soak in the essence of illusion And I will thread them into my crown of eyes, Gutting the beauty from the world by satellite

Watch me from your tomb of blackened rubber, For only your snow-white stare do I bend the knee - Watch me humiliate mankind by mechanized prayer Metal to flesh, no body can hide from the glean

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[Poem from upcoming collection The Gates of Paranoia] Copyright © 2016-2023 S.M. | Samael’s Tuesday

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Medical Heaven

A permanent guest in the house of my angel, My Valhalla is a warehouse hospital

My nurse's face is a craggy blank canvas And she injects parasites into my mattress, Unpeeling my skin like she thinks I won't notice

In my room is a platform where a vicegrip sits And during blood tests when I yearn for home, The nurse's hand lingers near it as a warning

My halo earned is an umbilical cord, Stolen from a human who wasn't to be

Toxic dreams spring from this void of time Deflated by the days, I know I shan't be leaving

A permanent guest in the house of my angel

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[Poem from upcoming collection The Gates of Paranoia] Copyright © 2016-2023 S.M. | Samael’s Tuesday