Author: poetryfest

9/1 a thesis on thirst
Ambiguous in my apathy
Industrial cathedrals summon the ethereal
Sacrificing the children of the molten cross
We waste away in gods jaws

Genderless genocide keeps those who dare blind
The hooded martyrs indulge in masochistic mechanisms
Vomiting forth the remains of religion
Bathing in the septic stench of salvation
Our fingers plunge into loves throat searching for numbness

Cannibal cardinals preach hedonistic sermons
Begging to be released of their burdens
We seek what we can never find
Left to bleed for a material shrine
Eat your fill of the gutters grime

Hell is for the heroes
In fields of fire we are all zeroes
The wicked will of man has slipped its leash
Unfettered and unbound
We burned what we found

Through gods hateful eyes I look down on packs of rabid mongrels of men
Their orgies blessed by the blood of innocent
You adopted the empty stare to protect yourself
From the horrors of a mirror

Peeling back the dead skin of the sky
Curious as to what you will find
Salvation lives across a serrated sun
Just out of reach as we die

The front door peels wide setting in motion its foul display
A ravenousness beast upon return from terrorising the night
Dance chandelier
unsuspend yourself from ceiling
dance in the howl
loosen your pointed crystal fragments in such interference
drop upon the creature’s skull below
oh…but a bare miss
The terrified monster arrows the eyes
I’ll fucking kill you… I’ll do it
An absent mother awakes from upstairs
The cunning cat-self alert to thrilling suspicions of something exciting
It sharpens claws against the bedframe
Joins in the sport of murderous possibilities
The monster whimpers at sight of its wife
I need you Lel,
I need you Lel,
Lel, I need you
It tightens the wet suede jacket against dripping skin
Soaked from hellish uncertainties and
a diminishing appetite to drown the neighbour in a pool

A sleeping child awakens and creeps to the ballistite
She overlooks the ordeal
Petrified by the creature orchestrating her nightmare

Daddy?
Are you okay?
but there is no daddy here; eaten whole
He fucking pushed me in the pool Lel
I took the asshole in with me
The child grips the round edges of two railings
peers through a gap with one salted eye
Daddy?
But all traces of the father-figure are gone
I kept his head under… just kept it under

With such a horrifying confession
the child withdraws to her bedroom and cloaks herself
in a snake suit
delivered by foul creatures in other sunken dreams
It slithers across the walls for a closer view of daddy remanence
encapsulated in the almost murderous
Lel, my suede jacket, he ruined my father’s fucking jacket
The cat-mother hunts a chest under the staircase
kneading the items between its paws
Retrieves a silk that it wraps around the husband’s waist
cocooning him for an unlikely redemption
to an almost drowning of a neighbour
an almost death
over a suede jacket

The poisonous child scales the roof unseen
intending to sink its teeth into the daddy imposter and draw out her real father
Crack chandelier snaps the tail

It chimes, swings and snaps
releasing an ungodly effect of surging pointed fragments
Decadent shards attack the mother’s cat eyes rendering it blind
Stab the cat claws diminishing its skill to scratch any ludicrous ego
Silly kitty…Silly kitty hisses the child
And as for the ravenous beast whilst his wife meets her end
Why, he is cradling the suede jacket and whimpering
insensible to the crystals slicing at its swollen tongue
Lel
it garbles
pointed vessels lunge at the bolding head
protrude from the skull
Le
e
l
and it is dead

The girl slithers across the stained tiles to bath in crystal blood
Removes the white silk and tosses it away
With such wickedness
she releases her jagged teeth
to bite deep into the monster’s chest
Wrapping its mouth over the heart
She shrieks I will free you daddy
The reptile withdraws splitting heart from flesh
allowing blood droplets to drip upon the suede jacket
The creature sinks into the night with the heart swallowed whole
bloated gut
towards the neighbour’s backyard

Remanence of party goers paralysed by the presence
of another wild creature

The full moon casts particular attention over the pool
as the snake slides over the edge and into the water
to be rocked in a paternal embrace
Daddy? The snake-girl whispers
revealing her face from the snake suit
You lost your heart
I fetched it back for you

The daughter regurgitates her snack
offers the heart to a shadow below the surface
She hears his true voice
Forgive me my darling
Forgive me and allow me to be your daddy again
a bright red flow with the moonlight to the beat of
lub dub lub dub lub dub
Yes daddy, but of course you can
The shadow lightens and the child adjusts its snake suit
covering weeping brown eyes and
leaving the father alone in the pool to drown wonderfully whole
in his suede jacket

The front door peels wide setting in motion the snake-like girl
who is oblivious to the foul odour of the night

without fear
barely cares
shedding snakeskin
Sleep awaits

The trees shook and trembled
Dropping their winter coats in fear
Snow, now new mountains on the ground, create a wall
It melts
The water singeing as it touched the fallen star
Red and angry

Brown elsewhere
In that it’s like an eye
And maybe it is
The eye of God, or a God, or an Angel, or even a being we do not know of
But it must be an eye of something past the stars
Something that has the right to dictate fate
The crimson of the two young, known simply as
Cub and Kit,
Looks more related to the burning eye than to the bear and rabbit from where they came

The two
Separated and opposite
The eye in the middle to keep watch
The bear first to look at the sky
Ideas of night and day
-Irrelevant-

Screams to the cosmos

“Why!? Oh gracious evil universe!
Why have you done this to I, great Ursa Major!?
You have taken your own cub, the small Ursa Minor!
Great and ferocious was the fate!
Why!?”

The mother rabbit
Quiet as she was with all things
Thought in her head

“Oh cruel and unfair sky
I thank you for this moment of mercy
For giving such a fate to
My kit
The small suffer destinies much worse
I worship you for making it quick and painless”

Mother bear stares back at the eye
Mother rabbit runs away for mother bear
Is near

Crumble my bones
Dry out my lungs
Force moisture from my eyes
Make me scream before my demise

Take who I love
Take who I hate
Take the only joy
And make me gasp for air at their wake

Make it hurt to breathe
Make it hard to stand
Make me look in the mirror and not remember who I am

Make the night when I thrive
But also when I try to die
Make the day when I’m gone
But also when my mind has no tone

Give me peace when it’s vile
Give me agony when watching the golden sun dial

Teach me to find home in blood
And teach me to find fear in love

Make it hurt.

Pour your love into the lies you speak,
let it drip slow,
a ritual of normalcy
Brought in a cup of muddy secrecy,
I’ll drink it down anyway,
choking on the sweetness
you use to bury the poison.
Your words
a rhythm i can’t follow,
a gospel of maybe.
I press my palms to the sound,
searching for the pulse of truth,
but all I feel is blurriness and confusion.
How am I supposed to know
if your touch is salvation or sin?
You leave me trembling,
praying to gods,
I don’t believe in anymore.
am I dying or achieving enlightenment
in your religious faith.

Who dare ring the bell for safe haven
On a night of winter’s first snow?

The world is silent, minus the beating of his heart.

The blood rushes, whooshing and pushing through his ears.

All is silent except for the sound
of pumping blood and fears.

“Ring”, yells the bell. There’s a loud knock on the door. Who could it be?

The postman always rings twice.
Yet, Zachary always rings thrice,
the bell so I know it is not he!

“Please help! Please help! Let me in!”
Cries the voice echoing in the void from
the Otherside.

Thick lies terror like smog in the air.
Breath begins to fail while ears can’t hear. Smells reminiscent of things most foul.
The terror, the terror as the bell rings. Adrenaline and a knock again.

So wide his fear it tears a slash through the skies of the black night.
A gash, a wound red, so red it resembles the Blood moon.

Loud, so loud, I could practically taste the flesh in my mouth. Cold and fresh, winter’s flesh, lost
under the moon, and to me, they wander ringing for help and they can’t help they don’t know
any better! A mere mortal far from a mystical one, a grin glides across my face. I hear it still with
my ear against the thick wooden door. I peek through and see him. My heart begins to race so
fast. The bell rings again, and faster this time. Louder now. I can’t wait to see my lover’s face.

The bell, it won’t stop. Ring, ring, ring, and it chimes reminiscent of grandfather’s cuckoo clock,
handmade Bavarian. Cared for and carved with technique so pristine. It is a skill set rare in this
day. Hands are not as patient as they once were.

Ring, ring, yells the bell. “Let me in, please!” This must be a dream.
The poor soul dare ring and knock on my door after I’ve waited too long now.

Sitting aloft a pile of pillows silky and soft, blackened with lace.
Camouflaged and transparent, I am sitting in silk like a spider I wait to spin!
I must spin and spin yet again as he rings and rings let me in let me in!

Until at once, at last, I open the door.
He is now within my web, within my hands, in my grasp, the ring of the bell has finally stopped
and the sounds all disappear. Mostly. He put up a fight as they always do.

All except the silent sound of horrors and whooshing, whooshing, blood-pumping fear.
Never is it too late to trap and devour although for him lateness came too quickly now I spin.
Weaving his fate all while he unknowing, a sorry soul, knocking on the wrong door, ringing the
wrong bell. I cannot wait to see my lover’s face.

For if his luck is bad then mine is great. Now he sits aloft with me alone on a pile of pillows,
hanging silken sheets, and velvet throws, and wrapped in tight he screams faintly with fright
wondering how ringing a bell could make his life hell. And this one is plump and filled with meat.
He will make a delectable treat for my Queen.

I answer the call of the bells
which ring to dispel
the bad ones.

My love who they call through
Chant and song to protect
The good ones.

A Silken Spider Queen
With fangs to haunt dreams
As poison gleams and glistens
Down pale skin, sinking deeper into him.
I watch her feast on his features in the darkest corner of the hall.
Venom ripples, blood in waves, and finally, it slows down.
Underneath the moon, the ground is frozen and full of ice.
Everything is frozen stuck
in time and in that one moment, I have to serve my lover, my Queen.

And once more the bell rings, and the cycle of nature is promising if you treat her right.
Who could it be?! Who could it be? A mistake they’ve made coming to my door and now they
will know fear intimately like never before.

With her belly full, and fangs oozing and dripping
the remains my Queen starts to laugh and she says,
“They will pray and plead and beg,
to live and to leave,
to tell the tales of my lair of silk
but instead, death becomes them.
Let us watch as death changes their shapes and shifts their faces.
Spinning limbs, on a whim I sit and I wait. Once more on a night of first snow.”

“Ring, ring, ring!” And there the bell goes

I’ll be my own worst enemy
Wandering aimlessly, untethered to destiny
Predator and pray, night and day
Left to rot in perfect decay
Unworthy of sacrifice, incapable of love
trapped between what’s below and above

I’m the monster in my own head.
Nothing more than the things unsaid
A beast , a burden, a curse and a blessing.
An undiscovered secret, deeply distressing

Dying at the hands of my own hunger
The product of disorder and malfunction
Living on the edge of total destruction

I’ll embody my demons, create my own reality
Untouched by god and Immune to gravity
An endless nightmare of ceaseless insanity

I’ll cut out my own cancers
I’ll purify this soul
I’ll find my own answers
And I’ll eat my guilt whole

Consume my insecurity, tell you I’m fine
I’ll edit my own genome and waste my own time

I’ll break the unwritten codes holding back the veil
I’ll become worthy of the air you exhale
More than a camacase set to derail

A ghost with no past, an eco with no future
A beautiful mask, a thrilling exhibition
A plotless story, an apparition.

A performance for your delusion
A haunted body holding the impending conclusion

Delicate and deceptive
Desperate and divisive.
I know what I am and you know what I’m not
I’ll weaponise my weakness, it’s all I’ve got.

Ruthless and relentless down to the bone
I’ll carve out the darkness, make this place my own
I’ll swallow the sins that I can’t atone.
Forever fragmented mind, isolated and alone.

Cut the narrative short
I’ll hunt myself for spor

Samuel rows smoothly as
Waves rock the boat.
His wife, Evangeline, rested
on the seat across from him.

Water laps at the wood
A puppy begging for treats.
It tries to tip Samuel as his wife
Fed the fish.

Tiny pieces of chum
Splash into the pond
Samuel gazes at his wife.
She looked heavenly laced in red

The splashes grew larger
The fish snap their jaws
Samuel rows smoothly as
Waves rock the boat

Sirens wailed out across the waves
As red and blue lights flashed
Such lovely screams,
They were just like his dear Evangeline’s

I wake up in cold sweat
icicles: my eyes now weapon
I must address these holes in my hand
address green puke on my chest
my head spinning uncontrollably
a blizzard came through
blew open my windows
I’m shivering, devouring everybody
who comes near
they tried warning me
tenderness was dangerous
you put your hand to his forehead
he puts his hand to your forehead
we’ve, now, at present, lost limbs
we put snow in the wound
we put wound in the snow
we remain hostile
talking in tongues
steam from our mouths
uncouth, unworthy
I am so tired
I just want to see the sun.