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THE CULT OF BATHORY MOTHER: THE COUNTESS PART 3


   “In this world or the other,
   We will instill fear with our order.
   In truth and shadow we exist
   By the blood of the Mother.”


Trapped inside with the succubus sisters,
They look inside my soul.
Bare witness to my dark temptations,
Make me howl without
As I sink into the hole.

Tears, they fall like pouring salivations,
Cannot contain myself.
With this cult a Transylvanian witches,
Caressing flesh and sucking
My soul into Hell.

   “Ponder onto this mortal,
   She can see you from the portal.
   Her face draped in eclipse
   The Mother of godless splendors,
   Beckons you with ruby lips.”

In deep ecstasy, there comes eyes inside
The wrought iron mirror.
Taloned fingers tease the flesh,
Puncture the skin while alive
And rip me with bloodlust fever.

   “Ponder this, you are mortal,
   You will never pass through the portal
   To be graced by ruby lips.
   The Mother of godless splendors
   Binds you forever in eclipse.”

Inside this limbo
I can see a Queen
That is draped in red.
My heart it trembles,
Look upon the Queen,
Her eyes wreathed in red.
Moaning soft and sighs,
My soul starts to scream,
My body is bled.
Between laughs and cries,
Spirit of the Queen
Rips my soul to shreds.

I send my cries to Heaven’s cultures
By way of Her necromantic tortures!

Under the clouds and through the years,
In secret they have endured.
To the Crimson Queen they have prayed,
And in the bath awashed,
Under blood they remain pure.

Centuries have passed, numbers have amassed
In blood, long to smother.
Her name lives on in frenzied hearts.
Beneath her watchful gaze
Live The Cult of Bathory Mother.

      “Ponder onto this mortals,
   She can see you from the portals.
   Her face draped in eclipse.
   The Mother of godless splendors
   Beckons you with ruby lips.”   

This concludes my Dani Filth tribute. I hope you enjoyed it.

Gazer's deer

Stepping into spirals    
of archaic    
anarchy    
well in a well    
soul drifts to immortal    
echoes of caved heart    
waiting to be mused    
as i inhale your innocent scent    
injuring assurances like    
the orange light    
of holy painter's moth    
i peel the reeled    
peached air    
far away from a    
child's cry    
stinging the glittering    
cranberries    
deeply cutting the skin maps    
petals dissolving the golden    
evergreen gravel grasses    
of october fields    
to feed    
the unfetched sun  
clean as fresh wooden box  
bitter as blue bird
rarely resting to rub
its voice

oh love    
   
will you borrow the    
slited pains rusting red,    
from reaping    
razor .

(Sonnet 129 is generally regarded a quite different from all the other 153 Shakespeare sonnets)

Homage to No. 129

The foul destroyer of love is deceit
The lies, the hides, the smiles that break the trust
All founded on that despicable conceit
That treachery is but natural lust.
So easy for a man to be taken
By eyes, by mouth and by body posture
No thoughts of love let desire be shaken
For libido of itself is so sure.
No calculation of the hurt is made
Only those rash moments of want do count
When he from sure constancy has strayed
And fails the fatal allure to surmount.
Every man knows what he is risking
But few can resist the thrill of taking.

beautiful.. thank you all so much

I'll give you one guess..

if someone says
my pen defines me
they were right

i can count
on one hand
how many people
i love
(and both if
were counting the
ones that i've loved)

they say simple things
amuse simple people
well
i'm amused simply
by that look in her eye

tells me that
the night is still young
for a slighty bearded man
like me.

whiskey born
and the bottles
almost empty

and i'm ready for
round two
it's startin to rain
but the sun stayed
just long enough
to see sober in a new light

she rides me til morn'
then the hunger dies
but i can hear the
time clock and i'm a
desert away from punching in

all the same i
monovour my way to
the edge of the bed
oh faithful bourbon
just enough left to walk tall
to the truck

i look back as i'm
creating a dust storm
that's one more woman
that i've loved ....

i can still count the
number of people that
i've loved on one hand.

("oh fuck me!"
i think i may have pulled this off if so
I"m fucking you again tonight Hemi!! lol yes. )

From the first time I ever read poetry or thought poetically I've been trying to be Poe
I wrote this when I was 18



Ecarlate Lune


I walk the streets most times at night
Through the limpid pools of light
Trees cast veins upon my face.
Night,
Is such a silent place.

All the better so to hear demons whisper in my ear
Chuckle dryly on my face,
As my thoughts keep even pace.
Phantom shadows dart and wheel
And my soul does cease to feel,
Part and portion
Shard and seam
Of my mortal mirrors gleam

Damned is my soul to all possession
To attend the nights confession
For morality knows not in all the things it does confide;
To the voyeur of humanity
The bed of all profanity,
The witness to the very dawn of time and still before

The moon casts out its ghost
To bewitch its grateful host
And to fill the lonely shadows with it’s sinuous demise.
Then the first bedeviled spheres
Prelude a death of countless tears,
But the legions take no heed of all the carnage as they fall,
To instil themselves upon us
To make graveyards of us all,
But my solitary grieving seeks to end the suicide.

So again on through the night,
Amid the pools of limpid light.
Trees cast veins upon my face
Once again, a silent place
But for demons in my ear
Phantom shadows here and there
With their dark insensate yawnings that are harbored just from sight.

A final time on through the night
Through the night until the light
Dawns its shades upon the ground
And the life in me
Is found

what's her name?

i once had this dog
i mean it wasn't
my dog
it
was just
this bitch that
kept following me
around
but i finally
got rid of
her

Written by caxton; and published in this competition with the poet's permission.


you used to whistle it

i did tricks for you
that you didn't know possible  
rescued you from the well
more than once Timmy

i would have followed your ass
to the end of world
then i got a good whiff
God, you're full of shit  



Postscript: Not only did I want to echo caxton's raw succinct style for this challenge; but this old wolf had to slip on a Red Hood and stilettos.

Cold Summer: 2013
 
It was a cold mid-July morning--
sixty-five degrees Fahrenheit;
I was about to leave the house
when a sparrow dived,
and messed up
my car window with
its unholy shit…
“Don’t leave yet…
I need a fucking
drink,” the sparrow spoke
to me,
sitting on the
ledge
of my car door.
“Don’t you remember
me?
I’m Charles…
upon my death
my spirit was in limbo,
until the gods put me
into this
house sparrow.”
Fuck you Charles,
don’t mess with me!
“I came to warn you,
not to live the life I did.
I could see brighter days
ahead of you…”
Feeling goose bumps now
while hearing the last words,
because those were the exact words
Charles told me before he died.
A toast is in order:
to cold summer…
to brighter days ahead,
and to your death!
I shot the sparrow
to give my beloved poet
well deserved
eternal rest…


(Inspired by: Bukowski's Cold Summer and As The Sparrow)

I just want to share this with you guys...

"a quick rip through johnrot's kicks"



i felt horrible
rearranging the jawbone
of bruce springsteen
but me and p smith
are all fucked up
playing mr. clean

yeah yeah yeah
the night and lovers
but last night left me
like the whore before it

time to hogtie these combat boots
to the bloody stumps of my truth
and walk it off with flare

while whistling taps
in the back of a train car
and playing possum
in the tarpits

"more of an ode, than an image
of Aish"


your splintered lux
stabs with shaped satin
softening the angles
off murder

make me call it sacrifice

a coward holds the highest sword
in the world where your hero's wind
words the fool's lute

mark for me in chalk
the backs of which observers
deserve split seams in pockets
or which ones seem to need
divine intervention

spell with me this moon
that made the nomad
form the fourth letter to god

breathe life with me
into the disease
that breeds along the spiral's edge

let's pretend that we don't know
that we don't exist
and let us cement
this treason of being
with the shards
you've undressed

"fuck hemi"



some simple sounding
but hits beyond home
opening lines
that seem easy enough
to make
unless you make 'em yourself

and then you would scratch your head
if you thought about it
but you won't
'cos by this time
the chest hair of my elephant gun
has arm wrestled your reason

and of course some sweat
hard learned lessons
and sailing on the seas
of universally dripped panties

will be sprinkled in

like calloused etiquette
however the fuck I want

A link to the tantalizing storyteller Lookawaynow and her "Damn Him" series:

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/90262-dam-him/

A link to my first humble attempt to add to the series.  This was written for an Endless Competition with the writer's permission:

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/109131-damn-him-and-his-pint-too/

My newest chapter for the Lookawaynow series, "Damn Him", submitted for this competition:  

Damn Him ... And the popcorn too!

I accepted a last minute invitation 
from some girlfriends at work
They were both cinema fans
One a would be actress 

It seems they went to these rooftop screenings all about 
town and insisted that I come 
We were standing in the queue to enter the Bussey Building

Standing there we chatted about the usual
Idiot clients who pulled the strings of idiot bosses 
who pulled our strings
We laughed, somehow finding the marionette show murderously funny 

As I turned about to get a sense of just how many people 
would be making their way to the roof  
I saw him 
He was in the queue with his wife 
Chatting her up
Whispering in her ear 
Making her laugh 

Damn him! 

And just as I was about to turn away he looked up,
Saw me and winked 
Not tonight you won't I thought to myself
There were all these people here 
They were my Kevlar armor, surrounding me 

I was at the bar buying the next round for the girls,
the movie already running 
when I felt his hardened flesh brush against me 
I immediately knew it was him
And I was murderously relieved 

Damn him!

Without a word he lead me by the hand as if he were my date 
Bloody hell

We were approaching a small brick building at the back of the roof
We made our way round back
He slipped some bloke a few quid and we ascended to a roof above the roof 
He led me across and we were now watching the crowd watching the screen
Everyone was wearing wireless headsets 
So my screams for mercy would go unanswered 

Damn him! 

I gripped the railing in front of me for what I hoped was to come
My knickers already tossed to the ground 
and skirt pulled above my waist 
He started spanking my bum 
Each strike more delirious than the last 

Slipping his middle fingers inside from behind 
I tried to tell my myself not to enjoy this so much

Why not? 

On the screen a woman was being assaulted like I was
And loving it
Like I was 
This only quickened my hips and the thrust of his hand
He orchestrated my body to rhythms only he knew
 
Hundreds were watching her 
But hearing the echoes of my delirium 

I was squirting now
The kaleidoscope of colours from the screen
made the pool of juices glisten off my ankles and shoes

Damn him! 

Pulling his fingers out he made me 
taste my own treats 
All the while positioning himself behind me
Mounting me

A collective gasp from the crowd below

He was pounding me mercilessly 
I could barely keep my balance against the rail 
Afraid it would give way to him as easily as I did 

I shook the rail violently as he climaxed 
The sounds syncopated to a car chase being played out in front of us 

He stuck his fingers in me again
Taking them out quickly
 I could see traces of him
And me dripping 
Gentleman that he is, he served me first 
I sucked the lollipop clean 

He returned his fingers to me again 
This time serving himself

With that we proceeded to leave the roof's roof
I went to pick up my knickers 
But then he snatched them from my hand 

This belongs to me, he purred
Part question, but more declaration 

Yes, my obligatory reply, whispered

Then everyone should know, he coyly smiled
Just out of eyesight and
With a flick of his wrist
He threw it over our perch to the crowd below 
 
Damn him! 




Again many thanks to Lookawaynow for allowing me to borrow such vivid characters for my own writer's release

Wow thank you so much

I love it