Submissions by ButcherScraps (Belial)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Mining some old work on my old profile. Just ignore me, please lol ~yours truly, Sonderninja
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Sep 2016 4:15pm
13th Sep 2016 4:15pm
Initiation
Blood in:
(we are)
daft in our groove,
a fresh cut flesh nut
stratosphere veins
for an ax past the facts
beyond the skin of perception-
our sleep away caves
are graved awake
to chords of light
through ancient rows
where I soak my cells
in the green serene
that
unblinking
eye~
an all-seeing dream
winks at the dogs
& worms our wrists
into one happy hominid
inbred lizard
pyramid scheme
{soaring}
from a brownskin
sugarplum tangerine
vitriol...
(we are)
daft in our groove,
a fresh cut flesh nut
stratosphere veins
for an ax past the facts
beyond the skin of perception-
our sleep away caves
are graved awake
to chords of light
through ancient rows
where I soak my cells
in the green serene
that
unblinking
eye~
an all-seeing dream
winks at the dogs
& worms our wrists
into one happy hominid
inbred lizard
pyramid scheme
{soaring}
from a brownskin
sugarplum tangerine
vitriol...
933 reads
0 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
12th Jun 2016 6:30am
12th Jun 2016 6:30am
Joe Chill
(or "Fucked Up as a Football Bat")
I kiss the mist &
listen for that highway hiss
while snorting a portal
to the chortle loose
& whoring to a dooring
where karmic floorings
rise suboxone skies.
All I need is a breed
in cement & resent
the weekend after the amber
of the fourth of July:
a net worth whet works by
a grind resigned to breathing powder
louder than crows
& half a loo
fills the kidney screws
where I'm black & blue & tried & true ...
I kiss the mist &
listen for that highway hiss
while snorting a portal
to the chortle loose
& whoring to a dooring
where karmic floorings
rise suboxone skies.
All I need is a breed
in cement & resent
the weekend after the amber
of the fourth of July:
a net worth whet works by
a grind resigned to breathing powder
louder than crows
& half a loo
fills the kidney screws
where I'm black & blue & tried & true ...
1220 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
28th May 2016 10:28pm
28th May 2016 10:28pm
Optimalogical Perceptitude
Damn ninja slicin' onions in the space between mine own damn eyes.
I slither for the tower with my mind tied to the listening post.
These are the discount days at home on the range-
a dirty slideways gibbering
jive turkey monk-ass fool
a-picklin' his ticklin' to naughty red riddles.
A-slingin' wings off a star-crossed flings
and shoggoth-shewn to the manse with many rooms
by shadowy, cavernous cackles of May,
clouds a-cracklin' o'er trial details
and stormwatch...
I slither for the tower with my mind tied to the listening post.
These are the discount days at home on the range-
a dirty slideways gibbering
jive turkey monk-ass fool
a-picklin' his ticklin' to naughty red riddles.
A-slingin' wings off a star-crossed flings
and shoggoth-shewn to the manse with many rooms
by shadowy, cavernous cackles of May,
clouds a-cracklin' o'er trial details
and stormwatch...
1040 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
25th Mar 2016 5:49am
25th Mar 2016 5:49am
Old Hand
Blue & blasphemous,
ubiquitous coil-
the Lights are on
and sometimes I’m home
(unlit cigarette
asleep between my fingers)
all caught-up on the cry
in my thistledown throat,
all sepia-tinged with
a crimson snake
like a skin.flick crouching
on mammal sin
couched within the eggs
of an hourglass gaze
a reptile-brained
wall of flesh
calls afield-
stripped vested nest,
my evergreen muse:
your jet-black...
ubiquitous coil-
the Lights are on
and sometimes I’m home
(unlit cigarette
asleep between my fingers)
all caught-up on the cry
in my thistledown throat,
all sepia-tinged with
a crimson snake
like a skin.flick crouching
on mammal sin
couched within the eggs
of an hourglass gaze
a reptile-brained
wall of flesh
calls afield-
stripped vested nest,
my evergreen muse:
your jet-black...
975 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Mar 2016 5:44am
25th Mar 2016 5:44am
Roadside Manner
This mountain air
is thick & grinning.
A death grip green
on yellow despair.
Windows down
for the morning dew
on hard thistle blue.
In liriope spent
on tobacco rent
a red flag noon
is screwing the ooze
into white-hot stew,
a smile so sweetly
sings the horizon-
miles over my head
on anxious bed…
oh, no dear
this is the dying dream
our living nightmares
continue to breathe
in not so many words.
(maniac bastard
stripes...
is thick & grinning.
A death grip green
on yellow despair.
Windows down
for the morning dew
on hard thistle blue.
In liriope spent
on tobacco rent
a red flag noon
is screwing the ooze
into white-hot stew,
a smile so sweetly
sings the horizon-
miles over my head
on anxious bed…
oh, no dear
this is the dying dream
our living nightmares
continue to breathe
in not so many words.
(maniac bastard
stripes...
913 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th Mar 2016 4:33am
12th Mar 2016 4:33am
Sonderninja
Dis All-In-One is my one in all
(as seen through the screw of a worm’s eye view)
unearthing tones to coppered notes
I bang de pipes ‘til de dogs don’t hunt…
we hang the signs for seeking minds
& good to the wood of a wailing watch
we are lost to the drop of a flailing stop
like half a bird ’neath the fog-shorn dawn…
we’re read to the bone or wight to the touch
or blew to the core of our shifting ore-
a blackened raze on a day for snakes
or sleeping with Death whilst faith’s awake-
twined to...
(as seen through the screw of a worm’s eye view)
unearthing tones to coppered notes
I bang de pipes ‘til de dogs don’t hunt…
we hang the signs for seeking minds
& good to the wood of a wailing watch
we are lost to the drop of a flailing stop
like half a bird ’neath the fog-shorn dawn…
we’re read to the bone or wight to the touch
or blew to the core of our shifting ore-
a blackened raze on a day for snakes
or sleeping with Death whilst faith’s awake-
twined to...
955 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Jun 2015 2:33am
27th Jun 2015 2:33am
Salt & Light
Summer 2013
I am
the Salt of the Earth,
an unfinished business,
a personal space of price
at the drop of a dime.
A crack in the window
beams my seam,
a shotgun shakes
my nerves awake.
This highway calms
impending doom
with a familiar
(& autonomous)
rage of light.
This road to bleed
is a pillar of salt
over my shoulder
with a crunching pace.
White blood cells
killed with glee
where I made my bones
by stampin' smokes
&...
I am
the Salt of the Earth,
an unfinished business,
a personal space of price
at the drop of a dime.
A crack in the window
beams my seam,
a shotgun shakes
my nerves awake.
This highway calms
impending doom
with a familiar
(& autonomous)
rage of light.
This road to bleed
is a pillar of salt
over my shoulder
with a crunching pace.
White blood cells
killed with glee
where I made my bones
by stampin' smokes
&...
1377 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
17th Jun 2015 3:25am
17th Jun 2015 3:25am
Pound of Flesh
Feb 2011
Pound of flesh
dream demeaning
American male.
Chicken walk
a path fried
to gawk & talk.
Teeth or sense
the foam shored
Fomorian eye.
Philanthropist
berserker
feeds hyenas.
Orphans watch
them crawling
the crank up slow.
Raised a pissant
blade of whine
for Sun & chariot.
Untied beyond
a fresh start
from fundraiser meat.
Pound of flesh
brigand freedom
& tempered nerve.
Pound of flesh
dream demeaning
American male.
Chicken walk
a path fried
to gawk & talk.
Teeth or sense
the foam shored
Fomorian eye.
Philanthropist
berserker
feeds hyenas.
Orphans watch
them crawling
the crank up slow.
Raised a pissant
blade of whine
for Sun & chariot.
Untied beyond
a fresh start
from fundraiser meat.
Pound of flesh
brigand freedom
& tempered nerve.
918 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jun 2015 3:24am
17th Jun 2015 3:24am
One For Roads
Feb 2011
One for roads
forever motion.
Wires inside
shock the sleep.
Curious hunger
source of rivers.
Forgotten passing
burns it deep.
From the well
a babbling fire.
Iron essence
cauterized.
Engine stoking
soul transition.
Amnesia act
is memorized.
Dead & fresh
upon the slab.
Immolation
ash & breeze.
Former living
lags behind.
Steady fallen
axe with ease.
Open spaces
ever shrinking.
Sweaty...
One for roads
forever motion.
Wires inside
shock the sleep.
Curious hunger
source of rivers.
Forgotten passing
burns it deep.
From the well
a babbling fire.
Iron essence
cauterized.
Engine stoking
soul transition.
Amnesia act
is memorized.
Dead & fresh
upon the slab.
Immolation
ash & breeze.
Former living
lags behind.
Steady fallen
axe with ease.
Open spaces
ever shrinking.
Sweaty...
1056 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jun 2015 00:11am
13th Jun 2015 00:11am
The Sovereign Worth Blues
Meeting our minds
in the grips
of our check-mates
(passed)
we heat & pawn
‘pon the royal dawn:
& yer a makeshift minx
on a bold magnum
yonder.
You’re a snake of song
by the rule
of a peeling end
(as God as my witness
I’m a careless whisper
smoking rain…
an old punch-drunk love
through a trippin’ holler)…
a mad lust
like earwigs
in strawberry flesh,
the bugs on my tongue
are a-screamin’ lunch…
hungry angels
pushin’ for daisies
on pussy willow days...
in the grips
of our check-mates
(passed)
we heat & pawn
‘pon the royal dawn:
& yer a makeshift minx
on a bold magnum
yonder.
You’re a snake of song
by the rule
of a peeling end
(as God as my witness
I’m a careless whisper
smoking rain…
an old punch-drunk love
through a trippin’ holler)…
a mad lust
like earwigs
in strawberry flesh,
the bugs on my tongue
are a-screamin’ lunch…
hungry angels
pushin’ for daisies
on pussy willow days...
854 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
28th May 2015 2:40am
28th May 2015 2:40am
Thunderhead
(ia! ia!)
Sink mine eye into a deepening cleft
tasting the lick of an inking joke
where dystopian tendrils snort & sway
all dear to the rear of a freezing glow
as dust to wine by an aging grace
gilds or splints a prideful bent
across the sleight of a slithering lull
the red river swoons to a running moon
stalking the talk of their...
Sink mine eye into a deepening cleft
tasting the lick of an inking joke
where dystopian tendrils snort & sway
all dear to the rear of a freezing glow
as dust to wine by an aging grace
gilds or splints a prideful bent
across the sleight of a slithering lull
the red river swoons to a running moon
stalking the talk of their...
#dark
#myself
#dystopian
1193 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th May 2015 4:27am
17th May 2015 4:27am
Distant Fire
(~2012~)
Haunt of the earth bred spark
silky skin of light to a dragon's sight...
a gossamer sign
in gunmetal eyes-
breath & heights
for naught, or night,
or high on the notion
of time & rise, movement-
a scribbled mind to a paper sky,
or the boulder'd arms of burning barns-
fire,
in the distance
(sigh)
take your place
on the mist & mile-
scrape a spade to spark
& dip your wings
to 'x' the mark...
our highways smile
with wayward...
Haunt of the earth bred spark
silky skin of light to a dragon's sight...
a gossamer sign
in gunmetal eyes-
breath & heights
for naught, or night,
or high on the notion
of time & rise, movement-
a scribbled mind to a paper sky,
or the boulder'd arms of burning barns-
fire,
in the distance
(sigh)
take your place
on the mist & mile-
scrape a spade to spark
& dip your wings
to 'x' the mark...
our highways smile
with wayward...
845 reads
1 Comment
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