Submissions by Infernus (Infernal Insight)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A creative freethinking romantic individual. Interesting in a strange borderline romantic way.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Aug 2015 3:00pm
13th Aug 2015 3:00pm
The Exchange of Measurements
Nine-hours more before the coming calamity,
will the strike succeed
or meet catastrophe?
The clock strikes at three;
delaying again tax payers dreams,
have-nots using their
tactics extorting modern day bribery.
Unproductive idiots always complain;
What will come next free food, water and housing?
Who will foot the bill when shoves come to bare?
Aid themselves as they sit in a pit of despair?
Wanting in truth to enjoy a lavish lifestyle!
Their reasons are simple and never sound;
better pay, work and hours.
becoming seemly...
will the strike succeed
or meet catastrophe?
The clock strikes at three;
delaying again tax payers dreams,
have-nots using their
tactics extorting modern day bribery.
Unproductive idiots always complain;
What will come next free food, water and housing?
Who will foot the bill when shoves come to bare?
Aid themselves as they sit in a pit of despair?
Wanting in truth to enjoy a lavish lifestyle!
Their reasons are simple and never sound;
better pay, work and hours.
becoming seemly...
552 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jul 2015 6:07pm
28th Jul 2015 6:07pm
Sensation
Here be but a distraction in-tasked with,
creating various vacations staying inside,
subjective reactions hotel room service,
calling often is a way of cleaning,
up
the
air.
Evoking all manner of milked maners,
toes touching leaves dancing in white towers,
green is the autumn thanks to artificial;
plants, pots and illogical logical transplants.
Red, blue and green light up wonderful screens,
magic balls green as can be, just not the sea,
purple jellyfish liked to colorful corals,
image alone cannot perfect sensual orals.
...
creating various vacations staying inside,
subjective reactions hotel room service,
calling often is a way of cleaning,
up
the
air.
Evoking all manner of milked maners,
toes touching leaves dancing in white towers,
green is the autumn thanks to artificial;
plants, pots and illogical logical transplants.
Red, blue and green light up wonderful screens,
magic balls green as can be, just not the sea,
purple jellyfish liked to colorful corals,
image alone cannot perfect sensual orals.
...
540 reads
0 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
28th Jul 2015 5:31pm
28th Jul 2015 5:31pm
distance.
Smoking another cigarette,
warmed by the wind
entranced and alone I sit.
With one breath in,
another comes out,
unfairly killing me
softly, steady and proud.
How many years have passed,
my seldom friend,
cyanide, tar, nicotine:
till death makes amends.
A perfect open relationship,
all lungs enjoy it,
that single kiss of eternal bliss.
Fucking another mistress,
long...
Embedded onto electrical surges by Infernus.
warmed by the wind
entranced and alone I sit.
With one breath in,
another comes out,
unfairly killing me
softly, steady and proud.
How many years have passed,
my seldom friend,
cyanide, tar, nicotine:
till death makes amends.
A perfect open relationship,
all lungs enjoy it,
that single kiss of eternal bliss.
Fucking another mistress,
long...
Embedded onto electrical surges by Infernus.
682 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jun 2015 9:24pm
25th Jun 2015 9:24pm
Placeholder
Where horses run wild-
bringing thunder with a smile,
probability a fools wonder,
why else would I put money on her.
I am sure to win, I can feel it,
if not when the night comes to slumber-
another restless faceless fortune hunter,
will plough the fields and savor hunger.
Come on, come on, yes, yes...
FUCK! Oh well...
that's fine...
the next race is in 5.
Embedded onto electrical surges by Infernus.
Inspired by a friend of mine,
housemate and genial swine.
bringing thunder with a smile,
probability a fools wonder,
why else would I put money on her.
I am sure to win, I can feel it,
if not when the night comes to slumber-
another restless faceless fortune hunter,
will plough the fields and savor hunger.
Come on, come on, yes, yes...
FUCK! Oh well...
that's fine...
the next race is in 5.
Embedded onto electrical surges by Infernus.
Inspired by a friend of mine,
housemate and genial swine.
592 reads
0 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
8th Jun 2015 5:16pm
8th Jun 2015 5:16pm
Forefathers Fury
The time to shine has come,
stealing passions from dreams,
burning myself alive in reality...
What is peace?
I know it not,
another simple word,
long forgot.
What is hope?
But another dream,
words and comfort,
told to the weak.
Food for thought?
Feeding vegetables,
silently creeping ideology,
stealing from my fathers seed.
Hearing the bell chime loudly,
seeing the blood blue sky gleam,
soon they will feel my brutality.
Embedded onto electrical surges by the past rewritten.
stealing passions from dreams,
burning myself alive in reality...
What is peace?
I know it not,
another simple word,
long forgot.
What is hope?
But another dream,
words and comfort,
told to the weak.
Food for thought?
Feeding vegetables,
silently creeping ideology,
stealing from my fathers seed.
Hearing the bell chime loudly,
seeing the blood blue sky gleam,
soon they will feel my brutality.
Embedded onto electrical surges by the past rewritten.
721 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Jun 2015 4:54pm
8th Jun 2015 4:54pm
The Tarot Game
Fate is on the line when you come to play,
I have so heard, that is, what they so claim,
personally my hands predict my own fate,
branding and marking themselves in flames.
Worry not the question,
think hard nor pray delay,
onwards we shall march,
onwards we will play.
The game of fate,
The game of joy,
The game of rage.
Its time,
the time has come,
to play the tarot game.
Embedded onto electrical surges by the past rewritten.
I have so heard, that is, what they so claim,
personally my hands predict my own fate,
branding and marking themselves in flames.
Worry not the question,
think hard nor pray delay,
onwards we shall march,
onwards we will play.
The game of fate,
The game of joy,
The game of rage.
Its time,
the time has come,
to play the tarot game.
Embedded onto electrical surges by the past rewritten.
710 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th May 2015 1:29am
29th May 2015 1:29am
_In-n-er-Work-ing-s_
The outer fields surrounding my presence,
bloom bright not blinding, unreal evanescent-
pastimes within this passage called life.
Please extract my contents finely with great laughter.
All the time I spend reading before-
writing ideas and deciding what to do,
balanced acts are completely designed by self;
forever waiting to project outwards their show.
Shall we locate the show? It may not be easy.
Our bodies are hugely vast and different:
still we all connect with friends and family.
Along with other particular variations. ...
bloom bright not blinding, unreal evanescent-
pastimes within this passage called life.
Please extract my contents finely with great laughter.
All the time I spend reading before-
writing ideas and deciding what to do,
balanced acts are completely designed by self;
forever waiting to project outwards their show.
Shall we locate the show? It may not be easy.
Our bodies are hugely vast and different:
still we all connect with friends and family.
Along with other particular variations. ...
583 reads
0 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
26th May 2015 2:05am
26th May 2015 2:05am
Unity
Unkind; Mischievous grace that is dignity refining,
neutering nectars of intransitive tasting persons,
looking for just: passion or honesty before finding,
overlooked emotions, thoughts, certain personal-
convictions and attitudes. Dishes made of dogma,
killing the curious cat, who sleeps in velvet eternally;
externalising actions to performance preferences,
deciding to build another house of representatives.
Catching; The chance to finally have victory,
Lovely sensations of opposing forces,
Easily it could have taken years of wisdom, ...
neutering nectars of intransitive tasting persons,
looking for just: passion or honesty before finding,
overlooked emotions, thoughts, certain personal-
convictions and attitudes. Dishes made of dogma,
killing the curious cat, who sleeps in velvet eternally;
externalising actions to performance preferences,
deciding to build another house of representatives.
Catching; The chance to finally have victory,
Lovely sensations of opposing forces,
Easily it could have taken years of wisdom, ...
710 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th May 2015 8:36pm
25th May 2015 8:36pm
The Cat and Sparrow
The roof sits broken,
the Cat looks up at Sparrow,
eating its bread crumbs,
.. / .- .-.. .-. . .- -.. -.-- / .- - . / -... .-. . .- -.- ..-. .- ... - --..--
-.-- --- ..- / ... .... --- ..- .-.. -.. / -... . / ...- . .-. -.-- / .--- . .- .-.. --- ..- ... .-.-.-
Embedded onto electrical surges by Infernus,
whilst I was eating breakfast.
the Cat looks up at Sparrow,
eating its bread crumbs,
.. / .- .-.. .-. . .- -.. -.-- / .- - . / -... .-. . .- -.- ..-. .- ... - --..--
-.-- --- ..- / ... .... --- ..- .-.. -.. / -... . / ...- . .-. -.-- / .--- . .- .-.. --- ..- ... .-.-.-
Embedded onto electrical surges by Infernus,
whilst I was eating breakfast.
690 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd May 2015 4:07pm
22nd May 2015 4:07pm
Stages of Love
Red clothes, black buttons and sexual ecstasy,
surround us while singing popular melodies,
the emergent object-of genital desire,
pedantries of synthetic basic pedigree.
Allusions s-he wore that wonderful self-reliant attire,
insightful causing-and conspiring many cease fires,
living life-while lacking any imagination-
enjoying only pleasant states and affairs.
Naturally s-he was replaced-by perfection,
beautiful-holy, loving and no misdirection,
eyes held within-victory made of pure ebony, ...
surround us while singing popular melodies,
the emergent object-of genital desire,
pedantries of synthetic basic pedigree.
Allusions s-he wore that wonderful self-reliant attire,
insightful causing-and conspiring many cease fires,
living life-while lacking any imagination-
enjoying only pleasant states and affairs.
Naturally s-he was replaced-by perfection,
beautiful-holy, loving and no misdirection,
eyes held within-victory made of pure ebony, ...
744 reads
1 Comment
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