Submissions by Infernus (Infernal Insight)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A creative freethinking romantic individual. Interesting in a strange borderline romantic way.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th May 2015 5:21pm
16th May 2015 5:21pm
Of Priest
Your speaking voice reaches deep into my throat,
subtle rifts start to form along my skin coat,
your fingers are frozen, your palms are ablaze
caressing my core so it dances and floats.
Accustomed to feasting from the mundane,
charming only when seeking constant appraise,
seeing sunlight as raw power that brands
the profane, they being your personal cystic vein.
Not all priests are blood hungry vampires,
some have developed their own personal glands,
ripping away every stereotype or trench coat ...
subtle rifts start to form along my skin coat,
your fingers are frozen, your palms are ablaze
caressing my core so it dances and floats.
Accustomed to feasting from the mundane,
charming only when seeking constant appraise,
seeing sunlight as raw power that brands
the profane, they being your personal cystic vein.
Not all priests are blood hungry vampires,
some have developed their own personal glands,
ripping away every stereotype or trench coat ...
587 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th May 2015 2:12pm
16th May 2015 2:12pm
Ab epistulis
I wrote this while standing proudly onside great concourse,
guided by famous works and words from the heart of the master.
This body of mine is exhausted with little lethargy, to stride
forever onwards into the dark fog that covers the eyes,
becoming restless and pacing, writing with poetic discipline.
No life is saved when swords clash, yet words kill more.
I shall somewhat preach vaguely, for hearts to learn, love and live more.
Accept not yet knowing, the names of friends which you meet on this concourse, ...
guided by famous works and words from the heart of the master.
This body of mine is exhausted with little lethargy, to stride
forever onwards into the dark fog that covers the eyes,
becoming restless and pacing, writing with poetic discipline.
No life is saved when swords clash, yet words kill more.
I shall somewhat preach vaguely, for hearts to learn, love and live more.
Accept not yet knowing, the names of friends which you meet on this concourse, ...
674 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th May 2015 9:28pm
15th May 2015 9:28pm
The Crucible
Nothing, nothing, then something more
to them, who be so magnificent
living or have lived, perfectly clear
using transcendental instruments.
No hypocrisy seen onside tamed fire,
I speak to all who be not internal liars,
for riddles they see, but may you understand;
you and me have helped make our promised land.
Cleared forests, raped and destroyed oceans,
singular beings do not create phenomenal realms,
truth does burn even gladly it overwhelms,
none are brave to admit being broken and atrocious.
...
to them, who be so magnificent
living or have lived, perfectly clear
using transcendental instruments.
No hypocrisy seen onside tamed fire,
I speak to all who be not internal liars,
for riddles they see, but may you understand;
you and me have helped make our promised land.
Cleared forests, raped and destroyed oceans,
singular beings do not create phenomenal realms,
truth does burn even gladly it overwhelms,
none are brave to admit being broken and atrocious.
...
542 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
14th May 2015 12:52pm
14th May 2015 12:52pm
House Rules
Covered in webs of silk and scarlet,
trashed and abandoned after a rave,
drifting along large rooms finding many targets,
behave nice in this concave or end slave.
The marksmen watch around the forest,
filling torrents of bones once promised,
bows made from brilliant and blinding onyx light,
holding onto rights the watchmen of the night.
Explosions of differet blue spheres fall into the eye,
waking with wonderful lovers resting on scars,
with them we change forms to play musical chairs, ...
trashed and abandoned after a rave,
drifting along large rooms finding many targets,
behave nice in this concave or end slave.
The marksmen watch around the forest,
filling torrents of bones once promised,
bows made from brilliant and blinding onyx light,
holding onto rights the watchmen of the night.
Explosions of differet blue spheres fall into the eye,
waking with wonderful lovers resting on scars,
with them we change forms to play musical chairs, ...
770 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th May 2015 11:29pm
13th May 2015 11:29pm
Ad arbitrium
Always, at will, strive towards the higher things,
do not seek any honor in material rewards,
this pointless craving turns normal men to rabid dogs,
repeating their poisonous routines until sickness is born,
for this is their only line of common reasoning,
so accustomed to have hate, making love empty.
Do the great masters all become contempt?
Of course not, almost daily they shed their skin,
with such pleasing words while teasing teachings of treason,
I recall the bards of black dogs sang within my house of lords,
holding...
do not seek any honor in material rewards,
this pointless craving turns normal men to rabid dogs,
repeating their poisonous routines until sickness is born,
for this is their only line of common reasoning,
so accustomed to have hate, making love empty.
Do the great masters all become contempt?
Of course not, almost daily they shed their skin,
with such pleasing words while teasing teachings of treason,
I recall the bards of black dogs sang within my house of lords,
holding...
658 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th May 2015 3:45pm
13th May 2015 3:45pm
Ashtanga
It is said,
Eight limbs must be grown.
First comes control,
morality at best,
before virtue takes its test,
manhood if you believe in it,
righteous postures so be it,
muscular control is heeded.
then comes the dynamic aspect,
some call it just breathing.
Introspection only for the bold,
repression to babes, doing what their told,
learning to focus themselves singularly,
learning the basics of meditation,
many thoughts of control, come and go,
an uninterrupted fixation,
finally comes synthesis to take its...
Eight limbs must be grown.
First comes control,
morality at best,
before virtue takes its test,
manhood if you believe in it,
righteous postures so be it,
muscular control is heeded.
then comes the dynamic aspect,
some call it just breathing.
Introspection only for the bold,
repression to babes, doing what their told,
learning to focus themselves singularly,
learning the basics of meditation,
many thoughts of control, come and go,
an uninterrupted fixation,
finally comes synthesis to take its...
594 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th May 2015 3:26pm
13th May 2015 3:26pm
Tear Drop
This is not a poem but another ripple in the ocean,
The clouds shine downwards a ray of crimson red,
Love is given for performing all and enduring all,
Through the hard, strong, meek or small.
Unlike my brothers I cannot smile,
My breath carries weight that clouds many minds,
My tongue wet and dry hungering for bloodily insides,
My mind razor sharp but focused on being poised with rhyme.
What is a tear, I always did wonder,
An emotion, response or conviction turned to impulse.
--.. --- ......
The clouds shine downwards a ray of crimson red,
Love is given for performing all and enduring all,
Through the hard, strong, meek or small.
Unlike my brothers I cannot smile,
My breath carries weight that clouds many minds,
My tongue wet and dry hungering for bloodily insides,
My mind razor sharp but focused on being poised with rhyme.
What is a tear, I always did wonder,
An emotion, response or conviction turned to impulse.
--.. --- ......
690 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th May 2015 3:54am
13th May 2015 3:54am
Love Stains
I am a fool wandering with you,
my head is racing, entranced and out of tune.
I roar in rage, then stop crashing to the floor,
heartbroken I gaze towards you; my moon.
You tighten lungs with strange silver coils,
which define their resting place within my veins.
I walk towards the north, before,
you float off into the mist of many love stains.
I remember you shredding my heart,
I wished to scream. Yet my lips you steal.
You kiss my hand and relapse my art,
I dare not smile. No. You cannot be real...
I...
my head is racing, entranced and out of tune.
I roar in rage, then stop crashing to the floor,
heartbroken I gaze towards you; my moon.
You tighten lungs with strange silver coils,
which define their resting place within my veins.
I walk towards the north, before,
you float off into the mist of many love stains.
I remember you shredding my heart,
I wished to scream. Yet my lips you steal.
You kiss my hand and relapse my art,
I dare not smile. No. You cannot be real...
I...
605 reads
0 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th May 2015 4:59pm
12th May 2015 4:59pm
Creed of Questions
Who am I to, write this creed?
I wonder what in it you seek?
What lesson you will learn?
Will you make or break the poor?
To be evil, is to be hated?
Why drugs are made and taken?
Why is their any form of life?
This creed was said to write itself,
Seeking desire, balance or pain,
From those parents, teachers or great masters,
You are rich with them, they need more to be with you,
The masses cry for blood, gore and fantasy,
In madness...
I wonder what in it you seek?
What lesson you will learn?
Will you make or break the poor?
To be evil, is to be hated?
Why drugs are made and taken?
Why is their any form of life?
This creed was said to write itself,
Seeking desire, balance or pain,
From those parents, teachers or great masters,
You are rich with them, they need more to be with you,
The masses cry for blood, gore and fantasy,
In madness...
665 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th May 2015 3:59pm
12th May 2015 3:59pm
This Magical Current
Could will alone save the drowning man,
experience shows that muscles have the need to be grown,
circuits of chemical reactions must be built and maintained,
they muster on strongly, taking their place within the very heart of man.
What is will, but a force in and out of control,
good-will, free-will, intent to kill, written bill.
Value is given for sale-
who then prices each value?
Independence sure means-
freedom from necessities to want.
Only needs are needed,
everything must be free,
anything must be bought,...
experience shows that muscles have the need to be grown,
circuits of chemical reactions must be built and maintained,
they muster on strongly, taking their place within the very heart of man.
What is will, but a force in and out of control,
good-will, free-will, intent to kill, written bill.
Value is given for sale-
who then prices each value?
Independence sure means-
freedom from necessities to want.
Only needs are needed,
everything must be free,
anything must be bought,...
625 reads
3 Comments
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