Submissions by Viddax (Lord Viddax)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction In my spare time I have been known to end pointless threads with a quick kill. And rarer than that is when I write poetry.
SELF POEM
Published
24th Aug 2020 11:18pm
24th Aug 2020 11:18pm
mortis à trois
I sit watching the world whip by
with death's hand
on my shoulder
moving closer each day
to empty oblivion,
but having someone
sit with me
maybe even straddle me,
will make the hand hover
if only for a moment.
Even better if
while our lips entwine
they defy death's stare,
their passion buying me some time
to complete them.
with death's hand
on my shoulder
moving closer each day
to empty oblivion,
but having someone
sit with me
maybe even straddle me,
will make the hand hover
if only for a moment.
Even better if
while our lips entwine
they defy death's stare,
their passion buying me some time
to complete them.
#love
#hope
#death
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5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Aug 2020 00:23am
21st Aug 2020 00:23am
Gnarls Barkley - St. Elsewhere
Go-Go Gadget Gospel
Take me to the Church of Funk
Rap in Rhapsody
Bless with Style
Extol virtue with vim
Make that Soul sing and dance.
Crazy
We all could be crazy
Living in this crazy world
The complexity is maddening
Where only the mad succeed
Maybe we should all be mad.
St. Elsewhere
This Man is an island
named St. Elsewhere
and maybe it is paradise
destined for a deserted desert island
but a little company would be nice.
Gone Daddy Gone
...
Take me to the Church of Funk
Rap in Rhapsody
Bless with Style
Extol virtue with vim
Make that Soul sing and dance.
Crazy
We all could be crazy
Living in this crazy world
The complexity is maddening
Where only the mad succeed
Maybe we should all be mad.
St. Elsewhere
This Man is an island
named St. Elsewhere
and maybe it is paradise
destined for a deserted desert island
but a little company would be nice.
Gone Daddy Gone
...
#music
#lyrics
#SelfDiscovery
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Aug 2020 10:20pm
13th Aug 2020 10:20pm
Masks
Currently
protect you physically,
but have kept
mind and soul safe for aeons.
What lies behind,
you may well ask...
Outside can be chaos
but inside
it is so delightful
and so insightful.
protect you physically,
but have kept
mind and soul safe for aeons.
What lies behind,
you may well ask...
Outside can be chaos
but inside
it is so delightful
and so insightful.
#identity
#SelfReflection
86 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Aug 2020 00:20am
13th Aug 2020 00:20am
Bureaucratic Lives Don't Matter
The older I get,
in age and wisdom,
the more I appreciate administration and bureaucracy,
because such systems at the end of the day
are post-it notes on a black hole's rim:
that don't give a damn who or what you are
and will never hold it against you
as they fight information, not humanity.
Bureaucratic Lives Don't Matter
Because;
To Bureaucracy
Any And All Life Is Not An Issue.
Its all about death and taxes
so life is not assessed or charged.
They are attempts to bring order to chaos
that defies madness...
in age and wisdom,
the more I appreciate administration and bureaucracy,
because such systems at the end of the day
are post-it notes on a black hole's rim:
that don't give a damn who or what you are
and will never hold it against you
as they fight information, not humanity.
Bureaucratic Lives Don't Matter
Because;
To Bureaucracy
Any And All Life Is Not An Issue.
Its all about death and taxes
so life is not assessed or charged.
They are attempts to bring order to chaos
that defies madness...
#LifeStruggles
#PowerOfWords
#admiration
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2020 9:32pm
3rd Aug 2020 9:32pm
Hokey-cokey
You keep your household in,
you let critical workers go out,
You put the shielding in,
you let the holidayers go out,
Shake the guidance all about once more;
Lax attitude!
Lax attitude!
We all fall down;
never to rise again?
Stay inside
until the wolf has huffed and puffed
and this has all blown over.
you let critical workers go out,
You put the shielding in,
you let the holidayers go out,
Shake the guidance all about once more;
Lax attitude!
Lax attitude!
We all fall down;
never to rise again?
Stay inside
until the wolf has huffed and puffed
and this has all blown over.
#politics
#pandemic
90 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jul 2020 11:01pm
30th Jul 2020 11:01pm
Never a mad god
We no longer know of magic.
We whose lives are unseasoned;
No longer kith or kin
To salt and pepper
Or grease and fat
Or sugar and caffeine.
We who have cast out all poisons and addictions,
Left with hollow unflavoured lives.
The chicken is no longer roasted
It’s blood is not spilt
and it’s bones no longer thrown into soup
Or cast to scry our fates.
All effigies are false affronts
And statues viewed with sanitised hearts
Our circles secular, secluded from superstition and sensing.
The mad god...
We whose lives are unseasoned;
No longer kith or kin
To salt and pepper
Or grease and fat
Or sugar and caffeine.
We who have cast out all poisons and addictions,
Left with hollow unflavoured lives.
The chicken is no longer roasted
It’s blood is not spilt
and it’s bones no longer thrown into soup
Or cast to scry our fates.
All effigies are false affronts
And statues viewed with sanitised hearts
Our circles secular, secluded from superstition and sensing.
The mad god...
#science
#faith
#emptiness #apathy
#emptiness #apathy
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7 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Jul 2020 11:45pm
28th Jul 2020 11:45pm
Maybe a wild god
Maybe a wild god will cross your path.
They are terrible to behold
And do not know the ways
Of machine, of media, and of magazines
Their voice makes tales that twists time.
When the wild god passes your door
You will not know them.
They are an echo in the dark
A memory locked away
And the shrine you no longer visit.
They will not need to knock or ring
As the door will be open
Introduced as wind whips the leaves
Through a crack in the everyday
Shall they enter and bloom.
You do not know...
They are terrible to behold
And do not know the ways
Of machine, of media, and of magazines
Their voice makes tales that twists time.
When the wild god passes your door
You will not know them.
They are an echo in the dark
A memory locked away
And the shrine you no longer visit.
They will not need to knock or ring
As the door will be open
Introduced as wind whips the leaves
Through a crack in the everyday
Shall they enter and bloom.
You do not know...
#happiness
#dreams
#passion
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2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Jul 2020 10:01pm
21st Jul 2020 10:01pm
Mindfulness Masticators
#spiritual
#magic
#passion
91 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Jul 2020 11:23pm
16th Jul 2020 11:23pm
With the changing of the Sesn
I did not have to see your eyes
to feel the daggers
from your words
cutting into my soul.
Like Osiris I can be remade
from pieces
and live on reassembled
though you can only understand
by breaking me down.
But I am water;
you can ripple me
but my depths will outlast your efforts,
a tidal shift is my future.
to feel the daggers
from your words
cutting into my soul.
Like Osiris I can be remade
from pieces
and live on reassembled
though you can only understand
by breaking me down.
But I am water;
you can ripple me
but my depths will outlast your efforts,
a tidal shift is my future.
#identity
#rebirth
#determination
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1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
7th Jul 2020 10:30pm
7th Jul 2020 10:30pm
Unrequited / Unerwidert
The superficial smile hides my scars,
stay a bit and die a while,
Though stare at me too deep
or gaze questioningly too long,
And you will see my mean streak
is light years long,
By that time any screams you sound
are simply serenades for my wrathful lust
As I thrust and thrust
choking with the pressing intent,
no matter the dark desires answered
Forever unsatisfied in my soul.
A bitterness to every taste
and for every fresh fetish
boredom breaks an inevitable tide
Until the abyss yawns too wide
And there within ...
stay a bit and die a while,
Though stare at me too deep
or gaze questioningly too long,
And you will see my mean streak
is light years long,
By that time any screams you sound
are simply serenades for my wrathful lust
As I thrust and thrust
choking with the pressing intent,
no matter the dark desires answered
Forever unsatisfied in my soul.
A bitterness to every taste
and for every fresh fetish
boredom breaks an inevitable tide
Until the abyss yawns too wide
And there within ...
#lust
#corruption
#PowerOfWords
123 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2020 11:18pm
2nd Jul 2020 11:18pm
Ennui
That word is a bittersweet pill
to hold all the poison and pain
that comes with depression,
Though I dislike vehemently the actual pronunciation:
'On-wee'.
How despicable!
How French.
How insipid and languid
like a bored wank into oblivion.
What a piss poor passing of a phrase.
I prefer a tragic Greek lilt to it:
'U-noy'
You know that pain: it is universal,
The despair that comes with simply being,
The fading sunset glory of joy
that tinges the skyline of mortality
as it bleeds into oblivion: ...
to hold all the poison and pain
that comes with depression,
Though I dislike vehemently the actual pronunciation:
'On-wee'.
How despicable!
How French.
How insipid and languid
like a bored wank into oblivion.
What a piss poor passing of a phrase.
I prefer a tragic Greek lilt to it:
'U-noy'
You know that pain: it is universal,
The despair that comes with simply being,
The fading sunset glory of joy
that tinges the skyline of mortality
as it bleeds into oblivion: ...
#depression
#PowerOfWords
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11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Jun 2020 11:50pm
30th Jun 2020 11:50pm
Not quite Opening Up
Soon, maybe too soon,
more shop floors will thump
to the beat of footsteps again,
and more people will be about and out
maybe even out out with pride,
but while narrow closed minds still exist,
I think I'll prefer to stay inside my own worlds;
it is distanced enough
in time and space from all society,
though there is always enough room
for a special few
and a spot for a close companion.
Though then again,
I always have plenty of obstacles and barriers and masks
to bar any who may have thought to enter...
more shop floors will thump
to the beat of footsteps again,
and more people will be about and out
maybe even out out with pride,
but while narrow closed minds still exist,
I think I'll prefer to stay inside my own worlds;
it is distanced enough
in time and space from all society,
though there is always enough room
for a special few
and a spot for a close companion.
Though then again,
I always have plenty of obstacles and barriers and masks
to bar any who may have thought to enter...
#loneliness
#friendship
#MentalHealth
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11 Comments
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