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.
Only me; adrift
Bah!
More blasted self-pity
I hate it and abhor it
but have enough time to dip my knees
and wallow in it from time to time,
Might as well do it myself
seeing as no one else can rightly spare a damn to.
Well at least this
melancholy
motivates me enough to write some words.
Slowly stoking fires of resentment
until I can batter out my scorn
hammering my hate upon anger's anvil
dark dreadful feels
to herald imperious irritation,
enough to slash at my saddened soul
With a far off cure
being a good...
More blasted self-pity
I hate it and abhor it
but have enough time to dip my knees
and wallow in it from time to time,
Might as well do it myself
seeing as no one else can rightly spare a damn to.
Well at least this
melancholy
motivates me enough to write some words.
Slowly stoking fires of resentment
until I can batter out my scorn
hammering my hate upon anger's anvil
dark dreadful feels
to herald imperious irritation,
enough to slash at my saddened soul
With a far off cure
being a good...
#anger
#loneliness
#identity
#apocalypse
#frustration
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Fantasising
My mind wanders
and I am making love
to a cheeky smile.
All wrapped up in a silken daydream,
before reality rudely crashes back in
and back to scrabbling to keep up
with the noisesome news
while wasting away on the same spot,
but all I want is to be held.
and I am making love
to a cheeky smile.
All wrapped up in a silken daydream,
before reality rudely crashes back in
and back to scrabbling to keep up
with the noisesome news
while wasting away on the same spot,
but all I want is to be held.
#loneliness
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Hindsight
Close-enough for government work
but too far enough from the thin blue line,
that is where I was during twenty-twenty;
nothing of note to look back on
somewhat a time of good work ruined.
So in answer to
'what did you do in 2020?'
- I survived
while others didn't,
but simply a human being was never quite enough for me.
Seems a waste to be a mere monkey
behind the screen
while fools fret and fume in the limelight
governed by close-mindedness.
but too far enough from the thin blue line,
that is where I was during twenty-twenty;
nothing of note to look back on
somewhat a time of good work ruined.
So in answer to
'what did you do in 2020?'
- I survived
while others didn't,
but simply a human being was never quite enough for me.
Seems a waste to be a mere monkey
behind the screen
while fools fret and fume in the limelight
governed by close-mindedness.
#power
#politics
#pandemic
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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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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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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
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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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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
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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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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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Mindfulness Masticators

#spiritual
#magic
#passion
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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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