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
2nd Apr 2023 5:19pm
2nd Apr 2023 5:19pm
A Strange Delight - NaPoWriMo2023 #2
"And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you."
- Friedrich Nietzsche, 'Beyond Good and Evil: Prelude to a Philosophy of the Future'.
I never quite understood this phrase,
I guess
I just
never
reached
that phase.
I have definitely gazed into the abyss
at least once
and once is enough;
more is just despair
and less is
blissful ignorance.
I found
that the abyss has
no eyes,
no ears,
no...
- Friedrich Nietzsche, 'Beyond Good and Evil: Prelude to a Philosophy of the Future'.
I never quite understood this phrase,
I guess
I just
never
reached
that phase.
I have definitely gazed into the abyss
at least once
and once is enough;
more is just despair
and less is
blissful ignorance.
I found
that the abyss has
no eyes,
no ears,
no...
#strength
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery
#NaPoWriMo2023
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5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Apr 2023 6:58pm
1st Apr 2023 6:58pm
Foolish Mortals - NaPoWriMo2023 #1
The Foolishness of Mortality
fleeing from absurdity
pitifully clinging to normality
when the truth is
Madness is divine
much better than
simply being fine,
Chaos is not so malign
it is a gift from the Gods
for none are beyond such a flaw
timeless enough to endure
yet something the weak abhor,
Sanctity for the chosen few
who embrace the path true
the harmatia is inevitable
ensorcelled in a fable
that hubris rejects and ignores
when fate will have it that
A foolish destiny will be yours.
fleeing from absurdity
pitifully clinging to normality
when the truth is
Madness is divine
much better than
simply being fine,
Chaos is not so malign
it is a gift from the Gods
for none are beyond such a flaw
timeless enough to endure
yet something the weak abhor,
Sanctity for the chosen few
who embrace the path true
the harmatia is inevitable
ensorcelled in a fable
that hubris rejects and ignores
when fate will have it that
A foolish destiny will be yours.
#fate
#humankind
#ignorance #NaPoWriMo2023
#ignorance #NaPoWriMo2023
228 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Jan 2023 10:39pm
26th Jan 2023 10:39pm
Go f**k Yourself
#anger
#frustration
#SelfReflection #disappointment
#SelfReflection #disappointment
443 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Oct 2022 9:15pm
24th Oct 2022 9:15pm
Say Boo to a Ghost
Well, Say
Bugger Off,
to be more precise.
I dislike the spooky and macabre,
spiritual mystery is more my preference,
- or comedy
a comforting brew given form.
There is already enough horror
and violence
within the human soul
without an excuse to scream
because your life is all too safe and boring.
Cynically
the world keeps getting worse and worse;
so the ghosts and goblins
are becoming parody and panto
amongst a backdrop of true horror;
how to lose your humanity and like it. ...
Bugger Off,
to be more precise.
I dislike the spooky and macabre,
spiritual mystery is more my preference,
- or comedy
a comforting brew given form.
There is already enough horror
and violence
within the human soul
without an excuse to scream
because your life is all too safe and boring.
Cynically
the world keeps getting worse and worse;
so the ghosts and goblins
are becoming parody and panto
amongst a backdrop of true horror;
how to lose your humanity and like it. ...
#anger
#humankind
#fear #horror
#fear #horror
354 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Oct 2022 9:45pm
12th Oct 2022 9:45pm
The spirit is unwilling and the flesh is thin
He feared in time
he would become nothing
but a shadow of himself,
but the empty mirror
said that it was too late already,
thus he found himself fading
because the spirit is unwilling
and the flesh is thin.
But he had blundered back from oblivion many times before...
he would become nothing
but a shadow of himself,
but the empty mirror
said that it was too late already,
thus he found himself fading
because the spirit is unwilling
and the flesh is thin.
But he had blundered back from oblivion many times before...
#identity
351 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Aug 2022 10:04pm
31st Aug 2022 10:04pm
Perchance to dream
It finally dawned on me,
unbidden, unsought
sudden revelation as if the first flowers before Spring.
It is not water, per se,
that makes me a Pisces;
I am no swimmer
and such plain interpretation is not stitched into my soul,
it is sleep and dreams.
For I am most in my element
when half-asleep and daydreaming
where words of wonder cascade into my mind
and play out scripts many will never see,
save for the scribblings I preserve with pen;
a good habit must start sometime.
And I am most inhuman
most...
unbidden, unsought
sudden revelation as if the first flowers before Spring.
It is not water, per se,
that makes me a Pisces;
I am no swimmer
and such plain interpretation is not stitched into my soul,
it is sleep and dreams.
For I am most in my element
when half-asleep and daydreaming
where words of wonder cascade into my mind
and play out scripts many will never see,
save for the scribblings I preserve with pen;
a good habit must start sometime.
And I am most inhuman
most...
#dreams
#sleep
#SelfDiscovery
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Aug 2022 9:31pm
29th Aug 2022 9:31pm
Technically an accident
If technology ever does rise,
leading to machine overlords
and state enforced unnatural efficiency
I'll probably end up
unintentionally
crashing their mainframe.
Technology and I are not firm friends
though I do try
to make my machines last,
insert double entendre here.
And some days I wish for the magic
of the elements.
leading to machine overlords
and state enforced unnatural efficiency
I'll probably end up
unintentionally
crashing their mainframe.
Technology and I are not firm friends
though I do try
to make my machines last,
insert double entendre here.
And some days I wish for the magic
of the elements.
#technology
#nature
#fate
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jul 2022 9:30pm
12th Jul 2022 9:30pm
Insert wit and wonder here.
Well sod to sadness
said with a grin,
such is the vigour
and boldness
I feel
always after a cold-addled fugue.
Enough boldness
to smile at the weird world
because there is still joy
to be found
in this mess.
Despite the lamentations
of the media
churning storms in coffee cups.
As if despair is a la mode
and swearing is an acceptable answer,
I always did buck the trend;
today I couldn't give a damn.
said with a grin,
such is the vigour
and boldness
I feel
always after a cold-addled fugue.
Enough boldness
to smile at the weird world
because there is still joy
to be found
in this mess.
Despite the lamentations
of the media
churning storms in coffee cups.
As if despair is a la mode
and swearing is an acceptable answer,
I always did buck the trend;
today I couldn't give a damn.
#happiness
#hope
#PowerOfWords
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3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jun 2022 7:06pm
28th Jun 2022 7:06pm
Land Of The Fee
Why sure,
have whatever you want
ya'll are free to choose,
just make sure to pay for it all before you leave.
How your ancestors must weep
for when they sold their lives
to keep their neighbours free
and noble was the land,
how truly noble,
that lost land of the free.
have whatever you want
ya'll are free to choose,
just make sure to pay for it all before you leave.
How your ancestors must weep
for when they sold their lives
to keep their neighbours free
and noble was the land,
how truly noble,
that lost land of the free.
#freedom
#consumerism
475 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Jun 2022 10:56pm
20th Jun 2022 10:56pm
I don't have demons
I don't have demons,
not just because I'm un-religious;
and more, say, Spiritual,
but because
my horned demons
are more like guests and companions.
Things to fill the empty places
during my soul's supper,
or corners for dark conversation
to avoid the silent void
in my heart's party.
Sometimes we play cards
and I call their bluff;
their wagers are useful in filling an age.
Pretty sure one helps my writing.
There is enough angles, demons, rakshasas, and more
to keep things lively
and...
not just because I'm un-religious;
and more, say, Spiritual,
but because
my horned demons
are more like guests and companions.
Things to fill the empty places
during my soul's supper,
or corners for dark conversation
to avoid the silent void
in my heart's party.
Sometimes we play cards
and I call their bluff;
their wagers are useful in filling an age.
Pretty sure one helps my writing.
There is enough angles, demons, rakshasas, and more
to keep things lively
and...
#angels
#spiritual
#SelfReflection #meditation
#SelfReflection #meditation
294 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jun 2022 10:02pm
16th Jun 2022 10:02pm
And this just fell out of my keyboard
Something inside says I should write.
Maybe something
grand and bombastic
radiant like the sun,
proclaiming my return
from self-imposed exile
Or maybe a rage,
rage against the current world
But I find myself too content to rage
The distanced contentment
of tending a garden in England
while elsewhere in the world scrabble to simply survive
Because fuck it,
my words are garbled
and conveying is so bloody hard,
Just longing for that time when a love
stops me mid-waffle
and says ...
Maybe something
grand and bombastic
radiant like the sun,
proclaiming my return
from self-imposed exile
Or maybe a rage,
rage against the current world
But I find myself too content to rage
The distanced contentment
of tending a garden in England
while elsewhere in the world scrabble to simply survive
Because fuck it,
my words are garbled
and conveying is so bloody hard,
Just longing for that time when a love
stops me mid-waffle
and says ...
#sadness
#earth
#wisdom
#tea
#emotions
436 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th May 2022 6:54pm
24th May 2022 6:54pm
Silence and a blank page
If you are fortunate enough,
without cares
without bills
without heartache
without stress
without pressing needs,
you may find that as a poet
you have nothing to rage at.
and despite the world outside
things are going pretty well
And you are fortunate enough
to have nothing before you
but for,
silence and a blank page.
without cares
without bills
without heartache
without stress
without pressing needs,
you may find that as a poet
you have nothing to rage at.
and despite the world outside
things are going pretty well
And you are fortunate enough
to have nothing before you
but for,
silence and a blank page.
#emptiness
#meditation
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