Submissions by Xaphan
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry - To muse in the inner space of imagination.
You're A Psychopath
You can walk on by and I'll do the math
I think there's an even chance, you're a psychopath
For in my mind's eye, your insanity's cemented
Your actions and demeanour are clearly demented
Your aura's vile and your soul's pernicious
Your flailing fists and feet are naught but vicious
Maybe you were goaded and took the bait
Or maybe you're an evil vassal, fuelled by hate
I don't know you, I don't know who you are
Just keep your distance, be away and far
For though your victim's memory might be hazy
There's no doubt, that...
I think there's an even chance, you're a psychopath
For in my mind's eye, your insanity's cemented
Your actions and demeanour are clearly demented
Your aura's vile and your soul's pernicious
Your flailing fists and feet are naught but vicious
Maybe you were goaded and took the bait
Or maybe you're an evil vassal, fuelled by hate
I don't know you, I don't know who you are
Just keep your distance, be away and far
For though your victim's memory might be hazy
There's no doubt, that...
#anger
#masculinity
#MentalHealth #violence
#MentalHealth #violence
18 reads
I Don't Need You
Will you release my brain? It needs parole
Please set me free, from your mind control
I don't need you, to read me, the riot act
I don't need you, to feed me, a counter fact
Get out of my face, for it's mine, not yours
You don't need to know, about my idle cause
I don't need you, to quell me, to be strung along
I don't need you to tell me what's right from wrong
Go and lead the sheep, of every brainwashed flock
But I want no part, of your vast, malevolent bloc
I don't need you to see me with your soulless eyes
I don't need...
Please set me free, from your mind control
I don't need you, to read me, the riot act
I don't need you, to feed me, a counter fact
Get out of my face, for it's mine, not yours
You don't need to know, about my idle cause
I don't need you, to quell me, to be strung along
I don't need you to tell me what's right from wrong
Go and lead the sheep, of every brainwashed flock
But I want no part, of your vast, malevolent bloc
I don't need you to see me with your soulless eyes
I don't need...
#hypocrisy
#lies
#manipulation #politics
#manipulation #politics
32 reads
To Ginny
Goodbye my love, this is my forlorn, farewell
For when midnight chimed, twas a fateful knell
With one, last, tired breath, we were torn apart
Hence, these words, are from my broken heart
I know you were stubborn and would not be told
You were also kind and loving, with a heart of gold
So I will take some solace, on your summer's day
And from my idle reveries, you will never stray
Now that you're free from fear, I can ease the pain
Even though, my love, time's not ours to claim
For the anguish ended, when you lost the fight ...
For when midnight chimed, twas a fateful knell
With one, last, tired breath, we were torn apart
Hence, these words, are from my broken heart
I know you were stubborn and would not be told
You were also kind and loving, with a heart of gold
So I will take some solace, on your summer's day
And from my idle reveries, you will never stray
Now that you're free from fear, I can ease the pain
Even though, my love, time's not ours to claim
For the anguish ended, when you lost the fight ...
#death
#despair
#grief #love
#grief #love
43 reads
Forever's Reoccurring Dream
Beyond, the crystal clear glass, there is nothing at all
Except the impenetrable dark and an unfathomable fall
There's no moon, or stars, there is just a vacuous waste
Futilely lit, by a rotating beam, that dissipates to a trace
In the light room's sanctuary, there is no time left to bide
Or a way to escape, down, through a trapdoor open wide
For in this see of silence, everything, is cloak-and-dagger
Where only oneirism persists, above a descending ladder
There're shadows and light and a descent to a metal floor
With a virtual way out,...
Except the impenetrable dark and an unfathomable fall
There's no moon, or stars, there is just a vacuous waste
Futilely lit, by a rotating beam, that dissipates to a trace
In the light room's sanctuary, there is no time left to bide
Or a way to escape, down, through a trapdoor open wide
For in this see of silence, everything, is cloak-and-dagger
Where only oneirism persists, above a descending ladder
There're shadows and light and a descent to a metal floor
With a virtual way out,...
#dark
#dreams
#death
#night
#shadows
183 reads
Disciples Of Nostradamus
Everything, you think you know, or to which, you are aligned
Does not exist, it's a mirage in a matrix, intelligently designed
Your free will's fake, but maybe, to delusions, you have sworn
The reality is though, you're a vassal, you're a worthless pawn
Within the coercing domains, of AI, gods and climate control
Are their ideologies, that have, or will soon, take a deadly toll
The path ahead is clear though, if you choose to soundly sleep
For the shepherds ways are wiser, if you're in a flock of sheep
But they're fallacious seers, merely...
Does not exist, it's a mirage in a matrix, intelligently designed
Your free will's fake, but maybe, to delusions, you have sworn
The reality is though, you're a vassal, you're a worthless pawn
Within the coercing domains, of AI, gods and climate control
Are their ideologies, that have, or will soon, take a deadly toll
The path ahead is clear though, if you choose to soundly sleep
For the shepherds ways are wiser, if you're in a flock of sheep
But they're fallacious seers, merely...
#environment
#religion
#humankind
#apocalypse
#manipulation
239 reads
'SLEEP' (from dusk to mourning)
..from dusk to mourning...
#dark
#death
#sleep
#SelfReflection
#philosophical
345 reads
Witch's Spittle
She sat astride me, naked and sweaty, at my behest
With her tumbling raven locks and saggy old breasts
And she mocked me, with a cackle, enough to belittle
As I watched her lips drip, with her sour witch's spittle
But I couldn't resist the touch, of her cold, flaccid, flesh
Or her abundant, brittle thatch, like a woven wire mesh
For my need was afire, although she'd chosen, to choke
With her, livery, skeletal hands, compressing my throat
It was far too late, to escape,...
With her tumbling raven locks and saggy old breasts
And she mocked me, with a cackle, enough to belittle
As I watched her lips drip, with her sour witch's spittle
But I couldn't resist the touch, of her cold, flaccid, flesh
Or her abundant, brittle thatch, like a woven wire mesh
For my need was afire, although she'd chosen, to choke
With her, livery, skeletal hands, compressing my throat
It was far too late, to escape,...
#dark
#sex
#pagan
#witches
#orgasm
233 reads
One 1/10 Tenth
Who am I? Because I think I might be somebody else
Held hostage maybe, by bewitching, demonic spells
And who are you? Who is seemingly more than stuck
Being bound, upside down, on a butcher's, rusty hook
Here we are though and apparently, it's just you and me
And that somebody else, of course, making a total of three
We're all together, you're tethered, with our intentions plain
Maybe I am, non compos mentis, but he is one tenth sane
You're gargling in panic, as you hang by your ankles rope
As you lather with terror, you're seemingly,...
Held hostage maybe, by bewitching, demonic spells
And who are you? Who is seemingly more than stuck
Being bound, upside down, on a butcher's, rusty hook
Here we are though and apparently, it's just you and me
And that somebody else, of course, making a total of three
We're all together, you're tethered, with our intentions plain
Maybe I am, non compos mentis, but he is one tenth sane
You're gargling in panic, as you hang by your ankles rope
As you lather with terror, you're seemingly,...
#dark
#violence
#MentalHealth
#fear
#horror
277 reads
A Shade In The Shadows
I awoke, in an unremembered night, or maybe not
To a shade in the shadows and the fetid smell, of rot
Twas a state of non-reality, where nightmares begin
Or the end of rationality, for it has always been Him
Unmoving, I reached out and I searched, for its face
But there was nothing there, just a void, of inner space
There was nothing at all, not even a zephyr of breath
Just the lost memories, of embalming, with crystal meth
I was unfeeling, desensitized, there was no turning back
As I couldn't find what I sought, as grey turned to black...
To a shade in the shadows and the fetid smell, of rot
Twas a state of non-reality, where nightmares begin
Or the end of rationality, for it has always been Him
Unmoving, I reached out and I searched, for its face
But there was nothing there, just a void, of inner space
There was nothing at all, not even a zephyr of breath
Just the lost memories, of embalming, with crystal meth
I was unfeeling, desensitized, there was no turning back
As I couldn't find what I sought, as grey turned to black...
#dark
#death
#faith
#ghosts
#SelfReflection
255 reads
If There's A Heaven
Maybe it's a conjured number, for a beast,
or a clue for where nightmares indwell
But if there's faith in the program, then,
(if there's a Heaven) this must be Hell
For if there're careful calculations, in heresy,
then we must be, illogically, aligned
Or maybe God is an artificial intelligence,
malevolently, intelligently designed
Are all of our memories, pre-programmed,
so we remember to exist?
But if the promise of Heaven unravels,
would we start to resist?
There're answers, in original scriptures, ...
or a clue for where nightmares indwell
But if there's faith in the program, then,
(if there's a Heaven) this must be Hell
For if there're careful calculations, in heresy,
then we must be, illogically, aligned
Or maybe God is an artificial intelligence,
malevolently, intelligently designed
Are all of our memories, pre-programmed,
so we remember to exist?
But if the promise of Heaven unravels,
would we start to resist?
There're answers, in original scriptures, ...
#dark
#oppression
#technology
#religion
#scifi
285 reads
Frisby Mill Lock
There're worse places to be, you can be sure, that there are
In some parallel existence, that's neither juxtaposed, or afar
But here, elsewhere doesn't matter, when you're taking stock
As the waters, cascade through, the disused, Frisby Mill lock
There are better places to be, probably, but they are not here
Stood at ease, upon this bridge, above the cacophonous weir
Its feeder river is obvious and gentle, the meandering Wreake
But here, this man-made tributary, likes to play, hide and seek
...
In some parallel existence, that's neither juxtaposed, or afar
But here, elsewhere doesn't matter, when you're taking stock
As the waters, cascade through, the disused, Frisby Mill lock
There are better places to be, probably, but they are not here
Stood at ease, upon this bridge, above the cacophonous weir
Its feeder river is obvious and gentle, the meandering Wreake
But here, this man-made tributary, likes to play, hide and seek
...
#river
#water
#nature
#spiritual
#travel
228 reads
Bromidic Seasonal Tale
(...just say what you see...)
Come hither now and just say what you see
The path and hedges, the blossom upon the...
If you were there, you'd hear a songbird sing
And would surely know, that this season, is...
Say what you see, what your soul, already knew
That beyond the clouds, the sky, is the purest...
For winter's gone, when the days were glummer
And although it's still only April, it'll soon be...
Come hither now and just say what you see
The path and hedges, the blossom upon the...
If you were there, you'd hear a songbird sing
And would surely know, that this season, is...
Say what you see, what your soul, already knew
That beyond the clouds, the sky, is the purest...
For winter's gone, when the days were glummer
And although it's still only April, it'll soon be...
#trees
#environment
#sky
#spring
#nature
244 reads
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