Submissions by a_frantz (Adrian Frantz)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
On the mirrorīs flipside dissecting the signs of a cursed and dying worldīs prideful and brazen failed attempt at apotheosis.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Feb 2015 9:23pm
15th Feb 2015 9:23pm
Mercurious
Mercurious extravagant rap
Drying souls like the Soviets the sea of Aral
Are you real or not
simple people may ask
Lugos are you a god?
Is your power light?
are divine secrets your merchandise?
you trade pseudo victories for ideas,
at war it's the ideal,
you devised the cage of gold
holding captive lead souls,
Hermes of old despiser of order and law
you're Dracula,
the gallant, charming, blood sucking prince of the wind
which flew on the 18th o' 3 some 13 - 33degree freemason
in a machine called bat. ...
Drying souls like the Soviets the sea of Aral
Are you real or not
simple people may ask
Lugos are you a god?
Is your power light?
are divine secrets your merchandise?
you trade pseudo victories for ideas,
at war it's the ideal,
you devised the cage of gold
holding captive lead souls,
Hermes of old despiser of order and law
you're Dracula,
the gallant, charming, blood sucking prince of the wind
which flew on the 18th o' 3 some 13 - 33degree freemason
in a machine called bat. ...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Mar 2014 9:49pm
21st Mar 2014 9:49pm
The world
The World: is not enough... gone crazy...now i`m back
my world what is that?
a flickering kindled spark on an atom of dust.
my life: a dot, in a forgotten book from the library of the unknown lost,
a bluster in a glass.
Tremendous! at last: i can glance my face behind the mask
alas, how irate and froward is my countenance, full of petulance and contempt!
i cry in resent, my flesh fights against my soul, my spirit abates.
Odd vibrations resonate fading out my memory:
UFOs and dark entities visit my days, scare me...
my world what is that?
a flickering kindled spark on an atom of dust.
my life: a dot, in a forgotten book from the library of the unknown lost,
a bluster in a glass.
Tremendous! at last: i can glance my face behind the mask
alas, how irate and froward is my countenance, full of petulance and contempt!
i cry in resent, my flesh fights against my soul, my spirit abates.
Odd vibrations resonate fading out my memory:
UFOs and dark entities visit my days, scare me...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Mar 2014 8:29pm
21st Mar 2014 8:29pm
Hell Hounds Unleased
out of the umber xeric forests
from various high princes
of the kingdom of air darkness
came forth furiously charging
mad hell hounds spewing
wormwood of blindness
possessing raptured
initiates of magick.
a nefarious society thus was born
based on pseudology and vices
their hearts a nest of thorns
their weapons leaven under a cloak,
daggers in the throat, wars in silence.
with the vulpine intention to partition the globe
they stop at nothing to conquer in mantic fashion
the overall realm three fold controlled by Rome...
from various high princes
of the kingdom of air darkness
came forth furiously charging
mad hell hounds spewing
wormwood of blindness
possessing raptured
initiates of magick.
a nefarious society thus was born
based on pseudology and vices
their hearts a nest of thorns
their weapons leaven under a cloak,
daggers in the throat, wars in silence.
with the vulpine intention to partition the globe
they stop at nothing to conquer in mantic fashion
the overall realm three fold controlled by Rome...
730 reads
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