Posts Tagged ‘demons’

voices
He hears
He hears
Voices in his head
In his head
Voices from inside
Voices from his mental address
Not like the voices from outside
Pleading voices
Begging voices
Commanding voices deciding choices
Voices in his head
Map out his road through life
Forbid actions
Permit actions
Voices in his head
Voices
In his head
To tell him what to do
If he ever wondered what to do
Might be the spirits of dead ancestors
Or passing demons sweeping out of desert places
Voices
Voices
In his head
In his head
He hears voices in his head
Like a mystical mental radio
Like a repeating verbal collage
He hears voices in his head

pigs

Blue-uniformed blowfly stealing my stash
Moloch embodied with pseudo-military uniforms and bank-manager minds
Evil hollow fascist stealers of the sunshine in my heart
Crucifiers of Christ with their violence and their racism
Suburban nazi nice-hair getting in my face
Why don’t they go and bust some meth dealers
He says ‘Do you have anything on you?’
Fuck off pig buy your own damn drugs
These are mine
They cost me sixty bucks
And now you’re going to send me a fine
Which I won’t pay just to stick it to the man
Give me back my drugs you fucked up Nazi cunts
They would have soothed my brain to happiness in the late night anal darkness where spectral armies march across the war-field of my consciousness
They would have taken me to golden meadows of delectable satisfaction and calm green sunrise hallucinatory mull-fields
They would have inspired me to write cabalistic poems and howl at the midnight moon like a Wookie
They would have taken me through a tea-head trip of intricate pastel colours and conjured up an anxiety-free life
They would have enabled me to hear the song of Ginsberg renewed naked, innocent and genitally holy
They would have bathed my brain in THC and ripped out my inner demons
Give me back my drugs you fucked-up Nazi cunts

Devils

Posted: May 7, 2014 in poetry
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Demons
I wandered to an ancient cave in a mountain on a plain,
Around the cave entrance were Aramaic inscriptions, warnings of doom.
Within were creatures with fangs and eyes in no rational proportion,
Uneven face ratios asymmetrical and strange,
Wriggling over each other like maggots in pus,
With tongues and lips grotesque and mangled protrusions of flesh for no purpose besides the bearing of a horn,
And assholes sucking and blowing filth covering them like pustules.
The noise they make is unspeakable,
A howling growling hullabaloo,
And the stench is unbearable from the writhing wriggling expulsions of filth.
Hiding in a forgotten corner of the world, vanishing in an instant to lurk in the hearts of the innocent,
Each one is a blackening the warp and weft of the web of reality.
Their names are many and they serve one master with an awful creed.
They whisper hate and madness into the soul of the unsuspecting sinner.
The ruler of this world of suffering and sorrow,
Knows each one by name for they are his creatures.
But the darkness will not devour the light,
For there is a saviour truer than law, brighter than sunlight, aching with love,
He will redeem us from their power.