The First Finger: Luxuria by Socially-Suicidal, literature
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The First Finger: Luxuria
I have seven scars etched on the side of my heart,
And five fingers to spare that are inches apart.
No finger, no love, can consume all the lust,
It shall haunt and shall daunt as my dreams turn to dust.
Perverted eyes stare on in worry and fear,
One's balance of clean thoughts, true love living clear.
Between faulting symmetry of bodies left to rot,
Or emotions intimate which pure souls have sought.
So cruel, so mean,
Our stereotypes of them,
This snide joke,
This useless comment,
What kind of civilization are we?
We've all succumbed,
All been corrupted,
By the one little phase,
Hopefully overcome,
By the mature and the trut
earth signs. (tauros, virgo, capricorn) by comatose-comet, literature
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earth signs. (tauros, virgo, capricorn)
i. furnace
sweet Tauros torment, more bullfinch than bull,
you lie dreaming of verdant glades in the cracked
deserts of your palms, but the fertile lands have
been devoured by the locusts of your unhappiness.
pyrrhuline boy, stranded in salt flats and mistaking
mirages for oceans; venus pulses with latent heat,
the scorched earth bares its fissured teeth, and you
think yourself as full of dormant oak trees, vast
pines, when all you rattle with is dust.
ii. masonry
vaulted vestry, carved chest, you are a marble messiah
in a world of cracked gargoyle faces. There is beauty
in each of your straight lines, you are spires, you are
hull
Ethereal children in dormancy lie,
basking in the warmth of Venus' love.
They set ablaze and awaken from death;
piercing the darkness with a cosmic array.
-JOP-
Moon Covered in Scabs by infernosilver, literature
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Moon Covered in Scabs
Nothing begins here
It's just another sunset and another day of regrets
The future of forgotten fortuity
Darkness advances over the horizon again
The balance of the equinox gone
In the wake of creeping nightshades
But this time, I disappear
Fleeing the known world
An escape into the primal
Into a more natural state of misery
Into the woodland catacombs
This forest thrives
On the tears of forlorn youth
That no thrash against the flesh could summon
Neither thorn nor claw
Could ever pull this from the eye
So speaks the torture within
Eden in perpetual mourning
Beneath a moon covered in scabs
Past a decaying grove, several mile
I'm sharpening my life
The elegance of the sword
Is the battle's reward
The dagger's needle eye
Can never be denied
The balance of the blade
Is the Reaper's serenade
Freedom is
One-twentieth of an inch thick
Silver Moses
Divide the river and let me cross
Destruction makes it real
Thanks to the art of steel
While the stiletto devours
It will unleash ultimate power
When the knife speaks
It sings only to the weak
With my hand upon the hilt
I will know the hangman's guilt
I'm sharpening my life
The saber's glimmering arm
Can be the voice of peace or harm
The falchion's charging edge
Is a solemn pledge
And in Excalibur's re
Into dismal splendor
Beneath a sky made of smoke
This is the moribund city
Where angels have no names
And the stars hang themselves
Coils of the virulent horizon
Wind around my rotten little finger
I collect my epidemics
I collect my filthy secrets
Receding into the rabid twilight
My shadow drenched in disease
My pockets filled with rats
Vermin among us
Infect us, collect us
Infectious
Insects inside me
Feasting on all the illness within
The hollow consumes me
Walking across waves of swarming rodents
Into the city's choking heart
The plague demands to be spread
I regurgitate my fiendling brood
An egg sac full of crawling
Self dissection
An escape inside
Stuff another diamond down the hole
Feed my phantoms
They're always hungry
A vicious cyclone of cannibal souls
Hollow home
Just trying to sleep
In a nest of compost and glitter
My hibernal habitat
Frostbitten and forgotten
Where even April mana tastes so bitter
Chimaera crucified
Murder my madonna
Then wonder why I'm always so alone
Powerless and petrified
The myth of self-esteem
Still stabbing the sword into the stone
Knights of never
Kill the dragon
If you can find the head of the bayonet beast
A quest for fire
Nuclear winter
No one knows the danger of what has been unleashed
Angels,
Useless now its purpose long forgot,
In need of refreshing.
Cold, hard, empty chalice
A creek;
A system,
Filled only with the broken promises and obligations,
It's main purpose unfulfilled.
Life's creator abandoning life.
But what is in this empty creek?
Struggling for life in a place where
It is destined to fail,
Tall, green, tips curved in,
A plant;
A hand,
Bending to the breeze, clinging tenderly to existence,
Trying desperately to spread.
One life fighting for life.
Experienced in survival against natures
Life giving force,
Curling, gnarly, twisting roots,
Three oaks and a pine;
Ancient Warriors,
Exposing aged battle
Lighting the Torch of Xeper by infernosilver, literature
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Lighting the Torch of Xeper
Hemispheres in stone uncoiling
Emerging from the hidden half of the moon
I approach your world
Across the pale void of space
Descent through the nightsky
Upon Lucifer's blazing wings
In glorious flight, eclipsing Sothis
An eclipse and a union
Radiant with the flares of Sirius
The Mother Jackal lashes her many tongues
With a shrieking cacophony of ethereal howls
Beautiful damnation symphony…
I have come from the next world
To seek the fire
To collect the flame
To summon my brethren Typhonian spirits
And guide them back to uncreation
When you stare deep into the chasm of space
Searching the emptiness of galaxies
From far beyo