Poetry Visualized

A Forgotten World

A reading of an original poem by myself: Let me tell you of a forgotten world A long lost planet, which no longer twirls The rotation is dead, the sun has blow out The oceans runs still, no moving about The sky is dark yellow, disguising and vile Bringing to mind thoughts of thick bile It’s eerily quite, no sounds to be heard No blue birds chirping, no spoken words The foliage once living is now shriveled and curled This is my forgotten world

Lapse of Sanity

Lapse of Sanity
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Paths of darkness in the imagination,
trails of paranoia and fear.
The little voice in your head says;
"Dont look here."

Dwell upon this road with caution and care,
the circles are straight, nowhere is there.
Reason is abandoned lost in pure thought,
emotional disarray is all that youve got.

Laugh with the demons and cry with your God.
Insanity becomes normal and normalcy odd.
Tears here are wasted, a salt of no meaning,
breathe in and exhale, in silence your screaming.

The devil may care and show you the way,
from the darkness of night to the light of the day.
But here in this corner, in the cobwebs of your mind,
can you divine between God and the devil you find?

What cost is your life, your reason, your hope?
What care do you have as you flail and you grope?
As you reach for the last tendrils of lost self, of lost vanity,
Are you prey? Or do you pray its just a lapse of sanity.

Nights End

Happy Halloween! All hail our beloved Snick!

PUNTA SPARTIVENTO by E. San Juan, Jr.

Rendering of a poem in Filipino by E. SAN JUAN, Jr. (published in SALUD ALGABRE AT IBA PANG TULA by E. San Juan, Jr., University of San Agustin Press, Iloilo, 2007; and with accompanying English translation in BALIKBAYANG MAHAL:PASSAGES FROM EXILE, North Carolina: LuLu.com, 2007).

Thrall

A gothic tale of blood and lust

So So Serious

So So Serious
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

On a pretty, pretty bauble of blue in a universe of infinite
brilliance, awash with galaxies, nebula and folded time.
A grain of sand yells with all its might…
Look here! Look at me! Look at me!

Life is a beach and sand is the oil that grates existence.
A squeak in the wilderness unheard in a trillion light years.
A quark upon a path, upon an atom, upon a pawn.
I am significant, I am, I am!

Strike up the band, play Melancholy Baby one more time.
Orchestrate Heavens beat with the wings of angels,
and the dissonance of Hell. Come on baby light my pyre!
Give peace a lance and dance to the beat of the drums of war!

If a star goes nova and no ones there to watch.
Does it really happen? Dark matter, matters darkly,
and gravity eats light. God’s entree’ is prepared.
Fricasseed humanity a la mode.

The burden is so, so serious, so, so right.
So, so delirious and so, so delight.
So so, conceptual, so, so fine.
So, so serious and so, so divine.

Colonel of Truth

Colonel of Truth
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

The Colonel of Truth was upbraided by the General of
Malaise today for rubbing the privates the wrong way.

And the shadow looms dark upon fancy.
An extinguished lark, a dying flickering illumination,
a once bright aura, dimmed grim… moaning internally.

Come now melancholy embrace the gloom,
feed upon the cold black… writhe in anguish
and seep into depression, endure the pain.

Deep within the core there is a hunger for dissatisfaction,
for surely if ever satisfied, it will be the end.
Light will once again darken wretched desperation.

A soul rises burning and sets burning,
so cold… its heat is black ice.
A fuel of the fire that enlightens.

Warm is the heart that beats and is strengthened
by such contradiction, joy is elation that consumes pain.
The insatiable spirit… and its divided allegiance that is life.

"But the ladies sir! They, they, they…"
"Come this way… Colonel, we must manage to side
step offensive maneuvers and defend our privates."

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NOTHING STOPS TIME LIKE A KISS NOTHING STOPS TIME LIKE A KISS… LEAVE IT TWO WET LIPS TWO UNLEASH EACH MOMENT… TOUCH TONGUES AND TIME WON’T RESIST… THE SEA SUNS UNWIND TO UNVEIL TIME’S NOTION… REGUARDLESS OF WHAT WE INSIST… THE ESSENCE OF TIME EXPANDS LIKE AN OCEAN OF LIGHT WHERE ONE BODY TWISTS INTO THE PRESENCE OF LOVE’S SACRED DEVOTION WHERE WE MAKE THE TIME JUST TWO KISS… THE FORCES OF NATURE PRESIST… AND SUDDENLY RAINBOWS EXIST… BRIDGING THE DISTANCE THAT BORDERS THE OCEANS THAT SIGH/CLONE EACH TIME WE KISS OUR BODYEASE ONE SHORE EMBRACING WAVES MOTION AN ISLAND WHERE SILENCE EXIST… A CALL*DRONE OF STARS WHERE WE MIX TIMES POTION… NOTHING STOPS TIME LIKE A KISS… EXCEPT YOU/R RADIANT LOVE THAT NO TIME APPROACHES MYTHOLOGICALLY EVER EXIST… AS A DREAM OF THE GODS AS A SAGE/IS DEVOTION… NOTHING STOPS TIME LIKE A KISS…

Beast Upon the Bones

A dark fantasy...

Dark Circus

Dark Circus

On display tonight,
you just can’t miss the show.
A wistful bright lite,
goes out dont’cha know.

A tormented soul that wants to die.
Laugh with us as we watch her cry.

A beautiful lass, contemplates the blade.
A hanging, a gun, a sip of night shade.

Jeer at her when she has second thoughts.
Encourage the insanity her own mind has wrought.

She’s only 14 and has a broken heart,
For only 5 dollars you can tear her apart.

Get in her head, she’ll never wed.
All the boy wanted was to get her to bed.

One night only.
This you gotta see.
A young virgins death,
for such a small fee.

For 5 dollars more, for you we will pour,
her blood in a glass.

This dark circus has class!