MYSELF HIMSELF

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Evil, good, hero, poem, poetry, villain, wordplay, writing

MYSELF HIMSELF

write myself
a superbad villain

irresistible to women
he stabbed me
through the heart

watched as I bled to death
smoking a cigarillo

or, no, come
to think of it

he was insipidly digital,
pathetically conflicted

he phished and hacked and
virused about
stole
my money through
some backdoor account

online he is
evil incarnate, is
Satan himself

or so he
likes to
think himself

such thoughts as I
consent to give him

FADE TO

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Evil, greed, materialism, poem, poetry, spiritual

FADE TO …

“God help us if it totally fades away”.
Bishop Robert Barron

Oh you concupiscent cunts
what sacrifice do you now demand of me?

I stamp the boards as I
cross the stage
the spotlight suddenly
on them
not me

my role in this tragedy
defines for all time
relived forever

their evil here so gauntly spoken
the valour of costume can by
no means hide

and there we go
curtains close, fade
to black, to white

our three-act humanity exposed for
what it’s worth
the lights now down
the candle out

night enough
for all to settle

sleep to kill, and
we
all
forget

TEMPERATE TERRAIN

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Evil, Fall of Man, Humanity, poem, poetry, spiritual

TEMPERATE TERRAIN

“like a fiend hid in a cloud”
William Blake

No one is innocent.

For a while
the sky expressed this
as if engraved
in stone
as if
a neon sign

and now
nothing free, or
for free

not a vestige of
that original freedom

for human eyes
look only with
thought of dominance, enslavement,
political subjection

power to
subjugate the soil, plant
sow seed
make woman
accept, carry the
scar about her
for that
crime forever
(memory of that
moment of knowing, its insane pleasure
a history of
perversity the
pen of time
will battle to
spin and doctor, religiously conceal,

legality
viability
technicality

a whole new language
from the corpse of
the poetry
with which, in which
we conversed
with the face of God

now it is
all division, splitting, ideology
of binaries

where we stand
on side of
market forces or
forces of
production

left
hand

right hand

no end
to this fight

and blood too, over what the meaning
of divinity facing off with
respectable money-lending

anger there
searing, intense
as laser light

and still we tramp
the planet flat searching for all
lost to us, stripped
from us

the eight billion souls as the world
is forced
to take shortcuts, to

twist all interior shape
into a single sided, mirror slip

Oh let me not get
started on
the nature of that mirror

the pride of our
creation, fabrication
reflected upon reflection
until
horizon disappears

and across that
horizon
a place not
storm-scoured, not
scorched as
the Sun gets horrendously
magnified by
every single toxic cloud

jungle desert
jungle desert

nothing temperate

as we struggled
like the Laocoon of myth
like our own
sorely afflicted Sisyphus

it seemed that nowhere
outside that garden
outside that
true temple
special God place

nowhere now
that Eden is death, is
the Sin we
have inherited

could there be
even a
shadow of

temperate terrain

DARKNESS POEMS

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darkness, death, emptiness, Evil, negative, poem, poetry

DARKNESS POEMS

ROLLER

I took a roller to
my life’s story

so every scene
could fade to gray

dark gray, light gray
forget the fifty
when it comes
to gray there
are but
two shades only

everything just
a reconfiguring
of life’s single binary:
your
triumphant humanity
of the good, truth and
beauty

versus mine of failure
self-deception and pain

***

LAST POEM

they tried
to save
my last poem
but it
did not

want
to be saved
tried
to escape

but was caught
and burnt
for being
insufferable

(I too
feeling
the
glorious
horror
of
fire

as it
went up in flames)

***

DARKNESS POEM

I stumbled into a deep
and terrible darkness

most people
cannot fathom
and yet it is there

a darkness fit
for Styx or
the Stygian premise
that is Tartarus

down through the innermost
regions of Hades to
that place where
evil is singularity
rages
out of control

rips the black wings off ravens
to colour the sky as is befitting
with their
blood
and black feathers

the sky that is
perfect as
expression

of hopelessness
and pain

***

TAKE

take everything you gave me
all the good, the bad
and the really bad

strip me down to nothingness
where there is nothing to
say, nothing to feel

no words to utter
just the
revelation
of a
nihilism
that nothing can answer

***

Mr 9mm

Mr 9mm sidled up to me
started to speak
at point blank
range

enunciated all
the key points of difference
between myself
and the world

when it came to
matters of
belief, philosophy and ideology

no gainsaying that position
countering that argument

***

ZERO PEOPLE

they are the
zero happiness ones

God created them so
you might feel good
about yourself

easy now to
think
there but
for the grace
go I

truth being
they don’t really suffer
after you
have drawn
the important life
lesson about
being grateful
you are
quite at liberty to
dispose of them
gently, euphemistically,
or, as is
way more fun,
with flamethrowers, icepicks,
chainsaws or sawn-off shotguns

for when it comes
to any reasonable definition
of humanity
they are
hardly to be
considered people

are more like those old
clunky cathode-tube androids
from that low-tec science fiction
film and Tv from
the 1950s

born into lives
without love
it is
really a species
of highest, most
caring mercy
to end their suffering
any way you like

AT MY COMMAND

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Devil, Evil, infernal, poem, poetry, power, writing

AT MY COMMAND

the Devil bequeathed me
his book of dark poetry

each page flirting from
absolute zero to
thermonuclear fire
with a blink
in the batting of
a slow mortal eye

and there
I imbibed
and imbibed
to be
armed
to be ready

for a war
of words second to
none on
the horizon
and few, so few
determined
to survive

but the terror of
the dark metaphors
taxed me so greatly,
so
difficult to
get one’s mind around
without
slipping into
madness, brain
shattering as
their truth dawned

let alone to
learn, make mine

stand with the
power of every
single infernal legion
at my command

CATHEDRAL

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Evil, Humanity, poem, poetry, religion, satire

CATHEDRAL

they are at
war with each
other

the two
magnificent
cathedrals

even
as they face each
other, stare
across the street
in hatred, in
open hostility

the church of
mindlessness
and the church
of anti-
humanity

still glowering, plotting
each other’s demise

in a world without irony
no one sees that
they are
in fact
the same
equal reflections
of the one, true faith

SOMETIMES

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Difference, Evil, good, Heaven, Hell, poem, poetry

SOMETIMES

sometimes between Hell
and Heaven
it’s hard to distinguish
(so many
shades of difference)

was summoned to
Head Office to account
for my
peccadillos

listening to the usual: straight and
narrow, military discipline
ya-de-ya

creatures once were birds
without feathers
now curled up
by the central heating

slothfully servile, self-
Indulgent felines

whose alchemy would be
at this juncture kind
of fatal clue

spell out whether in fact (as I figured)
lesser saints, or minor evil dictators
either way somewhat
inconsequential in

the great
antagonism

SLAP DASH

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Christ, dark, death, Evil, Horror, Humanity, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, The Fall, weapons

SLAP DASH

nothing to
see here

certainly not
these nails

very nails
that stapled Christ
to the Cross

and these are the rods
we let fall from space
spears of tungsten
that can
take out a city

(what can God do
against human
weapons?)

see
how it looks
from here

from pock-marked surface
of looney-tunes in June

(need rhyming slang
to follow these terrible trajectories)

stretching ourselves to
the verbal

to
the conceptual limit

we follow the paths
up
down
and around

we are
forced to take

(nothing to see here
move away
it all
so
slap dash
tiger-striped police tape telling
us it must be a crime scene)

ALIENS

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Alien, aliens, dark, Evil, good, Humanity, Light, philosophical, poem, poetry, satire

ALIENS

invasion, colonization,
tutelage

there are only
two kinds of aliens
in the Universe
out in
our galaxy

those which
blaze like stars
mirroring our light

those that mirror
our darkness
our
pitch black
night

we the
very worst
I’d all these aliens

in whose deepest space
these
forever fight

SPIN ON THINGS

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Evil, ironical/comical, poem, poetry, quantum

SPIN ON
THINGS

thank you
quantum things for
giving me such
a unique
spin

on the problem
of evil

my fear of all your
bad stuff becoming
hopelessly
entangled

with all the
equal and opposite
good stuff
of mine