Tag Archives: GOTHIC POETRY

Infernal Machine (poem)

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From the Lingayat of Shivastus Solomonicus

The Abyss Hath stared back into me.  Like Oedipus I want to pluck my eyes from my skull, never to see again.  I have seen inside this infernal machine, I understand its diabolical machinations.  I know its design, its function, its purpose.

The Cross that I bare, The burden of understanding, The guilt of this Forbidden Knowledge.  Knowing is a crime, comprehending the insanity, I cannot tell the cogs and if I did they couldn’t understand and wouldn’t believe me.  The scope is too grand, the unmasking of the Architect whose hidden hand contrived this Master Plan.

The madness of the Human Condition is infuriating, to know the future and not be able to affect it, to change it.  To see the conclusion and be impotent to avoid it.  To undo the error of the beginning.  The nature of this Juggernaut itself must change.  Every sprocket, every gear, transformed, every function perfected, in order for the beast to transcend.  Behemoth to Revelation, Abomination to perfection, a Herculean task to be sure…

It is unlawful to bring light into this world and I am the most wanted criminal.  A world hostile to reason, deaf to logic, blind to wisdom, and incapable of understanding.  Whore ship these false idols of Ego, Money, and a Life of ease devoid of substance, clean on the outside but polluted and putrid on the inside.

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GHOST TOWN (poem)

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Phony, fake, facetious, fulsome, facades,

two-faced, insincere, sarcastic, cynical.

This humiliating redundant insult called life,

the long, tedious, denigrating anal rape of reason,

the cheerful prostitution of the intellect.

This is a living death, nothing to be a part of,

nothing to live for, nothing to die for.

We are all allowed to be just barely alive,

you can have a little stuff so that THEY 

can threaten to take it away if you don’t behave.

I am the most wanted criminal

the Thought Police want me dead,

because I am alive.

Why do we still consider it a virtue to crap forth life?

When the world is this over populated?

Feed all of the starving children today,

and their will be a million more tomorrow.

Perseveration of crazy people,

rewarding failure,

punishing success…

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SEVEN PHILOSOPHICAL DEATHS

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During my first samadhi I had a sensation as though God was telling me a joke and I was the only one in the universe that was  laughing.

During my second death I had a feeling like god was a lonely old man telling himself stories and starting to believe they were real.

During my third death I realized that I was god.

During my fourth death I realized that I was nothing so it didn’t matter if I was god, everything, everywhere, was nothing.
The universe is NOTHING CHANGING.

During my fifth death it was revealed to me that I was love and things came into existence so that I could express my love to myself
in the form of other objects and people.

During my 6th death I realized that there were too many phenomenon in the universe to comprehend.

During my 7th death I longed for the dissolution of my sense of self. I wanted to return to a state of forgetting. I wanted to remember…

forgetting. 

FROM THE LINGAYAT OF SHIVASTUS SOLOMONICUS

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