OmniTense/Sinister Poetry Collection

[OmniTense]

From the Edge of the World

From the edge of the world to the last star
Who knew life extended that far?
Look from the darkest corner to the lambent rays
To see the lurid stains of dreamy malaise

Even on Earth's jagged cliffs
We have flown through those realms
That amorphous surf is the dreamer's turf
In that thick black soup we spin

We are able to distend, our disbelief
Our tensions mount or melt, to our relief
We transform ourselves and our scene
To fit fancies and cater to routines

From the oppression and the drear
Into the best possible haze
Of the great Etherial maze
Of deepest darkened space

To the corporeal fears we eternalize at night
To cheat slight and life dies bright
Home is where the heart beats
For me, black pen ink it bleeds

To the bleak sounds we hear
When day is far and night is near
Sounds of stars falling and werewolves calling
Strange that they should boost our fear

Above the roar of the astral hum
To the pulse underneath your mental thumb
Along the cosmic whistles and chimes
It sings above and beyond the times

Oblivion is our desired home
In it we float, dream and swell
Life's little demons are back on earth's hell
There are no problems here

From the edge of the world to the last star
We are able to distend our disbelief
From the oppression and the drear
To the corporeal fears we eternalize at night
To the bleak sounds we hear
Above the roar of the astral hum
Oblivion is our desired home
Our time, it never comes

A lengthy one, that is for the most part, designed to please the ear rather than the mind.

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Simulacrum

I
In a stone cut temple with no windows
It had no eyes, no soul to soil
Only the door to loose light free
Only the door to let men in
II
The invisible columns, tucked away,
Were inscribed with pagan script
Their illegible text, a mock warning,
A fantastic joke,
Intended never to warn a twine
III
They would wander in, like little lost sheep
Wanting only roofs and walls to dry their fleece
Never was a son or daughter saved
From that sepulcher
The doors would slam like a coliseum gate
IV
No muttered prayer or divine appeal
Would echo outside the stone cut walls
The sheep would panic, bleat and whine
Then it would hear the seething hissing breathing
of the Simulacrum
V
In anger, in hate, with vengeance to find
The flock marched in, hoping to win
They brought some light and weapons to fight
All those men, died within, that stone cut temple’s
Walls
VI
An age passes with the scars still livid
The scars then fade away and stretch
back into the skin
On a rainy day, a cold couple, with thoughts
of shelter
Settled inside of the stone cut temple.

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A Penny in My Hand

I have Less Happiness in my heart
Than the greatest among the least
Less than a penny in my hand
Nor Solace in my soul

My debts are called; my name is sold
No man is a man without a penny in his hand
When his will is writ, when he’s gray and old
His pockets are picked and his Fortune told

Let me be burned, If buried at all
Let my line and mansion fall
But give me a penny so that I may smile
So with my father my name will file

[OmniTense]

This poem sums up my entire philosophy in life. This one is SPECIAL!!

Antithesis

Black and white are varied enough
The art is in the mixture and use
When the mix is fine and the texture rough
Black and white do sign a truce

Man's complexion may be shades of gray
But the color and consistency are his fault
For if he teeters towards one or either way
He is doomed to fall or exalt

Why not have just the color white?
For a light too bright will eyes blind
If not black, then no white
They are both a chemistry to the mind

For you would never know the cure
If it were not for the disease
Both maintain their state, so pure
They both, together are an antithesis

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Psaltery of the Soul
To the soul, alcohol does sultry play
And in dizzy sickness, do we obey
In the meadow, mead we drink
And into inebriation sink
Metheglyn, deep and clean
For the brave impassioned being
"By spirits, raise thy spirits"
Or so the barkeep calls

Soaked and soggy we paint ourselves
And in recompense, lose gray cells
Wine, O wine, to taste we refine
And then in flavors do we rhyme
Brandy, brandy the English keep handy
But to the taste buds it's a dandy
"By spirits, raise thy spirits"
Or so the barkeep calls

To the soul alcohol does sultry play
While toxins we imbibe
Or do we, on our deathbeds say
I wish I had not drunk that rye

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My Only True Care

Lost Away, Filed Away
In A Hidden And Forsaken Land
No One Knows Me, Never Will
Unless It Is By My Own Hand

I Look About, To Find My Way
Only To Have My Way Unfound
Maybe I Was Never Meant
To Find Myself On Different Ground

If At Last I Die In Here
Still In Sickness, Still In Fear
My Life Shall Whither Gone
And My Name Shall Disappear

Here I'll Stay, Forever Dead
In a Place of Fear and Dread
My Lifeless Form Left Unmanned
In a Hidden and Forsaken Land

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The Deeper Depths

Deeper than a simple frown, a darker tacit gone to ground
Their smiles held hostage only in theory
A friendlier angel would’ve steered them right
Those love-sick misadventure-ed fools

To these unfortunates there is no comfort to give
Their hearts no longer allow a frail smile’s glee, their joy is grief
Their brains copy and recopy only the darker skies
They’re given over to live only through relief

A kiss can bind a man tighter than ropes
But nothing binds them tighter than hopes

A sadness of a grief recounted again, a mistake or horror you never forget.
A morose swamping coil in which your haunted mind is set.
To bemoan a dreary dreary dark and weary life alone.
To sing-song hum a woebegone long remised love.
Time and time is set to self-hate remember and regret
This mistake and horror which you will never forget.

Yet, Like a phoenix, like a Christ
They pull from the malaise and their senses right
After all, by and by, men are only fools in spite

[OmniTense]

Daisy Cutters

See! Who would know?
Wind, war, oil and coal
Fire, bombs and brimstone
Sad Sullen souls

Who can sit still at all
Go look around!
Hey!
We all know who’s there
Driving our minds

Go lightly thunder
Rain slightly harder
Burn, rain, blow
Cinders cold and tallowy
Hot burning snow

A Mess of hell
Has been unleashed
The threads of life
Tighten…

Who will we call
In times of need?
I don’t care
…No, not at all…

Go lightly thunder
Rain slightly harder
Roll everything in dirt
Scorching flowers
And daisy cutters
Compound death and hurt

[OmniTense]

A Modern Dissertation on Morals Chpt: 1
Pride and Modesty

Harangued in long-term,
Yet, short and senseless ways
Parading morals on flags and pennants
Crying sad pretenseful rays

Here are there morals of a man
Morals of a mortal spec of sand:

Pride is a sinful folly,
For all sagacious sense;
It's disappointment recompense
All shall be sorry for Pride's folly

Pride and Modesty, are kith and kin
They are both, by nature, a deadly sin

Modesty is Honest not
Modesty is Modest not
Modesty, veracity destroys
So therefor, do not Modesty employ

[OmniTense]

This diddy goes out to someone very special...that uh :0 I don't know yet...

Classical Thunder

Classical Thunder in a Pearl Shell
Ivory Eyes to Match the Veil
With Lips of Gold
To Shape and Mold
The Thoughts of the Victim's Mind

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Casting Rain
A Tiny Form
Underneath
The Canopy

Icy Trails
Sloppy Snow
Sloshing
Melting Skin

Goddess Cold
Sewing Seeds of Splitting
Cold and Trickling
Down Her Chin
They Went Tickling

Casting Rain
In the Blue
a small girl
Her Hand Around
A Clump
Of Frozen Ground

“I see
And I know..
That this is mine
This
Frozen Ground?”