Sexual Poetry ~ Laid in the Movement

by Omega Maverick on 2018/03/17

A look.
Your eyes

Gazing up.

Your motions, mine.
Tell me your stories.
Lies laid in the moment.

Bodies attuned to one purpose.
A universe rendered meaningless.


Machine’s gears pumping.

No beginning.
No end.

Finish/Start: Irrelevant.

Only movement matters now.

Dark Poems ~ A Gift that Keeps on Killing

by Omega Maverick on 2018/03/16

Matches to gasoline.
Words all burn.
Can’t do a damn thing.

Before I explode!

Tearing across the tracks of life.
Bullet from a nun…

A thousand fears.
A million years.
Still no day of rest.

When will you believe?
When will you see?

Unbind heart attack pain.
Stoned dark heart.

The end is the beginning.
Now it is the time for rest.

Plunge a dagger through my breast.

Die forever.
Never forget.

Together for never.
No regret.

Time to burn.
Burnout. Match to death.
Sell the ashes?

Blow me away, today.
Bring me the wounded.

A gift that keeps on killing.

Joy curse attack.
No coming back?

What do you do with your death?
Now that only the struggle is left.

Dark Poems ~ Decay Oppresses

by Omega Maverick 2018, Thu, 15 2018

Once Flesh. I stand rotten. Beauty filth destroyed. Decay oppresses. Corpse mountain groans. Turning dirt dead. We will win. Brethren. Destroy. Those. Once. Us. Play in new window | Download

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by Omega Maverick 2018, Wed, 14 2018

Not wanting labels is akin to, cutting off your feet because they itch. You may alleviate the itch… However, you won’t be able too walk. Play in new window | Download

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Dark Poem ~ A Valley of Spirits

by Omega Maverick 2018, Tue, 13 2018

Floating alone. Dying to stand. Command’s supple breath. Shining vacant eyes. Wandering? No gratitude… Wondering through a valley of spirits. Sullen dances & vicious romances. Never really got they’d get scorned. Bye lost life one may have worn. A valley of spirits walked lightly. Unsightly creatures tread violent shores. Tales of fists before. Grass grows. […]

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Dark Poetry ~ Premature Evacuation

by Omega Maverick 2018, Mon, 12 2018

Reinventing myself. Letting no one in. Hating I for… berating myself. Inseminated with hate! Washing away my youth. Premature evacuation. About to take my hate? Everything I have worked for… filth so deep & clean. Eternal friend or enemy enema? Rage from the beginning. Will it be? There at the end? Cries from within withered […]

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Dark Poem ~ Wash Me Dirty

by Omega Maverick 2018, Sun, 11 2018

Gasping. Wishing. Wanting. Waiting. Hoping: no hope. Overflowing with rage. Concentrating on hate. Only to forget. Concrete hate. Overjoyed. To destroy! Coagulating hate. Fear feeding hate here. Hate, please, washing me clean. Hate, wash away the pain… Relived on by forces unseen. Whispered hate of hope. Hate my friend to the end. Hate wins once […]

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Dark Poetry ~ No More Yesterdays

by Omega Maverick 2018, Sat, 10 2018

Delicate hands of days roughed. Holding close the rainbows; effervescent beauty fizzles away. Reflections etched upon the trees. Doomed from light. Still of night. Soft breeze rattles the brush. Hold on dreams. Never knowing no more yesterdays. The sway of green nestled breath. Moonlight’s prism. Illuminates inner currency. Morally bankrupt. Play in new window […]

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Dark Poetry ~ The Book of Nothingness

by Omega Maverick 2018, Thu, 8 2018

Stained and broken! A welder reattaches my joints. I am to be repaired. Soon, walking down streets. Why are there purple ducks flying backwards? Fields ahead, several men grazing on grass. To the dairy! Women being milked from their udders. Streams and green bears swimming upstream. Gazing rain-coated mountains. Freeze or catch fire? A horse […]

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Oath to Lord High Cheese

by Omega Maverick 2018, Wed, 7 2014

I, worshiper of lord high cheese, of the planet fermented moo milk, The Edible Mold, or The Prince Of Dairy products. He is the child of cow and is brought into this mooing world by the Bucket of milk. Then his processing will come. The farmer says, “THEN THE COWS WILL DISTRIBUTE MORE MILK, THE […]

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