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. http://traffic.libsyn.com/hellisfull/069-TBW050-NoMoreYesturdays.mp3Podcast: 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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Poetry ~ Cutting Red Butter with a Cold Blue Knife

by Omega Maverick 2018, Tue, 6 2018

One moment. Ember becomes flame. One second. Match strike ignites. One hour. Pulse beats faster. One sentence. Can changes a world. One paragraph. Illuminating. One word. Defies all reason. One life. Ethereal. One day. All it takes. One heart. To beat again. http://traffic.libsyn.com/hellisfull/065-TBW046-CuttingRedButterWithAColdBlueKnife.mp3Podcast: Play in new window | Download

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Dark Poetry ~ The Valley of Rot & Plague

by Omega Maverick 2018, Mon, 5 2018

A valley of rot and plague, makes me hold my breath, till light headed visions drain. Eyes dead. Their words. Transmissions garbled. Rot and decay bring, clean bright death. Falling into a creeping light. Must run! Communicable mediocrity. Their rot! Their filth! Look in to hallow eyes. See empty shells! Run from the plague! Run! […]

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Dark Poetry ~ Harsh Realities

by Omega Maverick 2018, Sun, 4 2018

Break into this prison. Created for myself. Force through walls. Cremated memories. Reinforced by iron. Too many times to mention. Harsh realities. Making way into convalescent existence. People walk by forcing decay. Please, free me, from this hell… http://traffic.libsyn.com/hellisfull/063-TBW044-HarshRealities.mp3Podcast: Play in new window | Download

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Depressing Poetry ~ No Shelter for Angels ~ 2

by Omega Maverick 2018, Sat, 3 2018

Scarred eyes of rigid dogma. Torn hands nails driven deep. No shelter for angels. Wings became shattered dream. Angels sheltered tears. Made of lies. Inside that danger laced mortal face. Powdered lines of white washed waste. Tattered life spaces, lived in fearful places. Total disgraces. All. http://traffic.libsyn.com/hellisfull/062-TBW043-NoShelterForAngels2.mp3Podcast: Play in new window | Download

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Dark Poems ~ This is My Fortress

by Omega Maverick 2018, Fri, 2 2018

Fire flames. Barbs of steel. Barrier of glass. A cube. This cube. Will this be my last? Inner rage. Slithering in spirit. Restraints: rectangle or octagon? This is my fortress. A love of word in print. A wish you find malevolent. Inside this hidden cabin I have built. Brought down by words as they are […]

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Dark Poetry ~ Make It Blind

by Omega Maverick 2018, Thu, 1 2018

I spray putty! I shoot paste! I look outside… it’s a disgrace. Use, brutalize, and rape one blind. For what? So… they feel better at dinner time? So… look at them with wide open eyes. It is they whom they despise. Injecting waste, filth, and muck. Rape a soul and make it blind. Now, please, […]

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Dark Poetry ~ The Breathing Dead

by Omega Maverick 2018, Wed, 28 2018

Fires in the drain of life. Nothing else to hope for. See the grand scheme! (too many overlook what is different; the small.) The breathing dead. Totally forgotten. Look to the stars… A sky of ants playing at dusk. Wondering what’s worth saving… Too many too few. But, it will all pass without me. My […]

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