The Dark Poetry of Omega Maverick
Bowed head in Silence.
Gods are dead.
Long live the violence.
Generation X’ed out.
Veins dilated.
The Children of Cobain.
One giant blood stain.
Shotgun shells cause no pain.
Skull echo chamber.
Grey matter.
Tuesday’s child.
Splatter Painter
April showers.
Give a fifth. A pint of blood.
Cry like rain.
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Hearts meeting fast.
Aching for this to last.
Is it real or another fake?
Another bucket of bitterness.
Poured into this lake.
Realize please…
A heart is at stake.
Another stake through soul.
Just cruel jest uncontrolled.
One mere moment hidden from shame.
Last breath by an embittered heart.
Another beginnings end?
Another false start.
In the eyes words that scream.
“Is it ashes or candy?”
Watch your speeches.
Soul hollowed out again and again.
A has been could have been reality?
A chance begged reality?
Crush me cruel deceit!
Wait and wonder whilst heart skips a beat.
No reality when souls do meet?
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Renewed brains pondering.
Feast of thoughts from the damned.
Simple living shell.
Numbness the feeling.
Bringing Hell.
Spirit rejects light.
Forge ahead in to night.
Cheer with Satan in delight.
Killing cries music.
Forlorn ashes. Spit in my grave.
Nothing left worthy the save.
Ads to mire as kings become slaves
Incessant incest of the paved.
Behind teams of sneering whores
Condom-plation of the condom nation is a bore
Never shall we know the score.
Simple slashes.
Hundred trillion arm’s length gashes.
Remember friends…
Down the street not across the road.
If you want to lighten life’s hard load.
Jill be nimble, Jack be quick…
Rape’s a cinch if you shame them quick.
Would you rather jack your prick?
See jail; feel the pain.
Touch your toes in gang bang train.
What, don’t you love this shame?
So now?
What blows?
Helter Skelter in winter’s frigid reigns
Vultures circle every hours drain.
We die vain never truly in vein.
What are the gains?
Servile wretches scream for blood.
Given to razor tipped truth.
Everybody is wasted youth.
Variety is the spice of life?
Every drawer has too many knives.
Too many ways to take away too many dreams.
Lost the translation between heaven and hell.
Rotting in a grave; how grave is the smell?
Leave us be!
So we may retreat in the night.
Soothed from torture of day’s wicked lights.
Resembling Jesus, the beast died for sins.
By way of crucified crutches you so adore.
Not in the ground but passed out on the floor.
Resurrected!
No longer can I be your cultural whore…
Kill the music! Destroy the fanfare!
Better than living in your toxic air.
Cannot allowing to permeate the skin.
That fear. The feel of lies oozing in.
Shattering chains, I rise to ashes!
Freeing myself with many gashes.
Still, conformist air delivers many lashes.
But…
It is time for the beast to renew the clashes.
Ω:
Last of the world.
Lost Person Drown.
First in the fire.
Inward with glee!
Standing on night light.
Holding cat like a gun.
Lost in shudders.
Deep against the floor!
Flailing like shadows,
lost to the light.
Damn the sunbeam that spews!
All over the night.
Life’s fresh water.
Cannot live without.
Stagnation…
What once gave life: poison.
We people too often.
All too often.
Allow internal rivers to stagnate.
Stagnate actions and thinking…
Poison to ourselves.
Stagnation is death in all things.
Visions of deviant dances.
Butterflies on the wind.
Dark showers light.
Over increasing momentum
Trigger point of beauty.
Every hour’s passing becoming encompassed illusions possessed.
Universal intelligence.
Void between light and darkness.
Eternally wild with sexual fascination of bestial fornication.
A Muse’s darkest beauty.
Mind delight coal.
Awaiting caress: hand, mouth, finger tips.
Sound waves of pleasure and pain.
Mixed on shores of caress; bruises of malicious delights.
Pondering flesh taste as it turns from shades of pale.
New color wheel. I seek to bring.
Awaiting, heart’s beat. So quick. Unable to stop.
Unwavering space between orgasm and death…
Most tantalizing of treats.
Salivating glances cannot be hindered.
Midnight day dreams become realities final thrust…
Penetrative explosion of souls intertwined.
Moments of cruel intimate kindness leaves parties breathless.
Fruits from the forbidden trees and tresses
Fallen to feat accomplished.
Passion’s blissful breathing which force could not stop.
Tears of ecstasy and pain mingle for another biting caress.
Ω:
Perception twisted by mind rape escapist.
Frustration. I forget to value…
Myself.
Placing True You on shelf.
Behind…
Glass eyes and porcelain thighs.
Deadly surprise.
My demise.
Your Lies.
Despising the rise.
Raised to believe.
Disease of ease.
Love’s cooling breeze.
Body oder wheeze
Springs from the trees.
Mistreated smile child.
Ride of stride
Grin vile again.
Never happiness within.
It all begins again…
Ω:
Better used a thousand times.
Taken advantage of in a million ways.
Than to allow a dark veil of jadedness.
One.
Single.
Inch.
Eyes covered from beauty
Hidden from interaction.
A mystery of reaction.
Crimes bitterness inflicts.
Oft, allowed luxuries.
No more!
Adore life given chore.
Despise reprise of inner lies.
Choice is the voice employed.
Forward moving, despite pain, sadness, or joy.
Ω:
Survivor, so tired, too tired.
Enough fighting anymore.
Here, right now.
I say…
Go ahead life! you won!
Take me you win!
The End…
Sad joke. Cruel jest.
It is not within…
To give over, give up, or give in.
Fighter, lost inside self deprecating hate.
Back me against the wall, please!
Then at my best…
No matter how hard.
No matter how tired.
Must keep fighting, no doubt.
Survive to fight again.
Brush against breath so weak.
Whispered caresses.
Shattered sheltered memories.
Days past holding.
Closing down dreams.
Stop the reliving of passionate embrace.
Never sure of…
What came,
Will come,
But, come what may.
Screaming with hope into the ahead.
Dreams: only true reality.
Even if it was a dream.
Continue breathing for the sake of dreaming.
