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I am an old man. I follow a Toltec discipline. I am an amateur poet.

MY POETRY

Consequences
Mind screaming, heart racing...wondering what the fuck I'm facing. Breathing ragged, soul dying...I hear heaven's angels crying. Watching as the lamb of god, is murdered on the altar...
Awful madness running wild, disemboweling those who falter.

Never have my eyes beheld, nor thought such monstrous evil dwelled...
Upon this mortal plane we share, our blood for gods who never cared.
Adramelech makes his way, into this sacred gathering place...
Accompanied by a shrieking legion, souls who looked upon his face.

I watch a smile cross his features, watch him summon more foul creatures.
From the bowels of hell they issue, to feed upon sweet mortal tissue.
Moist cloying stench of manflesh innards, heaps of midden on the floor...
My nostrils weeping putrid mucous, His summoned creatures howl for more.

I wonder now what fevered thinking, what made me bring this nightmare slinking...
Up from the depths of my despair, to do my bidding here and there?
Lust for power caused these actions, too late now to close the door...
Selfish motive behind my madness, doesn't matter anymore.

Harken all you kindred souls, nursing all your foul ambitions...
Power gained from incantations, carries with it fell conditions!

© April, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved

MISFORTUNE

Something awful about her eyes, cold gaze says she'd kill me...
Hungry stare of the soul inside, as if cold wind did chill me.
I hear her screaming frantically, but still I finish with the knife...
I deftly sew her lips together, to bring sweet silence to my life.

Upstairs in my room now, sure that the child won't shout...
Won't interrupt my sleep again, sure that she can't get out.
My sleep has been un-easy, ever since I took her in...
Poor waif she seemed that fateful day, so lost and dreadfully thin.

Slipping on my lounging jacket, turning towards the stair...
My nervous eyes deceiving me, for there upon the chair...
I seem to see the daemon child, she and that awful glare...
Twas but a trick of fading light, no creature really there.

Still rubbing my offending eyes, pausing at my liquor table...
I know that I should try to eat, perhaps later if I'm able.
I pour dark wine into my glass, hand shaking with my fear...
What is that dreadful keening sound, that familiar sound I hear?

Must be the neighbors I decide, that couple and their child...
They have amply demonstrated, that family games get wild.
It's best to curb more subtle thought, I mumble as I drink...
Shocked at my own imaginings, so damn difficult to think!

Another glass to soothe my nerves, yes that is what's required...
A glass that I might fall asleep, this mortal shell is tired.
Sweet opiate this time I think, will surely do the trick...
Absinthe, it will ease my slumber, will dull my senses quick!

Sometime later in the darkness, startled into waking...
What was it that awakened me, set my body quaking?
I sense a greater darkness, something invades my room...
I fear that my precautions, will not forestall my doom.

Why did I not destroy the child, was it courage that I lacked?
Why only seek to limit her, did pity cause me to react...
With misplaced thoughts of parenting, dreams that she could be saved?
Such thoughts now seem ridiculous, would she consent to be enslaved?

Too late now for sad reflection, I feel her claws upon my arm...
Moonlight peeking through the curtain, I see that she intends me harm.
She has ripped my careful stitches, shredded tissue once her lips...
Now hangs lifeless cold and bleeding, her gaping mouth a cruel ellipse.

Green fire dances in her eyes, I see awful mirth reflected...
I understand now...it was a game, I only did what she expected.
I turn away no longer sane, I can't endure her features.....
I feel her rip my throat away, the way of these foul creatures.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Young girl huddled in the doorway...such a lonely sight...
Won't some kindly passing stranger, save her from her plight?

© April, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved

Dragon God

Saturn, visible in midnight skyes... ascends as plaintive mortal cries....
Beseech uncaring ears in vain....this fell cycle must not come again.

Dark vehicle for madness struts....ancient legend, once quiet, stirring in jagged ritual cuts...
In days long past, beyond mortal understanding...Zagan presided, jealous right hand of evil demanding...
Obescience of writhing, unwashed masses...disdaining the rule, driving infernal unholy clashes...
Escalating dementia, speaks in tongues too familiar...lustful designs appear logical, will heaven's innocence surrender?

Corruptors of innocence, betrayers of trust...gaining acendency by default, birthing Zagar's insatiable lust.
Come to him now, you too willing slaves of desire....corruption of beauty, is the price that's required.
Lasting peace an illusion, fanciful daydreams entrust....fragile innocence the admission...left lifeless as dust.
Zagar's rebirth foretold, awful knowlege scarce hidden...wretched man-souls, once priceless, fit only for midden.

The twentieth upon you, arriving in fire....trumpets death to the beauty mortal souls doth require...
Hark you legions, bleating, insupportable excuses...stinking of midden, honor lost among, unspeakable abuses.
The beast, at last, comes round for the feast...promised by prophets, humanity's horror unleashed....
Zagar.....gatekeeper, Leiutenant of Hell....free amongst us again, lies...all he can tell.

Transmuting heartsblood to bitter wine...
Worship mammon, let Zagar's ascendancy shine

©2006-2007 ~davedoom51

Awareness

Ancient walls, patient witness to the fall---of men's desires, uncaring sentinels cast a pall...
Upon all who in their arrogance tread here---those adventurers willing to challenge the dead here.
Past home to gods and their grotesque vibrations---aged walls awakening, craving dark orgiastic celebrations...
As in those times so long ago, dark rituals observed---infernal soul awakening, impressions covetously preserved.

In centuries past, power carelessly weilded here---fell awarenes feeding, dining on mankind's fear.
Appetite for mortal suffering, unappeased---somber monument to avarice, hoplessly diseased.
Soulless blood-soaked structure, growing stronger---echoing cries of lost souls, no patience any longer...
Ancient walls scream out their terrible desire---lust for power, brings the foolish souls required.

Ahh you strutting heroes, doers of great deeds---violent death awaits you, but it fills the needs...
Of ancient existance, warped by selfish depredation---seeking sustenence, from your soul's reluctant donation.
Cunning glamours, this malignant awareness employs---offering nothing of substance, your death it enjoys.
Timeless edifice attracts seekers, vast beyond number---these walls offering only, tortured eternal slumber.

Beware you power seekers, with greed on your faces...
True evil often inhabits, the most unlikely of places.

© july, 2007 ~davedoom51 all rights reserved

Dark Lady

She roams--seeking evil bits and pieces---plucking ruined edenfruit,.coveting cheap carnal releases...
Gown never sullied,depthless soul perverted---desiring adulation from the easily converted.
Roaming the cellars and dark soul places---found under stairways, behind grotesque faces...
Lusting, thrusting, never trusting, her quest appears endless, plans constantly adjusting.

Sweet gossamer pattern, Dark Lady has woven---spider's kiss, impatiently awaiting her chosen...
Traps laid, plans made, worlds for the taking---new world order---mammon's delusion in the making.
Anxious now, foul fluids racing---ancient brotherhood's goal in sight---Lady weary of chasing...
Prophecy's promise, once ethereal---now horribly incarnate---blood and innocence the chosen material.

Rebirth unnoted, sweating bodies endeavor---to obtain promised rewards, now denied them forever...
Gleefully rejoicing, Lady's elation enhanced---by the antics of misguided souls she entranced.
Too late for repentance, infernal obesience required---by this dark queen of chaos, total corruption desired...
Her scheming deceptions, false lingering kisses as well---plans come to fruition---humanity's selfish folly resulting
in hell.

One further depridation is all she requires...
Succulent man-flesh to satisfy her culinary desires.

©2007 ~davedoom51

Daemon-Hound

Panting from extreme exertion...further survival is far from certain Devil's spawn now close behind her...she wonders how the hell he finds her.
Sanctuary far away, chances slim in that direction...
Hell-hound baying in the distance, her weapons offer scant protection.
Once again she finds her rhythm,striving for life's preservation...
Slipping, sliding in her flight...frantic in her desperation.

She doesn't notice in her haste, the drop of blood she leaves behind...
Precious nectar betrays her passage, a scent unique to human-kind.
Such carelessness not tolerated, by the elders of her clan...
Lapses are so often fatal, the result is often death...unplanned.

Stygian landscape offends her senses, still she strives for distance from...
This unholy creature tracking her, she knows the worst is yet to come.
Meantime in the misty distance, night-mare hound has found her spoor...
Succulent blood-scent sets him snapping, his dripping jaws demanding more.

Pissing in insane excitement, tail tightly tucked around his balls...
Baying his obscene enchantment, he listens to foul nature's call.
He tastes the blood upon the ground, yearning for complete fulfillment...
His frenzied brain relays the message, only blood will bring contentment.

Relentless in his fell pursuit, cruel death it takes to calm this brute.
Only then can he return, with her stolen soul to burn.

As she approaches lower ground, approaches understanding's calm...
It seems as if her cares have fled, as if her soul has been embalmed.
Surely she could make her stand here, make her final dance resound...
Show that she is not defeated, make this the place she kills the hound.

As if her very thoughts have brought him, conjured from her fevered dreams...
Beast makes his awful presence known, with daemon sounds and nightmare screams.
She stands alone; tall and defiant, slowly she unsheaths her blade...
Mind racing as she sets herself, relieved now...her decisions made.

As if no distance seperates them, as if his sight were magnified...
He sees the pulse within her throat, dark wishes he will satisfy.
A coughing snarl escapes his lips, as he leaps to sate his hunger...
Quick as thought he is upon her, he is fast but she is younger.

He feels a burning deep inside him, as his teeth lock on her throat...
The blood that fills his mouth is tasteless, all sensation seems remote.
Thoughts of his master's retribution, fill his mind as he is dying...
Last sound he hears upon this plane, the sound of gentle maiden crying.

Pinned beneath the reeking carcass, her life-blood seeps into the earth...
Gore-crows gather all about her, to feed on carnage she has birthed.
Yet she is happy for she knows, it is her soul that she has saved...
Mortal death a price worth paying, courageous souls are not enslaved.

At the moment of her death, even as she draws her final breath...
The goddess whispers in her ear, daughter...I will keep you near.

© June, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved

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At 6:30pm on December 13, 2008, BadPenny619 said…: My dear friends,

Somewhat embarrassing to admit, I'm not getting an annual bonus and Christmas is tight this year. I will be making bedroom slippers for you all as gifts. Please let me know your sizes. You'll most likely agree that it's a splendid idea, and should you wish to do the same, I've included the instructions below.

How to make bedroom slippers out of maxi pads:

You need four maxi pads to make a pair.
Two of them get laid out flat, for the foot part.
The other two wrap around the toe area to form the top.
Tape or glue each side of the top pieces to the bottom of the foot part.
Decorate the tops with whatever you desire, silk flowers (this is most aesthetically appealing), etc.

These slippers are:
*Soft and Hygienic
*Non-slip grip strips on the soles
* Built in deodorant feature keeps feet smelling fresh
* No more bending over to mop up spills
* Disposable and biodegradable
* Environmentally safe
* Three convenient sizes: (1.) Regular, (2.) Light and (3.) Get out the Sand Bags.

I've attached a photo of the first pair I made so that you can see the nifty slippers for yourself....

Awaiting your response. It's crucial that I get the right size for each one of you.