The Accursed
Insidious acquiescence
To self-destruction’s obdurate will.
Stained the fragrance of a one-time, sweet-water sea;
Sour shadows reside there—still.
Behold the spirit that exudes no light,
Disobliging the urgings of fate;
Perverting formidable energies,
Invoking visions to desecrate.
No courtesies made, no civilities paid
To the dark-eyed gods of Goth;
Contempt, the calumnious currency,
Meted barbarous Yaldaboath.
Ending, as it must, with rancor entwined,
As a transcendent dawn comes breaking,
To twist with convulsive pointlessness
In the cold wind of its own making.
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Patrick McFarland
Excellent! The use of Gnostic undertones are impressive in this deceptively deep piece of (yes) literature. One of the best things I have read here in a very long time!
Excellent! The use of Gnostic undertones are impressive in this deceptively deep piece of (yes) literature. One of the best things I have read here in a very long time!
kath
This poem to me begins by comparing the grubbing about in the pain and muck of an earthly and ignorant existence with the hope for something other, and at the same time questions and is contemptuous of human reliance on the idea of a hereafter which either condones or encourages such beahaviour. Your final verse seems to gather light, a breaking dawn of possiblility, that never comes, owning to mankinds own corruption of the world that brought it into being. Bravo, my friend. Poetry that speaks volumes. :) kath xxx
This poem to me begins by comparing the grubbing about in the pain and muck of an earthly and ignorant existence with the hope for something other, and at the same time questions and is contemptuous of human reliance on the idea of a hereafter which either condones or encourages such beahaviour. Your final verse seems to gather light, a breaking dawn of possiblility, that never comes, owning to mankinds own corruption of the world that brought it into being. Bravo, my friend. Poetry that speaks volumes. :) kath xxx
Liliana Negoi
ohh, very nice! exquisite use of language here :).
ohh, very nice! exquisite use of language here :).
tom balch
A fine piece indeed Chaos, well crafted, and certainly differant.
A fine piece indeed Chaos, well crafted, and certainly differant.
Philip
Well I think you Mastered this form too....Is there no end to your talent?. You climb higher and higher ...Well done !
Well I think you Mastered this form too....Is there no end to your talent?. You climb higher and higher ...Well done !
Lynda Robson
Excellent write here, so well composed
Excellent write here, so well composed
You should really call this some thing like: "Hitch-Hiker's Guide to the Cosmos". An enviable scope & depth of vision reveals itself in this writing as well as other recent poems.