Friday, August 5, 2022
Thursday, August 4, 2022
shitkickers - original poem
shitkickers
he's a golden specter
an avatar of disgust
holding on
to childish tendencies
dreaming of ripcords
and chainsaws sawing
through gargling
putrid corpse guts
in a blazing cove
under witch-hazel trees
deep within the shadows
of his Powerball play
mind moves
the darkness swells
in octave steps
slapping his skull
with a leather-gloved hand
so he decides
to head to the pier
grind up the Morningstar's
fresh new carcass
and destroy the evidence
vanquishing
his first death
into flaking maroon bits
and a collected
severed head
dipped in methanolic flames
atop a Babylon
of ochre bones
dusted by graveyard dirt
and stacks of sorrel
bio-organic crumbs
stomped out of existence
by black shining
shitkickers
LINK: https://allpoetry.com/poem/16464936-kickers-by-Colvet
Wednesday, August 3, 2022
liber lux - original poem
liber lux
the five points
will lead me to augoeides
through the axis of enchantment
opposing intentful invocation
crossing the arches of divination
abound from the river of evocation
where both
the powers that eat
and the powers that be
push onward through gnosis
in pliant aether bubbles
towards the tip of liberation
in hopes of meeting augoeides
within the schema
of liber lux
LINK: https://allpoetry.com/poem/16609885-liber-lux-by-Colvet
Tuesday, August 2, 2022
Monday, August 1, 2022
untitled #12 - original poem
untitled #12
women
can murder minds
with psychotropic specialties
abscessed emotional flows
cunning in their waveforms
men
possess the power
to kill bodies
crush bones
with blunt objects
and brute forces
direct and intently
with each puissant blow
both
can outlive the opposer
overcome the loss
or discernable excess
of the other
a two spirited body and soul
can never be destroyed
never laid to rest
an anomaly
and eternal wanderer of love
visitor of unpassed paths
etched through
a configuration of stars
on an invisible
parchment paper map
adhered firmly
to a mucusy black bandana
folded up
in the back pocket
of the creator himself
directing traffic
on bustling city streets
in denim overalls
and a shiny reflector
lemon yellow vest
and orange yielding
handheld signage
LINK: https://allpoetry.com/poem/16461430-untitled--12-by-Colvet
Sunday, July 31, 2022
misnomer moniker - original poem
misnomer moniker
I curse
the emotional warfare
eternally amongst us
suppressing us all
from the truths
of the universe
hidden under the guise
the misnomer
the moniker
of D - S - M
see truth supersedes
any diagnosis
no matter how formal
or self-constructed
it is just that
some of us
prefer the gems
tucked away
in the folds of the earth
while others
angle their heads
solely toward the sky
necks crinkled
knees buckled
eyes blinded
LINK: https://allpoetry.com/poem/16460654-misnomer-moniker-by-Colvet
Friday, July 29, 2022
cellar dweller - original poem
cellar dweller
The cellar dweller
is he who has wisdom
and it has been prophesized
that he who holds wisdom
dearly to his chest
in a little locket
of loved ones ashes
wonders not of the beast
and desires not
to ever witness his true form
for nothing in Hell
lives without man’s consent
all that is evil
must become shackled
by fateful retributions
scribed in colored lights
woe onto you
the cellar dweller
if it is truly he
who gives the beast form
in fervent shrewdness
for to contemplate evil
is to bring evil home
and I regret to inform you
all the lights in the house
seem to be on
visible from the sidewalk
good luck tonight
lonely cellar dweller
amen
LINK: https://allpoetry.com/poem/16459445-cellar-dweller-by-Colvet
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