Weltschmerz: The man worn down by the world's ills.

  

Weltschmerz: The man worn down by the world's ills.

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Looking for answers in this

The blackest of all pits
filled with bitter but sometimes sweet-tasting human emotions

Illuminated by the flickering half glow of this fading miners lantern

Sat by my burning coal fire at four am

I write these few words down for future inspiration 

To encourage me 

Before I flee to try to get through whenever 

I feel the need to subdue the sharp pang of my apotheosis of all old friends 

With dangerous malt whiskey 

 

The one who ritually visits who I call Mr. Damnation 

 

For to be able to hear you whisper 

So be it again

 

I'd be driven crazy 

As I caress your precious velvety memories and admit to that grim-faced shadow of a man

 

My own perpetual stalker 

Who's staring back in this faded old black mirror 

Whispering that I should try to carry on

As I think back to those happier times 

When we might have had a chance to be optimistic like so many

 
But just like every other third couple 

 

Who met and tried to stay together

While wading knee-deep 
in newly discovered rivers of uncertainty 

Through trial and error 

 

We were tragically pursued by the real broken ones 

Those living in painted white houses 

With twitching grey curtains made of cheap-cut lace

 

Those who deem themselves to be

The Beautiful Ones in Society 

 

The polished and the preened 

Strutting about with all their treacherous 
airs and graces

Just to be seen

 

We were unjustly discriminated against by feverish lions 

Those sad losers 
Who deemed our liaison

 

To be tainted and under their covetous judgemental eyes

To be on so many levels

Immorally corrupted and dangerously fragmented 

 

But to you, my beloved

 

Now erroneously judged 

Likened to a corrupt 17th-century museum 

Filled with pagan occult pictures

By a cancel culture fuelled by heathen convictions

 

My soon-to-be obsolete heart still sings 

As it remembers those wild crazy days and passion-filled nights

When we stood firm and issued 

All those endless FUs with such excitement and rage

 

How we then ran away from Deep Dale

With anything, we could muster and carry

 
Caught a flight North and got married

 

Went to Las Vegas
Booked into The Bellagio 

 

Cruised the Strip and made wild drunken oaths 

To each other that we'd never be tempted to go back

No matter what news or stories we heard 

Broadcasted over the TV or radio 

 

I hope tonight as I close my eyes for maybe the last time 

As my lifelong friend

Doc Dupont says my last prayers and rites

 

If you didn't know I guess it's time to confess

You were always my life’s 

True one and only 

 

And I truly understand why you left

It's not easy trying to live with the news 

Of both of your parent's sudden deaths

 

Even though after all these years since you've been gone

My heart still skips a beat 

For I know my love channeled 
through my treasured memories 

Will soon
To you flow so damn easily

 

Reuniting you with those incredible few years

When we  escaped to The Bellagio

And lived together 

For a short while to renew

 

Free from the long reach of The Beautiful Ones 

So peacefully  

 

And now as I reflect

I never knew lonely 

Until I lost you

 

(C))

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Weltschmerz, from Welt (“world”) + Schmerz (“physical ache, pain; emotional pain, heartache, sorrow”).

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I'm such a teller of tall stories.

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Love Struck

 

(A lone voice whispers)
 

The last time I saw you 

Triggered the cataclysm of 

An unquieted mind

As I tried in vain to decipher my own 

Codex Consecratio

To overcome 

And conquer 

My own self-deprecating 

Code Red

For

You are my dangerous solo

Mission 

My one-way ticket 

To Loves

Dark side of its many crimson prisms

And Wolf Moons

Empowered by that ruby ticket

I dream to manifest 

And wait until the 

End of Days 

At your much-sought-after side

For I have been metaphorically 

Blindfolded and willingly

Cohersed and

Dragooned

For I’m but a naive hostage

To you 

My penance 

To serve my own red devil on Earth 

In human form 

My happiness and dark majick

Contained in but one

My Scarlet Lady 

Without any notions of fears

Or that human weakness 

Betrayed through wet tears

Am I but a pitiful man 

Some may say in hushed whispers in familiar secret backrooms 

That I'm tied and lashed to your 

Never-ending burning

Crosses Of Gaslighting

 

And infernal 

Damnation's 

Overflowing 

And drowning in deep rivers of tribulations 

Forever embroiled within 

Lost lunacies of Dark Confessions

Centered around and circling love

Do I speak in unfathomable tongues

Am I indecipherable

Is that why you

Leave me lonely 

Always

Soaking in this painful red symphony

 Filled with feverish octaves which ambush my weakened soul

 In waves

Awaiting the much sought-after days 

That you always promise 

When you say

I'll finally appear as your own

Red churches

Self-imposed 

Crimson 

Altarpiece's 

Only 

Epiphany 

Because someday

In the future

You'll miss me

(C)

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Lady Judgment

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In the darkness 

Simmering with sweet  sensations 

And wild vibrations of seductive sin 

She comes 

Slowly

Walking in

Swaying her sassy hips 

To the rhythmic beats of the pequeyo drums

Eyes flashing like rare blood diamonds 

Caught in a full moon's headlights

My Lafeta Le Fey  

Her dark eyes take in 

The sight of my hard skin  

As she looks over my way

That even the wind stops blowing 

And breathing in

Wearing nothing 

But midnight black

Underneath her leather coat and yellow hat 

I lie in wait  

Awaiting my fate 

For tonight 

Lady Judgment

A devourer of souls

Is staying the night

(C)

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Quite a deep poem.

In the quietness of solitude, do we judge ourselves in reflection?

Lady Judgment is just a metaphysical poem conjuring that thought into being.

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The Cry of the Pagan Queen

  

(A lone voice whispers)

With wide crystalline eyes

Fluctuating between ever-shifting layers of happiness and fear

 

Ever watchful

With piercing orbs of tranquil blue 

So deeply captivating whispering in their echo chambers

I really see you

 

I compose this small golden trinket 

To some a tiny poem

But to those in the know

A spell

Whilst lost in the yellow sands of time

 

As I swirl through this fluctuating vortex

 

Will you read my offerings

As your minds listen to my gift of meter and rhyme

 

Can you feel that quickly rising crescendo of desire

Willing you to burn forever in my molten flames and yell

Inside internally

 

A new means to help extinguish those painful fires of 

Such misery still found upon

Those tired old redundant roads of humanities dark traits

You may still walk on

Will you pray to me and implore for more

To push open the once-locked doors between us

Shall I welcome you through my red gates

My new neophyte to sit by the Babylonian River to talk

Do you seek a pathway through the dark woods

 

To walk to a sacred place where you are sensuously

 

Bathed and embraced

 

As we read you and see all those distant places

Where you once courageously visited and stood

Do you dream of entering such a safe and unjudgemental sanctuary 

Hidden within divine branches and creeks

Where you are perpetually energized 

And no longer feel weary 

Unloved or weak 

Do these sudden paroxysms turn your emotions

Once cold as ice to a new fire

I merely still ask

Will you take my hand forever

 

To walk past these dying lights of midnight

To a new realm 

Filled with such hushed and unexplored mortal and spiritual delights

What says you

Shall I come about two to collect you

(C)

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The Ministry of Ezekiel

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(A lone voice whispers)

This is to you my lifes white feather

Now my lifes sunsets are spent and sunk forever 

For at the end of all my once long rigorous days

I now stand lost and lonely 

In these dark woods

Like Puck in a Missouri daydream that's all mine

One where my heart would beat on perpetual fire if it could

One with my ears filled with whispering spellbinding words

That no longer take me higher

And when the ever-watchful Moon retires

I always watch from here

Behind the silver shimmering barrier 

Of The Great In-Between 

And think as the new Sun of the Living 

Rises

Are we all simply silent prayers blowing

Like soft tender snowflakes

In an endless night

Each carrying quiet songs filled with woe

Love and all human emotions that make us glow 

Skywards

Just to be lost in whirlwinds of Heavens glittering golden dust

Symphonies of hearts ablaze

And screaming for someone to just love and trust

And even though now my time living has expired

I still feel rapturous but always blue

As my now silent heart tries to sing love songs

For just you

I know as long as I still exist in here

As tall as the high nights and as long as the wide days 

I hope my God-given prayers

Will be answered with my souls cries to be rescued

For when the final sunset has gone and died

And this dark night I wander in

Stalks all the lands

Even your lands

When the low Angelic Drums 

Announcing The Book of Revelations rumble

And the old black and white pianos start to sing

Declaring openly the arrival of Seven Angels foretold

When the eerie white noise 

Between the Living and the Dead is no longer cold

And falls like a crimson stage curtain 

Once again I pray I'm certain 

Hopefully 

I’ll stand like a Tolkien King 

Proudly on the Tired Bridge of Broken Dreams 

With you as my newly returned queen

Living in a new scene

Beyond the barriers of The Great In-Between

Where my broken heart no longer screams 

As we watch the Purging on Judgement Day

Of all the Immoral 

Tainted and marked with the many forms of its seductive disease 

Standing strong and happy like Megara and Hercules 

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Eternal Dreams of Jeremiah

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Can a divine spark

survive through furtive exchanges between two lost, but reunited old souls, separated by society or other otherworldly barriers?

Some ask me

In here

So let's see

For

She always stands quietly 

In the falling rain

In the lower levels of

The Great In-Between

Like a lost white feather

Swaying in its four winds

Consummation of longing

Between our enchanted

Eyes speak

A familiar secret language

But now spent living

I always

Find a way

To connect 

For you see

I always see her in my

Mysterious

Music filled

White Room

Just by Imaginations

Purple and green seas

In my deepest of dreams

That mysterious lady just

Across the blue portal

Just spiritually living

Next door

Now that I'm immortal

Who knows not what

It truly means

As she stands

Patiently waiting

On unvisited

Sandy sea shores

All those silent sultry exchanges

In vibrant lucid poetic dreams

Between two enamored beings

Where

Her dark eyes

Always holds me so still

But I never fight

Or resist

For

I just love the energy

The seductive electricity

The visceral scent and

All consuming exhilarating

Thrill

As

She always slowly

Undresses me

In that White Room

With light invisible touches

Her deep hypnotic eyes

Devours

My form completely

Never discreetly

And there her higher self still

Stands over the bluest of

Oceans 

Waiting to enter Dreams Astral Portal

Alone in the falling

Summers

Warm rain

In the lower levels

Of The Great In-Between

Staring into the distance

Does she want me

To fly over and sweep

Her off her sand clad feet

And then

Escape to newer streets

Into a new realm

So far away

To

Lay entwined in bed all-day

Sipping expensive champagne

Exchanging deep conversations

United

Once more

Within a new nation

Under the full moon

As our hearts beat

And constantly sing

But as always 

He

Comes and

Breaks the spell

With his deep booming

Summoning yell

And as she blinks

And still stares at me

Through rain-swept eyes

Before she goes

I secretly know too

What she knows

That

Morpheus

The Greek

Who is the Gangmaster

Of all who sleep

Is summoning us

Home

I smile as I begin to slowly

Vanish

As my frequency loses hold

But we both know

This is simply a

Part of a new form of living

Until her time to truly step over

Having deep dreams

For we are but

Beyond the norm

For

We'll reappear

Tomorrow

Even though now

We're been quickly

Banished

In a new form

For every night

We sleep

Our unspoken love

And unbreakable

Friendship

Is but constantly

Reborn

Even though

Meeting in flesh

Is a sacred thing

We secretly mourn

(C)

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Babylon.

 (A lone voice whispers)

I once heard a wild story of a rebellious seductive woman

Hailing

From somewhere dark

Down West Side

East Washington DC

 

Lost somewhere

In the middle of a seemingly neverending night

  

While drinking expensive whiskey

After I landed from leaving my old life behind 

In Corpus Christi 

Wondering 

As I drowned my sorrows 

If my old love from Russia

Katalina Brzezinski

Would ever miss me

You know the ones

Those good old loose Mephistophelian nights

 

A story about a woman 

I heard

Who whispers so softly

It said

So captivatingly 

With magical words

If she only spoke your name

 

But once

No matter what you're drinkin'

No matter what you're thinkin'

What you’re wearin

Man or woman 

At the end of that long 

Good old 

Dark 

Seemingly endless Mephistophelian night

 

No matter how hard you

Fight

 

How hard

You look for her shadow

Over your shoulders

 

Left or right

After she's gone 

If she only speaks your name

No matter what pain

You’re going through

At the time of your naming

You’ll just be another poor

Tainted soul

She’s just done with claiming

 

I once heard of a New Age mystic

Now know it was her

When I was younger

In my prime

And drinking red wine

Lost in Downtown 

Memphis, Tennessee 

 

Lost somewhere 

Whilst talking to one of her devotees

Called Louie

In a backyard club

Filled with flashing strobe lights 

As The Eagles played live

Their mythical 

Hotel California 

In the middle of that night

That good old apocalyptic Mephistophelian night

 

He talked of a dark-eyed Bayou goddess 

Of who I should beware 

In these parts

A woman 

So beautiful beyond all compare

Who whispers so softly

So captivatingly and seductively 

To all who dare stare

And if she only speaks your 

God-given secretive name

But once

No matter what you're drinkin'

No matter what you're thinkin'

 

At the end of that dark seemingly endless voyeuristic night

It’ll be your soul

She’ll be wearing as a new fur coat

Before 

Riding out onto

The Great Cosmic Plains

In her Ford Mustang GT

As her Pale White Horse

For she heralds the dangerous Age of Cataclysm's

And when I was told

That unholy truth

Oh why didn't I learn

 

For her sweetly spoken words to me

Now heralds a

Bringer 

Of a New Dawn

Of

Divine Encounters

 

The furious fire and the crazy fury before 

The Great Sensuous Cleansing

 

A new Genesis for the Flesh

Before True Peace and Love

Can return

 

I once spoke beer brave

To that wild rebellious woman

Sitting with the aura of a blazing midday sun

In corner of an empty bar 

Smiling like a snake charmer 

In Down West

East Washington DC

 

As she drew me towards her

Then whispered so softly

So captivatingly 

And spoke my spirit name

Making me feel like I was drowning

Swirling 

Lost 

In her souls

Ever-expanding 

Universe's bright lights 

And these are my last words

That I'll ever type

As I now patiently wait

Like Louie

Another of many new slaves of her New Age

For her rhythmic 

Two one Two knock 

On my front door

For after she said my God-given secretive name 

That night 

Outside Bar 32

As we French kissed in the falling rain

And all I can now do 

Is wait in vain 

For my poor soul has been well and truly claimed

By Babylon

And my soul purging and grand cleansing

Has just begun

My own version of a new Genesis

Now I'm alone 

But patiently waiting 

Hiding 

But just staring out

In the long shadows

Watching for my dark-eyed Goddess 

Called Babylon to arrive

 As the morning sun rises

(C)

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The Lone Disciple Speaks

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Are you
Like a lone bottle 

A rare Nebuchadnezzar 

Floating in the middle of the blue sea 

A lonely spirit who can think of no other greater devotion 

Then being the yellow sandy beach

To parts of a seemingly never-ending 

Undulating ocean 

Like a white feather blowing randomly in its four winds 

Filled with emotions 

Are you one of the Blessed who are also the Broken 

Who must endure 

The dark clouds
And waters of damnation 

In slow motion 

The kind who hides in long shadows of commotion 

Those deemed blind and impure by mankind 

But always secretly looking for a cure 

For
Blessed are those who cry out 

For a form of rescue
As life pulses and tests you 

Blessed are the ones who suffer from love withdrawals 

Linked to quarrels of joy and mirth

Here
Hidden 

Just somewhere
On Earth 

For I will make them Most High

Said The Lord 

Blessed are the stranded
Castaways filled with despair 

As they sit there
Crying in silence 

Thinking no one cares
Upstairs 

Blessed are those love torn who shake their fists in fury 

At the watching heavens
Angelic jury's 

Cursing them 

Slowly dying
Feeling cursed 

Before their spirit bursts

 
And they end up in a shiny black hearse 

You are not alone
For I'm empty in spirit too 

Broken
And I see you 

For
We are kin 

Two strangers
Walking hand in hand 

As these deep occult waters run

Over everything 

Corrupting all they touch
With their insidious sin 

So if you don't know where you belong 

Can't navigate alone 

No place to lay your head
And no heart to call your home 

Take my words and then call my name 

So we can dance together in the pouring rain 

So you're not on your own 

And together
Entwined 

We'll purge our pain 

    
For we are blessed 

Two of
The Lords best 

True survivors
Enduring life 

And all its emotions 

For sometimes in life

Circumstance and fate
Might have built 

High walls to climb 

To reach your souls
Nickels or dimes 

And there's no guilt

To confess
In women or man 

If you feel stranded or split 

Between love and hate 

For The Lord so loved the broken 

And so I have spoken 

Just you wait

One day he'll open up the crimson gates 

Just keep praying
For hope always appears 

When everything seems dark and too late 

For there are some things that sometimes need to be broken 

Such as stubbornness
Pride
And many other sinful habits 

For when we feel lost in our total brokenness

God can build us back up 

For
The Lord is close to the broken-hearted and saves those

Who are crushed in spirit

(Psalm 34:18)

So if you live in a painful place, but are also contrite with him

There is still hope

Which will miraculously appear to help you cope 

(C)
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The Secret Book of Dzyan

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As the Mage watched from afar, through remote viewing. 

He channeled a secret prayer to the brightest star in the four winds.

As he assumed the meditation pose.

He began reciting his evocation to the spirit guides.

Watching from the 5^th Levels of the Astral Realms.

For them to take it back to her, from Beyond the Purple Rainbows.

As they swirled all around him. 

(A lone voice whispers.)

_________________________

Your dark eyes are like priceless blue oceans 

 

  

I whisper to the watching Elementals

I dream to dive in deep and drowning within

For they are deeper than any of the known lakes

To bathe in their once-tasted waters

Is where I want me to always fall

And reveal my soul as it experiences its first taste of sin

For your inquisitive eyes

Soft tender lips and smooth skin

Is a treasure I seek where I'd nightly kneel to pray 

For a new Atlantis

To be reborn
Within

Your eyes are like magnetic dark portals

For my souls

Astral nightly projections 

As I conquer its many strange citizens with my own occult powers

To reach you

Defeating 

On one of its many long ethereal roads

 

Architects of so many devious deceptions 

Just to see your twin eyes for they are like the best friends

Love could ever possibly buy 

And it’s why

I just love popping by

To rejoice in The Coming of our own Divine Invasions

The once-lost words

Recitals and such memories of succulent prose

Once written for your eyes only 

Are just my own divine stanzas

Like written in The Secret Books of Dzyan

A silver shimmering sea

Where we will soon forever fly

Like dark eagles

Paired 

Forever wild and untamed

For as our lonely souls once met

So long ago 

In the Great In-Between

We were anointed to be simply 

Free and Unchained

And it's why I always pray to return

To finally conjure you into life

And your love to earn

But until then 

I'll just breathe you into my
Dreams

Here

In The Great In-Between

(C)

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