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The Dark Poet

Posted by Robby Baby Dark Poet of Amour on April 21, 2013 at 9:10 PM Comments comments (2)

 

The Dark Poet,

he machines his words from the forge of his tainted soul,

decrying the virtues of a sycophants verse,

as with only words of truest voice does he wish to converse

 

This Dark Poet,

he wipes sweat of mental effort off his grimy brow,

the prow of Charon drifting across his minds bow.

 

He works in the machineshop of wordsmithing,

the air rife with wordmachinings toil and strife,

the darkest es...

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The Fool

Posted by Robby Baby Dark Poet of Amour on March 14, 2013 at 11:40 PM Comments comments (2)



A fool wandering under bright days sun,

under dark skies full moon,

scrying the future foretold in no foretelling,

spelling the empty alphabet of a future not yet seen.

 

Stepping over the edge to the precipice of a new beginning,

his animal companion keeping stewardship as he pulls at his breeches,

so that he not fall into the edge of the abyss,

mis...

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When in Rome

Posted by Robby Baby Dark Poet of Amour on January 22, 2013 at 10:00 PM Comments comments (9)

When in Rome

...in an age long,

long ago,

my past soul wandered upon Romes' most verdant fields,

in the agoras of finest philosophy that humankind has ever enthroned,

and yet

...that agora was built on the backs of slaves,

property

...of those to whom some of humanities' greatest ideas were ever owned.

 

When in Rome,

the golden palisades spoke of technological magnificence,

and yet,

in those great palisades,

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Consumption

Posted by Robby Baby Dark Poet of Amour on January 21, 2013 at 10:10 PM Comments comments (6)

Swaggering their way silently unt...

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Warsong

Posted by Robby Baby Dark Poet of Amour on January 20, 2013 at 10:50 AM Comments comments (12)

The warsong is come upon you,

the song that your spirit knows,

that your heart beats in instinct,

that song that acts as a defense against the impending madness,

the sinister tale of silent insanity that takes hold,

that grows its' roots in hidden and forgotten thoughts,

incidents of cause and effect conceived of in your mind,

but not perceived by the concious engine of your thoughts,

to a realm of amnesia seemingly forever confined.

 ...

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The Hunger

Posted by Robby Baby Dark Poet of Amour on January 20, 2013 at 1:30 AM Comments comments (5)

A forbidden hunger comes up her,

as sucubbus meets gender of engenderds sapphic essence,

and she whispers in her female victims ear:

"tilt your head to one side,

so that I may partake of you,

my dear."

 

A pace of fear runs through victims chest,

the increasing pace of her heart,

it cannot rest,

as she feels perfumed breath press upon her skin,

and she grows in fear in further escalation,

for the press of succubic br...

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Take not sin oh sin or soul from this mortal flesh

Posted by Robby Baby Dark Poet of Amour on January 20, 2013 at 12:45 AM Comments comments (7)

Take not sin or soul from thi...

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Liar Liar

Posted by Robby Baby Dark Poet of Amour on September 21, 2011 at 10:15 PM Comments comments (0)

Reading of Sara Louise Russels "Vampyre Love Poem

Posted by Robby Baby Dark Poet of Amour on May 16, 2011 at 1:01 AM Comments comments (0)

Hello, fellow wordmachinists! I  read Sara Louise's "A Vampyre Love Poem" at the following show :

 

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/ridinwithrandom/2011/05/15/random-lil-reid

 

 I hope you all enjoy! It's always interesting to read anothers poetry :) 


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Carnival of Sinners

Posted by Robby Baby Dark Poet of Amour on March 30, 2011 at 11:24 PM Comments comments (1)

I came upon a carnival of sinners one night,

their rusted cages rattled by their worn but still potent rage,

and I shuddered at the essence of their sin,

that traveled across through the ether of ethos,

to speak to my hidden ego's name.

 

In this carnival of sinners,

I saw a carousel of my own making,

and my soul,

it tumbled like my body did,

as I was buckled in,

yet not restrained,

and I held on for dear life,

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