Amrican Poet
Darkside
Intro
Into the darkness when hate seeks our souls
We curse the bliss of given life to prevail,
But only in the Darkside will true human faith
Become our certainty so we will never fail
Sulking impunity ravishing my mind into a darkened plague of hated disease detesting each step of human faith, a self loathing awakening a sickness till death lurking like a blackened myth; my will consumed in a nothingness never seen, never imagined layered in depths portraying reality as a passing existence unable to grasp; God help me with my very last breath
Screaming terror within a tormented soul releasing my ailing burdens blistering, no burning flesh through bones, human mortality feeling eternity’s war pursuing conflicts of human enrage, a lifelong battle, a battle through history, a battle you hope you never feel
The sinner of sanity despairing pleasure of human deliciousness into plated consumption for darkness depleting my soul of lighted nourishment betraying my eternity forging my birth to a destiny of ashes, past sins sourcing, leaking bloody waters curdling my throat with gripping subjugation knowing no bounds but the will of evil's wrath until I can force a breath, my soul will continue to be devoured until I no longer exist
Temperature boiling Satan's soul heating my anger into a frenzied delirium of waking pain
To capture me into a molten state flowing across that I see, a destructive worthlessness
Becoming my muse laying a path of psychopathic rage that now is a danger, soon to be
My evil slaying sword
Welcome to my Darkside, my insidious rage
Lurking in your corners of hate
Feeding off your frenzy of pain
Seething to breed within
Transgressions to ravage
Despairing you into my will;
Another conquered soul
In darkness you will live
Weathering storms of imperfection
Rattling my shell of a fragmented self;
Breaking my phenomena, conceptions
Constructed into moral demise
Feeling no boundaries; lost senses,
Eternal structures faltering, crumbling,
As my inner myths begin to crack
From their foundations of monoliths,
A once risen pillar of strength
Becoming an inner failing of self;
In my life rests, humanity’s affliction;
A battle in eternity, each soul
Torn from St. Lucifer's wrath
A struggle I will pursue
With burning tears
Of hope, that today, human pain
Will not have its day
Musing eclectic melancholy from perceptions
Daunting your task to serve to dug
Ditches burying each step you take
As a laid grave, burying scattered
Ashes of self as a lost seeding
Until the day you sprout once again;
Staring at your layered reality
A sabotage of my own doing
I stare into your soul
Saying, this is my consciousness
And I will make you bleed
Into eternity’s hell bound hell
I am the believer, the metaphor of human conceptions, an angel of brutal deliverance walking upon this earth tearing walls of fear into rivers of faith
I seek vengeance, the blood of evil, the purity of my pain as arisen transfusion when my dagger meets your soul
Giving my worn heart to grace using my shield defeating your purpose of disdain upon humanity
Craving blood as my creed, I am the hunter of human pain
Luring you in, my venom of choice coursing your soul
Your veins streaming with my consciousness of Good;
Feel my essence, my justice, my intrusion upon your soul,
Feel my scathing glare palpitating your heart as I enter your soul
Coursing the righteousness of Good
With my river of faith,
Undoing the evil that pains you,
Unraveling the disdain that made you
With no escape, your eyes begin to bleed exhausting your fight
Only acquiescence will flow rancidity
From the hell of your essence
My passions unfiltered, my desires to build conceptual perceptions upon
The targets of my soul, a gargoyle of sorts hiding in plain sight, just look and see
My eyes staring blatantly upon you, a feeling you cannot escape, encompassing you
As my gaze enters your soul you try and look away but the depths of the oceans in
My gauntlet being laid for you mesmerizes you into immortalization of purpose;
My stare, brutal in transpiring purity upon soulless victims is my intentions of wrath, a new form up risen from beyond
My initial grasps now nothing more than a tale of oh, so much more;
Guiding inertia to new deceptions of those I care to see demolished
My teeth grinding behind my guise, a rupturing of mountains occurring
As I seek to move this earth to a new world structure of this is...
My integrity growing, my brutality resting, a passive resistance
Imploring constructs I only wish I knew, tilting to anew,
My desire to give with relentless pursuit of a mind eternally devised,
A gift of it is all so simple, just listen and life will arrive
A long told story, just the same as before, with only the touch my life can bring
My duty, my care, my purpose does not change, my will bearing upon this world
Just as each have their role, mine is simple and clear, a life long story told many times before
My vengeance bleeding my creed conquering legends of myths
Deciphered acts of human despair baiting challenges to arrive,
I am the nightmare of your sinful desires
The brutality of your repugnant tears
Feel my rivers bleed upon your soul
My penetrating glare disturbing your essence
Feel the light of my spear
Piercing your darkened fears
Feel my passion, feel the impulses beating my soul
Through Ravaging Pain I have endured
The slayer of pain
I now stand tall
Wielding my sword,
My heart will feel
The slaying of anger,
As the story of St. Michael of wrath,
The acting vengeance inside of you
The veracity of conscious choice
Battling into a warrior's stance;
Striking darkness, slaying evil’s pain
Breeding hate lurking to embellish
My long lost disdain,
A conjuring from within
Shaking with despair
Only heaven can help
My blood thirsty tears
Conquering souls of epiphanies arrival,
Further my vision goes
Further my acts of growth are shown;
Acts of attrition guiding my eyes
Sorrowing the pain of my wrath
Scouring my brow as I enter
The brevity of evil's stance
Sculpting the faith of my concern
I walk into the valley of fear
Bearing only my heart
Living in truth as my epiphanies arrival
Fighting through encouraged rage in anger so I rise beyond contempt and into spiritual strength
Wrath, as my warring soul to devour the antiquities of fallen angels scouring the depths of hell,
Into the darkened darkside as my goodness of penetrating faith in a consciousness of pure light
Relentless ambitions suffering in the looming fires washed into graves of eternal damnation
Lighting visions of hope in the eyes of demons scouring to release their plagued existence
This is my journey, to enter the realm of eternity’s flames until light will persevere
Strengthening the path of goodness for humanity to decide
Against the crackled whip of Hades' flames is purity in human resilience
Rising against eternal despair tendering souls of evil with the choice of light;
I will rile my anger, protrude my ancient light as my sword of justice
Releasing my soul for unbound raptures of a rage the dark has
Never felt since the dawn of man, my brutality of courage
Encompassing myself with the wrath of the Gods seeking
The goodness of right through souls of the eternally damned
Within the abscesses of the lurking leeches of human misery
Consuming the sustenance of their existence with one mighty strike;
My form of Adam existing as a mirage, living as a myth of the Gods of Greek
I seek vengeance, the blood of Hades on my dagger
My ultimatum of a God fearing man of brutal
Willingness to paint my canvas of light
In caverness darkened caves of anger
To bring Hades to a mural'd cave of blood as
Stained art of man's history fighting the plague
Bringing the rivers of pain to an antiquated
Story left for legends of myth to be told
Crawling my nightmares of fatigued succumbing to illusions
Disturbing my grace through hauntings of my fears
Inescapable feelings mounting I surrender to what pains me
Letting go to the penetrating visions to bear my burden
Of a human born existence scorned from birth by sin
Only to bring my light to the nighted visions of uncertainty
Fearing my soul to bring my golden sword of strength
Carving against the veil of ignorance, I release my conceptions
Unleashing the wrath of the Gods into eternity of darkness
Light is born as my muse of trust, my faith when lost
From all that is Good, darkness once was, my story to give
In darkness nothingness will live until we let go and give
Our light creating for our arch enemy of evil to believe
With one thrust of my faith, human hate and pain will be no more
I seek the Darkside to learn the truth about faith
To love what pains me, to rest in its bleakness
Only to discover in our fears is the path of light
With my journey into the black depths becoming
My truth in nothingness is where my light was born
Since the day of creation, the abyss was nothing more
Than a blank canvas waiting to be discovered
For an artist to arrive, to leave his mark of creation
With the colors of pure human hope and belief
That in evil rests souls living in the darkened cave
An allegory of our past, we only know what we are told
But with choice, against the shades of night's color
May arrive giving the path of light even in the grimm
Depths of lost souls lives a desire to see, to do good,
To choose a consciousness of choices over blind will
One day accepting all that is needed was a brush of light
Glooming distillation of your soul will flourish
Within as torn fragments encompassing the
Essence of traversing boundaries of self
Flaming in guilt, the evil paining you to fail
You take this burden of human hell of
The burning flames battling to endure
You take it all, a human story of history
You only cringe so today, your story will tell;
In me is the brutality of St. Michael's wrath
Living to battle the wounds of humankind
Bringing plagues of sinners into his streaming
Lighted path we were all meant to follow,
Giving hope as the grace of my muse
To never stop, never fail, a living essence
In purity of spirit your inspirations will
To be adorned in the one who only lives in light
Shallowing depths swallowing my dignity losing myself
Inward in a feeling of lost causes grappling in despair
A place I adore all to well as my reckoned battlefield,
Chosen to engage from purity of the experiential
Leading to challenge my construction of self seeking
Knowledge of St. Michael's destiny to devour the darks
Wrath taunting us from afar, now from deep within
This is my journey, a hidden hell, soon to be light for all
Entering the gravity of my ambitions compelling me back
Into my art of ravaging pain, slaying beasts of the belly
Devouring eternity’s womb growing hatred of heaven,
A battle long fought, a battle I pursue, my war in this world
A living artifice of God's story of the archangel of light
Soothing comfort in the womb of evil, darkening my eyes of midnight
Cooling from grey fortunes misguiding me here, a feeling so perfect
In another life a past journey, to enter the beast of the belly
Gnawing for sustenance, gaining momentum of pursuits
Remembering my story, a never lost granule of strength
Living in me as my consciousness of lighted will of courage
Never forgetting the duties I implore, my rabid belief defeating
Hell bound glory, a human history of sins, each step I grow
Each journey I become, the conscious of light, evil's star of pain;
Rupturing the rapture of my rage to incise my wounds of blackened
Rivers of destiny against good and light meeting my precision
Acutely striking as I continue my path lighting the beast of the belly
Torching the souls of the damned, penetrating flames of the Golden Lion
Roaring the light of humanity’s perfection with the precision of my
Symbolic metaphors relentlessly encouraging in each soul to give
Soothing perfection as you walk this day fighting in given faith
My reckoning conquering the depths of my Darkside
My journey of fortitude submerging my vengeance
Into an unknown conviction my story begins to thrive
I like you have suffered the tears of mistrust
My draining integrity ripped from its soul
Like a virgin of purity I learned the goat
Of hatred and pain lurks with its hooves
Belittling myself as a starlight dimming;
Antiquity of ash and coal seeking to crush
The diamond lying to be built on this earth
My soulful existence navigating the floods of humanity's resilience
Into the dark my heart endures tearing my fears to unknown dreams
Enduring my courage to never surrender
To my enemy of my beating heart
Where my inclinations of faith palpitates
Engaging with my arch enemy of my light
Draining blood disgusting my essence, I only dig deeper, fighting to incur
Upon the souls of death, my ancient beauty of light will transpire
Until the grimness of this abyss quells in fear of my courage to wrath
Navigating the discourse of purgatory's lore, I further begin to breath through the pain I endure
Revenging my soul across the Darkside of night, within the depths my sinking breaths have risen
Acting on my vengeance, my heart felt creed, an aspect of self I have longed to live to deny
My lust to devour so insatiably fed as a delicacy I wish my heart did not crave
Laying in rest but feeding off the blood of evil I drain, the lord of Lucifer taunts my
Coveted source of strength hissing upon my desire to ravage his own brutal hell
In the Darkside I fight for humanity's pain, but with each battle my bleeding creed
Looms between the light I hold so dear and the acting revenge that soothes my soul
Lurking as a living purgatory as my battle to never let my passionate faith deny;
Even in evil there is light, in darkness all can still be seen, my purpose must remain pure
In my duty of essence I fought from my vengeance to live in the purity of the human spirit of light
Conjuring the depths of my soul begging for transcendence to be, my heart searching for admiration
Pleading for the darkside to end, for my faith to endure in the darkness of human plight
Holding disdain and my chronic feature of self purveying fear, willing not to quit until the end
When I conquer the slaying of rapturing fervor haunting myself as a muse of human hope
Accepting the endurance of my heart aching to live in painfully designed, artfully constructed
Burden of loving the pain in my heart to breed inside from the darkened myths,
The beauty of being a person born of the gift of light, bringing the lore of evil and hell
Into my sculpted faith of humanity’s pureness to rise from ashes of faltering tears
To tear conceptions of enlightened purpose from the woven fabric of my consciousness
Disturbing the rupturing fragility I awaken to break so my gaze of faith guides me
To enter the infernal heat of my suffering as a sinner of consequences enduring
Depths of darkness to further encounter the demented rouse leeching to drain me eternally
Until a have fallen from my internal wrath built of a warriors grace, now brought to my knees;
I fight to the end living in the river of heartened pain flooding my body with black pools
Living in my veins consecrating my deliverance into the hisses taunting my goodness,
Into a destiny I conquer to endure, living to fight in this black mist of history to give you
The faith of your purpose to never die, to the last drop, every step you take the flood
Of evil's river never to swallow the light of your soul, the artistry of your created creed
Musing your will of the Golden Lion's strength of human faith so the Blonde Beast of human will
Encourages the destined acquiescence of fear to your Ravaging Pain of an artist's choice;
Living in suffocating evil rotting to devour, grasping the brutality of your purpose to give
The entirety of self, an Art of Self walking each step of faith in burning will scathing your vision
You hold so dear even in the Darkside you only choose to live as Human as Art, your duty to decide
Resisting the Fractures of your soul as your divinity in Endurance, with one last breath
The strength of your will guiding your intentions to give the dark abyss Infinity's bliss;
This is your purpose, in the archetype of your soul you will learn to define, painting your art
Of fighting the lurking demons of human hate, pain, and fear; as you rose today, in your
Destiny to decide, I am a human born of the light, sent here to deliver my wrath upon disdain
Never to break, never to die, to seek the vengeance of the light of the Good so not one more human
Will know the darkness plaguing our existence; this is your purpose, in your duty you will rise
End
Amrican Poet Darkside
By R. Cary
Copyright 2019