Amrican Poet
Blonde Beast
Intro
I am the Constantine of human sin
Hear me roar my pain, my suffering, my
Reconciliation of self to run the gauntlet of despair
With growling tears of distrust, fighting the despairing
Tearing my heart without fear
As the punisher of human disdain, unsustainable fury rapturing my soul;
I am the ripper, tearer, slasher of human pain
The fighter against original sin, I am the Blonde Beast
Walking this earth
Devouring wickedness, decomposing its soul; I am the conqueror of human disdain
Ravishing the will of original sin
Defiant against evil, defiant against pain, misery's sworn enemy
Roaming this earth
As your inner beast of pure human faith
Listen and you will hear, my roaring light
Penetrating your belly as you slither
Away on the ground I quake
Feeling the thunder of my mighty
Fury of human light, goring on your flesh of sin
My ambitions of bliss consuming you
Tearing your tears into inner demise
As I tear into your lacking soul
My claws ripping into your destruction of self;
My face bloody with your stained deceit
You are no match for me
As I rip and tear from my now healed soul
My fangs will tear your evil sewn to your soul leaving you unseamed
Spilling your rotted guts for the hyenas of hell to feed
Upon your seeping frailty being devoured by your own tormented
Decaying senseless purpose of existence;
I will never acquiesce to your incessant banter of human unease
Disrupting the courage of the faithful through ringing bells of hell
Silently, passively, as an undertone of human faith
I rise into your path
Seeing your frailty of sin
Your weakness quivering
As you hide in the dark
Scared of the light,
Denied through the fangs
Of the Blonde Beast of faith
Taking your fiery wrath of pain
With a raise of my shield,
Thrusting my blue eyes
Of faith upon you;
Look deep into my soul
And you will see
My wrath of humanity
Here to deliver our faith
Unto your unwanted
Scaling self;
Shedding your skins layer by layer
Unraveling your terror of sins
Discovering your true nature
Of weakened bleeding intentions
Out of which you were
Born of a fallen angel's pain
Bred into existence from weakness
Delivered to me to meet your end
The Blonde Beast growls his consciousness onto the pain of your blackened heart
Laying in your defeated purpose, wounds seeping your burdens of loss, feeding the wolf of lacking and self-negation, driving his will, strengthening his desire to feed, on your pain, your loss, your weakened state
Resting in your own failures compelling you to lose, your once thunderous self to the frailty of losing faith, unable to reconcile purpose of will and human belief, your thoughts arrive only so you believe, your growing shrinking self
Attempting to overcome, the wolf continues to feed, the wolf of evil deceit devouring your grief, defeating the wolf of wisdom, the wolf of human faith; once the source of your mighty heart, now a long lost past fading your memories of belief
Until your self is lost, your roar is well quelled, your thunder becoming a long lost voice, lacking strength; courage diminishing, as you question your faith, your life’s intent mired in your tired disposition, showing your faintly breath
Your chest shallowing, your physical self displaying your weakness, each breath being sucked by the wolf of self defeat, the wolf of a bleeding heart, eager to feed on a lost cause, growing you into a siphoning state of despair
By the grace of his will and stare of his eyes, the Blonde Beast will always rise, carrying the faltering, leading a way
To stand in the pain of humanity's kind, is the only path you should believe
Building your source of aspirations, crafting your inner self for relief from a framed perspective building perceptual change of appeared hell as a way forward, as a way of simply holding on to uncertainty remaining; with the light bursting to appear while sitting in the purgatory of hell, as a hidden deception laid to deceive the verbiage of description sitting as a passive being, but living for the day, when monotony does not appear and those near may survive the brutality of their journeys through the belief in you as the muse of the Blonde Beast
Tormented sculptures blistering your skin into visages of your worn exposure to your life's transgressions
Scarred upon you etching your burned indignity into boils leaking your perspiring soul as tears of your sculptured pain
Scar tissues of shame worn as dignity of choice
Beating your soul with impunity
Through torn veins of your internal jungle
Discovery of the Blonde Beast resides
When the lures of disdain against humanity
Allow your bluish eyes of faith to shine
With the rage of the warrior beast
Battling the failing senses of a faltering self
Engaging with the claws of the light
To relinquish the serpent's talons upon you
Warring for your own pure soul,
Tearing yourself to be reborn
For you to see,
In the path of the Blonde Beast
Is where you will thrive
As the thrasher of human disdain
As the punisher of evil’s pain;
The Blonde Beast will
Give you the light to fight
For the path of humanity's past
As with one step of faith
Brings your Blonde Beast to arrive
Dragging you by your faith, compelling you through self hate
Your fury of belief ravaged by the exposition of fear
Questioning your blind faith, your way of being
All you have ever lived in, being drug into hell’s scorn
Acquiescing into the gaze of the fire
Burning your soul at its edges,
Ashes falling before your eyes
Beneath you begins to rest
Your fallen self
In each of us, is an undeniable strength
When we live absent of light
If we fight hard enough
Through pure human will
He will arrive as your spirit to lift
You beyond your constructed melancholy of facts,
With only one thought, he will arrive
In various forms, in front of your eyes
With acceptance he will provide
So;
Beauty will arise in your pain, in your hate
In yourself in your despair
He will provide
When only darkness is in sight
Challenging grief with the piercing of his eyes
To live with your soul exposed
And let the Blond Beast rise
Into yourself, into your eternal bliss
Guiding you beyond your human constraints
Tearing your boundaries into torn aftermath
Shedding your tears in human strength
Challenging those who deny your brute inward light
Into the pain you will arrive
As the Blond Beast lives for their demise
Gathering your wit drowning in sorrow
Your heart pulsing faintly
Shallowing in duration
Sinking your jaws into the hope of your relentless path reconciling your burgeoning exposure
Claws cringing for feeling
Eyes widening with reckoning
Confusion of faith arising
Nothing to grasp, substance lacking
Once climbing the tree of faith
Now nothing to see but your fallen self,
Another mirror of disguise,
Another reflection mired in fear
Perspective is needed
Perception well skewed
Only within you will find
The heart of the Blonde Beast
As your muse to find
Just one more reach to faith
And in you the will the Blonde Beast
Become clear
Filtering suffering into an apparatus of human courage
Denying the drainage of tears
Into the path you will arrive
From within the Blonde Beast will provide
Climbing thoughts of erosion
With nothing to grasp, further and further you climb
Eyes piercing the crumbling burdens of your life
With your claws clinging to aether composed of brute will
Determination grinning
As you are seized by thought after thought
Your sabotage is near
Until the Blonde Beast becomes your eyes
He is always with you
When you sway into conjectures
Attempting to sabotage your inner strength
With just one more reach
You will never need to convey
Your frightened fears
Questioning your self belief,
With the Blonde Beast at your side
Your strength may reside
In your resting self;
Comfortable, a feeling at ease
Knowing your endurance is
Your true strength in a human’s will
Rise into occurrences of nature riding the air of his breath into rhythms penetrating your consciousness of unrelenting will
Slowly, beat after beat with the strength of his paws pounding the earth's dirt into rumbles of his coming;
In you strides of strength patterned against your heart; you begin to feel
The eternal roar flow within, a deeper understanding begins to arrive
A deeper feeling of the Blonde Beast ensued, carving into your heart
Your scripture of pursuit
Resting in his confidence of peace
Conjecture your faith
Conjure your eternity
Grasping the aether of lost cause
Growling behind chains of perceived defeat
Ripping into forbearance, denying your pain of physicality tearing your structure of self into shedding layers of resilience
Dragged by your own acquiescence
Into faith in letting go
Evil haunts your patience
Appearing weak and battered
The Blonde Beast will rise
Ready to no longer allow
His beaten brow to bleed
The pain of others upon him
Broken thoughts of anguish, brazen veracity of will
Living in blinding aphorisms of truth
Inside your whispers of a conscious guiding you along the streaming rivers of life is
A seamless precision of your ideals and humanity
Gathering your wit, enraging your desire, purposefully rising to your strength to endure
Purity uprising, introspection furthered
Into the woods of fallen faith you will discover
The strength of your will
Lost to fallen shame
Your eyes are lured into acquiescence, your skin crawling with belief
Raging through the forest of fallen thoughts etching your soul
Crafting chaos into subordination through bestial inquiries into self molding guided attributes
Siphoning your sins into desolation
Carefully crafting your steps
Gorging on your soul, debilitating your purpose with tainted disdain widening your gaping self into a black hole of sunken shame consuming your senses from arousal, slowly flattening the breadth of your existence to a shallowing sense of self succumbing to darkening intentions penetrating your coursing blood into arranged splatters of yourself disseminating from the pulse of existence tunneling your escape to a narrow artery closing with each beat, trapping me, capturing me until I am confined to the intestines of a lost soul
Further I go, into the vortex consuming human will, your thoughts becoming mired in losses depicting your reality into pain and hurt torturing you into excruciating torment burning the skin of your soul, haunted into perception; your thoughts breathless, burning into ashes laying layers of your own destruction into fatigue of a lost soul being consumed through brute human hurting pain
Incite your passions roaring into being
Procuring the Blonde Beast to rise
Posturing in strength
Your hinds pulsing to go
Into the path of pain
As only the Blonde Beast will
Your escape is in demise, shrinking yourself towards your centered blackness of grief, your tormented darkness arriving, a black hole, your intrinsic state of fear, breaths shrinking to faintness of heart gasping into your own shrinking self-solitude of eternal despair
Faintness is drifting upon you, craving you to devour more, feeding on your self of rotten fatigue exhausting you into lost litanies of pain
Looming abhorrence living in your malevolent disguise belittling your dark hurt of antipathy exhuming your lost consciousness from the pit holes of a distasteful existence
Disparagement will flow through you building your superstition of inflictions wounding your shallowing visions desiring your will to breath fires into bellowing darkness
Punishing the burden of despair
Feel my lightning of strength striking you out of existence
Hear my roar, my thunderous consciousness rising into your own blackened heart,
Hear my crackle as I strike vengeance upon you
Encircling your darkened soul stained with your inked morality of pain
You pain my reality, tormenting my existence into dis-pleasurable hurt
Hindering my self solitude of faith
My purpose of truth
My roaring sanctity living against sin
Pounding your sanctuary into ashes of discern
Forging my strength against your human spite
Using your brutality whispering in my ear
To sit in my standing strength of faith
And say;
I have walked in the river of the damned and I have bled my creed
Slicing the veins of evil bleeding your false truths from this earth
Rinsing your boiling soul from its inept morality plaguing
Humanity’s purposeful incites of truth
Ceasing your conjuring of human pain
Upon the beauty of humanity
I am the Blonde Beast, taking your pain while giving you nothing but human faith
Devouring your weakness and scolding your scorn
Warring transgressions of failure aloft in clouds of dignity rising to my conscious flow
Of internal struggles, of my nature of choice
To live in my humanity with all its concerns
All its emotions of pain, hate, and despair
From love and faith, to evil of fear
While resting in comfort of joy when I disappear
Into my solitude against contempt
Laying in pure human bliss,
Each fight lighting a path anew
But only my heart balancing
The creations I bleed
Traversing my mind, landscapes of defense,
Mechanisms of defeat, lasting frames of thought devise
Quainted forgiveness disparaging conjectures of emotions capturing my bliss into mired dissolutions of pained sin, perceived through acts of human faith tethering a man between humanity and hell; siphoning his vibrance of belief and hope into tornadoes of disturbance battering his chin until it can't be pulverized no more, only to see my eyes wide open, saying, I will take no more, only the light will hear my roar
Weathering unearthed conjectures of the human spirit painfully lying beneath the earth's layers, beneath the feet of my soul, always present, but buried in my very human past ready to rise depending on my path of choice when uneasiness of decisions reside; I can only follow my heart's beat humming to my tune to what rests underneath, to what has driven me when lost faith becomes a presumptuous fate from a jungle of muses surrounding my visions of which path to decide; cluttered confusion becomes to rain onto my already well greened jungle of pained consciousness built a lifetime ago, looking to subside peripherals leading me astray from my beating pulse waiting to be unearthed, waiting to be heard
Illumination begins to arise into your consciousness penetrating your built walls disguised as solidarity keeping you from streaming your stream of faith from flowing into your will, denying your perspective, devouring your consciousness of choice; flooding is long overdue, to tear your walls of isolation down
Awoken in me is the Blonde Beast to bear
My passionate fury of pursuit
Crossing my synchrony of choice
My fateful promise of truth
Growling inside me with snarling
Brutality bringing my soul to
Engage with my lioness roar
Gasping for just one glimpse
One lighted stare, the blonde of her hair
Letting the Blonde Beast in
So life does not end, but begins
A fire lit, no longer dimmed and defeated
Truth is your path
Guiding you through
Darkness of light
Building your resilience
When the pains of life arrive
Allowing you to give
From knowledge of faith
Is when the Blonde Beast arises
Traversing concepts of truth
Roaring conscious of care
Giving compassion of choice;
Truth is the power of the will
The Blonde Beast's strength to rise,
Raging as a myth inside of you
Looking into your eyes, luring you in,
In acquiescence you are quelled,
In your failures you have faltered,
In your pain I will live
Caring beauty caressing the crevasses of your sins gently smoothing wrinkles of time
Skin crawling with intrigue,
Sanctity in defiance,
Brutality in warfare,
Slain indifference to
Melancholy of uprisal,
Let my anger toil
In the bowels of the serpent
Loathing now devoured
Pain now beaten,
A brief psychological stint
Now kneels before me
For beauty to rise
When you feel like your drowning
Admire the beauty of life around you
Engulf yourself in it
Let your soul flourish with it
Encompassing your being,
Faith becomes all
Through the path of the Blonde Beast
The beauty in you will again rise
Beauty forgives our sins
Gives us peace in storms of torment
Brings us the light when all seems lost
Penetrates our souls when we are down
A beauty you will not harm
Will not deny through your flamed influence
As a perceived light, glowing bright
When human hurt is born
Trapping one's conscious of faith
In your perceived guidance of reprieve
Forging a path of deception
Compelling your sinful attack
Only to encounter the roar of his bliss
Resting for human choice to decide
But never letting one human life go by
Without the strength of my will
Giving each the opportunity to fight
With my heart bearing light
Encouraging devouring disdain towards truthful recognition inward to your undying soul;
Recovering enduring faith pulsing from your soulful beating heart;
Inside you bearing of hope lives
Your roaring light
Leaving transgressions against your will
So truth craves your true self into existence
That inside of you will always be the Blonde Beast of human will
Fighting the human condition of sin
End
Amrican Poet Blonde Beast
By R. Cary
Copyright 2019