The Selected Eldritch Poems of D.L. Siluk (2005)I of II
1) White Peril
Weakness rides the humans of life!
Humans against the anguish of Satan!
He feels wronged and thus, suffers
Madly with his blemished soul!
They are many; but they exist, they
…paint white fences for weak humans.
The poor…the poor! He slaps their face;
Puts them in place; gives gilt filled destinies.
Weakness rides the humans of life!
Madly with the blemished soul of Satan…:
Crazed eyes, shoulders high, high:
He summons us…to his den nearby!..
2) The Death God Of Copan
And the Death God said: "Let it rise to its glory in the Rio Valley—for a season; then let it be gone, we shall call it Copan…"
Prologue: Empires come and go, liken to cosmic events, or the storms around the world. Atlantis, Mu, Greece, Persia, Rome, the Inca Nation, and even the great Maya heroic times of Copan, in Central America. All came and all left, one way or another; now just dust and artifacts in the spiral of time. But I shall pick out one, just one king, Smoke-Imix [-God K], for he was the last of the great warriors, or so I believe.
[The Saga begins] Before there was 'new light,' the 8th Lord of Night ruled in the Valley of Copan…
—then light broke out [3114 BC] over the Copan Valley—and women and men walked hand in hand to create a new civilization—but where there is peace, there is blood in the sands…and this is where it all began….
1.
[628 AD]
It was the residue of Atlantis
So some have said—now dead
Copan—the Athens of another world
Standing tall in the Great Plaza
Of Copan—carved in stone—
Stained with blood red—tones
[Here…here]
Is the Stelae of Smoke-Imix-God K
The Great Maya warrior King
Giving praise to Tlaloc:
Tlaloc—the renowned Jaguar-god
(Smoke-Imix, ruler of the 12th Dynasty)
Lord and god of the Copan Valley
2.
The King
Stelae of Copan [Tree Stone]
Ah! the blood he gave, the blood he took
Splattered on every stone and brook
Ruler for sixty-eight years…
(With no Atlanteon tears)
He was a builder, like the Pharaohs,
Like Gilgamesh of old Uruk;
Inscribed on monuments, everywhere…
(Was his profound works)
3)
Rio Capon Valley
In the Rio Copan Valley, came drought, defeat, rivalry between king and nobility that broke the back and the dreams of the Copan kings; and so it fell to its once unfailing fate, and faded away, at its zenith—ah! …it was a spectacular vista once, now fading, fading…away a…, amongst the shrubs, dust and weeds….
#467/Feb, 2005; dedicated to Clark A. Smith, Poet,
Who believed Copan was linked to Atlantis. © 2005 Dennis L. Siluk
3) The First Depth
Struggling against unrestful skies
The warlords of eternal darkness
—unseen to life's obvious eyes—
Ebb and seek the prize, dominion!
'The First depth,' the silence of the deep
Eternal legions with unrestful eyes
The Abysses storm, uncircumcised
The colossal ramparts now untied
'The First Depth,' with rival skies
Here, gathers demonic and divine
Now with storms, once hidden beyond
Armies of defense, build their saga
And I saw dreadful swords like suns
Thunder and lightening by Orion
This was the tidings of cosmic doom
If only man could have seen the gloom.
And the echoes I heard from the stars
Unnamed, immortal flames cast down
Gathered on earth for the final countdown
Armageddon's titanic onset!...
4) I was a Ghost
'Twas forty-years ago, when the moon was black
(Ah! I remember quite well, quite well);
When sudden my eyes grew strangely dull:
I was looking in the grinning dark…
'Twas but mysterious, for my eyes lay still
I was caught in a pale dark mist: chilled,
I was as a gibbous moon, a ghost of woe;
I think I was dead for a moment, that's true.
5) Moon-Paths
As the fire simmers out
Darkness shades the moon
The flickering skies shout
Making moon-paths!…
Now the fire's on my face
I choke the roaring gloom
A skull-like grin takes place
With flickering moon-paths!...
6) Oblivion— And the Tiamat [Sonnet of the Tiamat]
Her mouth sunken with undying black blood—
The same, King Belphegor in Hell sips.
Silent—at night—about the halls of Sheol,
Unnoticed, she walks dribbling the cursed blood;
The Tiamat has found her pacing-place, divine
Where she sneers in jest, at Belphegor's whims.
O Hades and your relentless cryptic sides!
The fallen demigod has mockery eyes!
Ah! I hear her echoes from walls of stone
From pre-history—, to dawn's eternal—.
She bellows—from Arch kingdoms, far below.
As I stand here in wonderment and stare
A sad gaze; who feels his soul eternal
I hear her blind echoes, echoes, echoes… !
7) Odyssey for Revenge
[Revenge is best sought…]
During the darkness
Before the dawn
Revenge, if sought—
Is necessary then…
(passion for such, demands so)
Songs chanted—bring
Forth the occasion
They empty the hardness
Of the soul—
Until it lets go...
To kill or soil
(in the name of the spirits
that dwell below.
8) The Midnight Ghoul
The ghoul, he does not love to talk
he'd rather keep a silent walk;
and as he reaches out for strays
he locks his eyes on the pr3y.
Away he leaps, around the bend—
where no one else, has ever been;
there, in the field he will dig
a grave to bury his midnight pig.
He digs and digs, like a fool,
heartlessly, unspoken to.
Then, with gravel on his pick,
he plucks out the heart from its ribs.
"Silly human…" he murmurs low
and tosses in his human foe;
when in the field [now] dark and grim,
he chants to the—eldritch winds!
He leaps and dances to and fro,
as if to profit from this soul.
O! how much wiser must one be,
to avoid these ghouls at midnight…
9) The Eyes of Tikal [Ghostly Mayan eyes]
Tikal, I saw your serpent stones
Resting upon Mayan bones
Of warriors long ago—
It is said:
All met with violent deaths—.
Scornful faces where they rest
Harsh reality, upon their breasts;
Now, ghostly-eyes, among the dead.
10) The Imp's Mass
Note:
"When I look inside myself, to calm my madness down,—I find useless adjectives, friends, love, even useless hate—but at least hate can be retrieved," so says the Imp, Guseyn.
Part I
The Imp's
Useless-death that never sleeps,
Irresolute-shame that reeks,
Inseperatable from reality
Untruthful to their regimes;
They comb the world in nakedness,
And will, 'til the end of time—
These global he-goats, she-goats
Hiding in dark-nooks, hours on end;
Grinding their Pirana like teeth—
Grinding as if to wake the dead.
Part II
"Back off—stop!" (Cries this bleak-angelic-imp Guseyn, to his kin and me ((who is writing this poem)), for its Sunday morning.)
His body wakes to polluted joy;
To evil's leisure, now employed.
Then he flies under a bleak black
Orange laced rainbow of dread
(To do, and meet his quest)
To reach a distant Christian Church,
In time for Sunday morning mass.
© 2005 Dennis L. Siluk
1) White Peril
Weakness rides the humans of life!
Humans against the anguish of Satan!
He feels wronged and thus, suffers
Madly with his blemished soul!
They are many; but they exist, they
…paint white fences for weak humans.
The poor…the poor! He slaps their face;
Puts them in place; gives gilt filled destinies.
Weakness rides the humans of life!
Madly with the blemished soul of Satan…:
Crazed eyes, shoulders high, high:
He summons us…to his den nearby!..
2) The Death God Of Copan
And the Death God said: "Let it rise to its glory in the Rio Valley—for a season; then let it be gone, we shall call it Copan…"
Prologue: Empires come and go, liken to cosmic events, or the storms around the world. Atlantis, Mu, Greece, Persia, Rome, the Inca Nation, and even the great Maya heroic times of Copan, in Central America. All came and all left, one way or another; now just dust and artifacts in the spiral of time. But I shall pick out one, just one king, Smoke-Imix [-God K], for he was the last of the great warriors, or so I believe.
[The Saga begins] Before there was 'new light,' the 8th Lord of Night ruled in the Valley of Copan…
—then light broke out [3114 BC] over the Copan Valley—and women and men walked hand in hand to create a new civilization—but where there is peace, there is blood in the sands…and this is where it all began….
1.
[628 AD]
It was the residue of Atlantis
So some have said—now dead
Copan—the Athens of another world
Standing tall in the Great Plaza
Of Copan—carved in stone—
Stained with blood red—tones
[Here…here]
Is the Stelae of Smoke-Imix-God K
The Great Maya warrior King
Giving praise to Tlaloc:
Tlaloc—the renowned Jaguar-god
(Smoke-Imix, ruler of the 12th Dynasty)
Lord and god of the Copan Valley
2.
The King
Stelae of Copan [Tree Stone]
Ah! the blood he gave, the blood he took
Splattered on every stone and brook
Ruler for sixty-eight years…
(With no Atlanteon tears)
He was a builder, like the Pharaohs,
Like Gilgamesh of old Uruk;
Inscribed on monuments, everywhere…
(Was his profound works)
3)
Rio Capon Valley
In the Rio Copan Valley, came drought, defeat, rivalry between king and nobility that broke the back and the dreams of the Copan kings; and so it fell to its once unfailing fate, and faded away, at its zenith—ah! …it was a spectacular vista once, now fading, fading…away a…, amongst the shrubs, dust and weeds….
#467/Feb, 2005; dedicated to Clark A. Smith, Poet,
Who believed Copan was linked to Atlantis. © 2005 Dennis L. Siluk
3) The First Depth
Struggling against unrestful skies
The warlords of eternal darkness
—unseen to life's obvious eyes—
Ebb and seek the prize, dominion!
'The First depth,' the silence of the deep
Eternal legions with unrestful eyes
The Abysses storm, uncircumcised
The colossal ramparts now untied
'The First Depth,' with rival skies
Here, gathers demonic and divine
Now with storms, once hidden beyond
Armies of defense, build their saga
And I saw dreadful swords like suns
Thunder and lightening by Orion
This was the tidings of cosmic doom
If only man could have seen the gloom.
And the echoes I heard from the stars
Unnamed, immortal flames cast down
Gathered on earth for the final countdown
Armageddon's titanic onset!...
4) I was a Ghost
'Twas forty-years ago, when the moon was black
(Ah! I remember quite well, quite well);
When sudden my eyes grew strangely dull:
I was looking in the grinning dark…
'Twas but mysterious, for my eyes lay still
I was caught in a pale dark mist: chilled,
I was as a gibbous moon, a ghost of woe;
I think I was dead for a moment, that's true.
5) Moon-Paths
As the fire simmers out
Darkness shades the moon
The flickering skies shout
Making moon-paths!…
Now the fire's on my face
I choke the roaring gloom
A skull-like grin takes place
With flickering moon-paths!...
6) Oblivion— And the Tiamat [Sonnet of the Tiamat]
Her mouth sunken with undying black blood—
The same, King Belphegor in Hell sips.
Silent—at night—about the halls of Sheol,
Unnoticed, she walks dribbling the cursed blood;
The Tiamat has found her pacing-place, divine
Where she sneers in jest, at Belphegor's whims.
O Hades and your relentless cryptic sides!
The fallen demigod has mockery eyes!
Ah! I hear her echoes from walls of stone
From pre-history—, to dawn's eternal—.
She bellows—from Arch kingdoms, far below.
As I stand here in wonderment and stare
A sad gaze; who feels his soul eternal
I hear her blind echoes, echoes, echoes… !
7) Odyssey for Revenge
[Revenge is best sought…]
During the darkness
Before the dawn
Revenge, if sought—
Is necessary then…
(passion for such, demands so)
Songs chanted—bring
Forth the occasion
They empty the hardness
Of the soul—
Until it lets go...
To kill or soil
(in the name of the spirits
that dwell below.
8) The Midnight Ghoul
The ghoul, he does not love to talk
he'd rather keep a silent walk;
and as he reaches out for strays
he locks his eyes on the pr3y.
Away he leaps, around the bend—
where no one else, has ever been;
there, in the field he will dig
a grave to bury his midnight pig.
He digs and digs, like a fool,
heartlessly, unspoken to.
Then, with gravel on his pick,
he plucks out the heart from its ribs.
"Silly human…" he murmurs low
and tosses in his human foe;
when in the field [now] dark and grim,
he chants to the—eldritch winds!
He leaps and dances to and fro,
as if to profit from this soul.
O! how much wiser must one be,
to avoid these ghouls at midnight…
9) The Eyes of Tikal [Ghostly Mayan eyes]
Tikal, I saw your serpent stones
Resting upon Mayan bones
Of warriors long ago—
It is said:
All met with violent deaths—.
Scornful faces where they rest
Harsh reality, upon their breasts;
Now, ghostly-eyes, among the dead.
10) The Imp's Mass
Note:
"When I look inside myself, to calm my madness down,—I find useless adjectives, friends, love, even useless hate—but at least hate can be retrieved," so says the Imp, Guseyn.
Part I
The Imp's
Useless-death that never sleeps,
Irresolute-shame that reeks,
Inseperatable from reality
Untruthful to their regimes;
They comb the world in nakedness,
And will, 'til the end of time—
These global he-goats, she-goats
Hiding in dark-nooks, hours on end;
Grinding their Pirana like teeth—
Grinding as if to wake the dead.
Part II
"Back off—stop!" (Cries this bleak-angelic-imp Guseyn, to his kin and me ((who is writing this poem)), for its Sunday morning.)
His body wakes to polluted joy;
To evil's leisure, now employed.
Then he flies under a bleak black
Orange laced rainbow of dread
(To do, and meet his quest)
To reach a distant Christian Church,
In time for Sunday morning mass.
© 2005 Dennis L. Siluk
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