Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Homecoming


By: Gus Victoria

His sulphurous smile
Cold and sterile
Burns into your soul,
Beyond tiresome fear
You wait for his approach,
With arrogant strides
The Prince of Darkness nears,
“Welcome home friend”
The thoughts form in your head
Unbidden they come
He speaks without sound,
He sees without light,
Save from the fires of the damned,
“You do not fear”
The psychic laugh rumbles,
“You amuse me so”
To a garden you are led,
On the banks of Acheron,
The Devil’s son.
“Here is the fruit of Paradise
Fallen ever so low.
Look about and see,
There is none here that can,
All are lost,
Cut off from hope,
From all that was,
From all that will be,
They are only aware
That oblivion is denied them.
Fortunate they indeed.”
This a dream you live,
Convinced in your mind-
“This is no dream.
You are Duke of Hell,
Gone far too long above.
You are home.”
Let me show you,
Guide you again

As once before...

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Demon Dream


By: Gus Victoria

The demon beckons in your sleep,
Highwayman of your dreams,
With a blade of infernal chaos
He slashes and cuts,
With grinning glee
The monster makes you bleed,
A cry in the dark
Hangs unheard,
There is no rescue at hand,
Only laughter in the wind,
Sinister it cuts
Ribbons of dread into your soul,
Morpheus cannot save
What Mephistopheles stole,
Speak the sacred names.
Hear the blasphemous response,
God unmoving on His throne,
Does not arrive
Where the demon was invited
And he was not,
Curse and spit heresies,
The demon smiles,
The demon thrusts
In maniacal bursts
He cuts you down,
And for your soul he thirsts,
For your flesh he hungers,
One by one,
Each shattered limb he restrains,
One by one,
Fiendish friends arrive,
You are feast for devils,
You are damned.
Damned to all hell,
The flames cook,
The heat suffocates,
And miraculously you wake.
Sweating and nervous
You are delivered,
Alone and scared
You are delivered,
But know then
When you sleep again,

The demon returns...

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Wandering Watcher


By: Gus Victoria

Wandering watcher,
Dissatisfied with life once,
You began to walk
And never stopped,

Through dark forested hills,
Over wind carved mountains,
In valleys and caves,
There you were most content,

A calmness bestowed
By Nature granted
As you observed
Life’s rhythms.

A purity of thought
Filtered through the sieve
Of rationality;
A mystic distillation.

You departed one day
From that sacred path,
To share, to show,
Seeking wisdom
With others to learn,
To grow.

Wandering watcher,
When you spoke
Of life and existence,
Of wonder and awe,
Of death and disease,
In that moment,
Did they listen?

Wandering watcher,
You found by observation
The deep depths
Penetrated by deeper reflection,

In humility you became great,
In love you sought to share,
In arrogance we failed to care.

Sunday, January 5, 2014

I Believed


By: Gus Victoria

Its a losing battle
We fight every day,
The sun rises
And shines on the decayed pieces;
Remnants of a dream.
Nothing now is as it seemed,
Forever unfulfilled,
Left empty the hopes
That moved those days,
Words mean less,
Impact as ghostly as your presence,
A full world awaits,
Ripe and fertile,
Where success grows
Beyond the reach of fear,
For the brave to pluck.
Together we are not that,
I believed in something once,
I believed in us,
That love was more than we,
That my eyes would someday see,
But today I realize
Time has made me blind.