Archive for the ‘Death Poetry’ Category

New poem by ‘Ryan Lyandree’

Fated For Catastrophe

The king is at its castle
Another dumb puppet chosen by dynasty
Let’s crown this asshole
Let’s embrace our own empirical hypocrisy.

Here comes his majesty
The trumpets announce his entrance here
In with the “new” ministry
The surface of this place is flat in this sphere.

And so it’s time to choose sides
It’s time to stay closed, or open out wide
For larva are accumulating in our mouths
What about the dear old worms when everything goes south?

The lord is at its temple
Praise the pagan figures built by mortal men
Darkness is that simple
It enters though the gaping holes of human sin.

And so it’s time to choose gods
It’s time to stay close, or to let go
For dust has been gathering in our hearts
What about the dear agony that comes along with the scars?

And so it’s time to push open that third eye
‘Cause how obvious can it be to read between the lines?
It’s time to swallow the truth and savor the lies
How oblivious can we be about a balance that declines?

Choose now to live or to die
Choose now to give up or to stay alive
For our king has spewed “off with their heads”
And I think he’s speaking about the living rather than the dead.

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Décollation et Ax
(Written on June 1, 2016)

Here you have come
To return me where I belong
To the fire and brim
And the odium that streams
As it was written before
For the sanction and lore
To the divine infinity
And any other impossibility.

Here we are now
We’ve survived this somehow
To the steel and the stone
The ridge of the flesh and the bone
As it was once foretold
For the stick in the mud of the mold
To the one opposable
And any other one immutable.

Saviors and angels
Any kind of Theo-co-existence
To any other angle
Anything that comes as persistent;
Necromancers of the past
Gather up to raise your glass
Obstructing all that resurfaces
Obscuring all that’s polymorphous.

I haven’t given before my opinion about today’s society’s status. This is my opinion about it all.

SeaSick

Nuke us, nuke us
This world deserves death
Apathy and nihilism
I’m a man with no faith.

I don’t hate you enough to pull the trigger
I don’t love you enough to extend my hand
Die in the corner, where nobody sees you
Die of starvation, the rich-from overdose.

This canvas is all painted over
There’s nothing else to put here
Just throw it to the trash and then
Bring a blank canvas and start again.

Your opinion, my opinion
The facts, the suffering
All of the notion that keeps moving on
We all born, we all die, we all cry!!!

So nuke us, nuke us
So we can truly fucking feel
How the goddamn end is like
Politicians and religious nuts
The politically correct and millennials
And those who don’t give a fuck
And for those who don’t believe in a God!
Die! For all of our sins
Or lack of
Perfect? Perfect is your bullshit
Thinking that we’re not on the same boat
One that is sinking!!!

The wave of so much nothingness
I’m getting seasick by all of the hollowness
The pitch black, nothing is essential
Everything is created, nothing is accidental.

Somber Song

She drowned her pain deeper than anyone could ever reach
Burned down her house with all her things, all of her precious memories
And now as she stumbles in the streets without a familiar face
To look at, to ask why, all these terrible things have to happen?

Children, they don’t know all the misery awaiting for them
Right next door, right by the curve, inside their heads and their own houses
And now that I’m old I’ve wasted all of my advices to give
To anyone, about anything, without sounding like a drunk vagabond mumbling.

The moon is far away and even if in our innocence we dreamt it to be made of cheese
Either we sleep in for too long, or we haven’t rested enough to face the harsh reality
Enjoying these guessing games, putting together these puzzling pieces
She took a drink that now will take her to the side of fence where the grass isn’t greener.

The pain of losing someone dear to you

The Dearly Departed

Please don’t depart from here
I think it’s far too soon
Maybe you can linger a bit longer
At least for a few years now
Before we have to say goodbye
I don’t want this to be the end
Tell that place that awaits you
That we still need you here.

Woke up the next morning
And you were already gone
And a big gap grew inside my body
Where my heart and my soul used to be.

There are news that I don’t want to hear
Tell me it’s a lie, tell me it’s not true
Tell me this is just a bad dream
And that soon I will be waking from it.

And when I do,
You’ll be next to me
Just like you used to,
As it should be.

You took a piece of my life
When God decided to call on your name
I think it was all a mistake
And now nothing will ever be the same
Cause here there’s someone
That still loves you, that still weeps for you
And in my dreams
I still long for your return
Knowing that that will never happen
Completely devastates me.

No matter how much
I close and open my eyes
What gone it is gone
And how I wish to feel you
To touch your face again
To hold you in my arms
Come back to me, please
Don’t be only a memory.

Please don’t depart from here
I think it’s far too soon
Maybe you can linger a bit longer
At least for a few years now…
Maybe forever…
Maybe for an eternity…
Maybe…
I’m sorry…
Please…
Come…
Back…
Please…

Cadence: Syncopated

The entities are not sympathetic to your needs
The ending that was once written foresees
Something to keep you in control, under-sieged
The mockup won’t supplant the real seeds.

A legion master has taken up the reins
To place the summit and begin to reign
No other choice but to submit under his orders
To burn the old law as the new world gathers.

The corner stone has lost its angularity
Now that the saved ones has transformed their personalities
A transmutation coming from the shadows
The rise of the fallen prince calling from the gallows.

Desire is a thing that betrays the restriction
And turns all of the rights in your conviction
It’s like a lever that pulls you back to the junction
Whenever you draught more of it there’s no satisfaction.

The chime of the hour will sound aloud
Tying up all those who love to slither to the ground
Just to collect the loot that you’ve plowed
While the black dogs pace to encircle you around.


Elizabeth

Precious pretty little living being
Looking for love, aching for skin
Something soft to pull you in
Something real and comforting.

Standing at the edge, close to fall
Wondering; “Does anything matter at all?”
With no one else to blame but you
So you guess is no one’s but your own fault.

Memories of childhood
Memories of family
Where has everybody go?
Why are they not here?

Sister is too busy with her husband and children
And mom’s health is too fragile to listen to her problems
One foot on the air, the other on the ledge
What happened in life that led her to this place?

She screams her lungs out
She burst in tears and shouts;
“If there’s anyone out there to hold me still
Might as well stop me now before I go for the kill.”

And so a shadow leaps from the ledge
And plunges into the depths of the sea
Sinking in, sinking in…
And as it reaches to the bottom
She thinks; “maybe I didn’t yell loud enough…”