Submissions by TwofoldSilence (Brandon S Nabhan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poet /musician
DARK POEM
Published
17th Jan 2013 4:02am
17th Jan 2013 4:02am
SQUIRM
The path is of the righteous
The ground is for the dead
An answer to the madness
The voice inside the head
The noose is for the wicked
Corroded and unclean
The horror of reality
The essence of a dream
The body is the temple
Inhabitor; the worm
Death the only taker
In hell forever squirm
The crown is for the savior
The grave is for the king
The trumpets of destruction
With symphony they sing
The ground is for the dead
An answer to the madness
The voice inside the head
The noose is for the wicked
Corroded and unclean
The horror of reality
The essence of a dream
The body is the temple
Inhabitor; the worm
Death the only taker
In hell forever squirm
The crown is for the savior
The grave is for the king
The trumpets of destruction
With symphony they sing
107 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
16th Dec 2012 8:17am
16th Dec 2012 8:17am
Honeydripper Nightmare
Who let the honey drip
The root of wicked wisdom
To cause my cautious foe to slip
And blind the prophets vision
Who burns the sacred oils
To gather from the ashes
A whisper of a babies breath
A tear from virgin lashes
This be the spell that binds you
The honey drippers dream
The hand of rage that slowly rips
the binding from the seams
In ruin and on parchment
Presented is my plea
To slowly watch the honey drip
Reveal unto me
The root of wicked wisdom
To cause my cautious foe to slip
And blind the prophets vision
Who burns the sacred oils
To gather from the ashes
A whisper of a babies breath
A tear from virgin lashes
This be the spell that binds you
The honey drippers dream
The hand of rage that slowly rips
the binding from the seams
In ruin and on parchment
Presented is my plea
To slowly watch the honey drip
Reveal unto me
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2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Dec 2012 8:45pm
14th Dec 2012 8:45pm
Christus in Altum
Christus in Altum
The Christ and the angel of light
In the maelstrom of evil and might
Who does dictate the wrong from the right
In this vision of blasphemous sight
What a penance devours the scales
And what hammer has conquered the nails
On his belly the serpent will crawl
Shedding cheer "to the death of us all"
The mouths of the wretched will feed
As the veins of the innocent bleed
Will the prophets remember his name
When the maggots make feast of their brain
As the child is born from the womb
And...
The Christ and the angel of light
In the maelstrom of evil and might
Who does dictate the wrong from the right
In this vision of blasphemous sight
What a penance devours the scales
And what hammer has conquered the nails
On his belly the serpent will crawl
Shedding cheer "to the death of us all"
The mouths of the wretched will feed
As the veins of the innocent bleed
Will the prophets remember his name
When the maggots make feast of their brain
As the child is born from the womb
And...
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Feb 2012 5:16pm
6th Feb 2012 5:16pm
Vacancy
Too many days in the sun
Have now taken their toll
It is this thought that haunts me
That drives me to rise from my ashes
Out of misfortune and into a flame
This vision of final becoming
Deliberate actions of cunning
Movements fluid and stealth
Though motives are over invented at best
In this you forget your love
Become numb to the pain
For you will never feel again
Death is forever
It's sleep at last
A long deserved vacation
If the angel should come to you
In the deep of your vacancy ...
Have now taken their toll
It is this thought that haunts me
That drives me to rise from my ashes
Out of misfortune and into a flame
This vision of final becoming
Deliberate actions of cunning
Movements fluid and stealth
Though motives are over invented at best
In this you forget your love
Become numb to the pain
For you will never feel again
Death is forever
It's sleep at last
A long deserved vacation
If the angel should come to you
In the deep of your vacancy ...
167 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2012 5:10pm
3rd Feb 2012 5:10pm
love through the eye of misery
Love is claw
Like piercing talon
Cursed the life
Of Edgar Allan
Made his thoughts
Be pale gray
Might haunt him
To this very day
Had he not died
In misery
He'd still be moaning
Miserably
Of how his love
Had left a hole
To bitter
Any creatures soul
Love is bow
And piercing arrow
Wind beneath
The falling sparrow
Fruit turns bitter
After sweet
The rolling ground
Beneath your feet
Raindrops falling
From the sky ...
Like piercing talon
Cursed the life
Of Edgar Allan
Made his thoughts
Be pale gray
Might haunt him
To this very day
Had he not died
In misery
He'd still be moaning
Miserably
Of how his love
Had left a hole
To bitter
Any creatures soul
Love is bow
And piercing arrow
Wind beneath
The falling sparrow
Fruit turns bitter
After sweet
The rolling ground
Beneath your feet
Raindrops falling
From the sky ...
395 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2012 5:01pm
3rd Feb 2012 5:01pm
Envy for the psyche
Envy for my finger tips
Having all the fun
Loading bullets in to clips
Counting one by one
Envy cold black metal
Smelling powder seeing grey
Embracing dark emotion
As the people fall away
Envy for my eyes
That see the flashes from the barrel
Envy for my ears
That hear the screams that mock a carol
Envy for my feet
That walk upon the bloody floor
Envy for the psyche
In delusion evermore
Having all the fun
Loading bullets in to clips
Counting one by one
Envy cold black metal
Smelling powder seeing grey
Embracing dark emotion
As the people fall away
Envy for my eyes
That see the flashes from the barrel
Envy for my ears
That hear the screams that mock a carol
Envy for my feet
That walk upon the bloody floor
Envy for the psyche
In delusion evermore
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2012 2:45am
3rd Feb 2012 2:45am
Where the worm devours
My sleeping friends
They do not dream
This life is not as it may seem
The hell of this confusing spiral
Torture of our own denial
Now the dust of dying days
Blinding vision in a haze
Has the rigor mortis found
The body 'fore it hits the ground
And as your smile turned to dust
So did heavens beauty rust
Fire with unending thirst
Vena cava does it burst
Where the worm devours , whole
Remnants of a dying soul
Fixed intense on this disaster
Set to surve a thousand masters
Floating on a league of pain
Slowly...
They do not dream
This life is not as it may seem
The hell of this confusing spiral
Torture of our own denial
Now the dust of dying days
Blinding vision in a haze
Has the rigor mortis found
The body 'fore it hits the ground
And as your smile turned to dust
So did heavens beauty rust
Fire with unending thirst
Vena cava does it burst
Where the worm devours , whole
Remnants of a dying soul
Fixed intense on this disaster
Set to surve a thousand masters
Floating on a league of pain
Slowly...
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1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2012 2:01am
3rd Feb 2012 2:01am
The slaughter
A smile on my face
Blood drips from my hand
I am nocturnal
A killer of man
On bodies I feed
Off the bones of the dead
While night shines it's darkness
And love on my head
I pick out my victims
Like pigs that they are
Cold grasp of the devil
I'm in way too far
My duty bestowed
Is to pummel and maim
No killer before me
Was ever the same
Hidden by shadow
Behind you I creep
No on around you
To hear whe you weep
Your time now is up
Says the tip of my blade
The...
Blood drips from my hand
I am nocturnal
A killer of man
On bodies I feed
Off the bones of the dead
While night shines it's darkness
And love on my head
I pick out my victims
Like pigs that they are
Cold grasp of the devil
I'm in way too far
My duty bestowed
Is to pummel and maim
No killer before me
Was ever the same
Hidden by shadow
Behind you I creep
No on around you
To hear whe you weep
Your time now is up
Says the tip of my blade
The...
299 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
1st Feb 2012 2:16am
1st Feb 2012 2:16am
Crimson
The starving teeth of shrapnel
Rip away the life of the lamb
The existence of their race
Disappears on my command
Another peace corps falls
Their freedom up in flames
The air is laced with the breath of napalm
As their blinded by the clouds of death
No regrets in the taking of life
Now it's time to put them to rest
Another peace corps falls
Their freedom up in flames
We spray the gases of crimson
Forcing them into submission
We make them drop to their knees
Until their village pleads
Now the...
Rip away the life of the lamb
The existence of their race
Disappears on my command
Another peace corps falls
Their freedom up in flames
The air is laced with the breath of napalm
As their blinded by the clouds of death
No regrets in the taking of life
Now it's time to put them to rest
Another peace corps falls
Their freedom up in flames
We spray the gases of crimson
Forcing them into submission
We make them drop to their knees
Until their village pleads
Now the...
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2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
1st Feb 2012 2:03am
1st Feb 2012 2:03am
Curse of the dieing planet
Today is the day
The day that we all disappear
Off the face of the earth
For the ending of the world is near
Soon to be the end
When the priests are proven to be liers
Blistered is my flesh
And ripped away by the fires
Covered in blackness
As I face the ending of the earth
Angry gods shout upon us
Never again a rebirth
Curse of the dieing planet
The day the world cries
Until covered in blackness
And the blood spills from my eyes
The day that we all disappear
Off the face of the earth
For the ending of the world is near
Soon to be the end
When the priests are proven to be liers
Blistered is my flesh
And ripped away by the fires
Covered in blackness
As I face the ending of the earth
Angry gods shout upon us
Never again a rebirth
Curse of the dieing planet
The day the world cries
Until covered in blackness
And the blood spills from my eyes
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1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
7th Jan 2012 4:44pm
7th Jan 2012 4:44pm
The blind will follow
Put the humble to the grinding stone
May the weak feel the heat penetrate to the bone
Do the streets become a cemetery
When the graveyards are filled with the loved ones we bury
Is the penalty for unbelievers
Will the pain at its best, be the same for deceivers
A calling to the fallen many
As their numbers do grow so does strength by the plenty
Rip the doctrine
That they blindly follow
Where does old find it's self
In the ways of tomorrow
May the weak feel the heat penetrate to the bone
Do the streets become a cemetery
When the graveyards are filled with the loved ones we bury
Is the penalty for unbelievers
Will the pain at its best, be the same for deceivers
A calling to the fallen many
As their numbers do grow so does strength by the plenty
Rip the doctrine
That they blindly follow
Where does old find it's self
In the ways of tomorrow
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2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Jan 2012 4:34pm
7th Jan 2012 4:34pm
Doom in Paradise
And now in our last of days
We still refuse to bow
Even in the sight of god
We are the goats leading the sheep to slaughter
Serpent of every tongue
Versed in the ancient ways
Rip from the book the apocalypse page
Blacken the words of thy father
We have no remorse for this
Broken the whole of vows
Sefer the covenant ,eternal
Wallow among the sow
All that I have is this
Carcass of dieing me
Floating cold in the abyss
Color of entropy
Symbol of mass decay
Nailed to a hollow tree
Follow...
We still refuse to bow
Even in the sight of god
We are the goats leading the sheep to slaughter
Serpent of every tongue
Versed in the ancient ways
Rip from the book the apocalypse page
Blacken the words of thy father
We have no remorse for this
Broken the whole of vows
Sefer the covenant ,eternal
Wallow among the sow
All that I have is this
Carcass of dieing me
Floating cold in the abyss
Color of entropy
Symbol of mass decay
Nailed to a hollow tree
Follow...
150 reads
3 Comments
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