Submissions by Viddax (Lord Viddax)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
In my spare time I have been known to end pointless threads with a quick kill. And rare than that is when I write poetry.
Devil’s Alphabet
Sermon for the Un-loved and Evil
A for Alone, no-one with you
B for Betray, when friends become enemies
C for Curse, hatred upon all
D for Death, the end of all
E for Evil, lots of bad deeds
F for Fear, of paying for your deeds
G for Greed, when you want it all
H for Hate, wishing pain on others
I for Idle, wasting time
J for Jealous, wanting what others have
K for Kill, fully hurt others
L for Lazy, wasting more time
M for Murder, hurt them and kill them
N for Nasty, be evil in deed
O for Odd, difference in evil
P for...
A for Alone, no-one with you
B for Betray, when friends become enemies
C for Curse, hatred upon all
D for Death, the end of all
E for Evil, lots of bad deeds
F for Fear, of paying for your deeds
G for Greed, when you want it all
H for Hate, wishing pain on others
I for Idle, wasting time
J for Jealous, wanting what others have
K for Kill, fully hurt others
L for Lazy, wasting more time
M for Murder, hurt them and kill them
N for Nasty, be evil in deed
O for Odd, difference in evil
P for...
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An Idea of Poetry
Poetry:
Words and Thoughts set for Eternity
Cast for Subjection
a Lasting Impression
upon the Page
sample of an Age
for Other’s minds to Engage.
Cast in Stone
Printed in Ink
Set in Type.
Written with Pen and Passion
Unique from Sword, a good Distraction.
For it can Last
a link to the Past
it Plays it’s Part,
And stay to Inspire
Poetry.
Words and Thoughts set for Eternity
Cast for Subjection
a Lasting Impression
upon the Page
sample of an Age
for Other’s minds to Engage.
Cast in Stone
Printed in Ink
Set in Type.
Written with Pen and Passion
Unique from Sword, a good Distraction.
For it can Last
a link to the Past
it Plays it’s Part,
And stay to Inspire
Poetry.
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Blood Mad
Oo-ar, ooh-ar Farmer in the court
Farmer in the court
Ooh-ar, oohey-ar Framer in thy court.
Let me sing you a ditty,
Of a time so very pretty,
With fair maidens voyaging upstream,
Don't forget the Andes!
How's that?
So folly me follow
Down to the hollow
And there let us wallow in gorious blood.
Blood, glorious blood
Nothing quite like it for caking the mud
Rousing the rabbles
And turning the tah-bles (tables)
There let us scrabble
In notorious Blood!
Farmer in the court
Ooh-ar, oohey-ar Framer in thy court.
Let me sing you a ditty,
Of a time so very pretty,
With fair maidens voyaging upstream,
Don't forget the Andes!
How's that?
So folly me follow
Down to the hollow
And there let us wallow in gorious blood.
Blood, glorious blood
Nothing quite like it for caking the mud
Rousing the rabbles
And turning the tah-bles (tables)
There let us scrabble
In notorious Blood!
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I can Love you, I can Kill you
I can Love you, I can Kill you
I can heal you, I can Disease you
That is if I did love you truly, madly, deeply
That is when I kill you fully and completely
I can’t love you; I just want you
I don’t need you; except to feel you.
If we were to meet on another street
I could lie and be open to deceit
Only so that I could keep you
And maybe control and subdue too
You can see the best and the worst
That drives my hunger and my thirst.
You are so beautiful and pure
But you already know I’m sure
And this makes me sick...
I can heal you, I can Disease you
That is if I did love you truly, madly, deeply
That is when I kill you fully and completely
I can’t love you; I just want you
I don’t need you; except to feel you.
If we were to meet on another street
I could lie and be open to deceit
Only so that I could keep you
And maybe control and subdue too
You can see the best and the worst
That drives my hunger and my thirst.
You are so beautiful and pure
But you already know I’m sure
And this makes me sick...
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Wanting Duality
Passion Suppressed
Memory Oppressed
the Soul now Distressed.
I Thought I did my Best
Now to Become a Beast
the Poet not Impressed.
In Madness I Seek Sanctuary
but Fall to more Sin and Debauchery.
Meaning Forgotten
the Heart turned Rotten.
Changed for Eternity
Hating, Loathing all in Infinity
Paranoia, Anger, Greed, Envy growing Infinitely.
Just Seeking Simplicity
to Live or Love in Duality
and not
Alone
Memory Oppressed
the Soul now Distressed.
I Thought I did my Best
Now to Become a Beast
the Poet not Impressed.
In Madness I Seek Sanctuary
but Fall to more Sin and Debauchery.
Meaning Forgotten
the Heart turned Rotten.
Changed for Eternity
Hating, Loathing all in Infinity
Paranoia, Anger, Greed, Envy growing Infinitely.
Just Seeking Simplicity
to Live or Love in Duality
and not
Alone
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Ode for Sheogorath
Ode for Sheogorath
Come swim with the Birds and the Bees
And Gods flying in their threes
And logical Minded monkeys in the trees
Thank you but no Please!
You try to Halt and put it all on freeze
Here is the Daedric Prince, on your Knees
But you’ve been touched by the Madness
Just Embrace it with total Gladness
For Madness creates Art
A stage for actors to play the Part
Let it find a place in the Heart
Or, face the Retribution and Wrath
Of our rightful Lord Sheogorath
So come dance to the very merry jig
Offer up the yarn, gem and...
Come swim with the Birds and the Bees
And Gods flying in their threes
And logical Minded monkeys in the trees
Thank you but no Please!
You try to Halt and put it all on freeze
Here is the Daedric Prince, on your Knees
But you’ve been touched by the Madness
Just Embrace it with total Gladness
For Madness creates Art
A stage for actors to play the Part
Let it find a place in the Heart
Or, face the Retribution and Wrath
Of our rightful Lord Sheogorath
So come dance to the very merry jig
Offer up the yarn, gem and...
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4 Comments
If Gods ruled the world
If Gods ruled the world
No more beaurocracy
Or red-tape stupidity
Falsified democracy
Pointless monarchy
Fat-cat oligarchy
Karma meritocracy?
Merely simplicity
Possibly insanity
Unfettered creativity
Endless possibility
Ruled by tyranny
Of true divinity
Materially existing
Perfectly directing
Endless placating
Freedom inflating
Liberal mating
Minimal hating
End of dictating
Passion sating
Stricture slating
Highest rating
When Gods rule the world.
No more beaurocracy
Or red-tape stupidity
Falsified democracy
Pointless monarchy
Fat-cat oligarchy
Karma meritocracy?
Merely simplicity
Possibly insanity
Unfettered creativity
Endless possibility
Ruled by tyranny
Of true divinity
Materially existing
Perfectly directing
Endless placating
Freedom inflating
Liberal mating
Minimal hating
End of dictating
Passion sating
Stricture slating
Highest rating
When Gods rule the world.
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Nothing matters any more for me
Nothing matters any more for me
The lights are out
The darkness is here
Bringing sad fear
And the feeling has gone
Shed not one tear
Nothing really matters
Why can’t anyone see?
Nothing matters for me
Nothing really matters
Any more for me.
I did all I could
I’ve lived my life
Through the strife
Tried to see it all through
I fall on my knife
Love has flitted by
I am now empty and alone
But I sound out no groan
I feel nothing any more these days
Soul and heart make no tone
Nothing...
The lights are out
The darkness is here
Bringing sad fear
And the feeling has gone
Shed not one tear
Nothing really matters
Why can’t anyone see?
Nothing matters for me
Nothing really matters
Any more for me.
I did all I could
I’ve lived my life
Through the strife
Tried to see it all through
I fall on my knife
Love has flitted by
I am now empty and alone
But I sound out no groan
I feel nothing any more these days
Soul and heart make no tone
Nothing...
251 reads
2 Comments
Deck the halls with fools and berries!
Deck the halls with fools and berries!
Deck the halls with fools and berries
Fill the boats and drunken ferries
“Ha, ha ha!” the psychotics sing
Sing the songs of sanguine howling
Of drunken revelry and stomachs growling
Slay a stranger in manic passing
Ye faithful, all are massing
“Burn, baby burn” the pyromaniacs sing
Bathe in blood to paint the town red
Through randomness the boring dread
“Back, back I say!” the paranoid sing
The times come to talk of the thing
And have a madman placed as king
It’s the time to be holy...
Deck the halls with fools and berries
Fill the boats and drunken ferries
“Ha, ha ha!” the psychotics sing
Sing the songs of sanguine howling
Of drunken revelry and stomachs growling
Slay a stranger in manic passing
Ye faithful, all are massing
“Burn, baby burn” the pyromaniacs sing
Bathe in blood to paint the town red
Through randomness the boring dread
“Back, back I say!” the paranoid sing
The times come to talk of the thing
And have a madman placed as king
It’s the time to be holy...
276 reads
4 Comments
The Mad King
The Mad King
It is I, the Mad King
That oh so fickle thing
More fickle than luck
Or fate or chance
But I am they and they are me
And we are he or she or you!
Where was I?
Ah yes, it is I, the Mad king
The complex paradoxical thing
Beyond Good and Evil
Making general upheaval
My subjects are not quite with ‘it’
But that’s a mere information tit-bit
All can be mad
No need to be bad
Doesn’t always make you sad.
My home is the Tower of Rapture
And the Despair Dungeons
For I am Chaos and Order refined...
It is I, the Mad King
That oh so fickle thing
More fickle than luck
Or fate or chance
But I am they and they are me
And we are he or she or you!
Where was I?
Ah yes, it is I, the Mad king
The complex paradoxical thing
Beyond Good and Evil
Making general upheaval
My subjects are not quite with ‘it’
But that’s a mere information tit-bit
All can be mad
No need to be bad
Doesn’t always make you sad.
My home is the Tower of Rapture
And the Despair Dungeons
For I am Chaos and Order refined...
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Sleepless InSight
Sleepless insight
When the sun sets the sleepless arise in unconditional declaration
To cast off the shackles of peaceful slumber.
These are those who cannot sleep
But are ecstatically charged at night
Enraptured by the relentless wave to their senses.
These are the Artists who paint in their dreams and nightmares
These are the Athletes who have power in weariness
These are the Addicts who use no material substance
These are the Visionaries driven by their hallucinations
These are the Mad-ones caused by nothing but their own thoughts...
When the sun sets the sleepless arise in unconditional declaration
To cast off the shackles of peaceful slumber.
These are those who cannot sleep
But are ecstatically charged at night
Enraptured by the relentless wave to their senses.
These are the Artists who paint in their dreams and nightmares
These are the Athletes who have power in weariness
These are the Addicts who use no material substance
These are the Visionaries driven by their hallucinations
These are the Mad-ones caused by nothing but their own thoughts...
282 reads
3 Comments
Empty Freedom
Empty freedom
Is this what you thought?
By giving me freedom?
Is this what you were taught?
About a person’s feelings
And about their fragile heart?
Through empty closure
Our paths do untimely part.
You thought wrong
In your gentle plans
For you I still long
But could you know?
A broken love song
Etched upon my heart
All is now wrong.
My heart, my love is lost
But you are safe and secure
Ignorant of the rending cost
In your vain own castle
I am a toppled king
From my throne of love
A broken...
Is this what you thought?
By giving me freedom?
Is this what you were taught?
About a person’s feelings
And about their fragile heart?
Through empty closure
Our paths do untimely part.
You thought wrong
In your gentle plans
For you I still long
But could you know?
A broken love song
Etched upon my heart
All is now wrong.
My heart, my love is lost
But you are safe and secure
Ignorant of the rending cost
In your vain own castle
I am a toppled king
From my throne of love
A broken...
267 reads
4 Comments
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