My Poem Book Excepts

Here are some excepts one from each book please note that this work has legal copy-right which I personally own via Lulu publishing


<< WARNING: The poem excepts are of an adult nature thus not for the kiddies read at your own discretion>> 



The First Book is titled:
Of Tisiphone's Seed and I published it exactly November 27th 2007 it sells for $12.96 through Lulu.com  here is an except piece from the book. (128 Pages are in this book)


I 
Underneath the blood red darkened sky
All along the Underworld's twisted way
The story told once again
Of Pan's sad sorrow and of his pain
One mortal's foll in a God's sweet dream
One venom-hearted queen of forest Nymph
This is a tale of their unrequited love
That's been written through the ages in blood's sweet tears
The Nymph smiles, Pan cries
Pan begs, but the Nymph denies
As night becomes light 
All his joy is fated to turn towards sorrow


Thus is a tale of a succubus of the forest shadows
A tale of Pan's love, pain and lust
His cheated heart and of the Nymph's the broken trust
And her death, and his death and of death itself


His ashes to Her ashes, dust upon dust
Where there's her love, there is his lust
Where there's a Satyr to give his heart
There's a Nymph to tear it apart
Where Pan's giving, the Nymph is taking
Where's the Nymph is faking, Pan's heart is breaking
Where he places his trust deceit's rises her head upon his love unbound
Pan's dream becomes his nightmare of a forest Nymph's treachery



Thus is a tale of a succubus of the forest shadows
A tale of Pan's love, pain and lust
His cheated heart and of the Nymph's the broken trust
And her death, and his death and of death itself


To his sweet despair the Nymph shall take Pan
A shadow of his pipes she will make him
Before Pan's love, his open grave awaits
For on his wrist, her razor blade waits
Young Nymph, hang your head and cry


The above poem was inspired by a dream I had of Pan and being lost in a dark nightmarish forest watching events around me of Satyrs chasing Nymphs.


The Second Book is titled: 

Megaera's Storm and I published it exactly February 1st, 2008 it sells for $14.47 through Lulu.com  here is an except piece from the book. (101 Pages are in this book) <within this book I also Titled the poems individually instead of just using roman numerals.>

Lost
Lost stone found far from time, numbness there gives in to swollen bone laid there
Incarnated flesh found of wood's ash smoldering there
Young flesh of cold flame so pure in corpse's light
Lost and found in a coffin's beloved velvet found there.


This short poem was inspired during a commercial break while watching the zombie movie Dead of the Dead. 


The Third Book is titled:
Alectos Scream and I published it exactly June 13th 2008 

it sells for $12.95 

 through Lulu.com  here is an except piece from the book. (69 Pages are in this book) 

<again within this book I also Titled the poems individually instead of just using roman numerals.>

Moonlight's Seduction

Clouds of parting way give lights shadow of a full moon
Its light that seeks for those chosen souls
Streaming breath of that dark wine from the severed bowl of sky god's genitals hung up high
That shall give life to those eternal temptresses
She that has become known as the whore of shadow's shades thus seen with the naked eye
Winged women of darkness born of the sex of the full moons light
You shall see their faces under that cold darkness mask of night
They bring beauty out into darkness's cold light
Full moons scroll of erotica found under those dark languid moans
Their performance becomes a dance of dark seduction on this cold moonlit night
They call to her to join their lesbos desire and dance and sing within that moonlit night
You fall in the warm grave of their temptation found there
And shall forever lay as dead stone upon the wet ground
And call down those willow branches to play amongst the orchids that are laying with you there
Those winged women dance around your naked flesh
You forever feel their fingers as they fondle your virgin places found naked there
You tremble there in the embrace of their temptations to your body as those dark winged women undress your flesh laying there
And as their dark queen comes forth she does throw off that is of a black dress dark as night
She shall stay upon her knees about your face
For your sight you shall see her dark seductive sexual hole
That dark mistress does lay down upon your body there and in her embrace your thighs shall become in cold heat of her flaming lust
And your feeling there shall feel her tongue as she licks slowly down to your blood filled clitoris there
Of a lick you do to match with her tongues sweet moan and bring cold orgasm of her full moon's dark light
Moonlight that shall light that orgy of those winged women that are bewitching your tender flesh found there bare
Your sight is unable to feel how their greedy mouths shall suckle upon your flesh
Your sightless pain shall flow sweet as that hot bloody wine of your naked sex under the moonlight there


This poem was inspired by several things all at once from a minor scene at the beginning of the Van Helsing movie where the Vampires flew towards the windmill and from reading Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu's Carmilla while hanging out in a used book store.


The Fourth Book is Titled: 
Morvoren's Shadow and I published it exactly January 28th 2009 it sells for $16.50 through Lulu.com here is an except piece from the book. (77 Pages are in this book)


Rain Chaos Call
Oh God of the Rain that calls your reflection of the Gods call to a lifetime of mortality that is not considered mine
Alone and empty she sits upon the throne of your astral belief
Singing harpy sings that chorus of suffering within mortality's grief so much like sand
Upon the anvil of this chaos of the Rain God's smile
That ultimate silence that comes within the quiet chaos of Gods
They have cast to lose their guidance of mankind
Rise the volume of the Storm God's laugh
Raise those chords of Rain God's smile
That dark age has come for the fight of those Elemental Gods
Preparing for a world that the Goddess has declared to be of woman's lust in rain and sand
Revenge mortality seeks of the heights of the Gods above
Upon the anvil of this chaos of the Rain God's smile
That ultimate silence that comes within the quiet chaos of Gods
They have cast to lose their guidance of mankind
They knee before her that cast her creation of this their mortal world
That ultimate silence that comes within the quiet chaos of Gods
Gifted with the silent mind and Goddess heart beyond her immortal soul found there given to you in the voice of your world of uncontrolled suffering lust
Liar voiced of your humanity that breeds chaos on the un-astral plane
Your mortal life of physical war and your lies of control of the natural plane felt inside of you so dark and silent sound
Living Goddess ignored inside your sacred soil
Tasting of my soul that you'll see in flames that this your sacred Goddess has given in her rulership of this your world
Only your most ferocious dreams come in their freedom that your Gods have given thee


This last poem except was inspired by watching Discovery Planet and the series Daily Planet which was talking about Population Problems in that episode I can't specifically remember the name of it.


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Poetry is it worth anything in the 21st century

There are so many disciplines within the literary world but the comments I overhear the most (usually while I'm haunting a local Chapters bookstore) is on the Discipline of Poetry. It has been my life experience that novice authors (and even I fell to this pitfall) think that this is the discipline to start with to get literary experience. Nothing can be further from the truth!! 


We in this electronic, none emotional attachment to the written word society are along way from the Elizabethan Age of Poetry! This is perhaps the most difficult of the disciplines not to write poetry itself but to get to have it noticed by mainstream society at all. I have never checked on the sales of actual poetry books within bookstore chains but I would suspect that books in this genre are not be carted by the cart load up to the cash register.


So this brings me to the question which I have titled this posting; Does Poetry have a worth within the 21st Century? With the experience of nothing having just 1 but 4 Poetry books on the market (self published through lulu. More on lulu later) and having sold no more than a very conservative handful of books (even kept lowering my price) it is my personal opinion that other than a creative excise with the use of words and visualization that Poetry isn't worth alot in the 21st century.


Now I am definitively not saying there are not good poets and poetry out there. There is, but its a very selective market. This is not a discipline to start within if you are going to do this for even medium market sells try another discipline! But like I will always say Don't let me or anyone else stop you from discovering any of the disciplines including this one. Your experiences could be very easily different than my own!


now onwards; within this discipline I stuck to something with is close to my heart my spirituality. I have always written poetry easily, however my expression in this discipline I would have to describe to the novice as influenced by Dante Alighieri who wrote his poetry within an Act expression. Don't worry gang my poetry isn't in Latin! LOL. Another difference where Dante's poetry broadcast his strong Christianity and expressions of that belief form mine broadcasts the Old Wisdom (Paganism) across the Pantheons (not specific to a single Pantheon). I named the titles of 3 of my poem books after the three Greek Furies and the fourth I named after the Mermaid or some say Nightmare depending on the classification.