The used left behind. What is the news to come ahead.
What is the flesh to succeed distress when questions fades to mesmerize.

They come all announced. What slums remains unshed.
Which nerve secretes success when secrets fades to realize.

That ill they suppress. That illumination still creaks.
Who’s ...

Poem Nr. 14: Deep’s Locker


Let no unheard muses call their stages.
Sink them into soundlessness down below.
Take no unsung makers to their pages.
Sink them into uselessness down below.
Grant no untouched prophets for their sages.
Sink them into soulessness down below.
Have no undrawn breathers hale ...

Poem Nr. 13: Ka-Boon


Exploding.miracle of past unloading
Enrolling fabric of the primal tolling
Feeling through your ratchet as you color your stones red
Imploding destruction of scales decoding
Controlling panic of the final poling.
Falling through your hatchet as you holler your wars dead


Helixfinger Out!

Poem Nr. 12 (For halloween): Death Wishes


All that remains is cradling the grave.
Rocking the burial ground that is left to decay.
And still, I say, still your heart’s mourning beat.
For even in defeat, dawn comes to greet some more.
Never wish death, for death wishes you ...

Poem Nr. 11: Nine Lives


Nine. I see the light burning to darkness.
All so swiftly. All so blindly.
Eight. I hear the alarm screaming to deafness.
All so widely. All so loudly.
Seven. I taste the medicine spoiling to sickness.
All so queasily. All so badly.
Six. I sense ...

Some more poetry. Poem Nr. 10: Sunslit


Your shadow growing to blacken the sky
Unfilling the vaccum we rotate inside
Your shadow glowing to blacken the sky
Sealed by the heavenly ocean we´ve seen to forget
Your shadow flowing to blacken the sky
In your reflecton I´ll always ...

Hello, ducks!

Been a while since I did one of these off-top of-my-head kind of pieces. Thought I talk about something that has been on my mind for quite some time. What exactly is deep and profound? A lot of artists throughout history have strived to make their art deep ...

This sunday's poem is contributed by DD member TheDeeMan. This is The Pledge by Darryl Hughes aka TheDeeMan


If my hands were not to touch your hands, or hold them soft in mine.
If my eyes were cast to darkness, so your beauty they cannot find.

Or see your ...

Poem Nr 8: The Fool's Gospel

The dream, to become dreamless
The hope, to become hopeless
The point, to become pointless
The real, to become senseless
The unreal, to become no less


Helixfinger Out!

This sunday's EPIC poem is contributed by DD member TheDeeMan. This is “Beware the Necromancer”: Verse four, by Darryl Hughes aka TheDeeMan

On a vacant black morn, was darkness stillborn, a poor and fatherless bastard.

To swirl in the mass, of hell's foul warpath, and evil redeemed for ...