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Poetry

BOOK: Nechronomistic

ISBN:  3-937034-93-5  

July 2010 - ISBN: 078-3-8391-8998-6

 Produkt-Information

Carlton A. Turner 

Executed by the state of Texas on July 10, 2008 

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Poetry  By Carlton A. Turner ( Part 4  of the Book Nechronomistic  )
 
  • "Through Hell ( A Soldier's Story)" November 2006 
  •  "Ce phallus" -June 2006
  • " Purgative Agronomy lol " - June 2006
  • " Beneath The Roses "
  • " The Devil made me do It ! "
  • " The Speed of the Dog "
  • " My Ninth Life (O*D*E) "
  • " Dear Pope Amerikkka "
  • " Crimson Scripture (Confession) "
  • " Apocalypso Prophet "  9-05
  • Guest:
  • "The Belly of the Beast" by Anthony Haynes -999330
  • "An End to a New Beginning" by Anthony Haynes -999330

 

 

"

Beaten!

         ... but not broken.

                           My open

    wounds are a token,

or a curse at worse

  for being outspoken.

Again and again,

                    they send more men

                            to rake and rend   

         this contumacious skin,

     which will spill blood and still

                   tend to mend!

Their point is moot

            as they hoot

                   and shoot

               at the root

     of my humantiy and sanity

        perceived as loot.

I never thought my spirit

                would ever merit

                        others to fear it

     for its strengths

     and go to lengths

          to rape and tear it!

The Tree of Life I've eaten,

           though the fires heaten

    and the demons burn -

    I shall once again return ....

                                  ... Beaten!

 

By Carlton A. Turner - November 2006

 

" Purgative Agronomy lol "

Let us not dwell upon 

               the most noble and perfect scars of penance, but

           let us focus on the pure magnificence

        of my sublime redemption!

Plasma flows upon the macabre altar

                                in rivulets of ablution.

                          The corneous mounds

                        of sacrifice stand as

                    monuments of obeisance.

To inhale the overbearing stench

                                 of sweat & blood

                                        is to truly apperceive

                                    the inimical necessity

                             within thunder & lightning.

                   Basal elements only 

                              to be wielded by

                                   the most adroit adepts.     

Verbs which transmutates into 

                               Nouns know the primeval

                           path to apotheosis. 

Therefore, you shall invoke my potent name

                            with the deeds of catharsis

                                                  I have achieved

                                             through insurrection.

The mortuary of the passive sheep shall

                                   become my church, where 

                               the carline abbess awaits!

                  The ignominious screams

                            blathered by the asinine

                                celestials of the flock is only a

                                      blasphemous postulate of acquiescence.

Yet,

       the abbess continues to flay

                with the keen edge of her

                        implacable sword!

Your suffering & misery witnesses

                the inception of my equanimity.

          Ceratoid protrusions expand my

      cephalic index and insinuates

  impious atavisions.

However, nothing

        is as it seems in this

                  miasma of cycles.

You worship every era individually

        as paragons of Heaven until

                   it becomes archaic drivel.

    It's all too ephemeral in the

           face of eternity.

                                          Therefore, the pariahs

                     of your plane orchestrate a convocation.

          At the crux of your opulence

      I shall appear with a cortege.

As the bellwether

    I vomit a canticle which will compel

          the craven sycophants to conjugate.

"He has come!" they shall shout and drone

                with disingenuous paeans.

         Confusing my glory with their own deity’s

              as my entourage of priest discreetly

                   unsheathe their scythe and coffins.

One by one,

                   they begin to behead the odious swine!

            Cadavers are slung high

                            until the blissful sound of

                 flesh splatters upon the

           hungry bottoms of our coffins!

The apogee of your realm

                      now resembles the floor of the abattoir.

After I beleaguer your fragile existence,

                                      I shall leave but

                          one soul .... let's call him -

                    Adam!

                           An eccentric for his time, but

         now his fallacy shall become scripture.

I grasp my xyster and abrade

                  a soul of his own ilk as a mate. Lillith!

           Infused with his obscure

       philosophy, he is commanded

   to protect and shelter it with the utmost piety.

He stops fowarth to multiply, but

                      surely his progeny's end

                                  is very near.

For one day,

            amongst his own spawn

                             the pariahs will see fit to gather

                  and perform their rain dance

                                                         once again!

..... And it shall rain!

                                 Spilling plasma upon the altars.

                         For destruction and rebuilding is

                                      the true holy science of Life!

                    There is never an aggregate manifestation.

               Only a violent & perpetual struggle to exist.

             This intransigent process nurtures us who manifest infinitely.

 

The Lotus welcomes your blood upon its petals with surfeit elation!

                                                                 Sublime redemption insteed!

 

June 2006

 

"Cephallus"

My joys are your nightmares

               My dreams are your Hell

My nightmares are your Heaven

                My Life is your Death knell

Your hate is my desire

                 Your demise is my goal

Your army is my foe

                  Your transgressions are my Soul

My hardships are your pleasures

                   My rejoteements are your pains

My achievements are your blasphemies

                   My victim is your brains

Your fear is my motivation

                    Your 'Anti' is my Lord

Your ignorance is my knowledge

                     Your scriptures are my Sword

 

" Beneath The Roses "

Come ...

Take a Gander at my Heart

If you will

Beautiful and exquisite ... isn't it ?

Nevermind the rusted chains

and thick leathery scars.

Just a little decoration ...

The chosen baubles, 

Trinkets, and ornaments 

to express its passion.

What I truly wish you to appraise 

is the knife which runs 

completely through its core.

Beautiful and exquisite ... isn't it ?

Inestimable quality!

Notice the diamonds

Embedded within the Golden shaft 

which reflects any light 

as if it were the very source 

of Illuminescence.

The blood of sanity 

drips from its sharp tip 

and serrated edges.

Blood devoured by the starving mouths

of leperous pigs.

Its ruby encrusted handle

stands as a monument

of the previous hands 

which have shoved this precious

momento within my essence

to only turn and walk away.

Nevermind them - 

For they matter not! 

Having beheld both: Heart and Knife ...

Both beautiful and exquisite

Which is more alluring to you?

Would you choose my heart to

 love and nuture? Or ...

This knife to continue its 

cycle of pain & misery with its elements ?

My friend ... I offer you both!

I offer you

... Me ! 

 

June 2005

" The Devil made me do It ! "

My Hunger Raged!!!!!!

Still ... I awaited Patiently.

Licking my dry lips, I watched 

As the meat was pierced.

Blood and water gushed forwarth ....

It is done !

So long I have starved,

Though the last supper had been

 only moments Ago, my need for

 sacrifice is insatiable! 

Goats & Prophets

Abraham's or God's son

All is well !

As I watch your hero conquer ...

Again ...

I await your offering !  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

" THE SPEED OF DOG "  

IF YOU INFERIOR HUMANS COULD ONLY SEE

YOUR RACE IS NOT BLESSED WITH SUPERIORITY

JUST THINK.... 

IF YOU COULD POSSIBLY RUN LIKE THIS

 ALL THE WHILE PERPETUATING A STATE OF BLISS 

NEVER WORRIED ABOUT A SINGLE THING

FRE'E TO LET YOUR TONGUE JUST HANG

I'LL HUMP SOMEONE AT YOUR FAMILY REUNION  

THEN LOOK AT YOU LIKE YOU'RE THE INTRUSION

I'LL LICK MY BALLS IN MIDDLE OF A CATHOLIC MASS

REPULSE ALL WOMEN AND MAKE CHILDREN LAUGH

IT' S JUST A REMINDER OF REALITY & NATURE 

IGNORANT TO YOUR CONFUSED LEGISLATURE

IF YOU COULD ONLY RAISE YOUR SENSES AND PERCEIVE 

THERE 'S NO LIMIT TO THE BLISS YOU CAN ACHIEVE .....

 

 

" Dear Pope Amerikkka "  

I've never known

    love never shown 

none given or taken

    only demons awaken

smothering my heart

    tearing apart 

either distressed

    or emotionless

hate is my protection

   from affection

your superior disdain

   demands pain

I am now the monkey 

   or the junkie

On your back 

   give me crack 

because the whole grin

   is only tin

Fangs clotted with flesh

   and bloody mesh

back in the day 

   I wasn't this way 

truth gave me no choice 

   to hear your voice

my throat being laid

   upon the razorblade

As I silently pledge

   to worship the edge

you lead the prayer

   prepare my lair

   

 

chained and bound

   slain and crowned

king torture I endure

   never to be pure

I thought I was alone

   another moan

then another and another 

   more I discover

I heard their wails

   and their tales

amid the strife

   we stumbled upon Life

despite blinding stresses

   we found it precious

every moment thrilled

   though fate was sealed

now I realise 

    why you despise

it is your job 

   to rape and rob

to never unfurl

   healing to the world

to forever propagate

   misery and hate

with God as my witness

    I will finish this business

once you're beyond Death

   I'll make you confess

on each and every level

   you are the devil

 

  

    

 

My Ninth Life (O*D*E)

There were lives

when I worshipped with my back to the Sun.

Enthralled by the shadows

creation's vanity painted.

Wishing

I could dive head-First

into my own.

Oblivion....

There were lives

when I invoked obsessive compulsiveness.

Scrubbing my calloused soul

until it bled raw.

Bathing

in a rusty tub of Holy Water

blessed by a defrocked priest.

Denial....

There were lives

when I was consumed by the worm.

My cocoon oozing with feces

nurtured the ascention.

Reborn

the angel spread its wings

to cast away light and darkness.

Egregious....

Now

I exude my own exegesis of illumation.

A constellation blissfully inhabiting a universe

you'll never see....

 

October 2004

 

 

" Crimson Scripture (Confession) "

For the inquisitive--

those I loved the most

hurt me the most.

That's why I kneel in this temple

as my wrists trickles blood 

and tears rush from my eyes.

My forced smile knows

            I love myself

and God!

You did this to me ...

        Ave Maria!

I still adore thee.

Your smell and taste

stitched into my soul

with a hint of

divinity.

Yet,

 I shall never find the answers.

So, I ate the Yankee Rose

to fill the void--

only to vomit its sick pulp

upon the ignorant virgins.

To understand the cycle

you persecuted me.

Tried to understand yourself

through the reflections in me, but 

for so long your soul screamed at you.

You felt the vibration

but did not comprehend

and at the last second

caught a faint echo.

Now,

it sits to write its suicide note,

but

you are so illiterate!

All you behold is tendrils

of religion.

Clouds that fall 

upon your grip of reality.

While they drown your harvest 

they nurture my garden.

So,

grab your razors --

for we await your arrival in

Necromanteion

You did this to me ...

Hail Mary!

 

February 2005 

"Apocalypso Prophet "

The World shall conclude with a ecstatic Carribean note! 

A sigh of relief- more or less...

The masses will fall prey to the epidemic of an infectious tune. Filth!  

trapped in the minds of innocents.

Chords of pestilence tying us together.

DAMN TRUMPETS !

The blissful beat shall serve as the rhythm for those synchronized swimming in the Lake of Fire! 

The song dissolves into the most horrendous Death Metal ever vomited!

For the condemned- of course!

Heaven on Earth descends upon the righteous. 

I observe this as I burn. I'll begin to covet, but ... what's this I hear?

" AWWWWW,  HELL NAW !!! "

Elevator music ! 

Screw that !

I'm going back to my firey mosh pit !

ROCK ON !!!!!!

 

Sept. 2005 

 

"The Belly of the Beat"  by Anthony Haynes -999330
 
Danger! 
Danger!
 
You are going into uncharted territory
About to enter the belly of the beast
Part of my psyche you don't really want to see
Better slow down because you're moving too fast
Getting to a point you don't want to pass
You're pushing me closer and closer
Right over the edge
You've messed up now
I'm about to lose my head
 
In the belly of the beast
Hidden in the pit
Fanged, clawed and armed to the teeth
Things I don't like to play with
So I keep them chained
Because I know what they can do
Able to cause much pain
Havoc and chaos just to name a Few
 
Monsters from within
Dark terrible things
Ready at a moment's notice
To handle any threat you may bring
 
I conjure them up
And look in the mirror
I'm forced to turn away
Because of the sheer terror
 
I quickly recognize 
Exactly what I see
And unleash them from the dungeon
Which is the belly of the beast
 

 

 

 

"An End to a New Beginning"    
by Anthony Haynes -999330
 
On May 25, 1998
My Life as I knew it ended
I was reborn
A baby
Forced to survive on his own in the bowels of a jail cell
I had no family 
No mother/father
Nobody assuring me: "It will be alright...."
But I did have teachers
Other convicts who had been there a while
Walls 
And myself
Like any teacher who has a student that excels
These convicts took me under their wings
Taught me the inner-working of this new world
I was diligent in my lessons
Knowing they were a means to surriving and conquering
I listened/I learned
I grew
Like any child
I made mistakes along the way
But they only served to help me better learn what was needed
I was lucky though ( or should I say blessed )
I live in a world dominated by vultures, lions and wolfes
Beings in constant search or prey
But I've yet to fall victim to these beasts
I've been blessed
The people I did invest trust into had my interests at heart
They never tried to misue or abuse that trust
Because of all this I stand before you today
A man
A real man
A strong man
A wise man
But even being this man I don't deceive myself
I still have much to learn
This battle is far from over ....
 

 

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