THE INVISIBLE POET: Mate Crime: Learning Disability Week - Blog - The F-Word

THE INVISIBLE POET

Welcome to The Invisible Poet. A Blog about my life in the shadows of dense black mist. YOU CAN STILL ENJOY LIFE. BUT WITHOUT PUTTING YOUR OWN IN DANGER. I'm in my own little fantasy bubble. THE BOOK OF 'THE FURIES' WILL SET US FREE.

ANTHEM AMARIUM

WHEN YOU LOSE SIGHT OF LIFE.
JUST HOLD ONTO YOUR DREAMS.
SECRETS MAKETH A BEING SO TRUE.
WHEN THE SKIN DEEP HAVE VANNISHED.

Cherry Divine 2012

Tuesday, 28 August 2012

Mate Crime: Learning Disability Week - Blog - The F-Word

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THE OTHER INVISIBLES

THE BLACK DOVE

SHE BRINGS RETRIBUTION.

OTHERKINS OF DARKNESS

THE FURIES OF CHAOS

Contradiction Isn't A Weakness

Sometimes we all contradict ourselves.
But this is not a weakness or a flaw.
We are questioning all the facts about
life and beyond. They say we can't be
in two places all at the same time. But
we are in time and space. Even time
and space contradict themselves.

A Prophet Without Honour.

A prophet should not be without honour,
in his/her own country. But we are treated
that way, by the same establishments that
dictate and criticise. And even poets get
treated badly too. That's why it is good to
have an unhealthy aversion to the modern
world, that disrespects our freedoms of
diversity.

Sir Markus Furiae.

ABANDONED

I was abandoned by heaven. They wouldn't allow me into
hell. So I was cursed as a fallen star. But now I survive in
the sanctity of night. Even where daylight is too ignorant.
I am the thorn in the side of life. But a blessing to the dark.
May all that abandoned me, be punnished and cast aside.
When the great Tisiphone calls.

Sir Markus Furiae.

I AM THE SHADOW

I AM THE SHADOW UNDER YOUR BED.
A SEXUALITY THAT YOU FEAR AND DREAD.
THE COLD HEAT OF A NEGLECTED HEART.
A WRAITH INSIDE YOUR MENTAL MADNESS.
THE OUTCAST DESTRUCTOID, THAT YOU CANNOT
ESCAPE FROM. I WILL HOUND YOU TO YOUR GRAVE.
AND EVEN FAR BEYOND DEATH. YOU LEFT ME ALL
ALONE IN THE DARKNESS. BUT NOW THIS TIME IT
IS YOUR TURN TO DIE ALONE.

ONLY THE ALTERNATIVE MAY VISIT THIS PLACE.

Mother Is Giver.

The mother is the giver of life.
The earth is the truth of poison.
The moon is the Angel of harmony.
The shadows are our dearest friends.
The companions that hide in darkness.
Where the dense mist remains a blanket.
That hides the unloved in graveyards.
And our nightmare is forboding to life.
With love, an invisible guider at our sides.
Uttering odd chants to all murdered angels.
To wake the undead, so as to rise from sleep.

by Mark Parry.

SILENCE IS A DARK ANGEL

SILENCE IS A DARK ANGEL.
SPEAKING LOUDER THAN NOISE..
NO NEED FOR HARSH WORDS.
HER GENTLE WHISPERING CALLS.
BRINGING HARMONY TO THE NIGHT.
THAT SOFT BREEZE OF NOCTURNIAM.
FALLS UPON THE PALE FLESH OF SLEEP.
WHEN SHE COMES TO VISIT MY HEAT.
I BURN AND YEARN FOR HER PASSION.
THAT DARKEST KISS OF DEEP REGRET.
I SWALLOW HER MIDNIGHT TEARS.
LOST IN MANY FORGOTTEN MOMENTS.

Cherry Divine 2012.

Easy Words.

EASY WORDS MAKE MORE BETTER SENSE.
THEY ARE ABOUT WHO AND WHAT WE ARE.
THEY NEVER COMPLICATE MATTERS OF LIFE.
NOR DO THEY RULE THE DARK HEART OF LOVE.

by Sir Markus Furiae.

EXCOMMUNICATED

WHEN YOU EXCOMMUNICATE SOMEONE
BECAUSE THEY ARE DIFFERENT. BE CAREFUL
WHAT YOU ARE DOING. THE SUPERNATURAL
MAY JUST EXCOMMUNICATE YOU FOR INFINITY.

Sir Markus Furiae.

No Conformity by Sir Markus Furiae.

Cowering in their false attitudes of tiny love.
We reject the world of their worthless conformities.
A new law is rising from the black flames of dusk.
Destiny will be their death, as a kiss on the lips.
From the poisonous dark angel of destruction.
He will bring a war so great and magnificant.
But only dark hearts shall be free to roam.
Where the sunlight dares not to penetrate.
The vampire lands of nocturnal sleeplessness.

by Sir Markus Furiae.

ARMARNIAM NOCTURNOS.

Out of my deranged head, there comes a
black answer. I am devoid of all happiness.
A childhood of continuous isolation. Like a
sunless desert without rain. Do not fuck with
furious entities. Our kind have never been part
of your corrupt planetary system. And we refuse
to follow distorted sheep.

THE TRUE OUTCASTS

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FEAR

The fear of making many mistakes.
Or constantly ending up in the wrong.
Concerns of not knowing what I am.
A distilled childhood of horror or terror.
Has made me a dark and twisted person.
Screaming and shouting in icy solitude.
Where the dead always come to stare.
At the clowns and freaks left behind.
In a world that ignores the invisible.

Cherry Divine 2012.

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