The Island

Blossoming over virgin waters,

Isolated from piercing eyes,

The toxic touch of mortal monsters,

And their vile, ignorant lies,

Meadows of countless colors

Flow with the cerulean skies.

Blessed with eternal spring,

Bulbs of every size and shade

Explode with life, sparkling,

Filling every vacant glade,

The memories reawakening.

Lives in the mind replayed.

Eternally lit by the bright Olympian,

Darkness lives as mere shadows:

Escorting the trees and the mountain

And the resting busy swallows

Searching for the seafaring man

Who dare search for these meadows.

For tis not a place for discovery,
Rather, it is an island of privilege,

Of honor and of sympathy.

The warrior of virtue, the ruler of knowledge,

Those who righteously seize opportunity

Can endure the posthumous voyage,

Pass ethereal gates of serenity

And live in this image.

Dreaming

I left a Dream in the purgatory of my mind

To fester and rot where none can find.

But there, the corpse is enshrined,

Nursed by the final evil of Pandora,

Secured by the unwelcome aura.

I cannot be saved by the death of the Dream

No matter how I try and scheme:

Buried and forgotten – a faint scream.

Drowned and discarded – a stubborn breath.

They only truly expire with my death.

Part 2: Life

Dropped without intention,

The soulless outcast creation

Left alone – naked and cold –

Luno, with hair of gold,

Skin of bronze and strength of steel,

The one made ideal,

Floats quietly in isolated sea

Watching an eagle fly free,

Admiring the freedom

Swirling like a mocking maelstrom.

The joy of a successful catch,

The anger when talons unlatch,

The love felt for collective kin,

Luno knows he should feel chagrin

As he witnesses true life:

The mixture of mirth and strife.

Waves transport him to shore

From within comes a roar,

The trumpet of a crusade –

Critical of the defect made.

An innate indefinite feeling

Leads to enter the forest burning,

One foot in front of the other,

Compelled toward his father.

This connection unknown

From stitches he had sewn,

Pieces he fit

To the spark he lit –

The father and the son

Long to be one.

And so, Luno searches,

Through forests and marshes,

Over sharp snowy peaks,

To anyone, he speaks:

Following every frivolous lead

With great zeal and speed,

Always to no avail,

Eternally doomed to fail.

Cities expire as years pass,

People break and shatter like glass,

But Luno stays solid.

Death outlasted.

His search had never ceased

Until one day in the east,

Under a strong oak,

A man in a dark cloak,

Accompanied by an eagle bold

With feathers of majestic gold,

Offers a misty solution:

A magnificent talisman –

The Avian Amulet.

A trinket he would not forfeit

Barring a trade.

For his creator, Luno paid,

Perpetual servitude.

Darkness imbued.

Part 1: Birth

Slaving away – crafting and molding –

The old creator sits silently sculpting,

A skilled master of his craft.

But in flows a cold draft:

A memory that haunts,

Together, with the fire, it taunts.

He knows the justice will come

For he lies within the atrium

Between guilt and innocence,

His hands he cannot rinse.

The deed was sound,

But he knows he will be bound:

Theft of that which ought to be shared,

For valiance he will be marred.

The craftsman breathes in the omen,

Awaits retribution for altruistic sin,

And returns to his project,

Searching for any defect,

Any mistake or element forgotten.

Before completion he is taken –

He fights – not in opposition,

But in support of his creation,

For it is not yet whole:

The figure contains no soul.

This animate empty shell

To an adverse earth it fell,

Knocked over in the arrest

As the creator screams his best.

Shot from the sky, as if fired from a gun –

A crash – and it slams into the ocean.

The man with no soul, the heart with no voice

This is Luno – life is now his choice.

Black Velvet

A shroud over a body torn

Disguising in the dark ditch –

A sin of living rags –

The quick fix of velvet stitch.

A hood of the dark fabric

Hiding the identity of deceit –

The murderous demon –

The abyssal father calls down to meet.

A blanket of black velvet

Patted with holes of light

Shrouds the death taken,

Robs the innocence of sight.

This dark masquerade

Evil evolved into art,

A ballad to black velvet,

Each player played the part.

Drown

A stream of silver quietly breathes,

Soft touch caressing the shoreline,

Cradling my feet in the shallows,

Securing a starlit shrine.

The water – cold and calm –

Rippling with the slightest shift,

Suffocating me with fluid cushions,

Watch an ashen aviator slowly drift.

The river speaks and calls:

An invitation to go down,

To which I accept –

And happily drown…

The Belfry

Repeating visions in my mind:

Are they dreams?

Or are they deadly premonitions,

A future tearing my reality at the seams.

The blinded sight of the dark belfry:

Hidden by stars and surrounding blackness,

An ominous tower of midnight stone,

Waiting to strike from the darkness.

Bells ring a soundless noise,

Heard only by those who cannot,

Calling them forth,

Answers these wanderers sought.

And so forever they roam,

Hearing what cannot be seen,

The mischievous elusive Tempter

Commanding the night over land unclean.

The hooded torturer inside the belfry

Pulls hard on the chains of the bell

Denying seekers permission to see

Living in a personalized hell

But the man in the cloak,

The evil spirit and belfry master,

Is the aged reflection of my mirror

Turned a deadly jester.

Is this the end of my path?

Is the right-hand safer than the left?

Is this a simple nightmare

Or will my soul become victim to theft?

The Phoenix

The majestic phoenix inside

Is but a frail thing,

It can succumb to old age

And wither away to nothing.

As long as it resides within

It shines with fiery intensity,

Bestows a light of warmth

And bequeaths mercy.

But if fate cloaks the phoenix

In a shroud of shadows,

Is forgotten or left alone,

Its ashes become a sea of sorrows.

With a single word or simple stare

The phoenix can be annihilated -

With a single word or simple stare

The phoenix can be reignited.

It can go missing but never lost,

It can grow dark but never cold,

Hopes and dreams keep the ashes ready

For you to return and break the mold.

Apostle of Darkness

Before Lazarus was buried in a sepulcher,

Before Hades stole the daughter of Demeter,

Before a spear of mistletoe murdered Baldur,

Before Chronos first waved his scepter,

The Apostle sat alone with his dagger.

In the world of obscurity and blackness,

Atop his dusk throne, his highness

The Apostle commanded the shadows voiceless,

Cimmerians, the shadows lifeless,

In the darkened world flawless.

But the Apostle despised meaningless immortality,

He dreamed of a world where life is deadly,

A place cloaked by the shadow of mystery

And wrapped in a veil of beauty,

Thus the Apostle thrust his knife into reality.

He cut and carved with all his might,

Yearning to escape eternal night

After years of labor, the Apostle cut a gash of white

And the blood that flowed forth was light

For him, this brilliant vein was pyrite

Many Cimmerians escaped into the incision,

Forfeited immortality to be merely human,

But the Apostle could not escape his coffin,

Forever condemned to be the darkness warden

In the land across the world ocean.

All but a few left the Apostle alone,

Into his creation and the vast unknown.

Still he watches, viewing every fatal cyclone,

Observing every death and subsequent moan,

Constantly wishing he could abandon his throne.

- Monthly Post -

Welcome to The Abyss everyone. 

I understand that I am relatively new to the online poetry community but in my brief tenure as a blogging poet, i have met some interesting poets and writers that are also writing and posting as often, or even more often, than I do.  I personally love sharing my poems with everyone who takes the time to read them and i plan to continue this blog as long as time permits me to do so.

I understand that many of you know little about me other than my pseudonym "Abyssal Poet" and I wish to maintain the ambiguity as pure as it already is.  Some may know who I am and what kind of person I am personally but I wish those who do not know me outside of my poems to only know me by my writings.  If you wish to know more about me, read the poems i post on this site and you will find me inside of all of them.

Lastly I want to express the joy I feel everytime I see a like or a comment on any of the poems I post either on this Blog or on my Facebook page.  I expressed in my initial statement when I started this site that poems speak to everyone differently and that resonance may shine bright or dim.  I do not pretend that everything I pen is a masterpiece, if anything I have already posted fits anywhere near that category, thus, both negative and positive criticism is warmly appreciated.  Which brings me to my question, what is one/are some of your favorite poems I have released thus far?  I know this will largely be read by fans on Facebook so feel free to post whatever you wish on the link i will post there or on this Blog if you happen to have a Google Account to connect to.

I will try to post updates such as this monthly along with my poems.

-Abyssal

Jewels of Glass

Amidst the vast sea of sand

Bright crystals of hope doth stand,

Against the desert so grand,

Refusing to kiss the hand,

Hostile toward the command,

Of monochromatic land.

Jewels the great star remade,

Diverse in color and shade -

The sand attacked and betrayed

In their unholy crusade,

Buried to make colors fade.

Jewels hidden and buried,

Are converted and stymied,

Pressured to sand and proceed

To join the sad grains serried.

And thus few jewels now shine -

The pearls buried deep resign

Under pressure, live supine.

False sea of tranquility -

Sea of similarity.

Where jewels of glass perish…

The Phantom

Surviving day by day,

Completing every task

Unnoticed and unattended

As if hidden behind a mask

Wander in silence,

The tangible phantom,

Like a soldier

Following the drum.

The self only confirmed

By the shadow in the mirror,

The wretched reflection

Of the rejected creature.

One lucky day,

The mirror fails to reflect.

The body expired,

Eager for Death to collect.

The drum is silenced,

Lost in the mist,

Life continues in spite

As if the phantom did not exist.

Return

I am the corpse.

Dead with no remorse.

I decay and mold,

In the dark, in the cold,

Naught but dust to own,

And the flesh on my bone.

Men consumed by darkness

Left me in the nothingness,

Left me in the oblivion.

Alone under the sun,

Beneath burning beams

Amongst forgotten dreams

Dark light begins to glow,

My blood begins to flow.

I scream in silence,

The eyes seek guidance,

This life has returned,

Death has adjourned.

But will you yet mourn,

For the one broken and torn?

A spirit the body molests,

The one ravaged by pests.

To resolve what went unsaid,

For you I return from the dead.

Taken By Death

He who wields the scythe

Stalks the shadows of life,

Awaiting the impending massacre.

Raining blood in this future,

The wicked twist of screams

Rips reality at the seams

Until silence grips the throats.

Sent over Styx on private boats,

The condemned warriors of Death

Follow his every breath,

Continue this dismal cycle,

He stalks the shadows with a smile.

The fields freshly painted crimson,

Decorated with bodies and garnished with sin,

Battlefields ensnare the globe,

Everything under the gloom of his robe

Until completely engulfed by shadow.

The world now his to freely go,

A planet of the deceased,

Death enjoys his feast.

Queen of the Night

The monarch on her star-lit throne

Commands the skies with melancholic crone,

Her kingdom the gods had sewn,

The Queen of the Night rules alone.

She rules with eternal might,

The resilient Queen of the Night

Commands both darkness and light,

Granting the fortunate sight.

She possess all – every moon, every star,

All beings, near and far,

But every star creates a bar

To trap the queen deeper in the tar.

For although the queen stands tall -

Lives immortal and cannot fall -

She remains alone in her hall,

In her eyes every being is but a doll.

Every additional subject in her dominion

Reinforces her sad realization:

There is no harmonized creation.

There is no simple solution.

Aught I use a knife?

Sever the bonds of this restrictive life,

Cause chaos and untold strife,

All to be another’s wife?

The Queen elects to deduct any crisis

And sacrifices her private happiness.

The queen returns into the darkness

Alone, to the castle in the abyss.

That Which Feeds On Your Darkness

It lies within your lurking,

Hiding deep in the shadows of the mind,

In the darkness left behind

By dreams left festering,

Silently waiting.

Ominous eyes glow in the dark:

Red with the flame of rage.

This jailed monster in its cage

Yearns to be set free - so hark -

The beast’s bark.

This devil cannot be captured,

One can only hope to restrain.

But this action I would refrain

For if you bait this creature and it is lured,

Vengeance is assured.

It will come upon you with such force

All cranial defenders will be annihilated,

For on the darkness this beast fed,

Discarded from the mind with much remorse,

A retributive course.

So leave this devil in its cave.

Seldom let it stray from the abyss

And enjoy freedom’s bliss.

Allow him in the light for sanity save -

Be brave.

But the nature it has adorned

Should serve to remind of the danger

Of this ominous monster,

Entice and silently keep restrained.

Be warned.

Lost in the Flame

Awake amidst screams of fears,

Screams of pain that compose tears.

Red demons dance on the walls,

Raging in blood down the halls,

Paint melting and the wood burning,

Death approaching.

Rise from comfort into fright,

Find cover and try to fight

Through the demon’s defenses,

Through the infernos and the mazes.

Descend down an engulfed stairwell,

Towards safety, towards hell.

A burning beam,

Blackened and agleam,

Crushes the leg and breaks the bone,

Scream for aid but collapse alone.

The fire approaches to execute.

Voices this beast must mute,

His touch burns the skin,

The scorching man of sin

Calms screams and closes eyes.

The ominous cloak looms for his prize,

Death was the solitary mission.

In the fire, everything was taken,

The spirit, the body and the name,

Everything was lost in the flame.

The Gray

The colors combine and create,

Destroy and dismember,

To live in the gray

Is it moderation or surrender?

The light leads us through,

Serves as the immortal guide Virgil.

The dark breaks the chains,

Frees the wild side of thrill.

But the light leads a narrow corridor,

A thin line that must be followed,

The dark opens doorways to new worlds,

The freedom of decision is highly valued.

But this midnight thrill ride

Can lead to disaster and depression,

Without the light to guide

You wander wearily without a mission.

This mixture of the pure and the corrupt,

A necessary concoction of life,

For what is light without dark?

What is reward without strife?

11:11

Lie in the grass so green

Among the trees both large and green,

Alone beneath the darkened sky,

Count the minutes under the stars so high.

Five minutes until the time,

Cautiously the moon rises like a crime,

Memories of the past fill the mind,

The lost laughter chains now bind.

Four minutes as the smile fades,

The truth hidden behind masquerades,

Imagine what could have been,

Regret - the sin.

Three minutes and you dream,

Dream of what lies downstream,

To sail between Scylla and Charybdis,

And discover personalized bliss.

Two minutes are left now,

To master Dream, bow.

He who commands the future,

The king hidden in the mirror.

One minute to go,

Dragged back with the sound of a crow,

The dark night stings the skin,

Cold and alone, the air grows thin.

The time has finally come,

Heart pounding like a drum,

Fashion the wish and let it fly,

Broodingly away into the night sky.

Eyes sealed, sit in silence,

The doorway closes to the seconds’ cadence,

Into the shadows the wish flew,

Pray it will come true.

Natural Darkness

In the darkness produced

By love shared,

Between Pan and the rising sun,

Light hides scared.

Masking the truth,

Hiding under the cloak,

Nature survives in this state,

Shadowed in smoke.

Destructive light shines through,

Screeching metal lifts the ban,

Who dare master monstrous machinations?

This is man.

The destroyer of national darkness

Incorporates the land,

Murdering the rigid guardians,

A weekly errand.

Darkness eradicated,

Solar love exhausted,

The barren base burns,

Retributive fury prompted.

The Hammer

The villain with no soul

Does not care and does not wait,

The author of your destruction,

The designer of your fate.

The pounding of the hammer

Driving the nail, deeper and darker

Into the wound – covered in blood,

The hammer strikes harder and faster.

The nail cries when struck -

Releasing tears of sharp fire,

Sent deeper into the hearth,

A servant of War, his squire.

With every stroke you cringe,

With every blow you scream,

The pain intangible and untreatable,

Wish for the sweet bliss of a dream.

On the edge of the precipice

The assault comes to a halt.

The nail an inch from your heart,

Quickly you attempt to heal and salt.

This peaceful period is just a pause

As the hammer rears back

As far as it can – released –

The steel connects with a loud “crack.”

This final blow pushes over the edge,

Nail penetrates the heart, bleeding and broken,

Damaged beyond all repair,

Not Vulcan can fix the life that was taken.

With heart demolished and destroyed,

You ask why and try to run.

Run away from the suffering and the pain,

Find peace in the barrel of a gun.

Alone in the Dark

In the night-stained abyss,
Deep in the sunless void,
Eyes blind and sound silenced
And all pleasant tang destroyed.

There remains the one
Locked in cedar and velvet,
Hidden from prying eyes,
Suffering the primordial debt.

Comfortable and content,
Quietly sleeps the monarch.
Like eternal winter for Old Ben,
It remains alone in the dark.

Forgotten and left to rot,
Just another stone on the surface,
Memories faded and love lost,
In the night-stained abyss.

Selene

Selene rises from esoteric horizon,

In her pale chariot she dances.

Amongst celestial visions in the dark ocean,

Admire the beauty as she advances.

Eyes brighter than every star,

Soft waterfalls caress the visage,

More beautiful than the moon she escorts,

For her I would launch any voyage.

I pray vision not be stolen

As I attend the princess of the night.

Let Him come another time.

I will not accept the light.

Bridge

From the bank in the East
To the Bank in the West,
The great steel menace commands the loves of passers by,
Taking some to merriment and others to rest.

Imposing archways decorate twofold,
Portals for Dante to travel,
Magnificent black doorways to other worlds,
The indestructible sky castle.

In the West lie the natural,
Covered with an array of fantastic colors
That hide the true savage nature,
Dream of Darwin and nightmare of mothers.

In the East lie the synthetic,
Created for the whims of God's creatures,
A paradise masking corruption,
Taken for granted on all trivial ventures.

Between two doorways i stand
The absence of evil counters the absence of good
I must choose a path - East or West?
If I could tell the difference - I would.

Each has their differences but non I could see,
Physically similar - nothing to miss.
Perhaps I take the third option
And plunge into the abyss...

Dragonfire

Sharpen the sword and polish the armor,

The fight of your life is soon to commence.

It lies beyond the crystal door,

You await the sound of the brass in suspense,

Waiting, accompanied by feelings of horror,

For the impending aggressive sequence.

You have been trained for this fight

Since childhood – an age of innocence,

An age of shelter and respite,

An age of regulation and ordinance,

The age of shining sunlight has reached twilight.

Now, fight with passion and valiance.

Open the door and enter the sinister unknown,

Draw the sword and ready the shield,

Explore the shadowy cavern for the savage cyclone,

You hear a bang – the crystal doorway has been resealed –

The ice freezes the body to bone,

Fight through! Proceed forward and never yield.

Deeper and deeper into the dark cavern,

Out of the silence and tension a piercing roar,

The beast emerges – a colossal wyvern.

The beast stares emitting a coarse stridor,

Its dark body stained with streaks of auburn,

A fiend worthy of the mighty Thor.

The dragon rises on two to display;

Claws sharper than steel to shred and sheer,

The flesh blade lies behind to waylay,

Imposing wings engulf the cavern and strike fear,

The terrifying top produces flame to cover the fray,

Ready your sword and deliver a stance austere.

The two forces meet in the shadowy battleground,

The exchange of blows accompanied by shrieks of pain,

Escape is impossible – you are stormbound –

Your attacks repelled – all efforts are in vain.

Plagued by dragonfire and in it you are drowned

But out of the blackness comes a third, cloaked and arcane.

A hand reaches through the sea of fire,

Revives both body and spirit,

Together, the dragon’s downfall you conspire.

Fight on with valor and never forfeit,

The wyvern suffers from your vengeful ire,

At last the wyvern’s life takes its exit.

Victorious, the two warriors depart

Through a new door made of impenetrable diamond.

The dragon is a foe all must thwart,

A quest for which all are destined,

Destroy this beast with accumulated heart,

Or else be eternally burned and blackened.

Flight of the Whisper

The silence of restraint,

The suppression of thought,

Locked in diamond,

Words the cords sought.

Escape as a whisper -

The soft explosion of a pin,

Assaulting the harsh earth -

Silent lucidity of sin.

Pursued by resumed silence -

Riding atop the airy ‘tops,

The fearsome steed

Awaiting its master – stops

Arriving forth from his abode,

The horseman mounts.

Branded Regret,

All challengers he surmounts.

The chase begins in earnest

The fugitive craftily evades

The enforcer easily counters

A quest through masquerades

Alas! For it is too late

The rebel escapes into the night

Aeolus the enabler

Aided in this fight

The failed horseman returns

Spirit of the whisper too fiery

It settles elsewhere

Immortal in memory.