From blood, death darkens to stone's manifest......


  • Altair
  • Don't read me, I am not that good.......

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From blood, death darkens to stone's manifest......

We have entered the darkness now, as blood reigns up
from the clouds in reversal of fortuitous bounds
this circular contest, manifest to squared treks
every corner, every sect of me light neglects
thus I rest, impressed what my site accepts
the absence of breath, porous and callus death
A slit wrist, as death drips upon one's lips
departed, the soul splits, diminished from its gift.
Such an art, the sadistic mark I bear upon my heart
a scarlet letter has chiseled into this stone block
the darkness succumbs, such heartless renaissance
from the beat of the drum, rose a daemon's response.
Famine, death, war, give me more in rapport
in conquest of the four horsemen I resort
to scorch the earth into it rains a blood bath
I bask in the puddles of my wrath
As I relapse, addicted to the aftermath
I laugh, pleased by all the souls I catch
in my web of beautifully designed traps, I track
every inch, every hole of darkness entrapped
for blood weeps, as I attack every body collapsed
the blood moon is visual.....year of the black
A matter of fact let the sun's flame contact
this black hole, absorbed, no escaping this act.

Through the colds of December, when cold's a little winter
when stone's a little colder, and breaths a lot thicker
My center, if breached, may not be what you want it
to be for the lava is a apart of me
Once yearning for warmth, now trying to flee
my medium does not exist, uncomfortably
In dawning of my statuesque form, I be
the alter, one lies upon, sacrificially
like the temperamental goat of sins, we all bleed
darkness of sight as stone cradles thee
as stone shades thee, in darkness's company
blood, death, darkness, and stone....infinity.

I am the stone that the builder refused
I am the inspiration, now used to cause grave wounds
battered and bruised to the depths of one's tomb
now the cornice, I am formed, bearing words of the blues
sung by Medusa, who's stare you shalt remember
her eyes, hollowed darkness to stone, for all genders
that travel the river styx with a two coin tender
placed upon the eyes, deflecting lights surrender
Enter, Kharon, the boatman of splendor
snatching the coins from thy eyes, a sight to remember
Through the blood, death, darkness, and stone lies home
where pain or paradise shall become your own.........

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Allseasonsverse commented on From blood, death darkens to stone's manifest......


WOW! Masterful and intriguing! Silver and gold flows from your pen Thank you for this awesome write. Allseasonsverse



I remember having a lot of fun writing this. Thanks for reading Allseasonsverse

knight4696 commented on From blood, death darkens to stone's manifest......


Altair .. The Dark Star! :) I love it when you write dark Altair .. You certainly can convey pal! :) I love the Medusa line .. awesome write as usual my friend! :) Ken

Rhymer commented on From blood, death darkens to stone's manifest......


So many great lines in this poem. I especially liked "I am the stone that the builder refused" this is poetry.



Thanks so much for your visiting my expression

Olan01 commented on From blood, death darkens to stone's manifest......


Excellent and I like the reverse psychology you use, "don't read me, I am not that good", smile. You are great, my friend.



Lol is it really reverse psychology ....

ApaqRasgirl commented on From blood, death darkens to stone's manifest......


Wow dear friend, I can't believe I have missed reading some of your wonderful pieces.........but I will catch up......this one is really deep........such powerful thoughts and moments on the dark-side, a side that I have just recently pick up on and wrote a couple poems....and here you are with such a fantastic piece perfected on the dark-side, with your rhythm and rhyme that kept the blood flowing all the way to the end.........wonderful write dear.........keep the blood flowing, never let it stop to asha



Asha it is poets such as yourself That fuel my expression to torch the flyleaf we all gaze upon before I write...such A wonderful comment my dear



ahhh, thank you dear, I am honored that you are inspired by my humble words on your hard work, I just know that they are well deserving of some good comments, for I have not read one yet that I did not think was fantastic......I was up really late last night trying to catch up on my reading and commenting and came across yours and was stuck on your page for a good while. I think I got into bed about 5:30 this morning and got up at 8, so I could come back and read not only more of yours but many others of my dear friends. I am suffering with a bit of writers block so it has given me a chance to catch up a bit...........thanks dear for your sweet words about my comments, I am truly honored.........loves ya asha

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

Altair’s Poems (53)

Title Comments
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?....? 0
The Builder refused 0
To be my most recent thought 1
I've Said enough to Know 2
I've Said Enough to Mean 2
Just because I like Trees 2
Contemptuous Nonchalance 2
Unearthly Manifest... 2
Like Water for Dark Chocolate.... 2
Impenitent Soliloquy 3
Figurative Meadow... 1
Windows 1
In jam meant to be... 2
Upon My "Death" 5
The Butterfly Effect Set … 4
The Quiet Storm Enters A Room... 2
The Diamond Age of Yesternight..
A Choir of Angels are We in Poetry.... 10
Dear Love, by the time you manifest this poem, you'll be gone..... 10
On Hallows Eve, Hollow grief as Death I Foresee......
From blood, death darkens to stone's manifest.....
The Forest is a Journey In my Darkness complete.... 10
The Wrath of My Titan Enlightenment
..whatever that is...
Failure of my trinity...lea
ked was in sanity.
A soul is loss....seeks an endless remorse.. 10
Madness exist in her gift..... 7
The London Show at the Tate's Estate.......
.Part two adieu
The London Show at the Tate's Estate.......
I'm Back.... 7
A Warped View of My Inner Sanctum...... 4
What do I see? What do you believe? 9
Lacking in Madness...... 14
Elemental portance in alchemic relevance.. 9
The Calamity of Conformity...
The Vicarious Rues..... 6
Within this Quill, manifest on the Canvas....Art 8
A Voiding thought is all I sought.... 4
Pushing away the loving Void....... 10
Vessels of ash, Souls thus passed... 4
The Infinite battle from Night to Light....... 5
Trick or treat in the Streets of hollowed teens..... 5
Untitled Breaths... 11
Kharon was the fairest of guides to my fruition.....
The inevitable of lovers in dreams.... 5
If I could trap you in my vigil.... 3
I emit my lah... 2
An instant revelation of… 7
The crossroads of..... 3
How things change in a moment..... 4
How Angels and Human Inclinations are One...... 5
Frailty begets Strength...C'
est la vie...
The conquest..... 11