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Visions From Hell And Others
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Through Me by L Chapman - [70 words]
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Looking Through Glass by Mary Jo Javier - [54 words]
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Father by Candace Apple - [20 words]
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The 30 Seconds Poet by L Chapman - [123 words]
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The Cartoon Vandals by Martin Rutley The new religion? [66 words]

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TITLE (EDIT)
Visions From Hell And Others
DESCRIPTION
A collection of verse from the dark side: includes Bloodlust, Ripper, more.
[1,277 words]
TITLE KEYWORD
Horror
AUTHOR
Steven K Mitchell
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Adirondack Mountains born and raised...44 yrs. old... avid athlete... created five interlocking, symbiotic criteria which eliminate the need for the CONCEPTS of nouns, verbs, etc., by maintaing clarity and freeing writers from sequencing constraints inherent in traditional grammar.
[September 2000]
AUTHOR'S E-MAIL ADDRESS
[email protected]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (4)
Infinity Of Evil And Others (Poetry) More dark poetry. [741 words] [Horror]
Journey To Xzorath (Short Stories) A dark Shaman finds what he seeks... [1,739 words] [Horror]
Spacesuck (Short Stories) Avant-garde sci-fi. [3,206 words] [Science Fiction]
The Steel Circle (Short Stories) Combat unto death! [3,053 words] [Action]
Visions From Hell And Others
Steven K Mitchell

Visions From Hell
 ����������
 ����������In the corner
 ����������sitting on my bed
 ����������I feel the thread
 ����������which binds me to this reality
 ����������
 ����������Become taut
 ����������
 ����������Soon
 ����������this world
 ����������will be far behind
 ����������vaguely remembered in my mind
 ����������
 ����������The thread snaps
 ����������
 ����������And on my lap
 ����������is a mucous green rat
 ����������with the face
 ����������of a cat
 ����������
 ����������As in a dream
 ����������I throw the horror away
 ����������but what next greets my eyes
 ����������shall remain with me till my dying day
 ����������
 ����������Over there
 ����������a tittering bat
 ����������perched upon a human head
 ����������
 ����������Here beside me
 ����������a monstrous dwarf
 ����������fondling himself lewdly
 ����������
 ����������Smells assail me now
 ����������
 ����������First, the stench of brimstone
 ����������now, decaying animals
 ����������fish I think
 ����������
 ����������Much as I smelled along the shore
 ����������before I was banished forevermore
 ����������to this shadowy world of evil
 ����������
 ����������What is this world I have fallen into?
 ����������
 ����������Surely that child with the dull gray eyes
 ����������cannot mean to pierce me
 ����������with that dripping lance
 ����������
 ����������I think it best not to take that chance
 ����������
 ����������This corridor
 ����������with it�s toxic smell
 ����������and greenish light
 ����������is the way to direct my flight
 ����������
 ����������These carven figures down this hall
 ����������what sordid sights
 ����������figures of the night
 ����������and so lifelike
 ����������
 ����������A young girl
 ����������decapitated
 ����������
 ����������Here an old man has defecated
 ����������and eats it with a spoon
 ����������
 ����������I remember my room
 ����������
 ����������But that was long ago
 ����������far away
 ����������
 ����������I must be insane
 ����������
 ����������As the sickening visions rain
 ����������I feel no fear
 ����������
 ����������Can it be that in hell all feeling is lost?
 ����������
 �����������
 ����������Then what the purpose?
 ����������
 ����������Here the corridor divides
 ����������
 ����������I must make up my mind
 ����������which path is best?
 ����������
 ����������What a strange thought�
 ����������which path is best in hell?
 ����������
 ����������Oh well, let�s take the left
 ����������
 ����������A short way down the hall
 ����������I see crimson stairs
 ����������
 ����������Looking up them I meet the stare
 ����������of a pair of lambent green eyes
 ����������
 ����������The light is uncertain
 ����������yet I glimpse thighs
 ����������
 ����������Naked and female
 ����������
 ����������A delicate musk smell
 ����������fills my nostrils
 ����������
 ����������Much as I smell when I visit the brothels
 ����������of my nebulous memory life
 ����������
 ����������Perhaps she knows why I�m here?
 ����������
 ����������Up the stairs I step
 ����������one by one
 ����������till at the top
 ����������I see a huge cave
 ���������� �
 ����������The light is more shadowy than before
 ����������it first shows less and then shows more
 ����������so I know not what is in store
 ����������as I silently enter the cave
 ����������
 ����������Eyes red and staring
 ����������burn holes in me
 ����������the occasional bodies that I see
 ����������are mottled, misshapen, deformed
 ����������
 ����������Sill, I feel no dread
 ����������as if my spirit itself were wed
 ����������to the darkness and evil
 ����������
 ����������Suddenly green eyes flicker
 ����������and there she rests
 ����������in a wicker chair
 ����������
 ����������Long black hair caresses her shoulders
 ����������and through a scintillate creme robe
 ����������her body shows
 ����������
 ����������Full and alluring
 ����������
 ����������For the first time
 ����������I feel passion!
 ����������
 ����������Consumed by lust and not rational
 ����������I boldly approach the girl
 ����������
 ����������The musk smell fills the air
 ����������
 ����������She rises from the wicker chair
 ����������left arm beckoning
 ����������
 ����������Her smile is viciously evil
 ����������and full lips cannot conceal
 ���������� �
 ����������Razor sharp incisors
 ����������
 ����������Do I dare venture closer?
 ����������
 ����������Does the moth flee the flame?
 ����������
 ����������I am filled with shame
 ����������yet cannot resist
 ����������
 ����������So consumed with lust am I
 ����������before I desist I would rather die
 ����������
 ����������Something I may have already done
 ����������
 ����������We fall together as one
 ����������
 ����������As full lips envelop mine
 ����������marble hands search and find my scepter
 ����������
 ����������No I am no specter
 ����������
 ����������For these feelings of pleasure
 ����������are no delusion
 ����������
 ����������On this glossed stone floor
 ����������we reach the conclusion
 ����������
 ����������While the gibbering creatures
 ����������come close as they dare
 ����������
 ����������And burn my back
 ����������with their stares
 ����������
 ����������She whispers seductively for the first time
 ����������and her words come out as a rhyme
 ����������
 �����������Now you taste forbidden fruit
 ����������you stab me with your lustful spear
 ���������� �
 ����������and evil has it�s first root
 ����������as my master seeks to draw you near
 ����������
 ����������if one more time our bodies entwine
 ����������before you can find the thread
 ����������
 ����������when you awaken you shall be mine
 ����������and become his when you are dead!�
 ����������
 ����������For a fateful moment memory returns
 ����������
 ����������And though my lust burns brightly
 ����������I know I must strive mightily
 ����������
 ����������To find the thread
 ����������which snapped as I sat upon my bed
 ����������
 ����������I run back down the crimson stairs!
 ����������
 ����������Hearing obscene laughter I do not dare
 ����������to look back for an instant!
 ����������
 ����������Now I�m in the long corridor
 ����������and though my lust calls for more
 ����������
 ����������I realize my only hope is to run on
 ����������while my mind can see
 ����������
 ����������What my world
 ����������used to be
 ����������
 ����������The end of the hall is in my sight
 ����������and there in the corner to my right
 ����������
 ����������Is the cat
 ����������with the face of a rat
 ���������� �
 ����������My eyes strive to pierce the uncertain light
 ����������for if I am to end my flight
 ����������
 ����������I must find the thread!
 ����������
 ����������There!
 ����������Above the strange child that bears the lance
 ����������
 ����������That tiny string
 ����������my only chance!
 ����������
 ����������I run to it and grab it
 ����������while the child seeks to stab at my thigh!
 ����������
 ����������I sit alone
 ����������upon my bed
 ����������
 ����������In my hand
 ����������a silken thread
 ����������
 ����������What a dream I just had
 ����������and I pray to god on high
 ����������
 ����������I soon let out a fearful scream
 ����������for there upon my thigh
 ����������
 ����������Is a bloody rip
 ����������as from the tip
 ����������
 ����������Of a lance which resides
 ����������
 ����������In hell!
 ����������
 ����������
 ����������
 ������Bloodlust
 ����������
 ����������Night is liquid black
 ����������seeping through cracks
 ����������fueling inner fires
 ����������
 ����������where innocence burns
 ����������in restless minds
 ����������on forbidden, flaming pyres
 ����������
 ����������Flickering licking agony
 ����������
 ����������Strain of knowledge
 ����������loss of light
 ����������law and order lose the fight
 ����������
 ����������Closed door opens on scarlet possibility�
 ����������
 ����������
 ����������
 ������Food
 ����������
 ����������Depression holds souls
 ����������with blackened talons
 ����������foreshadowing defeat and death
 ����������
 ����������Cynicism is the devil's tool
 ����������encouraging us to see the fool
 ����������in everyone, including ourselves
 ����������
 ����������The maggots of society
 ����������lie unborn in you and me
 ����������waiting for the chance to be free
 ����������
 ����������worming
 ����������
 ����������writhing
 ����������
 ����������feeding on our fears
 ����������
 ����������
 ����������
 ������Moonvisions
 ������
 ������Amidst worlds
 ������without end
 ������
 ������over eons
 ������of human tragedy
 ������
 ������a cold orb has witnessed�
 ������
 ������scarlet juices
 ������offered endlessly
 ������
 ������in trackless jungles
 ������and timeless deserts
 ������
 ������by ghastly worshippers
 ������their flint knives
 ������
 ������dully arcing into
 ������human breasts
 ������
 ������Over eons
 ������of human tragedy
 ������
 ������amidst worlds
 ������without end
 ������
 ������the mystical moon bore mute witness�
 ������
 ������as flesh melted
 ������seared from the bones
 ������
 ������of oriental children
 ������women and men
 ������
 ������whose lives were
 ������obliterated
 �������
 ������in the mad
 ������magical mushroom
 ������
 ������so carelessly unleashed
 ������by heartless neophytes
 ������
 ������Amidst worlds
 ������without end
 ������
 ������over eons
 ������of human tragedy
 ������
 ������the forever spinning sphere
 ������now expectantly
 ������
 ������watches me�
 ������
 ������
 ������
 ������
 ������Ripper
 ������
 ������Stealthily sliding
 ������slime-like
 ������toward pulsing hearts
 ������silent steel blade
 ������in quivering hand�
 ������
 ������
 ������
 ������
 ������I See With Poe-Like Vision
 ������
 ������Death, decay, defeat, derision
 ���
 ������Sometimes
 ������I see
 ������Peace and hope and light
 ������
 ������But tonight
 ������
 ������I see with Poe-like vision
 ������
 

 

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"Yes, I think you tell it well. How many dreams seem so real that upon awakening, we feel such relief to know they were not. But it can be frightening to discover tangible evidence that some of what we drempt was indeed real. Like the man who drempt he swallowed a giant marshmallow and woke up to find his pillow gone. (kidding aside) You handle this genre as well as anyone I've read." -- Dick Koss.
"Dear Mr. Koss- Thank you for your kind review, and watch for multiple poetry chapbooks in disparite genres (erotic, inspirational, more)coming soon..." -- Steven K. Mitchell.
"I dunno, I thought the dreams were a little conceptualized. I really shouldn't be one to judge, I have no way of knowing what other people's dreams are like. But my nightmares are usually based a great deal in reality, which is what makes them so frightening. Maybe you read the Inferno the night before. well told though." -- Michael Hunter.
"Dear Mr. Hunter-Allow me to clarify that none of the poems were based on actual dreams." -- Steven K. Mitchell.
"this is the first poetry that i love since i got here. it's great.keep up the good work,steven. i've never had that such idea in my mind. :)" -- Andy Green , greenland.
"Thank you Andy. Please eme if you want more. Steve" -- Steven K Mitchell, USA.

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