The horror! The horror!
Macabre screams
drenched in napalm
soma and darkness
Blistering cries
splitting atoms
Opium-drugged flesh
boils and drips
serving as ointments
for fine young cannibals
Hissing voodoo lullabies
to prophets only
the blind can see
Chants of the Thames aflame
steam hissing and rising
Culling the weak
Chaos confuses
breeding maggots
in cest pools of
soma
and kismet
Kismet to crucify
the wicked by
guillotine
Shot dead in
damnations golden country
Left to drown in
misty marshes
in the young, vulnerable Earth
Ten circles of
broken dreams
London left in darkness
Congo born from shadows
and children with no name
Wicked savage, tribal maggot
in the jungle of Eden
the Devil dwells
Drip drip
drop drop
fire ice
candle out
Drip drip
drop drop
fire ice
candle out
Drip drip
drop drop
fire ice
The horror!
The horror!
screamed by scavengers
Tyrant innocence
Ugandan graves, tombs
catacombs
Juliet's dead
Innocence corrupts power
power corrupts absolute
The horror!
The horror!
Lands painted yellow
hued by silence
lamentations
Shepard's of death
flock tigers and Lambs
across Elysium
Recede, watch the shores
recede
and part
for perfection
Hyacinths grow and breed
upon the shoreline
We walk
through darkness
to the origins of no where
We walk
through darkness
to the land of Oblivion
Death's other Kingdom
The horror!
The horror!
Purgatorial woes
and fire in water
The Phlegethon flows
between the intersection
of consciousness and dreams
and between the desire
and the spasm
is the Wasteland
Death's Dream Kingdom
the cactus land
the lotus land
boiling in the wasteland
The horror!
The horror!
Macabre screams
drenched in napalm
soma and darkness
Blistering cries
splitting atoms
Opium-drugged flesh
boils and drips
serving as ointments
for fine young cannibals
Hissing voodoo lullabies
to prophets only
the blind can see
Chants of the Thames aflame
steam hissing and rising
Culling the weak
Chaos confuses
breeding maggots
in cest pools of
soma
and kismet
Kismet to crucify
the wicked by
guillotine
Shot dead in
damnations golden country
Left to drown in
misty marshes
in the young, vulnerable Earth
Ten circles of
broken dreams
London left in darkness
Congo born from shadows
and children with no name
Wicked savage, tribal maggot
in the jungle of Eden
the Devil dwells
Drip drip
drop drop
fire ice
candle out
Drip drip
drop drop
fire ice
candle out
Drip drip
drop drop
fire ice
The horror!
The horror!
screamed by scavengers
Tyrant innocence
Ugandan graves, tombs
catacombs
Juliet's dead
Innocence corrupts power
power corrupts absolute
The horror!
The horror!
Lands painted yellow
hued by silence
lamentations
Shepard's of death
flock tigers and Lambs
across Elysium
Recede, watch the shores
recede
and part
for perfection
Hyacinths grow and breed
upon the shoreline
We walk
through darkness
to the origins of no where
We walk
through darkness
to the land of Oblivion
Death's other Kingdom
The horror!
The horror!
Purgatorial woes
and fire in water
The Phlegethon flows
between the intersection
of consciousness and dreams
and between the desire
and the spasm
is the Wasteland
Death's Dream Kingdom
the cactus land
the lotus land
boiling in the wasteland
The horror!
The horror!
Author notes
Too many literary allusions to list. This poem focuses on Joseph Conrads Heart of Darkness and uses the theme of human corruption. I illustrate that theme through my allusions. Historical allusions include the British-Chinese Opium War, Hiroshima and Vietnam
A contest entry
- Take Me Down by Sle3p.
450 points, ended April 4, 2007, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Holy Shit!!..phew..that's a barn burner..if this
doesn't give cause to think...ya gotta be brain dead..I was just reading about the Opium Wars...I'll have to read this again...This are words meant to read out LOUD..passionate!!

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"Out of my brain on the 515."
So. First off, fucking awesome pic.
"For fine young cannibals"-- ha, nice.
Did you mean "cesspools"?
I think I caught a reference to Dante's Inferno, here, too, right?
not sure what the word "ugandan" means. . .
or what "phlegethon" is. . . is that one of the seven greek rivers?
Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness, eh? I have yet to read that. Someone once told that it was "important, but not very likable."
Love all of your allusions, man, even though I'm bound not to even get a fraction of them.
Okay, so that was my scattered review.
Applause, and Ciao!
~James


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wow
thats a wonderful poem i've never seen so many discriptive words of the dark nature this poem makes my skin crawl i love your poem my fav so far you will definitly by the head compition in the contest!i like in the lines you say the horror the horror!




