I. [ The Arrival ]
Arrived at guarded angelic gates
after several clearance steps,
consulted with Higher Powers, while in wait
for celebrity guest.
Four walls fostered claustrophobia
in containment cube to house
detainee of unknown origin~
according to records on file.
Temperature inside imprisoned,
below freezing with vents closed
so energy stays in, nothing gets out.
Low wattage bulb flickered, burst
as he stood and stared from entrance
before guards allowed greeting to commence.
Higher Powers warned of ways to deceive
and how his Mind worked,
what he can do with flesh, twist - turn
till Spirit speaks damnation;
Fate he then has in his grasp.
Replacement bulb brought in,
meeting then resumed.
II. [ The Introduction ]
Strapped to chair, chained to floor
surrounded by energy force field,
restraints appeared to aggravate him
but face put on façade.
Introductions brief, brazen expression
demonstrated demon mentality,
so it had been said.
He did his homework,
knew human’s harbored strengths
yet straddled their weaknesses.
Did homework as well, wrote down
all that could be obtained, ordered records
of past prophecies to see
correlation with current atrocities.
Tape recorder not allowed in, angelic policy
only verbal exchange for safety reasons,
would not want his voice replayed in head.
Instantly, felt flesh carved through chest
into heart, pressure hurt and radiated.
For a mere moment,
could see, could not breathe
as he laughed.
Shadow cast reflection of repeated events
played out for amusement, altered mental state
with torture over time period
of few seconds, just to taste emotion.
III. [ The Confession ]
His Mind spoke, made crude gestures
while body bent over for closer look.
Tongue reached into thoughts, thrashed around
for open crevice to imbed impurities
as wings folded outwards, inwards.
Self confessions made, collected for later
in case control seemed to be warranted.
Smooth talker teased,
prepared date with death,
did bait and switch.
Interviewer became interviewee,
ammunition placed in hostages hands
to play Russian roulette with the Soul.
He knew how to work the system,
within the human body.
Life flashed in stages, strategically
from within woman
where conception began cycle
but broken during gestational period
when he touched, tainted during visits,
before actual birth;
memories spoke of.
Scores of women, written as tally
on his board in bedroom
with spawn walking streets
dressed as plain clothed humans,
rumor had it.
IV. [ The Finale ]
Four walls closed in, clarity disappeared
and what Higher Powers spoke of spelled out
in Latin lettering around space
on roach infested floors.
Crimson from cut he made,
used as paint for pictures
only Mind could decipher
yet skin experienced.
Hooks hung overhead as decorations
for eyes to envision
what happens to humans who question
a demon’s mentality.
Family portraits filled void
where his intentions made incision
into reality to test internal security.
He sensed presence of weary writer
before him, butterfly that emerged from cocoon
in unfamiliar surroundings.
How badly he wanted to tear wings,
see butterfly try to soar, watch struggle~
then have a feast after failure.
He used health as crutch to crush,
brought sickness, pain to singe hope
but neglected to numb Spirit.
Final challenge proposed purpose,
envision self empowerment
and whether greatness achieved after it all ended,
win or lose, his lips motioned;
another time to tango.
"Last words and testament” traced on wall,
room empty, chair vacant, voice faded.
Light bulb flickered for final curtain call
before stage exit to enter bruised vessel
others noticed with their human eyes.
Long winded interview interrupted-
Angelic guide gave snapshot
of accomplishments and fears faced
without suffering great loss in life - death
to prove Mind can manifest weapon
for salvation or destruction.
Author notes
**Not to be judged~ just wanted to make a contribution...
This goes beyond the Challenge I endured but Challenges
Life placed before me...
***Quote which tugged hard at Spirit~
“No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness.”
Aristotle quotes
Ancient Greek Philosopher, Scientist and Physician, 384 BC-322 BC
Option C.
Poetic Challenge Round 10- Season 3:
http://allpoetry.com/column/show/2335874
Wrote this piece in this style like Chapters which I felt for myself, were encountered throughout this Challenge with each new topic-requirement.
Each new stretch…
I used this theme for it relates to FEAR…
False Entities Appearing Real
which can cripple a writer or anybody trying to move forward…
The Incubus being the Demon that tried to stall, hault growth when a new Challenge emerged especially when it came to form writing that I have never done before with added twists.
I’ve crossed over, come back to have second chance to make difference-
swore to self NOT to write just because-for physical gain-trophy etc and let it consume to point of altering personality-losing control but write because I have something important to share, winning is
not everything at cost of dignity. I know my verse was somewhat lengthy but I look as it in perspective~
Ten Rounds…a lot encountered with each one…
Made it this far
and Hostess plus Judges did not allow voice to be suffocated then, so why start now…
I grabbed my quill and let the ink flow…
with purpose~
[ From Hostess: ]
***Now for the final challenge, I will give you absolutely NO restrictions.
The reigns have for now been lifted.
There are a few requirements that must be followed.
the following info must be placed in your authors comments:
1) Why do you feel that you deserve to win this challenge?
Actually I believe that all of us should win for the effort, sweat and tears put into each entry for the Challenge but win or not, we are all winners but with specific question posed to me directly:
I imagine everybody feels they deserve in one way or another he or she should win. For me, I put my best foot forward each time,
donned my best dress for the moment asked.
Gave what I could energy wise and had no regret with my finished painting.
Pushed myself in Mind, Body and Spirit to produce a creation I am proud of.
I do not expect to be handed anything nor ever believe it should be handed out like candy but in my Heart feel I earned a pat on the back from self for
a job well done. My fingers cramped along with Mind during the creation on every poetic piece painted yet to me, worth the Journey taken.
Thank You for the opportunity.
2) Do you think this challenge has helped you as a poet? Why?
I truly believe it has for I got to work with fine poets also learn new styles, techniques and inhale words of Wisdom from different perspectives.
A Challenge would not be one if it did not push my psyche against the wall and out of the box. Many lessons also learned from this experience and feelings of accomplishment when initially my face went Oy!
Each Challenge was a growth opportunity and several inches I have risen.
Each entry made from my hand, came from deep within my core to deliver the best piece I possibly could with a message of some sort for the reader to take with him or her and decipher. Fiction or reality, either one gave the Mind room to problem solve. I can be long winded at times but for a reason which I truly believe is for a good purpose. I had the wind taken from me many times and saw Light in which I remember vividly. If I don’t speak, my voice would not
be heard…
Want to leave a stain on the Mind and on Spirit.
3) Leave the links to what you feel were your strongest three poems of the challenge. (Choose WISELY)
At Rainbow’s End
http://allpoetry.com/poem/2720268
Skeleton Key
http://allpoetry.com/poem/2825632
Lessons from a Little Squirt
http://allpoetry.com/poem/2907198
Again, Thank You for the opportunity to spread my wings and fly through the tough weather conditions, lost a few feathers but that comes with the territory.
Blessings to ALL – Love and Light!
~*~
Reference Links:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Incubus_(demon)
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