HPL and TL inspired poetry collection

[darrick]

hey guys, i've just self-published my first collection of poetry and short prose. ironically, its title is the subject line from an older post on this forum: Alien Demons, Swords and Magic. i guess i liked it so much i used it for the book.

anyways, Lovecraft and Ligotti are my biggest literary influences. so perhaps if you dig both of those and don't mind poems, you might want to try it? the only profit i make off this book is the further corruption of my soul. so enjoy...

available here from Lulu.com: http://www.lulu.com/browse/book_view.php?fCID=198794

DDD
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[darrick]

a couple sample poems from Alien Demons, Swords and Magic... hopefully these will give people a peek at what my poetry is like. if people buy my book (only $7, as cheap as i can possbily make it - no royalty for me that is) that will encourage me to keep writing. thank you, Darrick


Sunset Stream



Sunset symbols the color of radiant glass
Find their way to Sha-la from Yidathroth.
Why are the glyphs of dusk so conscious?
Drowning the sleepers in alabaster liquid,
Their delicate mouths growl like a subhuman
Animal.

The red grease paint of the clowns
Is smeared up the wall by claws of Satanis.
He is the one and the only who retains His
Shiny gore-red, eyes bulging,
Winged, window-vaulted being.
Vegetables collect around the time corridors.
Botanical crystalline rainbow faces
Harsh, angular, unconscious, wicked.

Streaming sunsets leave their glass housing.
Opaque writers plying their electronic, violet, pale
Fingers upon fiendish journals of circus-fed
Madmen. What are we scribbling under
The guise of a baleful mythos? Under the sinister
Surprise of a clown painted abstraction…






Unsightly



Such a black, seething Abyss
Held much for us, our people
In crimson haze K’thana
Deep we were exiled and deep we
Settled into our new universe – Yidathroth

Now I see where nightmares come
Now I feel why my skin crawls
The reptilian insects from our land and soul
Have followed us home to where
We always belonged.

Such Hell, godlike toads of ichorous infamy
Squirming and breathing a blue green
Illumination into our dead frames.
Evil we are lest we travel too far.
Foreign fields where heads aren’t harvested,
Tentacles do not wave, swords and wands,
Pentagrams and tridents vanish before
The altruism of blindness.

Each race is all things groping through
Lightless corridors, gulphs of strange time
Where dark red blood laps at the soft beach
In a cruel world of twisted pleasure.
Each being perverse and unique to their own fetish.
Cry degeneration and let slip the hopes of humanity.
We are much more. Fiends.

[The New Nonsense]

Hey Darrick. It sounds like you've been hanging out with those Teatro people again. Looking forward to getting a copy of your newest work.

Are the lyrics of your new band anything like your poetry?

[darrick]

hey nonsense, yeah the poetry and music lyrics do coincide. although the former doesn't have much rhyme or meter and the latter does.

i can only hope to align myself with the Teatro stuff until they find me and do as they will...

http://www.lulu.com/browse/book_view.php?fCID=198794

thanks for the support.

DDD
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