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In the Embrace of Death and Eternal Damnation

Under the full moon they cry,
Vultures of darkness,
Ravens of the blackest night,
Trampling scavengers scourge the path,
There shall be NO inhibition,
This has evolved into the death of restraint,
Kneel before my alter
Worship these methods fed to you by the lord of nokturnal silence

The descent only grows in potency,
Abysmal monstrosities unchain from their seats of power
To inflict retribution upon mortal inaccuracies
Wiped clean from the face of my dominion
Suffer the jaws of polluted inhumanity,
Impaled upon the horns of Hell,
Man only grows to embrace his beast,
Possessing himself to indulge

Kill it all down with the taste of 'Luciferian Absinthe'
As we are our own addiction

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poem by Jack Cropes
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The Green Fairy (Absinthe)

The Green Fairy visits me
From an apothecary jar
And gives to me
a Commoner’s taste of heaven
Libations for one and all
In close proximity
not from afar.

In smoke filled rooms
Of curling delights
I see diamonds
Reflected in all the lights
And Illumination
From the green glow
Possessed by the café’s glasses.

All is forgiven and forgotten
Within those walls of shame
There is a warmth and a comfort
To all its dismay…

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poem by Christine A Kysely
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My Book

Before I drink myself to death,
God, let me finish up my Book!
At night, I fear, I fight for breath,
And wake up whiter than a spook;
And crawl off to a bistro near,
And drink until my brain is clear.

Rare Absinthe! Oh, it gives me strength
To write and write; and so I spend
Day after day, until at length
With joy and pain I'll write The End:
Then let this carcase rot; I give
The world my Book -- my Book will live.

For every line is tense with truth,
There's hope and joy on every page;
A cheer, a clarion call to Youth,
A hymn, a comforter to Age:
All's there that I was meant to be,
My part divine, the God in me.

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poem by Robert William Service
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Raven Moon

Beneath the
Raven Moon

Ill make you dance
to the rhythm of my lines

Make you wonder
what have I written

Penned with my
sob-throat-ed beat

Words do not mask
the sorrow of not knowing

Fey and forthwith
they flood me

So I am trying to cover
my sadness with words

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poem by Samantha Campbell
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Carmen De Boheme

Sinuously winding through the room
On smokey tongues of sweetened cigarettes, --
Plaintive yet proud the cello tones resume
The andante of smooth hopes and lost regrets.

Bright peacocks drink from flame-pots by the wall,
Just as absinthe-sipping women shiver through
With shimmering blue from the bowl in Circe's hall.
Their brown eyes blacken, and the blue drop hue.

The andante quivers with crescendo's start,
And dies on fire's birth in each man's heart.
The tapestry betrays a finger through
The slit, soft-pulling; -- -- -- and music follows cue.

There is a sweep, -- a shattering, -- a choir
Disquieting of barbarous fantasy.
The pulse is in the ears, the heart is higher,
And stretches up through mortal eyes to see.

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poem by Harold Hart Crane
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It Is Later Than You Think

Lone amid the cafe's cheer,
Sad of heart am I to-night;
Dolefully I drink my beer,
But no single line I write.
There's the wretched rent to pay,
Yet I glower at pen and ink:
Oh, inspire me, Muse, I pray,
It is later than you think!

Hello! there's a pregnant phrase.
Bravo! let me write it down;
Hold it with a hopeful gaze,
Gauge it with a fretful frown;
Tune it to my lyric lyre . . .
Ah! upon starvation's brink,
How the words are dark and dire:
It is later than you think.

Weigh them well. . . . Behold yon band,
Students drinking by the door,

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poem by Robert William Service
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Breitmann In Paris

DER teufel's los in Bal Mabille,
Dere's hell-fire in de air,
De fiddlers can't blay noding else
Boot Orphee aux Enfers:
Vot makes de beoples howl mit shoy?
Da capo - Bravo! - bis!!
It's a Deutscher aus Amerika:
Hans Breitmann in Paris.

Dere's silber toughts vot might hafe peen,
Dere's golden deeds vot must:
Der Hans ish come to Frankenland
On one eternal bust.
Der same old rowdy Argonaut
Vot hoont de same oldt vleece,
A hafin all de foon dere ish-
Der Breitmann in Paris.

Mit a gal on eider shoulder
A holdin py his beard,

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poem by Charles Godfrey Leland
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The Ballad Of One-Eyed Mike

This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye,
As I smoked my pipe in the camp-fire light, and the Glories swept the sky;
As the Northlights gleamed and curved and streamed, and the bottle of "hooch" was dry.

A man once aimed that my life be shamed, and wrought me a deathly wrong;
I vowed one day I would well repay, but the heft of his hate was strong.
He thonged me East and he thonged me West; he harried me back and forth,
Till I fled in fright from his peerless spite to the bleak, bald-headed North.

And there I lay, and for many a day I hatched plan after plan,
For a golden haul of the wherewithal to crush and to kill my man;
And there I strove, and there I clove through the drift of icy streams;
And there I fought, and there I sought for the pay-streak of my dreams.

So twenty years, with their hopes and fears and smiles and tears and such,
Went by and left me long bereft of hope of the Midas touch;
About as fat as a chancel rat, and lo! despite my will,
In the weary fight I had clean lost sight of the man I sought to kill.

'Twas so far away, that evil day when I prayed to the Prince of Gloom

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poem by Robert William Service
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Ce que dit la bouche d'ombre (II)

Espérez ! espérez ! espérez, misérables !
Pas de deuil infini, pas de maux incurables,
Pas d'enfer éternel !
Les douleurs vont à Dieu, comme la flèche aux cibles ;
Les bonnes actions sont les gonds invisibles
De la porte du ciel.

Le deuil est la vertu, le remords est le pôle
Des monstres garrottés dont le gouffre est la geôle ;
Quand, devant Jéhovah,
Un vivant reste pur dans les ombres charnelles,
La mort, ange attendri, rapporte ses deux ailes
A l'homme qui s'en va.

Les enfers se refont édens ; c'est là leur tâche.
Tout globe est un oiseau que le mal tient et lâche.
Vivants, je vous le dis,
Les vertus, parmi vous, font ce labeur auguste
D'augmenter sur vos fronts le ciel ; quiconque est juste
Travaille au paradis.

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poem by Victor Hugo
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Ode to Walt Whitman

By the East River and the Bronx
boys were singing, exposing their waists
with the wheel, with oil, leather, and the hammer.
Ninety thousand miners taking silver from the rocks
and children drawing stairs and perspectives.

But none of them could sleep,
none of them wanted to be the river,
none of them loved the huge leaves
or the shoreline's blue tongue.

By the East River and the Queensboro
boys were battling with industry
and the Jews sold to the river faun
the rose of circumcision,
and over bridges and rooftops, the mouth of the sky emptied
herds of bison driven by the wind.

But none of them paused,
none of them wanted to be a cloud,

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poem by Federico García Lorca
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