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By = Pyrayton Svaenohr and Alexander Antonin ([personal profile] alex_antonin)

From primordial slime grows things made of meat,
Which quiver and shiver in cold and in heat;
From its own filth, from Life's shit and rot,
Life arises and suffers, then falls down to naught;
Made of hot garbage, composed of decay,
Life swims in its own filth all night and all day;
Living things eat each other, tearing down bit by bit,
Then Life turns around and eats its own shit.

From the time you're born until you decompose,
Starvation and death are the least of your woes;
There are parasites extant that will live in your eye,
And care not if you're starving, or cold, or you cry;
Or plagues that devour the flesh off your bones,
Dooming you to a life of agonized moans;
There are millions of horrors in store for you here,
To make sure you have plenty of things for to fear.

So it's plain to me what all these facts spell:
That Life on this Earth is literally Hell;
There is no God who cares for our plight,
And darkness will always devour the light;
No omnipotent savior who cries at our pain,
No soul drives your meat, only sparks in your brain;
Just Life born of refuse, of garbage, of spilth,
Eating its own shit, made of its own filth.
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“Capitalism Is Cannibalism”
By = Pyrayton Svaenohr and [personal profile] alex_antonin

Our empire is carved from the flesh of our brothers and sisters.
Capitalism is colonialism, humanity carving itself into pieces.
Capitalism is autophagia, humanity eating the pieces it has carved of itself.
Capitalism is cannibalism, humans turned into meat to feed the system.
The system gobbles us up, devouring our hearts and minds and bodies,
And when we're all used up, it shits us out and we're left to fester in the sun.
If you are not an easily wielded and useful tool, you're garbage to the system.
Our elderly, our disabled, our down-on-their-luck, all are treated as shit:
Walked around, stepped on, scraped up, washed away;
A health hazard to be terminated with extreme prejudice.
Not that most of the rest of us are treated much better.

Our empire is built on a foundation of torture.
Colonized peoples terrorized, brutalized, slaughtered like animals in a factory farm,
Experimented on against their will, blamed for all our own sins.
Even now, their numbers whittled away in a continuing genocide,
While you stick your head in the sand and pretend your finger is not on the trigger;
While you hum to yourself and imagine you're not assisting the slaughter.
You are a torture victim yourself, lost in comforting delusions,
Delusions of a world where racism, sexism, and exploitation are relics of the past;
A world where poverty is laziness, which means it can never happen to you;
A world where there is no system; only people, only freedom,
So you will not have to open your eyes to the ongoing atrocities all around you.

Our empire is built on a bedrock of exploitation.
All that is inviolable is violated, plundered, packaged, and devoured.
A lucky few are born into obscene wealth, swimming in piles of money,
And claiming that it all came from their own hard work,
When really, they stole it from other people's hard labor:
From people working over 40 hours a week in 2 jobs but still can't afford food,
From people working over food despite a flu because they can't afford sick days,
From people bringing their kids to interviews because they can't afford child care,
From people who are underpaid, screamed at by customers and bosses alike,
Victims of literal wage theft, tip theft, or paid a pittance under the table,
All so their employers can swim in a pile of stolen money.

Our empire is choking the life out of humanity.
The system cannot work if individuality and freedom exist,
So compliance is mandatory, resistance is futile; abnormality will not be tolerated.
Work, consume, breed, and die; work, consume, breed, and die;
You have all the potential of the cosmos, so why are you content to be a worker ant?
Because you know no better - the system defined freedom for you;
We're bound, gagged, and fettered, but it's all we know, so it feels Right.
It's all we know, so we inflict this torture on others, thinking we are doing Good.
Even our own children, we torture the souls and minds right out of them,
Our schools are prisons, the only thing they teach is mindless obedience;
Capitalism is violence, and it is killing our future.
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“The Flayed Men”
By = Pyrayton Svaenohr

Flayed alive, the skinless monsters still breathe.
Their every breath is agony, their screams directed inward,
But their rage is directed outward.

Like a cancer they spread, claiming everything in reach.
Eating The Mother to death, kidnapping and torturing their kin,
Not thinking beyond what can give instant relief to their pain.

Genocide is a pleasant afternoon for these beasts.
Having lost their own souls, they devour the souls of their kin,
And the results are a travesty, a mockery of spirit.

Lash out at them, and you may get them to release you.
But do not point out the insanity of their ways, or they will tear you apart,
And you will die knowing some small part of their agony.

I would pity them, but they flayed themselves.
They have only themselves to blame for their condition.
Which is the most pitiable thing of all.

There are a few who have regrown their skins,
Regrown their souls, and are sane for a time, feeling empathy for their kin.
The others will find them and re-flay them.
They always do.

~ ~ ~

File this under "all monsters are human." This poem is about European imperialism, and how it affects both white people and people of color. The imagery was inspired by a post in which some black Africans' reaction to seeing white people for the first time was to say "They have no skin!"
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“Darkness To Darkness, Corpse to Corpse”
By = Pyrayton Svaenohr

From darkness we come, and to darkness we all return.
Built bit by bit from the ashes of the dead
and the corpses of plants and animals in the womb,
We are then torn apart bit by bit by the living,
by bacteria, animals, and plants, in the dark of the tomb.
Once they were our meat and our bread,
and we will be theirs one day in our turn.
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“True Monster”
By = Pyrayton Svaenohr

I shove glass in my eyes for you,
I dip my hands in lava for you.
I open up to you, and you tell me to kill myself;
I kill myself and you tell me life is precious.
I try to roar in rage at you,
And all that comes out is a squeak.

I am intimately familiar with Hell,
Because I have known you.
Your soul is like antifreeze to a cat;
You are sweet to the taste, but you're poison.
God blames The Devil for your creation,
But The Devil won't accept the credit.

If the darkest Dark mated with the foulest evil,
Their worst offspring would be cherubic compared to you.
Azathoth and Cthulhu refuse to speak your name,
Not even in hushed whispers in a fearful night.
Even in a room full of the worst of humanity's worst,
You would be the true monster.
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I could clean a highway, or plant a tree,
Or protest a polluting factory,
But I don't have time for all that swill,
I've got shit to do on FarmVille.

Gemini poem

Apr. 3rd, 2015 01:05 am
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By = Pyrayton Svaenohr

I have poured out all my blood until dust wheezed from my veins.
I have punctured my soul and drained all its tears until an ocean formed.
I have screamed so loud the atmosphere ignited and burned the world to cinders.
I have lived a million agonies until there was nothing left that could hurt me.

I could drown you in the ocean of my blood and tears.
I could crucify you in Hell and think it insufficient.
I could tear you apart and put you back together inside out.
I could give you a million agonies until nothing else could hurt you.

Bound in chains of white-hot razor wire,
Soulmates via the darkest magics.
Two spirits stitched together like a human centipede,
Forged in agony, breathing burning needles and battery acid.
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“The Universe Is A Poem”
By = Pyrayton Svaenohr

The universe is a poem of unknowable complexity and size;
We see very little of it with our ears and nose and eyes.
We are deaf and blind and noseless in an eternal abyss,
We would need 1000 senses just to guess something amiss.

We do not hear the chorus in the heavens all around,
The music of the stars as they sing their song unbound.
Nor the planets as they add their own bits to the symphony,
We are deaf and blind and noseless in a vast eternity.

We are as dust mites on the skin of men within a world
Where giants walk among them, mountains getting hurled
In wars even they can't fathom, so how in Hell could we?
And we quibble over silly things like land, ideas, money.

Yet if, somehow, these giants vast cared for us at all,
And tried to speak to us, would we understand their call?
Perhaps the sun screams into the abyss with a roar of plasma fire,
And we pretend there’s nothing amiss, and ignore the warnings dire?

They are great and vast and old, these giants out in space,
And all we are is talking meat in a meaningless rat race.
The universe, it does not care, we are of no importance.
No matter what we do, the giants continue their dance.
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“The Snake Inside”
By = Pyrayton Svaenohr

There is a snake in my belly, a tightly coiled knot.
It eats me from within, out of fear.
I have carried this snake inside me for decades,
And have gotten used to its presence,
But of late, it has become more active,
More afraid, more venomous,
For reasons unknown to me.

I try to calm it down, to make it relax,
So it will not eat my insides,
But that just frightens it more and more,
Until the beast starts climbing up my throat,
Constricting my heart and lungs,
Burning my esophagus,
Its head a lump in my throat,
Its venom tearing through my body.

The snake inside me writhes,
And I wish I could call animal control,
Or speak parseltongue,
To whisper peace into its soul,
Into my own soul,
Into our soul.
Until then, we writhe in anxiety.


Feb. 3rd, 2015 07:40 am
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By = Pyrayton Svaenohr

I wish to live a life so bold, that none would dare to hurt me,
To make you fear that before I grew cold, my soul would rise to eat thee!
      A malignant spirit tearing muscle and skin,
      Covered in gore, with a murderous grin,
      Howling into the sky at night,
      All who hear it fleeing in fright!

I wish to live a life so grand, that upon the day I die,
Men, women, and children in every land would wail, scream, and cry.
      A maleficent specter swooping down from the skies,
      Causing unending nightmares of burning red eyes,
      A giant red skull trailing fires from Hell,
      No magic can save you, not a single true spell!

I wish to live a life so free, that all would envy my might,
Wishing they could join my spree, and - like me - take flight.
      Malicious ghouls cackling with glee,
      Every one of us utterly free!
      A future land where all that crawls, swims, or flies,
      Will live in terror of the haunted night skies!

I wish to live a life so dire, that it would end the human race,
All your souls consumed in fire, terror frozen on your face!
      And the only thing sentient left on the land,
      Are animals fleeing what they can't understand.
      Will you join me in my escape to the skies?
      Will you join me when, dead, I rise?
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Homophobia. Such an unassuming word, a TARDIS of letters.
A word used to make their deeds seem a bit better.
An abuse of language that adds to the crime.
A self-serving, self-righteous waste of good breath.
I have caulrophobia, but I've never beat a clown to death.
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“Incunabula Of Phantasmagoria”
By = Pyrayton Svaenohr

In ancient eons gone and past,
There was born within the void
A creature terrible and vast
That stars wished to avoid.

It ate dwarf stars for breakfast,
And giant blues for lunch.
At dinnertime it found black holes
Upon which it would munch.

The Virgo Supercluster
Is like a forest to this beast,
But the Milky Way galaxy
Is where it once did feast.

And though it eats most stars,
A few it spares by need,
For it seeks out M class worlds
With life, so it can breed.

It scoured the void for eons,
Looking where it could,
Until it found one planet
That looked like it was good.

It laid some eggs on Earth,
But before it could depart,
Something happened to them,
Which broke the creature's heart.

Debris from space wiped out its nest,
So it was forced to wait;
Luckily for this sky beast,
Patience is its finest trait.

Then one day it woke up,
And saw its nest once more secure.
It laid its eggs upon the earth,
But watched it, to be sure.

Its eggs must incubate for centuries,
Thus in us they set up shop.
And now they jump between us
Whenever dead we drop.

And one day in the future,
If Mother gets her way,
All of us will hatch,
And our flesh will fall away.

We incubators of flesh and bone
Will explode in bloody showers,
And the Earth will burn to cinders
In just a few short hours.

Expanding, we will roar,
To our final form assemble;
And as we tear a hole in spacetime,
The universe shall tremble!
And we shall be forevermore
A plague upon the 'verse!
So don't you think that maybe we
Should use THIS life to rehearse?
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“The Two Elements”
By = Pyrayton Svaenohr

“Four elements,” say some,
“Five!” says another.
“Thirty-seven” says my father,
“One hundred eighteen” says my mother.

Water, Earth, Air, and Fire,
Or Spirit gives you a fifth.
“Wood, Fire, Metal, Earth, and Water,” say others,
“Anything else is just a myth.”

Scientists point to atoms
To compile their element list,
But what of all the smaller parts?
Is there something they've all missed?

I look into the sky at night,
And matter at the smallest scale,
And wonder if they all are wrong,
If all these guesses fail.

What if the only elements
That the universe employed
Were simply numbered one and two,
Named “Energy” and “Void”?

Take a mass of Void foundation,
Upon which stretched a skin, you see,
Of spacetime and the universe,
All made up of Energy.

Everything that we can see,
And all the things we can't
Can be boiled down to those two things,
From galaxy to ant.

So look into the massive sky,
And deep within your soul;
For you need both Energy and Void
To exist, and to be whole.


Nov. 19th, 2014 05:19 pm
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Saw this image on Tumblr, it inspired me to write a story:

The universe was in danger, in danger of being eaten by a powerful evil force. So all the galaxies in the universe condensed themselves down into a human form by folding space. The human universe sat, cold and lonely on a rogue planet for centuries, waiting for the danger to pass. Then one day, Xe knew Xe was safe. In one glorious burst of light, followed by a continuous and less intense light, the galaxies poured out of their human shell and back into spacetime. But their human form was still alive, and still lonely. So the galaxies reached down from the heavens and touched xir head. From the place they touched sprang forth life onto the planet, which was now orbiting a sun. And before long, there were other humans on the planet, and the vessel of the universe was no longer lonely. Xe died decades later, xer children and grandchildren watching over xer. And so the human vessel of the universe died happy, returning to the universe from whence xe came.

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“Electric Meat”
By = Pyrayton Svaenohr

"I am flesh, and flesh is weak.
I am just electric meat.
And in my brain a quantum song
drags my twitching meat along."

"I am a spirit here for sightseeing,
Literally a human, being.
Deathless energy bound to this earth,
Death not an end, just a rebirth."

Emergent property or soul divine?
Which truth today do I make mine?
Did spirit and matter one day enmesh?
Or is the mind created by flesh?

Is there a difference? Maybe both!
Maybe souls are seeds of growth?
God/dess eggs in meat and bone,
And death is Zir* children coming home?

Either way, the flesh is weak.
Would that I weren't made of meat.
We are too fragile, too close to dying,
We can end ourselves just barely trying.

I want a body that will never know death!
A body that grows stronger with every breath!
“What doesn't kill you makes you stronger” is such a myth,
But what if weren't? I want that, forthwith!

Or if not that, then pull back the veil,
For tis the unknown at which we quail.
Give us the certainty, one way or another:
Total end, or return to The Mother?

I don't understand why we don't understand
How and why we're born to this land!
Why must we have fear, the ground to beat?
Are we spirits in bodies, or just electric meat?


* = Zir, a genderless pronoun, is pronounced "zeer."
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Inspired by American Horror Story: Freak Show, and by a post made about how "monster" used to mean a freak of nature.

"Freak of Nurture"
By = Pyrayton Svaenohr

A second head, third arm, third leg,
Or conjoined twin that has died:
Physical deformity is seen as disgusting,
But pales to what is inside.

Being dwarf in stature, I am not sure
Can compare to being small of mind.
And often those with perfect eyes
Are the ones most truly blind.

A second face may seem out of place
And a gruesome physical woe,
But worse is the face some hide inside,
Their true personas, you'd fear to know.

Cleft of palate is on the ballot
As being in need of correction,
But racism, sexism, and homophobia
Would get my vote in that election.

Outward deformities pale to enormities,
And often hide a gentle soul;
But physical beauty is no guarantee,
And could hide a heart made of coal.

Natural freaks elicit gasps and shrieks,
They're the ones that steal the show.
But the real monsters grow in the soul,
So how are we to know?
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"The Fire is Ashes"
By = Pyrayton Svaenohr

Devour my flesh.
Do not hesitate,
Do not worry.
I will not be harmed,
For I was electrons pulling meat strings,
But the puppet master has left;
Only meat remains,
So devour it.
Devour me.

Devour my flesh, so I may live in you,
So I may feel the air through you,
So I may drink water through you.
Devour my flesh, so I may fuck through you,
And suck through you,
Live and breathe and love through you,
Even though the fire is ashes,
And the ashes are grown cold.

Please, devour my flesh,
For I have no wish to return to the soil yet.
Immortality through cannibalism:
It is pale compared to living,
But what can be done?

Cook my meat, and eat it,
So I may briefly feel warmth again.
So I may briefly feel alive again.
My meat in your belly,
It becomes one with your meat.
My atoms in your muscles,
Your heart, your brain.
Living again.

I have no wish to be eaten by any being lesser than you.
The conqueror worm is noble,
But though it is alive,
It doesn't really live.
You do.

Please grant me this last request, then,
And devour me after I die.
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"Prison of Flesh and of Bone"
By = Pyrayton Svaenohr

Ever since my day of birth,
I have tried to flee this earth,
For never has it been my home,
My body a prison of flesh and of bone.

Explain myself? Where to begin?
Never comfortable in my own skin!
Twitching, itching, whether dirty or clean,
It makes me want to fucking scream!
I go for months feeling relatively well,
Then suddenly I feel like Hell,
Like wearing a necklace for months with no ire,
When suddenly it burns like fire,
And though the thing has slack in spades,
It feels like a wire of blades,
Cutting off my air til I cut it away,
With little relief, I still feel the same way!

Can't even eat what I want anymore,
Or sleep for long without feeling sore;
When I'm clothed I want to run around nude,
But I can't, for you humans consider that rude.

I've no desire to end my life,
No matter how it fills me with strife,
But this body is like a tangle of thorns,
And it drives me mad being monoform!

I envy the bird that flies from the trees,
Free upon the invisible breeze;
I even envy the air, free of repression,
This damnable body filling me with aggression!

I want to run like the cheetah or flee like the hare,
Without having to fight to get enough air.
I want to float like a raincloud in the sky so free,
Or stand tall and proud in the earth as a tree.

I want to climb a tree as a cat or a bear,
Or be the sunlight in the ocean's glare!
Or be a panda eating bamboo,
I want to be whatever I set my mind to!

But instead I'm stuck here in this sack of meat,
My ribs are prison bars that trap my heartbeat.
This monoform meat puppet drives me insane,
I feel nothing for it but contempt and disdain!

Let me out! I am trapped! Let my hardship abate!
What did I do to deserve this cruel fate?
I just want to escape - like a trapped cyclone -
This bottle, this prison of flesh and of bone.
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I had an intention in mind when I started this poem. It went in a direction I had not planned. Here is that attempt:

Trigger warnings: parasites, body invasion, loss of will )


Aug. 17th, 2012 06:42 pm
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By = Lord Pyrayton

When the noise of human life
Becomes to much to bear,
I glide away in pale moon light
My wings a whisper in the air.

Skeletal and gently creaking,
Eerie in full moon's glow,
The trees they whisper, softly speaking
Of secrets only they can know.

The chill, it thrills my very soul,
The cold wind nibbles at me;
Winter tries to devour me whole,
But its bleak beauty sets me free.

Deeper now I travel on,
Into the thickest wood;
Now the moonlight's all but gone,
Yet lighter grows my mood.

In places that would petrify
And creep out most mundanes,
I feel at home, I can't deny,
The night is in my veins.

For all my life, I hope you see,
Through darkness do I wend;
I swim through it, and it through me,
The darkness is my friend.

In the night, my only fear,
The most vicious beasts I'm fleeing!
The reason I escape to here,
Is other human beings.

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