The Lord of Vitriol

[anirbas]

*foreward: you are about to enter the lair of the dragon...LOL...
the following poems are my across the board favorites of anything David has ever written, beyond when he cuts a word dancing rug in the romancing genre, even. in my estimation, the ensuing poems, are some of his finest works and exhibit his flawless multifacety with the written word. he might beg to differ, but this is my forward written about him, not his...ggglgggl...enjoy, but don an abestos suit before hand, as here in lies the sting of the Scorpion, and not the grey lizard variety...the ones with draconian wings, the dragon variety...LOL...to coin a bit of astrologically inclined humor*

~*~

There must be a space for vitriol
a place to stir the boiling oil
in the crematorium of my head

Lies must enter the rusty furnace
as one day I emerge as smoke
to choke further generations

~David McConville.
8/2006

~*~

With threads of darkness
the weaver feeds the loom
twisted by knots of vitriol;
No place here for vivid hues
Only echoes of the torture room,
As inside a nettle heart,
You can hear the twisting
Of the screws.

~David McConville.
8/2006

~*~

One day all must burn
burn.. burn .. burn
ashes to final release
accendent, triumphant!

Oh the lick of flames
cleansing the putrid
flesh of saints and sinners!

such sweet burning
fulfilling the promise
of fire_n_brimestone

~David McConville.
8/2006

~*~

Life is but a barbecue
- toss another burger on for me..

Some chunks of meat
just exist to screw
oblivion negates their misery..

Life is but a barbecue
- I'll pass on the fries and lettuce..

but ya'll welcome
to come for dessert
over at the fiery furnace..

~David McConville.
8/2006

[anirbas]

Oh Alice! you’ve broken the looking glass
I swooned at that terrible sound..

I always thought the world was square
But now you tell me it is round

Oh what a shocking dilemma Dear Alice
I feel I’ve slipped down Rabbit’s hole!
And now I’ll be late for Hatters party..

Oh Alice! how could you be so cold?

You know hatter likes to play dormouse
and he'll fret if I'm not there
Oh dear Alice try to take more care!

sincerely yours.. Mad March Hare..

~David McConville.
8/2006

~*~


Opaque as tiffany glass
he rises from the casket
to celebrate another mass..

Dressed in flowing robes of wax
black candles illuminate
the parlour of the dead

What dances in his head?

The Springer like
master of ceremonies
wheels the electric couch
down purple painted halls

“The family that lies together
Fries together”

Isn’t that the way
It was supposed to be
Here in the troubled
state of mind?

Nightly executions on T.V.
Send their frazzled souls
to earth…

~David McConville.
8/2/2006

~*~

The gurgling bile
of rancid intestinal juices,
gargles down the transcendental
sluices..

here have another glass of vitriol,
before embarking on your trip
to the nether regions of hades;
where gargoyles leap
off dead cathedral walls,
crowning your head
with pailfulls of bubbling oil..

Be sure to save a pew for me.

~David McConville.
8/2006

~*~

Hangman! Hangman!
Tighten the noose..
Consult carefully
your table of weights

A rope too short..
- slow strangulation
But one too long..
- decapitation

Hangman! Hangman!
No need for a hood..
Let them all watch
As my face turns puce

Let my dead eyes
Rest silently upon
Those who see love
As a state of abuse..

~David McConville.
8/2006

[anirbas]

Remember how we waltzed at the mortuary dance
Your moves brought to mind such dark history;
Wearing a shroud of the deepest deep black,
You were willing to take a life taking chance

By then you were dead or that’s what you claimed
But I still could detect the faintest of life,
As we shuffled between tables of skin,
But such sustained effort took all that remained

And so finally I left you dancing alone,
Inside a locked closet stuffed full of bones

~David McConville.
8/2006

~*~

Mining
the darkness
down to the core
has allowed
the light
to grow.
Now an end
to vitriol..

~David McConville.
8/2006

[anirbas]

~Confessions Of A Jukebox.

Most of the discs were broken..
Most of the time.
But when somebody thumped my side
I sprang back into life..

Love songs I would play,
then into dark punk era dirges
I was at the total mercy
of some harpies misplaced urges

but the tunes I liked the best
were the ones they never played

~David McConville.
8/2006

[anirbas]

Maybe it was your Father..
Could have been your Mother
Yes they were both to blame
They started you on a journey
Without a destination
But you eventually arrived here
Just the same..

And here we're resting
At this station
Wondering how we ever came

(and to be honest this weird equation
freaks me out!)

But here I am and here I'll stay
Until directed otherwise

~David McConville.
8/2006

~*~

Stained by reason
devoured by emotion
broken by love

warped by confession
cleansed by denial
is God above?

Cindered by devotion
laughed at by clowns
when push comes to shove

~David McConville.
8/2006

~*~

Uncommon Prayer.

Lord bless the druggie..
The pusher and the pimp
The dosser and the cannibal
Of God’s creations
Most horrible.

The lurkers
In the subways, and ghoulish
Shadows of overpasses.

Please bless The occupants
of concrete isolation chambers,
Forgotten by their Mothers
And unforgiven by their Fathers

Lord bless the secret drinker..
Who fractured in his misery
Broken by his faithlessness,
Rolls across the floor of life,
Tongue outstretched
with mind and stomach wretched
in pain, and sweat,
and divine Forgetfulness.

~David McConville.
8/2006

~*~

Fuck you fuck me fuck everyone
Fuck is a sword that pierces flesh
Fuck is a word we learn at school
Because fuck explains everything

Everything defined by fuck..
Fuck is an excuse for nothing

~David McConville.
8/2006

[anirbas]

Don't come too close
I will beat you to a pulp..
dead pigs call me
from the slaughterhouse
squealing as their throats
are cut with blunt knives..

Don't come too close
I will grip your lying throat..
and squeeze until vomit
floods my blood stained fingers

~David McConville.
8/2006

~*~

Oh I’m hurting for a melody
To let these missions fly…

Lord have mercy, lord have mercy

Wish I sang like Crosby
I’m hurting for a melody..

And I’m hurting for a voice
Wish Schubert was on my team..

Lord have mercy, lord have mercy

~David McConville.
8/2006

Don't tell me to grow up bitch
That's the card you find so handy
mysogeny you claim
but turn the card and switch
and face miss misandry..

Miss Misandry has a lovely face
but she's in love with mysogeny..

Stand back at watch them explode!

Beam us up Scotty..

~David McConville.
8/2006

~*~

Poets are born not made
to challenge the status-quo
why are you pretenders here?
sometime let me know..

Because I have given my soul
and you have spectated..
behind dark glasses
pulled it out and masturbated




I hope the orgasm was good
don't want to leave you dry
everything in moderation..

~David McConville.
8/2006

[soulfir3]

David these are simply ..

Stunning.. in awe, in total speach forgotten rendered adoration -

of your gift, ability too translate the most deepest, darkest thoughts

into spell binding manifestations of golden prose ........


respectfully,

soul

many thanks to Sabrina, for drawing these out of the shadow box and sharing with us - your talents

[anirbas]

Soul, big ;D your words just gave me.

I chose the thread title, as the original thread title
these pieces were under, was Vitriol...

I may change it to that, yet...
Just called it the The Lord of...
to tease him...

[DavidMc]

I don't hate these poems, in fact I think some are okay I wrote them all unedited last year when I was pissed off with a certain someone Like the other stuff Sabrina posted on the 'unknown' thread, I didn't keep copies of most of them, so once again i am grateful to the Empurrus for taking the time and effort to exhume the bodies

Thank you Soul for the kind comment.

David

[anirbas]

LOL...You're so very welcome, Empurrurrrrr...And I'm not through playing grave digger...ggglgggl...I have found scads of your stuff! Sharon needs to go through the Unknown thread and pull some of the stuff she left in it and share it here...It's good stuff, too! Have to drop that hint, hint, hint on her...LOL...Sabrina

[anirbas]

and for what it's worth...
body exposition was not the intention...
i've simply always admired these grittier pieces
and found them worthy of an honorable mention,
of course, in my humble opinion...
but, i digress as i discourse...
it could be worse...
i could be wide awake
and in the mood to really yak...
instead of being mired in the feeling of tired...
so, therefore, shutting up...or at least for now...

Love, Sabrina.

[vixen]

David theses are totally amazing. I loved them all,and thanks to Sabs for digging them up,what a waste it would have been if they were lost forever. totally fantastic. Vixen