http://slow.writerscafe.org/Theimmortalpoet The original writings of author Rocans (Asher) en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990574 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 After ghostly soldiers ravaged through the city, Kaled is the last soldier left standing. The story accounts for what happened as he is accosted by an armed and armored killer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/3121283/ The black pen espouses a starknessWielded like a sword to harnessIntrusive thoughts...Through left hand of darknessWhich writes these ritesLike a necromancerKnighted by the night As lord of a lurid lexiconExorcizing demons in the moonlightReigning over the witching hourAs mortals sleep, death f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/2941872/ My life as a montage of Tarot cards and astrologySigns and symbols amass in a flowery anthologyGoated ram to randomly access memoryFlashbacks of eight disco balls gyrating to melodyMy Sun sung a song called violetTo a beat of fusion Flashbacks of dinosaurian dynasties epochs  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/2941344/ As I scream into the voidIt screams back annoyedCracking resolve of steel alloyedA confrontation I cannot avoidSo I go to war...Like an anthem Uncle Sam sungSinging soul music to shame Shang TsungThe new wave of Mortal Kombat fandomWords of affirmation booming from a man's tongueYet in this solo tra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/2941216/ Introducing a crude gambitWith vespers I vie to vanquishShackles of abuse, the banditDevil, stealing my life. He transits...Through my solitude like a black moonHis face disfigured by the vapor loomObscuring the world like an eclipseTragic is the gimmicks, gothic is the PhysicsBut I want the smoke, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/2939982/ By the tender hand that mercy movesIs judgement cast, a soul to bruiseFor goodness topples without its pairI deal a fate of kind severeThis humility you take for weak and frailCan flip the script from head to tailThe Sun eclipsed by wind and hailYou fight these tears but you shall failThe devil was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/2939790/ There is a time for everything under the blazing SunA time for forgiveness and a time when there is noneWhen anger rises from the deepWhen they take you for a harmless sheepMercy is a virtue, a balm for woundsYet, in the depths, vengeance looms Anger, a tempest from the soul's abyssA silent scr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/2939789/ I deem the current state of affairs…shockingThe mentality of the people retreats as tech advances Social media hysteria with no filters for smokescreens Subjects hypnotized by computers and phone screensTheir lives defined by likes and viewsReligion still holding sway over the masse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/2939788/ In a dark dungeon of the Blackcross castle, Kain Fangsworth struggled against steel shackles affixed to the rugged walls. They didn’t budge. Although his strength far outstripped the strongest man, Kain knew these restraints were imbued with ancient magic to ensure even vampires could not esca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/2939277/ Gloria decided to skip the meeting with the Mothers. Though Faelina’s blood had revived her from the taxing channeling hours prior, she could not conjure up the resolve to face the Mothers with blood churning inside her stomach. Having spent almost a year at Beltraine had made her somewhat use.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/2939276/ Located at the peak of a desolate hill in the easternmost part of Nocteraia, the main building of the Blackcross castle rose more than three hundred feet into the starless sky. Like a gothic citadel made of charred bricks and greasy clay mortar, the building sported a rather unique pair of protrusio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/2939273/ Gloria screamed as they channeled life from her. Hot streams of energy tore from her like limbs being amputated. She couldn’t see the frenzy on the grounds of the Beltraine Sisterhood due to the tears and smoke distorting her view. But the chaotic atmosphere was driving her insane. The entire .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/2939272/ It was to be an otherwise normal day in Nocteraia, the blazing noon sun pitching light and life to the bustling men and women, who went about their day in the city. Higglers sold their wares on the streets, soliciting buyers with raucous calls. Others walked to their workplace, oblivious to the sign.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/2939270/ Vampire teen hiding in a Sisterhood of witches. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/2939261/ Why I Don't Write For You...Why I don't write for you...Words, though mighty, failTo describe the depths my love Most profound, most absoluteSo I invoke my emotions of equal yokeInk of tears, writing from the shed of another tierFor a mother who walks in grace Her name the meaning of my li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/2939067/ Send the rainCome what MayNo cloud in this judgmentThat I am KingTo reign over my faithAs the stormy sea floods the deckI rest as my cowardly Sun tries to floatCasting a path like Benjamin's hand raisedRising Presidents long dead yet my life to servePen poised like Poseidon's prong.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/2869552/ My writes are leftistGrandma's best knitHence this hex liftsWest Spells from hell's pitNo quells from cells nor fells nor respiteDespite Christ or Incels' best wishBest call Christ or England's best britYells like Cesspit Tight like seams from Grandma's best knit Texts of best fit http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/2857142/ I am a walking graveyard...Complete with a ballad of broken bonesAnd not one but three wayward soulsEnclosed in a coffin of fleshToo sadistic to rot and set me free...to restThe muse of death whispers thus:Behold my slave...pen something of dark beautyShow them what magic a soul on fire can castI re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/2813402/ The strange urge to be a pendulumComes nightly like a secret loverGoading me into tying the knot Her veil is a dark cloudAnd she comes like the rainAnd I like night as I dream of free fall Supported by a tension to repel the unholy ground...But I've long since baptized in the spiritsSo the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/2804082/ Persephone phones this recluseWhose heavy heart drums the blues"What shade of black do you choose?"Lady death intones...once my muse From my eyes rip-tides oozeThe tourniquet my neck's masseuseA toxic lover's possessive nooseIs it a hickey or a bruise?Or both...either way I loseCousin of sleep .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/2772340/ So I resurrected my Writer’s Cafe accountOn account of nothing I can announceAn ounce of alcohol put to mouthI doubt…More like a quite unwise amount?About…Half a gallon of a stoutHazy bottles on the couch Who vouch to crouch my solitude… in twelve boutsImpressive rout&hell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/2766714/ He came for me yesterdayDeathLaughing a laugh of complacencyDressed in black suit and matching heartPet Eagle aloft ready to shed its copper feathers......................................................................I laughed back Not a scoff at the presumptuous guyBut an affirmation from my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/2012997/  Theaphrodisiac of my impending deathIs darkly profoundSo I visit and places morbidly renownedFor the ejaculation of serum redAccelerating fate I'm homeward boundHeartbeats the rhythm of my swansongSung like sordid Souls to lift my sole soul downTo hell's haven colder th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1706089/ I am blackAnd my outlook is a trifle dimTried to fix that with reading many a bible hymn Here at my side the poison pen of my disciple sinThoughts corrupt I throw in poems, my recycle binUnbridled gin imbibed within such has my cycle been http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1550063/ What is life but death adorned?The dream of death to escape scornHorrible cycle of unchanging formWeaving life with quantum yarnWe walk the earth creating purposeCreating gods in our image to serve usNervous of the ultimate fate Blind date with death in darkened placeTaking us farther from the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1547238/ I existed before my birthSuspended in ether by celestial vortex of stardustMy consciousness made by the coagulated thoughts of GodBathed in the Christic light of he who sits at the right hand of the powerI was ordered by the creator to come down from the seventh heavenTo experience life as a human b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1544752/ Godology- the scientific study of God. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1542443/ Million volts of shock Searing through brainAt the current news Of your deathNevermoreWill Earth be gracedBy your breath Your empty corpse within time capsule encasedThe tears did not come thenThey hid inside dark cloudsLurking  Overshadowing epic release of a piece Of my am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1528229/ Life is best lived in solitudeSo alone I flirt with demons of deeds pastAnd in the event of the onset of melancholiaI arm myself with the spirits of alcoholLiquefied time machine to transport me from egregious EarthTo the dizzying landscapeof oblivionBottled Lethe to mimic the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1526817/ The splendour of her presenceSatiates my mind like morphineHair as black as the wings of creatures corvineIn suspended animation oscillatingBetween Nirvana and ElysiumMy soul sleeps in her tranquil graceMy stupor most profound as All else melts awayFrom the fringes of consciousnessMoments in he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1520834/ Don’t speak that blasphemy....That when this lust rises within me like the ChristIt is not good in god’s unbiased eyesTo fantasize upon the slippery prizeBetween her glorious thighs... To conspire as slick as a snake to inveigle... And to plant within he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1516014/ Father I have sinned,I know death is the incomeBut come the conclusionof the judgement Do I yet have placein the kingdom?If my sins are induced by an enchantress possessorOppressor of my will whose name is OdessaHer rubenesque physique rises from the bleak beneathFlying nightly acr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1511321/ Full dark, no starsSwirling black consumes Time festers my soul's corruptionSomewhere afar beckonsBeyond the great beyond Freedom's avatarApotheosis into the Lord of SoliloquyWhimsical wordweaverWhose craft has been mastered through metamorphosisOf poignant melancholia into these.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1495442/ In Fractiousdefiance of the law of the speed of light WhereEinstein becomes bested by my futuristic scienceI alterspace-time within the Event Horizon of this whizzing mindAnd in itslabyrinthine complexity possibilities permuteInto realitiesenvisioned in my meditative phanta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1484265/ Dervish shadows whizzed past in my frenzied absquatulationFrom this forest most foul harboring a horrific haven ofhellish harbingersMy raging fears bubbled from my person, like a distastefullymephitic flatulationI drew impossible strength from what must have been thetenebrous ether.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1477826/ I don't know what this is http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1471248/  Allow me to vent the dejectionof my spiritI grip this pen myonly salvation from the sin of melancholyMy sadness everstretches the meagre definition of morose Ripping asunder the containerwhich describes gloomAs pent up sorrowpercolates from perforated pentameters.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1459581/ The shadows stretch themselves before my odysseyToo jealous to make my way void of hindrances such an oddityThey swing blackening before me like skeletal willowsBlowing gently in evening breeze of my thoughts which billowsGails too dead to know to what visual evil it fostersBending forms of antagoni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1443118/ Alastor rests upon astatue in his deep mourning A maiden, it wascalled Aurora for she conjured images of morningMajestic fawn herchryselephantine form cold beneath his touchThe pool beneathcaught his every fears in lachrymose rushHis teary eyes hazywith droplets of fear&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1439625/ Come hither mydearest, release restraint from thy clutchBare your nakedthroat freely to my canine touchPermit my fangedhalf-moon smile to extract the sweet red rushSwoon as my thirstquenches from aphrodisiac arterial gush I shall make you anartist as scarlet spills.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1439615/ Locked within the ironbars of morality's cageAnimalistic cravesconstantly shake ideological gatesEver increasing our debtto our most primordial statesWhere traits dare express themselves on nature’s stage I saw her first under atree by her lonesomeForbidden.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1431709/ Okay sleep, I have written a poem about you. Indulge me please. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1431699/ Playing the devil's advocate here. Not an atheist and I don not necessarily share the views expressed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1431168/ To the christian God:Permit me one wish to be hadPlease enable me the power to coalesce within meThe wrongdoings of my fellow menInto my own body, my fate to burden with the wages of sinSince the prospect ofeternal Hellfire is still possibleDespite the crucifixionof God incarnateRocans t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1429492/ My alter ego is at it again! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1424720/ I relish moments made,within the matrix of my maverick mindAn introspective Imaginariumof idiosyncratic imaginingsWhen alone I operatein total verbose silenceWhere loquaciousthoughts nip voracious At my rapacious willto slash my salacious pen Like Zen I meditateagain .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1422220/ My writings arewrithings within my temperamental facilityMy words must exorcizemy demons with efficient ability With verbal vehicles Ireach for infinity to fall back on divinityI write to restore  elusive ephemeralsymmetry To this radioactive minddevoid of civilit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1420642/ Phobias swirl chaotic inside my soulInexplicable fear transcends my controlA million eyes of judgement upon my every deedUntil mine become pupils of their illusory breedSelf awareness sharpened to a morbid degreePanicked heart bellowing its sordid decreeEnacting synthetic actions created in xenophob.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1419537/ Many things I wish as the God of WarBut fracturing yourfaith is my Final FantasyTorturing your spiritto test your Soul’s CaliburI deal your death like Yugio's dragonish cardsI am locked in aMortal Kombat within your mindIn  a reality akin to an Unreal Tournamentdes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1418540/ Ever so often theGods wink at the ignorance of humanityAnd from the reachesof heaven are ambrosia droppedGems of art-forms thebarren earth to grace  So are the deft hands of artists blessedImpressed I gaze atwhat may be termed Opus DeiFrozen life sprung.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Theimmortalpoet/1418520/