My Revenge

Poem by Marc Evan Aupiais

I want you dead, dying painfully over the hours,
I want you hurt, to have destroyed everything, everyone you love,
I want you murdered,
Every bit destroyed,

May poverty take you, infamy destroy your name,
May you have nothing,
Not even your allies or your name.

May you be ended slowly,
Everyone walking by,
No one stopping or caring,
Wild dogs only enemies.

May everything, everyone you hope in, slowly, inevitably be destroyed!
May none of your wealth help you,

This is what awaits you,
Hell,

And perhaps, were I not Christian,
Catholic to the core,

Somehow I'd enact this scheme,
This desire to end your core!

Yet, this and worse is your fate,
Awaited!

Anyway! For your sins against your God and our core!

Such is hell, is all perdition.
As much you deserve it,
As the prison!

That you made for the rest of us,
With false kindness,
And targeted affection!

A smile for the camera,
A watching of the crowd!

May that pretty smile fade to dust,
And all you love,
Blink, may it be dead and gone,

May perdition overtake thee,
For it is near unforgivable,
What you have intentionally done!

Forged in Darkest Darkness

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Forged in Darkest Darkness,
I must have been,
For the light of your affection,
Splinters into me!

Strengthen in darkness,
Water drowning me like a newly forged blade,
Ancient, arcanum,
I am Secret and I am Set!

In darkest darkness,
You must have loved me,
Raised in my affection,
Like that of the Blind!

In darkest Darkness,
I learned to love you,
And fear every light,
Every sound but your steps!

In darkest Darkness, I learn affection,
But where are you, Affection,
When I need you for all the rest?!

Darkness caress me!

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Darkness, turn, swirl,
Like an eel or alligator,
Drowning me in the great river waters!

Darkness fill, splinter, explode!
Darkness, dark night moon, stars, fill my life!

Darkness fill me, darkness and sound!
Darkness overcome me,
Darkness fill my love and life,

Beat of darkness, overcome my night!
Darkness fill me,
Ghosts of dark and night!
Moonlight!

Darkness fill my every breath,
Fill my oceans, my cups,
My lakes, and rapid white rivers!

Fill me, Splinter, exploding, Darkened Darkness!

Fill my Soul, Humble Nothingness,
God's Creation,
Before the Eyes of Light!

Nice

Poem by Marc Aupiais

If Nice is in France, let's all be very goodly Nice!
But as for nice,
Shall we be nice to oppressors of the weak,
Nice to those who smile,
And us greet?
Nice to Hitler, to him all were quite sweet!

Nice with handsome tips,
Nice to tax collectors,
And soldier men!

Were all ladies nice to all,
Certainly some men would delight!

To be nice is not a virtue,
That I aspire to!

Nice, in France, well perhaps another poem would detail,
That vague concept of Paris, Nice and France;

I concede

Poem by Marc Aupiais

I must abdicate, I concede,
I must disappear, give in,
I surrender, I give up!

I have title! I have right,
But you treat him the owner,
And he you love!

I concede! My heart!
I concede! My soul!
All is not fair in love and war!

But if you choose me still,
Let me know!
Announce with loud noise!
Tell me so!

But I am not one for affairs,
Or such!

Or immoral acts,
Or love and war!

I am timid and soft,
I am a good good guy!

I could never be that evil,
I concede!

Those black frilly lace shoes

Poem by Marc Aupiais

I must admit on seeing them, on you..
By Fashion, my view of you changed!
What fashion, sense!
What beautiful shoes!

How did you come by them,
Was there a second pair,
My my, oh my, what shoes you wear!

And how they put you above the rest!
Why with those shoes,
You go anywhere you want!

You can walk to arizona, and past mexico for lunch!
You can tread the North Pole,
And know exactly about all ice!
And walk to Africa, and through it!
And solve all our problems,

With those beautiful black lace! Frilly high heeled shoes!

Truly! Those shoes are everything!
What would we all be without you wearing them!
We celebrate you,
For your shoes!

Such shoes! You are grand!
Far greater than the designer,
That is a sure truth,
Such shoes!
They elevate you, beyond
The height God set you at!

And set you a throne above the hades!
But love,
Do come down from there for a second,
Listen to me,
Naturally taller than thee!

Those shoes do not spare you judgement,
Not from me or from God!

And dressing to please me,
If not the whole world, with your fashion, love!
It doesn't undo wrongs!

It doesn't make me weep less,
When, wearing such beautiful shoes,
You have a tendency to disappoint:
To put those material things,
Before the truly material to God! And to Me!

So wear those shoes!
But make sure they lift you closer to heaven,
And don't make you bump into the ceiling that is hell!

That you falsely are told,
Is just above!
When the staircase leads only below,
And to disappearing,
And yes! Losing those shoes!
That you can only take to heaven,
In the form of love! And justice!

Not the false perceptions of fallible idiocy!
Not allowed: high heeled shoes in hell!

In heaven perhaps!
Love! But not, love,
If you choose the sinful,
That wish you harm,

As but advantageous sinners want!

My Brilliant Saint

poem by Marc Aupiais

Stupidity! ~ Of the heart ~ At war!
We follow us hearts to doom, to doom!
We ought not ~to~ Trust evil, doom!
We ought not to turn to sinners' "sooth"!

We trust again~ Again~ The World!
Golden hours golden time!
We trust again! Again The World!

But Saints and Angels stand Aghast at our sins,
But Saints and Angels! Do not abandon us!

They pray instead on the mountaintops!
On the Distances! On city tops!

And though I foolishness Trust the World,
But a Moment! And It's Proved once again false!

Angel, Protector, Beautiful Saint(s)!

I Pray to Thee,
Three, Free my chains!
Undo my yoke to darkness, Forfeit my sins,
Forget my promises, In Darkest's Dark!
Stop my deception,
Let Lady Lust die!
Stop my foolhardy Heart!
Replace it with one, whiter than
White Rivers' Silt!
And Salt, and Snow,
And the White of my shocked face.

As again the Faith is Proved truth and truth!

Protect Me Angels! Protect Me Saints!
From deception, the woman's evil white gloved hand!

that circles her fingers, and draws in men,
Servant of Hades, Servant of Hell, who deceives all men!
Right unto the grave! Grave Time! When she ceases her game!
Or when her truth, or all truth revealed!

Protect me! Angel;s! Protect me Saint;s!
All Catholic Guardians!
Sift through my soul!
And destroy my wrong!
A New Heart and Soul! Create!

The broken sun hath set, upon the greyest skies of blackest night sky

Poem by Marc Evan Aupiais

The sun! Still! Broken!
I stare! Concerned!
Will it set! Will it seem!
But it stands! Guarding!
It will not release!
Or allow darkness!
Which spills from my chalice!
Upon the hard, dark, brown, black earth!

Ashen clouds! Serenade the sun!
Darkness pledges!
Unity and some!

And the dark! Broken sun!
Flickers!
And disappears,
Red as my rushing artery blood!

And darkness covers every sky!
Even where the sun is up!

And the last sun does set before my eyes!
As in the background!
A grandmother clock, does tick, tick. Tick.

And then, like cardiac arrest,
Silence!

And then dawn!
When no sun does rise,
Nothing will ever again set!

Joy! Overtake me! Let's make the truth set!

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Joy is yellow! Orange on the burning of the night breeze!

Joy is vibrations! My soul!
Screams! Squeals, Giggles!
With vibrations of happiness extremes!

Oh! Joy! How orange!
Now honeycomb!
And joy! You full me!
You saturate, inebriates!
My veins, arteries,
And side roads to everything that does truly,
My soul now please!

Joy! Oh! Joy!
For I have taken then world!
And placed it as a stone!
In front of a tomb grave!
And it was removed!

Joy! Christian soldier!
In everything!

Seeking... In the blackness of day

Poem by Marc Aupiais

The Priest he said... Be aware!
And I was! I sense God everywhere!
I sensed him in the wind,
The cool night breeze!
In the trees! They rustle and tan green leaves!

In the combustion of the car's engine!
As it rushed past me!
Full of pollution!

I sensed God in my knees;
Aching from kneeling!
And in the pretty girl I met!
Also confessing!

I sensed God is grey black once tar, upon the sky!
A painter's ashen,
Crucified brush!
And in my cold hands and face!
In the wind of a breeze!

I sensed him as the breeze did storm;
And grey clouds,
Covered! Storm!
Storm! Overtake!

As sunset skies,
Orange red!
Redeeming! Darkness!
That is! Water! Blood!
Divine!

And I smile! I am overjoyed!
With my friendly lover upon air and skies!

Poem by Marc Aupiais

My life! My life! My life! Is
mine alone! I lift it up! I
lay it down! It is not yours
to take! It is mine!
My life! Alone! And
God's!

My life! Love!
No longer do I protect;
So especially! That I may!
Only ever die for you! Love!
It is my life now!
My risks to take!

You have passed on me!
And my life is mine!

What is mine:
My life!
My body!
My mind!
My soul!

I take back from you love;
They are all God's alone!
God's alone! They are!
My life:

Mine!

Dearest love, be gone, even dead, storm winds, blow away you, instead!

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Dearest love, be gone, even dead, storm winds, blow away you, instead!

And as you, in darkness: tread,
Do not neglect;
The pool to miss, as you
throw the ducks your bread!

May you be dead;
In my Heart;
My Muse;
In my Mind;
Now, and forever,
It is, Amen!

As forward I move!
From the night!
To the dear, dear, dear light!
As around me birds fly:
Before the deadly storm,

Like a rat, abandon ship,
As you did; long past 12!
I have now, also said!

Death, to an American

Poem by Marc Aupiais

They insist!
Upon their human rights!
As long as they serve their human interests,
Not saving human lives!

They teach us morals ...
Of sorts,
And are anti-heroes!
Any wise parent is quick to oppose!
And with evil: them appose!

On the Television set...
In magazines, and multi-colour printing spread!

Enemies to all!
Especially in their death!

"Death to America",
Such an easy phrase,
Wolf's bane! ...that kills all but not them!
Bane to the world!
911 call the world Police!

And as another American dies,
All mourn!
Ignoring the thousands of the rest of us!
For the Celebrities!
The wrongly celebrated fews!
As the rest full cassettes, caskets and pews!

And write fan letters,
A million, billion tweets!
And Facebook treats!

For members of this Army,
World Police!
As bit by bit our cultures die!
And all that was deep in the world,
Is replaced by false truths!
Filmstrip thin!

As all, worship!
These! Our world police!

And indeed: "Death to America";
Is the words of worship, of praise!
An acknowledgement to slavery!
To jealousy,
Green as Al Qaeda steam!

No! World Police,
Our service is to God,
Not their God,
The real one!

Dearest loves!
Ignore America, please!

Do not mimic, or worship them,
Or their mass destruction weapons, please!

We must be better!
You must now, must now,
What we see, see!

And ignore the juggernaut,
The death bringer,
In so many orphaned lives!

This is what not, ignoring,
America achieves!

Truths.. Impracticable..

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Swirling waves, breaking sways!
Once you were my centre;
But the centre would not hold!
There are Dreams we'll never achieve! And people we must forever forsake!

Evermore! I walk in dusk!
Apart from you! Dearest Moon Goddess,
My night!
And Upon The Diety Of the Universe!
I leave my Card, and Trust!
In God alone!
The perpetual Lion!
Who helps and Destroys!
All who Ever Live!