Dark Valentine

Dark Valentine 

Nietzsche wept

While I slept

In my mother’s womb

Now in a tomb

So I can assume

To be able to resume

To subsume

And consume

Until I too enter the tomb

The philosopher weeps

Because humanity sleeps

An army of creeps

Misfits and dumb-bells

Hell’s belles, devil-may-cares

Who the hell dares

Amidst the snares

And tares

I climb the stairs

With fewer hairs

On my head

Or in a bed

I’m almost dead

So why should I wed

Gay life instead

Makes my face glow red

Embarrassment, harassment

I’ll sucker-punch the sucker

Who tries his lips to pucker

A silly mother-fucker

And maybe part-time trucker

Porn in the morn

With flakes of corn

My heart is torn

My love foresworn

In Second Life

I have a wife

Who gives me strife

And kids too

Pee-you

A chance I blew

For Sally and Sue

Who me they blew

Then flew

Memories too few

For me to construe

Or try to undo

With a little brew

My need for weed

Keeps me in seed

To write this screed

About human need

The magic of pot

Does help a lot

To put off the rot

Of this once tiny tot

Who turned to pot

And love besot

Then quickly forgot

She keeps few friends

And mostly ends

Or just pretends

Which really sends

Some studs to suds

But to me it offends

The deal must be real

For this schlemiel

To want to play

And even pay

A gal with heart

Who doesn’t fart

Knows her part

And my motor will start

Let Nietzsche sleep

While I weep

And make a clean sweep

Of love’s oceans deep

Forever to keep

My life a secret

A secret my life

Without a wife

And zero strife

Free-love the rule

That plays the fool

With every tool

And this here mule

This too shall pass

Out someone’s ass

Maybe a pretty lass

Who’ll be the last

Alive on Earth

Devoid of birth

The end of mirth

Just a long slow sorrow

For the lost tomorrow

That will never cum

Out another bum

Rum-tum-tum

I’ll play death’s drum

And even hum

For the vast human sum

Not allowed to come

A death in life

A life in death

Nietzsche wept

And so do I

Horsemen ride by

This moral pig-sty

Of Goebbels’s Big Lie   

Religion’s the cause

And humanity should pause

As it claws

Its way back

From the godly attack

Give this devil his due

For the billions he slew

In the name of god

And moral rite

Minus insight

The wrong kind of right

That has no sight

A true moral blight

It makes black into white

Its power we should fight

And a message to it send

For it alone is this end

Apocalyptic

Charles Stephen Knause

02-14-2018

Mr. 666

The Devil's turd
Who attacked the Word
His life absurd
Part of a herd!

He called himself The Beast
And was least
In humanity
An inanity
Lacking even sanity
He was an utter profanity!

Sex-Magic his thing
Ring-a-ding-ding
Put his ass in a sling
But he would sing
And be rich as Bing
Living his life on the wing
Like an emperor of the Ming!

His bowels did lag
Cause he loved to shoot scag
Left his friends rag-tag
And his wife and old hag.

He thought he was a poet
But his life didn't show it!
A stinker through and through
Not a bit like me and you
His life a big PU
From which nothing did ensue
Except an infamous witches brew
That cooked him and his crew!
Thank the Devil they were so few
'Cause he offered nothing new
Other than getting into a big stew!
There was nothing else he could do!

You know his name.
He was quite tame.
Not a lion with mane,
Just more of the same!
He deserves full blame
For being a big zero
Like the Roman emperor Nero!
The complete anti-hero!

Mr. 666
Put himself in a fix
There on the River Styx
Cerberus' dick he licks!
Just for kicks
Hillbillies and hicks
Would be his picks!

Allester  Crowley
Makes ones skin all crawley
Called himself The Beast
On which we should feast?
The meat on his thigh
Might get you high!
In the sweet bye and bye
He lets out a sigh
From his moral pig-sty!
He just wants to cry
A million years of tears
Stoked with burning fears!
As the future nears
He disappears.
Lost to the ages
Overcummed by the sages
Who worked for their wages
Turning the bitter pages
Of humanity's story
In full glory
That was ever gory
Eons so hoary.

An Eternity of Days
Rife with our ways
And many past by-ways
That today are major highways.

Life on the mend
May it never end!
Heaven and Earth
Were meant for mirth
As much as for sorrow
From which we can borrow
A Will to survive
That will always revive
And help us thrive
In the human beehive
Civilization without a nation
But always on station.
The heavens
Our havens
The stars look on-
Winkin', blinkin', and nod
And that angry old sod
Who shot his load
Turned into a toad
And to the heavens rode.
May that be his final abode.

There by that same sounding star sea
May there be a home for me
And we and thee
And me in thee.

Forever free
A Holy See
There by that great sounding sea
My Annabelle Lee and me.


Charles Stephen Knause
01-03-2016 .