Distilling on the water’s descent
Reflector of seismic vibration
Wavelet whispers amalgamate
Underneath the expanse of life

Present death demands security
The result of circumspect happiness
Opening doors that never lock
Bludgeoned by miscellany liquidation

Corrugated textures spread over the heart
Guiding a flow to the shivering soul
Setting aside the hymns that preach goodness
Distracted by the verses demanding guilt

Away from the kingdom of seldom wisdom
Truth is used as a survival tool against the fools
At the end of all your worry is the bottomless pit
Where you place the vessel and bury mortal morals

Hank Stellae 9.11.22

[Latin-“CAEDO DEI”-The slay of God]

The strands that remain
Wither by a thread
Before coming undone
A sudden sadness
The shadow in the blackness
Cold cryptic darkness
Nestles in the crevice
Deep within the core
Buoyancy grows in disposition
Abducted by the spirits

The ones who follow him
The ones I’ve taken

Who are ever longing death
Even after they pass
Inhale their rotten breath
Summoning a mystery
Along with their misery
Chanting is empty and hollow
A grueling moment of silence
Before chaos embraces reality
Exorcism of asceticism
The slay of God

The ones who follow him
The ones I’ve taken

Hank Stellae 9.15.22

When I woke
My soul was solus
Desolate conduit
An empty pore
Where my aura lay before
Barricaded postulation
Empirical premonition
Harking with no incentive
My spirit has abandoned me
Centuries roaming
In the darkest nothing
Exploring the dross

Seeking existence
& existing to seek
Withering away in patience
Until I hear my center speak
As a whole I have departed
End this eternal search
In this void I stalk impetus
For this new pneuma I pursue

Hank Stellae 9-17-22

In the umbra of existence
Infected religious chronicles
Advance positions of progress
Where the future tapers
And the present begins
Stygian conquest
The compass adrift
Disoriented vitals
Tenebrosity seeping
Unabridged it flows
Masquerade in the shade
Of the heaven’s facade
Deception disguised
Dying pose of a martyr
Witnesses of faith
Broken bones of contention
Septic prayers
Fecal fracas
Vermilion Vermin feast
Miniature minions of the beast
Swim in the immortal blood!

Totem of nefarious faces
Corpse painted in ichor

Hank Stellae 9.15.22

Strange as often
The blind can see
Discretely in a coffin
An absence unto me

A scent remembers when
I can see the candles burning
How long has it been
With my flesh in the soil churning?

In their lonesome ears
Whisper of ancient poetry
Taste the blood in their tears
Then erase them violently

I embrace your longing
The ever lingering yearning
Nowhere is belonging
To where we are returning

Hank Stellae 9.19.22

I stumbled eternally through the hallways of veils
In between the torture was the fruit of death
I gladly took a bite of its poisoness splendor
Quenching my thirst to relive the past
Through my many vessels, various moments
Abundant rituals and precious torture…
Relaxing on an Iron chair
I Perch the Judas cradle full
Removed from the pillory
To sauna in the brazen bull
Suggest the breast ripper
Solace lead sprinkler
Molten metal terror slaughter
Curl up with the scavenger’s daughter
Spanish tickler satisfies the itch
Can’t reach in this shrew’s fiddle
Tongue tear’s a perfect fit
Heretic fork in the middle

Ducking stool hydrates the soul
To quote a spell in every language
Broken wings on the Breaking wheel

To cherish the perish with pears of anguish

Hank Stellae 9-20-22

Delicately decimate
All corporeal oppose
Fragments of reality
Are yours to dispose

Expose the skeletal
That puppets the skin
Moonlit silhouette
The night’s skeleton

Moisture of the dew
Soaks with bare hate
Description hostile
Impossible to delineate

Colder days are coming
Autumn’s taking hold
Green life shivers & withers
Turning leaves to gold

The earth dances nude
Shivering from its breath
Naked branches wave
From their grave of seasonal death

Hank Stellae 9-21-22