Stellae – Wicket – 07 Mulch

A deep step into a hidden realm
Sealing of unfathomable diversity
Unfortunate abundance proportioned
Pleasantly separated between worlds
The crust that covers the eyes
Passing life with distorted imagery
Asking for death before it has begun
Feasting on emptiness with full intestines
Digesting prayers into sacrilegious compost
Vomiting the ignorance from their Bible sucking holes
And all the while the bile that compiles
Is a septic spat on the holy cross
Dark voices bright with malice
Entering an emptiness which feeds
Angry auras in the frozen sun
Cradle themselves to sleep
With cryptic screams of humanity
Upon the peak of view
A feeling starts peeling away
Or perhaps it’s decay

Hank Stellae
August 8, 2022
8-8-22

Stellae – Wicket – 06 Demented Penchant

Tremendous terror
In the mirror…
It’s you
Horrendous error
One to compare
Or two…
Empty feelings
Corpse congealing through
Tremendous terror
In the mirror…
It’s you

Disburden virgin
Urgent sacrifice
Satan’s surgeon
Clergy turned to ice
Vicious measures
Necro pleasure suffice
Idle idol
Homicidal device

Peel the flesh off
Expose the lifeless soul
Eat their hearts out
Leave a perfect hole
Then take their places
Remove their faces whole
The only trace is
What was tasted

Hank Stellae
September 10, 2022

Stellae – Wicket – 05 Unclean Serpentine

Inculpated nostalgia
Walloping crave
Visual impedimenta
Further on the grave
Nocturnal rehearsal
Night’s sight clear
A curse reversal
A hearse to steer

Unclean Serpentine

Entering silver winter
The sun’s turning grey
Sliver of a splinter
Causing life to decay
Frost crusted mortals
Left alone in the cold
Vacuum of the portals
Empty hearts to behold…

Unclean Serpentine

Eternal wind collapsing
Colliding with the skin
These hands that are grasping
Absorb all that’s within
Submerged in boiling oil
With a soul urging to scorch
Flames remaining loyal
Turmoil lit up the torch

Unclean Serpentine

Hank Stellae
September 6, 2022

Stellae – Wicket – 04 Avid Deluge

Early distractions
Obviously oblivious
Moon altering factors
Intention insidious
A sacred stroll down
Memory lane
Symbolic cycle
Misery & pain
The action of
Giving praise
Cryptic expansion
In distant days
Metaphorical
But precise
Torture tutorial
Slicing me twice

Summon variety
Invade like floods
Interval of society
Cascade of blood
Getting rid of torrid
Torrent’s current’s huge
Leaving sights horrid
From the avid deluge

Hank Stellae
8.28.22

Stellae – Wicket – 03 Thrutch

Ancestors volunteer their minds
Template assessment of brittle temples
Broken fringe starts to dominate
Thick slabs of rotten time dry out
Under the fierce solar temperatures
Cool water of the couloirs
Turns to glowing residue
A stream of steam to clean the ravine

An infernal gully steady in flux
An eternal secretion, emission of pain
With wisdom to gain, to drain decision
From the layers within the tomb
Resume to grasp such yielding frost
Once the hidden thaw renders its dismay

Hank Stellae 8.20.22

Stellae – Wicket – 02 Gibbous

Experience the darkness
Swim in the eclipse
Response is heartless
Frozen with a glimpse
Majesty of tragedy
Battered and astray
To die is their strategy
Disdained protégé

Forgetting the past
It has ran out of time
This isn’t your pass
Nor is it mine

Creatures of hatred
Poison the night
Moon shines unsacred
Raining toxic light
Minds rendered vacant
The knots are pulling tight
Feeble brains can’t take it
And slowly dying bright

Birth to death is fast
And all that it entwines
Stars take us at last
When they align

Through a socket
Bleeds the eyes
Rejection of the halo
Impale the skies
A slaughtering laughter
Of Demise
Torment in the after…
Liiiiiiiffffeeeee

Hank Stellae 8-18-22

Stellae – Wicket – 01 Ontogenesis

Waves limpid and rapid
Contrast of glass rabid
Spume at it’s prongs
Piercing the verge of Sea
Divulge, unveil
Mimic the echoes
When remembering this place
Cognitive reflections
Of this exact complexion
The perfect tint of air
Through the lunar glare
The latter of every hour

Existing only to lour sullen
Soften from relentless sun
Postponed to resuscitate
A blue tinge drying clear
Revealing life from within
The skin of the corpse’s cranium

Hank Stellae 8.11.22