H. B. Damon

I am the Lord of Dark Delusions and I welcome you to the dungeon! My screen name is Nomad and I challenge you to explore the darkest recesses of your soul, will it survive the blinding light of the truth, or crumble under the pressure of not fitting in? Any body can write what is main stream poetry but the true challenge is to dive head first into the deep end of your soul and write about something that makes your body tingle with fear, excitement, lust or a mixture of other feelings that are so crucial to our very existence as human beings. I simply refuse to follow the ideals of mainstream society and the classes created to properly place people where they supposedly belong. Just because I am clean cut and wear dress clothes to work each day helping to manage a multi-million dollar business doesn�t mean I don�t listen to heavy metal music, adorn my body with tattoos and wish that I was a rock star. LOL in all seriousness I firmly believe in the need to challenge myself within my writing, listening to feedback either criticism or praise and learning from it, what doesn�t kill me only makes me stronger. Belonging to this exclusive group of writers continually challenges me to become the best I can be and I consider all the members of the Black Rose Poets Society to be close personal friends even though I have never actually meet them in person. Free thinking without limitations and looking at the world through a different prism, pushing our creative writings to the limit and beyond, are just a few of my favorite things. If you are scared you may hold my hand (if you dare) and I will take you for a tour on the dark side of poetry.

P.S. Patty Hearshey where ever you are I thank you for pushing me all those years ago in my Junior Year English Composition, and for not using that damn red pen.

LORD OF DARK DELUSIONS

I am a godless entity cursed to forever roam
Taking out my vengeance on the weak
Simple minded fools that populate my memories
I am the Lord of Dark Delusions

Showing a mother her dead child in a dream
Slaughtered before her eyes
Watch as she cries and moans in her sleep
I am the Lord of Dark Delusions

Watching as the Father prays for mercy
While I cause hallucinations of grandeur
And destroy his dreams and wishes
I am the Lord of Dark Delusions

Showing the gleaming blade to the suicidal child
Laughing as he cuts his veins and life blood pours
Feeding off of his fear as he realizes he is going to die
I am the Lord of Dark Delusions

Hand in hand with the Queen of the Damned
Walking the earth bringing fear and torment
Fulfilling the need to darken another day
For I am the Lord of Dark Delusions

H. B. Damon (c) 2007

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PANTHEON OF SIN

Diamonds of sweat hang briefly in the air as time stands still and the rift is opened
Unleashing a Hellish deluge of gratifyingly impure thoughts from the Pantheon of Sin
Only a brief flicker in the light of the candle burning in the sconce above their heads
Heralds the arrival of the change in thoughts from sexual interest to unadulterated lust
The pearls of sweat begin their fall once more only to land upon the breast of the woman
Slowly mixing with her own while it trickles down the contours of her body to the sheets

Slowly the beast within begins to gain control pulling the strings of sanity one by one
Until the reigns of power over the mind are firmly within its calloused iron grasp
With whip in hand lashing at the last remnants of thought control the mind slowly gives way
The beast smiles as it now it has complete and total control over both bodies

With each flick of a finger something happens like puppets on a marionette sideshow
Turning this act of supposedly pure love into a pornographic episode of grandiose proportions

Pulling from an eternity of knowledge feed into the Pantheon of Sin the beast plays
Enticing his libido like the carrot before the horse pulling a cart he is led onwards
A stroke of the breast, a suckling upon the neck, the ebb and flow of the bodies
Fingernails grazing down the back as climax is screamingly reached

Diamonds of sweat hang briefly in the air as time stands still and the rift is reopened
Sucking the Hellish deluge of impure thoughts back to the Pantheon of Sin
The candle light barely flickering in the sconce above their heads marks the time past in hours
The pearls of sweat once again continue their decent landing upon exhausted bodies
Reeling in emotional upheaval neither having experienced the total abandon and wanton lust
Created by the beast who rules the carnal knowledge within the Pantheon of Sin

H. B. Damon (c) 2010

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LITTLE, LOST, LOVED

If you will return to me
If you will remember me
Never to forget
Never to stay afar
Can you see me within this house of glass
That a thrown stone will soon destroy

I want you to come
I want you to remember
Please don�t lose the memories
Please don�t stay away
I see you every night within the swirling mists of your dreams
That the rising sun will quickly burn away

If you come be it not for pity
For I shall turn away and never look back

If you remember be it not for sympathy
I require non of that for I wallow in my own deep pool of it

If you forget be it for true love
For I once was loved but now am lost

If you stay afar never looking back be it for reasons of epic proportions
For I shall not be able to change that

I am on display for the world to see, my photos posted on every milk carton within the city,
For I once was living, loved and well cared for until Mommy took it all away,
Blaming it on the black man who was never there to point a gun in her face,
She couldn�t compete with me for my Daddies love, truth be told.
Daddy please remember me, I love you

H. B. Damon (c) 2010

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"I am the Lord of Dark Delusions."