Hell is Here to Stay

Hell is Here to Stay and other Poems

updated with audio files

Here are some poems that I like. The first four have been published, the last is unpublished. The first, fourth and fifth one were the product of dreams. God’s Confession was written after a night drinking in Bangkok. As some of you may have heard me say over the years, I don’t dream dreams I dream movies. The second and third I wrote while in college over 40 years ago, the last one I wrote last week.

Some of these poems may be offensive. So be it. If you are offended, please accept my apologies in advance but these are my nightmares not yours. You are entitled to believe whatever you want to believe or not believe and so am I. Obviously, these poems don’t reflect the views of any prior employers.

In any event, I have also posted these poems on All Poetry, Poetry Soup, Hello Poetry, Cosmosfunnel, Scriggler, Open Arts Forum, Poetry Magnum Opus, and Writing.com


Hell is Here to Stay published in Bad Nudes
Depressed Morbid Nights, published in Rosset Maleficarum
Early Morning Thoughts, published in Rosset Maleficarum
God’s confession, published in Otherwise Engaged
Morphing Images from a Hellish Nightmare, published on Scriggler

here are the audio files

Hell is Here to Stay

Hell is Here to Stay
The angel of the lord

Appeared on TV sets
All over the world

People woke up
Expecting to see
The usual suspects

Talking heads
Talking drivel
Talking trash

A stern visage
A stern old man
In a dark suit

He had a salt and pepper beard
And long, dark black hair

And piercing blue eyes
Staring out
From his stern face

The eyes
Piercing the soul
Of all who listened

The voice
Of the angel of the lord
Was like thunder

And all over the world
People tried to turn off
Their TV sets
To no avail

Twilight light Zone

The angel of the lord
Stopped swearing
And said

In a calm
Deadly voice

People of earth
You know the lord
By a billion names

I am his spokesman
We’ve realized
There is the age of the TV

And we must be able to reach
You directly

Before one or a million
Could understand

Now no one hears us
For you are convinced

We are dead
Washed up
A fraud

Frankly speaking
You all can go to hell

And an evil grin
Appears on his face
As he says

Can a fraud do this?

And outside
Thunder and lightening

A star comes down
And houses were blown away

And everyone was

The TV set
Was in the sky above

The voice of the angel
Of the lord

The end is near
And now

No more TV
No more booze

The rights to you
Have been sold

For to quote Frank Zappa
You are all assholes
You are all assholes

All of you
Little, mean little assholes

Let me introduce
My new business partner


Satan, also known
As the prince of darkness

God and Satan
Have agreed on a deal

A thousand year Reich
A thousand year of slavery
For you

My little human assholes
For your sins, your arrogance
Your foolish pride

After a thousand years
Of pure torture

We will return
To judge the living and the dead

Most of you will remain in hell
Some will be redeemed

And allowed into heaven
And now, back to your usual station

Welcome to hell
Satan said

And laughed and laughed and laughed
And the usual crimes resume
The usual lies and deceits and shames

For most people
It made no difference

They had been in hell
For centuries

For some
It mattered

The few decent people
Left on earth

Were condemned to join
The masses

For another thousand years
Of toil and misery

The bosses were happy
Satan appointed them
To continue to rule

But no strikes
No salaries
And as much abuse
As they could give out

And so, the world turns and turns
Following its way
Around the sun

And the sun
Turns and floats
Through space

And the end was here
And now

No one could tell
The difference anymore
Hell was here to stay

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Depressed Morbid Nights

One of these depressed, depraved, morbid nights
I shall awake to the God damned game of life

And sit under the graying light
Of the foolish full moon

And laminate upon my luminance
And chew up the garments of past lives

And cry my soul
But no one will hear the plight of my mind
On strike for better wages
And more love

Thus, I will sit, and think and dream
Dreams that no one ever before dreamt

It is so very lonely being a foolish lunatic
But then as I drink to oblivion
I begin to think

Of all those things that I have not experienced
And wonder with a vengeance

Why God hates me so
Or is it only an illusion?

When will I awake
Or do we just sit waiting for more beer
To cover up

The stench of putrid rotting flesh
Waiting for death to take us away

To the Cosmic garbage dump in the sky
Trying to communicate across a gap

That is light years’ long
And will never close

For man was not made to know
The real thoughts of another

Man was made to suffer, cry and wait
For the party in Hell afterwards

Shit, let’s us die and be done with it
Or live without our God damned dreams

Running our thoughts
Into pits of depraved madness

Early Morning Thoughts

Early in the midst of a chaotic frenzy
I caught the fragrance of her sweat grin
And my heart did a swirling spin
When I saw that vision of erotic delight

There I stood
Alone in a somehow too dismal room
Full of vibrant people
I knew not what to say

So, I spent that dismal day
Thinking dismal morbid thoughts of lugubrious doom
Thoughts what might happen that day
And what might have been if I had the courage to say Hello

Thus, it went
Years after ever melancholy year
Days after ever gloomy days
Nights of self-induced torture

Months of nightly rancid beer
There it went

I am sitting and thinking
Thoughts so gloomy
I still don’t know

Life belongs to the living
Not to the morbid mystic dreamers
Nor the poets dying

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God’s Confession

I was sitting along
In a god forsaken bar
Somewhere on the lunatic fringes
Of society

On the bad part of town
Over by railroad tracks
Heading to hell
As fast as I could drink it down

Enjoying my lonely drink
Drinking by my lonesome self

With my partners
Jimmy Dean, and the Walker brother
And his old Granddad

Just drinking and hanging
With the Jack Daniel’s gang

A crazed bum
With a thousand year stare
Walks up to me

He begins
Muttering to himself

Nutty nonsense
Crazy words
In a lunatic’s voice

He had the look
Of one possessed
By his own demons

That only he can see
Or hear

Possessed by a secret knowledge
Only he knew

Despite myself
I was fascinated
By this lunatic’s tale

So, I stopped him
And said

So, what’s your game

The short little dude
Stopped his insane prattle

Starting at me
With that thousand year old stare

Just another washed up

Too many drugs
Too many bad nights
On the wrong side of life

An acid causality from the 60’s
Went out so far
Down the LSD rabbit hole
Never came back

He looked at me
And proclaimed his story

He reared up
And filled up the room

And lifted the bar
On his finger

And stared down at me
From the sky

And said
Since you asked

I am God
The alpha and Omega
The real deal

The original dude of dudes
The sultan of Swing
God of hosts
And father of that Jesus dude

But no one knows me
Any more
No one cares

They think I am irrelevant
They think I am dead

They think I am a fairy tale
From some olden, ancient time

Some say I am dead
Others think I should be dead
That my work is done

I looked at him
Carefully now
And what did I see

An old man
With that lunatic look
But there was something else

He was crazy
Sure yes
But perhaps he was the real deal

I mean why not
Why would not God be
A lunatic wandering around loose

Talking to low lives like me
In a bar
On the way to hell

So, I looked at him
And invited him to share
His tale of woe

God tells me
Well, it’s like this

Many a year ago
People believed in me

But one day
They quit believing in me
And they went on without me

As they left me
My powers got weaker and weaker
And so eventually I became
What you see today

A broken down drunk
Hanging out
Looking for a hand out
Looking for some company
Or at least a free dinner

And he laughed and laughed
And I looked at him
And saw the beginnings of the end
And the ends of the beginnings

I saw a million planets
Flash by
A billion people
A trillion sentient beings

Thinking all at once
Thoughts filled my head
Lights flashed

And I knew
He was telling the truth

But it did not matter
In this day and age
Of materialism

God has no role
God is truly dead

And so, I bought him a drink
And walked out of the bar
Profoundly sadden by what I had seen

God was dead
And we had all conspired
To kill him

Long live God

Published in Otherwise Engaged, Vol 1 2018
link to amazon site can’t locate journal web site

Morphing Images from a Hellish Nightmare

Note: From a real nightmare End Note

I am in a room
Watching people all around me

Change into hideous creatures
Monsters from the deepest depths of hell

The Chief of them all
Wears a Trumpian mask

Completed with orange hair
Half human half pig

His deputy
Wears the face of Putin

But his body
Half human, half horse

The other creatures wear masks
Many of them wear
Green Pepe the alt right
Symbolic frog masks

And have T shirts
Bearing alt right slogans
And Nazi symbols

And as they prance about
They chant alt. Right slogans
And neo Nazi chants
Jews with Not Replace us

And the rest of these creatures
Are hideous ugly beasts
With only a vestige of humanity left

And these monsters are engaged
In all sorts of foul evil deeds

Murder violence death
All around

And none-stop
violent drug fueled orgies
As these creatures

Half human half monsters
Half male, half female creatures

Snort coke, cocaine, speed
Smoke weed and drink vodka shots
Scotch, bourbon and beer

The Trumpian Pig leads the charge
Starts engaging in sodomy with Putin
Who chases after people
Cutting off their heads with his sword

They turn on to their fellow creatures
Raping and fucking each other
All night long

Then they attack me
Jews will not replace us

And I wake up

As the sun comes up
Just another nightmare

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The End

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