Encantare Maledictum

A requiem in verse. A cathedral built of grief, ruin, and devotion. https://encantare.gumroad.com/l/maledictum

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Heart of Wax

Original Poetry and Composition

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Parlous Position

From my dark poetry collection

With original music

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Silent Scream Queen

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Mirror Man

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(An offering from the Cathedral)

— Encantare Maledictum / Mal’s Verse

Black Skies

Look straight ahead—don't let your thoughts wander Shut your advertent eyes—keep up with your herd of lies You're prone to scroll on your phone, while burning children lie prone Lie in bed with the lies in your head Dying words won't work on the dead

Dogmatic disciple deceived by desperate devotees Empathetic to the cause of one while many suffer because of one Orwellian fiction feels like clothes that have been lived in

An online colosseum cheering for treason Put my words in chains and throw them in a bunker for free thinkers Guarded by conformists whose thoughts lie at the Four Seasons March on little soldier—lace up your party dress for a cocktail party with McCarthy

Embalmed into an art piece A sacrifice for the sanctified who thinks they're on the right Jumping out of the 13th floor logical window to wash their skin clean with the tears of a nympho Dance on the grave of martyrs who pose as fire starters— a dollar store costume for a dollar store philosopher Blood on the streets, blood in the sheets Murdered in my sleep by Big Brother's Big Brother— on the ass end of an assassination to save damnation

Damned if you do, damned if you don't Damned if you don't give a damn when they start to revolt Your mask of civility hides your face of hostility— animalistic eyes run red with redrum Running for cover in a cover up—filed away for a rainy day, to be forgotten until the forgotten decay

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(An offering from the Cathedral)

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Lipstick Letters

Withering flowers stuck in a perpetual motion machine A motion picture of crystalline chrysanthemums

Shot by weeping bells with sliver spells and colds hands clenching barbed wire

Salt my wounds while you salt your glass in your apathetic autobiography

Lipstick letters at the bottom of the trash decaying like putrid flesh

Stricken from the pages of my history book and ignited by burning passion

Wide eyes and skin ablaze as cockroaches crawl up the back of my skull

Laying eggs in the soft tissue between my ears that hatch breakaway thoughts—braking for a head-on collision with a broken heart

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(An offering from the Cathedral)

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Helping Hands

The monster and I are one in the same Lab created, lab medicated, a labyrinthian brain A Sarah Tonin surprise for the goblin king's lies A magic dance in a crystal globe that snows on my heart when shaken and thrown

You shriek at the monster I shriek at me, too The worms in my throat are choking me blue

Anxious thoughts fill my lungs with water A public drowning, a public slaughter Forced into hiding where I'm writing my horror

Black crows and night skies painted on my postcard Eric Draven, Disintegration, and a Mary Shelley assimilation Upside down crosses, half-moons, and losses

A bounty for a lost mind, a death warrant signed Helping Hands declined

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(An offering from the Cathedral)

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Mosaic

Specks of silver and gold paint a joker’s smile on a heartless sky. Half-heartedly lighting up for a consultation with constellations.

The pigment of dying shapes filled with the figment of my imagination.

A standing ovation for self-deprecation.

A mind’s eye on mind-numbing medication, mindlessly riding a wave of stigmatization.

A stream of scarlet flows free in my stream of consciousness— unconscious thoughts held in the palm of my hands on Palm Sunday.

Black nails dig in and scratch my back with my back against the wall. Backwards-breathing underwater under a black and white picture.

Framed and hung on the wall of insidious dignitaries in powdered wigs— powdering their noses in a back-alley bar with a barrel of monkeys.

Shot point blank with a double-barrel shotgun of poignant philanthropism. Baptized under the guise of a means to my demise.

A cultural relevance feeding a machine of malevolence— mass-produced pop stars mass producing pop scars.

Scarred for my life with a star-studded knife, caught in a spider’s web with a spider’s wife.

Maladaptive misanthropes chasing misfortune and fame.

What’s your name?

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An Evening in Ecstasy

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Introducing the fully realized cover for my dark poetry collection Encantare Maledictum ©.

I lacked the artistic ability bring my vision to life and sought out someone with capable hands to do so.

While perusing a vast display of talent online, I came across an exceptionally skilled artist under the name of Cosmic Flame Studio. I inquired to see if he was interested in reworking my design, and after getting the vibe of my book, he agreed.

He did a complete sketch in his style, then added all the gorgeous detail and color afterwards, while keeping me informed throughout the entire process.

I'm more than ecstatic with the final product and would work with him again in a heartbeat.

You can follow him here:

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My dark poetry collection can be downloaded entirely for free at https://encantare.gumroad.com/l/maledictum, not because I think it lacks value, but because it's a piece of my soul timestamped in blood, sweat, and ink, and I want you to have it.

I have no plans to publish with a soulless megacorporation that diminishes artists and their artistry.

Thank you for all your support.

-Seth

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Sweet nothings from the void ~

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(Echoes of the Cathedral)

As always with these, here's an original composition and an excerpt from "An Evening In Ecstasy". Piece number 23 in my dark poetry collection #encantaremaledictum.

I have so much making these videos. Using music as another creative outlet to invoke mood, atmosphere, and bring words trapped between pages into a multimedia experience for you.

This is one of my favorites as of yet.

Please enjoy.

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50 posts!

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(An offering from the Cathedral)

Loose Tongues. Loose Lungs.

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Cytotoxic Sandpaper

Barely treading water in a sea of whispers too faint to hear— a feint smile painting the sky flat in an aurora of ouroboros.

Licked by loose tongues, salivating at the signal flare of my synapses.

Obliged to abide to my shifty eyes, under the table of a head-hunting label— a grotesque fable.

A straight-jacket for stray bullets.

Exit wounds, left exiting the womb, right side down in my existing tomb.

Hopeful thoughts wind me up— dancing to the melancholic drone of cytotoxic sandpaper, polishing off my fragmented pieces of light into ornate occlusion.

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(Whispers of the Cathedral)