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THE INSECT KING

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Horns by JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN

This is the land of perversion,

Ruled by the Insect King,

Who flies the flag of black and white,

Creating color in the world where,

There is none.

You are blind, blind to everything, But he makes the bug

Move in your bowels.

by Jeremiah Kauffman   October, 2004

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IN MEMORIAM

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A Place Called Here

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M-Heads by JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN

I once dreamt of a place called here,

But only when it, the dream,

Came to cease,

Did I realize that in this Dreamworld was the only place,

Where I had ever been.

by Jeremiah Kauffman   May, 2005

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IN MEMORIAM

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Samael I Am

 

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Orpheus Blackened By The Winds Of Hell  by JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN

Into great prisons filled with human beings,

Homes to great unspeakable acts,

Three times in pleasure,

Three times in pain,

And rotten to the heart.

I am sent the ideas from the One who died in vain,

And vanity takes my soul.

I am drawn backward into a moment which does not exist.

I am Death.

I make quite the congregation of liars.

I smooth the cracks of time.

I water the fields

I invent your name.

Always the same.

Samael I am.

by Jeremiah Kauffman     April, 2008

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IN MEMORIAM

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STORMS

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IN MEMORIAM- THIS STORY IS FOR MY BELOVED CHILD, JEREMIAH!

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There is a world that is beset by destructive storms. They happen anytime and anywhere. They are monstrous storms which last for days and destroy whatever is in their path, be it forests, mountains or cities. They are storms full of natural rage and violence. The wretched and bewildered people that live under this continual torment are constantly fleeing for their lives and rebuilding their homes. They can never find rest!

The cause of the storms is a massive sphere made of fiery crystal with an inner core of cold, black rock. A sinister and unlucky gift from the heavens. It swiftly and haphazardly travels through the world’s sky and no one knows when it will strike it’s crushing blows on the helpless people that cringe and cower below it. When it comes to a place, it stops and begins to draw energy from the surrounding atmosphere and transforms itself into a huge, extremely violent and destructive storm that lasts for days until it is spent and then moves on. It is an unthinking entity of monumental power.

From the sky comes a magnificent white steed with white wings. She goes to the storm that is raging above a large city. Her rider is a beautiful young man in white robes who wears a crown, sword and necklace of gold. He holds a strange and fragrant flower next to his heart. The young man soars on his stalwart steed through the torrential rains and harsh, strong winds to the swirling sphere. The fearful and despairing people look up into the sky and see the young man. They are amazed at his daring and bravery. He brandishes his shining sword of gold which is engraved with many strange and ancient symbols and proceeds to ride directly next to the howling sphere. He swings his sword and strikes a fierce blow upon the sphere. There is a thunderous, almost deafening sound and an explosion of blazing light. And the evil sphere soars off the world with great speed into the depths of space- never to return!

The sky clears into a heavenly blue and the bright sun comes out in a glory of golden, warm light. The people dance and sing in a celebration of pure joy and happiness for now they are free to build their world and live their lives in peace. The young man smiles to see their happiness. They cheer the young man and thank him most heartily for his wonderful gift. They bid him a fond farewell as he soars off into space to continue on his journeys within his many new and beautiful worlds of wonder, always!

JEREMIAH, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU AND PROTECT YOU FROM THE VEILS OF THIS WORLD!!!

To view more of Jeremiah’s art and writing go to: jeremiahkauffman.deviantart.com

Thank You!

 

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MY SPIDER

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Banga  by Jeremiah Kauffman

My spider is like my heart,

This little piece of life that keeps me alive

Even though I don’t really know

How to speak it’s language Or understand it’s thoughts.

And together we will find freedom!

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IN MEMORIAM

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