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Dustin Brian Heath

The November Featured Poet is Dustin Brian Heath

Please feel free to email Dustin at brianheath21@yahoo.com

DB Heath

PAZUZU’S RAGE

Camouflaged vision through a sand cloud
Where dust-devils trap and suffocate,
As the tormentors of storms run proud
The thunder roars as the skies undress
Revealing their heartless and deadly mate,
Lashing its whips of lightening to impress;
The tornado of bondage and damaging tears.
Through hail and debris it weeps in painful joy
As the surface cracks with horrid fears;
Its unwanted children angrily awake.
Quivers of the unloved destroy
Amidst the embodiment of the earthquake.

Where the floods never drain
The family of the storms reside
As the eyes of the stars continue to rain,
Nothing but death and despair is known,
Where the beasts under the weather collide
No dryness of the sun is shown.

Candles are lit for Nazareth’s resurrection,
It is the only light that passes through,
God and this land have no connection
Where nature’s termination is due.

Among the slaves of the wind and wreckage
Stands the master of their deadly motions,
Spreading his locusts with a message
Of famine and damaging rampage
With all its sinful commotions
In the outskirts of Pazuzu’s rage.

THE CURSED JUNGLE

The buttresses of nightmares whisper lamentations through the wind
In the dominion of shady malevolence and poisonous predators
Where blood drenched savages with sharpened daggers ascend;
Rising from graves of devilry they march like furious rioters.
Beyond a lizard’s eye the cursed jungle wallows in fear
As the Gabon viper raises its fangs like Nosferatu’s lust
Among hideous totems damaged by rain and spears
In the slithering chaos of evil and haunted disgust.

Black scorpions crawl upon the entities of a murderous tribe
Ignited from flames of a slaved witch’s persecution,
The wicked spell of renounced darkness is described
In the spilled blood and spreading venom of retribution.
Doomed travelers become victims in this web of death;
Trapped prisoners in the violent moist of Hell’s breath.

CARCASS HILLS

Blood is splattered amongst the soil of lifeless trees
Where the remains of the dead reside
In the swarm of flies and thirsty fleas,
Ravens flock among the scattered crucifixions
Gnawing at flesh and bone as they stride
Upon the crosses of horrid afflictions.

The bodies stand drenched in blood
Baring the nails of death’s restriction,
Through these hills of visceral mud
Lurks the nightmares of malediction.

In this land of murder and sacrilege
Bullets are scattered upon the terrain
Beyond the horrors near the Red Gorge Bridge,
Beyond the vermin's that infest this godless place,
Beyond the warlock that cast his evil reign
Amongst surroundings of a gruesome disgrace.

In the Carcass Hills lies the mysteries of the vile
Through every blood-soaked and ghastly mile.

D.B. Heath is a writer that enjoys the dark and surreal worlds of imagination. His work has been published in several anthologies. While creating many stories and poems during his spare time he enjoys listening to music and playing sports. He lives in the rural lands of Lizella, Georgia with his wife and two cats.