Multipul Personality Wolf

[Lassander Hinunter]

This is where I shall be posting all of my poetry.
However before I do I would like to introduce you to the personas that inspire the things I write. So here I go.

Keaal Ar'Tok- He is the essence of my dark side. Not my angry side mind you, but the side of me that likes to manipulate and seduce. When he takes over I can talk most people into just about anything... my lover Lilith will attest to what she has seen occur when the "Incubus" possesses me. Yes. Keaal is a Incubus, a demon of sex and lust.

Smetz Varricchio- I originally thought that all of my poetry came from this side of me, but after awhile I found this assumption to be wrong. This is my gay side. Smetz is arrogant... ok thats a mistatement, hes an asshole. He is a sexist prick really, and is not a side that I enjoy. But he is very artistic, and very intelligent.

Stephen Hinunter- This was my original persona. Strong, couragous, and the brother of my primary side, Lassander. He always tries to do whats right, even if it requires dark ways to get it. He rarely inspires poetry from me, but sometimes it comes out.

Podpolkovnik (Luitenant) Lassander Hinunter- This is my political side, and my primary mindset. Lassander is not only a very caring and loving person, but also naive and willing to trust anything. He writes mostly pro-red poetry about one thing or another. A revolutionist and debater, he loves to just sit and listen.

Faol Seabhac- This is my rage and my anger all thrown into one. This persona actually came out one night when I was reallyreally drunk for about ten seconds a long time ago. I am glad it was only once. And hopefully it was locked up. All the horrible and destructive things that humans can do, within me, is this persona. Again, not a lot of poetry comes from this side.


So thats all I can think of at this moment. But all of my poetry will be credited to one of these names.

[Lassander Hinunter]

Calm yourself, see through your eyes
Can you see any bothersome figures?
If something resists, count on war.
War of something brighter then focus.
Scanning the darkness of freedom.
The ignorance of complacency
The anger building within me
Angels be damned, and Titans squashed
Vanity, the vexing aptitude of something
Gods! Fools they be for this
See this now, my mind.
You can't take it can you?
For one reason that all cannot see
I am Fel.

-Keaal Ar'Tok


Sweetness upon the lips of life
Conclusive decisions sweeping through
Through what? Slopes of light
Shadows with meaning and matter...
Matter, stuff we hold so dear.
The thing that keeps us in reality
And that! That is our weakness!
The thought that nothing else is real
That the intangible has no affect
That what we can't see, is not felt.

-Smetz Varricchio

[Lassander Hinunter]

Sleep now pet, caressed by silk and fine leather
Awake to pain and wish for welts and pleasure
Feel my love, and worship my open mind
You do all I ask and only contentment shall you find
Shiver as I caress your smooth skin
Moan out as we delve into taboo and dark sin
Keep up the pace, do not falter in service
Soon you shall be mine, not some young novice
Slip off those barriers you call clothes and climb in
Raise your eyes, cheeks blushing, with finger under your chin
As I lean down to kiss your delicious lips
Another intimate moan from your throat doth slips
-Keaal Ar'Tok

Surrounded bedside by followers of faith
Keeping reigns of doubt shackled to my fate
Sliding amongst false hope and false love
Kings do not need this pain of accusations
The do not need the sight of pointing fingers
Poisoned cup I lay upon your stuttering greed
Salute the mirror, showing you a visage of God
Pray now to the soil that gave life from void
But why listen to a dying man? Soil soon he will be
Wise, old, frail and undiluted with unkempt vision
Slip a tear, let it grace upon your cheek
But keep strong in your forlorn and muddled mind
-Lassander Hinunter

[Lilith_Alu]

I love your poetry...its all so wonderful, it makes me inspired to write more...and yes I can attest to of having seen Lassander's incubus side...Both times I've seen it it was too my delight :D

[Sweet Pea the Malamute]

Hi Lassander........that's very interesting how you've generated that series of poems, all from different personas of the same 'self'. Hope to see more, and will have to consider this as a new 'format'.....not to steal the idea, of course! :)

I'm a big fan of Anne Sexton, who killed herself in the 1970s. She had two Dalmations she was very fond of, and I was thinking of writing a poem about Anne Sexton's death from the point of view of her dogs.

Oddly enough, she gave her final reading here in Baltimore, drove home to New England, and gassed herself in the garage. They have a recording of her reading on that final night here at Goucher college in special collections that I plan to go listen to somedasy. So sad she didn't live to write and give more.

SP

[Lassander Hinunter]

Thank you both for commenting. I really really like it when I know people are actually reading this.

Please keep em coming. Here are a couple more.

Seeking truth every so often
A new direction keeping fresh
Making us split decisions of two
Two lesser evils, a matter of opinion
Left or right, left or right
This quest for our new zealotry
What that seeks our hearts
And only needs that love for a short time
Before that assumption of power is taken
And the people lose faith in themselves
And all of those around them

-Lassander Hinunter

Consumption of our truths
Hungry for seething hatred, needing it
We crave that feeling, paining for it
Keeping the something of ourselves
But not knowing what it is for
Jesting and joking, laughing at torment
How funny it is? Whining ourselves
But then gleefully grinning at others
This keeps us sane in this world
But yet, is madness.

-Stephen Hinunter