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Something evil this way comes
Sure as the rising of the Son
A single heart left to bleed
A lost soul with a dying need
When love proves it doesn’t care
In creeps darkness and despair
Angry voices from deep with-in
Scream I’m a fool once again
I now make my soul like a cave
It’s the darkness that I now crave
Around my heart I shall build a moat
With blood sacrifices unto the goat
Deep in darkness as a soul can be
Father of darkness come feed on me
She destroyed the love in my soul
I do pray that hate fills up the hole
Troubled souls with hallow voices
In this life we all make choices
My choices have left me degraded
I now hate the person I created
Into darkness away from the Son
Something evil this way comes
Yea, I posted this for Deborah's contest.
Believe it or not this is who i used to
be. Poetry is a truly amazing tool when
it comes to change, it transformed this
into the man I am. All I can say about
that, "Praise be the Power of God".
In my quest of life sublime
I face a mountain I must climb
There dwells up inside of me
A growing amount of hostility
My anger is growing day by day
Regardless of the prayers I pray
Like two grinding tectonic plates
One is love and the other is hate
As the plates slowly grind away
Price of hate my love must pay
Like a beautiful exotic dance
Hate is held in dark romance
Like a lone mountain flower
Love shall hold mystic power
The two sides of a single face
Only one can rule this place
Off to hell fallen angels go
Is this the fate of my soul?
Is the meaning of this rhyme?
Bound by the hands of time
For all to hear and all to see
Love and hate each dwell in me
Love and hate each have their goal
I wonder, which shall win my soul
~ SLAP the POET ~
First, you come to splat my baby SKAT!
Now I'm gonna give you a slap like this and that.
You call yourself, Doc the Poet & Notorious FLIRT.
OUCH! Doc, being you must really hurt.
Thank you for waking me from my cat nap.
Now it's time to bend you over my lap.
I will spank you like a kid for talking crap.
Teaching you a lesson that will make you snap.
I will slap my hand across your face.
For posting your Acrostic disgrace.
On my face was a smile that you post
With a look you'll never know
Doc, like a kid, you call them my towers.
Claiming my twins carry certain powers.
In a poem, Chris A. Once called them melons.
While my Hubby climbs and calls them Mount. SAINT Helene's.
Take some notes when you read this.
Don't talk about another mans double "D's" pillow kiss.
Don't make yourself out a poet fool.
Keep your cool and clean off your drool.
Don't end up like my Hubby who is lost in my abyss.
It's not my wits that got your dumb a$$ caught in reminisce.
~ SKAT ~
There’s are ghosts in your head that just won’t die
While there’s a liar in your eyes on whom I can’t rely
And there’s a method to your madness, but no one knows
That something’s not right until its ugly face shows
Because the ghosts just keep screaming, too loud for you to hear
That when you thought I was gone, I’d always stayed right here
And though the liar tried to trick me, saying words you’d naught believe
So that I took on all your monsters when all I needed was a reprieve
But soon you tasted my blood to find that you liked the taste
Longing, wanting more, so you laid me waste
Though I begged and I pleaded for you my dear
You only heard and saw ghosts never really there.
And when you saw your blood, it proved the last straw
That horrible scream that unhinged your jaw,
I knew never again could I come to call you mine
As foolish a faith as that of a Divine.
For you, there was only the ghosts inside your head
Haunting your eyes and the liar with all his words yet said.
I’m on a planet with a golden kiss
It shimmers with glory, such bliss!
As I zoom in, it turns into a dark land
Peep in, I’m afraid, I cannot stand!
In darkness, I see a bright glowing tower
Inside, a plethora of so called ‘man’ power
Zoom in; I see ‘beast’ kind disguised as ‘man’ kind
Alas! Not a single kind beast could I find
I hear roars of uncivilized beings
And moans of so-called weaklings
I see a trail of emotional turmoil
Those 7 deadly sins wrapped in a dazzling foil
Gifted to humanity, his power, his grey matter
It separates humans from animals and allows us to shatter
The once created planet with a golden kiss
Will it ever show the signs of holy bliss?
BRITZ’S GIRLFRIENDS PAST…LAST EPISODE”
He is young, handsome and got all it takes
To get involved with him, girls get tied to the stakes
Early in his age he set it off with one in a relationship
The love was fierce; both were wolves and none the sheep
Quarrel today and settle today; the relationship seem not to last
Sincerity danced to the lime-light; someone will surely get hurt at last
He ignorantly made her jealous and she sought a pay-back
She left him for his best friend but later sought to come back
Marriage and family ties got deep in line; too late to get back
The first girlfriend in his past.
So heartbroken and sad; he refused to show concern
The latest girl was so pretty and that calls for concern
She was his childhood friend he shared kisses with
Another relationship in line; amidst tares he took out the best wheat
It all started off so well, he broke the heart of her cousin
They were too close; the girl was close to his cousin
Childhood friendship an advantage thought this one will last
Unfortunately, the happy relationship came to end so fast
They lost it all: love, compatibility, friendship and in themselves a taste
The second girlfriend in his past.
Tired of relationships, he dived into friends with benefits
It was so sweet an adventure; to every girl, he got a benefit
He became so free and there was no love seen to be found
Nothing to loose as its just sex and the girls were always around
Tasting all juicy like Solomon’s pear; Complications in line he got scared
Frightened out his shoes; friends with benefit? He was no longer prepared
In the midst of storm; just like Jonah , he remembered there is someone so dear
The safest adventure is a relationship with her and there will be nothing else to fear
Difficult as of the beginning but she later came to terms and vowed to always be there
The third girl; presently in his present…
D' Poetic Beast
The word I hate the most is the word “CLOSURE"
It is used constantly, so much as to over exposure.
We want closure on our feelings, closure on events
CLOSURE to me is when something shut, not something to supplement
I want this feeling to end, not put a closure on it
My feelings won’t go away by closing a door they still won’t quit.
For those that want to use it please go ahead feel free
But please don’t use closure if you want to talk to me.
So now my little gripe comes to an end or is it CLOSURE
You see you have got me doing it, I am now losing my composure.
If someone can give me a word to use instead of it
I’ll be grateful till the day I die and be one very happy Brit.
Entry to Michael Falatico's “What word do you hate most” contest
Come 'ere kitty eyes so green
Tell me why you're so dang mean
Climbin' curtins and the walls
Midnight rampage through the halls
Chasin' air but never rats
You should know I hate cats!
*just a note: i dont hate cats...(as long as they realize and behave as dogs)...any i have been owned by realize this and quickly learn to fetch, come, sit, no, and master the english language...as such....this kitten(now a cat) is my son's: Oliver, appropriatly named, who is the real-life version of "Garfield" in every possible way...and dearly loved :)
MY BEST BAD CHOICE
Was a time --not long ago
When you begged me sweet and low
“Cast your net upon the sea
Quickly,darling, marry me!”
My heart caught
and in a minute
My life was soup
And I was in it
A fair eyed man means dangerous shores
& I'm adrift-- mid rocks galore
On a current, flashing fins
You cast your line--
And hook sweet sins
And, at work you cannot think
When fishy eyes blink out a wink
Even friends are not off limits
When tides wash in the vodka gimlets
Do I hate you, yes, I could
Do I hate you, no, I should
A straying man on marriage seas
When asked to re-chart his course
He usually stomps and screams “divorce”
Mixing metaphors and such
Keeps the critics out of ruts
Straying husbands/shagging rabbits
Cannot/willnot change their habits.
Oct 10, 2012
Ok, I'm just going to say this, be confessional and admit;
That I hate waiting, it makes me want to throw a hissy fit.
I know that doesn't sound spiritual, but it surely is the truth;
Standing around, hands in my pockets, is totally uncouth.
Dependent on someone else... ugh, the intolerableness of it all;
Makes me want to scream, when progress comes to a crawl.
It was fine when I was a baby, and didn't know any better;
If I sat there all day, in a diaper getting wetter and wetter.
Maybe this is why, we don't remember those early days;
To keep us from blowing a gasket, and coming off as crazed.
Is anyone with me here, or am I in this struggle all alone?
That I hate waiting, in every single form that can be known.
The grocery store for instance, there's a conspiracy against me;
It's true whatever line I pick, I'll get the new and slow trainee.
So if you ever see me in a store, please pick the other line;
You'll be out of there so fast, back home, relaxed in no time.
I wish that I were done, but there's something more to be said;
I hope this won't offend, and it's submitted with some dread.
In those times I have to wait, the very last thing I want to hear;
Is a spiritual pep talk on patience, let's make that crystal clear.
I know patience is a virtue, God is working things for my good;
He loves me in my circumstance, even when I've misunderstood.
Telling myself these things, while standing in another line that lags;
Yeah, down at the DMV, I've been waiting three hours for car tags.
So I get it my Christian brother, even if it appears I don't engage
It's just hard to hear it, from a guy who struggles with road rage.
Nowhere is your patience more tested, than on the adoption trail;
Before the Promise land, a wilderness, many times you'll want to bail.
But in my office are scores of pictures, children who've found a home;
Each of them a thousand-word sermon, that you will not always roam.
Your wait will have an ending, And God 's promises will come true;
The treasure was hidden in the difficult, He gave the grace to see it through.
By: Dave Wood