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Details | Epic | |

Medieval Ages work still in progress

I'll write to you of medieval ages,
Foreign lands,knights and of many sages.
Medieval verse,and versification
With ancient meter I shall imitate,
To flesh out this age's animation.
And stories fictional and real I'll tell.

The souls of sundry virtues and vices
I shall show to men of all kinds of eyes,
So that I their souls might excite to life. 
Who truly is alive without his senses,
yet many minds live with mental fences. 
The Gods were chased away from this  bright land,

And many countries were drowned in darkness.
Art was unpainted,clogged up fairy wells. 
Unlearning became the new science of man 
And music deemed to be of Satan birthed 
For its mirth, and carnal rhythmic pleasures.
Oh of truth this divine art of muses,

Music's mothers, the soul with beauty fuses,
Yet still were libraries burned to ashes, 
and with timeless secrets the fool clashes.
 Empires undone from within and out,
To be hewn down by hounds to war devout,
Who from savage forests came to devour 

The sheep and the pampered puppies of Rome.
The Gods did pity these once great races,
the light torchbearers which the dark faces
with it’s all consuming flames of sheer might
which scorches into ashes scrap and dross,
to fuel its holy energy and fire,

the giver to mankind of life so sought.

Copyright © Victor Chavez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric | |

Connect the dots!

Who is responsible 
domestic violence? 
in the home... 

responsible for rape? 
while bullying in schools 
escalates? 

fact anti-social behavior 
begins in the home! 

millions of excuses used 
drugs-sex-mental illness-debt 
alcohol-infidelity-uncompromising 
ass-hole 
why not blame stress! 

to name but a few... 
thats' new, slap on a label 
anti-social cripple 
self centered compelled 
subservient with a death wish 
co-dependant on a mission 

many incapable of raising 
families successfully 
matching crime to criminal 
sooner rather than later 

people who want children 
most should be screened 
the ones that have violent
tendency maybe steralise 
these... 

protect the unborn spirit 
this cycle of perdition 
simply 'cause some can 
protection remains 
the question... 

until we fill up our prisons 
or doctors fill out prescriptions 
or do drugs - prostitution 
or some souls 
simply disappear 

abuse of the sexes disaster 
 children 
lives destined for remand 

some cultures self destructive 
buck the system for a laugh 
self discipline escapes them 
some victims choose suicide 

alternative families to the rescue! 
marriages deplete 
truth uncovered 

primary social group 
breaking down 
mere survival havoc wreaks! 
social injustice 
social acceptance 
to live in a relationship 
without independence? 

when we break the cycle? 
we immerge stronger- 
children safer 
home wreckers 
so yesterday 
some sexual couples 
complete disasters 

I deserve a happy life 
a happy life I've got 
living without violence 
is where we all need to start 

repeat not the acts of 
your fore mothers forefathers 
the violence does not work 

mental physical verbal abuse 
is a hostile mind at work 
he's weak disqualified from life 

primal evil reactivated strife 
programmes of violence repeated 
not strong enough in mind deleted 

disrespected, feared, without 
honor in most cases cannot repair 

don't be a victim, of archaic hatred 
suffer little children NOT! 
this world though numb 
Is nevertheless disgusted 

authorities ears to the ground 
we have heard your cries aloud 
take it from one who knows 
let all that s@%t go! 

don't repeat their mistakes 
look inside make new choices 
you decide fill your life with 
love... 

...or misery will connect the dots 

Copyright © Eileen R. Kelly | Year Posted 2007

Details | Prose | |

Rag Factory

This factory has the bales delivered. Bales of unwanted, disused, thrown about, torn up, ripped and antiquated clothes. Once loved but not now. Bales measured by tonnes. Bales needing the forklift. Bales delivered once a month.
This factory hauls these bales, one at a time, to the factory floor. On the floor they are ripped open and gutted, their blood of clothes oozing across the floor before the cutters. The cutters who take never ending handfuls of this gut to their trolley, to their cutting machine.
This factory slices arms off, rips legs open, carves neck lines off, zippers and buttons slashed away, never to see the pants again. The entire garment scored back to its crude original form. A form of square material. Square material with nothing of interest, unwearable.
And tossed into the empty waiting bag, Waiting to become 15kg of unwearable square slices of material.
This factory fills an empty bag to 15kg, hundreds of 15kg bags. These bags await the drive to a new owner. An owner who’ll love this square rag in a moment. Become intimate with this square in a moment. Sharing this square with oil, grease, dirt, mud, rust, stains and fuels. 
Once unloved and unused becomes unwearable to useful and one last spike of intimacy again before the inevitable oblivion takes the rag for the final joy ride.
The rag factory.

Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse | |

Reversing the Darkness

puente’

Mid callous deeds so cruel
kindness serves as nurse,
risk-takers help those injured
by evil doers’ curse. 
Summoning the golden rule
when the lights go out,
civilians move in concert

~ reversing the darkness ~

volunteers take care of needs
showing spirits rare.
Tireless effort will rebuild
whirlwinds’ wear and tear.
After nature’s forceful deeds,
unseen stars appear
as refuge in the night.


Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2016