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Denial be the first culprit who vie's 
Reason has slipped to and gone beyond
Finally terror takes grip no breath to breath 
Heart beat stopped thus the body goes cold

Copyright © Steven Henderson

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Light at the End

When it hits my chest
It would not lay me to rest
It cannot bring about my end
So long I refuse to bend
Death on my chest
Is but a test
On my will to live up
To see if I would give up
The Giver would allow the pain
After seeing my faith on life
He would restore me again.
Death test is but in the while
Of a second
After which we can go on.

Copyright © Divine Friday Idiong

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Yesterday Is Gone

An experiment started by thirteen
had been tainted from its very start.
Ratification in twenty fifteen
would be called for if we were smart.

Copyright © Steven Henderson

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Simply put seen in black and white
Yet it's presence can go undetected
Lack it does features that are positive
Electric is the charge of its reply

Copyright © Steven Henderson

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Humanity Screams

Continuously dropping from the sky
Innocent lives do pay the cost
There blood mashed with metal and dust
Vultures devour whomever is left

Copyright © Steven Henderson

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To Transcend

Upon arrival the mount looks daunting
Each jagged egde instills more doubt and fear
Reaching summit requires bold courage
What's left at the bottom is forgetton

Copyright © Steven Henderson

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Eulogy for a Soul Taken too soon

So much potential, courage and love
Alan Williams, Jr. was truly a gift sent from above
So young yet so wise; he fought to be true
Never giving up when times became blue

He dared to be himself, when everyone rejected him
His cup was never empty; it was always to the brim
That’s how he saw the world, dreams and second chances
No lost causes, just new songs and funny dances

He hadn’t seen his family in quite some time
They didn’t see the angel he was, they never let him shine
But that didn’t make him bitter or mean or lost
He deserved love and he was willing to pay the cost

He loved unconditionally, believing everyone was good
Even when it hurt him, he did all that he could
To accept his own flaws and put aside the pain
So that he could help another move past the strain

He never asked for anything back; he gave from the heart
And even though he’s gone, he’ll always be a part
Of each and every one of us, the people he held close
His brand new family, the one that he chose

His passing is a tragedy; no one knows why he’s gone
He will never be forgotten; the sun sets then again comes the dawn

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Copyright © AC Dominguez

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Iniquity Be The Cause

They had chosen only to do that which pleased 
Magnetic shows the direction of this compass
 Delivering despair bombs bursting in air 
Over there do you not see, the flag, no longer be

Copyright © Steven Henderson

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Kicking and Screaming

What one wants when one wants
They once had called them lazy
These are the memories that haunt
No they are just pushing up daisies

Copyright © Steven Henderson

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Tomorrow For None

Dream of a home with a white picket fence
has turned into a nightmare I do declare 
Politicians act as if have no sense
Reminding them of the words of Voltaire

Copyright © Steven Henderson

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A Soldier's Elegy

A kestrel dips into an updraft
thinking he knows the world
tranquility gurgles 
through silent valleys
over mountains
around the earth
through the wind

The creature soars ever higher
in great swoops and dives
the horizon curves as it eludes vision
the stars pulse their siren
but thrill denies
adrenaline overrules
their ambient warning

Gust to gust each fades 
quicker than the last
whispers carry the weight of wings
and their soulful song breaches sanity
prayers of rightful good
where petty purple banners
crest twinkling hearts

The last thermal ridden
last lyric dies
as flight’s drone fades
upturned wings alone
the sky empty oblivion
as the sun aligns its beady eye
to the looping path of the bird

Two brittle forms 
grapple in light
which blots out the senses
and protects 
what can never be touched
divine oblivion 
smites the naive bird
an archangel buried
in a crypt 
six feet deep.

Copyright © Avery Swarthout

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that's just how the world works

No one saw it coming, the time of doom now at hand 
War is around every corner, no one can help us now
Bombs fly and the innocent die
That’s just how the world works

Try to see the good in the world young child 
For if you don’t who will
If not now then when 
The fate of the world rests in your hands

As one generation fades 
Another shall rise from the ashes 
Spread around by war and destruction
The fate of the world rests in your hands

Heroes will emerge and enemies will be defeated
But more enemies will rise 
And our heroes will fall
That’s just how the world works

The war will end and allies will part 
Until another war starts 
Smoke filled skies will clear up
And fallen enemies shall sulk
That’s just how the world works  

Copyright © Dakota Burns

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Roadside Rockslides

It was too high of a mountain to climb
The mystic of the peak overrun by fear
The confession is patience take time
Once you fall than all things are then made clear

Copyright © Steven Henderson

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George Zimmerman

Hello, son.
You're a big one.
Lucky for you you inherited somebody's genes
That gave you light skin
That made you get away with murder.

May your day of jubilee
be all you want it to be.

Copyright © Nancy Jones

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holy candle blues

“holy candle blues”

in the rust red sunset - angel brother bends his blown glass ear over the wall of eternity listening in on my sweet restless rathouse jam

she entered peeling story-caked walls riding a lightning broom swept me 

out to half dippermoon bridge 
we swung downtown where
waltzing heirs warmed six-figure derrieres above smorgasbord fires
I faked all the right questions into hell’s Paradise

panting at the emerald city orgasm waiting beneath her olive skin gypsy thin cocktail feast
ignoring the runaway beast

and someone beamed—they make a great couple
as we sweat to god’s blistering last-chance desperate romance bugle call
my ragged sailor heart pirouetting out the hornpipe door over muddy cliffs 

on the way down a devil in white linen gown serving dark red obsession wine flaming flambé soft brown coconut limbs 
the fly doing backflips in a honey pot 

over the lava baked sea 
a million miles away 
the moaning rusted ship creaked like a red infection begging to be freed from the last ripples in a skin game port

You knew all along prophet of the beautiful tracks
That my ramble played in a forest of doom
I surrender dear monk in the sad samba night 

that wind pushed me mountains away
flushed me out of hiding in the prehistoric pubescent
road-burnt grotto
at the piano bar you played me like a thundering chord…till a

midnight candle grabbed the shades
and a fire came roaring down in flames

we crawled like god’s sweet snails to the clear-as-a bell day

glaring up to the dark blue smoke where a cherry red sunset angel rained wild woolen ashes down on love’s last twitch…applauding the singed curtain call
live! live! ... he cried from his bongo perch on heaven street 

hot orange coals fading in the chilled breeze
words we’ll never speak again you and I
Unless fate has too much time to deal strange train cards

this harp strung midnight reverie 
sad violins hijack innocent dreams and twist the arm of violet coated wishes  

In my hidden dark room 
holy candle blues…
whispers of sea wind blowing 

Copyright © michael amitin

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The abandoned house [for S.R. 1988]

green and white 
he asked  
why was it covering the peeling ochre walls  
and the moldering door  

she said 
it was different then  

an artist used to live 

Copyright © Thomas Stanton

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By the flowing milk of the words
We were sold into slavery and hardship.
Our voices ceased and our mouth closed .
My people where after what they could get 
And unprepared we follow, forgetting our barns,
Our hearts were locked in a cupboard of hatred.
They took us long in the west, south and north
wounded the lilies of our pride in the forest.
there we worked in their plantations and factories
With a rumbling, harsh stomach yet we worked.
Our lands were taken and we could not come 
Home again, some died and some gone.
We fought for freedom under the half of a yellow sun
which their air were locked in our face.
But their air were against us  strangers
Their soils seized our legs from functioning.
We never win until the call of freedom 
sounded which brought about our freedom and peace.

Copyright © john chizoba vincent

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i went into a dream the day my eyes saw you,
and for years i’ve been waiting for you to come
i thought that the splendid mountains came
And swallowed all what belonged to me 

i sleep not now 
for my dream is living to see you smile
as your smile fills voids and open wounds 
of any man with a bleeding heart
your smell leaves trails of scents beautiful 
that flowers blossoms behind wildly

now all i do is write tales about our future love
you and i have leaving all sorrows that tried to seize us
so we shall live to surprise the earth and all its deeds
together walking on thorns without wincing 
nor fear that haunts even battle warriors
thou the clouds and majestic oceans reckon 
the power of patience embedded within us
but the last word that suffocates many is lust

so let me sleep that tomorrow shall shines white
for ours is written beyond walls made by men
but the walls that only few saw the birth of it 
those that saw it first! 
drunk from it and were made kings over life
tills death became greedy of their mighty 

so make my bed the field of love 
lay all the beauty that even ants are so keen to taste
keep me so close to your life as i write to heavens
sleep so that angels comes with the anointing
and blow me kisses that travel through all stars

Copyright © Zakhe Michael Mcunu

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Tribute to John Denver

“I am a song that needs to be sung.”
Words by John Denver inscribed in Aspen.
While walking the path alongside the Rio Grande
A circle of stones in memory of John Denver does stand.

Inscribed on the rocks are the words of his songs.
They moved me deeply as I strolled along.
Realizing that I was in Aspen because I did spy
A tribute to John Denver’s Rocky Mountain High.

It sparked a desire to experience Aspen for myself.
Now here I am encircled with John Denver’s wealth.
I wasn’t a huge fan, but I did enjoy his songs.
His words stand tall beyond being written in stone.

I moved along the trail into an evergreen forest
Dwarfed by the pines as the river flows toward us.
Emotional connectivity with Aspen’s sheer mountain beauty.
Sitting on a rock in the river my only duty.

Feeling inspired to move again on the trail
An energy spoke to me; no words were entailed.
You are a song that needs to be sung
You are a bell that needs to be rung.

You are the newness of fresh mountain air
You are the energy of spring’s budding stare.
You are the eagle resting in its high nest
Ready to soar through the sky when the time is best.

You are the Rocky Mountain High
Colorado is the place for you to sigh.
Heave out the energy that is stored within
Sing your own song with a loving spin.

In gratitude I salute John Denver’s soul.
In the beauty of the Rockies, he continues his role.
Inspiring people to greater heights through his words.
Thank you, John Denver, for my heartfire heard.

Copyright © Margie Boehmer

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Marie III--Is the Coffin Too Deep

So frigid was her immaculate body Her last second in screams is all I can see Love's revenge was my guilt With you I'd rather let you die with Bound hands Without you, Marie, like the psychopath's dream Death is all that I can see; All that could redeem Did anyone ask Did anyone recall The sweet taste of the poison The swift slash of the knife he penetration of the lead The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Was it so hard to solve Was it so hard to see That I strangled her so easily My nails piercing her comely skin Blood dripping like the pomegranate I crushed with the shovel I shattered her shins The knife to slight her wrists Didn't you see I did it all The only witness Couldn't say Is the coffin too deep? The pain of her decaying hear tI can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Marie I cant stay Earth is to cruel when your coffin is to deep Forever in death and in death alone The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep?

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen

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People To Whom You Lie

Stars and strips a people did bind 
Red, white, and blue the colors knew 
Strong wind of freedom cause to unfurl 
Lies trampled and tattered buried in dust

Copyright © Steven Henderson

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The Nefarious Scream- The Dark And Twisted Contest

The Nefarios Scream

Camping in  isolated lands of parks and creeks
Untold experiences of adventurous beauty
Nefarious acts eclipse joys of freedom 
Blowing up cars to bar any escape
Tents knifed through in the darkness of the night
Wakening frightened sleepy eyed  tourists
Throats slit of those who rebel and abuse
Serial killer chases the gutsy that escaped
Muffle the defiant eye to jab out screams
Clanging chains, barrelled guns, hammers et al
Adorn his barricaded blood stained dungeons 
Adventures  in foreign land turn uglier than nightmares
Destinations of destined stumbled into zones horrific
Families and lovers pine with unrequited inquiries
Investigators baffled over the  ambiguous maniac
Who finger by finger tortured the life out of tourists
Exulting over his power of creating a world of zombies
A bomb he carried to blow up the next tourist van
Helpless travellers plea's rippled his blood
Slow and steady steps he came closer to van
An unseen rattler uncoiled rattling his next step
Hissing his breath away in the loudest scream

Balveen Cheema
September 20, 2015
Contest: The Dark and Twisted
Sponsor: Nathan D


Copyright © Balveen Cheema

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Fearless  i go running in the night
barefoot on rich damp soil
stretching out my arms
in a cool wild flight
trees, they whisper in my ear_

dark wind on cold bare flesh i’m running 
hot face, heart pounds 
i feel the pull of a thousand years, 
and the way things used to be
and then, i hear the call

you are here
the time is now
and all things are as they are
the time is now
and you are here
all things are all things
and, all is meant to be

flight faster than thought in this light moon night 
as i slip between the bars
and i breathe the finest breath
homosapiens erect
moving, silently through the stars

you are here 
all things are meant to be 
the time is now
and all things are as they are

Copyright © steve watts

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Poor boy hungry,
Revolution in stomach
Machinegun boy carry
Oh! Boy attack
Kill: rich, poor
Frustrated brain man
Mental rate more
Eat trash can
Sleep Bridge under
Terror people more.
What is further?
Bleak dreams more
City big city
Where hope gone?
Brain wasted done
Devil take duty
Mortal man killed
Played stage part
Dirge song filled
Rainbow sky cry’s

Copyright © ifediora okiche

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The Cliff

We would climb the hills
Peaks and trails
Under the starlit night
Over the slopes
Down the valley
Battling a ferocious fight
It was fun and games
laughs and tears
Until my foot had slipped
But then you grabbed me 
And pulled me back up
As your body leaned and tipped
You ended up
Being the one to fall
Down the endless pointed cliff
And I could not explain what I saw
On a bed or rocks
Poking from your back which was raw
I ran desperately down to help you
But found that I could not
For when I touched your hand
It felt cold 
When it should have been hot
I can't understand
How in one moment
I am consumed by such a fear
And now I am left
All alone
Washing your blood with my tears

Copyright © Sara Wilson

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My Rapture

In this end, 
I give you my suffering 
My finale in life, shall it come
And I shall miss this suffering
Death, my comfort in songs
For I do not wish to go now

In this empty space
After me, 
Here and there you chase
Shadows they blossum
No fear upon me expressions de facial
Of coarse it's a due date
A sudden divorce, pursued by fate
My enemies
Those whom have wronged me
The promise of this song may be
Because of you
My flesh shall never greet peace  
Doomed, my purgatory
Yet these flames may never deplete my feet
Shall not be accepted 
Your sympathy
I saw it, I stepped on it, I left it
Do not expect thee to beg thy mercy of leave
For misery has sheltered my wounds at this lovely feast

Copyright © Jerry Golden