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Details | Ballad | |

Texian Macabre Arena

The First Texian Macabre Arena Ballad (The extended free-fallen edition)
 
In another life, is where I first saw your face!
Summer, afternoon, lying wounded, next to the dead
Unopened gun powder, mass destruction in a land of disgrace
A blood thirsty battlefield, is where I first saw your face
The sound of war, hidden behind my hands that bled
Crawlers, rendering their lives upon the open space
 
Jaws of steel, broken, embracing the warm feeling 
Summer rain, lungs of blood, their last dying post
Glorious by numbers, every blade was screaming 
Gemstone losing touch, in touch with the Holy Ghost  
Soldiers come in a little closer, as if they were only dreaming
Crawling, missing limbs, twisted nightmare with no ending

Macabre reminder, retracing the aroma of eternal life
Secrets buried like a treasure under the walls of sudden death
Revolutionary tears found on a rusted Bowie knife
Lanterns, crackling against every last dying breath,
Dirty piles of crashing wind pipes, and sudden death
Rummage like garbage, the dead Texian
A Falling Alamo Star, taking one last twinkle and dying breath

The Forgotten Patriots, I can't remember the names
Written on the wall, I can't remember the names
A folktale arena is where I first saw your face
The fairness of stuttered surrender slicing through iron brace
Crawling, with the hunger to live, a clean finish with grace
Exposing, scars needing mother's hands, and face

Across infested meadows, the aroma of burning skin.
Distant, before Texas and her annexation, 
Gruesome, before I lived, Texas and her mortal sin
I pledge, my love, the honor, a legion, I'm a full blown Texian
To Every Forgotten Texian Patriot----- We Win!

By:PD


Details | Epic | |

Wall Street

      

Set upon the new world stage within the burning fires of hell. Silently posed factions of the elite, suppress the true inherit of Mother Earth. The meek children bending over for millennium, taken spankings of bare bottoms, pelted slavery. 

Upon entry to rule, the open stage of smoked mirrors began to reflect back upon the podium of lies. Taught by scholars from university books of political science. Fearful of leadership matching mirrored images, of false pretense, babbling rhetoric. The stirring masses of discontented, individualistic, thought of as dead - enders, trouble makers, and rebel rousers, rallied aimlessly.   

With super hero, Captain Do Gooder, bleeding helpless on the floor of Wall Street. Weary lost hope combatants mustered courage, and accepted destiny. To this point, someone shouted against the wind of change. Felt by all who sensed the importance. 
"To death do us part of the purpose to which we, the united, stand for justice". 
The chant began, as Captain Do Gooder was dragged away, and cuffed, once bleeding helpless on the floor of Wall Street. 
Damn the torpedoes. Damn the torpedoes. 
Captain Do Gooder, fallen, bruised ego matching skinned knees, lays helpless. Who will save them now.

Second glances from high rise penthouses. Serving champagne and caviar. Brought iron clenched hands once hidden, to draw the stage curtain down. 

With Captain Do Gooder nowhere to be found. The voice that came from pain of pupil. Born within broken dreams of promised lands. Realized nothing was coming cheap on this occupation. 

The dusty streets found Captain Do Gooder aimlessly stepping against the winds of change, down Wall Street. The well-intentioned, arrested and broken spirited, lost hope of recycling any salvage rights taken from them by Metro. 

Was this the end of the well thought out, pushed down occupation.  
Was this the beginning, of the underground faction. Where was senior generation X hiding. Only Captain Do Gooder and the well-intentioned, world stage occupiers, hold the key to that Pandora's box of hope. 

 
The peoples across the oceans were already springing far ahead in their own, more brutal campaign. For they had no cushion on which they were raised to kneel against. Tyranny ran over them.  A lesson yet not felt, or learnt, or taught, in the new world.  No chance of city mayors issuing eviction notices. Bullets, tanks and bombs were of the order. Brought down the line, traced back to the ones our United Nations to this day, refuse to acknowledge.
While leaders there home internet shop, and pump out the lies. Everyone dies. 


In the heart of the continent of center, where unto which as mankind sprang forth, for its first and ever conquest.  
The lights kept dim, to obscure the violent cleansing. A facade to disguise once moreover, the brutal tyranny for which the greed of the elite, control the dimmer switch. Diamonds and oil fuel the fire of war and oppression, on this stage of greed and guilt. Too far away, and too many distractions upon center stage for one to see or care. Thought and looked upon by most as racially motivated.  The origins of all mankind, to be left, far too far, behind. The true forsaken people. Why is man unkind.


So..........will Captain Do Gooder raise the bar to which drinks for the house, and all around, will quench the thirst felt by ninety nine percent of the people............mother knows best.   
Yet, still, self-inflicted roadblocks of appointed destiny, drop kicked long days past. Faint light shining far ahead, within the tunnel of hell, brought up to land. Firm above the depths to which it sprang. The truth of world order.  

Wait......what do we see......do our closed eyes deceive our cries........................................

We see Captain Do Gooder catching second wind. 

She breathes deep now and all can hear her war cry, no longer whimpering softly. As in past tense situations, given way to dazed and confused wall street *****es.  
She builds momentum, as our brothers and sisters lay dying and bleeding. On the streets of some not so distant for telling, of what's to be, will never not be coming full steam ahead and plowing through the hidden agenda.  One step beyond the line drawn in the sand of time, we thought would never be crossed. Give way thoughtless future tellers, and takers. Still holding firm with paper cuts, deep into the hands who printed and prepared such slave papers, kept by the elite bankers. 

Captain Do Gooder returns renewed and refreshed. Our true Mother.  
Captain Do Gooder feels strong, as bruised knees and scraped hands heal. 


Brush of destiny sweepstakes,  allots winnings of earth shaking, volcano erupting, tsunami tidal waves, with bonus draws of worldwide chaos. Future draws are to be held with worldwide winners. Grand prize, dead oceans rising.  

The next generation have no fear digest writes the next chapter. 

 
Hold the press down firmly wall street backbiting backbenchers. Drawn into the crossfire, on her mark, place the x on the next general who dares not fall into civil disobedience.  
Captain Do Gooder has grown teeth, and she is biting down hard against the line to pipe riches, spoiled from her lands. Stolen from the first pilgrimage, fifteen thousand years old, lost empire. 

How dare you steal from, and pollute the minds of her children. Yet old enough to drink and drug and die in war.  How dare all of us. 

Meanwhile back at the ranch.  Captain Do Gooder hugs tight that tree of life, to which sprang all this elbow rubbing and diversion. Wall street huddles in her corner, painted red to match the lengths to which an end will surely bring to it. 
Painted red for all to see. 
The end to friendly letter writing, give peace a chance, make love not war, generation taking a bow, and snow birding it, to false sense of security land. Like the ostrich with its head in the sand. 



Details | Verse | |

The kiss


The kiss

She felt the winging of the crows with the decline of light,
the dither of the leaves that sensed the overrunning horde
as foreign soldiers torch'd the land, the warfare to ignite,
uncouth and uninvited troops that peace and laws abhorr'd.

Barbarians invade the land, their darkened deeds unjust
and slaughter the civilians that power do not wield
therefore the maid with dignity, her father's weapons thrusts,
cause it is better oft with pride, for freedom to be killed.

The daughter of the Dorians, on the embrasure stands;
for paragons should mortals live, for dignity must fight;
alike a hawk that soars to skies, her soulfulness expands,
imparting to the Gods above, her kiss of vestal light.

Hence, standing, fights among the nooks, the demons she beheads,
from dawn to dusk the crimson runs upon her armor steels
while little dribs of her own blood, communion she sheds,
partaking in the mizzle drops and substance of the kills.

" I leave my kiss upon the blade, and on the armor wrought,
companions and amulets shall take my soul to fields
where Death awaits, the knightly groom of whom the love I sought,
adjacent to the clanging sound of swords upon the shields. "

© 09-10-2014, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic heptameter)

* All of my 2014 poems are worthy enough to challenge any contest on any forum. There is no "best poem" among them. *


Details | Epic | |

A Turning Point

The man stumbled on, wanting to get as far away as possible
the sights he had seen and lived through too terrible to contemplate.
How could another human deliberately inflict such awful things on another.
He could see a gentle stream of smoke arising from the distant chimney
and headed for the shelter it offered, staggering on until he reached it.

It was a pretty cottage nestled deep into the hillside and isolated.
He tumbled through the door and collapsed on the floor.
Mistily he drifted in then out of consciousness unable to focus
aware vaguely of a gentle touch that soothed and replenished.
He drank from the cup pressed to his lips and then let go.

The old lady shook her head at the follies of mankind,
and set to work bandaging his festering wounds.
She made a drawing potion to clean out the poison
that had taken a fierce hold racking him with fever.
Then  she covered him and stoked up the fire.

For three days he lay in a coma muttering about the war,
not an ordinary one, oh no, this war caused carnage.
Evil stalked the land every hand turned against the other.
Sons killing fathers and brothers and to what point?
A simple disagreement about Creed had started this.

Weakened by the ravages he was slow to fully heal
yet he learned much from the old lady causing him to rethink.
To look at things with eyes a-new seeing the other point of view.
These new values he took with him when he left thanking her gratefully.
He set out on a new route, his task now to heal and bring peace.

Standing a-midst the crowd on a small hillock he taught them new values
not by preaching as such but by parables that showed the way to peace.
After all he would say; Pause and Think, For What are We without hope?
Everything gone by can be changed, all we have to do is care and act.
So lit the small flicker in your heart and fan up a healing blazing flame.

   


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Temujin

Temujin

The purple Royal banners wave above his armor's steel;
the chieftain carries his Mongolian, relentless wit,
young Genghis Khan, the Temujin, applies his sovereign zeal,
to merge the lands beneath his will, the warlords to befit.

Consorted by young Börte of the Onggirat kin tribe,
the martial Temujin receives high honors by the clans;
a skillful warrior invades the lands while his young bride,
awaits; for no one else predestined is to be her man.

The chieftain slaughters hence his passage through the western soils
invincible his tactics are, and triumphs ascertain,
advance his rule, expand his territorial rights and spoils,
while Börte, granting loyalty, in virtue she ordains.

How valued is the flight of eagles that conduct above,
depict trajectories, and soar to vanish where the Gods
embrace the sadness of unanswered prayers and bridal love,
the Royal maid in loneliness, defends against all odds?

So priceless have become their plumes upon the Mongol plains,
where the persistent Northern steppe cold winds enfold the ghosts
and Princess Börte counts her solitude, stands tall and reigns,
believing that her Temujin bestows his kind riposte!

" Support him Goddess of the moon when grooming Charon thuds
and sends the clanging of the steel, commanding thus, the souls,
to travel the descending route of coursing loveless blood,
and through the gusting of the winds, transports their saddened calls. "

© 01-20-2014, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Fourteener, Iambic heptameter)
GV


Details | Epic | |

White paper boat

White paper boat

Her image fled among the trees
his realness to intercept,
some Christmas day! With scenes inept,
beneath dark clouds and deathward's seize.

A mercenary sergeant was
that fought in wars for many years,
ascertained charge to volunteers,
instructing e'er the warfare laws.

The coffee 'pon the mountain glen,
on twilight time of wintertime,
his Christmas warmed (recalled a chime),
the M16 A4's his friend.

A ranger, served elite brigades,
but couldn't tell how life was lost,
his apparition of a ghost,
that fled to slopes and pure cascades.

He just recalled one Winter morn,
received her mail; on streamlet's banks,
next to the seething tracks of tanks,
he read her vows, on paper worn.

He never knew to phrase response,
and also thought she wouldn't wait;
his quantum was devoid of fate,
proscribing stronghold, Christmas' sconce.

On thawed snow-stream her worn mail goes,
white paper boat, comrade and guard,
his stare kept up, he was shot hard,
upon the snow, two qubits froze.

© 11-22-2013, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Epic, Iambic tetrameter)


Sponsor: Leonora Galinta
Contest Name: CHRISTMAS EPIC POEM

(for definitions, please read the "about the poem" text.)


Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


Details | Triolet | |

The fog

The fog

The horrid warlords
siege the fort,
brigades of demons,
through the fog
attack the legion
and cohort,
the horrid warlords
siege the fort;
the knight defenders
stand athwart   
as horses gallop
down the bog;
the deathly warlords
siege the fort,
brigades of demons
through the fog.

© 03-31-2014, G.
Venetopoulos, All
Rights Reserved
(Triolet - new poem)


Details | Terzanelle | |

An Epic Battle With A Simple Question

A beautiful heart pines from afar. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! Celestial winged heart beats faster, Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. Embarking from sun brewed and moonshine skies Two alien races, in war, collide. Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. All brothers' swords raise, marching with pride. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Two alien races, in war, collide. The angered clouds rain blood from the sky. A new path finally found. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Brothers' swords low now to the ground. A beautiful heart pines from afar. A new path finally found. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! In universe Out bound energy Where are we when we die?


Details | Rhyme | |

Plockton - Wester Ross

The greatest holiday gift I ever received  
Goes back so many, many years
Before my life became turmoiled
And before my tears for fears

I was a child like many out there
Torn, strewn and split of kin
Mother and father in differences
Confused at seven, wearing their same skin

For I was one of the lucky ones
To a Highland Estate I would go
It's on the west coast of Scotland
Where my holidays desired me so

Secretly I internally smiled
For a whisper of where I was heading
To live with a movie star hero
No longer my life was in dreading

We were picked up by a man so fine
His manners were an absolute joy
Regimental he was in his approach
To me, just a seven year old boy

We travelled through the village of Plockton
Crystal clear waters edged to it's shore
I knew from this very moment
Being here ebbed previous family sores

On entering his house I was in awe
Movie pictures came to my view
They were images of James Bond
At seven I was totally through

A voice called to me
Hey James! sit down and I'll tell you me
Still in circles in walking awe
This is what he told thee

My name is Patrick Dalzel Job
In the Second World War I served
But this recognition I bestow
Humbles me to it's deserve

This honour that's been given
Was blessed by a colleague in war
What desired Ian Fleming to be so striven
Possibly, what we were fighting for

We served on the same destroyer
Fighting to make the future free
His tribute, in his novels I became
James Bond, it's incredibly me





Not many seven year olds have stayed with James Bond.
This seven year old Scot's boy has, maybe I learnt?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Dalzel-Job


Details | Lyric | |

Sgt Griffin

A sorte protege os audazes
Yes a sergeant rode in here as always with
A daring pair of rangers that made us just
Go pray it's back to Fashion Day because
Baby we won't have to pass away, oh no
To the reality of a fascist state
Although

It's hard it's envious of me to see you apart from me baby
Yeah into so many things that aren't a part of me maybe
It's the coat of arms oh stitched by those that harm
That cause alarm
Or the green card rejected by the armies of God be-
Cause they frost The Fall and that's

That's just to save us all
And the justice saves us all

And the style is designed
And with the sign of a Griffin
The symbolism of a lion of wisdom
Where the kings have wings
Oh don't you see
Yeah my envy of these things that separate you and me

So the poet in the philosopher
He said that he'd
He'd throw us the thrill of a cross but first
Put on a gauntlet, in a British accent "lad you can't let
Oh the truth bring out the worst and let it get
Yeah the best of you" so

We'll catch it without the hurt but
Still left with a loss of words 'cause

The style is designed
And with the sign of the Griffin
The symbolism of a lion of wisdom
Where the kings have wings
Oh don't you see
Yeah my envy of these things that separate you from me
My envy of things that separate you and me


Details | Free verse | |

The Universal Man

I shall live and die By my own accord Only my God may judge me To him I've proved my worth I am still here fighting It matters not what for On my ship of righteousness Headed for waters unexplored The clear night sky will darken And the clouds seem ominous I take heed to the sure signs From them I won't digress They are in the way of my dreams And hopes that fill my sails Like the wind from my heaven Keeps my skin tough as nails Evil comes to tempt me I am not immune Sometimes I play the hero Other times I'm just a fool Either way the choice is mine I make it with my free will For that's the gift he gave me And for what I fight for still The government is coming To bring a chaos they call order The line has been drawn Between two sides there is a border I feel myself being torn To choose a fate in stone Let this be a lesson Why I wander on my own Minds can be controlled I see it every day The weak wills fall like dominos That lie littering my way An obstacle before me I iron will it to the end And when the devil comes to dance with me I have already started to transcend into everything around I am the universal man my true form I shall disguise I am hiding it from this great Satan they say will come for my demise I know he will find me maybe he already has in a long gone nightmare that my soul he stole at last if I remember correctly I can't say I recall ever escaping his grip or did it ever touch me at all?


Details | Quatrain | |

Defend as Men

With armor pierced, I’m battle scarred
For enemies swords had struck their mark
Though weary, I, I raised my sword
To continue fighting in the dark

The battle started hours before
Fighting strong, with me, heroic men
Yet, common men with noble hearts
For mother land, they now defend

No formal training, nor fighting skills
But, armed with will and make shift swords
These men of honor fought for right
For losing homes, they can’t afford

I, their leader, their chosen one
Selected for strength and outward pride
Am honored to fight aside these men
Else, not fighting at all, I shall have died

Our homes and family are what we are
The marks of us men are lineage and land
We go into battle, each as a boy
To come from the battle, each as a man


Details | Free verse | |

Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


Details | Ode | |

Love is a Sacrifice

You have my soul, but you have your fate Whatever your words, I’m willing to take You have my word; I’ll give you my breath It’s like a chain that would never be break You are my love with all my heart, I’ll fight for you with all my might. And in the way, you admire your goals, You hold my hands, but not so close. As you go to your chosen path, I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart. In the dark side, I leave behind Within my faith, that you’ll arise Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near I accept my fate for what it does, I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was? You reach your goals, as you want to have, Would you remind the man that gave what he had? As you reach the stars, and be the one Be a sun that shines its own. After the rain, the rainbow comes, Like dark in the moon, when the light flash A glimpse from you at least a short For then I knew my pain is worth.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Ice King

Ice King

The blade is frozen - feels like ice,
arcane the skies of winter's war,
'the Valkyries' bold entice
today to fight alongside Thor.

This great of days is best to die,
the snow, white shroud, persists around
to slowly muffle his war cry,
on skyward Kingdom he'll be crowned.

© G. V. 07-27-2013
(Iambic tetrameter)


Details | Concrete | |

A Written Soldiers Fight

A supreme soldier walks truly alone in the depths of night
he is soft spoken from a life of being so hard that he was stoned until his eyes filled red bloodshot in his sight
he notices what he once thought to be? Was wrong and very far from right
So he asks God for forgiveness from his very own darkness that it may to like his Redemption be shone upon his lost light
He knows its no longer about the bullets in this battle for it is the words in his very own Mind that will matter most in this life among death upon a written soldier's fight.....


Details | Rhyme | |

Kingdom Lost

In summertime, the ivy climbs,
and hides the castle wall.
The king dreams of late,
that the sea is so great,
and yet - his boat is so small.
As swift as a fox and
dark as a raven on wing,
seven hundred soldiers march  
into the valley of the king.
Long overdue, a battle ensues
flanking the powers that be.
Children cry, and good men die, 
the monarch is now on his knee…
Soon the horsemen alone 
try to maintain the throne.
But the long way around
is the shortest way home.
The evening is filled
with chaos and smoke,
and the kingdom is 
stunned by it all…
Soon the sun will go down,
and in spite of his crown, 
the king will undoubtedly fall…
His rival’s strength
was mistaken,
by a king overtaken,
his life is now but a pawn.
His authority lifted,
the power has shifted –
an era of glory is gone…
 
 
Copyright © 2013
 


Details | Verse | |

I Don't Hate America

I Don’t Hate America

I like the country I live in
That doesn’t mean I have to sing their songs
to prove that sh@!.
That doesn't mean that 
I can just can’t get over the fact that
they murdered the people who built it
 
America was dedicated to a proposition that
“all men are created equal, except
for women, indians and blacks

The white men were just fine is what we were told 
but what about those who were stolen that never made it over to NEW WORLD?
The ones that were thrown overboard and
those who died from sickness while in transport

Remember those who were born into slavery and never even knew what freedom was before their physical bodies left
and people like Thomas Jefferson
He understood that slavery was wrong but did not free his own until his death
What about those who beaten senseless and burned, and hanged,  
All while screaming “Nigger" What’s your new name?
Oh how soon do we forget…
That’s why I despise that word and
I don’t care who it is that uses it
#u$k that slavery sh@!
And #u$k that flag b@%ch!
#u$k you America because you’ve always made things hard .
So don’t look at me strange when I show those songs disregard and those fake ass patriotic undertones about how we are the land of the free
more like the land of the captured and the Home of the Slaves, see

I don’t’ hate America
I can be and do and go as I please
But, then I remember the poor people they injected with disease 
They thought they were getting free health care but the doctor is giving them syphilis 
Please! 

I remember the natives of this land
They slaughtered and labored them to work for freedom in their own land 

I remember the Civil War 
where we were a country divided by the Mason Dixon Line
The north and the south of the same country at war to save lives
 
I don’t hate America
This is my home 
But I refuse to let the things that 
my ancestors endured during the struggle of building SUCH A FINE COUNTRY be forgotten
It’s 2012 and the politicians still plottin to find a way to take away the black vote 
It’s the same shit, but now they just don’t use the noose to choke the life out of souls  
I’m so tired of the constitution and it’s loop holes, and amendments, and acts, and laws
This just proves that man can’t govern themselves because even with all these rules we constantly fall into the black hole deeper and deeper
I don’t hate America
I just choose to not take part in its little song and dance
I pledge my allegiance to God 
and continue to write and lose myself in my poetic trans 


Details | Ballad | |

NO MAN STANDS ALONE - The Ballad of Barney Ross

CHORUS
No man stands alone
in the street, the ring or the combat zone
some lay in the gutter
some sit on a throne
but no man stands alone

At the age of fourteen 
he had a dream
to become a rabbi 
Chicago 1924
then his dad was killed by men
who tried to rob the family store
his brothers and sisters were sent away
to an orphanage where they would stay
and though his faith was blown away
he vowed to bring them home someday

To God and man revenge he swore
he walked with gamblers, 
hoods and whores
he fit right in 
then on a whim
he walked into a boxing gym
he fought Canzoneri in ‘33
for the lightweight title victory
he made up with God 
and finally
he could reclaim his family

Those McLarnon fights 
were the stuff of lore
the only man 
to ever put him on the floor
he won two out of three, 
then in the Armstrong bout
he nearly died 
but was never knocked out
then in 1941
the Japanese pulled a sneaky one
so he joined the marines 
and he got a gun
and he sailed into the rising sun

On Guadalcanal, 
he fought so brave
overmatched like old King Dave
he put twenty attackers 
in an early grave
for the one marine 
whose life he saved
in a hospital bed 
for months and days
they kept him in a morphine haze
then sent him home 
strung out and beat
to the pushers on the mean, mean street

Hollywood was very keen
to put his story on the silver screen
but they focused on the drug abuse
he tried to sue 
but what’s the use?
Barney Ross was brave and strong
they couldn’t keep him down for long
his rabbi said that he must try
to be a model Jew in the public eye

but from the public eye he slipped
like a phantom radar blip
they say he hunted Nazi criminals
and he ran some guns to Israel

Barney Ross was brave and strong
I thought that he deserved a song
he did some bad
he did some good
and he saved the world
the best he could


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Black and White

You’ve maddened me to the core 
You singed me with your ferocious fire
We’re opposites… we’ll never integrate  
We can’t blend with each other…
Your love and I’m hate 
We’re contrary to each other…

So don’t even think about 
Getting us back together 
Because without a doubt, 
We don’t click with each other…

So let us go our own way…

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be deleted from my mind…

I’m not the one that should pay the price
You act as if you’re an angel from heaven
But, you’re a fiend…a devil from hell...who needs your advice?
Could someone unchain me from this prison?

So let us prepare for that day…

Fear and bewilderment build inside of our minds
Taking over us…we’re wasting valuable time
Terror and wrath injects into our veins…time starts to unwind 
I’m regaining my glory…this moment feels so sublime  

You think you’re innocent?
I can sense your guilt…bleeding through you
Do you live to feed me anguish? 
Don’t deny it…you crafty demon…no wonder I feel blue

Let’s get ready for battle…
I’ll watch you decay…
IT’S PAY BACK TIME . . .
Taste my fury and my agony 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be defeated…

I scream before nightfall
I close my eyes to kiss my demise
I want to disappear 
Scratch away my desolation
Wipe away my tears…
Spewing out of my eyes…like a waterfall
Tonight, there will be dismay
There will be suffering 
After sundown…
Failure and glory will expose like stars in the midnight sky
Who will earn the crown? 
No one knows in silent wars – who can reveal the light in goodbye
  
Why are we black and white?
Are you too afraid to know the reason why? 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to suffer alone…


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Trilogy


She splendid came before the light of dawn,
Emerged from Halls of deep memoir's efface;
'Let me express my love in eyes and ways,
before death turns me back to granite stone.'

Embraced were we while the winds raced moaning,
our strings of lives joined outside of mute grief;
there was a hope left when the arcane Nymph
fled East, towards the first light of morning.
..............

Unvirtuous sons of metamorphosis,
vociferous assault - lives to degrade,
with cymbals' wrothly thump, my land invade,
drums' beat enacts my apotheosis.

They cut me thrice and once as I slaughter,
grotesque barbarians, that fight entranced;
I prayed to dawns' refulgent light; enhanced
their monstrous growls fly with a twilit bird.

Accented their trilogy - immoral,
from deep wounds - inferior weep their cries,
euphoric Spring forces them to baptize
in anaphoric flowing red to flora.
..............

She splendid came before the light of dawn,
Emerged from Halls of deep memoir's efface;
'Let me express my love in eyes and ways,
before death turns me back to granite stone.'

© G.V. 10-04-2012, All Rights Reserved


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Diomedes attacks


Diomedes attacks

Diomedes attacks and the Trojans recurve
black his panoply's crest, undulates on his gear
where the less brave of foes will disorderly swerve
by Athena he's blessed and she ushers his spear.

Does his bravery dare to confront mighty Gods
and acclaim his immortal Olympian soul?
through victorious fights, he received accolades,
'tis the ultimate scope and the hero's first goal.

Aphrodite and Ares, he injured in vain
thus was driven away from his Dorian realm
on Apoulian ground, and established new reign
the Argive, more sagacious restrengthens his helm.

© 09-25-2013, G.V., All rights reserved
(Anapestic Tetrameter)


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Upon Sky Drive


For seven days he wandered as a ghost,
where his own forms of old dimensions lived;
the times forgot his falsities that heaved,
'mid grayish nimbus and a misty coast.

He walked on sand for lifelong miles and then
the stronghold heights outlined inside the fog
he heard the howl of wolf beyond the bog,
and two pelagic birds that croaked in rain.

The roses dyed. The soldiers died in vain;
uninterrupted was the silent gray,
thus strong the dusk stooped in this mournful day,
- begotten wrong and seeds of malign grain.

Calm, master Death came to enfold him thrice,
forsooth freed cold as for the twenty five
next days the brave has slept upon sky drive,
lost spirit left his winter prayer on ice.

The wounded chords of winds in union harped
the stalwart's solitude resides on graves;
he visioned pastures in his mind's dark caves,
communion in his narrow cell he drank.

© G.V. 07-26-2013 All rights reserved
(Iambic pentameter)


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I Hate Aunt Floe

NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view

I can see your blood boiling
through  the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful  like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my  lungs;
your words seek like bullets 
your mouth like sniper guns.
I’m hit with each inaccuracy…
Being killed by words untrue;
and you even got the nerve
to tell me what you think I do.
But let me get mad
and try to plead my case;
then suddenly the world
is a f--ked up place.
You got tears running down…
What the Hell did I do?
We were just sitting and laughing
I could swear that we were cool.
Oh God…
Oh no…;
I should have seen it… 
It’s Aunt Floe…,
This battle can’t be won or reasoned
I think its best I go.
Cause I hate Aunt Floe 
and she hate me too;
she sit and talk sh-t
about the gum I chew. 
The color of my shirt…,
She say my look is a stair;
She say my best has no worth
And she doesn’t stop there.
I didn’t change
I’ve been the same 
these 28 days,
 but now I’m f_ckin A__hole 
Aunt Floe gave me that name.  
She said get out my face 
This aint your home no more,
But I’m more puzzled by 
What was said before.
I love you 
With her glossy eyes 
I knew it was true, 
But horribly sly
You see these words
make me the fool.
The one that’s cruel
That a__hole dude,
That sparked the fuel
To this f__kin feud.
But I swear to God
I didn’t start this sh_t,
Why would I give up my love 
To live my life like in a pit.
 This is horrible sh_t 
Wasted days spent,
On nothing but the worst
I could be bathed in your sent. 
You could be laughing 
While I’m smiling
But Aunt Floe Won’t let this be,
And the only way to make this right
Is hold my tongue  a week.
And that ain’t gone happen 
I’m a person too,
Not soft
But I got feelins
and don’t know what  to do.
Now its been six days
Unbelievable  rage,
She locked herself 
In the room
I call it her cage.
I smell a sent in the air
It wasn’t there before,
Now lookin down the hall
I see an open door.
Is this a trap 
I’ll guess I’ll see,
If I fall for another
 You know that’s dumb ass me.
Curled in the bed 
I think I know that girl,
But where’s the hells Aunt Floe
The one that f__ked my world.
She packed up and gone
Didn’t even say good bye,
Just came wit gang of bullsh_t
And vanished in the sky.
Is that you my dear
Can you please come here,
Listen close and crystal clear…
I hate Aunt Floe
 Next time she here
Make sure I’m stocked
with weed and beer.
I love you punk.  ?


Details | Sonnet | |

Sunken Tears

                                   He stood bravely before me 
                           with a medal of honor in his right hand
                        and a bandage of agony around his left knee
                           It seemed like he had struggled to stand,
                             his crutches lay useless on the ground
                                 I found it hard to understand why,
                                 a soldier in pain didn't even frown
                                      With a voice firm but dry
                                 his words shook me like thunder
                                "You're now the man of this house"
                                 he uttered like a worn-out hunter
                            quivering up my legs like a terrified mouse
                                 Drowning my mind through cold ears
                        he passed his sincere respect and sunken tears


Details | I do not know? | |

WE ARE INDEPENDENCE!

We are Tausug Nation
Defending independence
Free from the enemies
Stood not to get oppressed

Our Nation ruled
Of the country’s independence
Never conquered from then
We shall develop our land

Our country, nation is known
Home of courageous person
Bound only in one faith
Never care of the death

Tumantangis, Dahu peaks of our land
To Bagsak, Sinumaan
And to all the mountains here
Only one God is aimed

Zamboanga, Basilan, North Borneo, Palawan
Centre is in Sulu land
Ruled by the Sultan
From the early point of time

Our nation is united
In the name of faith is complete
Only God is firm
Determined not to get conquered

Land of the pearl garden
Sulu Sea in the world is famous
From the South and North
And East and West

Blood of Martyrs flowed in the vein of the Sug Nation
Fought to defend
Flag rose like Vinta strip
Eternal pledge appeared


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

King Of The Fallen

King Of The Fallen



Look upon the king.See his proud stance,his gentle eyes,and his charming smile.Once the prince looked over by and loved by everyone,no one knowing his true self.
See his proud stance,he stands and look down on people.
His gentle eye show nothing more then lies.
Such a caring smiling he uses to massacre thousands.
Let him rule your mind but keep your heart
Let him judge over you but never about you
Let him rain cruelty over but may you remain pure
Look upon my king see his monarchy shatter before his eye's,as the evil he has done catch up to him.His children taken,his wife's broken,and his castle destroyed.
Look at the prince who was loved,look at the king who was feared,looks at the king who is now fallen into despair.
Look upon the king.See his proud stance,his gentle eye and charming smile.
See his proud stance as he looked on down on the weak.
See his gentle eye's,see the lies that spur in them.
See his charming smile,like a wicked prince ready to tangle you up and put your out of your mind..
He has fallen
He is broken
He was taken
He is now in despair
He has ruled your mind,now his heart is gone.
He has judged you,now is being judged for himself of himself.
He has rain cruelty over you,now he is impure and Ingenta.
Look he's kingdom has fell and now the deed's of his injustice has ensnared him.
Look his leg's broken.
Look his eye's have been gouged.
Look his smile has been cut.
Look at his wives they are broken.
Look at they children are taken without words of appease.
And his home is destroy in flames.
Look upon the the fallen king,no tears shall fall from his eye's only the blood from his mouth,and the words of death.
Fare thee well world,this game of cat and mouse,and of death and life.How I enjoyed it to the fullest,but now my home is in fired my children taken my wives broken and my body destroyed.This must be punishment for being the King of the Fallen.


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Medieval Camelot

I’m sure you’ve heard of the Great King Arthur and Lancelot’s well-known fame.
But there was yet another knight, of great glory and great fame, never named.
His name was whispered constantly, everywhere, around those hollowed halls.
For no one wanted to be near when he passed by, on his famous unerring walks.

A knight so very gallant, that he would bow to: every fashion of maiden, high or low.
So fierce his life could not be taken, no matter how sharp the blade, they did throw.
A musical quality followed him everywhere, and his livery was absolutely divine.
He would have been the perfect knight, except for one minor, itty bitty, tiny flaw…

What was his name, you may ask, and what led to such glory and illustrious fame?
He was Sir Dragon Sparkle Farts, and yes, you can guess, what earned him that name.
You see, an evil witch, he once did fight, and yes… he absolutely won, most verily.
But before the witch became undone, she sprinkled a curse upon his own, to be.

Whenever others are about, you guessed it, yet again; he had sparkle farts, my friend.
Do not laugh; he was to all, a dearest friend. Tho the trouble caused, was rampant, in the end.
You see, in that time the villages were all made with beautifully made, thatched roofs…
He flew betwixt and between, yet, an occasional spark now airborne, did veer off, poof!

So for the most part he walked in town, though the wheat fields were often, set off.
At least the castle was made of stone, though many a tapestry did not survive, well off.
Indeed, a water bucket brigade, became put at his disposal, simply all the time, amen!
And nobody did tickle him, for fames from both ends, became quite rampant then.

Laughter did, yes, the same… But hiccups brought utter flame throwing despair, to all. 
Still he was a beloved knight, so the round table was set to keep his back, to the wall.
The knights all stuck together, thru thick and thin, and yes, even thru his sparkle farts.
But with great sadness: of why such a fierce warrior, could be forgot, I now impart.

You see, his name Sir Dragon Sparkle Farts, did not ring, minstrels romantic thoughts.
Historians, thought his references, just crude, forgettable laughable jokes, The Sots!
But know, when Camelot finally fell, and even he could not stop that inevitable tide.
He flew away, to the great blue North, they say, where with snow and ice, he abides.

Now, young and old, do not be sad… For the moral of this fable holds: 
All he did was: for his friends and the Greater Good… He cared not for Glory or Gold.


Details | Limerick | |

These Colors Don't Run Limerick

<                                 once were twin towers on horizon
                                   bombarded by Al Qaeda what sin
                                   then came many heros
                                   lost too at ground zero
                                   America's flag still flew in wind




In Loving Memory To Those Lost
On 911 R.I.P. You Are Not Forgotten


Details | Free verse | |

Draconian II

[The Puppeteer]
The storm I see you in
Caught in the race of Caïn
Held by the arms you cannot see--the conducter of Ennui 
-No stronger than the void you hold within-
It began with a hope, an obsession
Casted into, slavery of repugnant possessions 
Granted by, the Avaricious Lords, the ones we serve for
-They Told Us to pray, hope, away from despair, the despair caused by their immaculate Hands
Malice, envy, greed, was granted to me, The Feudal Dream, we want to be Them, just like him
-just how he solaces us, ambivalent hope, engendering knives to my throat 

[The Fall]
In this Valley of morning and weeping
Love lies bleeding, in desperate fear
With their talons, the hunt to rip out thy heart 
As each velvet petal falls apart
Her body chained in their bile and lies, covered with their red-spy
-sent just to check if our souls are in line, do not defy 
Her blood velvet and pure, drips away with innocence of the amber guardian 
The soil of plagues, beggars, and graves
Is know her home, the coven of solace
Though the seed has died--resurrection Is near passing through death's fear
One stronger than you--and thy funeral skies
She is alive--anew
But the vapors still remain
The Apocalypse is here, do we fear?
Just for the death of our sins
Elysia never Seemed so far away

[Our Damnation]
Solitary ruins, Fulfill their visions
We strayed far from the depths within 
We all lingered to his solace--lies
-you make the sign everyday, but lack toknow the name
We are just the toys, he pulls all of the strings
We are nothing in this burning world
of Decadence, and Failed Semblance

[Draconian] 
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from the Fallen's son
Draconian--Their empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach the shadows within


Details | Free verse | |

Take Me

They played reverse psychology with his mind He felt so stupid Like everything he had ever believed was a lie The auras are bad, we continued to say They are not good Test the spirits…test the spirits He went haywire He pushed away How could we blame him? His body was not his own Come to grips, we told him The doctors don’t understand But still we must not jump to conclusions You are strong; you have God The upper hand If I lift this bed will you think otherwise? Lift the entire world and I will see nothing of you You are nobody compared to him in my eyes Your wonders are for wonderment alone You wander and then you stay You prey prey prey Those that prey desire nourishment Those who prey lack strength And to grab onto the youngest Mistaking him for stupid and weak That is below everything unworthy That is just pathetic Whatever you are You are not him And surely not worthy of a line of acknowledgement You hurt my closest friend And it is on You will be the reason The fire of my claws flare You will be the very thing I will devour It preyed on his innocence It made itself his friend Acting the hero Burning him to nothing in the end Come to grips, we said No more writing No more imagination The auras are not good He is not good! Laura is not good! Life life life is not good! You prey on a sick, young boy You are messing with a demon like me! I will tear you to shreds for the next flaw you set fire to! Believe me I will hide more under the timbers And I will crawl out Spewing perversity and hate And drag you in with me True colors will surround you I realize you have the power To kill my loved one I stake alone I hand the burning torch to you And with fire surrounding me I spit and hiss Take me Take me instead I know you want all And all live in me You cannot turn down my offer Become me And I will destroy me


Details | Couplet | |

Cactus Heart

You would assume I am thirsty in this dire heat,
Or that my needles would cause others to quickly retreat,
You would conclude that my flowers were only for show
Or that if someone didn’t water me I would never grow,
But what you don’t see in plain eye sight
Is that I am flourishing with waters of integrity and might,
Under these thorns you call choked up defenses
Breeds the strength to survive all forms and pretenses,
To you I require little maintenance… but I know better,
I know how to absorb all I need in good and bad weather,
For I was strategically placed in this atmosphere,
All I need dwells in my structure enabling me to stay clear
Of beasts that lurk when sandstorms arise,
When mirages start to mesmerize,
When signs and wonders appear in fallen skies,
And soldiers forget to break ancient soul ties,
I stand my post and flaunt my spikes,
A cactus heart survives all flights.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: In a Very dry Place
Contest: Forgot


Details | Epic | |

The Idiom and the Oddity Part7 Fina

So, as we say in Greece
That’s where I’ll End my story
For the things that happen next
Weren’t made for song of glory

So many Tails, throughout the ages
Have spoke of love and loss
Of  passions and betrayals
The triumphs and the cost

But never was one told
That meant as much to me
To launch a thousand ships
And survived through history

And with every great Greek story
There’s a lesson to be learn
So, I’ll leave you with this message
Now the last page, has been turned 


The moral still stands true
Throughout all time, which passes
Don’t steal a person’s love away
And beware Greeks bare-ing asses 

THEE END                   Authored By Jerry T Curtis 
                                       08/10/2014
                                       The Year of The Horse


Details | Rhyme | |

Friendly Fire

       
I took my arm i wore my shield
Got Sown in the unknown field
In the name of peace we stand
Playing a role we do not understand
Anthems of the flock ringing in my ears
They all do not know but have been told
Noise of agony filled my hearing
Scenes of doom tore my being
I see visions of my abandoned home
O son will i ever see you grown?
Pulled back for an instant..
Keep on marching before they get you whining
Brothers in arms were we?!
Friendly fire got me..


Details | Free verse | |

All but Few

The aggress surrenders
But death lingers
Impeded by damned souls
Clutching to their final breath

The flailing limbs
Now lethargic
Severed, scattered
Men languished
Not by will, but war

A storm of clouded judgement
Summoned by the tyrannic gods of war
With cryptic intent
But greedily akin
Riddled beyond sin

A relentless hail of gore
An ocean for pawns to drown in
And the kings with battleships
To rule absolutely
Remorseless beyond doubt
Or second thoughts

Behold the mighty catharsis
Cleansing of the weak armed,
The weak willed,
The weak minded,
Blindly follow the call
In hopes of glory
Or in a mindless delusion of good will

Hopes and dreams gone amiss
A lingering kiss
From those who care
Does he dare
To kiss back?
Was he not already dead
The moment they lied to him?

What good is living free,
Without a life to lead?
Freedom from this cursed realm
Full of pain and grievance
Is that what they spoke of?
Freedom of a kind
But not near as welcome as the other

All but few, cease to live
Those who yearn to live
The man who cherish thy loved ones
And hold them close
Need not be sad nor morose

And they be not cowards
For the braver man fights his anger
And sees from other eyes
Unbeknownst to him

He listens to reason
Not accuse brothers of treason
Or cowardice for doing what is true
Would you?
For a wise man once said
“No”, and lost his head


Details | Bio | |

Try Walking In My Shoes

You'll only collapse and fall and tear your knees open,
Shut your mouth, you cant even imagine what hell I've broken.
Blood leaking from my head everyday only makes me lose my mind,
You wouldn't even survive a minuet in my shoes if you were on my grind.

You say you know everything about me and how to live your own life, 
but face it tho, every night your left alone sitting with a knife.
I defeated that part in life where i have to do something for someone,
walking around with my "Ex Wife" as if it were my gun.

So please stop talking like you know what you got your self into,
cause if i were you i would open my eyes and pray that I'm not true. 
So here it is, if you want to walk a bit in these shoes of mine, go ahead, 
But I can promise you only one thing, in the end you'll end up Dead.


Details | Epic | |

Commandment Battlement - Part One -

Better to be bold in battle
then benign in retreat!
No victory comes from actions prattle;
May honor be found in refusing defeat -

My vaults will not be breeched
by faults,
may we have a merry waltz
devoid of all unsavory salts,
this of you I have beseeched -

On this table we have met to render fable
rich as ancient Babyl,
heralds of ancestral heros and our forces' label,
bulwarks raised above this field's haze,stalwart gaurds strong and poised,
daunting sounds of ritual carols,the primal ones that spirits praise,
what is this match but a moment for atonement,
trite tribute and humble homage if you wicked will foment,
my battalions and I are stolid,faithful,our souls not being rent,
the birds in sky like personal medallions signify for we,victory is meant,
in the center sentries stood,subterfuge,lethal blows I knew you would,
a Queen as envoy repelled rudely,religiously crude as you brood,
armistice you will seek knowing bleak the future be,
like battered egos quiet speak,loosing strength,you shall weep and sneek
to snatch the proud prey from eagle's beak,your pommel being sweaty sleek,
terrified of the Promeathean peak,of my glory you may peek,

The mellow march of my bagpipes,a pallid pitch that makes men creep
they like leary sheep my wolves will eat,
must you trust a God of glutton lust,and savor his decree,
of Athena I have asked,athwart this army made by brass,
as broken glass shattered fast it shall yeild to Her Mass,
shaken soldiers running past,your eyes will cry the slaughters vast,
pray not in vain to block our rasp,or for this fauna you'll be mast,
my blood as Emperor say you crave,oh how brave,
like a slave made the day his grave was paved,
such a man is never saved,

J.A.B. Part One -


Details | Epic | |

Commandment Battlement - Part Two -

If you fight with fervent heart,
roar of lion from your part,
perhaps true kindness will impart the vengence of a Goddess staved,
the moon now red with the noon's dead,
in your heart I'm sure is dread,for this rite you were not bred,
many times an oracle told: men from feet made of lead
are mercenaries poorly fed; in countless meadows they have bled,
will they toil loyal,paid by your moldy bread?

So go, my foe of woe,wear the royal robe to toe,
and drink the wine bitter slow,
I am Lord of the sword,a righteous king of the horde,
of many Gods I've implored
to smite this monger to the floor,
not for thirst of the gore
but to have a legend's lore,
to protect a People free with me,before you perish it will be!

The priests posture purely now at the front ranks with faces skyward
petioning to consecrate,
as the cavalry concentrates hard on their horse's fate
feeling the trumpet's terrible,seething sound,
a wilting wind softly weathers the seasoned infantry's instinct
from gaze to green ground,
while they infer the jarring armor jangle of heavy horsemen,
sufficient to strangle reluctance to prostrate,
a low thunder thumps my ears,my spirit leers across,
limbs like gears I raise my battle axe ahigh,

Tepid tepid rain,from whence you came
not the curving cloud but from the adversary's frame,
the color of the warm rain is the magenta stain
of enemy's brain on my horse's mane,
the Bishop busies as assassin,an orthodox art that has always been,
your knight is nigh,about to die,

J.A.B.  Part  Two -


Details | Epic | |

Commandment Battlement - Final Part -

A pawn for a pawn,a crown to crown,
whom is Master of this Lodge in town,
this I enquire while preparing the pyre for you to retire,
my meddlesome mobility unabated,indicative of a congenital nobility,
configured to coral this clambering caravan of corrupted cargo,
like a sqaulid sailing ship mired by a dragging anchor
I will be the insensitive squall that sreams and squashes
your spirit's resolve for immortality to which you aspire,
by necessity,your pirate army pines to encroach this backline of mine,
alert for advantage like hyenas on high ground,
but when the men turn round with countenances of lost children,
then the lead you must take and oasis forgo,

A final engagement cautiously commenced upon the carnage 
of this conflict's first casualties,terrific testament of mortality,
gross scenes torn pale and asunder by torchlights,
unremitting images of the half dead bleeding,
their moans bare and last moments barren
like old channels of lost rivers,
raging exhaustion spurned and supplanted with a spontaneous summons
of a brazen belief that my foe is more weakened,warbled and wasted than we,
here in middle,setting the endgame circuitously,
a defense is devised to deter like a pinching pillory,
my startegy is instinct,my ferocity divers -

J.A.B.  - Final Part -


Details | Ballad | |

Cassandra

Revelation Said In Stone Appeared an Eon ago of Shame and Sin, Something we all know But not it's rise, For is has already became Virtue Flaming Skies from an Angel So Bright The World's Cure for Soul-Blight A Hell on Earth A Savior's Worth So many Dreams are cast then Forgotten So many lives are brought up then just Thrown back down Maybe she is The Cure Maybe she is The Plan All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Release me and Burn away this land Hold me by The Hand Tell me the past is just pretend Give me The Cure If this is your destiny Then May it be mine I would die in time I'm Just another Obstacle In the way of your divine Wings Forget me Cassandra For Doom was already meant for me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Valkyrie of Heart Angel of Grace I surrender to You Savior by Destiny Dispel all Tragedy Especially me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim


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The Eves of May

Maelstrom, O thou devil 
Slither past last March then unto April
Into the eves and ides of May 

Thou cannot hide, but thou wilt try
To disguise thy age old blackness
Forsake what once were brighter skies
Stranglehold; sane extraction

And the spills of night
A new tone deafness
Burning oil; sentiment molasses 
Bringing storms that cloud minds human and fragile 

Spheres of moonlit halos
Become, no more than serpent spies
Peeking through faultlines of life
Dancing about to the madness limbo

One lost soul...
Shipwrecks against a sea
And there too does the twist of tango
Eyes of the deep; tentacles, touching me

Elsewhere, the raven flies repetition
Into glass windows
Blood stains upon a faceless mask
Drowns out the cries and the conscience

Of feathers blacker that lie strewn
Are the questions I have asked 
And the answers I cannot have

Let slip feigned breath of man beneath
A gargle from the cold tunnel brine
What's left surrenders alter to its evil
And nothing is, to evermore survive

And the eves and ides of May 
Are Saran gas upon a mass of land
Men of desparation hunger 
Eating flesh of man much meeker

And thou wilst not again
Glimpse thy rival sun
Nor when it comes, goes 
Or finality, when it finds its done

Inspired by the madness of Poe
That which is locked within us all


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The Scream

A screaming comes across the sky,
Our cover now is blown.
For in a blink so fate did lie
Our destiny is shown.

The curtain pulled across the land
And in plain sight are we.
The cruel god holds the dice in hand:
To stand our ground or flee?

The screaming echoes through the hills
My future now unknown:
The enemy to try and kill,
But all my hopes are flown...
	
The scream continues from MY voice
my throat as dry as ash.
That fated scream, my cursed choice,
and down to Hell I crash.


Details | Senryu | |

Dark Light

                    War is a dark light
                we fight for others to live
                     ignited by words


Details | Free verse | |

Resistance

Hanging there, limp but clenched,
Muscles still inexplicably tensed,
To whom did the hand once belong,
Still remaining defiant and strong,
A mere piece of a person once there,
With the spirit of the revolution's flare,
And what now of the rest of that precious soul,
Whose dismembered limbs were left in the coal,
Of the fires that swept through and set to ash,
All that now has been lost in a flash,
And yet here is a shard of the spirit still strong,
A lone hand with the flag to whom all belong.


Details | Epic | |

Commandment Battlement - Part Three -

The Queen's henchmen penetrate professionally the porous perimeter,
as a Phyrric victory I pacified your Lady's legion,
for both in the open,like charriots missing riders,decentralized command,the measure,
I, like you maneuver behind the superior shelter of  Praetorian's protection,

Levy the lurid seige upon my country's citadel as incensed infidels do,
your cantankerous catapaults wasting pawns like pebbles punched by a storming sea,
an officer sacraficed sardonically, intrepidly, 
so to decimate the dormant foots encumbering you,
audacious as an angered asp the timely tactic was,will it hasten your demise to me?

Mandatory machinations amongst this moonlight morass,palpable being Death's caress,
a zephyer like a frosty scythe grazes gingerly our anxious eyes,
tethering the still strategy of mens' mentation,
advancing positions predicted but unproven, an apocolyptic inevitability provoked,
fostering inclement suspense,
justice is now beyond principle,virtue survives only on victor's blade,
incantations made in fire for fear's sublimation,

The common denominator of this prommenade of predation is relentless domination,
manipulating the opposition,perception taunted and haunted
as the fox dictates the chimerical chase,
a vermillion heartbeat,virulent,lucious,with a thin hum of vincibility
lures you to na spot of fragile dominion,
divided forces tend to scream like burning forest
when ambushed along trails of a tedious pace,

When the harp chords chortle tears of tucker from a skulless head,recall with dire dignity
that you were vanquished in strong purpose,
the memory of your egregious exploits will depend on the degree of quater
afforded by my soveriegnty
given to this proud harem of prospective sybils
rescued by a king's necessary nemesis,

J.A.B. - Part Three -


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Come by the Sword Die by the Sword

The Bard of the Norseman
A warrior’s fame and for glory all Norseman live worthy of life
Worthy the Norseman with warring axe to victory and spilt Saxon blood
For spoils of the serpent’s lair lie across the whale’s road
Far from the girls in the houses they love
Seeking a quest these warriors of Oden -always the dream for a bard’s song
Now set sail upon a journey –a glorious adventure- a hunting do they go
Do steer the battered sea-steed adorned by dragon’s head and tail
Endure the breaker of trees from artic northern hail
Skid the waves and endure towards a foreign mystical shore
Below a pallid sky-candle and darkening gray dim light
Nebulous rains doth hinder the rudderman’s  impeded sight
Till at last the first oarsman peers across the misty horizon 
Mystical panorama- calls acclamation unto Oden- makes call of reached land
These feeders of ravens rave honor into Oden
Lord of the gallows hath made the glory of the elves to shine
Down upon warriors the sun makes glisten- their metal horn helmets and shields
Set afoot to feed the eagles-prey on either Christian or druid-with a wounding-hoe
Seeking untold fame and glory and carry back a dragon’s hoard load
To brighten the battle-sweat of those made conquered 
And sing unto Oden- tell their tales- make legends of victors
Believing Valhella's glory to come thus hunting they do go  
Doth all Norseman perform deeds of valor with axe victory and slaughter-dew
So did live the Vikings Danes Anglo Saxons who wore warded blue


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One Summer Long Ago part 1

.One Summer Long ago  


I watched idly as the wind played with white puffy clouds
The sun shining brightly against the loud blue sky 
The horizon shimmered and danced
 merging sea and sky into eternal romance 
Islands of white ,amidst  deep emerald  waters ,dotted the Aegean 
Stretching away into shrouds of summer haze and misty beings
Waves crashed onto golden sands of deserted beaches
Baked by the sun  ,unmarked and virgin for eons
Whispering above the wind,  siren songs lured  weary bones to rest ,
while billowy white sails  float along to the west
The great long oars sweeping along the painted faces 
of warships majestically making their way among  long forgotten places
Dusty footprints in the earth lead to visions of truth and purity
To tales of  beasts, gods and  beauty
This is the land to which I sail ,
 embarked upon my epic journey of which I will regale
 A young man of thirty , on a quest for adventure and  tall tales
Returning to seek a  necklace recounted in  myths and legends

As it  proclaims ,a necklace adorned thy crown o mighty queen 
A pure reflection of peace and beauty ,a rare sight to be seen
 Now at war they  seek your pleasure
The reason behind the lust for crown and glory 
And to the victor ,go the spoils 
 One  mighty warrior took his treasure
 and killed the queen as his pleasure
 In drunken glory he gave the crown 
 to his lover  to keep till he found 
A reason to return for his crown 

He went back to war , and died for his sins 
his lover grieving went back home to her kin,
 He to his lonely grave , and she accepting her fate 
 Tossed the necklace  into  the sea as her heart learned to hate
 She recounted many times , written in poems 
 buried by sands ,lost amidst  the memories of long ago
,the map and all the treasure of their war
the story of their lovers parting day
 Why she tossed it so unceremoniously into  the bay
Calling upon her Gods to protect and curse
her secret of jewels from her death to her rebirth 
Cursed and forgotten it was said ,
 The secret taken to her final bed

Generations apart, a legacy passed down in poem and song 
I, the  younger son, took it upon myself to undo the wrong 
to recover and to keep ,the  jewels hidden in the deep , 
And close the door for all time ,
this legend of diamonds ,sapphires and gold 
I would not rest till I conquered my goal, my mighty quest


Details | Epic | |

Ocean Sky book in progress

Flying airships battling in the open sky,
 the sailors trying to save their own lives, 
and all the panoplies of war revealed in broad daylight
 unto the human psyche.

The cosmos composed wholly of oceans with no dry soil in sight
 contains many micro planetary islands that glide
 in the sky's atmosphere where men created their different ways of life. 
Herdsmen hunted on the island's green fields and forests.
Soldiers worked in their iron workshops.Crystalline lakes displayed nature's beauty. Many a gorgeous a creature of nature they captured in their nets.

Stratigos,a hunter, also loved to fish in the clear streams abundant with eels. His dear friends followed him throughout the biome, witnessing many wonderful sights
such as tigers,trees,eagles and pollinating bees, the lioness giving suckle to her young,and many a mythical creature that defies explanation."
Raised he was in a quaint village,in whose verdant plains he played with all his pals.His female friends gathered many rainbow-colored flowers by whose sight and smell were made ecstatic.

Upon a certain day,a flying chimera snatched his friend Mike with its aquiline talons that tear apart its prey.The lion-like chimera with an eagle head concealed him in his cavern hideout,unseen by human eyes.
He analyzed his body and psyche to see what was worthy to eat. In despair Mike's cries for help resounded through the cavern walls.He heard his own echo.

From afar his friends were dashing to his aid through the dense vegetation with thorns drawing upon their blood. Red it was, stained upon their drapery.
They complained not at their pain for their aim was to aid their endangered friend.

Stratigos exclaimed;
With Mike in danger,
surely we must not fail him,
For friendly fidelity
Faces us with the task
of his salvation.

Alina replied
Through the mud and sun that scorches our way
We must pick a path and dash as fast as trotting stallions
for our cause is noble and pure,
so Therefore let us not be wasteful with our pace.

And they arrived upon a green moss covered road that drove Them to a grotto surrounding the creature's cavern.


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AWAKE

They are not here to help us…
They came to us, with the smiles of children
They came to us, with the warmth of mothers
They said we were one;
They claimed we had a common purpose 
We received them as friends
We received them with open arms
Into our homes
Into our lives

But disaster struck
A blood shed
Against men, women, children…
It was butchery
Blood flowed as tears
And tears flowed as sweat
Fine maidens made bare
Their breasts dancing and screaming in pain
Their backside heavy with soldiers
The little ones lay slayed on our streets
Their blood served as road markings
And their bodies as speed ramps
The little children that once danced our streets
And smiled at moonlight 
Now gritted their teeth out as a perch for flies
They are not here to help us…
Because when disaster struck,
Into their buses and wings they flew
Out of our soil
And watched us on the “trap screen” 
Kill and slay one another
Till there was nothing to see
But huge fattened flies, 
Dried blood,
Tiny bones of children,
Brave decayed bodies of fathers
And the pool of dead women who had
In their bosoms their lifeless infants

They are not here to help us…
When blood flowed; they left 
And carried all their likes with them
We were left alone 
Standing and awaiting death
There was no entry and no exit
Money was useless!
It was a mere paper used as back wipes
The only bribe for delayed death 
Was bottles of hard liquor and
 A word of prayer, if it was lucky enough 
To reach the ears of the maker faster than others
Yet they watched on; those we once accepted into our culture
Those we called brothers from different mothers!
Those we sang for, danced with and cheered on
They watched us in red pain
And put us on the center of the globe
As an entertaining sight

No one is here to help brothers!
We are all alone!!!
No one is here to help brothers!
Our graves are too full!!!
No one is here to help brothers!
Our generation is almost wiped out!!!
No one is here to help brothers!
We must help ourselves!!!
This madness must end now!!!







Details | Choka | |

Gladiator Wins

Strong, gladiator,
Thine blade is sharp also swift.
Thou fight for honor, glory.
For thine, love of heart.
Back and forth thee thrusts are keen.
Ye stand so bravely with brass.
Await opponents.
Scarcely; they approach, knowing,
Their fate of death from thine sword,
Though they know, quickly,
Thy; shall place your victory.
Among the past forces, well,
Their souls shall raise high,
By next arenas battle,
Another blazes thine sword.

written for
Sponsor Amy Green 
Contest Name Choka for a Chokehold  


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Keltoi – Celtic Warrior

Charge! He yelled in Goideli as he led in tribal tribal kilt.

The Celtic warrior advanced
with determined fighting spirit.
Boldly challenging his fears, facing the valiant Saxon struggle,

he prepared for resistance. 



He compelled his coercive compulsion

to fight for honor and to become valid.
Mortally wounded in fierce fighting 

he accepted his fate, his eminent death.

From the depth of his pain and suffering

he summed his strength and courage.

With one final breath he screamed, 
in Gaelic, 
“God bless the Irish.”



dea dhuit, clanadad eireinnan!



Details | Quatrain | |

Valhalla - Vikings' Paradise

In Asgard, kingdom of the mighty God Odin
a place awaits all battle fallen warrior heroes
It's in Valhalla where there is endless feasting
and an ending of all griefs and sorrows

The Valkyries, Odin's warrior daughters
carry the fallen heroes from the battlefield 
to Valhalla to join other fallen warriors
where they are restored to life fully healed

Each day the warriors fight on Asgard's plain
Their battle skills to sharpen and maintain 
Every evening wounds and injuries they sustain
are healed and each warrior made whole again

They dine on liquor and fresh cooked meat
that is always in great abundance for all
providing a delicious gourmet treat
at Odin's banquet in Valhalla's dining hall




July 18, 2014
 
Addition:
Here is the poem which aroused my childhood interest in the Vikings, and to 
which I referred in my reply to Shadow. I would like to share it with others.
It is "The Sea King's Burial" by Charles Mackay. It recalls the days when a 
Viking chief died and his body was placed in a boat. The vessel with full sail 
set and a fire lighted, was then sent drifting out to sea. It is a long poem so I 
am only quoting the first and last verses:


My strength is failing fast 
   (Said the sea-king to his men). 
I shall never sail the seas 
   Like a conqueror again, 
But while yet a drop remains 
Of the life-blood in my veins 
Raise, oh, raise me from my bed, 
Put the crown upon my head, 
Put my good sword in my hand, 
And so lead me to the strand, 
   Where my ship at anchor rides 
      Steadily; 
If I cannot end my life 
In the crimsoned battle-strife 
   Let me die as I have lived, 
      On the sea.
 
.......................................

Once alone a cry arose, 
   Half of anguish, half of pride, 
As he sprang upon his feet, 
   With the flames on every side. 
"I am coming! " said the king, 
Where the swords and bucklers ring, 
Where the warrior lives again, 
Where the souls of mighty men 
And the weary find repose, 
And the red wine ever flows, 
   I am coming, great -All-Father, 
      Unto thee! 
Unto Odin, unto Thor, 
And the strong, true hearts of yore: 
   I am coming to Valhalla 
      O'er the sea." 


http://www.rampantscotland.com/poetry/blpoems_seaking.htm  


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This Is War

Bring the rain! It might 
be wet but it wont 
dampen my spirits!

Bring the blazing sun! 
It might burn me but it 
wont dry me out!

Bring the strong winds! 
They might blow me to 
and fro but they wont and 
I repeat they wont stop 
me getting where Im 
going!

Try me! Test me! I might 
not be battle tough?
But my spirit is built to 
out live life's war.


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My Temple Message

Space up your brain frame/
Flame up your main pace/
Dish up your thoughtful rhymes/
Blood out your soulful goals/
Scratch mark your tearful poems/
Dress up in your motherful tongues/
Spiting fatherland splits via ancestral grave-zones/  
Hang up your lyrical cloths/
Dope visions for lifeless poets/
Skin tones glorifying Lucifer's bones/
Convert brains its no animal stains/
Socks up your manhood pictures/
Wipe all your demonic tales/
Paint misfortunes of recital codes/
Drive through inspirational poems/
Prayers singing rap tones/
Dust of earth you are the Maker's breath/
Space up your brain space/
Kick start your waking up calls/
Shelf life records no political stones/
Fist up artistic roles/ 
Masculine verses exercising best prose/
Shaping Amandla when we strike blows/ 
Poetic armies baptized in the name of lost roads/
Flushed ish reflects case closed/


Details | Rhyme | |

DEVILe SOUL

My heart, in a slimey slum of a demon pit. 
Devils, who know me by name, start to taunt.
They mock, "funny how your heart can't take a hit." 
they continue to hackle, "You can't even handle a human girl you want."

The visions in my minds eye of my hate for the fallen take whole. 
Laying bodies in waste, what a mess. 
Bloody bodies hanging, several demon heads stuck on a spear? No a pole.  
My evil grin. My other self, "What a shame, all these beautiful bodies and no priest to bless." 

"Awe!" they echo with a shrill, 
"but you are there and we are here. What a inconvenient trill."
One shallow breath and a deep voice, "You might even be to weak to heal, 
I bet, it is you, who we could kill."

The visions came fast, burning images in my brain.
Visions of ripping through demons one in the same.
A rational thought; This is what I deal with and I begin to wonder if I am sane.
I remember a pastor once telling me, that I am like a wild stalion, far from tame.

The vision ends. Communicating to them. "You weak maggot spirits," I grumbled,
"you know me by name and outcome." They all start to shake and to one another they mumble.
"I am The Omega, I am the end." Evil smirk. "With a thought, past your graves, you I can send."
They with draw back into the dark. Back to normal, sitting all alone in the park.

I don't have 2 haves of a spirit. I have 2 wholes in one soul.
I am more than full. I am way past whole.
I have 2 seperate voices, in my mind. Both function and work together.
Almost like we are 2 birds of a feather.

I can feel him sleeping sometimes. Like present and bearly aware.
I wonder if sometimes the opposite is also true? And out of our eyes, it is he, who will stare.
It does not worry me, it is just a question. I really don't care.
1 thing good about being 2 of us. I have nothing to fear.


Details | Ballad | |

Lady Arcane

[Daughters of Lamia] Today we walk from our graves You can't wish, pray it away The Inflamed Coven's emerged You Will receive what you deserve Retribution of the flaming shade Your Malice will be paid, In Harm's way [Aharhel] Her Convoluted face burning with fear Of the fall of the gate seering their minds with the deft of the legion The Army of the plague Scourges your land Scourges your Children Scourges your hope [Lady Arcane] I, The White Madonna - The Poison Mistress Hold The Rose to Salvation - Hold The Fruit to Arcane Closer, Come, Child you are mine [Daughter's of Lamia] Lady Arcane wants your fear Lady Arcane wants you near Lady Arcan is here Lurking In your tears clinging to your spilled blood the east has always been near The Left hand reaches to the right side in disguise In Malice's Disguise Therionacy break you down to thy knees To Thy Knees!


Details | Burlesque | |

Did You Win

 Use it against them. Im still in my, I can see the double dream happening. Everyone is happy because they want u to leave them alone. Yout inner soul is your GPS, but again it gets to the point where you want more so you are chasing a high a feeling of no problems and no worrying of anything. Chasing hi= utopia land of good feelings. 
Everyone keeps saying, well i could have, i could have but i didnt do it. Quit talking about it. There is a war in my brain telling me to stop but continue its slow brute war continously fighting. I see from the outside now. This place is a large trap waiting to bring you inside. Night Brings Creature comforts, nice women nice weather, everyone is happy but it is a trap. You are stuck in this world or really not having it but oh so close. Tomorrow or the next day. It will happen, they continue to say but when no results come, it is always you know i could have if i wanted to but i didnt. Walking down an Endless road. Everday feels as if it was groundhog day. Ek is very confused on why Ek has a bruise. OPening a door at the house, fighting another guy,and football are the options. What is really the truth? Are you living a continous ground hog day and memory dump? It is just so weird, I want out or do I? Ek can not keep the words from flowing out of the mouth. Operation is compromised. It was done to make the appearance seem what it is not but it is killings in the long run. I have to stop it from leaking out. As my head reads the screen from left to right, my body becomes glued to the seat and I cant move. Time races and the meter runs up. Concentrating hard as the words begin to flow more and more, time continues to fly and I cant focus anymore. I can still see the sweat rolling down my face. EK turned on the faucet. Words pour out tlike water as people are left to die from thirst. Millions of gallons of water has not leaked out but with time a million will seem like 2 dollars. I am beginning to wonder why I can not move. My feet are submerged, my knees now. I keep reading. The Night Bringing Creature comforts begin to listen harder to Ek and everything that comes out quenches their thirst. Ek is blinded by the bright faces seen. What Ek cant see is the mirror held in front of the Night Bringing Creature comforts. mirrors hide their true identity and reflects something else. The water is up to my chest now. I see I can leave and I do. As I'm outside, I look in to see Ek has ran out of water. He knows. He prays.


Details | Bio | |

The Man Behind the Mirror

Behind the mirror, the man is seen Where on our streets surrounded, Friends Thousands met cold, untimely death With screamed echoes of souls unrest Bullets flied, guns blasted ceaselessly Children dead in their mothers’ arms Father, for his lost son searched Found him only, with parts cut in shreds. Behind the mirror, was the man there? Our Young children, to soldiers turned Educated only in field of war Guns carried, bigger than they can bear Faught battles, of no cause but fear To read or write, they dared not do But to shoot or kill, well informed they were. The man behind the mirror, how did he rest? Our babies, dead while he sound slept In his glorious, paradise mirror he kept Still offered nothing, but violence more Promised, inflicted upon innocents, murder If anyone dared open their mouths to speak Or, if orders came of his seat to render. Behind that mirror, my freedom he took Our homes Burned; our stores looted Citizens, chased out of a land to love Forced into exile for years so many Adapted to a culture so not ours From scratch, we started to build Until bit by bit, we rose so high above Like an eagle, up up and away. The man behind the mirror, for him I always blame The color so dark, on our backs stained Bruises so deep, forever left to heal Visions of his bloody watch, repeatedly, us plagued Flashbacks of dear ones loved, Snatched, And palmed away by cruel, hateful death With tumbled bodies over bodies All soiled up into one tiny hole. Behind that mirror, the man will always be With blissful look in his red, budging eyes Wishing evil gleefully, with a dark smile His laughter,joy, through my anguish I see My heart beats fast, like a thunder sound And the more my hate for him increase Oh how I wish, that mirror came crashing down Then, a taste of his own medicine, he shall get


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...


Details | Free verse | |

This is what happens when I write a poem pissed off

Look deep and hard
Into my eyes.
What do you see?

Neither pain, nor demise.

The burning hatred
Like fire inside
Heats up the very beast tonight.

Play coy.
Pretend it's fake.

Show all.
This is just a game.

When the time comes,
You wont be laughing.

When the time comes,
You wont be smiling.

In the distance,
There will be a scream.
Not of joy,
But pain and suffering.

This little game
You tried to play.

It got tried, weak.

Now your worst fears are here.
Be prepared.

I am no angel.
I'm not a devil.

Play me as a fool,
I use you like a tool.

I'll watch you cry.
Hurt. Bleed inside.
Watch thepain shine through your 
very eyes.

Yes, in the end
I will be the one laughing.

Yes, in the end
I will be the one smiling.

While you risen so high, off your 
stubborness and pride.

I'll enjoy every second
When you fall
Weak as you lost it all.

Your game is up.
Enjoy this bringing of hell.
For.. It's my turn now.


Details | Free verse | |

National Anthem USA

"National Anthem USA"
Hands to hearts with baseball capped compassion 
We swear on a timeless treasure of freedom
Asking new artists every time to hit the tender spot of America
They beg for the chance to sing the Francis Scott Key to our hearts
 
Rebellious revolutionary days forced us to face
The king of England, most taxing on our troubles
A tumor so ugly and far away from the truth
He was growing ever more malignant

With every year of passing this country grew more proud
Endearing us to older countries we certainly had to prove ourselves
Throughout tumultuous efforts 
We fought on this land and others

From the souls who struggled with hand packed gunpowder and bullets of balls 
To the men who survived amputation and the casualties of consequence
M.I.A'.s and P.O.W.'s in Vietnam with green turtle shells on head, they fought like dogs 
Tags to remind us are plenty because freedom is not free 
Semper Fi sweet marines

And for new lands so vast, they were to become the new states
Of mind for auspicious entrepreneurs who knew the greatness
We were blessed with the new land to our west 
Exploring revelry which led us to find the other shining sea
Gold made us rush while liberty allowed us to stay

Settlers moving west across the nation brought much trepidation
But nowadays we have a future to forage for the best it has to offer
As we dine on democracy from the plate of our predecessors
Begun with the melody that makes people goose bump  
The Star Spangled Banner


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D day

look where I am 
in the memory of a massacre 
human against human


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The Dark Con of Man

Life is like a scarlet opera with its glory of the sun in blue.
With doors and windows fragile to the evil that stream through.
The era of sin is as the dawn of Man.
The peak of the cover up in human history is our con.
So true the con of man that we slay for it.
Our indulgence is like a lipstick smudge.
Blurry to the common mind.
Blurse! Oh Blurse.
What we mistake for a woe is no foe.
Only the keepers know the phony light in man.
Apocalyptic sayings are not allied to the con.
What we speak of is so grand that ye olde speak of it unavowedly a whisper.
Truism is thy word not so false a great lie- the word of man.
Men of the shadow speak of it as an undue tale of holy plot.
The tale I tell is not of the ordinary.
True blue. Oh! True blue.


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Life

Life is living 
But then again it’s not
Because living goes on
Stop breathing
Life stop

Picture this if you may
To help you understand
How a person lives forever
After creating a man

Life is a path
That can go many ways
The roads are cloudy battle fields
With soldiers in a daze

Some are chosen
Some say {f_ck it} {bluff it}
While some give up
and cries tears by the bucket

Life is a tough road
But we can all get to the end 
And go on living;
Loved, Remembered, and as a great friend

So soldier march on
The further less dazed
The further the march
The greater the praise

So climb the mountain 
Swim the ocean,
Sometimes don’t look back
Because some soldiers
In the battlefield
Just don’t know how to act

But some should be saved
Because on this road you’ve bled
But only if he’s bleeding
Still crawling ahead

Then pass the sword
And forget your graze
Because the more soldiers to the end
Insure better days


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War Of The Mind

on my fathers feet i stand
i feel sweat on my back
i'm fighting a war
war of the mind
i'm fighting myself
my inmost being
i ain't seeing nothing
yet trying hard to aim at something
i want to fight to the finish

now i feel what my fathers felt
i see what i was not able to see
even from the window of a plane
that which my fathers saw
while they sat on their seats
in the common room
i'm fighting a war
war of the mind
i hope to defeat the state
my state of mind
this i can not lose
i'll fight to the death
until victory is won


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Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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Commandment Battlement - Part Four -

Trumpet the ethos of these wading warriors with the hollowed bones 
of their panygeric prophets,resonating triumphant tones,
to forever honor,protect,& perpetuate the valor,virtue,& victory of this Holy Order,
the irridescent echo seeps from their Father's tombs,
for what extent shall I blaze myself and minions in the arrows path,
so to coddle an intangible hope made of a prayer's dope,
or in a mind where a prevailing vision roams,
nay, to avert that macbre nightmare of having my People's progeny becoming the pigmy
of a teething tyrant who condones the perversion of civilization's tomes,
a coalesced consciousness consummated by the last bastion
with a vigorous vigil on this Christmas Eve,
solemn and sacramental the emotion is which this of our hearts 
the Almighty exhumes,

A dispatched soldier ploying as scout,remote, waiting ignorantly to be smote,
a far but not forgotten armored satellite being selfless,
his vanity enemy's threat consumes,
an unbridled but composed offensive of a triplicate terror delivered
by an indefatigable knight ,
an ultimatum presented simply but also strictly,
one at least his assault maroons,

J.A.B. - Part Four -


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Abraham Lincoln "Happy Birthday Feb.12th"






Abraham Lincoln was the very one.

In the year of 1861.

While at war word had come.

"A soldier in blue slept through his watch.

And unless forgiven would soon be shot."

Nonsense! He said. I know this lad.

To kill this boy would most sad.

I'm sure he fought from dawn to dusk.

The sleep he took God knew he must.

Forgiveness granted! Go stop this act.

Their's been enough death .

His honor's intact.

Compassion and wisdom was Lincolns forte.

Kept our nation united and freed all the slaves.

              

by MAFLongfellow


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A Resolution for This time

A Resolution for This Time
(Based on Eccl. 3:1-15)
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I long to see the beauty of my time
Hear music from eternal bells that chime
Enjoy earth, till this good life I sever
Look toward heaven that last forever

I’ll grasp my part in each life occasion 
Banish thoughts and deeds of ill persuasion
Accept God’s design for each life season
Submit that I need not know His reason

I will celebrate life so wondrous born
Understand that death is not always scorn
Propagate goodness and wholeness in life
And uproot that which causes pain and strife

I’ll concede it’s sometimes proper to kill
But until convinced I’ll promote goodwill
Useless things I will tear down and destroy
Then plan to build, and work efforts deploy

I will comfort the hearts of those forlorn
Together find God’s healing as we mourn
Dare to dream, love, have hope, and take a chance
Embrace the moment, laugh, and learn to dance

I’ll speak with passion, let pieces scatter
Gather the fragments, avoid the chatter
Engage opinions, proceed with a shrug
When acceptable, open arms and hug

For things of value I’ll search at great cost
When searching is exhausted count it lost
When usefulness has ended, throw away
But don’t allow important things to stray

Now is the time to tear some things apart
Then with care I’ll mend and make a new start
Learn the lesson that silence is golden
Of words fitly said men are beholden

I pledge to hate what is cruel and unjust
Teach that kindness and fairness are a must
In war, anger and malice find release
But I’ll use my voice to encourage peace

Yesteryear’s events once again will be
To measure their success we wait and see
God’s deeds are good, lasting and without flaw
Of Him and His works I will gaze in awe.


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' Lord Alfred Tennyson ...' (Classical-Tribute) 62nd Senryu

‘ Lord Alfred Tennyson … ’ (Classical-Tribute)  62nd  Senryu



       Tennyson Thundered
‘ The Charge Of The Light Brigade ’
      Salutes … Six-Hundred


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Drippity drip drip

Take me there I don't care Touch my hair Eat this pear!!! I am bare Want to share? Do you care? I am bear I'll let you stare Don't go there By the chair Or on that stair? Your skin is fair You look like Cher Come to my lair But pay my fare Drippity drip drip


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Nuclear Impunity

How long do we have left?
Before science and demonic expression,
falls upon our eyes, unfolding the dense, compressed universal matter.
Drenching our son's and daughters, in a blanket of screaming lucid poison,
the children of understanding, unleashing the lion,the apex of destruction.
Those poor innocent slaves of war, Human novelty stacked and stored
to what resolution, mother stroking her baby's hair, her 
Little fingers grasping finger.
Old man pushing a cart just given all he had, too sacrifice and starve,
the flash of heat, come fulfil the street 
Then back home burgers, medals and beers!
we appreciate our survival, fuck the rest, in-denial,
Funny eyes and no American football!
would never believe the devil fooled you,
Would you?
It doesn't matter now,  the cotton flag remains untarnished, 
glossed up smothered in varnish, we the heroes of this tragedy
Dull-grey sky, sombre and clammy.
Chivalry died a long time ago, and honour is ours to make believe,

Living a lie but living free!


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Captain John Francis Dailey, Jr

His sister said to Johnny
“You’re going to go to war
The draft board called your number
They’ll be knocking on your door”
Johnny said “I don’t like marching
And I’ve never loved the sea
That only leaves one option
It’s the Army Air Corps for me”
So he dropped out of his college
And joined the Army Air Corps
He learned to be a pilot
And then he went to war
He was not a fighter pilot
He didn’t fly a jet
He piloted the transports
The biggest you could get
He was flying in the South Seas
When he met an Army nurse
Then something clicked inside him
It was love right from the first
They had to wait the war out
Till the Army nurse went home
They married in her hometown
Then the Air Corps made them roam
In October then of forty-six
They had themselves a daughter
In the Panama Canal Zone
Then he’s flying off over water
Then they lived in Puerto Rico
Where they had themselves a son
September then of forty-eight
They were proud of what they’d done
When they moved to Massachusetts
Johnny’s hometown state
He transferred to the Reserves
Still flying that airfreight
They had another daughter
January – Nineteen-fifty
They were settled into a quiet life
Till Korea got too shifty
Johnny said “I am a pilot
And I was born to fly
I’m going back to full time service
I belong up in the sky”
So he’s back up in his transports
In missions he did live
He said “I’ll do what I must do
And I’ll give all I can give”
In July of nineteen-fifty-one
Another daughter’s born
Then Johnny’s off and flying
His heartstrings all but torn
Then October of that same year
On a quiet home bound flight
Out among the Azores
His plane dropped out of sight
No activity in the area
No SOS last call
He said “I see the Azores”
That was it – that’s all
Despite a massive air search
The biggest one to date
Not a piece of plane or personnel
Nothing known yet of their fate
They searched the sea for weeks and weeks
The airwaves – this and that
He left behind a loving wife
Four kids, a dog, a cat.


Captain John Francis Dailey, Jr. USAF (1918-1951)
It was 60 years ago this October that we lost our Dad.  We never really got to know him but miss him just the same.

Mdailey	10/15/11


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Fired Up

Fired Up

Suddenly slow, then frozen up…My heart began to pound.
My computer means so much to me. It’s my touch to the outside world.
Then my knight came in the door… determined my dragon to slay. 
And let me tell you… as dragons go… he can slay anything.

Dragon fire can be hot, but this one was immensely worse.
Nothing at all seemed to work. This dragon was really strong.
Shield after shield fell from my knights’ grip… 
But thank God… he never, ever gave up.

Night after night he fought with might and studied his foe with thought.
Each night he scanned every road… for where a lair could be stowed.
His sword swung with might nightly… erasing him from the land. 
But still the dragon was able to come back breathing fire upon all at hand.

He knew how to open every back door. He was cleverer than any I had seen.
But steady as a rock my knight and prince… continued to protect my way of life.
Finally, one day, with four new shields and with Excalibur by his side…
The dragon's spawn was slayed one last time,  then a miraculous silence remained…

My knight had sacrificed so much time and sleep… that I truly cried.
This dragon was from a far away land where more dragons are made with pride.
But my dear knight is willing to wait by my side… His shield and sword nearby.
Thank you I say with hugs and kisses… For my knight in shining armor, my life… 


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Draconian I

[The Cypress Is In Bloom]
The cypress is in bloom
I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom
Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign
My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery
We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take
She's in my mind, vaporously,
Lauding with my, dangers and fears
Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths
Leading me go Cypress, Marigold
Immortally, willows, forevermore
Forevermore

[To Question; To Know]
My argentine silence, your only condonicy 
Ends with such eath
The Mockingbird in me--died
Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame
With an infinity of joy
Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names
My breath starves for only more
The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore 
She falls to her knees, why for?
Celandine she will be
Celandine is she

[Bead]
The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins
Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end
In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux,
La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux,
So Celandine are you
Celandine are you

[Draconian]
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin
Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within


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Thoughts of Rage

I've been pushed past the point where I'm willing to cry No longer having the energy to fly Always looking into the enemies eyes Rage enough to light up the sky Heart turning dark no love for the enemy Feelings gone replaced with a powerful energy Eyes illuminated with a black light, everything is grey to me Ready to eliminate any weapon that's thrown at me My rage has poured into the extreme Thoughts of the enemy unclean Deep breath, in out, focus while on a wall i lean Rethink on happy thoughts, trying to get rid of the sting Anger so hard to control Flames visible when my eyes are closed Tightening the bonds i try to keep my hold Defrosting my heart from ice cold


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7-7 London terror

7/7 London terror attack 2005

7/7 London terror 

On the local bus and heading west, 
Going into London town. 
There's something happened ahead, 
Coz' the police are all around. 

There are sirens in the distance, 
There is panic in the air. 
I am early for my interview, 
So I do not need to care. 

Then a phone call from my brother, 
And I asked, "what's all the fuss?" 
His words to me were frightening, 
"Get off that bloody bus". 

He spoke then of the carnage, 
Of the scenes of disbelief. 
The blood, the smoke, the murder, 
The unrequited grief. 

I could not travel further, 
As the news it quickly spread. 
Reports of bombs and suicides, 
And of countless people dead. 

I walked into a betting shop, 
Saw the broadcasts of the news. 
Then I saw those scenes of carnage, 
And those sad uncensored views. 

I saw the blood, the tears, 
The shock, the sobbing cries. 
I asked God, "what is happening?", 
As the tears filled up my eyes. 

To the bastards who have killed today, 
It is you we do not fear. 
For every person you have killed, 
There are ten more coming here. 

You can bomb us in the tube trains, 
On the buses, in the street. 
You can hi-jack cars and aeroplanes, 
For its us you won't defeat. 

You can bomb us in our villages, 
You can bomb Old London town. 
You can bomb us in the countryside, 
For you'll never bring us down................ 

In memory of the victims of the London bombing of 2005


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Warz

Enemies of likeness attacked
Not a single soul has your back
What's a young thugsta to do?
Prevent the enemies from making that deadly screw!


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Standing Alone

Raiding hoards assemble to make the attack;
Aerodromes on high alert, we’ll fight them back.

Brave souls scramble to cockpits everyone;
Awaiting the final vector to where the deed is done.

Away boys! Away! 
And off they take to meet their fate,
The dwindling few do not hesitate.

Some to return and some to not;
Together forward they meet the onslaught.

Sirens blare the target is sure,
To your guns lads! We’ll give’em a cure.

Barrage balloons aloft, we’ll keep’em up high,
The gunners are ready, waiting the spotter’s eye.

Run from your flat to the safe tube below,
Gas mask at the ready, you just never know.

The old man leads us in songs of good cheer,
Knowing all the while that our end could be near.

Bombs drop and the guns blaze,
Another neighborhood disappears with a haze.

The docks are burning a bright orange hue,
Damn you bloody bastards, our boys will take care of you!

Swirling trails against blue skies,
Belie the deadly dance taking place before our eyes.

Flaming wreckage, another early grave,
More mothers grieve, have we all gone insane?

Finally all clear, we creep from our boroughs,
Shattered buildings surround, but the Jack’s still unfurled.

Mr. Churchill walks the rubble to buck up our faith,
On the beaches, in the fields and in the streets he says,
We’re standing alone, but to persevere is our fate.

This one is for my dear friend Gladys. She was 11 and living in London during 
the blitz.


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DESTINY CALLS


DESTINY CALLS

Rising higher and higher the warplane climbs 
through the hazy sky, sun reflecting off the distant water 
far below through a gap in the clouds. 
Missiles hang under delta wings 
ready for instant launch when an enemy 
is spotted across the distant sky. 
An inhuman machine with the looks of a goddess 
and the power of a god, this is a thing of mans own creation 
yet almost with a life of its own and an electronic soul. 
Radar eyes see a hundred miles and infrared sensors scan 
the icy cold sky, fuel drinking engines push Mach2 forth 
onward and upwards to the battle area, the whole sky. 
Night falls and stars glint like diamonds on black velvet, 
light years distant. A faint glimpse on the radar, 
a skin paint tens of miles distant, missile seekers focus 
a needle of energy. Enough! 
A white incandescent light and a whoosh of flame 
and the missile is on the way, out of sight in seconds, 
a faint glow dimming. In an enemy cockpit a similar scene 
is being played out in this high tech duel of chess. 
Rapid manoeuvres to defeat the devil’s missile 
and maybe a chance to meet him if you fail. 
As  g-forces crush you and the stars go vertical 
do you think of your wife or pray you can win 
this dangerous battle where you are meant to be the best? 
War in the air, ruthless and utterly cold blooded 
eight miles above the earth.


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The Vanity of Religion

Your above, but you love me, don't you? just by your words, but not in your heart if that makes it easier to face me let it be a start You know what is better for me? pretend monsters and men with wings a place after the conscious leaves whats wrong in believing in eternal black peace? Then there was nothing, not even silence everyone shook by his outspokenness every last hope of his lies only in people who truly exist not of fairies in the sky but of heros like you and I who are not afraid to die and end all in the blink of the eye the eye that you say overseeing us all is probably the smarter for being the father of the story that gave hope to the helpless a crutch for me is useless Spirit in the sky I hear you late at night your with me as I cry against me when I lie guiding light shining always reminding I am never alone with a warmness inside I know that I'll make it with this religion defined as mine


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Un Be Friended By The Enemy




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Some-time's We live our life
We strive to proceed
Within-in the Body of Christ
But, When it's time to
Say our AMEN
      ------
Here come's the Devil
He pretends to be your friend
Now, He may be a brother
A sister or what have you
Just the same He is there
To comfort you,
      -------
But, the first time that
You turn your back,
Here He is,
With the sneak attack....
The pleasure is all His
      -------
Shall, I spend all my time
Suspended in Prayer
With the Devil,
Awaiting me at His layer 
             Fore,
 He can never go there
Fore truth is in Prayer
        -------
Oh', Shall I spend my time
Fighting the Devil,
He can reel you in,
And that next time We
See you, it would be at
The End of a shovel...
With dirt in your face
With the ground soon
To be leveled.... 
Eternity erased...
      ------
In less than an hour
Their will be may-be
A rain shower...
Or People with flower's
Fore this is the Devil's 
Finest Hour...
        -------
Six Feet Under

       ------
So, Yes, I rebuke Him
Any-time that He comes'
Near the Light.....
For the Lord to intercede 
And kiss the Devil good night
      --------
So, when the Devil come's
Dressed as a friend....
He trend's to deceive You
And act like a friend
But, don't let Him in
Fore He is just pretend
      -------
He has been Deviling for years'
Invoked all kind of fear's
But, left to the imaginations'
He is just a cheap thrill
      ------
One fraught with tears'
               And Fears

Of the promise's that were
Bestowed upon Thee,
The truth that was Yours'
Meant to last for the all of
Eternity.... 
       -------
Those thing's bestowed by God
In the bid to set us Free
That was Our inherit Nance
At no cost to you and me
      ------
            By God, Him-self....
      -------
At the inception of creation
By the bind's of Eternity....  


                  GF



**********Notes*********

When walking in the ways' of Christ, people will come into your life.
Some-times' they are long trusted friends. But, If they do things'
that are not on the level....Chances' are that they are doing the
work of the Devil....Take them to Heart, intercede them to the Light
When all is done...Thus, goes' the fight. Fore Jesus Christ, with all
His might....has again assured Us that He is the Light!  GF


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Einherjar

 
Another harsh Winter we must face It Matters not, no one can escape Fate Not Even The Gods With Bravery we shall Stand Strong In Care we shall advance onto Vigrid Fenrir Will Lay dead By Dawn's Perch Trim Your Nails, to Prevent Naglfar It's time to suit up; We Are The Einherjar Protector's of Ragnorak The Army of The Gods The Lovers of Valhalla All of Midgard will sing Of our triumph and their Defeat Sadly all will come, In a twinkling To An Utter End Madi, Magni, Sons of Thor Balder, Hod, Residence of Hel Lif, Lifthasir, of Yggdrasil Do us well Remembrance of our noble deeds Is all well enough Sing the Song We Are The Einherjar


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mushroom cloud of war

~*~ mushroom cloud of war howling winds with lightning bolts anger in the clouds ~~**~~ ~*~
haiku/senryu blended hybrid


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divine intervention of nothing to live for

what do you do for a living super soldier?
you are paid to go to another country and kill people you dont even know
what do you do for a living head doctor?
you are paid to lie about mental health, and continue to carry out your torture
what are you paid to do journalist?
write slanted reviews as you tear apart the lives of good people
what are you paid for mr officer?
hide the truth of who the real victoms are and lie on tv so the journalists dont have 
to

what have i been doing for a living?
nothing, ive been too busy
scrambling away from you
job to job
city to city to get away from being victomised again

whats it like to have no reason to live you ask?
i would die to prevent what you have been doing to me

whats it like to have your soldiers go to war for another country
to end terrorism, as you are being terrorised, reaching out daily.
its been like being stalked by a serial killer while your rich and famous
inspire him with plots and getaway plans in their television and movies
full of hatespeach they think is funny

whats it like to to watch your people die to help someone who just cried wolf
whats it like to play the victom constantly
you dont have a monopoly of hardship and world tragedy
you weild it like a weapon of lies and gameshows
to practice your manipulation techniques

what do you do for a living amnesty international?
link your information to the pentagon to assist your allies in war
by killing the people who torture or people like myself
before you get caught....or do you just book yourselves
front row seats to your sick little games

in a situation of nonstop constant no brainers
the lies of you 700 people is a war crime of conspiracy
no wonder you consider blowing your head off
after the realisation, a no brainer situation
and your still thinking

the world revolves around the simplest things
i would kill people like you for a penny
to buy the divine intervention of nothing to live for

apparantly im not going to accept the fact
that after your game of making me miserable
im just going to have to wait to be murdered
im not going to accept that
and i will kill people like you for free

when you have no right to your own person as a human being
when your pets have more rights than you do
when soo many people use stuck on stupid
as their subtle excuses
they are the enemy realised
it is your turn to die in the streets of society
since nothing changes anything
now go die


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The End Time

Falling hard,the blackened skies
Admonishing flashes fill appalling eyes
Missile heads seducing death
innocence screaming as it dies
Accerbating emotions flow
Massive vengence they will show
Turbulent and scurrious are
the casualties of war
Leaders scoff and bitch their pleas
and politicians run for greed
Mothers cry while children bleed
The Reapers grasp is clawing
Apostasy the peoples way
Anarchy will come this day
Blinding chaos and dismay
The prophecies were written
       ARMEGEDDON
The beast has taken in its slaves
and the others are its prey
Tribulation scorns all nations
Clenching teeth in horror
Disease,famine,war and Death
On bloodstained clouds they ride this way
Plagues devour living flesh
Worldwide terror haunts this day
Soon the pain becomes abject
Slaughter now the beast instead
Rising from the burning coals
are the apparitions taunting
       ARMEGEDDON


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Hear These Words

I talk softly to not be heard,
Please God’s ears hear these words.

Be my guardian and watch my day,
Be with me at night and never stray.

The slightest hint of your presence gives me strength;
To hold my head up high to escape life’s stench,
I’m in a nightmare of the world…
I can’t be woken by a pinch.

Monsters are everywhere…some with Angel faces,
Trying hard to steer my tongue…
far away from my Graces.

I talk softly to not be heard,
Please God’s ears hear these words.

I’m like prey…there’s many wolves…they all want a piece,
Speaking loud would cause attention…
And have Evil notice me.
Alone I can’t survive…
I need your love to cover me.

I talk softly to not be heard,
Please God’s ears hear these words.

When you are with me…
I fear no tomorrow;
I can raise my voice to all Pain and Sorrow,
And give thanks to my Lord for the time let borrowed.

Now I feel you with me…I can feel the surge;
I feel the need…I must be heard,
Evil ears must hear these words.

I’m no longer the prey...I will not sit and hide;
I will stand my ground and pull deep from inside,
The power of God and see world's beautiful side.


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Judgement Day

Judgement Day

The misconception about this day
Is that it’s just one day
Well today
You’re gonna hear the truth 
Now you can take it or leave it
But this is what I was sent here to do

Following the war of Armageddon
The earth will morn
It will begin the thousand year process
Of being restorn
For those who survive Armageddon
Hope will be your first born

Now let’s not confuse this moment in time
A day is a thousand years in God’s eyes
And if the wages of sin is death
Then that means
He won’t judge you on what you did before you died

So when the scrolls open, 
It doesn’t read your past 
It’s a new requirement that you must obey
So the earth you can reap at last

So no, you won’t be standing in a line
He will judge you on what you choose to do
During that time
It’s like a chance at redemption
A chance to be a part of a perfect condition
You’ll see your dead loved one and 
The past!
You won’t even mention

The earth will be restoring from the years
Of evil and pain
Cleaning out it’s core
Regenerating – becoming exactly like before
And even when witnessing and seeing all this proof
People will still deny divine force
Yes. And the 144,000 will rule as kings
Don’t believe me its in the verses at Revelation 14.


He has delegated this work in progess
Organized in a way you’ve never seen
And if you don’t heed the word
You will be destroyed
And you wont inherit the earth like the meek

So I say this
Get your mind right and you can
Experience bliss
Cause once the blaze is kindled
And he asks you to keep your head bowed low
You better conform
And if not you gon’ miss the boat

Now this day will come
It’s a time you cant prevent
But I can guarantee that no one 
Will suffer eternal torment
Except the Devil, the one He throws in the abyss

There is hope to fill the silence
And there is another chance
That’s why he died for our sins in advance
You’ve been warned now
So make sure you got a solid plan


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The Idiom and the Oddity Part 2

Page 4

They do not move a muscle                           
Nor give unto their fears
But contemplate their carnage
Have you even not, one tear

Had I known you like I do now
You wicked callous beast
I never would have shown you
That my heart was in your reach

When the first drop of precious blood
Impacts upon this ground 
I swear I’ll not forgive you
And by the Gods I’ll strike you down

But could we not turn, this tide
And you and I once more
Find the love sent from about
And do, as we adore

NO,  cause you insist to make my wish
Lie broken on the floor
And wear a glove while touching love
Just like a filthy whore

Don’t think the Gods won’t notice
You’re defiled and you’re sick
By using love to hide behind
To pull this dirty trick

Page 5

Ah, to one trick there’s another   
And I possess my share
Be patience and I’ll show you
What can happen to your lair

With cunning and with cruelty
My counsel will evoke
A very cunning plan
That would make Poseidon choke 

I will converse, with Apollo
To have the sun replace the moon
So therefore catch a tan
If it’s possible, by noon 

Then I’ll call on my Seamstress 
To sew me something smart
With these hand made silver boots
This is Fashion’s off the charts

Of course all my solders
Will be dressed up in their best
Tunics will be optional
And so might the rest

We will decorate the beach
With a bonfire and some torches
So the enemy can watch
While they’re lounging on their porches

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Send a ship down to the tropics                                   
I think seafood would be nice
And one up to the artic 
To fetch all some ice

I know some Greek dancing songs
We’ll get the band to play
And I’ll maybe sing a solo
To melt, their hearts away

Cause no one, but no one
Puts a party on like me
And makes the end to every war
A spectacle to see

When things start dieing down
Very late at night
We all crawl to our ships
And we’ll put out the lights

We give them the impression
We’re all drunk and going home
This should make them feel relieved
That we’re leaving them alone

But that is when we pull 
The oldest trick, found in the book
With a sinister contraption
This deception’s off the hook 

To Be Continued.................


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The Lie

Lying under oath
With an American pin on their shirts
They wave the US strategy
Dance ‘n Killing and Smiling

They plunder our economy
Using the propaganda to show nothing is wrong
The fox is in their bed to fill the illusion
It’s hiding behind the bush to prevent the truth from showing

And the hounds are on the chase
Get out those guns he yells fight for democracy
With a Sieg Heil under their breath
They emulate what was long ago

Listen closely to their words and phrases
Homeland security is a neo-nazi face
It induces post World War 2 Hitler’s German race
Roves descendents created the cinders of Auschwitz’s

Eugencies are alive and well in hiring questionnaires
They want to know how you think
They want to know how you’d react
They twist your mind to test your reasoning

We need true bloods to defend our way of life
He rally’s the crowds enticing the young
You can come home soon when the job is done
I’m sorry, I don’t have a date 

Because the democrats wont give me the money
to hold Iraq into a prison state. To fund the war  
you see where not invaders were liberators
it just looks the same

I have asked for a simple resolution
An agreement without strings attached
Without an ending date to pull the troops out
Why cant the democrat’s compromise

Why is it they don’t understand?
That our solders are there to defend the American land
To trick and sway
Dictatorship! Through democracy is the only way.


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When the lights are gone

It's beautiful, it burns
The most magnificent sight i have seen
It flows, it falls
Thy turn there heads, as my lens focus
The most perfect type of vision
The core of my eye widens,
It speaks, it whispers
The ending to a movie
It rolls, it sinks
It makes my heart pound
It overwhelms me, that there is nothing here but this
That this will soon one day be over,
My blood, it overflows
It twists, it falls,
It rises, it fights,
And in the end,
We are all glimmers of light
All that is here when the day turns to night
At the bottom of the ocean lie untouched skeletons,
A mountain range, with blue skies overhead
With shipwrecked cannons,
Unknown bodies, who fought for this beauty,
Unnamed faces, that will never be traced again,
What makes them different,
Is it what is beautiful, what we can't see
The darkness,
The fear,
The emptiness,
The beauty of nothing,
There is no truth,
The point past certainty,
Where nothing matters,
Because we are all the same,
Now that the lights are gone


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Chasing The Murderer

Descending with time
as we grow against time
let the hatred pull you back

hateful.deceiving.wicked.
slowly rotting into the fallen grave of opportunity

what was once filled with chance
now has overflowed behind your bleeding eyes

what's dead is done
there will be no more

i'll chase you into the past
and push you further away
as you fade under the hands of time

being remembered for defiance of hatred. your line of betrayal.
back up, further away.

you're descending with time,
as we grow against time.

love never backs down.
love lives on forever.

your black heart must have been born dead.
like the line that represents your life.
he lives on, we live on.

your evil eyes will soar straight to the ground
as we run against time


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Future State

Incursion,moribundant
Iniquity,a malediction
Too late for reflection
No use for apologies
The harm has been done
Animus emotions
No war is ever won
Abjective adversity
Asperity of atrophy
Aberration then infamy
A molevolent society
A dictators sick dream
Future state,our reality!!!


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SAPPHO'S SISTERS

SAPPHO'S SISTERS    Song of Ulysess

is this Sappho to whom i speak
the bride of lesbos with the low forbidden voice
who climbs the rocky mountains’ dangerous  peak?

call in the blue daughters of twilight to rejoice
in the bursting spring. 
war weary are my men--- far from familiar arms of home.

she , obliging, twirls her tantalizing songs and lyre--
lights my camping soldiers with the fire
of her bold call-- vibrates them with darkness of unknown desires
but she, unknown to me, orchestrates a horrid tune of tragedy unforeseen.
sirens of her sisters , assisting, yearn--
ablaze in fragrant beauty unmanly to resist--
the lyre of Sappho spins the tune that turns the doom of noble heads 
the most valiant heroes desert their posts-- slaves to lush open arms that hold them ‘til they burn.



Victoria Anderson Throop ©
(rewrite from 2012)




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Fertile Crescent, iii

Fertile Crescent
and Vestigial Conscience

The sun overshadowing my morality
my self- righteousness eclipsed

Where early mans' dawn is, 
Our sun over my left *should* threaten to tinge me if
I pontificate platitudes that fail to connect us to
full stomachs for our children, solid comfort during our elders’ aging and respite needs
 
That McChrystal was sacrificed at the altar
the way Abraham (*pause) to show faith
O yea, my ancient ancestors from Ireland
Maybe they had roots in Celtic lore
Heralding Beowulf’s heroics
And maybe they had someone in some way connected to 
 various seafaring warring factions!
 
Tyranny and takeover spark hatred
vitriolic
blinding rage, like
action- oriented swarming killer bees~
Vestigial, then, is it - our
primordial consciousness?

Weeping flows, but flash floods cannot compare, 
and the burn of fury that hot lava
NO! of liquid molten, from the deepest depths of Earth's core - 
even that cannot compare 
to the condemnation
my foe must assume.
 
With this pen I secure my conduit to the divine, 
My unpretentious foothold here from my pedestal, 
denouncing injustice! 
My spears are fueled
 
Fertile Crescent
Ghosts of pharaohs
Branded timeless in stone
Reigning order
Condemning the vilified,
as it is published by
The Royal Geographical Society:
Syria as the Gateway between East and West
Leonard Woolley
The Geographical Journal
Vol. 107, No. 5/6 (May - Jun., 1946), pp. 179-190)
And why shouldn’t this be so?
 
Beowulf, an earliest epic
Of Old English
How proud and agile to be able
To confer your legacy in written format
Onto your generations and incursions ~
 
Daughters of the American Revolution, 
weren't you early colonists settling in Maryland?
Wasn't The Crown's high noon tea wrought with hypocrisy?

I was wrong when I supposed 
McCongress ordered striking the King's son
off the Dollar Menu, To Go, 
when they showed up at the
Drive-Thru window
 
Morocco & France have tensions
today that sprouted around this very topic, you know.
Everyone has to pay attention to who the special children are, 
from the special castes - it is written and taught in
children's international fairytales 
written by nations collectively-
cultures present their insides
in their telling of morals embellished
inside gripping tales
to their children,
use of cultural symbols and
delectable terms,  the signs all 
lead directly to the diaper room. 
But for this poet, it was the Irish potato famine
forbidding entry into libertine culture.


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Mystical Dreams

Hypnotic trances veiled with incomprehensible metaphors, 
epiphanies flooding like colossal waves swallowing the shores, 
drowning in visions of pestilence with bodies devoured by soars, 
decaying remains of humanity covering the floors, 
The DreamCatcher reflecting images of apocalyptic wars, 
projecting the inevitability that everybody just ignores, 
let me show you what it's truly like to open up spiritual doors.


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tree with snake eye's

I'm walking through the desert 
i come upon a dead tree with 
snake eye's and the soul of a 
dead man . he said to me  "run
to where the sun does not rise
and wage war with the dead .
bring your family and friends
into this war , for they are the
weapons of the gods" then the
sands of the desert  blew and
i was standing under the moon
and the tree was gone and my 
eye's turned to dust and life tasted 
of blue mixed with the taste of death
     


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The Caliph's Son

Heading to a cauldron in the dry sea of sands
Far afield the Sahara shores devoid of life
With an array of dexterous army riding further North
Our horses neighs as honed swords beholds Amir al-Mu'mini's hands
Death on battlefield is an honourary worth
Even the treasures of war fuels this sweet strife 
To bring back silvers, gold, and pleasuring flesh
As a "Missing-Captured" for my already bloated chambers
And the crown will yield more cowries if Allah blesses
The throne, to rax few shells to the proselytes or sheik in the madrasas
Who barely tattles my fate but extols me greatly

The fogged dust on our tarsals censored vision in the brown mist
And the day mocked our sights
Yet we fought with fallen numbers till the sun left the east
To the west with blunt swords clanging defeat
While the crescent moon and rayed star decked the night
Our feral horses snorted as the numbers of our enemies diminishes
From thousands to hundreds and then tens till they are no more
Then rode us to the oasis under the night's eyes
The wind sang victorious song for us while we quench our thirst
Even when water taste like sand as we drink there was plenty to pour
In our jars for the next few day's ablution 

~
Our flintlock muskets hug straight at our back
As we rode our horses with our prisoners of war
Tied with our turbans to a caravan camel
Along with ostriches, ivories, kolanuts and salts
To a waiting parade while my horsemen brandished their swords 
It excited the maidens who peeped under a parasol
Their breast dangles like ripe mangos in a tree.
My father rode to me with his horsemen chanting the greatness of God
He was Clad in an ostrich's feather in his turban 
He embraced me and the trumpet went amok with melodious sounds
These I've always desired - a titular prince
Worthy of all admiration in the whole of the five emirates


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Hell To The Grave Part 2

A knife digs into my leg.
 I look down and see my leg turning the same colour as the other’s skin.
Rotting, putrid flesh, spreading its disease up my thigh.
Pain arcs across my chest, spilling into my neck. 
My hands, they’re becoming tentacles as well. 
I can feel my bones shattering, slicing through my skin.

A flash of pain, and I’m on my knees.
My head is splitting from the pain. I can’t even think.
What’s my name?
 Where am I?
 I hear a hoarse voice in the back of my mind.
Give in. Let go. Now.
Unfortunately I don’t have a choice. My mind, it feels crowded.
Something is in my mind. 
“GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD!” I scream, deafening myself.
A blood red is creeping across my vision, clouding my view.
More piercing pain, I can feel my back snapping. 
I topple over to my side. My body is convulsing uncontrollably.
Finally, the pain gets the best of me. I can’t take it any longer.
The pressure in my head, consuming my being. 
I attempt one last bravado. 
I cling to one memory. 
The memory of the girl. 
My daughter. 
But soon even she is corrupted. 
The voice, calling to me. Tempting me. Strangling my mind. 

Then, just before I black out, I hear her voice.
Come play with the me. Join us.
The sickly sweet, echoing charm of her morphs into a deep, throaty rumble.

Join me in the grave.
I am the Gravemind.


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An Occult Fairytale

 
Throw all your roses in the air, For there is no need of love in this lair Corpses laugh and spin Spirits run and play, Under silver ash shadow Magical sparks fill you here, Luring into Sitra Achra Crypt of the Ancient Rosalinean, Majlis al Jinn Lilith’s dance seducing your inner core Nehema’s whispers throwing yourself off the shore, You hope this is only folklore, But you must not fear the dark The Nightmare of the Lost Ark Silents winds whisper Untold truths of revelation to Give you new Trust In Adoration Asphyxiate with Fear As Angelique's eyes Lear Silently you’ll the feel the spirits Of The Howling growing near The Draconian Aeon is here All foul humans beware Samael will always be Near


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a savage heart out in the wilds

Stranded on a deserted isle
your coconut friends stood by
but floated away in the storm
you sought a cave as a dorm
from the flux. You were left in rags
and after many years your eyes' heart in sags.
Those whom you've always thought would be there
have left you unbeknownst in the silent night.
You have become a bear in these wilds
for none to truly be your companion dare
for savage is your path and untamed;
You shall know of war and of death his name. 
Your path is full of misery and dispair
yet you as a good solder you still march on
with a smile on your face,
for in the end you will have won.


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Therion

Slayer of dreams and reality Bow down to his Therion Majesty Vowed to Be beyond Spiritual Supremacy, But too Frail, but too Weak, Were these words of The Transgressor of Our Argentine Destiny Reigned with Blood And with Blood You shall Fall Never denounce the ways of The Wicked For the Wicked you Have Become I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself Look beyond the Book, See the Truth lying there, Gagged and Hooked, Silence screaming to Be Free The Draconian Revelation Will Save thee The same Cold Pressure has erupt inside The Beast dwells in your Pride Dipped in Argentine and Insanity, Captivated by the touch Never looking beyond the Sin, For the Scene remains Empty I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself In your mind When the world Falls, Parodiso will open her halls But not for you, Inferno Cries out for you Forever Malaoda will Be your destiny I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself


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A LASTING TREATY

Wars cause only destruction and death
leaving behind scenes gloomier than itself:
bloody bodies strewn on dry leaves,
while the jubilant king falls to his knees...
thanking God who has brought him victory,
but then looking at his hands he ponders with asperity.


" I have built a kingdom by demanding loyalty,
accumulated a huge army allowing stealing and killing;
but none of this is mine, not even my castle and sovereignty,
I am a horrible king as others have been before me...
I must issue a lasting treaty to save many from dying! "


And standing on the barren hill overlooking the citadel,
he cried out as the wind brushed his long hair so curly,
" Forgive me all, from now on there will be a lasting treaty...
food for all and the best wine in a land that once was evil! "




Copyright 2012 by Andrew Crisci


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Jerusalem, The Jugular - Part One

You can't imagine what its like to march on a sacred city,
to plunder and pulverize a Peoples' promise to Deity,
demolishing centuries of lavish labor, wasting offspring of ancient heredity,
destroying flesh, scriptures and stone with a savage Roman military synergy,
a discipline determined in it's destruction of dissention, inspired by ancestral victory,
politics was not our purview, methodical punishment was our specialty,

We were War's royalty, we were Legio XV Apollonaris,
monsters of Mars, messengers of Apollo, the juggernaut of Jupiter,
along with 11 other Legions led by General Titus, 60, 000 cuts of glory we stood,
for 3 and a half years we fought through Jewish guerilla ambush
asymetrical urban warfare welting our progress like a pirate pestilence
district after district, hell spell after hell spell we bled with chilled maneuver, 
the Zealots were pyromaniacs, burnt sacraficers, their zeal and our bodies zesty wood,
in the Kidron Valley they flooded the streets " knee high " with oiled water
as the Cohorts waded through the lanes leery, a torch was tossed, flames rose in rush
240 men perished like spazing stars trapped in a box, our grief agape with a horrified crush,
as reprimand, Titus made the Legate sit in a tent with his chopped off ring finger
smoldering like hot sand in the hand of a marooned man aware of error in his plan,
the insurgents had men we called Fox Tails, desperate demons who knew how Hell began,
as a skirmish succumbed to our skill and number they would run into apartments,
dragging the fury of our blades into rooms of Hades revenge, these were fire entrapments,
the buildings would blaze like windowed volcanos, screams salting us with panic linger,

It was not uncommon to discover a missing Brother Legionary
castrated, and decapitated with a headedless eagle carved upon his chest,
don't speak to me about morals and mercy for I have seen and dealt the damage of rude death
hate becomes your Father, vengence your Mother, aggravated murder your cause
when everything you revere and fear merge to make a leviathen of life,
the " Chosen People " of God became the chosen target of annihilation,
Mount Moriah, mansion of Yahweh the Pariah would become capital of Divine crucifixion, 

J.A.B.

This poem has been entered into the Roman Legion Contest
to honor Ancient Rome and the Poet who sponsored this historical subject.


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American Air

The needs and wants that freedom flaunts so worth the heavy penny for all the cost of each battle lost reminds me of the horn of plenty in which the air of our fathers fair was one of giving and sharing now all I see are broken tendencies in a society running low on the caring I feel you there, American air with your promise of tomorrow’s greatness you an asylum for dreams brining such finer things that your vast pools of knowledge awakens To touch and feel, a feeling so real as the image burnt into my mind you open your mouth words fail to come out when your lost, jailed and confined Can you remember, the cold of September when hate flew straight into our towers? they could not break the strong will and fate once freedom spread it’s wings of power The roar of the lion the grace of the eagle never gave way to the corrupting evil no, taller we stood as the way people should ever put to the test and the love that we share through our American air why settle, when soaring at our best.


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Ghosts Along The Little Big Horn

The winter winds moan among those forlorn monuments to death,
Marking the spots where brave men fell gasping their last breath.
Upon bleak Calhoun Hill where Seventh Cavalrymen gave their all,
Now lie 225 souls in hallowed graves awaiting Gabriel's call!

The battlefield that once echoed with the screams of dying men,
And the war cry of the Ogala, Sioux, Miniconjou and Cheyenne,
Now teems with the restless spirits of troopers and Indian braves,
Listlessly roving about the Little Big Horn, the gullies and the graves!

On that Sabbath day in June the piercing bullets, lance and arrows flew.
Avenging braves pounced upon hapless victims as they counted coup!
As the sun settles in the west, heard are bugles and phantom steeds are seen.
The moon rises and casts its mellow glow o'er that cold and eerie scene.

Captain Keogh's horse Comanche, the sole survivor, though badly bruised,
Can be heard plaintively neighing for its master, alone and confused.
The curses and cries of men are heard above the clash of tomahawk and steel.
The battle played again and again on that tragic stage seems so surreal!

Yellow Hair Custer, dashing yet impetuous, had made his final stand.
Not a soldier survived the carnage since the Indians held the upper hand!
It seems that these restless souls are ever searching in an endless quest,
Perhaps seeking a fallen comrade or, yes, for well-deserved eternal rest!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved


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Welcome To The World Of This Certain King

"Bring Me Wine,Myrrh and My Sweetheart Daughter Anabella,
My Little Anabella Loves To Listen To The Voice Of Salome,Her Lyre and Her 
Happy Serenade..
Tell My Scribes To Be Fast About Compiling The Exploits Of Their King In His 
Last Battle Campaign..What Is a King Without An Updated Chronicle..
Send In My Little Prince For His Voice As He Reads Through His Texts Of 
Poetry..Lures The King His Father To a Closer Salient Walk With The gods..
Tell The War Generals To Give Me A detailed Brief of Our Next Campaign.."

At Morn..
"Send In The Finest Of Thy Young Warriors..So I can Test My Stealth In The Very 
Face Of Battle and Danger...
What Have Young Men Turned Themselves into..So Lazy,Wanton and Unmanly..
Off My Sight Before I Seek Thy Skulls This Very Instant..
(In Privacy With The Head Warrior)..Oh! Sarskaas Your Young Boys Are one of the 
Best in The Region My Training Sessions Are Truelly Refreshing..Tell this not to 
them Lest you build the Fruits of Pride and Treachery in their Young Minds..
Do Usher in My Seductive Belles to Show Off Their Waists in Acts of 
Poetry,Dance and Linguistic Body Embellishments..."

At Noon..
"You The Dreaded Most Notorious KING Of the Valley..A Demi god,Invincible and 
Indestructible..As I Speak Kiss The Sole Of My Feet and eat this dish of Camel 
Dung mixed with fine desert sand..
Ax-Man when he finishes his dessert Bring me his Head on My 'Royal Golden 
Skull-Dish'..
Usher in the Wise Men of the South..For I want to converse with them in this 
same spirit of Saliency..
Stuff the roast Calf portions with a lot of herbs and Spices..You well know its the 
Obsession of the Men from The south.."

At Sundown..
"Usher in the different contingents of Musicians to Entertain my Salient Guests...
Wrap My 'Lotus Fumes' Quickly so I can Smoke this Life's Troubles Aways..And 
See Through the One Eye of the gods in Solemnity and Blissful Thinkings,
Head Eunuch Do Send A Servant to The Harem..He Should Tell My Queens to 
get A-Ready For Their Lord is in Good Shape for Royal Rumbles and More..
Oh! My Faithful Knights your War plans were excellent..Go Now Enjoy and Excite 
your souls as much..Retain your honour and have the War at the Back Of your 
Minds..
Depart In Peace..Many A-Waists in The Harem are Restless.. 
I go in to Satisfy My Very Own.."
Welcome Again To The World Of That Certain King..


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a dark mind -by mah friend joe

a black void,
merly a gate way into the mind,
a realm shrouded in mystery,
an elementalist stands on guard focusing on one point,
the shadow of a single stone slab,
the beutiful amithist glowing radiently,
is it a thought,
is it his soul,
no... it is his pure essence as he gives in his etire mind and metality
as he opens his eyes and sees the world around him 
war violence,
it is all pointless to him for he see's not a wall but an opening
a mere stepping stone,
his steps away leaving his dark thoughts behind
a single peice of amithist forms in the dirt
-joe


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The Tale of The Dark Night

Warm summers heat rises
 Winters long past and we feel the nights last
 Silver shadows fall on all that stand
 Around midnight you feel a cold cold hand
 
The night everyone dies
 Future generations feel deaths grasp
 Caught with-in deaths cast
 Nights of the dead in a mask
 
There will be nowhere left to hide
 Hand held steady warriors stack
 Tales taught to be turning
 All things left burning
 
Wishing out answers while your learning
 Opening up minds third eye your left yearning
 majestic heroes merging
 Caught by deaths serging
 



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Hell To The Grave Part 1

Hell freezes over. Fire into ice. 
Ice…but without the chill, the cold.
I try to rethink how this happened. 
How a world so green, so vibrant, become hell. 
And now a pale white wasteland.

Agony to relief. A relief that can’t possibly last. 
Impossibilities. A dream. Numbness.
As I emerge from my shelter, built to withstand dry heat, not cool precipitation.
I wonder at the beauty of this new and strange world.
The scorching I’ve received, now soothed by the cooler air.
Miniscule crystals, floating slowly to the earth, sticking to my hair. 
Like dust. Not cold.

I see others as well, marveling at this white world,
 revealing themselves to be inadequately clothed for this overnight change.
I hear a child’s laughter, excited screams as she experiences the cold for the first time.

I turn to watch, a smile on my face. 
There in the white, brash scarlet stains the pureness. 
The girl’s excitement turns to anguish.
She clutches her head, letting out a piercing cry.
Before my eyes, she transforms. 
Her arms, becoming broken and lengthy, ending in tentacles.
Her face, distorted beyond recognition.

More cries, bawling, hammering of fists.
All around me, those whom I’ve grown up with become unrecognizable.
Their skin becomes a sickly green beige, the colour of vomit.

Suddenly everything stops. Silence…






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MYSTIC PARABLE

Stories dared not whispered, legend of great thinker. 
Artificially created Atlantis, maze search for law-giver. 

Hushed lips speak no evil, silly little monkey cliche. 
Privy ancient knowledge, not clear as light and day. 

So-called peace-loving demigods, closely followed in trace. 
Sexually crazed fools, copying angels fallen from grace. 

Pillars of Hercules within island, dynasty king frenzy awoke. 
Powerful and remarkable, ready to enslave at single stroke. 

Originally thought to be noble, conspicuous reveal greed. 
In route to world domination, struck down by Specialbreed. 

Later time earthquakes and floods, extraordinary violence. 
Single dreadful day and night, massive lost of innocence. 

Intervening super mighty one, so-called wrathful Zeus. 
Manipulation of elements, water and lightning bolts let loose. 

Grand golden wall palace, swept aside sea and sunk below. 
Ironical measured payment, for employment of ruthless blow. 

Swiming through labyrinth of wisdom, vie of the celest'. 
Chancing risk of schism, mighty sequential vignette. 

Perplexed pattern in hide, bloody seal of truth. 
Illuminati repelled, for a time real minoot. 

Message of twisted tongue, langual contrivance. 
Masters' visions swoon, in journey through euphoric trance. 

Loud whisper switch, silence left in wake. 
Souls of denizens burned, in fiery scourching shake. 

Prominent eclectic short order, alien wishbone act. 
Convert of non-belief, fierce zealots' minds impact. 

Lucid broken water reflection, visible-eye agleam. 
Blind finding quarry, standing like obelisk beam. 

Instinctive overriding, a slip into lucidity. 
Telepathic mind connection, recede to infinity. 

Exponential theory, base of schematics. 
Common like maybe, superpower military tactics. 

Voice of bleeding knowledge, fade to obscurity. 
Mystic in strange land, fault found in masters of intricacy. 

Undecipherable rhetoric, great monster on chase. 
Featureless darkness, a threat to human race!


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The Death of Saddam Hussein

It's been a long time since Saddam Hussein was executed by the Arab authorities and the U.S. Armed Forces (the U.S. Army, the U.S. Navy, the U.S. Coast Guard, and the U.S. Air Force). This guy had been terrorizing the entire Arabian nation since the Cold War and Operation: Desert Storm. Saddam had been torturing people for no reason and chopping up his victims limb by limb. The Arabians and the Americans are glad that Saddam Hussein's dead, especially for what he did to these people, even his wife.  It seems that he had pure hatred toward other people, including us Americans. Saddam was responsible for the deaths of all innocent Iraqi's citizens. the loser was also responsible for starting the war games in Iraq and stuff. Mr. Hussein was the President of Iraq until he was captured by the U.S. Armed Forces and the then-President of the United States of America George W. Bush. Saddam Hussein was just like Osama Bin Laden, even when that guy killed all of the U.S. citizens in New York City on Tuesday, September 11, 2001. And because of Hussein and Bin Laden, the United States of America had lost its innocence, even since 9/11. Not only was Saddam Hussein a gutless coward, but on top of all that, he was also a womanizing cheater and a heartless assassin, too, as well. But now that this human-killing, soulless, heartless Neanderthal has been executed for starting war games, terrorizing unexpected citizens of Iraq, and killing the men because they couldn't get jobs, go to school, or whatever (good riddance), the Iraqis back in 2004 had moved on with their lives. and not only is Saddam Hussein dead, but Osama Bin Laden is also dead. And as far as the Iraqis, the U.S. Armed Forces, and the U.S. citizens are concerned, the giant Pit of Inferno is exactly where they belong. We all wish Saddam Hussein, Osama Bin Laden, and other terrorists had never been born.


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Point of view

I,my eye,saw a good man doing some thing evil,
out of love...
i saw a "big bad man" give food to his family..
selling drugs...selling drugs
and when he got arrested all his daughter really wanted
was to give a hug...give a hug
"mr.goodguy" bought a gun and started acting like a thug...kinda like a thug
*sirens*
dang...bang,bang
a rookie cop noticed they were both the same "maine",man...
put his mug shot all in the news,and the networks...
got 25 views...
the judge said "who is this young man to you?"
his daughter screamed out "let me go,thats my daddy"
"rookie cop" mumbled,"bastered..almost had me"
they threw the book at him while he took "the time",sadly 

amen??


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sacrifice

from antiquity of the Peruvian Inca mountains
'til today's unsheathed bladed Java buttons clicking
the numbers add up to incessant discounting counting
to sacrifice our own graven image sown sickening

if she floats - she's a witch and frankly must die
if she sinks, well, obviously she's sufficiently pious
when down on the bottom, we can't hear her cries
of sacrifice, still, very little can get by us

filed and defiled is all the better all the while
as the former digits click off of our palms
fingers and toes, complete legs fall away, as do 
whole heads mounting kill count without qualms

virgin girls, citizen children, soldiers of play
their sacrifice is for civilization after all
us, uh, i mean the gods, won't have it any other way
they must have their place on our wailing wall

the altar so sacred, so blood red royal
C-4 strapped around plain white-robed torso
from handlers who assure they have the will of God
sending heavenward, pink clouded supplication - more so

for the sacrifice of the body than of the soul
robed theocratic surgeons who cut off our noses
in a perceived attempt to maintain their control
of those around them that might be opposed to

notions that they need not explain themselves,
or that God demands carnage for reasons unknown,
that their actions should beget peace in our time
that they shan't pick up, to cast, the first stone

that we all could be better humans I suppose
if we sacrificed our pride, instead of our fear
if we worked hard not to be taken for a ride by
admitting things aren't what they might first appear

dunno, but if there is a god for us to pray to
then maybe we could pray to not be preyed upon
and sacrificed for that bloody old world view
time to cook up some whorled peas - and move on

© Goode Guy 2012-08-02


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The Crucible

I can only begin,
To express what its like,
To have gone through such things,
As the crucible hike,
54 hours of torturing pain,
Which only got worse,
When it started to rain,
6 hours of sleep,
Issued 3 MRE'S,
5 recruits dropped,
Overcome by the heat,
After 2 days of hiking,
We were issued our masks,
Taken into a chamber,
Were we get CS gassed,
With the rest of our strength,
We head for the reaper,
Into the mountains,
We hike deeper and deeper,
80 pounds on our backs,
M16 to our side,
Ascending the mountain,
Screaming painfully inside,
The Reapers a monster,
It can swallow you up,
A truck had to follow,
To pick recruits up,
though it felt like forever,
We had finally arrived,
Beyond exhausted,
and sleep deprived,
Then the DI's scream out,
lets pack up our trash,
its time to head out,
So get off of your ass,
The hike back was torture,
But as we got back,
we ate a meal fit for warriors,
then marched straight to our racks,
Some thought they'd been dreaming,
Some wild cartoon,
But we had really overcome it,
As a team, a platoon!
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


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Kalki The Great Destroyer

Exit the chaos from which you are derived the Prince of Providence makes his existence felt with head held miles high for he has survived against all the uneven odds acknowledging the victory he gives a slight accepting nod while at loss for words for he has exceeded more than ever deserved sitting upon his throne, unowned at the highest peak existence has known Hear me Great Destroyer, conqueror of lesser men from heaven or hell, or the wishing well from what shadow did you ascend? a shadow who dominates the light the prince leaves prints of a powerful foresight a kiss goodnight, for the waning age not one sole survive, to witness his rage a chaos reign, for all the accepted learn to control it, or join the neglected I live within the golden gates survivor of the olden days staring frozen by his gaze stuck for eternity in my own mind maze Where have you been? What have you witnessed? How did you become master to the submissive? How did you beat the horror you faced? The Prince of Destruction is of calamity made


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Silent Wars

My screams are void
Interrupted by blurred groans
Drums beating,
Echoing in the dead of night,
Unavoidable
Silent wars has begun 
Quarrels set off,
Throwing away love

Who wins? Who has gone missing?
No one knows in silent wars


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Depression Kills

I don't know how long it has been since i heard your voice, 
I don't know why i left without a word, but it was not my choice.
You wished me away, so i left without a word,
you told me to lose you, that's all i ever heard. 

Tears ran down my face with every thought of you,
not being able to see your smile, it would punch me though.
My chest has a whole, that you put there,
it hurts some times, but its not like i care.

I been hurt to many times before to feel anything at the moment,
I thought we had some thing special, but at the end you broke it.
So now again i am all alone and I have no shoulder,
my life is empty now i am beginning to feel allot colder. 

You showed me what people can be like, some thing like you,
people that hurt others and than walk away like they had nothing to do.
But they don't know that they just ripped some ones heart out,
and your left alone, once again, bleeding on the ground.


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You must remember this

Tonight I’ll disconnect the phone
and lock all doors
and close the curtains.

It will be me and my TV,
some sushi maybe
and some wine.

The couch and comfy cushions
now a small tropical island
in a sea of quiet bliss.

I’ll start with something light
and frothy - something
that will make me smile:

‘Arsenic and Old Lace’ or
‘Beauty and the Beast‘,
‘Great Expectations’ maybe,

before it’s time to brace myself,
to go all-out for perfect bliss -
a box of hankies at the ready.

Yes, for here we are again:
in Paris and in black & white -
and yes of course: it’s raining.

Two people meet and fall in love
while Europe’s burning
and the armies march.

Then, of course, their time runs out
and they must part and say goodbye
amidst the smoke of waiting trains.

(A station is the best farewell:
its sounds and smells so redolent
of love and desolation.)

The camera now shuts its eyes
and when it dares to look again
it is upon a different scene -

another place, another time,
of deserts and of nightclubs,
of Nazi boots and gambling debts:

a place without much hope,
but that for some has now become
their lonely bit of exile.

So, enter Rick into his bar,
a cigarette between his lips,
a hat that’s almost jaunty.

Ah well, you know the story, don’t you? 
Everybody surely knows this movie: 
Casablanca.

Those images of hope and loss,
of grief and laughter - all those
long goodbyes and then those songs:

“You must remember this
A kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh.
The fundamental things apply as time goes by.”

A perfect movie and a perfect ending.
Sad, of course, for yes,
it’s yet another parting…

But what a world to visit once again,
where everything must always be about
these old, familiar enchantments.

Love and loss – and duty, honour
and the faith that all of this will conquer evil
conquer shadows, conquer time.


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Achilles

Achilles can be wise or dumb,
But still his heart was strong and numb.
His fallen soldiers and fallen maidens;
Shall reach and inherit the Land of Eden.

A strong and brave, O' dying god;
Strike your arrows not to this lad.
Aim not his heart or not his heart, 
Cause you’ll just stumble and spill your art.

A wooden horse was destined to enter;
This high castles, it became its shelter.
But it was also destined to live in fire;
Burn! And reach the end of the wire.

We are all destined to live and die,
And we have no choice but to laugh and cry.
No one can live as a human immortal;
Thus let our legacy live, like Achilles and his fatal.


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Jerusalem, The Jugular - Part Three

I carried on to butcher with precision and pride for 5 hours
saving the lives of a Centurion and 6 other Brothers,
and rescued the Standard of Legio V Macedonica from being burned,
I actually sealed my chin wound with the hot metal of the Standard,
for these acts of valor I was awarded the Corona Civica, and a lifetime of  " Night Terrors ",
sometimes I think I died in the ruins of Jerusalem,
sometimes I feel like I'm still there, fighting for the taste of honor or for the " smell of blood "
many of the captured Jews were used as slave labor to construct the Collosium,
we made a death sport arena of Jeruselum,  but there were no spectators cheering
no audience to applaud the agony of two cultures in a death match,
maybe we are all meant to be gladiators, fighting to make noble graves and pyres -

J.A.B.

These three poems, intended to be one composition, have been entered into the
Roman Legion Contest to honor Ancient Rome and the Poet who sponsered
this historic subject matter.


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Trash

I need twelve and ten
welcome to the world    l  cumminity land          like i had a lond dream
and i dont know sweet     then genesis media    off the finish stoll
i be quoting nig all day long beg please loven of money not qurrel and member what to do to work another day colin no no no ready it is not please please I need drugs and  snuff went through the night sleep the number count zek and inquistion anything oppressed? labs ton me drop drop? 
I like my church oil
i woke up and laughing     stay alive a wrath news        chrsitna mute point!
this so be twelve friends balling        somatic revolution my friends
the name of god       perhaps two more quick       tell us a story 
perfection love work       dont drink cis term      just let me lay down
forn me lorn me sweet cool is myy ears darn.. and get naked non meditating wise excommunicated adonai plan reeds then flee from me cause you would go tell tell the whole hellis sweet Imish working world if you new mim.
then  Miss. come from and will all in locus that i got to teach myself and everthing but this is twelve mox sex mor of it. all right pills the pills more mins and the other stuff yes!


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War Poems. What are they good for? Absolutely Nothing!

You can write another poem
Which shakes its head at wasted lives,
And everyone who reads it will
Wonder how war still survives,

"Your skills outline this futility,
These words will answer through the ages,"
Empty words and compliments,
Whilst outside still the battle rages.


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The Test Master

The test master fights his addiction to the brutal end his weakness, an undesired friend until he casts out every demon In his helpless idiotic stupor he stumbled into false idols who presented him with pretend hope now at the end of the rope reality shatters high up the ladder stuck in denial for an eternal while pile on a thousand bricks to amend towards forgiveness for the addiction to bliss Seeking the light that leads from his plight away from the disease with minimal friction to slay the addiction now called test master for the disaster was just the beginning the hole is mending from the ashes fly off phoenix for he survived the meanest course of life with tales to tell children who live in constant night my faith hasn't reached it's peak until I am tested like the friend which of I speak


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Immortal View of Time

Immortal I stand at the dawn of time watching as history unfolds what will become of 
mankind. War and evil is said to be man made, but it was created by the Ancient of Days; 
long before the snake will entice the mortals to slay.

The land is green with promise of that which is unseen, seize the day while it is young is the 
battle cry of the old, carpe diem is dead and cold. Potential is something that is most not fully 
realized, and never surpassed. History is the story of man never learning from the mistakes 
they have made before; there is no new problem under the sun.

Little spiders in my brain running at the speed of light, each carries a little thought some of: 
joy, hope, fear, and delight. Another fly dies food for thought is consumed fueling my mind 
through out the night.

The war within is the one not without belief, that these ants, spiders, and flies live and die for 
something larger than what they are in this life. “Veni Vedi Veci” Caesar cried but what was it 
for that this ant died? Shakespeare wrote, he spun and weaved but with his web of beautiful 
words is he really anything more than a spider to me?

The Brink of the dawn until this point in time: you’re born, you live and die. Is there a point to 
try? The pages of history are all the same, but do your best to live it different in each day. We 
will put it on your grave that you dared to live for the new day, which never came for you 
anyways.

Immortal I stand at the setting of the sun it seems like yesterday time has just begun; but 
now it’s done and these mortals had a good run. They have managed to find grace in the 
eyes of the Ancient of Days.


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Chronus Drawn

            Chronus Drawn

Chronus One came from Planet Brendon Dawn
Along the Silver System’s galactic path
A young warrior king who followed no one’s laws
His head was large and bullet shaped
So were his thoughts
Chronus used his warped laser gun to get things done
It did his thinking for him
When not killing everyone in sight he liked to sleep
Bilious black hair, covered head and face 
While he waited in the dark to find his fate
He laid the laser down next to his pillow
Rested but never closed his close set eyes
Treason was always on the rise
Chronus was a giant of a man with green and yellow teeth
Moving from planet to planet at his pace
Shot first, asked questions later
Many enemies would attack him from all sides
And he would rise to those occasions
One night a little pretty girl with golden hair
Came up from behind and shot him dead
Before he could draw his warped laser gun
The one he thought could do no wrong
She became the owner of his weapon
Chronus had become out drawn
And for the record, no comics had been stripped
No crayons harmed 


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Souls Bound by Corruption

Falling in step by step,
They'll never see the end of this lonely trip.
Justified murder in an unknown world,
The final heartbeat of stories untold.
He takes his last breath, 
And exhales a thick fume of death.
He extinguishes the burning the coal,
As God will his soul.
He's bound by a pledge of greed,
To stop the hearts of those who grieve.
The Holy deed is done,
Beneath satans nearing sun.
Crawling to the safety of his soul,
He see's this war is fought for gold.
Those he trusted, followed blindly,
Led him to the Lord, oh so kindly.
Speaking in tones of coveting,
They condemned all their brothers, killed all the free.
All in the name of the Savior,
There lies the final Martyr.


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Victory

 I laughed out loud the other day,
When in my head, I heard a voice,
 My right brain carried out its threat,
And I shot my left brain dead.


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The charge of the heavy mob

Half price sale, half price sale’
Half price sale today.
Into the town centre on a bus 
Rode those to be plundered.
Forward the crowd as it swayed
“Charge on your card! The cry
Into the town centre to shop
Rode those to be plundered

Shoppers to the right of them
Shoppers to the left of them
Shoppers all in front of them
Brolly and handbag drawn, at bargains 
They wondered.
Storming the shelves they yelled
On to the tills they fell
Into the jaws of debt
Into the hardest sell
Charged those that were plundered

Where are the deals they made?
Oh how they did some trade
All the town wondered 
Would bill’s ever be paid
In the homes of those
That were plundered.

Charlie Milne 2008



Thank you and sorry, Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892), 

A great poet from a time of the greatest poets.






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All we do is fight

You  scream

I scream

I walk away

You stay away

You beg

You plead

I cry and wither

I lay in bed

and think- why does this keep happening

I soak my pillow

You appear

I shoo you away

You stomp and cause my heart to stop

You simply walk away

I cry some more

I fall asleep

I wake

I remember

I go to you

I climb in bed

I curl close

and kiss your lips

I never want to let go, or be let go of

All is well

All is good, till we fight again


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The Storm

Introduction: This isn't about anyone in specific. Just some possible rap lyrics I may use. I put almost all my anger in to this. Enjoy!:D


The lightning 
that rips through the sky
I hope it burns through your eyes
And lets out the roar of thunder
As it plunders you
Destroys you
Toys with you
And more with you
There's a storm a brewing
It's going after you my friend
You better pack up and leave
Because if you don't then you'll see
Just all of the things
that this world can throw at you
You think you're better than me?
You think I don't need to breathe
Don't you see?
Choking me
Isn't all it's cracked up to be
So just know
One of these days when you're all alone
You wont see it coming
Caulk and load!


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ronin 100

I am nearing the endless night and my body
reminds me of it’s torture in a daily vigil
toward reprimand 
My adoration of you my love has passed
from heated loins on pillows
to passionate words on parchment
My son the weapons of war
are now wielded in words
I am old yes a gift that I did not deserve
but a treasure I shall take with me
to the next horizon
upon this pebbled road


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September 11th

Today’s the day
When it all went down.
The pain and sorrow,
And the worlds big frown.
It shouldn’t have happened,
All those innocent people,
Who had to be there,
Now have God as their keeper.
It wasn’t their time to go.
I feel horrible for their families.
I just want to ask you,
 To pray for them please.
The terrorists that did this
Will get what they deserve.
They’ll get Satan’s kiss!
They must be heartless
To even think of this!
There are people to thank
Like the firemen and cops,
And a lot of people gave blood.
Even if it was just drops.
When the towers got hit,
The world thought it was an accident.
No one would’ve guessed
That it was really terrorists.
So don’t forget this day.
Its part of our painful history.
It’ll be in the books.
But why it happened,
Will always be a mystery.


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The X Legion Attack Order

From: Governor Silva, Lucias Flavius

To: Commander, Legio X "Fretensis"

The Judean slaves finally finished the assault ramp.
Order the centurions to roust the legionnaires from each camp.
Give each of your legionnaires extra water and a double ration,
Then assemble the squares and set them in motion.
The last of the defenders are cowering behind the wall.
Well before nightfall, I should expect Masada fortress to fall.
Among Eleazar Ben Yair's Zealots are Sicarii assassins,
So ensure that each prisoner taken is searched for hidden weapons.
Capture as many as you can of them to be sold for slaves;
But toss all their dead off the cliffs--don't bother digging graves.
It may still be awhile before the Tenth Legions rotates back home;
When that day comes, I'm sure Vespasian will honor you all before Rome.


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No man's land a warpath not desired

Wrath of man works not of the righteous God                                                                    God will repay the wrath of a king the rod                                                                         You messengers of death be wise pacify it                                                                     no man's land before you lay in a ditch                                                                             This is not a war game or a trifling siege                                                                      you should think twice on a race to the sea                                                                    The heavy burdens of violence and strife                                                                           Whence come wars the friend of this world                                                                        consumed upon your own lusts you whorled                                                                 Where red worm twirls know what spirit you are of                                                       why should you die all men of war repent look above                                                         Warpath end of the war desolations are determined it will be                                          feathered fowl and beast filled flesh profits nothing you see                                                Your money your guns will not save your soul alive                                                            there is only one at the appointed time that will revive                                                      Seek peace and follow it with all men created                                                                    in the image of God ensue it peace emancipated                                                                The obstinate the way of peace they know not                                                                 unwise birdmen in their own snare they are caught                                                            Wars and rumors of wars looking for the day of no more wars                                            neither shall they learn war any more children beat their swords


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Prayer To My Self

Walking away might be the most hardest things for a man to do, you cant even imagine what that feeling can do to you. Falling flat on your face would be better than to look shameful, even walking around naked around the streets would be cool. But like any story in life goes, there is always that one person that will help you get back on your feet and walk again. No matter how much you fall, no matter how much you stumble upon a struggle, that person will be there with you till the end. Give love and thanks to this person who never leaves your side and helps you put a smile on your face everyday. When the day comes to an end and you know that the person has to go, all you can wish is for your special person to stay. Mine has walked away on me, I was so blind that i couldn't see. She wanted everything for her self, for me to change and be what she wanted me to be, but i had to let her go and never see this person again, cause it would only be worse in the end. Writing this is more painful than getting your body tattooed, writing this is more painful than getting over screwed. Writing this is more painful than words, writing this is more painful than razor sharp swords. No matter how much you try to let it out it just wouldn't come out, the pain is way to deep and its almost like its tattooed on your bodies gout. haven't i been hurt enough in this world, i just don't understand why i am being treated like this, is it cause i am better than you and have nothing to look forward too but my blue and black handkerchief? The cut was way to deep my dear, you just cant imagine, i have been cut and bruised for the last time, i can promise you that. No one will ever touch this body or hurt this soul ever again, if you wish to try so, go ahead and check it, but before that go ahead and get yourself a casket.


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A WHOLE LOTTA NOISE

Gatherin momentum, progression assured. hard work and dedication like meat i've cured. Allways thought i'd matured too quickly. Lured into adulthood tasted rather sickly. Has 2 be endured, reality hits thee. Like a train all aboard just in time 4 his-story. I do this with skill without a pill, touch a soul with a modern day quill. A chemical thrill no clerical ill, most will find it hysterycal. A generic fill lacking merit - still. I Feel the need to share at will, while they continue wit numerical kills. Articulation of my participation bringing the sunshine after prercipitation My anticipation for an integration steadily nears its instalation A mutalation by a group of nations united in chaos of their creation so we accept without question implementation. Manipulation of mind has gripped the nation its time to flick the station and find sweet salvation the crimes are abundantly blatent unwind the twisted situation my rhymes are set for migration allined with intergration, defined my motivation, refined with great complication its belied!? no never falsification its mind over materialisation i've pined over this information and climbed outta segregation to find a source of ventalation so nevermind my frustrations i'll grind the correlations for my minds peace. Comparing notes sharing the jokes, ain't funny no more i'm scaring the folks. Preparing what's spoke daring my quotes to catch on with non glaring approach. Not wearin bespoke, no staring or chokes as i walk by caring what's wrote. Smoking roach tryin to evoke the spirit inside with anuva toke. Feeling provoked constantly poked get it 2gether quit the dope. I build the moat not even a goat can get to me, my hearts in throat. Does the pope, think this hoax. can carry much longer? i live in hope. My personal coach handed the rope gave me freewill to see how i'd cope. Tied in a noose i let that loose used the rope to tie the groups of abuses together in a rhyme. I Dispute that im useless. If my message is a crime it proves that im ruthless pressing these lines.


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MY SQUALID JOURNEY TO A CERTAIN PARADISE

So morose and so lonely my sordid path is
lost in all this colossal wreck
a beauty spot in all this, that which mar the facet of earth

so destitute the walks of my path, with footsteps traced back
by the lingering stench of ancient fossils and putrid flesh,
the essence of life spelt from wars fought for the affairs of the heart
for love and hate

yet still the sound of tramping dost my life compose
for since this world I first eyed with wariness and upon my knees
i preyed upon my foes, crawling and stalking the shadows
away from this world that saw the babe's innocents
as something to impugn

stalked away from the eyes of the whole tumult
for no such rancorous ways ever beget acquiescence
nor do I seek merit in the eyes of scorn let alone
A life in the wombs of demise.


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Goth

Somber grey,true dismay
Abstruse plight,day is night
Assailants might,no armistice
           Goth
Abatoirs full of disgorge
A world depraved,a blackish haze
Ignominous calamity
            Goth
Fathomless,the abyss
Callosity,the damned to be
Feinous atrocities
             Goth
Evil adulation,whole affectation
Amoral fixation,mind controlled nations
Robotic existence,lost in decadence
             Goth


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never forget 9-11

On that day we were all the same, we didn't know there faces, we didn't know 
there names.
There voices we heard crying all around the world, someones loving father, 
someones little girl.
On that day we were called to lead a better life, for that someones father, for that 
someones wife.
The list of souls read from above before it came below why it was and why it is the 
answer no one knows.
Through the pain we have learned lessons great and small, life, love, and happiness 
are precious cherish them all.
With grace we all go on, but never will we forget that all of these beautiful things 
can fade so very quick.
On that day we wondered, on that day we cryed, on that day we asked ourselves 
what kind of man am I?
Mothers held there children for so long and oh so tight, why did these people have 
to go this was not there fight.
We hope and pray for all those names, and the ones they left behind they gave 
their life for a question the answer we must find.

William J. Harty


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The Color Red

At the beginning it was all so great,
but now i am walking away from this state.
I loved ever moment that we spent together,
I thought we would go on like that forever. 

But i am sorry to say that you have torn my heart apart,
I was praying on my hands and knees from the start.
Praying so that this would not happen,
but it happened and it ain't stopping. 

I beet my self in the chest now for letting this go so far,
I wish i could just forget this all to remove this scar.
The scar that you left on my soul is way too deep,
everything poring out of it is nasty and smells so creep. 

I know that people say to "Forgive and Forget",
but i can do only one thing, and its pore it out without a fit.
So i am done with this hell people call life,
i am on the edge of this earth waiting to survive. 


Dedicated to the one that broke my heart. 
No names will be spoken.


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THE INNER VOICE OF MARK BIRROS II (Excerpt)

 

THE INNER VOICE OF MARK BIRROS  II



From world war two in the Atlantic
I hear the drowning cries of men,
climbing out as in spirit from waters
that lap the steps of the harbour wall ;
time erodes as the sea -
washing up these thoughts that linger
here and on many beaches,
thoughts that stick and have the stench
of  used oil around them,
the name on a memorial
does not reflect the horror ;
the surf rejects such cogitation ;
for a moment, ' try again ' 
the gulls seemed to say,
' let go ' said the movement of the ocean,
but I cannot, I simply cannot
for what transcends these waves
and breathes out the universe
is love, the love of a father....   ...   ...
 

The old clock ticks away the day
that haemorrhages the evening,
and like a night- nurse at the bed                                         
as growing lesions slowly spread,
the crescent moon would nothing say
to see the patient pass away ;
the stars call out but they are late -
what metaphysics spring from that
while in my soul eternity
is smiling like the Cheshire cat !...
A presence haunts me as that touch -
that hugs the heels in failing light,
with eyes  that peer through space and time
and follow me into the night....   ...


The pine wood has its secrets -
I am one of them now,
like the columns of an ancient temple,
straight and upright
where no priest intercedes -
I trust it with my life,
I am theirs and they are mine,
growing inside me, sturdily and strong,
transcending their roots with my secrets
to their archetypal heaven...   ...   ...


As if a change of consciousness was meant,
against the pull of ego, the body
inwardly swept up in spiral ascent,
spirited away from me
from all the world below,
from all that I would ever be
that anyone might know ;
raised  the cloaked arm
of my archetype
to draw the void across my eyes,
and I did rise to heights of bliss
to see  the world from this -
dancing in vortices, tiptoeing on pools 
as through a mesh, devoid of flesh ;
our world is an illusion -
a carousel to light,
as in the midst of heaven
we ghost on through the night...   ...


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Freedom

We are sullenly mourning
For security from the demoralizing night
I am despairingly probing
For mercy to carry us back to our divine flight

We are all wishing for infinite freedom
We are all seeking for an abundant kingdom

If we are living in pure happiness, why are we so emotional inside and out?
Why are we painstakingly tracking down a getaway away from this mystifying dilemma? What is all this venturing about?
If we are swaying in the rhythm of faultless jolliness, why are we vexing about the departure of our best friend?
It isn’t in our control…so get a grip or we'll fall!
If we build up our friendship, we'll have wounds to mend
So stop your blaming and cursing or we'll be in appall 

If we are all leaders, why are we panicking?

We are all leaders…we aren’t senseless pleaders!
So face your phobias and get out of the deserted state!
We are all leaders…we will not give in, vile deceivers!
Saunter out of sight, so we won’t meet our unsettling fate!

You meddled with our cries
So don't point fingers, you insidious devil
And forced us to believe your jaded lies
SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I don't want to consider your excuses, for our truth stands still

If we are living in pure happiness, why are we not meant to be?
If we are living in pure happiness, why are we battered and bent?
If I am living in pure happiness, why am I not free?
Could we ever discard this horrifying dilemma that pounds on us like cement?


We must act like a leader—tough and vigilant
Striving to survive!
We must mimic like a leader—buff and independent
Struggling to stay alive!

Disregard the mourning state;
Drive out the defiant enemies and make them face their damnations
So we can joyfully integrate and negotiate
You’d do me a favor to cease your supplications!  


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The evils of war

Was not every one a child?
Joy to their mother and father
And growing up as a kid
With wonder and laughter

Then they go to school 
Playing games having fun
And become a voice for others
When they don’t have one

Then some give hope to the people
Giving speeches from their tower
Then commits inhumane atrocities
When they get the taste of power

Today the worlds are full of hate
An evil that has no end
While many starves to death
For war money are spend

Men like Adolph Hitler, Robert Mugabe
George bush Jr, tony Blair, ayatollah Khomeini
Kim jong ll, idi amin, Benjamin Netanyahu
Just to name a few criminals of humanity

Pol pot murders millions in Cambodia
And the world close their eyes
The unspeakable crimes in Rwanda
Where over 500.000 people dies

I guess if the country had oil
They would have been alive today
But if you are poor nation
The United Nations looks the other way

Some kill in the name of religion
Some kills to steal your land
Some are kill by drones for just
Attending a wedding function

Hundreds of innocent are killed
By drones that they can’t see
But they are just collateral damage
But not those at Benghazi

North Korea says we have
weapons of destruction's right here
But they went to search in Iraq
Kill millions but find it nowhere

The evils of war will continue
Many more bad days still to past
More war criminals to be born
And be children playing on the grass

Many choose to cover their eyes
If it doesn't affect them, they don’t care
So while sit here writing this poem 
I can’t help it but shed a tear


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Love all and all of me

I want true love
that knows all of me.
That brings total freedom
allowing to all,
and all to see.
A Love that is truth
and not some idealist's scene.
Our Hope given flight
in clear blue skies enthroned,
honoured, 
seen.

For there is not one among us who has not said:
"I have a dream".
I know it is His to make all whole,
to have all gleam.
Perhaps a time now
for the meek to tread loud,
and the boastful silently.
For hands taken
from labour unending;
of bending the worldly.
When He reaches out,
a rousing shout:
some in love; many angrily.
The dream: 
Collective will given over to spirit
not rule.
Cruel 
the past measure.
Just be.
The only true desire
is for a true love
to love all, 
and all of me.


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Jerusalem, The Jugular - Part Two

Febuary, year 70,after sustaining 5, 600 casualties Rome's Legions were leering on Jerusalem
I swear the Temple Mount moaned in doom as we assembled the seige weapons religiously,
Solomon's Temple sweating dust in our presence,Vulcan's vault opening ruthless explosion,
no more tactics of fire traps and slicing suprise, enemy's breath now counted with limited life
catapaults cranked,ballista scorpions loaded and torqued like cobras of chaos
oh how we heaved and hurled at those walls of brittle bastion, bricks popping like sticks
heaving corpses, balls of tar fire, stones of moon size walloping,
the crumble and cries of Cannanites cauterized our wounds and chastened our courage,
as the camp fires fell prostrate to the face of the rolling Sun
I addressed the men of the Fifteenth Legion saying,
Brothers come near
bring your ears to the voice of my heart with no fear,
a man who is prepared to die is a man who is prepared to live,
the south wall is torn, today we charge that gash
ready to thrash those bastards and avenge everything we believe in,
to put worth in the light of our slain Brothers,
we were born in different provinces, raised in different homes and temples
but everyone here has earned his boots,belt and bacon,
we are all Brothers in Rome, Freemen, and the most skilled warriors on the planet,
we kill those who attempt, not to kill us as individuals,
but who attempt to kill our Future, and Past of our Nation,
if you must die today, make sure your gladius finds flesh
and be certain to follow the Lions home,
now let us put blood to blade and swear loyalty with silence
eyes fixed on eyes...hearts drummed to hearts,

The battle trumpets bursted with the sprite of brass bravery
Centurions blowing the whistles of war like eagles gone insane,
as I sprinted into the early carnage existense became a series of thuds grunts and motions
the sound of metal chiming became my foresight,discipline a matter of square feet,
I saw the Standard Bearer's wolf pelt ablaze and having an arrow through his waist
using the boss bolt of my sheild I launched a rebel onto his back
while thrusting my sword up through the nape of another fighter
who was hacking my Brother Marius, my weapon jammed in his skull,
then I got smacked on the cheek with a pommel and a savage cut the tip of my chin off,
as I fell I broke that cunt's knee with the rim of my sheild, that's sheild lightening for ya,
smashing his throat with forearm, I used my dagger to stab him through his gapping mouth
J.A.B.


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Immortally yours, The Night Time Day Dreamer

I want to go lower, so I can survive the lifeless crazy if only I could scream so all the stars can hear me shadow dancing on the river Styx the river flows that way, while I swim this and I never ever, let her in again for she could do damage, beyond repairing for she could explode in me, like a great atom bomb and then I'm left dancing, beyond the beyond Will I ever, never come home? we shall know sometime, in the near unknown I've almost gone dead again living in the only constant lying in a bed of defeat bouncing right back, like a song on repeat I heal so fast, what was that which hit me? I've already forgotten, you were ever against me Undefeated, invincible this world couldn't kill me, in principle I'm the rising unholy, now know me, immortal three is the number, that makes my perfect circle I'm inside the night, all walled up tight I still haven't faded, that made it all right I've taken a turn, and learned to be better after wearing your skin, like an old sin filled sweater you couldn't get me, it tempts me to fail then maybe you would have, just once chance, in hell.


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SEPTEMBER 1922

September 1922

A woman is standing in front of a ship.
Into her bloody hands she holds her daughter and her son.
Their faces have lost the youth, terror has formed creases round their eyes.
Eyes lost.Behind them flames are spreading like dragons' tangues
leaving ashes on the wind on the waves of the sea,
on the hands of those who died.Soldiers running barefooted
passing the crossline a path they did not choose.
Heroes who carried dust and fired blood
and fired pain.The two little children are looking at their house.
What is left now is flaming wood fading lights dying away.
On the garden there is still the girl's doll with her cloth hands
her eyes filled with gloom as if she still waits for an answer.
The woman's hands are trembling.This is the last ship.
Screams, cries, pushes people in the water,
people on the ground trying to find a small bend to fit their carved souls.
Guns are firing a soldier gets killed in front of the boys legs.
Waves get rough, cover the port cover all eyes with salt
uncover the truth of not forgetting.A hand is pulling the woman
and the children on the ship.A last move , a passing to unknown 
with a coin on her mouth to pay the price of her transfer.
Smyrna is burning like a star is falling on the ground.
Million lights in the sky light up a drama of lost souls.
Broken terrors of a life never to be restored passing to the other side 
with hands empty eyes closed.

To those who lost their country in September 1922.


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Babies of Beslan

Babies of Beslan............



The darkest day in history, 
Brought tears to my eyes. 
Many Russians murdered, 
In a mass of horrid cries. 

Hundreds of innocent people, 
Seen fleeing through the streets. 
Bodies thrown onto the verge, 
In a sea of blood-stained sheets. 

So many kept within a school, 
Being held against their will. 
Suicide bombers with booby traps, 
That care not who they kill. 

An act by Chechen rebels, 
Seeking freedom for their kin. 
With scenes of utter carnage, 
From those terrorists within. 

Semi-naked children, 
Seen running through the street. 
The Chechen rebels in the school, 
Shooting at their feet. 

Bombs and bullets filled the air, 
As the smoke engulfed the skies. 
People running from the school, 
With terror stricken eyes. 

Such barbaric bloody actions, 
Brought death and undue pain. 
The heart of the Beslan community, 
Won't see their like again. 

May the Lord our God watch over you, 
May he guide you by his light. 
May he hold you in his arms again, 
And keep you safe tonight........... 


In memory of the children and teachers of the Beslan school massacre.


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Fear

Wide eyes
Panic
lips hovering right below a scream
hair pulled into a fist
mouth covered
panicked eyes
wide
heart rattling
fear


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BURN

I see blinding fire in the sky.
I see people burning alive.
The smoke rises above town.
Water won't quench the flame.
I see people die.
see people cry.
and at last,
see me
die


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Aquarian Dream I-- The Rebellion

Centuries are unfolded Filled with corruption and lies Where's the change A tyrant has an iron hand But we are the diamonds We appear to be coal darken by ash But with so many years of pressure we became diamonds Ready to strike We are the vein cut open The red, working for the gold Deter the tyrant We can win, Rise up against the guards Fight for our voice Our suffering will not go on You'll know what it's like to purge from your sins So many years of pain So many lies gilded with hope So much death and decay This will not go unheard Deter the tyrant He'll know what it's like to cease to exit Fight for our voice Fight for our freedom There must be a way


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Hail King Aurthur

  Now King Aurthur hail, hail
 All  the knights armors mail
 Defending castles keep
 Patronages we reap
 
  In his kingdom enemies beat
 From his armies fleet
 By sword, bow and flail
 Even thunder grows very deep
 
  Fighting along this iron rail
 Under siege fighting bale
 Vikings on a ship setting sail
 Viking ships now beat
 Remember all hail
 Good King Aurthur's seat

          Saga


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Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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Wildfire

I hear the wind blow
Against the trees as I 
Walk to my grave

The animals that have 
Cared for me growl at
The strangers’ intrusion

I attempt to reach 
Out to my friends
But a stranger hits my hand

Smoke burns into my 
Lungs as I move closer
To their camp.

Back in the forest, I hear
The wolves cry for me. Tears
Fall to the ground as I walk.

The rough rope cuts into 
My wrist as I fight
The binds.

They growl and threaten
Me as I fight. I close 
My eyes as I fall forward. 

The strangers grab me
And force me onto a stand
Tying me into place.

The animals start to
Scream as the strangers
Hurt their Friend.

The match was lit
And the light reflected 
In my eyes.

When it dropped,
The straw below lit up
And smoke billowed up.

I bit my lip, 
Refusing to let the
Animals hear me scream.

I could smell my
Flesh burn as I
Slowly hung my head. 


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America United

America united................

America united, 
A nation filled with pride. 
When faced with terrorist actions, 
Your people did not hide. 

A flag which flies with honour, 
Once soaked in blood and sweat. 
The bravery you show us now, 
The world will not forget. 

The attack upon your nation, 
An act which shocked us all. 
You've prove that some years later, 
Your country did not fall. 

These words are for the people, 
The American in the street. 
You got back up, you dusted down, 
It's you they won't defeat............. 

........................Well done................ 

From your friends across the water...............


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Hector

Not for glory, even honors sake
He fights for his family, wife and son at the gate
Greeks attack, they push us back
Hector must now lead the counter-attack

Hector!
Tamer of horses
Holding fast
Prince of troy

Ajax the great, slayer of nine
Duel “the Trojan’s head shall be mine”
To a stand still, day and night
Matched in skill, courage and might

a truce is called
Waves and spray clean our fallen
Zeus weighs our fates
the great sits, staring at the gift
the horse prince’s sword
Why?

Smashing gates, scaling the wall
Apollo on my side, standing tall
Killing patrolus, a child in man’s armor
Dying words, Hectors fate none the better

Hector 
Tamer of horses
Holding fast
Princes of troy

He knows he is doomed, gods have spoken
there stands Achilles, at the gates still of motion
Warrior to the end, challenging the gods
Draw weapons, defying the odds


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Ethereal Dark Matter

My powers lie dormant through the insight of two worlds hence, all the fallen angels shall get what they deserve all of their countless evils reflecting in a grace a dark prince is born presently into ethereal dark matter space Oh dark prince, non-benevolent one are you all of the wiser targeting our sun are you all of the calmer when he's in submission than when you lock horns in secular divisions Rolling dark clouds descend on our place that which we call home could one day be replaced as the eldest of the eldest ones foretell days yet to come the dark prince on the rise the champion, of demise


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War in the Wrestling Room

Stepping up to the line there is no whistle
A hail of balls flying unemotionally
Uncaring of its next victim
A soul is hit, he falls to the ground
Comrades watch, in horror, disbelief

The stream is endless, one by one
Penetrating the armor, until it breaks
Mass chaos ensues, and hail begins on both sides
Smoke builds blinding each member
Shots taken on allies, friends,

The smoke clears and few are standing 
That is on the Allied side and rivals are numerous
Slowly, they are taken out, but the speed is to slow
Until one is left, Vying for his team, his country

His rivals take aim, fir, miss 
Hailing bullets into a wall, they stop, and he pounces 
One by one, he picks up weapons and takes them down
A brace solider is he but his ammo has run out

He waits for a bullet to fly but the captain, leader
Tells them to wait, for he is the one to end the fight
The boy looks at death, for he knows what will happen 
The bullet is thrown, and misses but the leader recovers and 
Finds the young man’s eye

The solider falls 
He hears the joy in the rivals
But for his team they walk around him 
He was their savior and he failed


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Demon Below - Part One

Adam, his moves are like no other,
thank you for taking the knife out of my back
a dagger I ignored,
until the odor of hate kept pushing the blade deeper than before
Adam, Dear, don't think less of me,
since I will voice my vicious words once more
the way the stranger slicked and slithered in a worm like movement
I was hooked, I admit, biting the apple for the second time
I will no longer bite my tongue,
watch as I hand over the dull knife back to this dark lonely shadow

Blind under the ungaurded tree, a quick voice drew me in
the way it came at me, like a friend holding hands, covering my back,
a paradise in his own mind, a moat of quicksand, my foot sunk in

Offering his game,
a stench I ignored, building friendships, trusting the new employee
I don't run with the sheep,
must I be punished for accepting his bouquet of daisies
Adam, I can't take this, the way he slanders, our name
must I make a fool, from he who's been biten by fools before
I don't wish to go down this road, but I have no choice
these sneaky attacks, are the weakest form of sinning
in a way I kind of feel sad, and wish he bathe his words in chlorine
a reptile, like chameleon, I did not see this one coming.
The only theft that took place, was when the stranger took my friendship
and shook the Devil's hand, in front of me, laughing at the notion
of never having my back, a slap in the face, for luring him my way
Adam, you are my man, you are tall,
like a Lady I will step back and let you take care of it all...

By Poet - Eve


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Watch

So quiet
Not a sound
Watching the water
As it sleeps though the night
 
A dark sky
No stars in sight
The city lights
But all persons sleep tight
 
A man
Standing alone
Talking to god
As if he was right beside him
 
Watching the waters
To be sure no enemies near
1 man standing alone
1 man standing between the enemy and the pier
 
The man
Continues to talk to god
Asking for a the family 
That he wished he had
 
It’s dark 
Dead of the night
There’s a sound
I think "here’s a fight"
 
Can’t see
Can’t find the enemy
He’s surrounded the water
1 man fighting for his life
 
He talks to god 
As if he was right next to him
Pleading to stay alive
To see the future he so desperately wants
 
Lock n load
He loads a round
The dead of night
Is now full of useless chatter
 
200 yards
They’re all around
Where are they?
Where is the crew to help?
 
A man
You see his face
He has death in his eyes
As he points the gun in your face
 
Safety off
Pull the trigger
1 round goes off
Gun just jammed
 
A rocket
A ball of fire
Flies towards you
You know this is the end
 
Flash back
Of your life has been
Flash forward
Of the future you could have had
 
Coming closer
Bout to blow
A tap on your shoulder
A comrade saying "its time to go"
 
You look around
Dead of night
Not a single sound
Not a person in sight
 
On watch
With your .50 cal at hand
You fell asleep
Cause you’re the only man
 
This is what happens 
When a sailor is alone
Standing watch at midnight
All on his own.


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Who we become

I'm a poet of life, so read if you 
dare. But let me forewarn you, 
you're in for a scare. 
   For I don't see life, for the 
light it portrays. I see life in the 
dark, and the lives it betrays. 
   In the shadows lurk demons, 
and creatures so cold. Their 
deeds have been hidden, their 
stories untold. 
   They work with great force, 
tearing out heart and soul. 
Once they've torn you apart, 
you become a dark hole. 
   Choking the world, deep 
down in your chamber. Pulling 
lives in, to drown in your anger. 
   I'll show you the depths, of 
your hurt and your sorrow. And 
drown out all hopes, for a 
better tomorrow. 
   Cause this world isn't 
rainbows, sunshine and 
butterflies. It's cruelty and 
beasts, darkness and lies. 
   So continue the path, that 
you're so blindly walking. For 
ignorance is bliss, and there's 
no use in gawking. 
   But once at the end, of your 
sick twisted trail. You'll find 
you've grown weak, corrupted 
and frail. 
   And then in that moment, 
you're mine for the taking. As 
fear settles in, your bones 
begin shaking. 
   I'll show you no mercy, for 
my heart's cold and gritty. 
Though caring and kind, I'm 
void of all pity. 
   I've grown harsh and 
abrasive, in the years that have 
past. And do all that I can, to 
ensure I laugh last. 
   I won't let this world, bring 
me down to its level. I'll never 
succumb, or give in to the 
Devil. 
   Corruption surrounds me, I 
walk a thin line. Between 
righteous and evil, but I'm 
doing just fine. 
   I hold strong to my faith, as I 
punish the wicked. I unleash all 
my anger, on the damned and 
convicted. 
   In these dark times it is hard, 
to define what is right. But my 
only intention, is to fight the 
good fight. 
   It's not that I want, to send 
others to hell. I just want to 
ensure, that our future sits 
well. 
   So my hands stained with 
blood, drag me through each 
cold day. And my boots caked 
with mud, stomp them down, 
where they lay. 
   While they gaze up upon me, 
as their heart slowly dies. I sit 
patiently waiting, 'til the light 
leaves their eyes. 
   Then I assure them, that 
they'll soon find their place. If 
God grants them mercy, they'll 
be saved by grace. 
   For this life my dear friends, 
is a gauntlet we run. And we're 
all lost and roaming, beneath 
the great sun. 
   But remember that God, 
cares not what you've done. So 
long as good deeds, shape who 
you become...


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The Crown

Special Note: This poem is a satrical piece about working at a certain fast food 
restaurant.

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The blackened moat surrounds the scene;
The castle gently rests;
The crown is in its rightful place,
Inside the emerald chest.

So all is well and all is fair,
Until a servant spots
A lonely mav'rick at the gate
That's followed by the flock.

The lobbyists are mounting as
Rebellious tensions rise;
But if they want to gain their own,
Then they must read the skies.

The skies hold every answer that
Can help them make the choice;
The able ears that guard the front
Will have to hear each voice.

They all cry out the same demand:
"The crown and nothing more!"
Their countenance was of revolt:
"Prepare, you pigs, for war!"

The servant runs to tell the knights
Who then inform the king;
"If it's a war they really want,
Then war they shall receive."

"Remove the weapons from the fire
And arm yourselves with them!
We'll fight until the sun is gone!
Or nay! We'll fight to there'nd beyond.
Until their blood's condemned!

The battle then ignites;
The army bravely fights
From flesh to steel.
"No vic'try till
The rush has left our sights!"

The knights are off the mound.
The front is losing ground.
"I have a plan,"
So says a man.
"Let's give them all a crown."

The project seems to please
The over-cherished pleas.
"Alright, set forth
Your mystic course
And bring them to our knees."

The smith begins to realize
The wishes of his lord,
He forges crown to phony crown
And gives away the horde.

The renegades are backing down
And holding up their blades;
"It's almost like they didn't plan
On making any trades."

"It seems as if they only want
To feel as though they won;
Will they not know the falsery
And think the battle's done?"

"Please, your highness, do not fret;
This happens everywhere
Supposed lions always bite
Before they 'come aware."

And so the war is now complete,
The castle, unopposed;
And after all is put away,
We hang this banner: "Closed".


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The Siege

Cold wind northern, swept atop black waters Twilight fog unto dim Massive ships move through silence Land upon on a harbor Thirty thousand Vikings, Danish and Norwegian Move onto mass and in Legions forward march heed the death toll drum Amidst the blackening night ever thrust cumbersome Drowning out alliances God and Devil made As these breath prayers into nothingness escape Brandishing swords white knuckle blades Higher and higher As we smell the blood of enemies The warriors futher on passed fear and accolades Moods are somber; hearts in chest now begin to grow in size As the towering fortress of the hated foe A silhouette in blackness through the mist doth rise Hoping beyond a measure of nexus to well laid traps Be unto element of the surprise As a Norse and Dane grinning ear to ear, waiting behind our toothless gaps Parched lips a drool run over fond thoughts of valor Ready to the first round of weaponry As scarlet arrows flaming, arch whizzing through the stillness to shatter Vociferous bellows aloud of war beget into charging As colossal, ripping arms are heaving,cross one hand then another To catapults a ready, mammoth stones sent true hurling unto flying Impact then a crashing!! Gates of timbers cracking into splitting Exposes the raging blazes amid Of infernos from invading arrows landing To the thrusting would be victims one by one bulging eyes of red duly over glaze The brunt! The breach! With war hammer, axe and battle mace The sweetness of victory are the tears of blood we taste Attack the heart, victors within, the castle walls we have reached The Siege to spoils, a smorgasbord of feasts, feeds the hunger of the men The raging Nordic beasts!


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Magick Mirror

Cast out I blast out of a cage that once enslaved blast out towards an image worshiped Big myth, great idol its you I learn to admire in the trials, by fire that taught me how I should not be Now I'm lying in the entrails of the mystical lion swallowed up by the trend I believed was worth dying for, now I am no more; a lost scripture in this unfolding vicariously informed the show must go on everything on edge by the crash of a drone how did I find peace all on my own? no one can find it if they're searching too strong It invades you, somewhat saves you from the angst and rage of child's play adults playing war games in a dangerous way everybody staring blank, in loss of face.


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The Faceless Faithless

A great nature to begin an inward existance that has no end cannot escape the external madness stay in a bubble no matter what happens watch the future pass me by in my slumber through the tone deaf night Suddenly rocked by explosions the end times erupting, the naive still hoping but the rope is cut too short to hang myself is too much work i just quietly join the crowd and watch in awe as the lights go out We're all screaming at the darkness holding hands of misunderstanding young ones muffled cries of dying babies dogs bark crazy as if running rapid with rabies the time stands still in my private hell I just sit there knowing I have failed Losing the battle foretold in the tale called revelations, brought forth by hesitation of the weary tired of fighting put faith of life, in one almighty instead of looking within their own like me they know now, God has gone home.


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Battle Phased

Grand battles designed in my mind keep me tested it only takes one sick head to make others infested can i change my linear path invade and correct it will it serve it purpose or take a turn towards worthlessness I have not the will, or desire to be in the business of building empires all that too good turns into lies don't believe your eyes next time They can mislead you, as can people twist you contort you making you evil for the wrong way becomes your passion just can't get no satisfaction I paint clouds in the sky all day kind of hard not to lose my way I'll come or go, but I won't stay but when I return, be so amazed just the way I shock myself to reset a spirit in bad health what is wealth, tell me what its for money brings problems with an anonymous benefactor unwritten chapters are all hope floats on when the day is cold and the sun hidden days like that I forget my mission my programs decay I'm in my own way but mostly it seems like a road lined by stumbling stones I'm Battle phased, won't you just give in? no more misery, no more fighting then what else would I know without an underlying protocol battle head be at your best because the bad times are just a test


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A POET LAST WISH

A POET LAST WISH
Thou my day spent like,
The sun in sky.
Shined like a diamond in 
The diaper,
My life thought pored out rays,
A solider thought about going
And not coming.

A king that has not been crowned
Ah! Ah!! Ah!!! It is only when
Its down you remember the sun.
     I the creator of images from thought

The creator of symbolism from mind
The molder of life’s by my writing
The molder of conscience by images
     If I could write my own part,

I will not be gotten
If I could see the days to come
I will be remember now, but late gotten
Tell my children, children, children, am a poet.

The hero that was note given
 Part poet
I have not fought any war but 
Human conscience                                                                       
Now my heart heavy after 
Death I am a hero

REASONS OF WRITING

It is written after reading biography of so many poets that it is only after dead that they are remember. So am saying that I should be remember when am alive or tell my children. It is the wish of a very body to know the extend in which he/she has contributed to life. It is also the wish of poet to be remember when they are still alive. Dedicated to all poets. Place of writing
Igonigoni in Abi Cross River State Nigeria.

MESSAGE
1.	One importance is not always acknowledge until they are gone, A poet wants it to be turn aside to be acknowledge when still alive.
2.	That they should be remember now and tell his children, children, children that he is a hero but he has not fought any war but conscience.


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Live Free Or Die

When the day turns into night
And the night into day
We will ignite 
With a vow to never obey

Stripping our rights
And still calling us free
Our future you will rewrite 
And you call it liberty

We have a voice 
Which must be heard
You have made your choice
And it must be answered

We will not cower
We will not falter 
Not even from all your power
Not even when faced with your soldier


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Re-Evolution

Hush fire hush fire its time to retire a night of dormant sleep wake me like the dreary sea dwindle back into a flame farthermore, back to a spark then a revolution is unborn Mind controlled freaks they reproduce and let thier brains convolute until their usless to us all follow the leader into a misty fog A new born breed is bleeding forth through the tourniquet forever more until diluted their self control then the revolution is a closed door All the hope, is in the children they dream big and burst the ceiling evolution is running rapid the streak is endless until I snap it I'll become the spark for change this I swear or give up my name like other before me I'm still the same sometimes I feel I'm the last left sane Then the flame shall re-ignite as the revolution gathers light to wake the sleeping stuck in the fog and fight control thats pushing drugs I'll push harder as time draws near The strongest are who walk with no fear as they gather, the flame burns bright into a blaze that consumes no right.


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Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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PEACE WORTH SPEAK

PEACE WORTH SPEAKS
My brother-friend tried me
So much that i have to push the wall close to the fence
There my enemy saw me and the way i push
He smiled recklessly in mourning
Inside his mind his words speaks loud
How i wish the wall he push will fall the fence he protects
But the tried of a brother-friend
Made me know no wall or regard those fences
Little the efforts of the fence presses
As it pushes hard some messages
Millions of years you built this unique strong fence
You gave all against life for the fence
But lo and behold, you are damning nothing
Worth the fence to spoil the fence
I never knew you have this strength to push the wall
We could have built stronger fence in this fence
We could have made our strong hold stronger with higher hold
And made it a bit beautiful for the world to see
 But to me the war has been decided
I will tell him my other coin of peace
For peace he taught he knew but i know more
It is not the peace that coin all time
And peace i know at this time is not resolution
But telling him that no one touches the scorpion tail
Without a stinky bite from the tail
Yea, i am happy he felt my bite
Oh, i have spoilt the fence by falling it down
It now has dawn on me
That i am no longer protected
For i have made more enemies see my weak point
I have sold my cover
The world now know who i am
Where i hide my strength
The store house of my weakness
As i long and desired to built back the fence
Even if it will no longer be the unique strong fence
But let me at least cover my nakedness 
And the harm is been done
How i wish i know thee peace
How i wish i held thee oh peace
How i wish i understand thee before i did thee
For anger is worth deadly but not in peace
For peace protects, yet he calleth me in gentility
To wisdom out the value of its components, its doing
The future of what no man seeth


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The American Legend

Soaring high, as the American's eagle pride higher now than ever before once more, elevated nearly every last peak how to mistreat the meek, weak unguided son why can't you offer unrequited love to everyone? oh, lord save me I cannot escape the agents that take hold of me, they surround me... So I levitate up and unbounded seems I've once again found it an escape, from an uneasy paradise This burst explosion A never ending love-peace energy welling up inside me like an underwater atom bomb forever and ever I shall go on accordingly unknown An art recession? let me make a correction this boy's a legend from birth on up banging hard breaking his way through the wall life can sometimes often throw up come crashing hard on the ground I wake knowing the feeling to lose everything except from what I learned from well known legends who made the wings I fly high on


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Ronin 38

When a body dies there is a split second slackness
and softening in the eyes as the soul leaves the shell
a mutual acceptance by body and that which is beyond
that the partnership has ended
when the soul dies before the body
that which remains is consumed 
in anger betrayal confusion loss and abandonment
On my knees looking up through eyes filled with 
blood and dirt and the refuse of animals
digging hands clawing the earth like a wounded dog
trying to bury its own heart 
I see Him
Death stares smiling back from across a field
of broken harvested silent bamboo stumps
He knows his new pupil will not rest
until he has extracted his heavy toll
I seek I now hunt for my revenge


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Why We Where Made

Once more, Once more we go into the dead of night, into the fight. In a staggered column we hold tight, waiting to be released into the fight. We set are deadly sight, we will not survive this night. We go with all are might to end the life that's in are sight. We are but tools of a trade, this is why we where made. For when are job is done, we will never see the sun.


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the darkness seeks release

mentally enveloped with the psychological angularity of a multidimensional prism, thoughts infinitely circulating inside my brain slowly building like an aneurysm, i bring to sight revelations unveiled by a genius but still they all surround with skepticism. the darkness that once entered me is bound to break free eventually, a disposition where mass murder and famine both come essentially, a mastermind rises and succeeds where hitler had failed consequentially, a massacre of hidden variables constructing inside exponentially, a child broken and left for dead grows up to be a little disturbed mentally.


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Symbolism

a flag flown at half mast
a salute remembered that was the last
a star placed behind a glass
a quiet gathering to bury a lad
a moment of silence for those that past
the respect and honor for those
that died in the blast
a bugle playing Taps for what could not be 
the last
a flag folded and then passed

then the soldier lowered into the ground
feels that glory from all a round
his body lies at rest
but his spirit receives that which is best
to know that by his countrymen he was blessed
to a soldier that died in combat that is best


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Ready for Red

The handsome flower devil
dances with red roses
as the withering petals
decease, and go unnoticed
just as all the pretty people
toss their flowing hair
while laughing at the losers
because they simply cannot care

Those same flower devils
once made fun of me
but I could see their shortcomings
disguised so flawlessly
if you penetrate them
they know not how to act
before I ever knew it would be
a knife was in my back

Lead my life to ruin
dancer of the flora
I can see the peace inside
a slightly violet aura
hiding deep within
you leave it under skin
as if life itself irritates you
and the rash is violence
so why do the butterflies
drink from my withering willows?
in a garden of ugliness
full of the newborn heros
hiding unstrung war bows
for a day of reckon
with a fist full of arrows
a single finger beckons
ready for red


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Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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nightmares

the taste of air, dry on your tongue,
the sounds of nothing, of songs unsung.
the feeling of ghost bumps, prickling your neck,
the smell of blood, bodies are wrecked.
the view of darkness, the sky and stars
these are what nightmares are.

the smile of a friend, as they realize their fate.
the tears on your face, 'cause you know its to late.
the laugh of a murderer, cocking his gun,
the scream of a kid, as he has his fun.
street lights, abandoned cars,
these are what nightmares are.

the voices plotting inside your head,
the monsters screaming under your bed.
he feeling os someones eyes or your neck,
the scrape of a blade as it puts you to death.
your arms, the regretful scars
these are what nightmares are.


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War and Peace

He comes to shake         the foundations of the earth
the work of every hand                   of man to prove
to punish the unjust            and expose sin
and those who hate righteousness           he will remove
 
He has sent the call           into all existing lands
that men should seek peace            and it pursue
to separate            the wheat and tare
and expose the hidden things         men do
 
To close every mouth          that speaks a lie
uncover every            thought of hatred done
he has freely offered           you a life of truth
but will not spare            to scourge when they come
 
For the stories told in time      are now fixed
and what is written in its scroll          now firmly set
he will open them       for his kings to judge
and those who have found mercy              their sins forget
 
Those appointed to be Kings         will take their station
they will rule with Christ                     for a thousand years
subject to the rule of God         is every nation
no war will there exist           or the inclement of fears
 
For though the promise           seems long in coming
all the signs are             made visable by light
raise your eyes oh Israel                   your God comes judging
and will reward those                who have walked in right
 
Be reconciled in heart           to seek the truth
that who you are              you come to understand
You are called to love truth             and your brother
until the peace of God           lives in the land
 
The trumpets blast            call the armies to their war
the winged ones ride               the winds of wrath to charge
and poured out is the fury              of his chalice
the cup of violence        is deep and large
 
For all governments of man     are chains to slavery
their aim to lift themselves            and you to rule
but Christ's intent           is to lift you from this knavery
that you might not          become the fires fuel    
 
So make your peace         and seek his mercy now
for when this time arrives         will be too late
though undeserved the offer         of forgiveness
the price will be too high             if delay you wait
 
sources: all the prophets of Israel great and small

 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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Valerie

With blackened palms I rise from the ashes as the last one standing.

The only one left on this forsaken planet who understands what its like to live in the arms of the one I love.

 

With bleeding hands I pry you away from  the demons of the world.

All the things on this earth than can harm you.

 

With bloodshot eyes, I look into yours as I collapse into your lap.

I fought so hard to have you and I grow weary from the battle.

 

With blood drenched ears which have heard the lies of the world, I listen to the sound of your voice.

I hear your words and I smile.

 

As my heart is torn from my chest, I realize I still stand, fighting the war for you.

Bleeding from head to toe, I wage war against all who will hurt you.

 

I stare into your eyes as my heart fails to beat just one last time.

 

With tired feet, I stand. And with blooded arms, I wrap myself around you.

As I walk away, all my wounds are healed.

 

As the last man standing, you give me your heart.

You wash my hands and you let me rest on you.

 

When I wake from my slumber, you're still by my side.

Fighting a battle for me.

 

I wake and I rise, and I pick up my sword.

Fighting for us side by side


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Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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Perfect Love

Perfect Love is what makes a powerful nation
What makes hurt and depression
Fade bleakly away
Perfect Love is what makes jealousy rooth-up
What makes countries' hate
Unfold

They thought a crash - a destruction or two
Of buildings we seemed to need
They thought the killing of our citizen's
Would make us fear them
But they know not our country's Perfect Love
The Love that God has shown
For the opposite of Love isn't Hate, but Fear
And Perfect Love casteth out ALL Fear

Through our Perfect Love - We Stand Tall
And Lift our heads Up
We Rebuild our land and Fight Back
But How?

America chose war
To kill and own the Terrorists' land
To devour the skin that we so shame-
Seems to be the answer and way we so claim

But in the process - We Die
We Kill Ourselves
Slowly, this war turns from Dieing For Heart
To Dieing For Pleasure
Has America lost sight of its own Perfect Love?

You may agree, or disagree, to my opinion
But war shows the weakness of a man's conscience
War shows Fear that the attacker will corrupt
And devour their prey
IF it hadn't, the what would be the point of it
Wasting thousands to millions, maybe even billions, or dollars killing
Killing People we shouldn't, and the waste of Natural Resources of our people?
War means to show that you ain't a punk,
Or ain't as 'weak' or as 'subordinate' to other people as they think
But doesn't Perfect Love show the heart of its people?

What should we do...
I don't know
But the question should be opposed to Perfect Love
The Perfect Love we So claim.


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Tha Last Battle The Battle Of Armaggedon

Armageddon...

This world and all
 of it's confusion.
Shall one day reach a
 dramatic conclusion.

All of the wars and battles shall end.
That day our Messiah returns
 to earth again.

So much has clearly been said and written.
Concerning the final battle 
called Armageddon.

Have you been paying attention
 to the latest news.
Concerning the country of 
Israel and the Jews?

Israel will be alone that dreadful day.
All of the Jews will bow 
their heads to pray.

All at once... They'll look
 up into the sky!
Behold!  Their messiah 
returns from on high!

On a white horse...  Jesus and his 
army shall prevail.
All of man's weapons will be 
destroyed and fail.

He shall reveal himself, along 
with his pierced hands.
And will reign triumphant
 throughout the lands.

He shall rule and reign for 1000 years.
There'll be peace and ;joy. 
 No more tears.

Will you be with him when he returns?
Or here on earth... as this world burns?

Heaven or hell.  Which will be
 your home?
The choice is yours.  And yours alone...

By JIm Pemberton  03/10/09


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The Last Moments of a Martyr

The time has come and my end is near
Why am I not scared and not in fear
For I was selected to do this
The chosen one to be the Witness
To spread our belief throughout this land
Control the sheep with the wave of our hand
This is more crucial then my life
To implant a utopia for my wife
For family and children too
And also the privileged few
Who believe as we do and have seen the light
Let them join us in this epic fight
Against the non-believers
And the deceivers
Who poison the minds of our youth
And deny them the truth.

Suddenly, malaise invades my stomach
Bugs crawling and I start to feel sick
It’s now flowing through my vein
And soon it will immerse my brain
I slowly shut my eyes
And envision all the cries
I don’t wish to do this
No… I’ll be remiss
I remove my shirt
Rest it on earth
Make it stop… make it stop	
In a flash it’s very hot
And at that instant
All I can think:
For ME to change the world… it would be smarter…
Not to become a Martyr.


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ronin 23

I have cowered I have crawled I have begged and I have survived
Honor is something that those that do no battle speak of
Shame is something dictated by those who have not survived
I have felt a shame in that which I have done
but also a love in those I have fought beside
a knowing and an understanding that
 if you do not stand beside me
you will never be allowed to judge me


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The Descent (Senryu)

descend from the clouds
while blasting enemy lines
Ahhh!—paratroopers


© Joseph, 1/20/08
© All Rights Reserved


Comments: I wanted to be an air force fighter pilot when I inquired into joining 
ROTC in college.  I didn't have 20/20 vision at the time so I could not.  So guess 
what?  I became a hard-charging paratrooper!  Since they would not let me fly, I 
made the decision to jump from a perfectly good airplane while in flight.  
LOL!!! “Airborne—All The Way.”   “Then Some!” Ahhh!!!


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Past, Present, and Future Forever

Stick to the pen, not to the sword
this is the oath, long ago sworn
by the writers, who became the ignitors
of the free thinkers revolution

Now that I'm a soldier
don't cry on my shoulder
for I know its never right
I'm like you, imprisoned
in this War of Attrition
we are the seekers of the light

Wrongness is winning
in this, the beginning
jaded as it seems 
the hope has not faded
for someday we'll make it
grow as a beanstalk from a seed

Yes this tiny hope, forever shall float
the same way it has carried me thus
through the street of desire
fly over the liars
and the evil that swallows them up

I'll stick to the pen, like my old dearest friend
as tyrants cut us down with their blade
I shall get back up, and come back with such
fury as ink fills the page
exposing the lies, I shall have mine
for the pen is almighty, and forever in time


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Victorious & Proud

                                        

              By daylight on to which this earth we were born
                   A birth right given, we have never known 
                         stomping  &  shuffling at our feet,
                     Born in silence, we scream out loud….

                          Victory is ours, see us Proud.

                         A fear of dying comes not more
                        Tears we cry flood these  floors
               There’s no mystery to what We do or how…
 
                           Victory is our, see us Proud

                              Anger which fuels rage
                         Not I an animal, nor I afraid
                              When the battle is over
                             So is the stage, for now

                            Victory is ours, see us Proud.

                         Together we stand, side by side
                       Hand in hand we fight to stay Alive
                       by dawns calling If were not dead,
           We’ll walk away fromThis hell, smiling at Satan
                               And Laughing out loud…

                          Victory is ours, see us Proud


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ronin 32

Stone pebbles crush beneath my sandals
All thoughts of passion and desire now quiet
and kept deep within me locked away for now
Duty demands my return 
pace quickening
if nothing more than distraction from myself
A return to the warrior once again
Who tramples quick and hard upon this road
as if his feet hate the earth itself


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get out of my face

Get out of my face You and I do not run the same race and were not going to the same place You will not bring me down I will fight my own case I will Buckle my own belt This is the strongest Ive ever felt life is the sweetest aroma Ive ever smelled God gave me the best cards he's ever dealt I will not loose me! you people will not use me! your insults will not bruise life is the path that I choose! not the box you say I fit in! why don't you get in? instead its in my way you try to step in! ONLY ONE life to live AND I WILL LIVE MINE! I WILL DO FINE! I'LL NEVER EASE BACK OR RECLINE! WHY? because my heart is a lion! My bones are made of iron! Ive got buns of steel! A soul full of love! my faith that is real! Christ is my leader, mistakes is my teacher! I wont let up, or Take it easier! when its all said and done then I can take a breather! amen.


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Downright Fraught

Drip…Drip…Drip…
Don’t let the blood drip or we’ll be 
Caught…Caught…Caught…

Trip…Trip…Trip…
Don’t expose our weaknesses or we’ll be
Fought… Fought… Fought…

Rip…Rip…Rip…
Don’t MAKE any sudden racket or we’ll be
Shot…Shot…Shot…

Slip…Slip…Slip…
Don’t unleash our shame or we’ll be
Sought…Sought…Sought…

Depend on your defense and fight all those outrageous minions!

Gettah—grip…grip…grip…
Don’t fret, dear orphans, or we’ll remain
Fraught…Fraught…Fraught…

Don’t let it—slip…slip…slip…
Don’t repeat our name or we’ll be
Bought…bought…bought…

DO NOT—skip…skip…skip!
Don’t roam about or you’ll land in an uncanny  
Lot…lot…lot…

Don’t zone out or you’ll face your outlandish fears!

Well, gettah grip…grip…grip… 
Don’t plunge unto the forest ground or you’ll be outtah
Breath...Breath…Breath

RIP…RIP…RIP…
If you don’t abide by the rules, you’ll meet your
DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!

So, gettah grip…grip…grip…
You don’t wanna be enveloped in our
Wrath…Wrath…Wrath…

Slip…Slip…Slip…
Oh, you don’t wanna drift away into the devil’s
Path…Path…Path…

Are you ready to give in to victory? 

Do you all want this incredible power or what? 

ANSWER ME!

You make me downright fraught...you fools! 
You fiends! 
You ignorant, 
insufferable 
monsters! 
Don’t create a ludicrous scene or we’ll be downright
Fought…fought…fought…

Don’t you dare let it slip…slip…slip…
Don’t replicate our failures or we’ll be
Naught…naught…naught…


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black dove

black dove wont bring messages of peace
but leaves nightmares for you to keep
flits her wings, begins to fly
watches as the others die

black dove brings messages of death
count to ten and hold your breath
brings sorrow into worldly lives
and watches as the others die

steel beak and black wings
knows only of one thing to bring
doesnt know the word survive
while she watches as the others die

comes tragically, yet makes no sound
stills the wind and breaks the ground
forgotten what it means to cry
as she leaves the others while they die




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The Reign of Pain

We studied history and what we found
millennias in which war oppression tyranny abound
wars of religions politics and conquering men
violence destruction to Lord over their kin
 
Murder was rampant by all priests and kings
formidable weapons firearms tormenting things
those who designed torture for bodies called church
the lair of demons where the ravenous perch
 
Greed and abuse and fornication prevail
the assault on the senses this mindless assail
so few in the books found worthy of praise
even Socrates wisdom found shortened days
 
The depravity of Sodom again sees it's raise
for modern times man hasn't escaped these ways
you may not view a child in burnt offerings fire
but your neighbor will destroy just to reach higher
 
Technology and convenience can never change man
no law or potentate ever proved can
historians of the past were dictated by ruler
deleted the info that proved they were crueler
 
The distraction of materialism and it's convention
cannot change hearts or criminal prevention
men cloak their thoughts with lies and disguise
the women of today have become equally unwise
 
To the writing of books there is no end
that knowledge alone cannot hearts mend
to change our way God his Son did send
for Life in us seeks he to defend
 
Conspiracy theory cannot be denied
Lucifer to the first woman he lied
the mind needs food and absorbed that thought
and ever since then lies have been taught
 
God has set a theocracy for kingdom to rule
144,000 kings and priests will be his tool
to Serve mankind and those of resurrection
until they reach the state of original perfection
 
For God will gather all things in his Son
who died so that our freedom be won
Love by Way of Truth an Life prevail
and nothing will this kingdom assail
 
 
sources Matt 20_25-28 21:12-16
Matt chptr 23 Apocalypse 4:18-22
chptr 7 Ephesians 1:1-23
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | I do not know? | |

savior

I'm caught between my heart and my feelings the insanes logic slowly revealing the battlefield drenched with mistakes made not nearly enough the price to be paid a calming word, transformed a harming world endured a storm is drifting and quick on my tail a confrontation of hot and cold gales a twister shows my irresolution love my blindfold a cloudy illusion a future forbode locked with lies consumed by those who claim to see through shut eyes a war is lifting and my allies run thin the ignorants blood we can't ever win the devil lays hot coals to refine us the flames catch the weak who will confine us so you protect your pain and love your hate they dig our hole and we'll never escape we slowly grow darker and flames hotter the link missing between father, son, daughter hush the gales for your pain is what i crave mind and body only focused to save rest now for the stars smile, shine, and cry gravity seen reality defined trust me to catch your suilloete aginst untamed skies only in deep pools of blood will i die i'm caught between my heart and my feelings realities plight slowly revealing hear the solom sunkin words of the stars who dare to be up and a away so far they lay sane and untouched by the hard time and i pray for you to follow in line a storm is drifting and quick on my tail a war is, lifting soldiers raised from hell give me your pain relenquish dependance so i can weild it and close the distance savior


Details | Free verse | |

Ronin 21

There is a price in taking another man’s life and
it strikes during the repose of presumed peace
waking screams to the half moon sky jaunted movement startling
calm water reflections deepening self hatred scowling back
in the shining metal reflection of someone I no longer know
A moment to take a man’s life feel his weight fall upon your weapon
His mouth silently open asking the question his eyes have already answered
I alone among thousands with rain washing the sickness and desecration
And pooling deep into my pores the fresh blood that fuels this new ghost
to forever bond to me his untimely ender his teacher
that has not and never will have and answer
for his blue fading eyes


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Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


Details | Couplet | |

Knight

Onward I march, bravely I ride  
Into the unknown, I never break my stride

Axes and spears, I use to defend
Quickly I bruise, but cuts easily mend

The sea of steel armor shines in the light
I show no mercy and race to beat the night

An epic fight is fierce, long and proud
The sound of metal forever echoes out loud

The kingdom is now safe from unwanted attack
I serve my King nobly and expect nothing back

A Knight is what I am, 'til death I will serve
My cries will ring proud, never will I lose my nerve 


Details | Epic | |

Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


Details | Burlesque | |

The Mighty Master Macho Man Tom...and the lil' mouse

I'm lean, I'm mean, I'm tough as nails
Nothing could frighten me
I'm ready to defend my turf
as you can plainly see
Ju-Jitsu man, master of knife and sword,
Can shoot an eye out at a mile...
No fool would be so foolish
as to dare challenge me...
You see before he'd even know it,
I'd break his stupid knee
No Superman or Batman
Would dare to take on me 
But, well, Mighty Mouse, that's another story,
Which leads us to our yarn..
But first let me emphasize
I am mighty, mighty macho
I'll never suffer hurt
I'm such a mighty he-man,
Even when I wear a skirt!

As Ive shown, I've always rules
My kingdom is my house
Until one winter's day
When I was attacked by a tiny mouse!

He scurried out from beneath the sink
and caught me by surprise,
That dastardly little bully!!
Just what did he thinK?
I saw bloodthirsty menace in his eyes..

I jumped up on the table
knew not if i should have fled
The frightful thought then came to me
What if now he's in my bed??

So I shored up my fading courage
Went to enroll in Mouse Martial Arts
I'll get that little bast_rd..
Before he terrifies more hearts

So when i graduated,
back to home I went
Helmet,armor, side-arms, baseball bat,
and mace and gas-mask too...
I knew I was now prepared,
For whatever he may do!

I searched the house that evening,
But find him i could not...
Now worried he went for friends...
that evil little snot!!

500 mose-traps I then set
Comforted, so off to bed I went
Woke up from a bad mouse-dream,
in the middle of the night,
To the bathroom i had to go
My bladder told me so,

Now if you can imagine
Being caught in 50 traps
Then you may envision
What was about to elapse...

Oww!Oww!Oww!, Oh, Mercy Me! is what I cried!
As mouse traps snapped right and left
My poor old bludgeoned feet!
Paid the price for my stupidity
And not being at all too deft!

I pee'd myself in pain,
It flowed from me like rain!
Luckily in spite of many a hurtful trap,
my pants I did not crap!

So let this be a lesson,
If a mouse wants to live with you,
Just choke down on your pride...
"Cause there's nothing you can do!!!


Details | Free verse | |

Turning Anguish part 2

Missing a remarkable meaning in my life
I’m the woeful sacrifice
play me as the dice
on the solid table
and roll me and speak of a fable
don’t toss me 
like a valueless toy
brushing…echoing harsh envy
Heed to our last plea 

You’ll face dire rage 
giving no mercy to your desire
Are you aware you fed my wrath?

Mercy-filled bliss
don’t exist in this pile of vile
father…mother
Don’t bother to trace our passing ease
that we dearly missed

What could brew these ruins to love?
Disbelief covers my once kind heart 
conquered by avarice
Unforgettable doom,
has been written on our tombs,
sending us a last kiss of unmoved death
Giving us futility…
Leaving us without a breath

Behave and deal with
frightening bolts that dare
break us apart
and turn it to denied anguish

Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?
We all do our part in it
That’s the troubling truth
Toil cheers up the spoil
What could we do
to get us ahead of
Power?
stricken in toil
Separate the spoil 
that crumbles away like foil

Give us little power
and lift up the broken twin towers
and fill us with 
Unspoiled love
The only choice
is to patch-up our love
and strip off the turning anguish
and fill us with 
Unspoiled love

The only choice
is to patch-up our love
and strip off the turning anguish
and fill us with 
Unspoiled love
Your sun will shun out strife
and be a kit to fix up concealed love
and fill us with
harmless love 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Final Disposition

I see the fields of ash
browned by the sun
the bodies laying in the field
but the war has not been won
my last gasp of air

I have clung to you
my salvation
for years and years
the darkness cannot spread I reason
it is almost here

I hear them calling now
“the war has just been won!” they say
a raw victory for my heart
the battle has just begun
on the horizon

The drumming of my heart
I call out in the rain
only one can hear
amidst the sounds of marching
the gates have opened…


Details | Free verse | |

Imsoulpregnable

My mind,  not weakened by life,
My heart protected,  by my soul.
There is honor,  in doing what is right.
Believing in myself,  being true to my pride,
Makes my soul impregnable, 
keeps my spirit gold...

The battle cries,  the wind that blows,
then quickly dies,
Nights spent shivering in the cold.
My spirit shall not be broken,
My courage will never fold.

My interior walls,  shall not be penetrated
or cause me to fall in shame for the
things I've done & those I have hated.
For me there is no regret, 
No,  apologies,  for the life I lived
or have,  to live yet...
The brick that holds me
together and keeps my spirit gold...
is the strength of my
impregnable soul....

David Bear Caldera
02/03/08


Details | Epic | |

Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


Details | Epic | |

Moon Song

Her Royal Majesty
Regal and proud
Rises on
Her mist-white cloud

Waxes full
Then wanes till not
She may be gone
But never forgot

She gazes upon
The shrouded land
And gives them light
From Her fair hand

Dawn draws near
Her incandesence ebbs
While dew glistens on
Silver spider webs

Pass beyond the farthest hill
Wait, unseen, until the night
When She can resume batt'ling
Sky Throne's eternal fight


Details | Epic | |

Otagim

Nasil anlatsam
Acilarimi dindirsem
Zaman akti
Olenler buyudu

Animsandi  gecmis
Kipirdamadi ruzgar
Ne acilar  gecmis
Yol tikanmis
Yar gecememis

Ne kalmis yarim garipten
Otagimda canim
Terkedilmis arzularim
Misaim
Kisragim ay dogsun yuzune
Bir gunlukte olsa 
Gel cadirima
Sazim calsin yureginde
Otagim  yurdun olsun


Details | Ballad | |

THE DEFEAT OF THE ICE KING

The Ice King stood mockingly
The Shadowfire in his cold bony hand
The snow fell
On the land
Upon his freezing hell
 
Send me a knight!
With the courage to take this gem!
Otherwise I will shatter its' heart
In front of all of them
 
A Shadowfire cannot take such cold
Its' light needs warmth and love
Who will fight?
Came the cry from the battlements above
 
The Prince of the North
Cold blue fire in his eyes
Strode forth
To the Great Hall
To find a sword,
that hung on the South wall
 
To sever the head of the Ice King
Return Shadowfire to the Hall
Turn the Wraiths in to nothing
 
So many swords to choose
The lives of many
He cannot lose...
 
As he looked upon the South wall
A mighty sword leapt off
With a rasp of steel
It shot into his hand
All he could feel
Was the strength of all
Of Heartstone
Knights too
 
Five feet of magicked Faerie steel
As a light as air
Yet, strength to feel
 
It cut the air with a swishing bite
A sword to use...
Against the Ice King
To bring back the light
He must not lose
This battle between day and night
 
He strode down to where the Ice King stood
The Prince of the North
A duty to perform
Evil to overthrow
Evil to slay,
amongst the ice and snow
 
The Ice King put the gem into a leather pouch
Sword drawn
With a sly grin,
he went into a fighting crouch
 
The Prince,
his eyes on the gemstone
His sword drawn
The strength of Kings and Knights
He was not fighting alone
 
The swords clashed
Ringing steel
Steel, flashed
A Heartstone sword magicked and true
Took on a strange hue
 
The battle, fought on and on
Hours on the ground
Until night fell
The sparks from the swords
The strange glittering light
The clash of steel the only sound
 
The Wraiths began to screech and wail
For their King
For ,they could see
The Prince weakening
Beginning to fail
 
For, the Prince of the North
Such a dark desperate night
He called for his winter light
The Aurora Borealis came forth
 
It touched his sword,
with new and beautiful light
The Ice King could sense defeat
with a turn and wheel...
A sword flashed
A severed head rolled to a heel
 
An Ice Kings' frozen smile
The Prince of the North,
picked up the head of the Ice King
Threw it among the Wraiths
Then fell to his knees sighing
 
The Shadowfire he took...
From the carcass, the gem
Raised his hand...
The light burst forth
Illuminating the Prince of the North
 


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Baptized In Rhetoric

Standing atop your plateau as if divinity has made you a martyr with in the eyes of your deceived people, with a mighty rant as you pound your fist and whip the tranced crowd into a fix it's symbolic a burden you lay at the feet of an unsuspecting populace with his sharp tongue we hear the beating of the undeniable war drums. A snake handler to the bitter end his venomous propaganda and tyrant agenda compliments his chaotic delusions of an unsuccessful intrusion into his homeland, paranoid the battle plan novice is the level of incompletion to this critical decision he speaks of reckoning at the gates of hell Armageddon on the terms of the victors and fret no more because salvation is about to wash ashore. With his dysfunctional smile as he sways to the rhythm of his own megalomania selling the souls of middle Transylvanian to a hostile enemy single handed cheating of this own people a dagger to the precious heart of this own empire watching as it burns and expire. A sheep amongst wolves a charade a worthless leader he eroded the threshold of sanity and has surpassed the Rubicon now the world must hold it's breath as the senseless bloodshed begins, ashes to ashes dust to dust in a malice war we trust.


Details | Ballad | |

Aquarian Dream II- Leaving Kali Yuga

A glimpse in your gilded eyes Tells me all inside your lieing mind How can you Stand without a spine How can you speak without a will Failed to announce the pain Will they realize the illusion Is it all to late? The lies that are so common Have put up a delusion Infront Of the people's mind So deep away from the dark Will we come when father is coming For us, is it all to late? Soft little messenger I dare you to spread the word About our dying world All come far and near Listen to what we have been waiting to hear The walls have broken down The gates have been breached The Keep stormed in Praise and sing They have killed our king Our conformity is on it's last day All Black Skies have been tainted with grey Our flags are now just tinder The palace has all been burned to cinders Our Empire has fell Praise and sing They have killed our king I see the light of a dawning Age Let a new era begin An Aquarian dream a day where we are all free Inside our minds; our hidden refuge But there's no need to hide perfection Concordia shall be our queen Justice, independence, liberty are our only virtues free to be whoever our heart let's us be Go to the tower, strike the bell Soft little messenger And tell of Victory All come far and near Listen to what we have been waiting to hear The walls have broken down The gates have been breached The Keep stormed in Praise and sing They have killed our king Our conformity is on it's last day All Black Skies have been tainted with grey Our flags are now just tinder The palace has all been burned to cinders Our Empire has fell Praise and sing They have killed our king All come far and near Listen to what we have been waiting to hear The walls have broken down The gates have been breached The Keep stormed in Praise and sing They have killed our king Our conformity is on it's last day All Black Skies have been tainetd with grey Our flags are now just tinder The palace has all been burned to cinders Our Empire has fell Praise and sing They have killed our king


Details | Epic | |

Fallen the man is

Crimson shadows dancing down the wall.
Shadow figures raceing down the hall.
Screaming echos screaming into the emptiness of night.
Pools of red are gleaming in the beams of the moon light.

Oh to who may find me tell my wife my love
I've left this shell behind me gone to the lord above.


Details | Epic | |

Hidden Heros

They sit on blue benches
with foiled mask
What ever happened 
should dare not ask
paint chips away in 
more ways than one
as they sit and reflect 
in the mourning sun


Details | Rhyme | |

One Patch Of Earth

Yellow parchment papers 
tattered round their edge. 
Filled with different names in ink 
bearing witness to many deaths. 

The battlefield long now cleared 
of corpse, blood and gore. 
Belay the epic truth they tell, 
knee deep in history and wars. 

Dead stacked like cords of wood, 
burnt on unsanctified fires. 
Log by log of rigored souls 
sent the flames up higher. 

years later make shift morgues sat 'bout 
to hold the fallen heroes. 
Kept in dungeons and deeper colds, 
till springtime thaw for burials. 

Those that live on to build 
and keep recording life. 
Never thought once and all 
war would end their daily strife. 

So it goes, axe to sword, 
Cannon to machine gun. 
Scud missles to nuclear. 
Who will be left to say they won? 


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Cassandra's Capture

Pride goeth before a fall,
It shall be said, long after.

How well the phrase fits this Argive king,
Come far across the wine-dark seas
In his gleaming ships of war
To rape the wealth of other men's homes
All for the sake of a woman,
Or so it was said.

Here in the smoke of the ruins,
Behind the walls breached at the last by treachery,
- 10 years' bloodshed not enough to have battered them down -
Troy's temples lay sacked and belching fumes for incence,
And here he comes, blazing in bronze and puffed with pride,
To claim you, as his rightful prize alone!
You,
Whom even the gods respect.

Mad you are, and blissfully so.
Yours eyes, flashing in your mantic states
See farther and more truly than those
Of any other mortal.

You know the things to be all too well,
And for this were cursed with a great gift of prophecy
Forever doomed to fall upon deaf ears.

But today the curse becomes the gift it should have been,
If to see a proud victor's doom
Riding hard upon his heels, he all unknowing
Be any comfort to the defeated.

He takes you to his death and your own besides,
Mistaking the darkness of your smile
For the resignation of the lost.

He bears home with you the fall of all his house,
And many of these proud ones shall join you both
In Hades' cold halls ere long has passed.

So bid your mother not despair
To see you taken and treated so lowly;
Bid her to rejoice in your ravings,
Tell her to raise the torch and call on Hymen
To bless and seal this doom
Which has been set to avenge your righteous dead
Who fell beneath these now so hollow walls.
Exhort her not to weep for her mad daughter,
Who, in being made concubine to this beast
Weds high indeed in final truth,
As through this match she goes to a god,
And he the one most truly feared.

The torchlight flashing
Like starlight in your rolling eyes!
Your beauty as you whirled there,
Absorbed in frenzied grief
Became a sight before which divinity trembled!

And your broken people smiled in pity for your,
Eyes full and dimmed with tears.

Yet is is enough, perhaps, for you alone to know
As you are carried off across the lashing seas 
To the enemy land,
The flames of your dead city
Lighting the night's horizon,
Holding in your heart the bittersweet truth none would believe,
You commune with the Eternal,
Bearing gall and misery
To an arrogant fool.



Details | Narrative | |

LAND OF THE FREE

It started at the harbor, The Harbor of Pearl,
When the Japanese shook up the White Man’s' world,
The bombing of the harbor brought tears to our eyes,
To see that the Japs took us by surprise,
This was our entry into the Big War,
The first time terrorism has touched our shore,
Since the British were seen the exit door,
In retribution to such a dastardly deed,
These slant-eyed people and all their seed,
Were gathered into camps, their property labeled Void!
The Island of Iwo Jima utterly destroyed,
We won the war at such an intemperate expense,
With Japanese Americans routed and fenced,
Stripped of their pride and dignity'
In the Home Of The Brave and The Land Of The Free...
Spoken in true Hypocrisy!
Our founding fathers built this land,
On the backs of the Slave and the eradication of the Redman,
ALL MEN ARE GREATED EQUAL, so it is written,
But when it was written, the Black and the Red, 
Were no more than a horse, cow, dog or kitten,
When finally realized and legalized as men,
The Civil War had come to an end,
When the North and the South reunited as one,
Separate but Unequal was the anthem now sung,
In the Home of the Brave and the Land Of The Free,
Sung in perfect Hypocrisy,
One vote, one White man is now the law of the land,
Enforced by virtues of the Klu Klux Klan,
Terror was the weapon used to destroy,
The spirit of the Injun and the nigger boy,
When the oppressed and the depressed rose above this Ill,
Freedom was the cry from doorstep to window sill,
I HAVE A DREAM, was the anthem to shout,
Equality For All is what America's about,
Freedom from illegal seizure and search,
Is now the law of the land,
Unless it affects the National worth,
And you're not a Caucasian man,
Profiling is the word they use today,
To route the Arabs in the same way, 
As the Cowboy herded his runaway stray,
In the land of the free and home of the brave...
HOME OF THE BRAVE, LAND OF THE FREE,
THIS IS THE WHITEMANS' HYPOCRISY! 



Details | Rhyme | |

Hell's Wrath

Violent dreams haunt me while I sleep Deciphering why my world is so bleak Bloody heartbreaks scatter this fear Gorey, hated memories fall with every tear Poisonous darts stay buried deep within Blurring my eyesight and distorting my vision Intensive reactions warped in this maze Dizzy and disoriented jaded over in haze Rancid tension crawls out of my skin Wandering down a damp abyss blocked from within Lost in a desert where no exit is seen Faded and lost mixed~up in a dream Cold atmosphere alone in my heart Visually here but in my mind so far apart Arriving in fiery pits choked~up with smoke I guess in this dream I never awoke So now deep in death, I dwell in Hell's Wrath Because deep in sleep I chose the wrong path


Details | Ballad | |

The Lusitania (Part One)

More than twelve hundred souls
Meet their watery grave.
German U-boat patrols
Spark a fatal shockwave.

This echo of the past
Resounds throughout history.
Rousing war unsurpassed,
Deadly shroud of mystery.

The empire aids Cunard,
Loaning millions in pounds.
Lord Inverclyde toils hard
On deceptions unsound.

They hide admiralty
Within their merchant fleet,
And in reality
War barons plot deceit.

Famed cruiser so agile
Brings home the Blue Riband.
Propellers prove fragile,
New designs would respond.

While retooling the craft,
Gun mountings are installed.
Hidden away most daft
Down where the ropes are hauled.

However they decide
To switch their new design.
Large cargo holds shall hide
Munitions in her spine.

War with Germany starts
With land mines and blockades.
America builds parts
While Britain launches raids.

The Isles become war zones
With no sure passage back.
Submarines would throw stones
To sink the Union Jack.
 
So Daniel Dow protests
This British smuggling ring.
The prior chief suggests
Attacks these loads will bring.

A German message warns:
"Huge risk at British sea!
If allied flags adorn,
They'll be hacked to debris!"

Captain Turner is picked
To lead the merchant ship.
"Speed shall avoid conflict
On this momentous trip."

Voyage two hundred-one
Departs Pier 54
Under a watchful sun,
Fresh ammo in her store.

Steaming toward Fastnet Rock,
Bowler Bill seeks advice.
Three ships are sunk in shock,
Warnings are confirmed twice.

Posting double look-outs,
They ready the lifeboats.
Bill secures a black out
While taking careful notes.

Thirty miles from Cape Clear,
The vessel enters fog.
Weather thwarts so severe
The captain slows their slog.

The periscope spots them
As orders are passed down.
One button shall condemn,
Destruction all around.

The Old Head of Kinsale
Watches the missile glide.
The bomb shreds to assail
Those weapons stowed inside.


Details | Acrostic | |

Revolt

Resolve irreverently
Every violation of Godly law
Violence attending resistance
Others have failed
Let us succeed
Tyranical rule must be defeated


Details | Rhyme | |

Young Rebels

The good die young. 
So we perform these evil deeds. 
Then pray for forgiveness,  on our bloodstained knees. 
Not because we are cold hearted. 
But because we cling to life with an ambition.
Secrets  blow in the wind, just listen. 
And make out the codes.
Dig tunnels into the earths surface in search of gold.
Bloody knuckles as we fight for our freedom.  
Bloody flags wrapped around our swords as we fight for our kingdom. 
And our homes. 
We roam. 
Trying to find the key to life. 
Young rebels, our torches light up the night.


Details | Concrete | |

MY PLEA

I ASK................WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS? 

FOR WHAT CAUSE DO I DWELL WITH THIS MENTAL SICKNESS 
(NIGHTMARES). 

I HAVEN'T SLEPTED THROUGH THE NIGHT IN OVER 16 YEARS. 

FOR SO LONG I'VE BEEN ROAMING, SEARCHING THIS LAND OF NOD, TRYING 
TO FIND THE ANSWERS. 

I'VE TRIED TO PLEAD MY CAUSE AND EXPLAIN MY SUPPLICATIONS TO MEN 
OF GOD BUT NO ONE WOULD HEAR ME. 

I'VE REACHED OUT TO FAMILY, FRIENDS, ASSOCIATES AND STRANGERS 
BUT NONE WOULD HAVE ME. 

NOW I CAN PRAY NO LONGER. 

WHEN I USED TO PRAY, I ONLY ASKED TO BE RETURNED TO MY DAYS OF 
OLD. 

THE DAYS BEFORE MY INNOCENCE WAS STRIPPED AWAY, BEFORE MY 
MOTHER HANDED ME OVER TO FATE, BEFORE THOSE WHO CLAIMED THEY 
LOVE ME, SHOWED IT THROUGH SEXUAL ACTS AND PHYSICAL BEATINGS 
THROUGHOUT MY CHILDHOOD. 

I TRY EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY TO FORGET. 

ONLY WHEN IT'S TIME TO SEEK REST, I RELIVE THIS HORROR EVERY NIGHT. 

THESE HELLISH DREAMS HAVE TAKEN HOLD OF ME. 

NOW I STAND ALONE. 

THERE IS A BEAST THAT RAGES WITHIN AND HIS NAME IS ANGER. 

IN MY LEFT HAND THERE IS A CUP THAT HOLDS THE TEMPTATION OF 
REVENGE. 

TO SEEK THE TOTAL DESTRUCTION OF THOSE WHO CAUSED HARM UNTO 
ME AND IN MY RIGHT HAND, THERE IS A CUP OF REASONING. 

TO FORGIVE THOSE FOR THEIR FAULTS AND TRANSGRESSIONS AGAINST 
ME. 

THE CHOICE BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL, HELL OR RIGHT ARE HARD TO 
MAKE. 

I AM WHAT YOU WOULD CALL DAMAGED GOODS. 

NO GOOD THING WILL EVER COME OF ME. 

THE STIGMATISM FROM MY PAST WON'T ALLOW ME TO FULLY BE OF 
RIGHTEOUSNESS. 

I'VE BEEN PRETENDING FOR SO MANY YEARS TRYING TO BE SOMETHING 
THAT I'M NOT. 

NOW THE PICTURE/ MY FUTURE IS CLEAR. THIS IS MY REVELATION 
(TRUTH) , MY STORY, MY BEGINNING, LEADING UP TO MY DAYS OF 
END...............


Details | Narrative | |

I. Father Byrd

Centuries ago
Father Byrd crossed those worn and weathered mounts
into the wild untamed unclaimed Mississippi River valley, settled down
and farmed land in a place that came to be called West Tennessee
sent grandsons off to Franklin to die for the Confederacy, sat and wept
and said not a word until he died of a broken heart, let his sons and 
their grandsons and their sons and their sons farm his acres 
‘til TVA took half of it, and the mechanized farmers across the Mississippi made 
the rest useless, and the next generation went off to college and got Yankee 
jobs, and 
his last son sat dying of Alzheimer’s in a Lay-Z-Boy in front of a TV screen, and 
his brother drove the last stake of barbed wire fencing into the ground,
rolled over and died of a heart attack in the timeless pasture.
He was eighty-six. I’m seventeen and here I sit
using my hands not for plowing, not for splitting logs,
not for shooting deer, not for fencing,
but for writing the history of those who came before
and made this life possible.


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ULYSSES

ULYSSES

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong, bell. 1

Cross legged I await 
Heavens beams, to embrace
to bundle to lash with twine
	drifting wood 
While the waves whip the beache's grace

I hold the smooth forked roots in hand 
Roots in time can break stone 
and mold it like the water is able 
Water that feeds the root 
Sun that feeds the fingers

I ask not much old sea
Dashing dead against stones
Barnacles tear at flesh and vessel
low birds impale the shell
to eat salty flesh

Everything and nothing is water
Eternal yet fleeting
Comforting yet cold
Supportive yet unwieldy
Reflective yet transparent
Hungry yet quenchless

Ye oldest mare 
whose rising breasts swell
and hungry opens cavernous
to consume both breast and beam
 
Her victims wash about my feet

Ripen, swell abreast
resign this earth

Death who she knows best
who winged I've seen
who in decay keeps fertile, she
who drinks endless of streams immortal

I await her sea-nymphs call for me
Though I alone shall not quell
her endless thirst, 
	when half submersed.
Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong, bell

Deus pasit corvos*


Tempest 1. 2   (1)
God feeds the ravens*


Finishing Line Press.  Book FAREWELL TO THE DUST, by C. S. Leaf avalible March 2008
www.FinishingLinePress.com


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I Don't Know About you America But I feel Like A Whore

I don't know about you America but I feel like a whore
when the Bush Administration wants to give me a $300 score
how many of our young men and women in Iraq will have to die
before they will admit that this war is one big fat lie?
how many more will be in foreclosure and become homeless
before the government realizes this a problem they need to address?
I'm beginning to suspect that 9/11 was a secret government conspiracy
so that Bush could justify an invasion in the interest of national security
where are the weapons of mass destruction they were so desperate to destroy?
It seems like taking the Iraqi oil fields was the only reason troops were deployed

I don't know about you America but I feel like a whore
while the Bush Administration runs out the White House doors
and like a good trick when he's done he leaves money on the table
then has the nerve to tell me to spend so the economy may become more stable
the corporations have sold us out and with the Chinese we're now in bed
more Chinese goods in America even some with paint containing lead
we used to be a country that thrived on production
now all we do is go to war and cause global destruction
the dollar is in the toilet and not worth the paper on which it is made
could it be because we're at a deficiency in international trade?
the Bush Administration has us again in debt to the tune of trillions
yet how is it that Republicans are still raking in the millions?

I don't know about you America but I feel like a whore
when the biggest John leaves us broken, bitter and sore
the Secretary of State believes the propaganda that's she spinning
the Joint Chief of Staff insists this war we are winning
but all we've done is cause chaos and confusion
It seems like America is the problem and not the solution
how many more soldiers will return disabled and lame
before the Bush Administration assumes any of the blame?
they talk in a manner that's most condescending
yet fail to remember that it's OUR tax dollars they're freely spending
let's not mention those "Hanging Chads"
we all knew brother Jeb had the election in the bag

we use one country against another to further our objectives
and when push comes to shove we drop them when there's nothing left to give
after Afghanistan and they way they dealt with bin Laden
why are they surprised that towards us his heart is now harden?
I don't know about you America but I feel like I've been betrayed
at least in the Clinton Administration only Monica got played

this poem took me 10 angry minutes to write


Details | Ballad | |

Say Good Bye

if you can love, you can kill
if you can love, you can build
Babals famous Tower and Will

love is a thrill
and yes love can kill
love can destroy us and probably will

it always takes two to love
but only one to give
one can love a diamond, one can love a star
one can love a baby, one can love you for who you are

but love can disappear in the blink of an eye
when a curse is lifted
or when you see someone kissing
your sweetie pie
magically love turns to tears
and fall out from your eyes
when the last tear has fallen
love says good bye


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The Dark Ones

Little shadows,
Evil hearts…

Watch all of you, fall apart!

Eyes so red,
This horrible pain that’s in your head –

It brings you down…
To, this place you call… hell.

[So now you’re going down
And,
I’ll tell you this
There’s no way out.]

Watch this now,
These heartless pricks –

But don’t be fooled,
For we have one more
And, there it is
Standing at that door.

All it can say to you now  is…

[You’re going down
There’s no way out
So give up now,
You’re full of doubt
You’re falling down]

Keep this thought
Were with you here,
Just hear me out,
We’ll help you dear.

For you cannot see,
Through these blind red eyes
That you are here,
You’re with us now –

Don’t hold it in,
Let it out
The truth is here…
You are, one of us.


Details | Epic | |

When the Stars Fell Down--First Sacrament

heaven opened up once to the eyes of Man.  the reached up to the sky to be led by the hand.  but no one came.  no one came, no one came.  their eyes strained to see the twilight sun, the stars came down and stained their burned tears as the End begun.  no one came. no one came, no one came and the stars fell down and still no one came.  Man laid down on their tear-struck faces as the stars fell down and wiped out their holy places, all around the world and no one came.  no one came when the sun fell down, no one came when the sky made sound.  thunder rolled as the chimes tolled, heaven and hell were at war again, but no one came no one came.  the Devil was loose and no one came.  The Sephiroph tied the noose, but no one was sent to the burning earth.  no one was in the Garden to answer the call, no one was in Valhalla's hall.  so no one came.  god and his angels had already fought this war once upon a time ago, and no one wanted to revisit that cataclysmic sorrow.  the stars came down and neither angel nor god would dare spill immortal blood.  star fire and hailstorm came down from the mountains in torrential flood.  the chimes were ringing and star rain was stinging, would no one come?  neither angel nor grigori would stand and take Man by the hand.  the judges waited for salvation to come, but no wing or sword would ever come.  no prayer made a sound when the stars fell down.  No one came no one came.


Details | I do not know? | |

Ageless War

As they tend to do on ghoulish nights
the souls are screaming an endless cite
together the sound will end the fight
as the souless warriors all unite
they wonder in ever aimless march
they walk together in rounded arch
they cease as sounds of stringless harps
play deadly tones of rising starch
for todays the day that satans born
as hell is opened in endless scorn
the gate of death in ever form
the doorways open souls are torn
heaven hears the banshees fall
the angels of life begin the call
as wings of mighty resting tall
the flight begins for the endless war
the shining beams of white will show
the proud of savior carry them low
as swooping of good will begin the blow
the war of ages will now bestow
father time has just been slain
the devils work to heed the pain
the angels try but cant regain
as time stands still the war remains
planets fall unto the sun
the gods work now see satan run
as rocks will fall from heavens gun
the star of light now dark wings won
clouds they part the flight of life
swoops down below in endless flight
as souls are stolen from the night
no sun to see whos wrong whos right
the ageless war still in the now
no angels of light for you to bow
but all remains unto the brow
of life on earth is forever in prowl
for you and i are in this fight
who side do you declare to right
for you and i have no more tears
for the fight will last a many years
the wings have fallen to the ground
the horns have risen up but not found
they somehow met in ghastly earth
guess what you and i are one from birth


Details | ABC | |

Love of the Crown (Choka)

Through the village, rides
The king on his mighty steed
Preparing for war

Details awaiting orders
Pose in their armor
Just awaiting his next word

Shouts in unison
Demonstrate their loyalty
Willingness to die

As they set forth with their king
For victory as their goal


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When Love Failed

When all the lights went out and the edge of darkness crept in, the Hero looked out over the abyss and came face to face with his sin.  He had come this far, following the fallen star, he had come this far.  He had fought through fire and hail, over seas of blood he had set sail.  Over hill and valley to this last standing finale, he had come this far.  His sword and scythe bore gore and strife, but he would not quit, he had come this far.  But now he stared out into the dark and he now faced the only foe who could kill him.  Now all his fears clawed at his eyes and he could not dissuade them.  His Love stared back, though her heart would lack, the very love that had brought her to her fate.  It was now, again, too late.  The Hero fell to his knee, his frozen heart breaking as he sent his plea.  "Let it not be her!!!!!  How did this occur???  It can be anyone but she!!!!!"  But God did not hear and could not see.  It was no one else but she.  Through age after long age he had thought he had lost her to the Devil.  Well, she stood there yet still was she lost to the sly Devil.  The Hero stood up from his seat, raising his lost eyes to her head from her feet.  She did not stare back, for a soul and eyes she did lack.  This was a shell, a shell raised from the pit of Hell.  This was not his Love to be.  This was not she.  "Show yourself, Demon King!!!  Put face to your treachery!!!"  The Hero's demand opened the shadowy ring and out stepped He.  "I am sorry to have done this, Hero.  This is the Last War and I have to do everything I can."  The Devil explained himself to the Hero, the Hero heard the Devil's plan.  The Hero shook his head and then he said, "I know that my Love is dead.  No shell will sway my hand or heart.  I've come this far and now must play my part.  For this I have bled."  The Devil sighed and some say he again bent his hood and cried.  "Then face your rotted bride.  With sword and claw strip her hide.  This is war and this must be done.  Finish now what you have begun."  The Hero raised his sword as his face sank and paled.  "Once more my love has failed."


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THE WARRIOR

I AM A WARRIOR. 

I FEAR NOTHING UNDER THE SUN. 

NO MAN SHALL HAVE DOMINION OVER ME. 

I AM A SELF CONTAINED ELEMENT THAT CONSIST OF ATOMS, MOLECULES 
AND ENERGY GIVEN LIFE IN THE PHYSICAL FORM BY THE FATHER. 

I WILL NOT BOW DOWN, WORSHIP, NOR GIVE HONOR OR PRAISE TO 
ANYTHING OF THIS PLANET, ESPECIALLY GRAVEN IMAGES. 

I AM ONE WHO WISHES TO BE GREATER THAN THE GREATEST THAT THE 
GREATEST OF ALL THE GREATS CREATED WHEN HE GAVE BREATH TO 
MANKIND. 

I SHALL NOT BETRAY MY PEOPLE FOR ANY REASON WHATSOEVER, EVEN IN 
TIMES OF HARDSHIP, DARKNESS OR WAR. 

I WILL STAND STRONG AS I TRY TO ANSWER THE QUESTIONS THAT BURN 
HOLES IN OUR HEART'S. THE QUESTION THAT I WONDERED ALL OF MY LIFE 
THAT WERE ANSWERED FOR ME BY A DYING MAN. 

I AM TO LIVE FOR THE REST OF MY DAYS SEARCHING FOR THE TRUTH. 

MY MIND IS CONSTANTLY IN DEEP SPACE NINE, PUSHING BEYOND THE 
LIMITATION OF MY PHYSICAL. 

I AM NOT TO ENGAGE MYSELF WITH WORTHLESS CONVERSATION. 

NOR CAN I AFFORD TO SLIP, SLUMBER NOR FALL BY THE WAISTSIDE. 

I AM TO WALK UPRIGHT AND NOT FALL VICTIM TO THE WICKED INDIVIDUALS 
THAT ARE SO-CALLED FRIENDS AND LOVE ONES. 

I AM TO SEEK KNOWLEDGE, WISDOM AND UNDERSTANDING THROUGH MY 
CULTURE WHICH IS I-SLAM (I- SELF- LOVE- ALL- MATHEMATICS) AND USE MY 
DIVINE POWER TO REFINE MYSELF. 

I AM TO TREAT EVERYONE THAT I ENCOUNTER WITH RESPECT AND 
EQUALITY. 

I MUST SHINE MY LIGHT UNTO THE EARTH AND RECOGNIZE THAT I AM FROM 
THE TRUE AND LIVING. 

A WARRIOR AND DESCENDENT OF THE ORIGINAL MAN. 

THE FIRST CIVILIZED PEOPLE TO INHABIT THIS PLANET. 

I AM A BORN LEADER. 

I AM TO BUILD POSITIVELY AND DESTROY NEGATIVITY/ NIGGATIVITY. 

I AM A FREEDOM FIGHTER, WHO'S QUEST IS TO EDUCATE AND FREE MY 
PEOPLE FROM MENTAL SLAVERY. 

FOR I AM NOW BORN INTO EXISTENCE WHICH MAKES ME A COMPLETE 
CIPHER (ONE WHO HAS 360 DEGREES COMPLETION OF SELF). 

I HAVE ARRIVED! NOW WITNESS THE BIRTH OF A KING WITHOUT A 
CROWN…………………………………….. 


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Courage

Yes indeed, the time draws near
when we must volunteer
to risk our lives, face our fears
And use and create
what was given us through the years
That rebellious spirit
our enemies fear
The intestinal fortitude
to stay on the horse when it rears
The bravery to land on the sands
of far away lands
And receive the orders
to go forward with gun in hands
At this time
something inside you
whispers, i am a man
speaks, I am a man.
shouts, I AM A MAN!
I am a man


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Untitled #268 / Victory

I cannot concentrate on Calculus.
For while my friends are finding derivatives,
I dream of a young girl,
an angel with a dirty face,
her mother raped, her father disappeared
into the desert like a dying sandstorm
her brother, C-4 explosives strapped to his chest,
combusted in the middle of a Baghdad bazaar.
But she, oh she, lets not a tear
slide from her face to the sandy floor
even as strange men barge in,
wearing combat boots, wielding rifles
and chanting,
“victory,
victory,
victory”


Details | Epic | |

War Archaic

On scribbled parchment, sanguine letters writ in blood
Of hidden tales, broken pages smeared with mud
An unknown soldier, his blood he lie
With glint of sword, his death is nigh
A scar on the body, an ache in the heart
Blades in the dark, cut his chest apart
In his sorrow, with his dying breath
He called to his dearest Elizabeth
For never again would he see her face
‘Twould be here he died, this abysmal place
The war had begun, some fifty years hence
This soldier unknown fought for a sixpence
His gentle soul ripped by the horrible conflict
That artists of the gilded age could never quite depict
On the field of valor, were armies a’massing
‘Twas nought but bodies as sign of their passing
The head of the line led a cavalry charge
As arrows shot past, betwixt shield and targe
With iron-forged pikes upwardly thrust
To satisfy the wicked Gods’ bloodlust
Cries in anguish rang out cold as steel
Sheering flesh from bone, with fanatic zeal
With each death, came a tear fell from Heaven
The forgotten soldier, unidentified number eleven
Which side won the battle could not be told
Such death and carnage, history alone could be so cold
Through passage of time and the set of the sun
Came the dawn of a new age, the era of the gun
A weapon of such power that no armor can shield
That strikes such fear that the courageous yield
Could the forgotten soldier have known this to pass
How could he foresee land mines and poison gas
This is what we make of the cause he died for
To repeat the same mistakes, to continue his war
With a whimper or a scream, how does Humanity end
An unjust war on the horizon, on you it will depend...


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Love Will Be Thy Sword

No steed for him, his feet just fine
as he stands with conviction and power.
For he knows his destiny, his job to do,
from evil, he would never cower.
He fights for the right! He fights for the Light,
The One true God, the Lord.
So, Michael approaches the devil himself
with his hand upon his sword.
It is for He and be it His will
that Michael uses his power.
The devil’s fate, his destiny,
is met this final hour.
An angel, himself, Satan he is,
but he just wanted it all
and God being the god He is
sent Michael to make him fall.
Be cast down from heaven oh, ungrateful one!
Be cast down to live out your days!
God has granted the power you sought,
but gave it in other ways.
Live out your life in darkness with fire.
Be cursed, to Hell below!
Seek out your victims, or subjects you say
from the seeds that you will sow.
Evil, now upon knowing defeat
was forced to leave the clouds.
Michael, left standing upon his feet
was tall and strong and proud.
He fought off the evil that came to fight.
He fought for the grace of his Lord.
He fought for the good and all that is right
with pride, honor and sword.

So, even today, as we go into battle
ready to fight for the Lord,
remember always, your heart is your shield
and love will be thy sword!


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Vengeance

Quietly, at night, he descends in the cavern
Keeping his hand, tightly upon his sword
Squinting to see what may lie before him
Keeping careful to not utter a word.
He is on a quest, a personal vendetta,
This dragon had taken his brother’s life
Left at home, were his children, young and hopeful
And the remains of his once, adoring wife.
The dragon will pay for the evil he masters
Demon, within the cave, will truly be slayed
The man, with the sword and a heart full of hatred
Will one day be thankful for this vow that he made
Now, as he approaches, a light in the distance
A fire of Hell, it seems, straight from the ground
Careful to not arouse, the demon who slumbers
Careful to sneak close, without making a sound.
A rock, oh, the foot, had kicked down the cavern
Awakening evil, in its eyes, fury and rage
The two, face to face, respect, but with hatred
Sword now is drawn and a war now is raged.
With quickness, he ran, stalagmite, a cover
Ducked for a moment, to gather his thoughts
Yes, if he runs, with shield as a cover
The sword, he could use to plunge in its throat.
So, off went the man, but really a boy,
Sixteen, with so much life yet to live
Off to make claim to a victory he needed
To slay the dragon, he would never forgive.
The battle ensued, man and dragon,
A moment of fury. He prayed to the Lord.
Being smaller and faster, he got up on under
And into the neck, he thrust in his sword.
Diminishing fire, the dragon lay wasted,
Dying and trying to take its last breath.
Standing, though tired, the man watches on
As life is now fading, its life now bereft.


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Good King, Great Queen

The night descends upon the kingdom of Gaa
As the king prepares, in his chambers, for his night
Upon summoning the queen for all of his desires
He is confident of success for tomorrow’s fight.

Meanwhile, in Sura, a king, too, has a thought
Preparation of the battle is what he must do
Sleeping? Loving? No! That’s not for him.
For the King of Sura is but a shrew.

As the sun is descending and the moon now appears
King Wexle of Sura prepares all his men
To surprise King Rabba, in neighboring Gaa
To kill, rape and plunder again and again.

Now, back in the chambers, Rabba and the queen
Two lovers together, harmonious indeed
No thought of tomorrow, no not at this moment
For, as in love, together, they always succeed.

But, alas, there’s a sound! Thunderous! Explosive!
With screams of some men, they jump from the bed.
Surprised by the attack of the men from Sura,
They must now fight or suffer their death.

The queen had a plan to gather all her men
Through tunnels, in darkness, they followed her lead
Rabba, with his men, held back the attack
While the queen with her men escaped through some trees

Now, Wexle, felt glory, thinking now was his time
Rabba, he thought, was to already have perished.
The queen and the land, all now will be his
For property and goods are all that he cherished.

As Rabba advanced with knights by his side
The queen had her knights surrounding the rear
Wexle, at a loss, had gathered his army
The look on his face was of shame and of fear.

In shameful loss, Wexle, at that moment
Reached for his sword, knife and a shield
Proceeded to run and attack the queen
But she was a fighter and would not yield.

With a display of fighting, forever unrivaled
The queen took her sword and swung to the left
Wexle was surprised and on his feet, stumbled
As she plunged her sword right in to his chest

Rabba had come in with thoughts of a victory
Unknowing his queen had secured that for sure
Looking to see the face of the enemy
He then looked at her, a face that was pure

He knelt before her and requested the honor
Of hugging her there, in front of her men
With a nod of her head and the dub on the shoulder
He jumped to his feet and hugged her just then

Into her ear he whispered the following,
“my love, for you, my kingdom I give.
Without you darling, there’d be no tomorrow.
Without you darling, I shall not live.”


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The Knight's Night (Choka)

Oh great knight, beware
Lay not your sword at their feet
But raise it above

Turn not your back upon them
The true enemy
They will be first to strike you

Be fooled not by them
For they live to deceive you
Bring you to your death

So strike first, good knight, this eve
Live then to see tomorrow


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Patience

He waits, patient he is, as she brings his daily medicine.
Always in white, from head to toe, she is his angel
His time here, bound, limited, is not his choice,
But the random selection of enemy artillery.

While he was at the front, he had known what to expect
Here, he is very surprised by what has hit him 
Love slapped him in the face, unexpectedly
Leaving him defenseless against her.

Each time she comes, he smiles, hoping to stir her feelings
Yet, she passes, like a dove, knowing the presence
But continuing on her daily routine, chores,
Unknowing of watchful eyes and heart.

His time for leaving this hospital quickly approaches.
Each and every minute is torment of denied love.
He must confess his feelings and intentions
Risking the friendship and bond, they share.

Stunned at first, she admits to her feelings of love, too.
He can’t believe his ears, her voice is now music.
He takes her by the waist and pulls her to him
Lips puckering for the first time, shared.

They both feel the electricity, the undeniable, inevitable truth.
He tells her of plans to marry and the home in the states
And she breaks down, crying uncontrollably.
This is not what she expected, but is willing.

He went off to the states with dreams, discharged honorably.
He holds on to her until the day of her arrival, to be his.
Moments away are torturous to his heart and mind,
Leaving him with plans to make, for her arrival.

It is morning. Train pulls in at 10:45 am in New York’s Penn Station.
He waits with flowers and a smile that could start an automobile.
Descending the stairs now, he sees her, she sees him.
They run, embrace, kiss and plan tomorrow.