Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama)
~Alice Sweet Alice~
Everyday -- Holding Hands
Sunday Dress -- Pink Ribbons
*Her And I*
How can they say she did not exist
This Sweet Girl I Named Alice
The way she looked at me
-her eyes tender green
A body figure I can't describe
Together we played hide and seek
We swung in ways no one could see
This girl with pretty red curls
Who loves the sound of pouring rain.
Together we slept under the same breeze
We carved our names on the same tree
Side by Side it Read Alice & I!
We whispered the day I fell off my bike
Alice sweet Alice, said I look good in bloody red
Every day I stared into the mirror
Alice put her left hand on my right
We share the same identical scars,
under the right and left palm.
The way she held my hand
Healed the scrapes in every fall
Beating from the bullies, she could not take
Again Alice, whispers--- "Kill Them All!"
No one ever said a word,
when she stood by my side
Alice, knew me inside and out.
She knew my eyes -When they cried!
Now I can't sleep,
Since the day Alice, fell in the abyss
Forever conscious in a self hug
--- this is no dream
The rage took place
--- when she left!
This Girl Named Alice, spoke of darkness
Now when I hear the sound of pouring rain
I stare at the shadows on the wall
I allow myself to soak in the abyss of where it started all.
My hair of red, is not the same
These cuts are all that remain
The only clue in which Alice, was here!
Holding on to stainless blade
ALICE SWEET ALICE!
Please call my name!
Why did they say she never held a single breath?
I know she is real, she's existed
Why else would I had let her cut my wrist?
This Sweet Girl
"I YELL FOR ALICE!"
Visits again ---
Who is to believe?
For everyone says
Alice lives inside my head.
Something evil this way comes
Sure as the rising of the Son
A single heart left to bleed
A lost soul with a dying need
When love proves it doesn’t care
In creeps darkness and despair
Angry voices from deep with-in
Scream I’m a fool once again
I now make my soul like a cave
It’s the darkness that I now crave
Around my heart I shall build a moat
With blood sacrifices unto the goat
Deep in darkness as a soul can be
Father of darkness come feed on me
She destroyed the love in my soul
I do pray that hate fills up the hole
Troubled souls with hallow voices
In this life we all make choices
My choices have left me degraded
I now hate the person I created
Into darkness away from the Son
Something evil this way comes
Yea, I posted this for Deborah's contest.
Believe it or not this is who i used to
be. Poetry is a truly amazing tool when
it comes to change, it transformed this
into the man I am. All I can say about
that, "Praise be the Power of God".
The flood of human remains plummeting downwards. Horizon blackened, jolted from the sky. Towering waves of obscure aftermath swarm to the heavens. With a slight endeavor, kingdoms turn to squander.
Ravaging paths meet and become hordes of ailment. God’s hand has erected the retched bowels of man’s mass burials.
An avalanche of skulls,
Rain down the exhumed past of lost ancestry. Prophecies fulfilled to our graves of dispersed dead.
Oh what a mistake I have made,
Traveled so far to end up this way.
Not in a million years would I have guessed,
That this idea was truly not one of my best.
Never had known things had changed so much,
We for sure had fallen so far out of touch.
So many different do's , don't , and bewares,
Actually has left me absolutely scared.
What a fool I was to ever believe,
That she would ever be in love with me.
At my age you would think I know better,
You can trust this will be remembered forever.
Oh what a terrible mistake I have made,
Wanting all these memories to just fade away.
Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama)
All this time I have always had my doubts,
Not the person led to believe is what I found out.
To be deceived and lied to for oh so long,
Down deep I knew there was something wrong.
Head over heels I had fallen in love ,
Always thought you were sent from above.
How the knife is twisted into my side ,
So much pain I can do nothing but cry.
These memories of what I thought was real,
I'm confused and I don't how how to feel.
Is this really possible that I did not know,
Through all this time it never showed.
Such an evil thing to do to a man ,
Especially the lies which he could not stand.
How cruel and cold your heart must be ,
To carry on as you did never letting me see.
Hard to accept all those moments so dear ,
Realizing they are now my greatest fears .
What was to be Joy and Happiness,
Replaced by the feelings of a loneliness.
Never did I imagine this happening to me ,
Thinking that you and I were meant to be .
It's a very hard thing for a man to accept ,
When he finds out that he's been tricked.
Was it the money or the control you had ,
Maybe because you are really just that bad.
Some day soon for this you will have to pay ,
For the sins against me and your evil ways.
Goodbye to you who ever you are ,
For in this heart you have left brutally scarred.
Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama)
My Dad was Chicagoan.
He would light up a room just like my Mom.
He loved to fish ! He loved his beer .
He also designed a Octagon home in the 70's
Built custom by hand . I was very proud of Dad .
Alcohol hit our Family , a curse .
He left my Mom when I was 14 in Illinois.
To renew in California , leaving a trail of tears .
Meeting my step mom , my sisters age .
My 2 sisters they were accepted in her world .
Not I , I looked too much Like Mom . Told this all my Life .
She a petite Beauty , RN , real estate Broker .
I did not see why it was wrong to be like mom ?
I moved in with Dad, His new Wife , and 2 sisters
eventually . All three women were competing for my Father .
I was kicked out at 16 yrs.
Years do pass , you try and accept people places and things .
At the end of Dads life , he was calling me once a week .
I ordered a Engraved Clock for the Fathers day coming.
This was a issue for the Wife and sisters , never invited to his new home , 2 Decades ~My little Brother & I , never wanted .
Dad passed suddenly one sad Spring Day . Not one word from his wife , all 3rd party, how and when, Dad Died . being denied the right to his address , even to say goodbye .
Not being able to send my engraved clock .
"Dad Passed " received call from sister whom just stayed a week with me , I took her all around the sites here . "1st day I get call , you should come , 2nd Day after , Dad's been cremated already . " It was a lie.
I went anyway , finding the funeral home, the Funeral Director was appalled at the denial displayed.
He insisted I was given 10 minutes alone with Dad , my Birthright to say Goodbye , he was in dismay over the Hostility towards a daughter ~
I get to this room of mean relative's. His sisters , Mine, angry looks , hearing from a Aunt "What is she doing Here ! " I can't give nor reason or rhyme.
Shame to you and all that participated that wicked day.
Are you Glorified with Power? Denied the right to grieve ,
Left with no sane answers to give in hatred received by Blood . Some , just Spouses , telling me I had no right to Say Goodbye to my own Father , My DAD .
My Dad wanted me there , I know he did . I love Him and will never forget , his youngest girl whom looked like Mom . I know in my heart and dreams he speaks.
We all see when we leave . May God not allow any Son or Daughter to go through such Evil.
Thank-you Poetry Soup for returning my voice .
Get on your bike
and get out of my face
it smells of fish and oil
on the beach this peachy day
cape on my shoulders
to fly away
up with the seagulls
I sh*t on your face
Now that the body
has been properly buried
full of the scars
from the wars do I carry
I cannot believe
you all find me scary
I skip full of spirit for
despite this I'm still merry
For on this day
God smiled on me
gave me the sign
to renew my belief
and with his presence
I shall achieve
an eternal life
filled by my infinite energy (S).
Habits at Dawn (Collaboration Contest)
by~ Catie Lindsey
Everything eventually dies
in long hours of neglect
and what remains is not what you think
nor what you suspect.
Guarded safely forty fathoms below
where little white lies and evil intent
cannot swim the bustling tide
of the things strong men invent.
Cruelty in a place
where honor was thrown to the wind
where loyalty meets with lashing out
crushing bones into pulp
shading the flowers bloom
stripping the heart of any hope
that goodness will come soon.
It is safer not to feel
and hearts can't always mend
from fabrication of intent
to swallow you whole
spit you out and then
Funny how strong men invent
new means of weakness
casting shadows and pounding dents
into the body of the soul.
The heart stands no chance
with liars who get bored
and concoct evil intent.
by~ Poet Destroyer
As life rebirth the surface
Everything abandon will soon gain custody.
For every lie I will leave you wordless,
and subside your pleasure of gluttony.
You think I will drown with God on my side
All the things you men invent,
are nothing but lies, your evil excuses under disguise.
One day you will be held in content
Honor in what?
The way you think you can slip away.
Loyalty was the shortest subject you ever took.
Turning every wrong page in my book.
You men can strip our heart,
And give us the will of no hope.
I said Nope!
Along will come God,
who will flip my boat again to float.
I will see the goodness!
And feel stronger than I was before.
Mend my heart with new habits to explore.
Swallow the whole world complete.
You will be the one beneath my feet.
Weakness you will find in your own shadow,
once I walk away from your deceit.
Lashing out to bring me near
Never will you hurt me,
or set my heart in tears.
New habits are easy as one two three.
A collaboration with* Catie Lindsey
I have this story of the garden of evil I saw.
Darkness called to me, I was drawn inwardly.
Walking, a glimpse of beauty came into view.
She intrigued me as to why she was inside.
When I stepped in front of her she smiled.
Not an ordinary smile, one of pure wickedness.
She spoke to me calmly at first, as my eyes did view.
Transformation began as her beauty faded inwardly.
I swear to you that I felt like darkness had smiled.
Her shape changed and now a devil my eyes saw.
Beckoning me she said come with me inside.
My soul captured my mind knew now wickedness.
She told me that I was hers now as the demon smiled.
That I had to take my place beside her in wickedness,
Which the garden of evil was now placed inside.
That the evil call had embedded my heart inwardly.
As she took me aside to a mirror where I could view,
What happened to me, undeniable is what I saw.
I was changing outwardly, as well as inwardly.
My eyes were blood red and horns came into view.
I had become her male counterpart, we both smiled.
Within a couple of moments, I was lost in wickedness.
Then out of darkness other creatures came from inside.
More and more demonic creatures are what I saw.
She said, Meet our armies that mankind cast inside.
That she had waited for me, again her lips smiled.
Upon wave of her hand a mist came into view.
It was me in previous form, yes, you were evil inwardly.
Your whole mortal life you felt you had no wickedness.
Suddenly I knew she was right, this was a prediction I saw.
My destiny was sealed; garden of evil will keep me inside.
A consort I will be to her evil heart, fulfilling wickedness.
Thinking back in my dreams I could have changed what I saw.
Though forever and beyond, darkness grows inwardly.
As we held each other, a vision cast came into view.
We looked deep into each other’s eyes and we smiled.
What we both saw, within her womb something was inside.
We knew we shared wickedness, as the birth came into view.
Love, lust held inwardly, looking on, our baby demon just smiled.
Note. This was part of a dream I had and I feel it was a release to write this to help me fight my personal demons that have always plagued my mind and dreams, maybe I watched to many horror movies when I was younger, I have seen almost all of them more than once
The Flood of Destruction
" 5 The LORD saw how great the wickedness of the human race had become on the earth, and that every inclination of the thoughts of the human heart was only evil all the time. 6 The LORD regretted that he had made human beings on the earth, and his heart was deeply troubled. 7 So the LORD said, “I will wipe from the face of the earth the human race I have created—and with them the animals, the birds and the creatures that move along the ground—for I regret that I have made them.” 8 But Noah found favor in the eyes of the LORD.” Gen 6:5-8 NIV
Whilst Noah built the famous Ark,
He warned the people of God’s judgment.
Their period of God’s grace
Came to its internment.
The Ark offered refuge and safety
From the coming destruction from water,
But only Noah’s family
Were saved by heaven’s Protector.
God always offers grace to man,
But that time of grace comes to and end.
Judgment and its door of mercy closes
Even before Christ descends.
The three angels’ messages of Revelation
Clearly tell us how.
Destruction of those who falsely worship
And to the last days’ image bow.
False worship is the reason
That every soul will be tested.
Seasons of grace
For a time God’s always invested.
Similar to the days of Noah
And that great Flood of old,
But this earth will be destroyed by fire;
A new and perfect world to unfold.
The Flood was a cleansing of the earth;
From sin and its evil intent.
The fire will cleanse just the same,
When by God to earth is sent.
The righteous will be in the New Jerusalem,
Safe from Satan and his throng.
Although they’ll attempt destruction,
The saints are protected,
Singing the New Jerusalem’s victory song.
© Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue
I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear
Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm
When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane
I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes
I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries
I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs
As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call
With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay
Regrets I have so many
But one that drags me down
Every time I think about it
My face takes on a frown.
It was the day I left my wife
Though why I do not know
All I know with certainty
Is that I hurt that lady so
I never will forgive myself
The remorse is hard to bear
And everywhere I try to go
The furies, they are there.
I know until my dying day
I never will forget
The day I left my wife behind
It fills me with regret.
8 August 2013 @ 1720hrs.
~~Does my twenty five thousands worthless paper bills,
~~~express twenty five thousand ways of charity,
~~~~doth my eye have evil’s way of lustful thrills,
~~~~~or an evil way that makes for vulgarity…
~~~~~My gift of twenty five thousand I now hold in hand,
~~~~halted between two opinions in evil concepts of mind,
~~~now will my heart of gold aptly unfold to the poor man,
~~or shall serpent reveal illusion's affine…(relative)
~~I contemplate, my soul the heart’s mate begins relate,
~~~serpent mind perplexed as moral of core love vortex,
~~~~releases love’s potion, mercy of will, love’s first mate.
~~~~~Heaven smiles rich uncle’s approval not abate…
~~~~~Uncle’s mission at St Peter’s request, reinvest,
~~~~worthless paper bills, through pure heart his soul reborn.
~~~Uncle’s choice, successful rejoice in nephew invests,
~~his soul is thus reborn, by works of nephew not scorn…
~~So rich man worldly sell that you have, give to the poor.
~~~Tis the moral of this story, you shan’t have glory,
~~~~worthless paper bills you must convert to heaven’s store,
~~~~~worthless paper turns to vapor, moral of story…
~~~~~Love, the truth verily, paper of the earth worldly.
~~~~Love is power, truth it’s kingdom, infinite Forth Knox,
~~~exchange your paper for heaven‘s true gold, verily,
~~Spirit’s stock exchange sets free soul out of the mind’s box...
~~Gift of worldly mother load, I exchanged and bestow,
~~~uncle’s request, converted to love best, gives me chills,
~~~~twenty five thousand bills, the cause of a soul to grow,
~~~~~I bequeath to all needy humans I meet of world’s ills!!!
For contest: I helped the Needy
For and in honor Carol Brown
Too young to die
They take a boy, too young to shave
Who has never lived his life
While his mates are chasing girls
They fill his life with strife
They send him off to a brand new war
Over some damned fools Ideal
I don’t understand their wars
And I guess I never will
The folk who like to run the show
Or most of them at least
Have never even been to war
They’ve never felt the beast
As he rips right into one’ intestines
That hollow hole of fear!
Each leader should be sent to war
Then the picture might grow clear
Then when they send young boys to war
They’ll see the whole damned show
The weight of endless terror
And then maybe they’ll know
What it’s like as a fine young man
To be sent out there to die
He might then know, how a mother feels
When she’s lost her little guy.
1 August 2013 @ 1443hrs.
A single kiss from thy lovely lips,
so sweet and so divine,
yet I taste posion upon your tongue.
Your beauty so glorious,
like a blooming rose so beautiful,
yet, why do mine eyes go blind
in the sight that you walk along with another?
Yes you, walk with another,
arm under arm,
lips touching lips in romantic kisses,
it makes my blood boil,
for mine lips are dry.
For mine eyes have seen your glory,
yet no one here listens to my story.
You are evil, yes you are,
don't try to deny,
Listen to a man of experience,
you might as well save some expense.
I write of our long romantic walks
we took together, under the shade of olive trees,
how we went apple picking in autumn time,
and made love in the foyer.
Nomore of that sweet and passionate love,
nomore silent kisses in the night,
when the wind blows hard against the branches,
that tape violently on my windowpane.
Nomore somber tears shed, when you got sick,
and nomore warm embraces when you shed tears of betrayal.
Betrayal now is a game played by a fool,
such as I,
to think I'd have a happy life with you?
Huh, only a fool would think such a thing,
but now I sit, looking at the foyer,
where we once made sweet, passionate love,
nomore will that foyer be filled with exotic pleasure.
Nomore will you be filled with smiles and exotic pleasure.
I've done my job, as a good man shall do,
now pack your things and get of my stage,
the spotlight yawns for anew,
and the audience grows tired and restless of you.
Now I live life anew,
you too shall see life in new eyes,
walking hand and hand with the blond, blue eyed devil
you call your own.
Shall he take one kiss from your lips,
and die of the posion he tastes on your tongue,
shall he go blind, when he sees your true, black beauty?
He will see the ugly soul, covered up by white rags,
and cheap makeup,
and then he will come to me,
and shake my hand in condolence
and say, "You were right!"
Now you are all alone,
looking for another, as you did many times before,
Now you are alone, walking an open road,
spying on another,
fear of being alone.
Now, you see when you play games with a good man's emotions,
don't try it,
because a good man is not meant to be toyed with.
I simply love being me
for I am so good at everything
step into my city and they
will tell you who is King
one day when I am hungry
I will swallow everything
then and only then shall I
inherit the stuff I dream
even then I promise
not to settle for satisfaction
at any instant half a second
I could spring into full action
so go against me? please,
you do not even measure
up to half of the goodness
that I hold tight like my treasure
still spreading rumors about me
to try and destroy my life
can't believe I let myself get beat by
a stripper and my self-intended knife
try and say I'm gay
even though we both know that isn't the truth
just ask any woman I been with
if they ever needed proof
they'll say I was the cream of the crop
as they took it all night knowing
I just may never stop
I own the status of a legend
now what you got left to say
when I bring it twenty-four seven?
Just When It Seems Like Life Is Overwhelming!
Just when it seems like I’ve faced
my darkest night…
And things in life,
aren’t turning out right…
This is about the time, when things
are falling apart!
And I began to feel a lot of stress in my heart!
I run to Jesus! I know that he wants to help me!
He’s always here! And promises to never leave me!
He sees me, and speaks words
of comfort, to follow!
He reminds me, that he’ll take care
of today and tomorrow!
He lets me know that he won’t let go of my hand!
Everything I’m going through…
He turns back all of the problems that are overwhelming!
And I see what things my life, are becoming!
I have fellowship with Jesus! Like I never had before!
He’s given to me peace and hope! And much more!
I’m glad I have such a wonderful
friend like this!
His love and joy… I don’t want to miss!
Thank you Jesus! For turning my life around!
And for plating my life on a solid ground!
You’re all I want! And all that I’ve needed!
With you as my Lord! My life has been completed!
By Jim Pemberton
Awakened with a strange coldness filling the air the sensation I’m not alone comes over me. They’re here; shadow shifters coming to life out of the darkness and into the moonlight. Shadow Shifters start as part of your dreams deep inside your mind then move into the shadows and watch you. They close in taking your breath filling you with fear and panic!
The evil and horror put in my dreams are such that screams can’t even escape. I remind myself it’s only a dream when awakened terrified. Awakened by things other than my dreams; no longer nightmares but now stronger and moving about my room – Shadow Shifters!
They come close, the cold swirls and their empty eye’s pierce into me. Shadow shifters are distant cousins to the well known Shape Shifters. Distinguished in they control your dreams, become shadows anywhere, torment and scare you to death when they tire of you adding another soul to the shadows!
I call my Guardian Angel for protection and love. I call to Arch Angel Michael, Raphael, and to all filled with love. My God above fill my heart and home? Peace surrounds me and warmth fills the air. Wings hold me; this I know as comfort and blessings cover me in a blanket of love. Good will prevail over evil if you believe in your heart.
Strangers tell me things saying it just felt right. Telling me gave voice to a secret freeing another. I tell you my secret of Shadow Shifters freeing myself and others haunted by these evils! My dreams and nights no longer have such visits.
Continued calls on all that is good even in sleep is so deeply imbedded in my mind and heart that only love flows. Never question, always believe.
It’s the story of an angel with sparkling white feathered wings,
Whose halo shines bright & voice is enchanting when she sings.
Her eyes had a glint that makes you fall in love,
She brought with her all the peace that was above.
In her mind, earth was a place full of joy & happiness
Until a day that erased all her glee, all her gladness.
She used to think that all people are beatific & pure
Then she discovered most of them were cruel and insecure.
[She became a]
Her wings have turned to flames of hell
In her mind nothing goes well
When you see her you can tell
She’s a fire angel, a fire angel
Anything she does turns from good to bad
She used to laugh now she’s always sad
Fire angel, fire angel yeah fire angel
Red eyes, black hair, always in the shadow
Instead of feeling high she’s always being low
Don’t get too close to her she could burn you
She’s a volcano who erupted & destroyed everything too
What could change her back now?
If you know please tell us how
To keep her from being rude
Wickedness has filled her heart
And now she’s falling apart
Please change her bad mood
After she lost each & every bit of hope she had
And when nothing could convince her this world isn’t bad,
She found a bright light in the dark; she found her soul mate
And ended up forgetting all spite, anger and hate.
[She’s no more a]
Now her heart beats sound like music
Now she’s ambitious, strong and epic
Extinct fire she’s angelic
[Again…cause she’s no more]
The fire angel
Whose wings have turned to flames of hell
The fire angel
In whose mind nothing goes well
Fire angel,fire angel
Now her heart beats sound like music
Now she’s ambitious, strong and epic
I tried to write about love but I haven’t felt it.
I tried to write about the sea but I’ve never seen it.
Then I tried to write about the air, but I have never breathed it.
I tried to write about magic but I never believed it.
I couldn’t write about god, all I have ever done is sinned.
And when I tried to write about life I found,
I have never really lived.
As the sun sets
and the twilight comes out,
as the birds and squrriels are no where in sight.
As the whores and pimps sit on street corners,
waiting for street lights to turn from green to red.
As cadillacs stop and roll their windows down.
I can her the faint cry deep in the darkness,
of dirty gutters and dark, dead end alleyways,
I hear the faint tears fall and hit concrete pavement.
I feel the faint cries of whores,
I hear the sound of backhand hitting face
and brused tissue and broken noses are everywhere.
And the somber tears fall onto pillow cases,
and white motel bedsheets run red with blood
and cheap Italian wine.
And you can her the poet over the radio,
reading his own work for the one millionth time
and you can hear his soul slowly wanting to die.
He drowns himself in smoke and alcohol
the whore takes her pay, or spends a night in a jail cell,
the pimp nowhere to be found,
with a shiny blade stuck deep in his gut.
And the somber tears fall gently on the concrete pavement,
the floors of a jail cell,
tears on the pillow case and tears on a lonesome stage.
Tears never present, but are seen by many,
pain aches and pain takes away,
and I pour one more drink for the whore.
She takes me away,
and I caught her salty, somber tear,
and she crawled into my warm embrace.
I was the one who stuck the blade in the gut of that pimp,
who broke her nose and made her bleed,
with a cowardess and souless backhand.
I walk into the moonlight,
hearing the somber tears all around me,
crash violently to the concrete pavement.
The Earth rumbles and erupts with these tears,
that are shead for fellow Men, and Women and Children,
but we all look at ourselves and smile.
Happy we don't pay rent,
happy we don't have cancer,
happy we aren't six feet under;
But we still all cry,
Somber tears all fall in one big wave
crashing violently on the concrete pavement.
Now the red light turns green,
and the traffic moves along,
the whore is still at her corner,
the pimp still with the blade in his gut.
Deep in the forest, screams have been heard;
of men, women, and children, screaming their lungs out
in the misty, dense forest. A report was once given of a man
who ran to the chieftain's house, his face filled with blood;
eyes literally separated from the eye sockets!
It is believed that vengeful ghosts roam around the forest,
searching for a soul to be part of them; they can only do so by taking
a life. "They have a very disturbing, dark sense of humor", a warrior says.
"Sometimes they crucify a victim upside down on a tree, and send crows
to feast on them. At Sunrise, you see what was once a human; bones with some remaining flesh, as blood oozes out!"
After every five years on the night of the full moon, the villagers slaughter a bull and a dozen sheep to appease the forest spirits, that come with the mist.
A full moon night
to my delight
what is so wrong
with doing what's right
nothing is right
after so long
no use in complaining
time to move on
The Dream Water one day
might take me away
farther from the comfort
I float on my back
then shut my eyes
my body now sinking
into ocean arms open wide
Now swallow your son
back to his nature
when he is no longer
needed to stay here
the next generation
are dooming themselves
they need my experience
to guide them through hell
Why should I bother
on my own, I strive through
I turn my back on the thought
of bothering to save you
alone in this world
my, is it spacious
I'm finally smiling,
never so gracious.
Children with an illness,
Go through life,
They are looked down apon,
Because they are different,
When really they are not,
They are no different from you and me,
They have the same blood,
Running through their bodies,
Just as their hearts as well,
So, don't just look apon,
Their outer appearance,
And judge them,
For who they really are,
For a lot of them,
Are smarter and brighter,
Than you and I,
Could possibly be,
On our brightest day,
For they have the gifts,
From God up above,
So, always take the time,
To get to know their inner beauty,
For who they really are,
Cause they too need love,
Just as everyone else does,
If not even more.
Barking dogs echo beyond the doors of the pitch black night.Mysteries of the anxious dark buried deep in the heart of villains playing rock and roll at the poker table, coughing and spitting, feasting and dining while maliciously mocking John the Baptist severed head. A fleet of fancy boats whose interiors were fashioned with gold crept upon the surface of the shores with glamorous lights all around them. Business men dressed in fine tailor made suits with ruffian body guard at their sides,delight themselves with fine whisky, puffing gigantic Cuban cigar while being entertained by pricy and sophisticated women whose ornament worth a million.I saw the entire night unfold in front of my eyes, the night whose blatant sins speaks to the heart and soul of the heartless and formidable town. A town whose lawlessness expands beyond the pyramid of time mesmerizing the weak, crusading in the streets, milking the hands of strangers and making bawdy deal with friends and partners. I sat up in my car seat and witnessed the mysteries of the privilege night searching the hearts of evil men trampling upon their own misery and laughing at their own fantasy. The night wrapped up with innocence made ugly by villains cruising beneath the ship’s hold swearing and cussing, forcing the weak to carryout merciless act of madness. The crescent shaped moon positioned over my head prayed with me quietly and the smiling stars uttered songs of praise reminded me that God is around and he is in control. This was perhaps one of the longest nights; a night dominated by many unexplainable circumstances. I followed the puzzle all the way through in search of the ultimate truth.The naked trees caught up in the melodrama, stripped of all their summer pleasure stood tall while trying to hold their composure. I heard them moaning in despair at the sudden arrival of winter flair.I sat up the entire night looking at the naked trees in the dark, leaves peeling away from giant trees, bushes drying up in dismay,exposing everything that was hidden in the valley of the great deep. Aged old trees languishing their age looked at the universe lamenting their daunting years. I watched the sun immerges from behind them,its view overshadowed by dried up bushes but it forcefully made its way from behind the shrub sending warm rays of light
dancing around me.
As far as I know this is a true story about Alexandra the great...Peter
Alexander said to Dandamis
"Old man you come with me
For I need me a sannyasin
To take across the seas.
Hey you be just a beggar man
I'll make you rich indeed
You'll live a life of luxury
With everything you need.
Dandamis standing naked there
With silence in his essence
He had no fear at all did he
In the mighty leaders presence.
He said "I'll give you nothing friend
And there's nothing that I need
So Alexandra drew his sword
Tried to make the beggar plead.
Dandamis laughed and said these words
With power in his voice
"You can put that sword right through my heart
My friend, that be your choice.
But I left this body long ago
I have no use for it
So pierce this heart my fine young friend
It won't harm me a bit.
Alexander he was beaten
By a fearless beggar man
Though he had won most of the world
Dandamis foiled his plans.
The beggar said "You say you're great
But that's not true at all
For any man that thinks he's great
He be merely a fool
A young maiden fair and slender of great beauty and rose complexion
Was gathering wild flowers in a forest when an angel to her appeared
Gently she flew down and softly whispered in the virgin maiden’s ear
You are the chosen one and your destiny it is to save the Black Knight
High on a Cliff he stands alone in deep despair cursed by the Gods and fate
Only a true loving heart can save this mortal from all of hells damnation
Take this silver dagger, and child use it well, smite all evil and set him free
The angel then turned and disappeared as quickly as she had come
A vision then came and the maiden was able to gaze upon the black Knight
A man of grand statue and true beauty with sad dark penetrating haunting eyes
The virgin maiden’s heart it stirred as desire and longing enveloped her soul
Her Knight was held captive by demons and bound by chains of steel and gold
They hissed and snarled as if their screams came from the depths of hell
She could hear the knight’s distressed silent cries and felt his despairing agony
on wings of angels she was lifted up past impenetrable talon rocks to his tortured side
As fallen angels held him back, demons screamed and flaming fire on her breathed
Hatred and loathing spewed out on her as huge black ravens pecked at her eyes
Brandishing the dagger she bravely challenged monsters, demons and ravens all
The monsters and demons then ripped at her flesh, their teeth drawing blood and skin
Brandishing the dagger she bravely challenged each fiend and evil spirit one by one
She fought with such overpowering strength she knew not she possessed
As one by one demon and monster fell unable to overcome her true abiding love
Then the black howling devils of the night appeared even then she had no fear
Swiping at her adversaries she stood her ground, and plunged the dagger deep
Unable to cause more agonizing torment they soon faded in the depth of night
As released tortured souls screamed out for salvation and for eternal peace
As one by one her black knight’s captors were defeated by her love alone
Suddenly all screaming and hideous cries abated and peace then reigned
She gazed up into his soft gentle smoldering eyes her wounds forgotten
As he wrapped her in his arms and blessed the gods and all above
All his great agony and fears dissipated as the stars softly blessed their love
And on the cliff he gently kissed his maiden fair as an angel’s choir sang
The moonlight bathed them in light, as united they became as one in Paradise.
.Hera and Hephaistos.
Zeus and hera, King and Queen
Over all the Gods that ruled
In a fit of passion, one fine day
Made child, yet life was cruel
Hephaistos was an ugly child
All twisted out of shape
He walked just like a drunken man
Fun of him they‘d make.
The Goddess Hera felt a shame
In having such a child
She looked at all his ugliness
Her mind going all wild
She threw him from the mountain top
Into the deep blue sea
Yet Thetis took him down with her
For nine years there was he.
A gifted one he did become
A craftsman of renown
Forging artefacts of beauty
For the sea nymphs there to own
His anger at his Mother Hera
So he did work out his revenge
His plan was very cool.
He made a golden throne of beauty
And sent it to the Goddess
Who loved it, so did sit upon it
Yet though she tried her best
She could not get up from that throne
As it gripped her tightly there
She looked for someone to release her
Couldn’t find one anywhere.
They sought Hephaistros everywhere
To free his Goddess mother
And when they caught him he refused
He looked at one, the other
And told them I want Aphrodite
To be my blessed bride
Then peace made with his Goddess mother
One day he took her side.
This day when Zeus was beating her
His mother Goddess Hera
Hephaistros at his own peril
He did stick up for her
Zeus, he seized him by the foot
And flung him from the heavens
Yet soon the two made peace again
And then peace it did reign.
The moral of this story folk
Is to tell you with respect
That your children are not there
Your glory to reflect
A child must seek his own glory
Not try to live for you
So listen to this story folk
And hear it’s wisdom true.
The stones slipped through the great fingertips of God
Each ligure staked its existence on the four corners of the universe
The quadrivial region began to spin and pull into a sphere
And pathways revealed their footholds
The fourth ligure bravely landed in the midst of history
So that one day the future settlement of the second
Would be moved by the last—by the past
Suffering much it stayed
Manifesting in incandescent words
Thrusting evanescence upon the weak
Selfless, it's sorrow would move the merriest
Would move the unmovable
The third lies in the profound valley of mystical guardians
Star-recruited, they are the very light above the canvas of gray
They embrace the stone—are inspired by the stone
The very reflection of their creator was evident
Upon their unremitting glimmers
Unafraid to stare the others down
Motivated and construed by the glower of death
Eyes move fixedly beyond the simple vast
The second ligure rested upon the shoulders of invisible martyrs
The hopeful power it planted on the sufferers was unbelievable
For spectators used their disbelief to cover their ever-placed envy
They never were part of the battle—they merely watched
Always seeing truth
But they never quite absorbed
Like a rock hitting the water
The inevitable fate was to fly and sink
The first of the ligures settled in the very reservoir of Satan himself
Even the very heart of the devil is marked
Though rebellion embarked
The cold stone landed upon his naked bosom
He despaired not to the pericopal truth the gods had bestowed upon him
He merely despised it
But wished not to lose it
For such a stone to fall upon that dark corner—he felt pride for the gracious wound
In truth, there are twelve ligures of stone
And four were dispersed, dropped into the universe
The last eight the great Eternal wears upon his breastplate
And only He can re-move these ligures
-July 20, 2013-
-For Shadow Himilton's Any Subject Contest-
-Thanks for the inspiration-
The eyes so shattered and so blue,
You sit there and you knew
The pain of losing someone close to you,
And you beg for their return,
But a wish so great, can never be granted.
The eyes shattered and blue,
Take the bottle and drowned yourself,
They watch you destroy yourself,
And they know what they do,
Yet they show no remorse, no pain in heart.
You fall asleep
On a dirty mattress,
Held up by broken dreams
No pillow, no blanket
Just air you float on.
And your blind eyes close in the night,
The dreams come back to haunt you
And the eyes, they watch you,
So shattered and so blue.
Till three o’clock hits again
Wake in cold sweat,
Spiders on webs weaving a nest
In your head,
A cry out for the Madhouse,
Where the eyes so shattered and so blue
Stare at you, through a window with no reflection.
Jump up and down like a jackrabbit
running through meadows
running from what?
Could it be heartbreak,
a venemous snake that hides in the grass,
hiding with fangs ready to pierce the tender skin
upon the tight, bronze flesh of everyday life?
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now!
I need a vacation a long way away from the faceless smiles
and ignorance of young girls, who don't look at you,
who don't show you love and respect.
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now,
as jumping spiders hop everywhere, crawling eight legs around me
my soul black like carcoal, but my heart still beating
slower this time, not like the days before
and like the jackrabbit running from anything and everything,
I run to seek love and vanish away from the empty voids
that people call, their souls.
Recording a film with no tape,
talking to a woman you love, but not having the guts to tell her how you really feel
Jump my boy, like a jackrabbit, take my advice
tell her before she leaves
turns down the endless avenues of endless dark love
the trees grow taller, taller than you
and you sit there feeling away yourself die, missing out in life.
I cannot see you lose your love.
Say it, say it, Say it!!! Tell her! Tell her! Build the guts up!
Build up the courage, tell her how you feel. Take her by the hand and never say goodbye! Never say goodnight, stay with her till the flight comes in the morning
of the first rays of sun shine through your dorm room take her and love her!
Do not be like me, the jackrabbit! I see no happiness
Reading poetry it makes me sad,
to write of others falling in love and I never finding the one.
People tell me, you'll find yours, have hope
but I am a frightened little jackrabbit
who flees from sounds of deep emotions, not having courage to fall in love,
not building the guts up to tell her how I really feel.
She walks alone, I find my oppertunity and sing my love song
She smiles and moves on,
please tell me I cannot fight anymore.
All I have to say is Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
I need a vacation
to go to some sandy beach on an island of love
and write and write and write, the same poetry that depresses me
but makes you all fall in love with words!
Fiction about love stories, please kiss me
Blue eyed death comes, plays a game of chess with me
I bet twenty, he bets my soul
Kiss me death, the only love I'll ever get,
besides my poet friends who kiss my ass
Listen to my heart, truely, I don't write of beauty
I write for the sorrow soul, the fleeing jackrabbit
running away from love.....
You think you’ve gone just far enough,
I could smile knowing you’ve gone far enough that you can’t go back again
You think you were careful but,
I’ve caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form
You think you can find a way into my good graces
I’ve seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume
You can’t deceive me anymore and, I don’t consort with serpents
You think I’m a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win
Don’t underestimate me
You think I’m a joke but, trust me you won’t be laughing
You think I’m just talking myself up but, trust me, you’re the ones going down
My eyes took too long to adjust
Better late than never
It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours
My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep
Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet
Then I thought about the mess it would make
I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own
I was not weak, but I had a weakness
A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care
Now my heart is a stone so heavy
I could kill at least two birds at once
Being the nice guy is a thing of the past
Thanks for freeing me of that softness
You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things
When really I had just been swallowing razor blades
Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong
Can you feel my darkness coming, because it’s eager to hold you
If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run
Your gonna be the one with tired feet
I’m not sad anymore
Just sick with the plague of your lies
Contagious, and I’m looking for someone to kiss
Even angels can make themselves wicked
When we do, we take no prisoners
Still think I’m a game
This one is just beginning
Ice that will freeze the heart
shaking icy mountains
roaring like a lion does
thunder echoes around
with ice in hands body turns to stiff
heart faints weaker
Tears fall of cold imprinted on face
beneath his mask lips of lavender
face as white as a ghost
Fatigue of a warrior
ice blades that cut razor sharp
heart turned to blue
from harsh torture of his endless soul
among the most powerful
the king of winters
with ice of bone he conquers all
Brian Otoole .......
Poem for ((skat-oz ICE KING Contest))
(((I held an ice cube today in my palm for almost 15mins in my room with full ac power on held it tightly and after palm froze stiff I imagined the pain of dieing by ice)))
so I took sub zero picture you posted and it inspired me way more to write this poem for your ice king contest and feel to pain of the ice and cold in palm and in my room.im still very cold now even after this poem
A Knight from the vast Kingdom
of The King of Holy Throne.
Michael slept within a castle
on beds of peat moss, and of loam.
His face was sedimentary,
though laughter mapped its course.
And his gleaming hair cascaded,
much like a Viking of the Norse.
His raiment wasn’t fancy.
No silk nor satin hose.
But his mind was quick as silver
and his heart was pure as gold.
Cloaked without, by a robe of integrity.
Fortified within, by a will of steel.
He wielded the Sword of Justice,
while holding Truth up as his shield.
Saint Michael’s crusade was legendary,
as was the power of his sword.
Forged to slay the inner dragons,
in reverent service to our Lord.
Countless times the blade was tested,
for malice dwells not on defeat.
Never lacked he for contenders,
disciples of rumors and deceit.
Bad Rumor sowed the seed of doubt
within the mind of man.
Watered from the trough of spite,
he conceived his evil plan.
Each rancid seed that sprouted
grew to a bud of tarnished mail.
Thus, shrouded by corrosion,
he sought corruption to prevail.
When Rumor heard of Saint Michael,
his phosphorous eyes lit up with hate.
Armed with his pitchfork and scythe,
he charged through his hellish gates.
Targeted by dark ambition,
saddled by vicious greed,
he raced upon the clouds fate,
engulfed by jealousy.
Michael felt the evil presence
and strapped on his Mighty Sword.
Then he rode off to a clearing,
in the sweet realm of The Lord.
Rumor attacked with animosity,
his trident held, as if a spear.
But as the Sword of God unsheathed,
Rumor was lanced by sudden fear.
Michael raised the Sword of Eminence
as if to pierce the sky.
While sunlight sparked along its blade
a beam smote Rumor’s eye.
Blazing light seized Rumor’s mind.
It seared his ravaged soul.
And when the inner battle ended,
Rumor’s heart was charred to coal.
As Saint Michael wiped soot and ashes
from the length of his trusted sword,
his eyes fell upon the hilt
to runes inscribed there, by The Lord:
“May The Force be your faith
May your spirit know The Lamb
May Love guard your heart
May The Light guide your hand.”
You are my princess, my fairy tail, your my future queen.
You are the only thing in my future from what I have seen.
You are royality to me, and I litterally have the blood of kings.
I would even set you up in a real castle if you wanted it to be your dwellings.
I love you/everything about you, the pleasure and peace you bring,
how my heart hurts when i know you must go, how it uplifts when my phone begins to ring.
You are my morning thought, and my fading dream.
For you I would commit an onslaught, without you I come apart at the seams.
You are a petal, from a rose,
A sexy model, striking a pose.
My eyes for you never depart, my lust for you always grows.
I would never give you up. You are the one I love and chose.
You are so beautiful, in my eyes you are jewels, you are gold.
I need you, in my heart and in my arms, you I would forever hold.
I want to confess your love, shout it from roof tops, ever so bold.
You are the one I want, to grow deeper in love with, as we get old.
This is for you Dana~Lynn,
For you I would commit every sin.
I would do it with a smile, a smirk, or a evil grin.
Let me be your yang, and I want you to be my yin.
Our love is just at the start, and yet I feel it has always been.
I would cliff dive for you, even throw in a double backspin
You are my high, you are my drug, with you I feel like I drank a bottle of Gin.
It is the vodoo that you do so well that conjurred me to be your evil jinn.
I love you Dana-Lynn Smith. Forever yours, Jesse Devile.
Dark and stormy night and the wind is howling
as the pack of wolfs cry
echoing through the mountains you can hear the thunder roar
bright lightning strikes and hail stones beat hard into the ground
the earth trembles and hard rocks break for you know she is on her way
so black and so evil she is fearless of all great or small
for her eyes are red and her heart beats as loud as the thunder
a wicked soul she was the child of a dying angel,
for she has no love within it is only her soul in which holds the love
that she has never known,
though for her to change is to let go of her pain
and forgive her heart of all the evil in which she held
but until then she will remain the same
so black and so evil...
Life is a creative
A dance with
A non-sensical Mystery
Extending through and beyond logic.
Nothing holds it at both sides
Yet here it is. (There it is)
Like a volcano ready to erupt
My soul a hurricane swirling
Around my empty mind and cruel
And forgotten soul.
Pain, feelings so strong,
It cannot be described
On a page with a pen.
I snatch the lunar eclipse
And beauty of the heart goes away,
No sight, no sound;
No pain, no sorrow;
No smile, no frown;
No anything, no everything.
A soul so black,
A heart so weak,
That love is long gone,
And will never return.
No pain is worth feeling,
And no pain such that I hold
Is worth writing away,
No use in finding love again,
When faced with heartbreak
One thousand times before.
No more pain, no more sorrow.
I shall go and sleep away the time,
Till Death comes calling my name,
And lilacs and violets litter my way,
And a single ruby hearted rose
Dries up and slowly dies away.
The Pisces Lady
Let’s write about Pisces, a wonderful lady
She lives in a world of her dreams
Ruled by Lord Neptune, the god of the ocean
She’s a mystical lady, it seems
Imagination so strong, this makes her creative
Music, she loves very much
She may be a poet, write wonderful words
And any guy’s heart she might touch.
She knows of a world that’s vast like the ocean
She knows unconditional love
She loves all of nature and all of Gods creatures
And she worships the stars up above
Escapist she be, she’ll run from dark shsdows
Confusion at times makes her life
A dark, crazy world, then she’ll take some substance
Then maybe she’ll end up in strife.
Her heart is brim filled with sweet, loving kindness
She’s a hater of suffering and pain
To see creatures hurt would fill her with sadness
All cruelty drives her insane
She’s a magical mystical, lovable lady
So giving, she’ll help anyone
She might make a preacher, or spiritual teacher
But evil, she always will shun.
6 July 2014 @ 0755hrs.
Written for Leonora's Zodiac contest
The fox gnaws flaking muscle
From speechless rabbit, cold
In mind and body. Men shiver
As bodies dry, spat from river.
Rings of globes circle hands
Of the thoughtless, so beaten
From paths to be told of Him,
Waiting until eyes grow dim.
Walking among us is plague,
Standing above us is but love,
These winds will claw our youth
While faith entraps this truth.
Winter comes but we survive,
Breath and bones, colonies thrive.
So many travelers in caravans have witnessed
eerie sightings of men’s bodies torn apart
and buried halfway by desert storms.
“The sands are cursed by an evil sorcerer,
who had a spells book, coated with human skin
as a book jacket,” some say in trembling whispers.
It is said that in the night of a full moon,
a beast wakes up from its slumber in the dark dimension,
and gets into the desert, changing human blood to diamonds. It is a cross-breed
of a lion and serpent; only the daylight it fears.
A prize has been put on the monster’s head,
but only the bravest assassins are daring to lead
their souls to the darkest of the dark.
A roar is all the desert’s visitors hear,
filling their souls with fear.
I do not know?
Forgotten , and the age have forgotten me ,
I'm all hope but desperation kills me
No matter how much i live or when i die
i'm the evil and the evil is me
Long i walked in to that hallway of darkness
thinking about my heart's sadness
oh evil spirits poses my soul ,
and leave me darker
More and More
Ahoy , my heart with black tears ,
stop crying ,
and start the dark art
start the art of music
start the symphony of dark night ...
I do not know?
Basking in the sun on a warm summer day
Closing your eyes and drifting away
The day melts into a web of thought as the moon gently masks the sun
Spiraling downward towards the menacing dark
You search your soul for that life giving spark
A hope of love to guide the way to your childhood fun
As the stars move in to greet the moon
Your inner peace rises to croon
A lullaby to sooth the soul and heart
All negative thoughts scream as they pass by
You’re in control of this wayward ride
Keep humming for your destination isn’t far
How much you desire to live this life of peace
A wish upon a star, some hope, to please
that wondering mind so full of discontent and hate
You hear and see a familiar face
It’s you at age ten just hiding away
in the dark and alone begging to be saved
You reach out to the boy to embrace him
The two of you become one again
Exhilarating this must feel to know you are one
The light behind you shines to show the way
You peacefully walk towards the light with no desire to stay
in this dark and disgusting web that the evil of your mind has spun
You greet the morning sun with love
You gaze upon the sky above
searching the heavens for God’s glory
The skies don’t open as you sit and pray
But a tingling in your heart gives way
to the feeling of peace ending so much pain to your story
This may happen to you my friend
A feeling of loving thyself that never ends
So open your heart and let the blissful peace take over your fear
It won’t be easy to block the evil and negative thoughts
But the alternative is to allow it to fester and rot
Within your heart and soul you can hear the screams come near
So, steer from this evil place you call home my friend
And accept the love, peace, and hope that never ends
It’s your world to conquer not the iniquity of pain!
Here comes that familiar breeze again
Emptied of hope, it always returns to refill
Some other abandoned soul
A soul that delves deep into my own,
Drifting in an almost shameful stance
Festered ignorance, time, and thought
Resting under the wing of frightened hope
It is cool, like any ordinary breeze
It pleases all that feel it, save I
For I know it longs to take all that I have
In one…single… swoosh
You overlooked demon! Why are you so gentle?
Why must you manifest in sorrow and woe?
Sleeping in the convent of my soul
As others praise you and thank you
You take me under tow
Forever more, lost in this sicklied growth
With a silent tune of rests within notes
I remain where the breath is taken
I remain your host
The breeze grows painstakingly warm
Filling all with passions unfolding
Each soul finds its home
Leaving me alone with a soul untold
Always awake and crawling… and screaming
Bold, all-knowing and thoughtless
Wingless, tainted…filled with dread
It is warm and hated by all that behold it
And I grasp it, and hate it, and LOVE IT
For it takes nothing and gives me all
In multitudinous shrouds
Beloved angel—why do you burn me so…
Leading me into your sick embraces
As others curse to your face
You forever release in me
A despairing freedom that I know longer wish for
The melody caught—no room to breathe
Harmony caked with ignorance does seethe
For all no longer see…
I was always the caller
The mind holds terrible things
We wish no one could see
It tells a flattering story
As flattering as can be
Deep dark secrets fulfill
This space of air
When we think we are loved
The mind says; I don’t care
In this empty space we
Somehow call our minds
Deceive a person’s heart
And somehow keeps them blind
We will never know
The inner thought
Buried deep within
In a selfish twisted mind
That somehow has no end
In a quiet place is when
The mind works best
It always distinguish itself
From the boundaries
Of all the rest
It sees things that ordinarily
It feeds on overload and
And why, we cannot see
You thought lies, envy, jealously
Always come from the heart
It always starts in the mind
The utter most selfish part
There are two things in life
You will never ever know
How the mind functions and
And how evil in the heart grow
You would be surprise all
The things the mind occupy
And all the dark evil to
The heart it can supply
It buries things you simply
Would never and cannot see
It’s like a silent hill and
A hundred year old tree
So never underestimate
The power of the mind
It somehow brings out
The worst in all man kind
I don't know why I'm here,
As I see your mind fly,
Dignified I ran away,
though I know,
you need me whole.
I'm just not here for them,
staring at the demons in your head.
Sometimes when they have nothing to show,
I know nobody else but you,
you should know by now.
you just should.
I pretend not know that everything,
will come back to me.
Don't you know?
letting your fingertips follow my scars.
I'm here not to let you think about you,
just to take your heart ache away.
ignore the shades and focus on that in there,
I just don't want to see you fade out,
under those sleeves.
Let your self out!
Breath the ocean!
Taste the salt!
and if you feel you'll drown,
I'll let you sleep,
so a new day drops down.
Don't pretend you've had enough,
cause you cant have enough of our love.
Don't say you have your reasons,
when you've confessed to me in your sleep,
that, well, you really don't.
They are all broken, these charms.
come clean, I won't judge.
Explain the scars on your arms.
You can learn to love me back,
I'll take your troubles,
they are not here to stay.
Remember when this was such an easy game to play?
If you ask me now, of course I'm fine.
Don't worry about me, love.
Remember I'm not broken,
some pieces are missing,
but I'll found them in the ones that don't fit back in your heart.
I tell my self you're right for me,
and you are,
as far as I see.
remember what I told you?
there's no end to this.
Don't act like it never happened,
'cause we both know it did.
Come back to me tonight,
Shut your mouth while we kiss,
it's your right.
Don't let go,
'cause I might.
Dip your fingers in the sea,
now taste the salt,
I won't let you drown.
but in case you do,
don't come and woo.
i want you to show me
the deepest part
of your consciousness
i want to see the twisted thoughts
that keep you up
late into the night
i want to understand
and fragile design
that is your mind
i want to meet your demons
and hear the things
they whisper into your ear
i want to hold your hand
as they tear you apart
so you know
that you aren't alone.
Young man born with grace and charm
And looks to woo the dames
With glib, smooth tongue he cons them all
To him it’s just a game.
He rips so many hearts apart
And he brags about his life
Even though he has a wife
His lust still causes strife
And on, he goes, and on, and on
He can’t control himself
He thinks that all these one night stands
Contain a heap of wealth.
Divorce and marriage, same again
And there right at the end
That smoothy finds his world falls down
And he’s running out of friends.
For then his friends they trust him not
And the women learn his tricks
Then he grows bald, and dull, and old
A stale old cranky Git
As loneliness eats into him
He needs folk very much.
Our sleaze be paying all his dues
He’s caught in karma’s touch.
A couple decided to walk
down to the park near the river
At that time, you could barely see the crimson moon, just a sliver
That moon was always that color on Halloween night.
Lexy was holding on to James hands very tight.
They were so romantically in love
Lexy thought he was sent from above.
The moon had finally came out from behind the clouds
While they were standing by the river they had heard something crack loud.
Lexy grabbed James and screamed, "Let's get out of here."
She had a fearful look on her face and turned to tears.
It was too late, a strange creature came out of the water with fiery eyes. They were grabbed from behind, as she started to cry.
They couldn't even scream
their mouth were covered.
The creature said, "You two lovers, are mine tonight."
I need two virgins for the witch
had been watching you all year
Their faces were white, full of fear.
The creature had blood
flowing from his eyes
As he completely came out of the water,
He was all covered with flies.
Lexy and James hands were finally tied.
The two who had grabbed them
walked in front of them at last
They were zombies, dry blood Tongues were like a serpents, fast
they didn't dare move for they were poisonous with venom.
A boat came by, the monster gave the kids to the witch
when she spoke, she was loud and had a high pitch.
When Lexy and James were placed
in the boat,
The witch cast a spell, then put on a black coat.
When she cast another spell, large snakes came out, then wrapped
around their bodies, hissing,
they were trapped.
Boat finally stopped, snakes had disappeared, zombies had came
and picked them up out of the boat,
laid on a huge rock, positioned same.
Their hands and feet were spread
tied to the trees, next to where they laid,
spells were cast, evil prayers were chanted, when ordered, zombies obeyed.
A goblet came over with a dagger
piercing them through the heart
they died instantly, which was planned from the start.
Poured the blood, from the heart into the glass bowl, too
Each zombie and goblet sipped blood from the bowl, they knew
they had to chant, then the leaders of the group and the witch bit through
it and bit a piece from the heart.
Passed it around to each zombie
so they could do the same
gave them energy and now
they were no longer tame.
Ate all the flesh off the bodies, made a sacrifice, spirits came out and flew away,
turned midnight and disappeared, they all went to their homes to stay.
© Melanie . All rights reserved,
''Dark things happened there....''
they say, with fading tones,
almost reaching their vanishing point,
due to unhidden fright.
Sometimes they hear eerie moans;
see dancing shadows on the space
between the door and floor; other times
whispers that make them feel as though
they will shatter like hollow glass tubes.
To stop the haunting,
they hired spiritualists to seal
the room's door with their divine will.
Candles flicker in the night,
as voices of the undead wander across the corridors.....
We each must learn to serve one another
Out of thoughtful concern to admonish another
The world will seek to steal your dreams
In sought adventure one must by ready for evil schemes
The lion can rush through an opening a jar
Eternity is spent in worship paid for;
Thrive under evil and work ease out of pain,
Hard liberty before to ease yoke strain...
Take up your cross & proceed ahead
Beneathe shattered glass to inflate the ego tread;
A pull at the heart will light a spark
Pleased highly those eternal states of joy,
The forces of darkness against the light
To bite a nail against due to spite;
Nor mere ire sore vex display fret;
As when from dusty clouds of ill repute
Through stone fetters languished on its plight!
Take up the whole armor of Christ!
Forget the night despising its inner shame;
The bondage formed felt decay...
In a dark, dark room,
an eerie aura sorrounds;
deathly whispers crawl in the air,
sounding like incantations.
A sarcophagus lays still in the room,
whispers oozing out of it; no one knows
that the sarcophagus is a portal to the Underworld,
where Anubis and his cohorts reign.
Only the Book of Ra; its jacket containing the symbol
of the Scarab Beatle, that can chase away the whispers,
and curses from the whispers.
The evil dead continue to be undead, 'til when th Destined One
finds Ra's Book, and chants the verses that he sees.......
You must love me ? love me, why? as how cruel is my heart,
how cruel has my quest for love come to this end...
how cruel that I found my true love only to find his heart numb to my own.
And now why carry on this life knowing this to be true!
I searched forever to find that my true love really exists but how evil is this..
As my quest has taken the women out of me and replaced my being with a harsher me.
That woman I was so long ago still lives within me she just had to go!
And now I stand here before his heaven with no way of entering the future with my true
Instead I shall end up in hell with so much woe as he will never love me it is my end I
know and that's my own sentence forever to be in graved in my heart.
That my quest to find him took me further away from his heart.
Can I change into a bird and fly away tonight unheard?
Can I sink into the ocean and become lost forever in the darkest seas?
It is never to be for some one like me , to hold his hand in mine that fits into my fingers
No babies shall I ever hear cry as that too has been taken from me.
And now my quest to find true love is over, my tears, my broken heart, my fears are not
finished that is for sure,
As now I have to watch him slowly disappear forever.. into his life,
I shall cry his name into the dark night until my voice has no sound,
As my quest to find his heart has torn me apart and now that I am so damaged and so
filled with past hurts..
The path that I took left me this way and now my heart will never be filled by another,
As I found him too late that's my life lesson, that instead of just settling with all the
wrong hearts and trying to make it become what it could never be.
Take me now and let my life in this time be forgotten,as the next life time I shall save all
the mistakes and stupid heartaches and keep on my quest to find him before any one
can stop me trick me into false fate.
My end is to never be with the love I have finally found but to spend the next years
being held by the emptiness of knowing my love is alive but in his eyes I am the walking
I wish him love, I wish him peace, I wish i had never found him at all, as the search kept
me hopeful now I am filled with rage and despair ......
If I take my life will it bring me back to the start or will i live forever in this dark black
cold space as the evil underneath is hell that is for me .. but can it be any more painful
than my own hell I live in today and now forever more.
There is no place for me to go
I'll spend my life right here I know,
I lost my job then lost my dough
Last night I lost my bride with adio'!
I stayed the straight and narrow road,
And carried, always, my own load.
Missed not a day of work, I'm told,
For twenty years. No pocket watch of gold?
It tore my heart apart you see;
They threw me out then tossed the key
Without a nod to loyalty
Or help me find a job at fifty-tjree.
So now I'm standin' over daddy's grave,
Ten days from calm to ragin' full-blown rave;
Hey daddy! I'm no good and I'm not brave
But I'll be killin' souls your God can't save:
I'm hopin for a score of fifty-three
One soul for every year of wretched me.
I do remember daddy tellin' me when I was young -
"I'm proud my son of every single song I've ever sung,
Because the wrongs I found in life to fire and ice were flung!
The Good Book said to cling to IT so to IT I have clung -
That Book was good to me young son and helped me climb each rung."
An unsophisticated man from birth until you died,
But damn it dad you took me to the brink of suicide;
I grew to be not me but you and you died satisfied.
But dad, life spent denying truth denied the Wolves outside.
I took a look at your Good Book and found profound its way -
Make sure you do to those who did to you and don't delay!
Hey dad, I thought I'd share with you, I bought my gun today
And it's a beaut you'd love to shoot and help me bag my prey;
But in the grave you stay to serve your well deserved decay.
I wish that I could do to you what I must do to them;
For you put all the evil in me I can't seem to stem.
My heart and body, now my blood, is turning pus and phlegm,
But when they're dead then I'll have fed my sweet revenge its gem,
So I can turn and kill myself and evil you did breed.
You lit your pious Book up bright, why not your evil seed?
My words are put together with no restrain.
I am still standing tall in this pool of pain.
Patiently waiting for DEATH to call my name.
Because if I died today or tomorrow it's all the same.
Pulse raising pain is flowing through my veins.
heading to my brain it's getting harder to contain.
My soul is fading away heart cold and gray.
Life style POSTAL I am EVIL prey.
Don't pray for me mom I am beyond save.
because my path to hell has already been pave.
So now I am dodging death won't even close my eyes.
Why am I still alive? Is it because I am curse with pride?
Or is it because my soul is frozen in time?
So each day my heart cries because I am surrounded by lies.
Consumed with EVIL my life can not be revise.
Credits saying that my life choices are cold and despise.
But I am a star heart still cover with scars.
smoking my pain away each night looking up to the stars.
What stupid fools, with foggy minds
hovering through menkind like a clouding mist of turmoil,
trying to convert humanity to ignorancy
religion and spiritual meet and merge but part their separate ways
But these persistant followers remain in the merge being insistent, intruding and demanding
and each follower with their own personal savior ,to justify their course.
how does light exist in a world void of darkness.
A God without his polarity
is like an above without a below.
why you fools ,so highly oppinionated yet you fail to help yourselves
Constantly seeking yet, ye have not the eyes to see.
eyes so clouded with ire, ignorancy and pride
Why then boast superior? ye the lords of earth?,
Why thinketh yourselves worth of the titles superior masters of all, yet
ye remain even greater slaves than most
sometimes silence is better understood than mere words deeply spoken
though from a hollow bossom .
those with the knowledge, know when to apply it
in a world like ours, so clouded by the mists of those who believe in a certain perfection.
I am the lord of polarity in isaiah 45 vs 7
"I the lord do and cause all things"
isn't it boring, a world without contradiction
cannot what brings harm also be used for a better good
Then all become neutral as one extreme leads to the other,
as death eventually leads to life and the end of any course is the beginning of another cycle
is not evil an intention found in a foul heart a concept for only humans .
doesn't even greater evil lurk in places of worship, audaciously
standing before us and using the book he crooks the poor.
what greater blasphemy than that
which lurks behind the curtain & goes by a title
"confess thy sins my children", he says
now aint he your lord .
To cause someone such a pain was not enough
Than to choke the void with shame would conquer love
To give someone this emptiness as a gift
You would fill the box with lies and wrap it up with promises
So reach inside I just dont care
You wont find anything in there
Just a broken heart made of clay
And arteries filled with a bitter taste
I just thought I could be your friend
But your fangs were sharp in the end
What I see in your eyes is a liar
The beautiful death of my vampire
Turn on the TV to turn the silence down
Because the voices from inside they echo loud
Feeling dragged until the finger nails are all torn out
As the taste of my dying pleasure drips from your mouth
So rip my heart out through my spine
I'm sure it won't hurt as bad this time
You see Im not made from paper mache
I will not easily tear and just blow away
So you won't crumble me up again
And throw me away with the wind
My bitterness has cut a frown into your smile
The beautiful death of my vampire
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
On the Pity pot with my Friend ; I sit in a stupor : I’m drinking again
It’s been twenty years since I gave up the drugs I can’t get a handle on the
Jack Daniel’s Glugs : Glug Glug
He goes down smooth and warms my insides : but brings out the evil that
Otherwise Hides in a Jet Black Heart : in a cold dark Heart evil resides
Johnny Walker : Gulp : Gulp
Black or Red : I drank so much I thought I was Dead : and maybe I am
But I don’t give a Dam ; a bottle ; shot after shot : I continue to slam
Absolute Vodka : Swig : Swig
Goes down rather rough yet a couple of quick shots and I think I’m tough
I Love the stuff : one drink is to many ; Case upon case is never Enough
If I could feel the thrill, as I stagger up hill : to the base of Alcohol Alp
If I should reach the very Top : I’m sure my drinking would Stop
THANK - YOU POETRY SOUP for YOUR H E L P
I need some time to reflect
To dive into my imagination…to ponder as I sink
Into my sea of thoughts and paradise...
I'm on a mission...
To discover a previous prize
If I could, I could surely give it to you...and fulfill your fantasies
If I could, I could invite you inside my mind...
If I could, I could make you fly away from the world's anxieties
If I could, I could find
You treasure... Beyond measure
This feeling has no name...it has no specific label...
This feeling hunts me down like game...but I must remain capable
Of saving myself and you of course...
Baby, don't get outtah course... You know what I mean
Baby, I want to know what's on your mind...I don't want to force
To answer me immediately...but I want the answer...
They all say it's greener on the other side of the barbwire fence...
Don't fence me in...with your powerful actions and love... I know you...I ain't dense
You clothe me up...
What's up with you today?
I'm naked and ashamed
Turn the other way...
'Cause today is not the only day
I feel so damn afraid...
But hey x3
You make me feel whole
How was your day?
Hopefully the sky wasn't a shade of gray
I wanna make you happy for the rest of your life... And delete the strife
From your stressful, fast-pace life
With Christ… You Can Overcome!
One of the things I don’t understand,
Is the wickedness throughout this land.
I’ve often thought and have pondered.
How can this evil continue much longer?
It’s amazing what man will do to each other.
How people treat their sisters and brothers!
The Bible says that the heart is
wicked above all things.
We can testify to the destruction
an evil heart brings!
In all of this wickedness, sin and confusion…
There is an answer! There is a solution!
We’ll find eternal hope and a peace within…
As we come to Christ
and confess our sin!
Why not allow Christ to make you complete?
Lay your every burden and worry at his feet!
He’ll restore your life and wipe away your tears.
His perfect love will cast out your fears!
He’ll restore to you, what the enemy has taken.
With him by your side… You’ll not be forsaken!
Your heart will be strengthened and renewed!
His words of life are like “heavenly food.”
By the blood of the lamb… You can overcome!
Christ has the victory! The battle’s been won!
By Jim Pemberton
I see, hear and smell even though my body will not move
I lay in live coma and watch the mother of trees dance
Cassandra, the darkest sorcerer of filtered love
She wore a skirt of leaves and a short cotton blouse
Her open tummy displays her pretty round novel
And she bears the mark of a spear on her ankle
The spear which means she is the first daughter of the earth
Her chants echo the mysterious caves
The murmuring from her deep voice trembles my heart
My mouth tries to speak but it is shut by her bony necklace
Her long blond hair sweeps the fallen leaves as she moves
And the aroma of her odour creates a new affection in my heart
The pleasure that her blurry smooth face gives me is fiat
And I dare not define whether this is a trick or a dream
All I can say is it feels good to be with the queen of magic
She that owes a goblin that smuggles gold from the palace
And an elf that gathers her herbs from the abandoned park
O hail Cassandra
She makes the hair on my skin dance with her breath
She commands my heart to smile to her joy
And my soul to cradle this obsession till my very last moment
She rips my body with her thorny skin
And believe me she does this till I lose the last part of my skin
She hangs a freaky leafy chain around my neck
Trails her sharp sensitive fingers on my stomach
Then she cuts her hand and spills the blood into a golden chalice
She bakes herbal bread and forces me to feast
Then she cuffs her lips with my lips and seals my dream with a kiss
But she whispered to me a name I shall be with her forever…Cassandra!!!
In words I paint myself
on the canvas of the world,
and patiently wait for the day
Blasphemers will burn me,
and light will turn black...
"No monster walked the Earth," they will weep
It will have been... I...
I will have been
There is a city in the clouds,
Hidden behind emerald eyes,
Where my heart sleeps still,
Amidst the peaceful skies,
And the door that I entered,
I entered with a glance,
And it closed just as quickly,
And I had lost my chance,
To leave those eyes,
Those lips that met my own,
For peace can become a curse,
If you can never call it home,
And though she has left me,
My heart is never free,
Whether I held her one night or one day,
I am hers for an eternity
Her voice was but a whisper,
But was still music to these ears,
One sound from those lips,
Can bring a man to tears,
For a whisper becomes symphony,
Like boys become men,
Words break into a thousand pieces,
When played in my heart again,
And when the time comes,
When that music fades away,
I’ll disappear with it,
Just as night becomes day,
For the sun will set on me,
As for another it may rise,
For my time here is done,
When I no longer gaze into her eyes.
What Is time but a guide,
A hand in the night,
Through the darkness at my side,
Though I knew not wrong or right,
Could I alter my direction,
Or was my path always the same,
Offering my will no insurrection,
But at the same time freeing me of blame,
For where there is no choice,
Surely no evil can there be,
Only slaves to our roles without a voice,
Victims of fate and destiny,
Yet since I cannot see,
This illusion I have given a name,
It makes me believe free will does not escape me,
Though I might be convinced my destination is the same,
So do good and evil remain,
Simply because this illusion is my own,
Are they all that keeps me sane,
In this darkness I call home,
Yet that is for each man to decide,
Though he might know what his future will bring,
As time leads him through the night,
In his illusion only he may decide who is king
When you are an artist, you can't escape from it.
No matter how much you tell yourself
that you will starve,
that your'e stupid for wanting a useless degree,
that you should become an accountant;
you can't fight it.
Maybe because when it comes down to it,
you simply don't want to, or maybe its because
to fight against it is like warring against yourself instead of all the evil
And that is exactly why you can't.
Because in some inspiring,
self possessing way, it helps you
fight all the evil around you.
It becomes your sword, a way to cut through
to see the beauty that sustains us all.
And you want to know the most beautiful thing?
When your tool to beauty
becomes the tool
to help cut someone else's dark.
So that is why I am artist.
Not simply for choosing or for sanity,
but because it's in my heart,
it pumps through my veins,
it is my blood,
it is me.
I am artist.
And to detach this from me
is make someone new.
So it is not my choice really.
You asked why I choose this.
But in fact, this is why I can't not choose it.
Oh how I long to be free
Absent of the demons within
Voices of evil compelling me
Doing things that I know better than
Absent of the demons within
My heart can love again
Doing things that I know better than
Will never haunt me again
My heart can love again
Voices of evil compelling me
Will never haunt me again
Oh how I long to be free
Entry in the Pantuom contest
Even though I dream that night,even though it haunts me until the moment I wake I shall never remember what it meant to be scared.Though these days I fill with my sluggard ways only to find my nightmares coming back to me in pieces,makes me wonder if I should be happy or should I be sad for what if there is a bigger picture behind them? Time has no meaning for time places death on everything ti touches.There are time where I have lost myself to the dreams where have they strode from why are there forms so depicting why must they scare the inner child of myself out into broad daylight? I know evil lurks at night i know evil lurks for the day I know evil lurks in ever heart,but pray tell why do i have these dreams even the ones of childhood scares never emotionalize me .These forgotten dreams that lay dormid in my mind only to come back when I am at half myself.Once complete now only half remains of who I really am.Forget these dreams these already forgotten dreams never to lay awake fearing the dark like a child under their blankets sleep for these dream have forgotten you my everlasting forgetting dreams.
In the woods wonders a fool,
He walks along a sorrowful path.
His soul has fallen beneath the rule
of a vengeful woman’s wrath.
He begs forgiveness from the dark,
For that is all who can hear his cries.
Even his shadow refuses to hark,
as the tears flow from his eyes.
With his heart she stole the good,
and crumbled it into the dirt.
As he begged, broken he stood,
wishing for a way to stop the hurt.
No second chances, no more tries.
She couldn’t forgive him once more
No amount of tears nor alibis,
could wash away the bottles on the floor.
He sipped past his final excuse,
He lost her love now once for all.
Now he walks to a lonely noose,
Haunted by the demons call.
Love has turned her face away
the pain now takes control.
There were no silver words to say,
That could pay this poor fools toll.
As he wanders deep and deeper
his sorrow is overthrown by rage.
Now as he awaits the reaper,
his heart is stabbed within its cage.
Addiction has poisoned and made him ill
It’s blackened his heart and stolen his sight
His anger it boils and readies to kill,
Demons have awoken in his heart tonight.
A transformation has taken place,
tonight a monster has been born.
An evil slithers across his face,
flowing from where his heart was torn.
In the woods awaits an angry fool,
love has left him and he rots in pain.
He hates the living like an evil ghoul,
and death runs through his every vein.
In the dark by damnation's gate
He sits alone and lingers.
waiting for that woman’s fate
to fall into his fingers.
He wants her to look into his eyes,
and fear what she has created.
He wants to kiss her as she dies,
and whisper why he’s waited.
He wants his life to be rebuilt,
He wants the heart that she stole
He wants to be free of the guilt,
He wants to regain his soul.
Who treads the high places on the earth,
Who gave our planet joy in rebirth?
Who turns the shadow of death into morning,
Who turned transgression into mourning?
Increased knowledge increases sorrow,
With all that we carry into tomorrow;
For in wisdom there’s always much grief,
To scar a mind with our unbelief.
We need His wisdom to guide our heart,
To take what we have and set us apart.
All is in vain, just grasping the wind,
All we look for is not easy to find.
Even at night the heart takes no rest,
We’ve lost the way with all that was blessed;
That which is done is what will be done,
For there is nothing new under the sun.
Unto everything there is a new season,
So we stop to search the reason;
For God is in heaven and we upon earth
So we need to accept all that has worth.
We cannot remember that which was,
For we have forsaken God’s precious laws;
Nor will we remember all that will come,
For all things are evil under the sun.
God has no pleasure in vacant fools,
Who go their own way and forsake His rules;
Therefore let all of your words be few,
And may all our actions help to renew.
Like shadows passing through days of life,
Coming with silence and bringing much strife;
Then that which profits those seeing the sun,
Is all that gives true life to everyone.
The race isn’t to swift or battle to strong,
For things that divide us from right and wrong;
I considered in my heart all of these things,
For sorrow and sadness that evil brings.
Like thoughts that pass through weary years,
Coming in silence, bringing shed tears;
The memory’s forgotten, it has no share,
For we’ve been deceived and caught in the snare.
From the book of Ecclesiastes
i gave my hand to take her
and together we built a home!
leaving her to make the fire
i went out to pick fruits, nuts
and more to cook
and a blanket to cover!
next morning, to go out
again to gather
i looked for my razor
only to learn another hand
in my absence, has removed
his facial hair
increasing also burden in my heart
sowing seeds of fear and doubt
to grow on my face!
As the wind blows and doors open and close love pours from my heart into an unknown
location a constant fight against hatred as it tries to enter the emptiness in my heart its
slowly seeping in to the invisible cracks in my heart which are suppose to be sealed a battle
between good and evil is what I prefer to call it as my emotions jump up and down in a
undesirable manner leaving my body in shock confused and puzzled at what’s really going
on causing it to fight away good and evil leaving me virtually heart less being love and hate
retardant but occasionally things seem to make it thru but it always seem to be hatred end
of the totem pole which causes me to fight harder to block all things out for the unwanted
feel of evil and the want for love which there seems to be none around leaving me heartless
emotionless and with a frown wondering will love ever come around
I do not know?
Satan is pain, God is pleasure
What man in his right mind wants to live in hell forever?
But if we want to live with God, we have to make the world better
There's too much evil here for God and the world to be together
Look at our thoughts and actions
Why are we so foolish?
The only time we open our mind is to let Satan use it
The only time we open our heart is to let evil rule it
Will God turn His love away when I see Him on Judgement Day?
If I've lived and died in sin, that's just the price I have to pay
God gives us life but we let Satan take our life away
We can change the world but first, we must change ourselves
If we don't, we all will be destined to burn in hell
No, God, not me!Exorcise these demons from my mind!
I need you because I'm blind and my soul is dying
My heart is crying, the serpent is near me, lying
God, everytime I give good a try, it makes me want to die!
There's nothing but evil here, from the time of the sun to the time of the moon
And I'm a baby in the beast's womb because I'm being consumed
I war with my spirit and my flesh, I'm in the darkness and the light
But I'm buried in evil's grave and I need a new life
An evil falls within your bodyThat no one can see
A darkness that's meant for you and me
Never in this world have I found a soulAs evil as dark as broken as mine
Hood up eyes darken your heart beats slower as you walk my way
A friend of mine you have changed
Every muscle in my body tells me to run Away
My heart feels the painAs my soul watches its twin walking in
Sliding down the wallUnable to do anything else
Breathing quicken as I feel you next to me
Eyes open to see evil itself in front of meA growl flows from the familiar places
Your breathe burns my neck in the best ways
Scared of what I see but I can't push you away
I lean farther to the cornerAnd in the moment of my weakness
You went in for the killYour body pushed against mine
Your teeth on my neckGrowling As I knew in any second my life could be through
Your teeth scrapping my neckAs you breath filled my ears and blow my hair
No where to run,not wanting to scream
Curling into my selfYou pull my arms away
Pinned now Held by your power
The darkness covers me and I give up the fight
My Evil rises My demons once again walk
My resting place I have found, an understanding of the claimed now
Unleashed and untamed I look into your eyes
Only to find the light is gone,The humanity has fallen
Now I see everythingNo shield No glamor
Blackness pours out of your eyes as if they were waterfalls
My mind tells me to be scared The light in my soul says to pray
Voices said that you were hear to make me learn
To teach me the ways
We are the two that our cursed
Smiles cross our faces I now no where I completely belong
Your hand reaches outI can't resistsThe peace the comfort
I'm Home as I accept his hand and my life begins to fall away
Now I understand that I am yours
I know who you are As the world passes us by
You pull me off the wall and lead me towards his victims
Or are they our friendsLooking around they see nothing different
My hand in his as we stand by there sides
A moment in time we shared A moment only we could see
As if someone stopped the turn of this world
I Urn for the feeling of our darkness
It whips away all the pain, It connects us in a ungodly way
Feening for this drug again, Sober scares us into the light
Stoned enables us to find the meaning of our life
You are my connection to what is ours
You are my darkness that pulls me back from the light
You are what reminded me of why I am here
We were meant to meet meant to invoke the powers we were giving
And save our selves from each other
I do not know?
Wa Da Da
Wa Da Da my love
Wa Da Da means love
My love is Wa Da Da…
Wa Da Da..is the message from this King
For all those that seek happiness through the poverty of the kind hearted…
I wish them Wa Da Da.
For them that run over the helpful hand that stood open and un-offended…
Just to give what was given to them as this universal law of love is passed from ancient times.
For a clean mind and pure heart… they shall know GOD…
Wa Da Da
Love penetrate them and consecrate them…Because evil operates them…and evil deceives and frustrates
My love is what I give them.. Wa Da Da..
Reach out to the hater that can only grit there teeth…
Like the bible say…Gnashing of teeth…evil looks.. and hard-hearted and cooked…
Why??...did you not see my smiling face welcoming you in to the house of my heart..???
What I have to give is the richness of my friendship…and my fellowship
The Wealth of my company, laughter and wisdom…
So take my hand as I offer to you my message of love…the history of a true conqueror is in the commitment
of my love…
Do you not know its history…
Love has overtaken the counsel of hatred and vexation of the spirit…since times of old…
Although they counsel to plot the demise of Heart through this valley of envy, jealousy and greed…
I say … Wa Da Da…
Penetrates the stone heart and frozen mind..
A mind stayed on revenge and selfish treasures…
My love says Wa Da Da.. I say Wa Da Da..to the people of love..
Say Wa Da Da…when you feel like using the enemies words of hurt and pain…
When they seek your blood..and your destruction..I challenge you to retreat to the love deep down in your
heart and say..
Wa Da Da.. is my love to you..
Because it’s easy to get turned down the wrong road and find yourself in a land of strangers…
Where there is no love and love don’t love nobody…
And they sing the songs “what’s love got to do got to do with it”…
But my love sings “love is all I need…”
And Wa Da Da..
can be found in you reading a good book, being with family and friends…
Holding your children and looking at them like you did the first day they were born..
Or just looking in the mirror and saying…”I love you”…
Wa Da Da.. don’t it feel so good..
We wash the hate away.. we strike a blow in the heart of vengeance…
We rise up against the walls of murder and anger..
So to all the people of the heart in a place that calls each man brother and called each woman sister..
Wa Da Da.. my love..
It’s a quarter after seven, a cloud of silence immerse,
Six frightened souls, the situation a constant curse.
The candle burns dim, it’s almost out,
Dinner was scarce, not enough to go around.
The kids are edgy; the mother’s heart rapidly beats,
They hear his anger in a distance, way up the street.
The swearing gets louder; they can almost feel the pain,
“All jerseys on “mom says,” again we sleep in the rain”.
In through the gate, the stairs he doesn’t see,
Falls to the ground and curses, for bruising his knee.
Kicks the poor dog on his way into the house,
Punches the door open and throws himself on the couch.
Calls for his trembling wife, the mother of his children,
Just to punch her in her face, to let her know of his presence.
He shouts for his kids and tells them he hates them,
But it’s nothing new, as they’ve heard it all being mentioned.
He’s meal is served the last glass dish around,
He flings it onto the floor, a thousand pieces on the ground.
“I want food,” he screams, but that was the last,
“Eat off the floor,” was his wife’s suggested blast.
A million stars was then what she saw,
As he played football with her head against the wall.
Her screams died slowly after the third bounce,
No heart he had, not a shred, not an ounce.
The children run for help to the neighbors they implore,
They slam the door on their little faces, their plight to ignore.
With no one else in sight, their fate they do not know,
No brave soul to help, their hearts all sank low.
Six frightened faces, all abused and torn,
The eldest just ten, with the youngest just been born.
In darkness they stand, the rain steady and cold,
Where quietly they wait for events to unfold.
A thin lanky passerby called the police by chance,
When he saw that evil man, he knew at a glance.
Something had happened, danger was imminent,
No more screaming was heard, damage was evident.
An ambulance came hurriedly with loud sirens blasting,
While the evil man being shoved in the police van swearing.
The unconscious wife bleeding profusely from her head,
To the hospital they take her, where she lay almost dead.
Six little children, scared, cold and tired,
Enter their home slowly, that’s dark and quiet.
They sweep up the glass pieces and scoop up the food,
And take care of each other, cause’ it’s just another day of Abuse.
Are we meant to walk a tight straight line,
Wouldn’t that be saying to walk like the blind.
How will the hollow be treated in the end,
The two edge sword is being used for family and friend.
A crooked smile is hard to bend right,
The strong is most needy when using their might.
Unconscious wisdom spoken to bring down to the top,
A cliff is extended in sight of the short stop.
Wrongful delight can’t teach a child confusion,
But a picture made by evil hands gives a right way illusion.
Falling short to the tall brings along a silent bed,
Hot air in a head makes no stop air blown on hot makes stop while ahead.
Carving your pumpkin with heart out of chest,
To take a heart out of evil empty chest is best.
Cut off your left if it hinders your right,
Close your eyes to see dark to realize whose light!
Ashley Hogan AH
I do not know?
Beautiful angel, I see your face.
Beautiful angel has fallen from grace.
Your eyes are empty. Your heart is cold.
As good and evil fight for your soul.
Time alone will tell
If you’ll rest in Heaven or feel the fury of Hell.
Your heart so innocent, but your burdens so great.
Your pain is leading you to a grimmer fate.
God’s light has dimmed from your eyes.
As your faith is replaced with sadness and lies.
Your spirit has weakened under the devils control.
As good and evil fight for your soul.
A mother’s prayer that you’ll win the fight.
Your beautiful eyes will again hold light.
That spark of life, you once held
Will once again in your eyes prevail.
And my beautiful angel, with her innocent face
will rest in Heaven at the end of her race.
I do not know?
The white horse had just died a lonely death
His rider was crucified as if he were the coming of the 2nd
May the one who killed the innocent form of justice
Be the one to carry the weight of grim until pressed
The rider was sent on a mission to relieve the chosen one
The one was chosen and brought to the black hill to wait
He waited for you.....me.....us.....but we failed him
We have not committed ourselves to the savior of good
We have only one last chance to rid evil for before spilled blood
If this is the chosen ones ways to allow us to view
What we need to turn us away from the few
For our lack of committment and honour to the wise
Left the white horse and its rider in sure lifeless demise
The one who killed the beast and his proud man
Was the ones who will kill the future of this tiring land
It was not of evil that rid there energy
If was you.....me.....us.....that failed priest to hold her
Try to sleep with peace even though the burdon in on YOUR shoulders
At first I called you Mama, then Mummy and then Mum
I lay awake at night
Wondering how long you will be gone
I stayed inside myself, a lot of the time
I longed for your love
I just wanted to call you mine
There was another love you had, that meant more then me
I couldn't understand at all
How could you let this be
As I got older, you stayed away more and more
I shy away from people
Mummy it's you I adore
When you did stop by to see me, you were always in a hurry
For whatever I did wrong to you
Mummy I'm so sorry
I grow quieter and quieter, with each and every day
For all I feel is shame inside
Who would like me anyway
Then one day you came to me, you looked so very sad
You said you had to go away
What is it, did I make you mad
You said away for business, is where you had to go
My little heart broke again
A pain so well I know
Then Nana told me, you were close by
And that you wanted to see me
Why did you have to lie
We got into the car and drove, your lying had me low
You grabbed me and squeezed so tight
And said you love me so
At first I held back, as I wasn't sure
Another abandonment from you
My heart could take no more
When I looked into your eyes and you said my name
I could tell by your sadness
Your heart was also full of shame
You held my hand gently, and spoke to me with grace
About how deeply sorry you are
And then you held my face
You told me your distraction, had been alcohol and more
That is was all an evil love
It was me you adored
I sat there and listened, trying to understand
How could an evil liquid
Be the one that had your hand
I want to love you Mummy, trust from the bottom of my heart
But it will take a lot of work
We'll have to go back to the start
I'm going to pray every night, when I am in bed
That you won't leave me again
And meant what you said
That we spend time together, that's whole and genuine
For Mummy the only truth in life
I am your only son
I am but a little boy, who needs his Mummy near
So I can believe in you again
And chase away my fear
Let me know you see me, for what I really am
I am your blood a part of you
Show you give a damn
So I can rest my little head, and contently sleep
My broken heart mending
I finally won't have to weep
I look to our future, you and I so strong
And slowly it will fade away
All the things that you did wrong
Transfixed by full moons the demons shall arise. Superseding my current mood you’ll beg for an alibi. Without consulting the ancients I’ve chosen my path. Right now the only choice left is a blood bath. Hell’s fire is raining down, that shouldn’t make you frown. The Devil’s minions have come to town, I am a Killer Clown. The people of the world are begging for a savoir. Come on boys and girls that’s not suitable behavior. Mercy is a curse there shall be no survivors. Surrender’s not an option, don’t call me a liar. The Earth will collide, the demons shall rise and the flames will claim your hide. Come along for the ride; fly with dragons into the sky, never compromise. The Darkness shall take you tonight. Were calling for a Blood Bath; paving the streets red, Calling for a Blood Bath, submerging ourselves among the dead. Explore the gore, enter into the madness; take up the chore, destroy the sadness. Shards of glass thrown in the blood bath, tiny pieces of trash mashed in the blood bath. Twisted tangerines and human spleens bounce up and down on trampolines. All of the fiends, are ever so mean to the ex marine. Calling for a Blood Bath, good people who keep their silence deserve to face my wrath, I’m calling for a Blood Bath!!
Do you rejoice when visit's trouble upon your kin
do you with verbal twist do cast your snare
when hurtful things present to neighbor men
and with sarcasm say you do not care
For time and chance in trouble are cast we down
what man among you escapes a razors edge
all mankind in this condition sometimes be found
and are taken surety for a pledge
When curse you call for evil fall
upon another soul
and show within your heart of sin
know that evil will take it's toll
What you call down will in karma drown
not where you place a curse
you may find the words unwind
and happens in reverse
What is so bad and makes us sad
that parents do not teach
vindictive tools bad instruction fools
and cannot a heart to reach
Can you bet if you cast this net
your own foot not be taken
in verbal spill to cast your will
in your own device forsaken
And if be heard the spiteful word
what opinion do you think
of you beware will others share
and from your friendship shrink
If someone shares your confidence
and pains of heart has told
do you use their trust to fence
and take from them their gold
If want you love you must learn
to others not be cruel
for you find same return not kind
and yourself as thought a fool
sources Pr 1:10-18 James 3
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
At the edge of my seat through a negate in deceit
Wasteful moments wandering in pierced quiet desperation
Without a shoulder to cry
To quiver amidst an evil empire seperated within
We are so much more then premortal slime
We all must face the dark side in life
To equate logic in place of fear
Through a baracade,
A premise extends forward
Amidst false presumption
Within a timeless cavity that will soon erupt
Through loose loop holes we get exposed
The hour of decision has now come upon us all
In vast domains there lies a prism glow
As in a slight variation in a dream
The opened door by which to explore
An episode exposed to the elements in demonstration
To awake the domain of its evident abstract portal
Gone are the days in logical frenzy & admonition
Welcome to the jungle were all going to die!
Such as a fish to fry
The lines have been drawn in the sand
It is my hope that someday all will understand ?
We will venture into the vast domain
In darkness their will be periods of sadness
Yet in light the full blaze of glory exposed to its elements
In laughter let there suffice from all fear
Yet I shed a single tear to numb it's inner pain
Give me a chance to explain:
With words there is not enough time to express the chasm
That gulf fix that derives meaning;
We wander as in some nomadic tribesmen
Off in the variation in a dream
Willing to forfeit from the masses & scream
The crazed lunatic looks back at his watch
As in a closed knit variation in a dream,
The societal rampage regarding abortion has really bothered the heart of God
We work the soil to till the land as if in some crazed vile evil dwelling
Exposed to its elements once more
Lest I simply implore the soaring eagle to far off places which together will store,
Justification for being lazy?
Portals will scream in divination loose strings falling into final tribulation !
Through a chosen vine
Grafted in a space in time aligned within,
A sequential vast spectrum in time
The vast amount of its sequential thought
In the significant amount of delegation
In scorn attributes within vast decorum reflective swift innocence;
Through a chosen vine inhabited with a reflection...
A vast introduction into the peril depths unknown,
We then lingered into its pillage with pilgrim's progress;
In meek excursion too significant for remembrance
We then often wander as if some nomadic tribesmen alone
A tender ear to soothe then numb its inner pain.
In deep sequential host of fervor slightly insanity
Within vile madness its saddening pitch fork erect
From a sought after chilled resolution inside
Brande by ivy briars with the tension of an influx in fear
I have shed a single tear to help numb the inner torn pain
Searching aimlessly yet ignoring the light inside
Strict adherance to the law branded through its desolation filled ivy briars influx sway
A twig suddenly crushed through the evil head on Satan's blow
Tormented skulls fragmented to summon its beckoning call
A heart tormented in sullen wicked evil asps that bite with fright
A heart tormented in sullen wicked asps that bite again,
Having viscious fangs dripping blood off side
A pagan dance trampled through its error on course
In violent ties scorched in tormented mediocrity;
Was once neglected then saddened within approach.
A forbidden promise made in the dark.
In beggars lane I born a surf,
And knowledge I a King of worth,
Not known by me for father kept,
This secret safe, this secret slept,
That I to live in poor estate,
With vagabonds and thieves relate,
To live a life of poor renown,
To ragged be with ragged gown,
Yet forces then unknown to me,
When I a man, would be set free,
For Kingdom then hath need of me,
To fight their plight and their King be,
Twas on the night of winters call,
That I ordained! With Kingly shawl,
And crown upon my head so laid,
Their saviour I was so then made,
The sword of truth laid in my hands,
That heart of me to its command,
To slay the evil in its wake,
And truth to free for mans own sake!
To go then hence and battles wage,
To fight with heart, and evil cage,
To swathe this land in harmony,
My heart to fight, their bonds to free!
The proverbial victim immortalized forever
Seeing Prince Charming when you gazed into his eyes, but, beyond your
delusion stood Satan himself fantasizing about how he was to devour your flesh.
Sibyl's true love for Dorian did not see deceit's nasty warnings.
Narcissistic Dorian could not be abated.
The torment of others didn't reach his conscience.
He craved only masturbation material for his wicked ego.
His evil heart overpowered all.
His sinister desires are all that ruminated through his diabolical mind
Loving Dorian only left Sibyl starving.
His heart was not capable of returning the undying devotion she felt for him.
He was no man.
Only a hollow shell, pretending to feel love while concealing his laughter for his
Loving Dorian only killed you.
He compromised your integrity
Stole your innocence
Taking from you what you could never retrieve
Just because he could
But, don't worry your pretty little head, Sibyl.
You will never be forgotten.
Especially by Sir Dorian Gray
Though I imagine that he would give anything to have a moment of peace from
the horrifying images of your tragic ending, for all eternity his thoughts will be
haunted by images of your ruby red blood, desperate cries and the contortion of
your dying body.
Sometimes he will think it is just a nightmare, but this is something from which
he will never wake.
He will pray for an ending to his torment, but his wish will never be granted.
Though ultimately Sibyl, you took your own life there is blood dripping from
Evil must be punished like everyone else and that is the embodiment of Dorian
Gray's icy heart.
Now Dorian must cloak his own sins.
His evil soul destroyed himself and all those who had the misfortune to love him.
Though he salivated at the thought of his next conquest, time and time again,
Dorian's self hatred and inner demons engulfed him until he plunged into his
darkened abyss from which he will never escape.
His most unfortunate transgression of all was choosing to live a superficial
existence, choosing eternal youth and beauty over true love.
Sybil Vane was the only woman whose love was pure enough to rescue him.
Dorian will forever be tormented knowing that he obliterated his guardian angel,
the only one that could have saved him - from himself.
I fill for the parents as they dry there tears,
another husband,boyfriend, or offender ended young years,
every day a father holds a mother as she cries for they lost a child,
another day searching for the missing covering miles,
Welcome to the world out side,
no where is safe and there is no where to hide,
you teach them, tell them all that is evil and wrong,
now you sit trying to find the right funeral service song,
you as parents did nothing wrong and your kids they did evry thing right,
it was all evil that took an innocent life that night,
The war over sea's has left many to cry,
but back home it seams more and more of our young die,
there live's taken to soon by the worlds trash,
we live love and forgive now memories are all we have,
the news will move on to another missing child,
2,6,10,14,23 they only remember them for a while,
but me my heart won't heal for every time another child dies,
my heart rips as I watch grieving parents cry.