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Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

She Came In and Changed Everything

~ Yolanda--her name ~    Featuring:) Leonora Galinta

From a hell storm,
A mighty she devil took on its form
Like a woman scorn ascending from the sea
Haiyan whipped across the central Philippines,
A deadly typhoon, maximum winds of around 315 
Terrorizing the fragile mind before making landfall
Hitting with the center eye off from her hostility 
A merciless turbulence that came and changed everything

Like a Massive Storm  
She comes in as the wise thief of the day and night, 
In her notorious gust of rage roars in disguise of thunder, 
With the company of her own knight of darkness, 
Raze all in a blast of waves wherever her path crosses, 
Ruining one of the cities down to a devastation in the land
“Pearl of the Orient Seas.” 

A mighty tempest in a woman’s name….. Yet, 
A disgrace with more than an immortal man in strength, 
Nature devouring nature itself 
Including her stewards and stewardesses
An unmerciful encroachment, robbing, killing adults and children. 

Yolanda, so cruel in her evil walloping!
A gust left smiling,
Engraving echoes of tears, from every single mourn
Vain, wicked, and colorless -no other air’s compare 
The lives she stole, one heart at a time
Pouring down the most nauseating rain, 
The pain is dissenting with everyone-- everywhere.
The bully of wind, invading sands of serenity

Unknowingly, far beyond your back----------------------------
Everybody will be summoning up more than your strength- 


~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~


Details | Ode | |

Dear Lucifer

I cannot compete with something as painstakingly glorious as you
Envy is but a humbling tumble down a steep, rocky hill
I am crushed in your fits of glory—your screaming for passion
My approaches are absolutely wrong
Therefore my communication is a weak, ransomed victim
Your poison arrow frog skin rubs against my exposed body
I happily accept my fate
For your beauty surpasses the ephemeral pain of the infectious reign
My erroneous, inevitable downfall
I hold you up—I feel the need to keep you tall!
Michael the Archangel did not insult you once, Lucifer
How then will I? 
How can I possibly be higher than you?-
Why would I want to?
I admire your freedom
I simply disregard your macrodomes of ever-worshiped flaw 
If I could allow myself, I would share in your glory
Only to add to it further
But as I am poisoned with the truth
I can only be your grounded pedestal
And though you flee from humility in its wake upon my brow
I realize everyday you are living for the grounded now
And I merely look to the unknown future
A place I dread where you unwillingly hold me up
Bonded in the ground with Death and Hades
You become my pedestal, and the worms my vineyard
My parasitic feet seer your glory
I am ever so sorry
I never wanted this renown

There was a time I do recall
When you overtook me in my sleep
I cried aloud in helpless acceptance
But soon I was forced in a croak of laughter
I felt your bitter poison
I felt pride at last
I thank you for it
I thank you for showing me

What I will never be

Dear Lucifer,
Provoke me no longer to praise your eternal existence
Generations of Evening take a hold of me now
And the fruit must be shared


Details | Epic | |

"LADY DEATH"

   "LADY  DEATH" ------Chaos!!!

Craving life was all of 'HOPE' desire.
Torturing her into the odyssey of Hells fire.
Ending her in heartbreak by her own insane,
cruel father Matthais.
A demon so obsessed with dark power.
Head demon to all hells devour.

Matthais allowing his beloved 'HOPE' to be burned.
In a hellish death as a witch.
Pleading for her life.
All 'HOPE' is lost,
 in a pit of endless broken bones.
The supernatural appeared in front of 'HOPE'.
'HOPE' complied and renounce to give up humanity.
Tricked by demons who lied.
Manipulated that this would save her sanity.

A power bestowed with a creation so rare.
A Demi Goddess of destruction.
Chaos soon will inflict every hour.
With death in her place, she turns in to,
a cold blooded Diva of Death.

Reliving in the plague of dark ages.
Angels and Demons flow through her blood.
With contradiction of many stages.
Many evil forces out to end her existence.
Betrayed by all she knew.
Now she is locked in a demonic resistance.
Defeating Lucifer herself.
Blading the neck of the prince
Death lusting for power in an epic battle.
Lost forever in the era of judgment.
Revenge she claims on her throne.
Making Lucifer's power her own.
A forever endless graveyard.
Restoring into the blood of her new home.

Making hell tremble, many slay to death's assault.
Death arising to all her faults.
Declaring the lost of 'HOPE'
A mans worst nightmare in the sweetest form.
Over throwing her one time dream.

Obsessed with his Lady'''
 Evil Earnie.
Rides by her side.
A  domino of all killers.
In a blood bath stream.
Killing everyone in his & her path.
Killing for her love, his Lady Death love.

Pondering about her lifeless soul.
"All HOPE is gone!"
all that is left is death.
"Lady Death"
  Lord of hell
On a mission of Mega Death.
To conquer all of earth.
Men killing for her demonic way.
Evil Earnie matching to the depth of her Odyssey.

With the belief .
That behind every good man, (EVIL EARNIE)
is a good women..                  (LADY  DEATH)


((Lady Death is a character in her own CHAOS ))


Details | Rhyme | |

Water Wall


As he slept in tranquil dream, 
Suddenly he flew, it seemed. 
Thrown and landing on the floor, 
Shaking walls and splintered doors. 

Just as quick, the room grew still. 
Distant tremors he could feel. 
Out the door, and up the rock, 
There he stood in sleepy shock. 

How could oceans disappear. 
Then a hissing he could hear 
And a trembling, heavy roar 
Headed for an empty shore. 

Sunrise turned a greenish hue, 
As he climbed, a better view. 
Seeming far too large, he saw 
What must be a water wall. 

Thought of ancient stories told 
Of a wrath that could unfold; 
Sucking oceans with a breath, 
Spewing endless waves of death. 

Instinct quickly cleared his mind. 
Panic now, he clawed and climbed. 
Up, despite the screams he hears, 
As a village disappears. 

Once an evil came to call, 
Scooped them up and took them all. 
Now he's old, his stories wane, 
Of the morning Satan came.


Gene Bourne 
08-18-14


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Details | Couplet | |

To All Of You

There are times we are left to cope
With situations that drain our hope

Leaving us full of despair
At how some people just don't care

About the evil that they do
To good people like all of you

We are left to somehow face
That in mankind there is disgrace

And those of us left alive
Must find away to survive

As you pick up the pieces of your life
Without your mother, father, husband or wife

And some of you God forbid
Without the love of your kids

We must band together with a brotherhood
Show that in this world there is some good

Because we are together in this deal
We try to help each other heal

We seek in each other good advice
And offer each other sacrifice

We hold each other in prayer and song
As we continue to re-build the wrong

Because what else in the world can we do
Except let the light of good shine through

The evil darkness and despair
Of a catastrophic lack of care

We want you to know you are not alone
Think of America as a giant cone

And all of us are funneling through
Our prayers and hopes to all of you


Posted for Nathan's 9-11 contest


Details | Free verse | |

A Cold Dark Yellow Unhallowed Moon

A cold dark yellow unhallowed moon smiles beguilingly
In the pitch black starless and cold empty night sky 
Suckling upon the blood and the very life force of 
Pure innocence, light, and goodness . . . .

Fear stirs eerily in the forlorn sound of a fog horn that’s
Blowing and crying a sad echo haunting far in the distance
It warns of the imminent arrival of a malevolent Hellspawn 
Force of absolute unmitigated evil . . . The Phantom Vampire.

As the Phantom Vampire materializes from nowhere in the 
Darkest shade of night blanketed in the thickest of fog and 
The coldest of night air . . . One can sense with utter fear 
And foreboding shivering sounds touching from the shadows
Creeping softly cold fingers down the spine with walking 
Fingers crawling inside a prism of frozen ice and in a mist 
Of souls crying in the presence of demons while yearning lust 
Of one blanket covering the sky’s face painted showing 
Hell’s own hideous face—an exquisite evil and a spirit
Drunken and moaning in an eternal fiery abyss of 
Suffering and howling sounding their own lust for pain 
Great darkness grips them who walk this troubled Earth
Without joy casting happiness to the lepers always and
Forever chained to the darkness and eating out hope
In the very end . . . . 

From this spider’s web and nest of dark perpetual evil
The Phantom Vampire transforms himself from ethereal
Form to his human form quite frightening indeed for
Any human being gazing at his grim countenance and
His most fiery red eyes glaring intently whenever he
Encounters an unsuspecting soul . . . and the sight of 
His razor-sharp canine teeth bring on convulsive fear 
In the hearts and minds of his intended victims . . . .

The Phantom Vampire’s ritual on the foggy nights of the
“Cold Dark Yellow Unhallowed Moon” is to drink the blood 
Of as many young innocent people as he can all the while 
Destroying their lives and tormenting their souls in an 
Unending Existence of evil and debauchery as minions of 
The Undead . . . . 

As a servant of Lucifer himself, the Phantom Vampire’s 
Principal charge is that of a “Soul Seeker”— and seeking 
Them he does quite successfully while destroying lives  
This unending process is interrupted only by the dawn of 
The next day’s morning as the bright rays of sunlight warm 
The Earth and purify and sanctify the power and purpose of 
The Almighty Lord God . . . . 

As a priest . . . a man of the cloth in this bucolic Irish village
Along the sea coast, I hold my head in shame and revulsion
At the evil escapades rendered by the Phantom Vampire
During his nocturnal visits to feed on the blood and souls 
Of our innocent people . . . .   

I always turn and talk to God while earnestly praying for their 
Blind souls through their gossamer eyelids and seeking the 
Lord’s divine protection and delivery from this most dark and 
Wretched evil . . . May the bright sunlight show them the 
Road to true happiness during the Feast of All Souls and to the 
Gates of Salvation . . . .

With no fear and with most clear purpose in mind and the divine 
Support of our Almighty Lord God in Heaven . . . I shall be the 
One fulfilling God’s charge in driving that long wooden stake— 
Blessed with Holy Water and Angel’s Dust—through that 
Evil dead putrid heart of the Phantom Vampire! 

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem, 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 6, 2014) 
(Free Verse poetic form)


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Tired of Explaining

Tired of explaining      (a twist from ND. poem)

Ignoring the presence of my stillness==
As you walk with bitterness== 
Your radiance is no longer true== 
A melody with seduction over due== 
The song so bad wiped out by you== 
Rotating my abdomen== 
From the soul==
The worms inside== 
They all die==
Under your control== 
Separating the way==

Is as if though== 
All the beauty in the world== 
Up and lived==
You are more than I need== 
Drowning in my own abyss== 
Judging you one==
Right after the other== 
A hellish so profound== 
Revelations passed so suddenly== 
Expression of limbo, I replay== 
The revenge== 
The revoke== 
Suffer catting my oxygen==

They illness== 
Then lifeless== 
They identify== 
Then disgust== 
Never play the sensitive== 
Feel my needs==
Like the wound full of abscess==
A sore to never go away==
Yes like the illness== 
Then lifeless== 
Dropped addict== 
These shivers down my spine==
Identify, escape, abuse of certain== 
Announcing it even more== 
Proof that I am found== 
Out of love==
 
The mind finally receives==
Revolution with open eyes== 
The heart is trapped to proceed== 
Cleverer than the open skies==
Old sweat glands in my hand== 
Retiring the mind== 
The best of my heart has no stand== 
Died from your retrieving cries== 
Advancing to my knowledge== 
The darkness that you lend== 
DISCLOSURE== 
to== 

In the depth of your eyes ==
I run before you hypnotize== 

Oblivious to the Valley of your wits==
 
Refusing to relive the song== 
Feeling that are gone==

Never will it feel right==

I still feel the rotation==
Exhale went out your soul== 

Exiting far from sight==
Revoke an end to your light== 

A kiss of death to your good night==
A kiss of death to your good night== 


(To: Nathan Dilts my way of explaining love over due)


Details | Free verse | |

My Hell

I fall down
deeper and deeper
into oblivion
nothing
only darkness.
the sounds of evil
dripping into my ears
slithering farther
and sliding down into me
filling me with echoes.
terror courses through
my veins
into each cell
turning them against
me
they are no longer mine
they follow another
a stronger being.
icy breezes come
they whisper to me
they say I'm bad
they call me to them
the breezes dance
hug me
covering me
hiding me from the light
shielding me from hope.
falling deeper
only down
my eyes are taunted
I see people
the ones I know
love
they are hurt
hurting
by me
I have betrayed them
left them
I am hurting them
it is me
but I can't stop.
my mind is plagued
sick
new thoughts
 every second
comes a new terror
a cruel joke
all a prank.
only deeper do I fall
light is disappearing
becoming dimmer
fading fast.
all a game
for one person
the puppeteer
the ringmaster
the man in the
mask
the one who is running the show
the show that is me.
he sees me falling
he laughs
I can't see him
but he is there
everywhere
teasing my brain
taunting my senses
he hates me
he wants to hurt me.
he throws it
the knife
I feel the pain
running up my leg
showing my bones
releasing my blood
it is blue
my blood is cold
it splatters my face
sprinkling my features
dotting them with blue
the blue liquid drips
jumping onto my tongue
I taste dirt
my blood is dirt
blue is all I see
blue is all I become
I am blue
blue is me.
a distant shout
who is it?
a cry for help
surely
the sound is mangled
twisted
young
desperate
hopeless
mine
the sound is mine
I shut my mouth
but I still hear it
chilling my blue blood
ringing in my ears
shaking my breathing
jump-starting my heart
then it's over
the scream has ceased
and silence returns
sounding more deadly than ever before.
still falling
only black do I see
the evil
the monsters' playground
the demons' joyride
and someone is hungry
it wants me
my innocence
my purity
it wants to take it
it feeds on people
people like me.
weightlessness
objects hitting me
ghosts' fingers prodding me
as I fall
I fall down
down into this never-ending hole
this abyss
for eternity
restless
empty
yet full
filled with misery
my worst fears
come back
how did he know?
he knows I'm afraid
the darkness
doesn't help me see
I can't see why
how does he do this?
they cut me again
spilling my blood
oh, the blue
I don't even feel it
I am numb
the sound of me
my skin
being sliced
a quick slashing
and they are done
I am cut
my legs
my arms
my stomach
my face
my neck
I can't see my blood
but I can see how evil it must look.
the thoughts that fell
fell down with me
they too
are damned
they talk to me
they tell me what they see
they can see
blue
yes blue
my cold blood
it is everywhere
I am pale
white
I look sick they say
oh, no
they say
oh, no
they see the bottom
be ready
they say
be ready.
I fall faster still
slowing for nothing
for no one
being pulled down
the puppeteer has me
he's got my string
and he's pulling
with no sign of letting go.
now I hear a song
they all sing it
the notes are cruel
unforgiving
they bump into the others
struggling to be heard
with no set order
it is musical chaos
he yells to me
it is beautiful
and he sings along to his song
it's made for me
musical notes are played
they come up to me
they greet me
they jump
right into my cuts
surging into my blood
they search inside me
no mercy
moving faster
the drum
keeping them steady
pounds faster
picking up tempo
searching
searching
until
they found it
they found
my heart
my soul
the music does the talking
it says to hush
hush now
slow down
my heart listens
and I get sleepy
just stop
they say
just stop
the music is evil
played by the man
the man in the mask
my brains sends
a message
one final request
it says to my heart
speed up
it says
speed up, can't you see?
she is dying
it says
you must speed up!
I still fall
with no way up
letting go of hope
why dream?
dreaming of being saved
when I already know
I'll only be dropped.
I smell
something burnt
burning
oh, no
I know what
that smell
it is flesh
not mine
surely
but belongs to someone else
someone close
they too
they smell of dirt
sinners burning
dead
they are nothing to me
they are the stench
in my nose
nothing more
the smell overcomes all
all the other senses
until it becomes me
and I burn too.
even in the dark
the black
I see something
darker
blacker than black
they are shadows
they mock me
they play
they sing
they dance
they laugh
I fill with evil
hatred
a longing to hurt
hurt the ones behind it all
then
without warning
I hear him
laughing
my pain
is his pleasure
oh so dark
it's over
I'm at the bottom
laying on the cold ground
in a small ball
too weak to stand
in a pool
of dark blue blood
I hold myself tight
I can't trust
these creatures
these beasts.
he likes my weakness
he tells me I am small
I am ugly
I am worthless
I am nothing
he laughs when I cry
I thought that
maybe
just maybe
it would be better
down here
instead of up there.
it's not.
hell is not a game.
death is not an
easy way out.
do not try to visit me.
do not try to rescue me.
for I am more lost
than I hope you will
ever be.
now that I am
at my fate
at the entrance to hell
at the bottom of this grave
of my eternity
and if I am truly
here forever,
I'll have plenty of time
to ask myself
why did I jump?


Details | Free verse | |

War Mentality

They come from a different era
where patriotism is a just cause
they would fight for the true blue
never mind who was right or wrong

they stood staunch and egos proud
their chest out, backs straight and chins up
they come from an old style of thinking
I fight today as my father and grandfather did too.

fighting for an eye for an eye tooth for a tooth
I will die to serve my country even if its a lie
if you try to invade our land
we will come and conquer you

we are defenders of the truth
but the old timers forget
and the young ones have a narrow point of view
there was a time when the immigrants were Irish, Italians and jews

racism was rampant and that hasn't changed
Christians today still preach
'Jesus is savior they say repent your evil ways
pushing their rhetoric just like the roman empire did

amazingly America seems to be doing the same
history seems to repeat itself time and time again
war, religion, oil and what we perceive  as freedom
we invade again and again and call it defending democracy

yet the intelligence comes from spies and other governments
because they have shared interests in different types of policy
they all carefully choose their words
because one slip of the lip could trigger war as it has happened before

todays war on terrorism is a campaign designed  to instill pain 
and un-trust to drain our resources from us 
And our leader claimed up front this is not a religious war
yet he paraphrases from the bible we'll get those evil doers

you see bush fooled our religious leaders too.
he used their belief in Jesus he tricked 'em all just to get their vote
he claims he's a born again Christian and this Christians embraced him holly
but then one day bush spoke to Jesus and asked what to do with Iraq

Jesus responded Invade that country
Now dont get me wrong Jesus was not about war 
he taught of peace, love and compassion
however his message has been twisted and turned over time 

and history shows the hands of Christian religious leaders are always bloody
because they twist the truth to control dictatorship is always the goal
Bush had been plaining war before a judge handed him the seat
on his first day he signed a bill into law prevent any criminal charges against him



Details | Rhyme | |

Death Will Not Come For Me

I cannot accept death

In death there is no righteous  purpose, no nobility, and no meaning
So I have devised a plan to follow, you may wish to call it cheating
I have called upon the Dark One who has at last heard my beseeching
And he comes to my chambers to make the exchange this very evening

What exchange you might ask, well that I do not know
But I will agree to any bargain if He honors quid pro quo
The only thing I seek, Immortality to me bestowed 
Tonight is that last night of this life, a change I will soon undergo

Suddenly appeared a child before me bright with shining light
In all my life I swear before God I had never seen such a sight
Boy? Girl? I could not have said, I tried with all my might
To understand how the "Dark One" could be so gleaming white

Despite myself I shuddered, but through strength of will did not fall
For I knew I looked upon the Dark Lord come before me at my call
"What do you offer in exchange for my gift?" asked He four feet tall
"I offer the soul of my oldest son." But the Dark One threw a curve ball

"One soul will not be enough to purchase what you seek. 
Immortality lasts forever, we need a continuing bargain, so to speak"
"What would you prefer instead?"  I asked, my anxiety at it's peak
"The soul of the son in each generation, that is what I seek"

I pause but a moment to consider the cost before I gave my assent
I will not say no, I cannot accept death so my plan I must circumvent
The Dark One was immensely pleased that I willingly gave my consent
There was but one more thing to be done, but one more, just a kiss

He stepped up close and rose on tiptoe his arms down at his sides
His pink lips pursed in anticipation, a kiss I had to provide
So I knelt down to deliver the kiss trying to calm the war inside
This is the moment I've been waiting for, the moment that turns the tides

At the moment my lips touched his I felt a surge of power
As I stared into his eyes they became so deep, deeper than a black rose flower
So deep I plunged into those orbs I did not know if it had been moments or hours
When I came to myself the child was gone and I was left feeling empowered

I sensed no chill and all of my limbs were atingle with a strange sensation
I felt remarkably light and there was a thrill at my body's prickly vibration
My eyesight enhanced I realized then I had lived a life of stagnation
I danced easily knowing happiness at last, death no longer an expectation


Details | Acrostic | |

Repugnant Shrapnel

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.


Details | Lyric | |

I Hate You Cancer

Dedicated to my Dad who lost his short battle w/ Colon Cancer on June 18,2013

I hate you Cancer
Your vile evil and cruel
You don't care who you hurt
I'll never forget that day
I'll always hate you for it

Your heartless Cancer
You took someone important from me
Someone important from others too
Took people who didn't belong to you
I hate you for it

You disgust me Cancer
You had no right to take him from me
He mattered more than my very own life
I hate you for taking my Daddy
I hate you for taking others too

I hate you with a passion Cancer
You took part of my heart with him
You took part of my soul that day too
I hate you for it
I hate you I hate you I hate you

I hate you with every fiber of my being 
Go back to Hell where you belong
I hate you, others hate you
Your not welcome or wanted here Cancer

I hate you more than his doctor's
I hate you more than God
I hope I get to witness that day
Witness the day you fall
And you will fall Cancer

You're gonna lose the battle one day Cancer
I'm gonna laugh and dance around your grave
You'll finally get what you deserve 
And you'll never be able to take another soul


Sabrina Niday Hansel


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Details | Free verse | |

Devil's Hidden Ranch

DEVIL'S HIDDEN RANCH

Coyote howl, dogs growl
Gunshots, dead cow
Red barn left unlock
Horse shoe upon death's door
Tequila in a cup
Salt of cocaine, shadows of insanity
Guitar string, sad song
Bandit near the door, wife on the floor
Hallucinating---Reality
Yelling out her name, he's gone insane
Loaded gun, life is done
Far and near ending his intoxicating fear
The road under the sun
A coward in his path
Responding to the Devil's wrath

In a Hidden Ranch in Mexico!!!!!!
       
:)   SKAT


Details | Elegy | |

Oh Syria

Reality is lost and I fear…
That someday…somewhere so near…
I will fall amongst the people so dear…
I fear…that I’ll just be another one…
Another one lost…

I wonder what the cost of my life is
not to get too political…
But I want to know what the cost of my life is
Is it money…is it land
I do not own any of them…I’m just a simple man

I remember…When I ran across your land…
I remember when I kissed my grandmother’s hands…
But you ripped my away from her…From my home
you ripped my away from my heart…you ripped me away from my soul

I feel helpless…I feel low…
It’s hard to play along when I know…I have no role
I have become a slave.
After all the love I gave.

When I look at my country…people I want to save
When I look around me…people I need to change
It seems like a hard thing to do…
when the range of people is way bigger than you

Freedom…oh how much I’ve heard that word
Freedom…oh how this idea has become absurd
when God gave us life…
He warned us only he can take our lives…

Oh Syria…my home
Oh Syria…my all
Oh Syria…what did they hurt you for?
Oh Syria…I’m here…I won’t let them hurt you anymore…
I am Proud to be your son…


Details | Munaajaat | |

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me, you owe me that much



Sabrina Niday Hansel
~Niday40873~

(motif) Spiritual


Details | Elegy | |

Running

I've trained for this. 
Lungs burning, muscles twitching
as I close in
on the line-
24,25,26.
I see them clearly now-
My wife, my child-
smiling, cheering
as they urge me
through the echoes
of feet smacking
pavement,
through my 
tunneled view of
the victory line,
through my exhaustion,
through my pain.

I've trained for this.
Lungs burning, muscles twitching
as I close in on my targets.
Thousands! There are many!
I can see them clearly now-
a woman, a child-
smiling, cheering
as I slip past
and drop my bags.
And now I am
running
through the 
smoke and through the
screams as runners push
toward the finish line
without legs.

I've trained for this.
Lungs burning, muscles twitching
as I close in
on the scene.
175, 176...
I see them clearly now-
the woman, the child-
lifeless, bleeding
as they urge me
through echoes 
of feet smacking
pavement,
through my
tunneled view of 
torment and death and
I can do nothing but
hold their hand.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

My Dad

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 .


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Erotic Death

Their erotic death or life eternally,
Directed trance like powers of eyes.
Along with blindness of surprise,
Delivers humanities lustful dormancy,
Creating a new formal entity,
The power that sparks darkening skies,
Lurid scheme of evil does disguise.
Enticingly becomes the destiny.

Transformations brought forth.
One bite brings immortal youth.
Never to grow old, what worth,
Ignoring legitimate truth,
Whether by choice or not henceforth,
We walk upon night in sleuth.


written for contest
Poems from the Vampire!

Cecil Hickman


Details | Narrative | |

The Old Man

Up on a hill there was an old house and in it lived Abigail, a young lady without a spouse. One day her doorbell rang and she went to the door. There stood an old man, his head to the floor. He appeared scared and weak so she let him come in, for if she didn’t it’d be a sure sin. The old man smiled and gave his thanks, and she said, “Not to worry, there’s no need to thank.” Abigail and the elder talked for quite a long time. Sharing story after story, and soon drinking wine. The two became very good friends and laughed, and laughed ‘til night came to end. When the next day dawned, they went for a walk, down at the pond they decided to stop. It was frigid and misty, but they enjoyed the stroll because their friendship was warmer than the wind’s dreadful cold. As they stood in front of the calm, cool pond, Abigail asked, “Where do you come from?” The old man laughed a deep, dark laugh, “I come from the boneyard, the place of last breaths. I am the man, which many name Death.” The creeping old man then pulled out a knife and slashed Abigail’s throat before she could fright. Her life left instantly, her body grew cold, and the elder’s smile sparkled like gold. The pond was hungry and the old man knew that Abigail’s corpse would have to go soon. He tied a brick to both of her feet and tossed her away into the deep. As her body sunk into the watery blue, the elder stood there and felt renewed. Back on the trail the aged man went. Not a worry in mind, no remorse ever meant. He did what had to be done, to the grave his soul belonged. The elder approached another ol’ house. He rang the doorbell and waited, innocent as a mouse.


Details | Elegy | |

Looking for Silence

It’s so quiet…so peaceful
It’s so calm…so hopeful
It’s dark…yet beautiful
It’s…cold…yet warmer than warm
My dream is to stand there
Stand among the stars 
Stars shining so bright 
That their light reaches us 
Billions of miles away
My dream is to stand there
Stand where no man has stood
Stand where nor evil nor good has set foot
Stand where it’s peaceful….
Stand where it’s quite…
But if a human can’t get there
The only other place is here
Beneath our feet…
But death is something that will reach
Each and every single person when time comes
Weakness is giving up…
So I won’t give up…


Details | Villanelle | |

Deadly Raven

Sitting atop the old decaying tree Is a deadly raven quite pathetic Where his lusting eyes do more than just see An unsuspecting group thinks they are free Raven thinks of a move that’s genetic Sitting atop the old decaying tree No-one knows what it’s like to truly be One of this group, death is just magnetic Where his lusting eyes do more than just see Down he swoops taking one soul completely Returns to tree, looking quite poetic Sitting atop the old decaying tree The raven smiles as he caws wickedly Soul collecting might be more aesthetic Where his lusting eyes do more than just see The raven flies high looking lustfully All that he’s collected that’s prophetic Sitting atop the old decaying tree Where his lusting eyes do more than just see
Russell Sivey


Details | Rhyme | |

Kingdom Lost

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


Details | Ballade | |

The crime and the punishment

He had a  dream ,then many more
When he was just a lad
But school, and all those bonds it tied
It slowed him down a tad
And all his dreams did fade away
As the bullying went on
Till, a sad but gifted boy
Got lost in a darker song.

His father had his own dreams
He did not care at all
That the only way to be with kids
Is bring them up with rules
Yet love them more than life itself
He scorned the boy all day
And all his youth, and joy in life
Was swept out of the way.

As This fellow did grow up
They brain washed him, those ones
Who called themselves his family
They gave him knives and guns
And taught him hatred well disguised 
In the mask of their beliefs
And all the boy did ever know
Was misery and grief.

It started off with road kill beasts
He found upon the roads
Dissecting them he found was fun
When he was in that mode
His mind it so intense would grow
Yes death it was his game
His sad young mind was growing up
And soon would come his fame.

He started hunting with his guns
Any creature that did move
It seemed that he to all the world
Was out himself to prove
Then he got bored ‘Oh what the hell’
The creature told himself
‘I need to do some bigger stuff
He was low on mental wealth.

First it started, one young girl
Who was wandering alone
Became the victim of this fellow
Although with heart of stone
He charmed the lady with his manner
Then took away her life
Causing to those folk who love her
A heap of mental strife

But then with the passing of the weeks
Another girl was slain
Then another, and another
The fellow was insane
But now he sits there in his cell
A gentle little fellow
Who when a person talks with him
Is always kind, and mellow.

He lives in hell, yet no one knows
And no one cares at all
His night mares have caught up with hin
He’s acting like a fool
All cowering and quivering
The furies they are here
And now he suffers awfully
His mind all filled with fear.

And folk call out, ‘give him the rope!!’
How little these folk know
This mans descending into hell
And his fear can only grow
His Karma it does follow him
He has nowhere to go
Yet maybe from insanity
A good seed well might grow.

15 June 2013 @ 1920hrs




Details | Blank verse | |

The Eye

The eye,a sign the 
unwise can't comprehend
  Forged from the world's 
origin,an 
illumination in darkened 
minds,for the 
enlightened ones like 
Leonardo da Vinci,Isaac 
Newton,John Milton....etc.
   The eye is a tree 
with many branches like 
Priory of Scion,Knight 
templars,I.O.G.T,United 
Nations,Masonic 
Lodge,Music industry, 
Politics,global economy, 
etc 
stretching beyond 
human imaginations-felt 
in all corners of earth.
  The world is clothed 
through wisdom from 
above.
   The eye,all seeing 
sign,an invincible 
emblem of power and 
riches to the lion hearted 
and loyal souls.
A seat of influence and 
fame.
  Creating the social order 
through men of power....
  Some see it as a 
curse,others a blessing.
  I feel it,the great eye is 
everywhere watching 
you!


Details | Epitaph | |

The End Day

At the day of tribulations'  
Reckless deeds and end
            Of time
Your consternation
       Beguiles' me
And is relative to me
            Fore
     The Lord is He
              Yet,
The maker of mammon
  Hath made his bound
           Of inequity
              Amidst
The trove and treasure
          Of the unholy
Which the unholy of thee
      Shall never resist


Gary Fields
Poet Author





(Rev. NOV2013)


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

evil has no address

there is this one fact that i really need to stress
is to let people know that evil has no address

how often have you ever heard people expound 
when something truly horrific occurs in their town
"we had no idea", "we've never seen such in our neighborhood"
"we are a concerned community that is always about doing good"
but what many people can't seem to even comprehend
is that evil does reside in the hearts and minds of men
Aurora, Kenya, Columbine, New Town and so many more
evil decided to take up residence at their backdoor

evil has no address and the world needs to see
that incomprehensible acts of death and destruction can happen in any community
and no matter how many locks you have on your front door
and no matter how careful you plan and take precautions for
evil will creep in and have its wicked way
just remember to keep your mind on Jesus and don't forget to pray
for evil has no address it is all around
just don't be too surprised when it moves to your town


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Park Bench Ghost

 
 
Why am I emerging from the dark 
Staring at a bench in City Park. 
Breathless air without a bird in song. 
So I sit, unknowing, yet belong.
 
Sudden waves of anguish flood my mind. 
Feral, vicious, senseless bursts of time. 
Then a calming whisper fills my ear
And my reason now, for being here.
 
Minutes of my final day proceed.
Mockingbirds and peanut squirrels to feed.  
Speckled sun through breezy treetops sway 
And two hidden figures inch my way. 

Choking arms, a weakness, loss of breath; 
Forced behind a thicket to my death. 
Off they bolted free without a trace. 
Now I'm vengeance. Patiently I wait.

I'm aware each footstep, as they move, 
But this peaceful park is where I choose. 
Soon they stalk again. I know the place. 
Little do they know the wrath they face.

Gene Bourne
11-29-13



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Details | Bio | |

MH17 TRAGEDY

This is a tragedy
A tragic in the history
MH a Malaysian Hospitality
Ended in a catastrophe
Another date of unhappy

July 17 you flew from Amsterdam
MH 17 you are proud flying no harm
Boeing 777 is your airplane
You are shot down in Ukraine
That’s in the Russian border
In the conflict zone it happen

Malaysians are shock
Everyone felt struck
And we mourn the attack
Crying your luck

Your destiny hack
Before MH370 is back
You come with a shock
Suppose Kuala Lumpur is your last track


Kota Kinabalu (18 July)


Details | Acrostic | |

The Message

I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done, I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine Like the late great who came before my time I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life Now that ain't right! As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite Night after night Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight Although, we'll be all right They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right Instead we're the light to a lying greed That will enlighten life to a brand new seed A man of God indeed Freed from the Son that bleeds Like the summer breeze He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe The air that please A satisfaction like the birds and the bees My word's words are the keys That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy So shall our comradery That will bring comfort to a struggling society A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity Unifying the physics of theory That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy Similar to the Cosby X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality Like life's calamity And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically However, I've discovered a system That can mathematically destroy ignorancy And turn our state of mind intellectually I elect that He (God) selects me to be And be that man who may lead this community So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny Like we were destine to be We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we. Because we are... The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous Our potentials are endless And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this So it's time we put a stop to this The biggest enemy of self And that's envy and jelousness Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is A promised made sealed with a kiss Knowing this Is the next best thing since "In the beginning" In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!


Details | Ballad | |

Destruction

Destruction.

The silent sound of a falling tree
The oil that chokes the dying sea.
They push our planet to its ruin.
These foolish powers, what are they doing?
A tree it falls, to a sorry end.
My mystic tree, my dearest friend.
Oh how I loathe the things they do
They’re taking life from me, and you.

As men get rich with worthless things
Through the damage that greed does bring.
They spill their slime each place they go
As in their wake destruction grows.
With seas a dying, choked of life
As grey green slime be causing strife.
Sea creatures cry and scream with fear
As the planet dies but greed won’t hear.

The ozone layer be growing sick
As populations grow so thick.
The green folk try to combat greed
But their advice those powers don’t heed.
This thing weighs heavy in the air.
The tower crumbles but they don’t care.
This Planet dies I love so well
As mankind paves, its way to hell.

18 May 2014 @ 1142hrs


Details | Narrative | |

The Emptiness of Life

Oh how frail is the life of mortals
Look at how our tongue treasures the taste of food
Without oxygen we die
We sleep as though we're dead

I've seen demagogs rising and falling
History hasn't been fair to their very great powers
In our virtues, our pride lights our vice
Oh such hypocrites at heart

Oh how our desires hook us like fish bones
Into doom we gleam
Until we see our fragile weakness on Earth
True repentance is just a dream

I've seen the Light I believe
The truth of God who lived as man
His sacrifice made me free
Oh such a hope of eternity I share


Details | Ode | |

Soul Death

                                      

From hell shrivelled hands and voices in the chilly night make appearance
Hand and voices of evil ugly gory demons
Evil that torments the soul day and night
This is the story of Arusha
Arusha the woman possessed by legion
Legion of demons
Demons of promiscuity and self destruct
Powerful destruct that engages the soul
Her soul is in the grip of the power of darkness
Darkness a sanctum of hell
Oh Arusha how hell has swallowed your soul
Arusha’s soul has become a battle ground
I feel pity for Arusha as she often lets out demonic shrills
Shrills that sends chills down my spine
Remember the evil hands and voices of torment
Its torment called insanity
Insanity without cure
Arusha now is now a companion of cocaine
Cocaine I am sure you know it 
Its Satan’s concoction of dementia
Concoction that destroys the soul men
Men become slaves to the voices and hands of hell
As they seek the thrill of gothic
A potently evil thrill that kills the soul 
Sending the soul to eternal damnation
The story of Arusha ended in suicide
Suicide is a deceptive medicine for tormented souls
I wept for Arusha
Senseless weeping: it was too late
I was mortified when I discovered her lifeless body
A body once full of life
A soul so beautiful
Her soul is now eternally damned
                                             In peace may you rest Arusha


Details | Couplet | |

THE VERDICT

Copyright © 2013
07/17/2013

Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?

One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein

What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?

Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying

Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?

Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead

But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had

A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law


by: LP
edited: 7/30/13


Details | Prose | |

Just Jump - Frankenstein's Grand Finale - End of the Dear Frankenstein Saga

What happens when your only way out is so final, yet so beautiful?
When the only one you've got is your captor, your abuser?
When your chance at a legitimate escape is too far away, when you’ve just got to get away now?

 

I’ll tell you what happens:
You get a little crazy, a little careless.
You can’t remember all of the people who care for you, the ones who would miss you.
You get selfish.

 

You can’t see what causes it, so you can’t fix it… this dysfunction.
You know you can’t just change it, because you’re not the only one involved.

 

So… You run.
The first chance you get, you run.
But there’s no where to go.
You know they’ll come.
You know they’ll find you.
So, you run.
Just until you find a beautiful space.
It’s so beautiful, it might already be heaven.
You’ll find out soon.

 

It’s a beautiful cliff.
Maybe they’ll think you fell.
It doesn't matter.
Don’t leave a note;
Let them think what they will.

 

Jump.
Now’s your chance.
Hear them coming?
They’re closing in.
Quick!
Before they catch you.

 

This is your last chance to escape.
Jump.
It won’t hurt once you've hit the bottom.
It can’t be any worse than everyday.

 

Do it now,
Before there’s anymore pain.
Don’t start thinking.
They’ll get over you.
Move on without you.

 

Jump.
Before it’s too late again.
Just jump.
Nothing will ever hurt again.

 

Quick!
Do it quick!
Jump.
… Just Jump.

 

*This is the end of a tortured life.*

 

Turns out…

The bad guys win.

 …………


Details | I do not know? | |

Family Matters

In the attic, above wooden floor,
through the hallway of psychotic, locks upon my door,
near the broken window and glass of the sore,
hiding in the shadows,
bloodstains on the wall.

 Number nine,
house at the end of the street,
where lights are low,
where silent never sleep.


Details | Narrative | |

Physically and Mentally Abuse

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



Details | Pastoral | |

Seeking The Registrar

        ************

A lie slowly becomes' Mercy
As the truth suddenly becomes'
   Crystal clear,
           However,
There comes' a time where
Life has equated itself with Death
          -----------
           And yet,
The implications' so unclear
           -----------
And then death has made off
With it's own consumption
           Of Will
            -----------l
As it breaches' it's own
     Confidence inundate....
And has blended it's own 
           Way threw...
As We seek the resound
Sound know as the "Registrar"
He make's Legions' of me and you
               --------------
When we do appear before him
Fore He is far beyond man
      So repetitiously clear
He makes' short work of perdition
  In the deliverance of all man
               --------------
And He delivers' sanity soulfully at will
      It is the "Just" among man
               -------------
Then in a chasm like appurtenance
   It becomes Evil Incorporate
             Evil on demand
              -------------
     He then reveals' himself
               -For-
He is but a creation threw time
      He brings superstition
He play's with the mind
And this He has been doing
   Since the beginning
         Of time

                          GF


Details | Lyric | |

To young to die

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.


Details | Free verse | |

THE HAUNTING

Entombed behind isolation walled
 Prison,
A haunting malice trapped me within.
Crouching beneath shadows shroud,
 Leering eyes pierce.
Through darkness’s pitch black,
 Covenant.
Pacing beast intercepting motions,
 Movements, mocking my,
Feeble attempts to evade frenzy's,
 Tormentor.
Deceptions deceiver, silver tongued, 
Weaver, spewing lies deceit.
Intricately aligning it's widow,
 Makers webbing,
Feasting on innocence betrayal.
Heckling, laughter echoes, against,
 Dead reckoning.
A chilling appetizing, as if pleased,
 At malice’s intent.
Fiendishly, delighting in torturing,
It’s human pet.
A vacant mumbling feeling over,
 Comes reasoning,
A deeper anger begins to rage,
Rebelling against hatred’s,
Horrifying entity.
Motivated to survive beyond spectral,
 Captivity.
Hear my disgust, creature,
 I shall destroy thee.
Leave me alone, screaming aloud,
 Sanity's domain gives way.
In musty halls empty hollows,
 An odorous stench.
Fills mine senses,
Cease mortal miscreant,
 None leave here alive,
Shudders blood runs cold down raw
 Veins nerve endings,
A deepening realizations rushes,
 The conscious mind,
I'm deaths play thing.
To be pounced upon, a toy mouse,
 Caught between claws,
Extracting, retracting at whims invoking.
Invisible hands grasp choking life's,
 Breath away.
Feeling every heartbeat slowing,
 Quietly ceasing.
Stinging painfully ringing at ear, 
Shots quivering,
Oblivion's mute murmurs never part,
Lips tightly closed.
Let mercy's fallen be forgiven,
 Released from,
Beyond hells hidden regions,
A place devoid of spiritual salvation.
Foul demonic spirit haunting,
 A madman's kingdom,
It whispers to me in sweet melodies,
 Aftershock.
Now we begin, and you truly belong to me,
With satisfactions grimace, it smiles.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | I do not know? | |

Invincible

For how long and for how many times 
Should I be battered and crushed, oh my God!
Tell them their labour  will be in vain 
As after being unconscious 
I suffer no pain 
I know they still can go further
But it does not worry me
For the fact that if I die 
The matter is finished
If I do not 
What should I worry in life?

In fighting battles 
Of injustice and falsehood 
Or to revolt against a war thrust upon 
Or to protest against tyranny
I fear not death  
As I know I lose nothing 
Neither my honour 
Nor my conscience
Moreover, they fail to win 
Neither my heart, nor my mind 
In exchange of my death 
They gain not 
Even an iota of my loyalty
Nor an inch of unsaleable soil of my soul 
Except my dead body. 


Details | Ottava rima | |

The Result of Cruel Fate

The crone can hear the children's laughter, cold as ice
And they exclaim out "witch", not thinking she can hear
Their parents then admonish, "Try to be quite nice."
Upon her thin, emaciated form they leer
Of love forbidden she has paid the awful price
Malicious magic powers all the children fear
She only wears black, mourning each and ev'ry day
Her world is full of dismal, somber shades of grey


She loved a wealthy cultured handsome gentleman
But she had not the clothes nor proper pedigree
And never would be issued any wedding bann
For poverty did not amuse his family
When finding herself great with child of his, she ran
She felt displaced, just like a dead uprooted tree
In bleak back alley child unwanted disappeared
No chance immoral tainted peccant child be reared


Although she lost her core, her heart, her soul, her mind, 
She wandered dazed and crazy back to town she knew
Her fam'ly said, "We never have produced your kind."
There was no place to go and nothing left to do
But after mournful agony she came to find
Satanic powers very evil she would rue
She met the incubi in wooded forest glen
Although she knew it was an awful, grievous sin


Her soul and body raped by evil forces bold
Instilled in her the seeds of their foul awful pow'r
That grew more potent as she grew extremely old
Demolished, shattered self continued still to sour
Her sterile body, now quite barren, grew ice cold
A vile vexatious tongue lashed out at all each hour
Thus she became a bitter venomous old hag
While dressed in filthy clothes; on head, a dirty rag


She met a fine genteel young man, so good and kind
A person reaching out to all in charity
Attempted making better lives where he could find
He wanted human folk achieving parity
However, he had never met an evil mind
The succubus seduced his soul with clarity
 She crippled psyche; took his cash, his bonds and stocks
 Her languid lips convinced him caged; no keys for locks


Then when the moon was full one night, she murdered him
Around his vile demise all sorts of tales arose
She had dismembered rigid corpse each limb by limb
Disposed so very well of ugly bloody clothes
The whole ordeal had been a gratifying whim
Upon his naked body set a blood red rose
His corpse was never found; base tales do not abate
Today she suffers vile result of cruel fate


Details | Epic | |

Betch Please, Really

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?


Details | Rhyme | |

Goodnight

Is life worth a try?
Would I be living a lie?
If I smile, would it break?
If I laugh, would it be fake?
I see the tears from the sky and me
See how self doubting I can be
The feeling of damp grass
The moment that's bound to last
The ways I could wash away
All the people who have gone astray 
Is it me to blame?
When can my feelings be tame?
Why is this world so dark?
When can I actually make a mark?
The tears all fall down
Ive been given a permanent frown 
Standing out is not a choice
Cant risk screaming with my voice
The sky is now dark blue
How many insults were true?
I wish I could be pure
They all hate me, I'm sure 
All eyes watch me every move
So much that i want to prove
why do i still put up a fight?
Why shouldn't i just say goodnight?
i don't have anyone to miss
could death give me a dark ending kiss?
Is there a reason for me to be here?
I all i can feel is numbing fear
I just want to feel the sun shine
To feel happiness throughout my spine
But that is just a dream
That will float away with my desperate scream
Help is the word i always say
I ask for it everyday
And what do i get?
I pile full of regret
I think it's time
To end my faith, my suffering, my rhyme


Details | Free verse | |

Good Morning Doctor Death

Waking up five in the morning,
and looking the dawn's sun rise,
to start the day with a yawn and strech.
Smell the morning dew,
as you go and retrive the morning newspaper,
filled with tablots of lives more intresting than yours.

You wave to your hand to your neighbor,
who you don't like, still you say, "hi"
Why?
It's just the nature of the human being.
You turn and go inside,
you feel some pain on your leftside.
All those milkshakes and hamburgers
caught up to you.
What do you do?
Not much, you can do now,
You fall to the ground, clenching your chest;
you call out for help, but no one comes.
You see your neightbor, but he doesn't mind.
See he hated you as well, like you hated him,
and he is glad to see you fall to your
knees and beg for Mercy.

Oh no! here he comes,
Doctor Death, no not Jack Kavorkian,
No! the big cheese,
the Creature that prays on black souls,
just like yours.
Doctor Death come on down! Come and clam your prize!
Good morning Doctor Death! I'm ready,
Are you?


Details | Light Poetry | |

La Calavera Catrina

The fire burns deep within my heart
As ice forms on arms and limbs
The evil one approaches
With a smile and a knife
To be twisted in my stomach

The witch of Acambaro looks like an angel
But her dagger can pierce both heart and soul
She is the five Pillars
Darkness
Anger
Greed
Envy
Bitterness
Pilar Lopez Diablo

Raised by nuns, her values none
She spreads hers smile
For a few pesos
False hopes and empty dreams
She surely shall make you scream

Bury me naked, if you must
Wear a black veil, you stole my trust
Draw blood and make me swim in my own juices
I shall float in my bloody pain

On the  Día de Muertos
I shall sing back to you
Oh Catrina, lady of the dead
You lie tormented
For you have all of me in blood
Except my heart



Notes:

La Calavera Catrina ('Dapper Skeleton', 'Elegant Skull'
The “Day of the dead” can be traced back to the Aztec festival dedicated to the goddess Mictecacihuatl. Catrina would be the modern name of this God.


Details | Narrative | |

The Depths Of Hades

I have seen the depths of Hades!
And it is not a place of tranquility; 
Neither is it a place of rest, 
but a place of unending cursing, 
and the gnashing of teeth is everlasting.

The multitude was too great to count -
Souls served as fuel for the unquenchable fire.
Hot coals were the bed for this place,
and flames covered Hades as a blanket.

Before encountering this beast,
a very long fall takes place -
Into a vast and immeasurable darkness.
There is no point of return!

Guilt, pain, sorrow, 
and hate obscures the minds of the afflicted.
Their eyes are blinded by their unclean conscious,
and regret is all that is left.

My heart was shatter into pieces -
To see hell boundaries expanding so rapidly!
It’s mouth is wide open,
and in the top fangs - 
Were Inscribed two words: “ETERNAL - PUNISHMENT”

The scorching fire,
the burns, the sores, and wounds,
and the desire to die is a punishment too great to bare.
But the greatest punishment of all -
IS SEPARATION, FROM GOD, FOR ETERNITY.


Details | Narrative | |

From Rotgut To Hell

Bart Coleman is my name.
Five Card Stud is my game.
I had ridden into Rotgut two days before.
It is a small dusty rundown nowhere town.
I spent most of my time there in Salty Sam’s Saloon.
I had taken the local yokels for a tidy little sum.
Then, to my shock and chagrin,
Zack Waverly walked into Salty Sam’s.
I had taken most of his dough down in Abilene
three months or so before I wandered into Rotgut.
Zack spotted me, called me a dirty rat,
drew his fancy Colt pistol and shot me in my chest.
I didn’t even have time to draw a breath
and I was stone cold dead before my body
hit the the creaky wooden saloon floor.
The sheriff had a couple of drunken prisoners
bury my body in a shallow grave up on Boothill.
In a flim flam flash my eternal soul was in the pit of Hell.
I would have cried, but a soul cannot shed tears,
when I was informed by that old serpent Beelzebub himself
that there is absolutely no gambling allowed in Hades.
Now I truly understand why the netherworld is called Hell.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Beast of the Cave

When I was young, and adventure routine,
With excitement and newness still unforeseen
I was eager to spread my wings to the world
And seek more adventures as those wings unfurled

Within my long travels I happened to meet
Two other men, with friendships replete
One was named Beckett, the other one Flynn
And better friends there never have been.

We’d been together, ‘t was our sixth year,
And still our adventures made us cohere
To every madness – to every rave …
Until we decided to enter: The Cave.

With our ropes and lanterns and other such gear
It was into The Cave we then disappeared.
The light from our lanterns speared into the dark
We spoke very little - made no remark.

We found a small dry spot and then we assessed
This was a place we could stop now to rest.
I set down my lantern, and took off my hat,
When Beckett said: “Hey.  Did you just hear that?”

I moved not a muscle, and my ears went to strain.
All I could hear were cave droplets, like rain.
Then … from The Cave’s bowels came a loud din
I continued to listen – then heard it again.

We looked at each other, but said not a word
Confused and startled by what we’d just heard
It wasn’t a moan, it wasn’t a gasp
But more rather like a guttural rasp

Then from The Cave’s deepened black hole
Came again sounds from a source with no soul
The sound was menacing, and one I despise,
I watched the fear grow within my friends’ eyes.

Instinctively then, we three moved as one
In that instant – our re-ascent had begun
I had been last in the line coming down
But first in line in this turnaround.

The lamp on my hat pierced through the black
And I looked for our markers to lead us back
To save our strength, nothing was said
Again - that loud sound which filled me with dread.

Somewhere behind me, then snarls I heard
Loud and vicious, run together and blurred
Close … so close … the Beast was so near
Adrenalin rushed through me to react to my fear

‘T was then I was hit by an overpowering stench 
My stomach turned and my bowels went to clench
The odor blew past me, and I knew t’was the breath
Of the Beast of The Cave – its’ stench of Death.

I was near running, but down on all fours
Sweat was streaming from all of my pores.
Then I heard those terrible screams
The ones I keep hearing in all of my dreams

It was Beckett I knew in his shocked agony
Midst the snarled snapping of jaws I can’t see
I heard bones cracking and squishing of flesh
And my fear within gave new strength afresh

My fingers were raw from grabbing the rock
But on moving forward my mind had its’ lock
My stomach still queasy from the stench of the beast
I knew it was finishing its’ beastly feast

I screamed: “Flynn!  Catch up to me!”
But took not the time to look back and see
For the beasts’ crashing against The Cave’s face
Told me it neared – and was upping its’ pace

In less than an instant, Flynn was there too,
His face in my hat-light was of a strange hue
And as he helped me get back to my feet …
Flynn turned around – t’was the Beast there to meet.

The stench overwhelming, but the sight was much worse
There standing before us: The beastly curse
Of layered scales in shades of dark gray
The rest of its body concealed in umbrae 

But its’ eyes … its’ eyes … I’ll never forget
Rheumatoid yellow, and deeply inset
Its’ reptilian lids blinked just one time
‘Fore its’ lips peeled back - revealing the slime,

Glistening yellow over dagger-like teeth
Then oozed from its’ mouth to fall there beneath.
The beast reared up, we then saw its’ claws
Sharp and deadly within its forepaws

Towering above us, no sound the beast made
On beams of our lights had his gaze stayed.
Unexpectedly Flynn then turned to face me
… With less blinding light, the beast could again see

Why Flynn had turned I never will know
For the beast bit him in two, at his torso
And I was looking at Flynn – direct in his face
When the beasts’ bite his life did erase.

I screamed, and instantly away did I run
Away from the beast, and dead companion
Through the price of Flynn’s life, more time had been bought
To reach The Cave’s entrance – the goal which I sought

I heard its’ clawed talons scraping the wall
And prayed I’d not again stumble and fall
Then, up ahead, a small opening I viewed
And I saw my chance, to hope there exude

Twelve feet … six feet … then it was three
But the beast and its’ stench was there behind me
I dove through the rock-opening, scraping my head
But better that injury than ending up dead

I was elated, and about to rejoice
I then heard a scream – it was my own voice!
In my leg erupted intense blinding pain
Looking down I saw the bloodstain

My leg, through the opening, still was stuck out
There was but split-seconds,’fore I’d lose it no doubt
I pulled my leg back, and in but a flash
My shoe was removed by a clawed talon slash

I crawled back from the opening, then I could see
My wound was deep, from ankle to knee
Then suddenly through the opening came
A clawed talon whose aim was to maim

I quickly withdrew out of its’ reach
As claws shot through the openings’ breech
The opening too small for continued rampage
And the beast began then to voice its’ outrage

Its deafening roars assaulted my ears
Echoed Cave chambers and to my mind did adhere
I began attending unto my grave wound
Knowing I now was no longer marooned.

Another two hours ‘fore I crawled out The Cave
And many more days ‘fore I’d shed the shockwave
Of what had transpired, and what I had seen
But my damaged leg was lost to gangrene.

Now sleep evades me, for my horrible dreams
Show beams of light, and unearthly screams
Of Beckett and Flynn and The Cave we were in
I know tonight, I’ll re-live it again.

So, now you’ve the story, you’ve heard the deed
I swear is the truth I’ve herein decreed
And Beckett and Flynn are enslaved in their grave
And I lost my leg to … The Beast of The Cave.


Details | Free verse | |

SUFFER NOT

SUFFER NOT

Suffer not o man she cried desperate for consolation
Compassion twisted and tore at her heart 
but the world she knew was silent.

Painful sounds from death filled wars, would wound her more
than jagged poison tipped arrows that pierced much too deeply.
And yet she carried on in quiet song as the world she knew kept silent.

And if the dying weren't enough, the sight of bloated bellies
and distraught mothers and sacked villages laid bare
by the unwilled force of child soldiers, would crush her spirit. 
How could the world she knew keep silent?

Thinking that God did not understand her despair 
She wept with abeyant tears that could not flow 
as the world she knew kept silent.

To live, to die in the soiled spattered flow of time
passing through, passing through
Is the secret so sublime? Cannot she grieve? 
Then silence no more was heard.

Instead a curious word within emerged 
from her meditation of life's graces
a Hebrew word "Bitachon"
What was not known in agonies 
was revealed in her silence.

C.A.K. 1-9-201


Details | Free verse | |

Somber Tears

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,
Why?
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.


Details | Free verse | |

Depression

Depression

3 o’clock in the morning…
The sounds of bed frames hitting drywall,
The sounds of Chopin and Coltrane played
With a hint of sadness in tone.
Sounds of whores and pimps arguing;
“Where is the money, you whore?!”
“I don’t have the money!”
A sound of a slap to the face
A big hand crushing bone,
Blood everywhere
Red streaks on white walls.
The sound of drunks walking gloomy streets,
Police and ambulance rush down burned out streets
Sirens wailing, crying out!

A child, six years old
Crying, “Momma! Momma!”
Shedding tears over his dying mother, lost her soul to the
Crack pipe.
Rest In Peace.
A sound of a .357 magnum revolver click
And a gunshot shakes the nerves of many,
And for a moment the sweet and peaceful silence.

“Dispatch, suicide on 46th street Hollywood Boulevard, Send the Corner. Over.”
Then the darkness sails over
And the entire cities are showered with tears from the heavens,
But no one weeps,
Not a single soul…

-10/2/13-


Details | Free verse | |

Never So Gracious

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 of familiarity 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.


Details | Narrative | |

Spoiled by Carson Eelman- 7th grader

A tribute to Ray Bradbury's The Veldt


Spoiled
by Carson Eelman


The nursery is a curious place
a place where dreams came true
inside lied an African Veldt.
In there the leaves would sway,
as the grass danced in the wind,
the lions roar, the sun beats hot,
it seems so real but know it's not.

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.

The power of imagination,
can be a wonderful thing,
full of magic, fun, and wonder;
but it can turn to darkness as well.
The nursery became corrupted,
with thoughts of death,
becoming real to Mom and Dad.

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.

The called a man
to see what's wrong
but honestly he wasn't sure.
He said they should take a break,
and so the father said,
"Shut down the house,
     we are ready to go," 
         but the kids said "Please No!"

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.

They couldn't let it happen,
so they locked both inside.
The parents screamed and banged,
but to no reply.
The lions came and they were gone.
Peter and Wendy flashed a wicked grin,
then settled down and ate a meal.

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.


Details | Imagism | |

Those Dark Eyes

Those dark eyes on me
Like a candle-wax scraper

Cut me with your love
Then graze me with affection
Dip me in your world
Of damaged imperfection
Addicted to those dark eyes
Suspense of a frozen look
Soft feelings on my back
Before the thrust of a rusted hook

Ah but I like those dark eyes
And the uneasiness I feel
When I hold onto broken glass
You rest my head down on the steel
Addicted to the prick
Contamination that surrounds me
Rip my skin off piece by piece
At peace every time you drown me

Scabs feeling coarse
I like it like sand paper
Those dark eyes on me
Like a candle-wax scraper


Details | Ballad | |

The ballad of Tich Thomas

The Ballad of Tich Tomas
.
A dog was howling in the night
Perhaps she knew the truth
That Tich would not be coming home
This dog needed no proof
That the man who she loved so
He’d come to her no more
Because Lance corporal Thomas was
 A victim of the war.

Now Tich, he was a country boy
His farm it was his life
A boon to his community
He’d give in times of strife
He learned his trade in farming school
With honours he’d come through
Then settled down to work his farm
That’s what he planned to do.

But then, one day it came to him
The news he did not need
He’d been called up for army life
He went off without heed
To do his time in Puckapunyal
To get him set for war
He soon made it as Infanteer
So he joined a fighting corp

He worked real hard and gained a stripe
This showed he had potential
He earned his skills in jungle fighting
And then there came the call
For he to go to Vietnam
To five RAR he was sent
Charlie company was his unit
When off to war he went

It was in April sixty six
Our man went into battle
There in the Phuc Tuy provence
Those guns did roar and rattle
Our Tich he fought real gallantly
So brave was he, but then
The shrapnel done it’s evil job
He joined the fallen men.

They brought his body back to those
Who were waiting for him there
The whole town came to welcome him
And helped with grief and prayer
They buried him with all the honours
That came to fighting souls
Who died to keep their country free
Courageous in their roles.

More honour it was placed on him
By the country where he’d fought
They built a statue in his name
And his likeness it was caught
By the sculptor who did honour him
And carve him into stone
And now Tich Tomas guards the park
As he stands there all alone.

If you’re ever down in Nannup town
Go to the park that’s there
You’ll see the statue of young Tich
As his spirit everywhere
Will fill the souls of those who see
This fighting man, so brave
Who’s body lies so peacefully
In his own town, in a grave.

2007


Details | Free verse | |

The Strand

This expanse of land has seen things. 
Things all of us can only see in dreams.
It's seen war, it's gotten it's fair share of scars.
Bombs bursting, bullets throwing sand into the air like it's a volleyball tournament.
The sand running red with blood silently mocking our arteries.

This magnificent stretch of land has seen heroes' tears fall; dropping to their knees while sadness envelopes their fallen brothers but also looking up to their beloved whilst carrying a ring in their hand. 

It's seen bright days, the sun glimmering over wet sand, footprints of past loves being washed away as the sun smacks the horizon. 

This expanse of land...has seen things we can only imagine.

T.K


Details | Haiku | |

Slenderman

       Always watching you.
     He lurks in every corner.
     You'll think you lost him.
       He stalks you at night.
    Don't ever look behind you.
        Cause he will get you.


Details | Free verse | |

Human Nature

When chaos brings civilization to its knees 
From world wide pandemic critical disease
Or when a tsunami consumes everything beyond the shores
Swallowing the landscape and changing life as we know
Earthquakes shake the very foundation of this world
Or an astroid penetrates the cradle of birth
Bring us back to the primitive unleashing the truth
From the umbilical chord we are more ferocious than rabid wolves
And we will kill fellow man just to survive
Or just for the desire of taking ones life
What is compassion but a dead corpse on the road
Adrenalized by fear no time for sorrows
No need to worry about a world war zombie apocalypse 
We're already flesh eating monsters wearing dead skin
Most people panic when they lose internet or their lights
Autonomy is just a word most people can no longer define
And your money isnt worth *****so forget trying to buy
Your way out of cleansing while you run out of time
So learn to die well and hold your loved ones real tight
As you pray that your death will let you ascend to new heights
Beans, bullets, and bandaids are all that I'll need 
To keep population zero from taking over me
**** being hopeful could we really be so naive
To think that in these days we could some how find peace
When our mother earth gets restless and releases all of her worst
The only thing more destructive is our human nature


Details | Ballad | |

In The World Of Hell

Born in night to Dhore and Ghore,
Lots of roar he was to make,
Taught with those the best they had
Fought and won the best of bad,
Turned to red then black and blood,
flooding bones of hellish beasts
mighty prince thus conquered hell.
'Prince Devil' they called him thus
sirens roar to send him down
Into earth with evils blood.

Bright and light have seen fire,
not this prince, they haven't yet!
All of hell had bowed him thrice,
every good he split then slice ,
Walks earth in men and women,
Making evil with each spell.
mighty prince grew fast in fame,
lots of hearts he turned to war
After gold, they led their heart
As men he touched felt no good.

From among men, fed by then,
He placed his steps for a walk,
Saw no man for long a way
Went so mad with not a ray,
A sight of light, far in night,
Then drew him close to its height,
Not light, but a girl there stood,
Seeing her, he dreamed a life,
Human life with her in it,
But late he was far to reach.

Not a king, but king of kings,
Will he be in days to come,
Orders came to steal her light,
with dark sufferings, true fright.
Tried too hard but failed with heart,
Across he stood against dark,
Earthly love then bound the prince
Hell's world was flared in anger,
Evil dark, the king of kings,
proclaimed war against the prince.

No demon, no prince, she knew,
nor he was, from where she knew
Fought his heart in best of hells,
Days, nights, in his world and else,
blackish blood smoked with fire,
Blew from hell with smell, desire,
The prince of love, fought so brave.
killed he was, in deadly war,
Hell and heaven, barred his soul
for crimes done in all the world.
©Anees Rahman


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The sunyassin

As far as I know this is a true story about Alexandra the great...Peter



The Sannyasin.

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


Details | Sonnet | |

The Black Hound of Destiny (English sonnet in tetrameter)

As darkness takes our souls to hell
what has become of pleasant dreams
when death has tolled its final bell
no one remains to hear the screams.

Gwyllgi calls, the end is near
as demons dance across the land
their laughter chills a heart with fear
for fate has shown her evil hand.

Awash with blood to purify
the world of Man's eternal rage
no longer can our words deny
Gwyllgi's here to close our page.

And no demons shall rape and kill
for evil comes from Man's own will.




Details | Rhyme | |

The Purple Door

I passed a purple door one day while out for a casual walk
Curiosity got the best of me when it began to talk

It said it was a magical door and welcomed me inside
It bribed me with indispensable knowledge if I would abide

Only a brief moment of my time it would need
Just step across my threshold it began to plead

I thought for just a minute and wondered if I should 
What really did I have to loose, this might turn out quite good

I clambered up the steps with haste and through the portal I passed
Immediately I was whisked away through a narrow shaft

As I tumbled through the darkness, I faintly heard the door slam shut
A queasy feeling erupted in the bottom of my gut

I shuddered knowing that I had possibly sealed my fate 
What an awful mistake I made, I should have opted for a golden gate

I think my soul was taken, had I completely lost my head
Eternity was upon me, filling me with dread

A second chance I dared wish, as a silent scream danced on my lips
A horrible thought flashed through my mind as I came to grips

I should have kept on walking, never going through that purple door
I certainly didn’t anticipate this and regretted it even more

Had destiny played some cruel prank I truly could not tell
All I know for sure that day, I was sent to hell
*******************************************
Written 2014-05-21 : alternative ending 


Details | Elegy | |

The Apocalypse

when the glory of a
man 
is turned into a
mystery
his pride becomes a
mockery
for ignorant of the
truth
is the cultivation
of wickedness
and arrogance the
father of
foolishness
his heart consume by
grief
and hid mind hunts
him a relief
but lost in belief
for his god fails
him
and nothing to be
held in high esteem
for his reward is
condemnation
caught in the web of
desperation
his effort can only
end him a
frustration
the sky blue turns
dark
the bad wind blows
away the good luck
an innocent man
drowns at sea
for his soul is
empty
his flesh perishes
and he dies in his
anguish
his body afflicted
by flies
for a greedy soul
is full of lies
the deeds of the
righteous is
perfection
and that of the
devil is destruction
for evil his
invention
when the righteous
perish, evil
flourish
he lives in the
heart of men
and their body his
den


Details | Free verse | |

The Queen of Hearts

Known as the Queen of Hearts,
the card of death,
that kids the Joker and kills the King of Spades,
The Ace of Spades shivers in his boots,
when she strides by in havoc.
Her beauty is what gets you,
so watch out,
when she comes rolling on by.
She is deadly,
like a black widow spider
ready to attack at any moment,
so watch out for her,
when you deal the deck.


Details | Free verse | |

Peace

How queer the color of viscera
squarely foreign in my breast
To be the butcher and grim and goddess
All in one
Leaves identity succinct
Or identifies succinctness
If it has been
Then so it was always before

Therein is 'Peace'
Reposed and eyes rolling
Great, vacant saucers on vertiginous axis
She is quite the swollen beast
And on all fronts, she is terrible
If only you'll watch you may notice her growth
A malignant sort
An unwelcome appendage
I'd dash it out but I've already gone
Too pale and dogged in life to succumb
I curse her tenacity

She has a sister, I think
Or maybe a child
A child who lives down deep in my chest
A child who shrieks and tears down the walls
Perhaps she dislikes their pattern


Details | Epic | |

The Settlement of the Four Ligures

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-


Details | Prose Poetry | |

THEM

Cast in stone and written in blood Are the ideals of a lost nation? Paving the returned ashes of the ancients Their patience wore thin by the actions of the passionless Armed in tools for a journey with no set direction But their steps forward Matter to no particular purpose but a means to no end Instead to destruction Is their surrounds with earth shattering sound to deaf ears In the hope That the blind see and fear the renowned vision of tears And overcome by what comes over With a super nova of banished spirits carving out time In hope to expos The sickened seconds and momentary minutes into hours Those who have powers Will note the swinging vote they wield Those who are in this field Have only the word as a shield Blood spilled and dead, limp, bodies Will be served on the far vision Multiple weaponry Will be the cutlery of the day's dishing From the table view only red is seen Because all that within is left on the scene Those who were framed in this picture Can only refer to the Revelations of scripture Those who were in erratic panic Had to mirrored the ignorance that of "Titanic" How can men put their belief in false security? As survivors of today were fooled by the hope of tomorrow Let’s not borrow the bravado of a lost society Because Christianity is the true model we should follow.


Details | Narrative | |

A Doctors Ballad

I never really understood people until I took apart my old school chum Rick.
Now I know exactly what makes the human heart tick.
The intricacy of the human circuitry is Gods most artful work without uncertainty.
Like a great operatic performance accompanied by a grand orchestra, all our organs sing as one and all together.
To give such life as this in a manor of theatrical grandeur, but life comes at a cost however, this is something that we can not sever, for one soul to live it must take from another.
You see hunting a human is just like hunting any animal, you always track those that are weak and incapable.
I study those that indulge greatly in life's pleasurable sins, I always proceed to take them apart starting with their limbs.
To squander such a gift is a crime against those souls no longer living.
It is a crime that should be dealt with swiftly and unforgiving.
You may find my words harsh and cruel but punishment is dealt where punishment is due.
The scholars and gossips call me a Devil worshiper or a Satanist.
But I am an admirer of God and I dream to be like him, a great creationist. 
To some I'm known as the mad doctor who haunts the river Rhine, but to my acquaintances I'm known simply as Victor Frankenstein.


Details | Ballade | |

Bowl of sorrow


              
                      Eating bowls of dying meat
                      sucking poison which taste sweet.
                    Gas filled bodies that retain their juice
                     a dead little dog that took abuse.
                   The death song plays for a mutilated boy
                      insane parents who receive no joy.
                    Black dogs bark at the funeral fires
                     death looks down and picks his desires.
                   The decapitated body of an unknown man
                       no one cried which was part of the plan.
                   A shot in the dark took the poor man down
                     crazy children laugh as they hear the sound.
                    'Blood in the gutter' whispered the man
                      slay your neighbor as fast as you can
                      No one hears this , no one understands
                     'Blood in the gutter' whispered the man.
                    A slash of the knife brought grandma down
                    the young boys laughed at the blood on the ground.
                  The blood stained clothes of a forgotten child
                    the man with the knife is running wild.
                   The meat in the gutter might be your own
                     for you are left for dead
                    and to the dogs you were thrown !
                                                                          © By Larry Hays




Details | Free verse | |

The Eyes

The Eyes

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,
Watch you,
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
And nightmares,
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.

-10/3/2013


Details | Epic | |

Introduction

hello my friend, stranger walk by,
borrow a moment, spare me your lie,
through pen of the narrow and mist of an eye,
below absolute zero, someone will die;
sentence to rambler, apple hereby,
flute of the meadow, mandrake will cry,
in front of the riddler second might try,
get out of here mortal,
exit near by-e.

angry as he strike out his pen,
get out of here demon, get out of this den,
in thousands of years how long has it been,
when scriptures wear sandals;
on meadow you land, many bear seasons,
stakes shall bend, lantern still burning,
your letter is send.


Details | Sonnet | |

Reaching in Darkness

In the darkness he resides, awaiting Coming soon he will escape, to sure bring His darkness onto the world around him He feels his darkness brooding to the brim His strength exceeds the normal of power And he could reach out killing a flower He grasps the bark of the tree where he’s trapped Hoping he can reach in darkness, not strapped He massages his hands outside his jail Pulls with the essence of darkness but pale He can’t bring himself out of his prison His effort left him numb from this session Slowly with a growl the witch cowers back Tucking his hands back inside his pale pack
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Details | Senryu | |

Planned Parenthood

    planning parenthood 
 birth control and abortion 
      no babies allowed


Details | Free verse | |

When a Man cries Himself to Sleep

When a man cries himself to sleep,
it is a sad sight to see,
tears roll off his cheek
and onto his bed sheets and pillow case.
When you hear his somber cries,
you can feel his pain
when he wimpers like a child who treds in fear.
No one knows what they do to a man
when they play with his emotions,
lead him on,
take advantage of him.
They don't know what they do to an innocent man
looking for love.
They break his heart that is full of love,
they stab him in the back
when he needs them at his most vulnerable moment
they laugh at him, and tease him,
Do they know what they do to a man?
They slowly kill a man, who just wants a simple kiss on the lips,
they kill a dreamer, a good man, with a big heart.
They drive a man to his bed,
with tears running down his face
and force him to dream of nightmares.
When a man cries himself to sleep, 
it is that saddest thing to see.
Goodnight and sweet dreams...


Details | Kimo | |

Two-Legged Jackasses

This world of ours is being overrunned
by two-legged jackasses
I call Raghead Nazis.

They rape and murder in the name of God
while in reality they
do the damned Devil’s will.

When Ragheads from the West go to Iraq
to help commit genocide
the world has gone insane.

It is true that to be a Raghead one
must have less than ten active
brain cells to join ISIS.

Only a brain dead moron would believe
that mass rape and murder are
acts of a sane person.

We are in the Twenty-First Century
but the world has regressed to
the Dark Ages again.


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Sexteen

I saw evil last night
evil in the form of a sweet fleshed beauty,
evil in the form of sparkling eyes
with the sweetest of serpent’s tongue.

I saw evil, perhaps, not in its entirety;
for as with goodness, evil is an abundant
and all consuming well.
So young, so stained by herself and others
this child daily sought the flame, 
stealing from anyone, anything she could.

The fragile translucent moth 
to the kitten’s lick, evil beyond bounds.
Her beauty a narcotic, evil bathed in jasmine
giving kisses to gain access to her own drugs of choice.
Failure’s false excuses for actions, fresh sexual pleasures;
lured with ribald sensation, lured with filthy lucre.

I saw flames leap from the eyes of the sweetest face,
recalling the pill vials abundance and place;
recalling the ease of reach.

I saw her thrusting tongue-tip, lick and leap.
I saw drool come at the corner of her strawberry pink lips.
The lips she would let his aged sick body kiss,
all for the high, his legal drugs would bring.
She stay. She’d F…. She’d give him everything.
He didn't pay in money, surely there was no crime?

So near death, he’d pray.
“Lord God please heal me.” He’d say.
She’d smile and the horned corners of her lips would rise.
And he’d seek life’s affirmation between her thighs.
She’d stay………’till he died.

Contest: Genius or Criminal [Obviuosly, Criminal]


Details | Triolet | |

On Cliff's Edge

upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still as sunset bids adieu to day I feel so cold, a deadly chill upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still so desolate, bereft of will with trepidation, feet of clay upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still as sunset bids adieu to day. whose evil spell did weave such pain that took this heart, and bled my soul I've lost too much, and can't remain whose evil spell did weave such pain my morrow's hopes all died in vain for death I know the bell doth toll whose evil spell did weave such pain that took this heart, and bled my soul. the sea sings dirges of my fate my skirts form wings, blown by the wind the waves collide on rocks that wait the sea sings dirges of my fate a voice begs 'no', but it's past late I brace and leap; soul's suff'ring's end the sea sings dirges of my fate my skirts form wings, blown by the wind.
© 11/10/2011 Lucretia Crouse Triolet is an eight line poem where the first line is repeated for line four and the first two lines are repeated as a refrain for lines seven and eight. Triolet Rhyme Scheme: A B a A a b A B Written in iambic tetrameter (8-syllable lines)


Details | Senryu | |

Ice King

 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

By

Brian Otoole .......

Poem for  ((skat-oz ICE KING Contest))
08-05-13

(((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 



Details | Blank verse | |

I know

You left me amid a pack of wolves,
snarling, baring their teeth...
closing in on me.
 
I know they'll tear me apart.

As the night grows darker, colder,
I hear their menacing howls,
and I realize I'm all alone.

I know tonight's my last night.

I search all around for you,
call to you for help,
all the while knowing you won't come.

I know you can't.

But, I fight back
I fight the wolves with all I've got,
and I emerged the winner.

Now, I know I'll live another night.


Details | Rhyme | |

DEVILe SOUL

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Sonnet | |

''Like Edgar Allan Poe I live in death''

Like Edgar Allan Poe I live in death
and in dread of "The Raven," that dark rime
of gloominess in that bird of dark time
and evil spirits, ghosts, and haunted breath.
Contemptible bird! You've arrived from Hell
and from the nightmares of mine own bedtime
to punish me for my sin and my crime:
indifference to God and to what's well.
O hell-spawn, dreadful creature of the wing!
Must you condemn me for the dead Lenore
with the dark ebb and flow of your cruel sting?
Like Poe, I have crossed o'er your evil door
and into the abyss of this curséd thing....
O Raven! I, like Poe, do die therefore.













Details | Free verse | |

But with the evil, came the good

All turned down to the worst
as the children lost innocence,
as the bums drank their last breath away,
as the man eating sharks finding their way,
to the over-crowded sandy beaches,
as the man turn to the woman
and gave her a slap across the face,
as the thef steals in the night,
as the coward goes behind his loved ones' backs,
as the oil lanterns spill over and burn the bridges
to salvation and paradise.
Something always happens to the good guy,
a knife in the back in the midst of dawn,
his woman leaving with another man,
he dying slowly of cancer,
or suffering from intoxication of the blood.
Poison. Poison, ravages his body,
oh, how could God let such things happen
to such a good man?
His life work, his social life, his nirvana
all destroied, burned away, turned to dust.

But with the evil, came the good.
Yes with time and time again
repeating itself in a circle of time,
across the crossed faces,
as blue eyed Death smiles
and as the girls grin,
Everything came into place,
Anyway with evil, came the good.
Indeed it had came right to his front doorstep.


Details | Free verse | |

Burn Away

BURN AWAY

We have all lost our way
To see starlight gazers
And men with broken hearts,
Seeking love in all of the wrong places;
Vacant lots, where women all looking for something,
But not quite knowing what they look for.
We have all lost our way.

The only hope of humanity
Is the shining sun
That breaks through the blinds of my window,
And the faint memory of me and her
Lying on our backs in a grassy meadow,
Holding hands
Looked up and counted stars.

Cities burn away,
Sky, stars, moon, sun all burn away;
The grassy meadow
Where we once lay, all burns away
Everything burns away,
Memory and desire and love all burn away
With the snap of a finger, and a new man
In her own life,
And I burn away.

A picture of her hung high and praised,
A picture of me, in a dark box
That collects dust, in some lonesome
And dusty, cobweb infested attic.
And I burn away with a new day.
I burn away.

A nightmare that I can’t awake from,
It is endless and repeats
When thoughts of her are all over my mind,
I cannot take such nightmarish reality
Too see her and smile,
And she walks away without a trace
Of ever returning.
And I cry,
And I burn away,
The tears wash the fire away,
And turn me to ash,
The wind picks me up and takes me away.

And for one peaceful moment,
I do not cry,
I do not burn away.
For a moment I am happy
And I smile,
And go away for a while
And let them all sleep in peace.

-10/2/2013-


Details | Epic | |

Endless Time (Part I)

Delicately it came rapping upon my front door
while I laid down to rest that cold dark night
quietly at first then heavy pounding, pounding.
An unfamiliar visitor stood waiting for entrance
yet even now I know not why I cowered in fear.
Ominous fingers of foreboding seized my soul
as I prayed the unwelcome guest would depart,
even as thunderous pounding, pounding persisted.

Minutes lingered and grew into sleepless hours
when I arose from my bed nigh three in the morn
tumultuous pounding, pounding refusing to end
I flung the door open wide to bark my displeasure
but was met by a sinister figure upright before me
clothed in drab hooded robe, face hidden from view
in left hand held a scythe, wood and gleaming steel 
A voice, more a moan, commands, “It is time to go.”

“What evil has come to my door?” I questioned.
“I am neither evil nor good,” the specter replied.
“I am -- nothing more nothing less, Death be my name.”
The scythe quickly raised to inflict one fatal blow
I shouted “Wait for one moment, won’t you come in?”
Arced high at its peak, sharp glimmering blade paused
‘til lowered slowly, butt resting again on the floor.
The wraith glided slowly across the narrow threshold.

I offered Death a seat and a drink, only the seat taken. 
An aged brandy I sipped while we chatted ‘til dawn,
me learning about death as Death learned about life.
Death: neither man nor woman, lacking heart or soul,
feels not emotions of pleasure or grief or hope or despair,
yet simply exists, for without life death cannot be.
So with new knowledge of Death, a covenant I made.
Not ready to leave, in this mortal world I chose to remain.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Last Night I Dreamt

I Dreamt I was lying in Heavens Hospital. 
I had been crying , for that very day it was my Mother In law 
whom said with all her knowledge ,of being a RN . 

You need to think about carrying" THIS " baby inside.
You see , her Son was a user of many things , Alcohol .
"This pregnancy was possibly going to bring a lifetime of pain, and most importantly ..a defective Child."she said 

The real truth behind"THIS" is another poem to find , it does not yet exist .

In my Dream , I turned only to meet the prettiest Angel.
She too was a RN , however one of a different Blend .
She was glowing as she turned in all her beauty and her smile, and said 

You are going to have a beautiful Baby Girl !
She will not only be Healthy but you will never reqret this .
This Baby will be a celebration on Earth as in Heaven!

I awoke knowing I was having a Beautiful Baby girl ,
and No one could bring me down .
7 months later .. I found the truth was sent to me , as the Angel said .

I learned later whom the sender was .
I had a sister in law, not from the same line of Blood.. came the Mother .
She too was a RN.  Her Life came to a very sad end .
Before I met the Sister I always wanted '


She had been taken by the worst of Evil.

A serial Killer whom took many before he met her that fateful night .

This Beast died in Prison in 2004 in Illinois , where the papers had a missing RN named Cheryl listed .

Cheryl was the sister i always wanted .
She came to me when I needed her most ,
In 'Heavens Hospital ' where she worked  , my sister Cheryl,  came as a Ghost . 
 
I wish to Dedicate this To my Sister " Cheryl Murray" whom went missing in April of 1994 . May you rest in Heaven Sister and never feel any pain .


Details | Ballad | |

The joy of the pheasant shoot

The joy of the pheasant shoot.

Getting set for the big event
The good folk do their stuff
They beat the earth with sticks, do they?
With their little dogs so tough 
They flush those pheasants from the scrub
So all can have some fun
Killing them with smiling faces
As they fire beloved guns.

Then as the pheasants in a panic
They bolt into the sky
Our hero’s with their guns in hand
Make sure that hundreds die
As the air is filled with the cracking sounds
As birds fall all around
Just so these fools can get there jollies
These corpses cover ground.

I wonder sometimes if these hero’s
Have any souls at all
That they could get such satisfaction
Doing these acts so cruel
Sometimes it leaves me speechless
At the way folk get their pleasure
Killing beauty just for fun
Is an ugly kind of leisure.

10 September 2013 @ 1340hrs




Details | Couplet | |

You Almost Fit

You almost fit with harmony,
But almost would be the death of me,
You came real close to complimenting my space,
But real close would leave me in an empty place,
The puzzle piece I can no longer wedge,
I made my vow and said my pledge,
Later on deep regret would follow,
And once again I'd become hollow,
You almost fit with ecstasy,
But almost would be the death of me.

By: Sabina Nicole


Details | Narrative | |

The Locklears Chapter One

"Wakey, wakey, sleepy head" the 
woman's voice was cheerful and playful
as she threw a glass of cold water in the 
unconscious man's face.  "Wha, wha, what 
Happened? Did I fall asleep?"  As the man 
opened his eyes he tried to move but 
couldn't. 
Looking around he realized he was in an 
upright position eagle spread.  Each wrist 
and ankle
was shackled, locked, and chained.  "I'm 
not into locks and chains.  I'm the one 
paying for sex
you have to do what I want."  The man's words 
were slurred as he looked at the woman.  "Poor, poor, 
little man I'm not a prostitute.  I just pose 
as one on the 
internet and in the streets.  That's how I 
get pigs like you" said the woman with 
an evil grin.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The 
Green Poet aka The Brown Philosopher aka Red Seven


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Evil Blossoms

~ EvIL BlossomS ~

I be a garden nymph of bane
My sole purpose, to cause you pain

Toil you must within a garden so bright
I wreak havoc with delight

Something menacing, wicked did I
Just in spite to see you cry

While you slept I dug a hole
I ate the roots in your garden bowl

I giggled while I did the deed
Knowing how I made you bleed

I feed on souls, that is what I take
Pleasure is mine while you quake

All is lost when I appear
All that is left, undeniable fear

 (evil laugh)

Copyright 2014
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bane : in the archaic meaning of > something, typically poison, that causes death.


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Better Than Jesus

Explosions in the sky a fire in my mind starting out a broken spirit until returned, my wings, I fly and I find that I have no place to go when the desire has came and went and there is no secrets left to know I shall be the greatest teacher exponentially now I grow who wants to be my friend? I only accept good people for I have spent too much time observing dark and evil now I seek the light as I remember how to fly off I'll go to see the world with my soul mate, her and I I have not met her yet but I will know her when I see her by the feeling and the healing as if she could be the teacher and my heart is pounding celebrating life until I die when my friend, this world may end by explosions in the sky. -For Sandra


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Let Me Go

Let Me Go!
I don't want this anymore!
I can't go to sleep at night,
all I seem to do is write.

Sometimes I read...
I read until I finish.
When I finally go to sleep,
I hear the sound of the alarm "BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"

Oh gosh,
I can't handle this anymore.
I am going crazy here
and no one seems to notice it, my dear.

I cry myself to sleep.
telling myself everything will get better.
BUT IT DOESN'T!
And I know I mustn't

but I want that knife
just as much as I want that gun
I hate this world
and everything about this girl

She sings and tries to get attention
yet no one gives her the time of day.
She falls into the books she reads
no one knowing, it is escaping, she pleads.

This girl is me,
oh but you knew, right?
Since all I ever talk about is me!
Gosh, can't you see?

I'm my enemy!
I'm my own nightmare!
No one is hurting me!
It is me who shouldn't be let free!

Lock me up! 
Kill me!
That way I won't harm myself...
I'd like it if it was someone else

Please, do me the favor
and let me go
for no one can save this girl
from this cruel world.


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A Messanger From Hell

I am sitting in my light brown leather reclining chair
after a strenuous day at my office glad to be home
no more stress no wife just my dog Bandit at my side
I'm holding in my right hand  my favorite relaxing drink
a single malt scotch on cracked ice with a twist of lemon

as I was about  to close my eyes just a little past seven
counting the blessings in my life from heaven
then out of the unexpected blue everything changed
never I mean never to be the same again
or maybe I was just going insane

out of the corner of my right eye
what I saw oh God what I saw was something that really 
scared the hell out of me 
as the hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up
and my flesh turned cold

a man dressed all in black and red
with a haunting evil look in his coal black eyes 
I believed he was from the dead
stepped right through a solid wall made of brick an stone
and stood there looking around the room

then looked right through me as though I wasn't there
my dog bandit backed up in fright and hid behind the chair
making noises like I never heard him make before
as my goose bumbled flesh turned cold as ice
I sat paralyzed could not move from my light brown leather reclining chair

then he smiled a shark like pointed toothy grin 
as he placed his gaze my way
and pointed a long gray boney finger right at me
the only sound that I could hear was the beating of my own heart
as though it was going to tare my chest apart

then he spoke in a low evil raspy voice and said
I'll be awaiting you on the other side

then he turned to leave the room
the way he entered by stepping right through a solid wall
made of brick an stone
now I sit here all alone wondering and shaking 
what the hell just happend to me

is there something in my life that I must change 
my life do I have to rearrange 
I do not want to meet that messenger from hell on the other side

this is not a tale I tell
for you may think I'm crazy as hell
but I believe in what I saw
I was visited by a messenger from hell

if there is a lesson to be learned from my story
look into your life and change what will make it right
to travel into the light 
to heaven not hell
when your time ends upon this earth


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The Bone Riders

Thousands upon thousands strong
covered in full battle armament
the riders most definately frightening
the stench of evil and death abounds
for these riders are of another world
not the living, but yet the the dead
for they dwell in the realm of the in-between.
The mounts upon which they ride
creatures too most evil and foul
throw fear into all they encounter
eerie red glows where eyes should be
a foul steam emits from nostril and mouth
in addition, thunder follows in their advance
with lightening around them ever present.
With every passing battle they lay claim
to more riders with which to further build their army
pour souls whose only wish is to pass
into the light, a most peaceful death indeed
with every ounce of courage they can muster
they strive to avoid these riders and their evil
with voices rasied unto the heavens, they pray
for good to prevail over this un-wordly evil.


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your perfection

You moulded me to your perfection then bounced me around the room 
to show ownership of me to your friends

So I purred and smiled and batted my eyes

Acted asthough I enjoyed it

I loved all of them the way you taught me 
So you were pleased for a while
For a while I was safe

You bent me out of shape and pushed me as far as I could take
So I tried to smile and bat my eyes but I couldn't help but cry 
It made you happy for a while

These chains swing and hurt my wrists as they break and cut my veins

I'm lying here alone unclaimed
I wish to feel the hurt again 
I want the tears upon my face
The cold gleam in your eye
I need you to be happy for a while

The darkness stinks, I'm in disgrace all used up a broken face
Bones are broken beneath the skin
I love your smile you've such a grin
Now at least your happy again


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New Ozymandias

O How Great It Is...
To be alive on this day!
Heh, Most unlike you!

You're Deader then dead
Just like the wooly mammoth,
Who's also your dad

I'm alive in space!
Without a care or worry...
I'm forever free.

Remember highschool?
Well, I haven't forgotten.
But you have, my dear

You rejected me!
But not privately, mind you!
No, that'd be too nice...

Had to be cruel...
You told them all when I asked.
And I was left, mocked

But space is so kind.
Unlike your now burning Earth.
Fighting my cyborgs?

Sorry for the mess.
Death Stars aren't too accurate...
They get the job done.

Well, England is gone.
Your most favorite city.
I burned it myself.

I'm truly happy
Yep, I'm just floating in space.
Yes, Yes... I'm damn sure.

I do NOT miss you.
Or the goddamned earth, either.
Just stop guilting me!

No... I'm not happy.
I'm just alone in deep space.
I'm Watching you burn.

Please forgive me, miss.
I was so jealous, old friend
I was just so hurt.

I feel  terrible.
Like I'm Ozymandias
Only, I despair.


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Bloodwoman

When the night comes,
and the world is a away,
the demons step out,
as their corpses decay.

Across Will-street,
lived a mysterious sinner.
A famous voice,
whose faintest whisper made the mighty shiver.

Her long gold locks,
made many a man weak,
till he knew her up close,
where no one could hear his helpless shriek.

Burning lust,
disappeared in her embrace,
then moving swiftly,
dripping blood from her long nails.

She was her daddy's girl, people say,
till she hit him with a gun.
No man could ever escape,
the trap of this woman.

Courage, don't be weak,
don't let your young heart loose.
She is waiting till the night birds call,
she has her sight on the whole town view.

Widows always weep,
the young is red meat,
when she kills all the sinners,
she is the bad woman.
When your daddy is cheap,
you ought to be weak,
but she is not a dying soul,
she is Bloodwoman.


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JACK THE RIPPER

The London fogs camouflage,
Conceals the gentlemen assassin,
Blending him in it's gray clock
Seamlessly, he walks along unnoticed
Unchecked.
Carefully choosing a mark, it dangles itself
Before him as raw meat in a butcher window.
Misfortune’s lost damsel presents 
A disgraceful example in her
Shabby clothes and broken English
Giving gentility manners no credit
To her own sex.
Hey love come here, I've got the cure,
For what ales ya.
The shadow man answers not?
In black gloves palm a silver
Coin lies, as pleasures payment.
Under dim lights dingy ambiance,
It falls unto the murky gutters street,
And is quickly snatched back.
Two figures move in sequences motion,
Into a darkened archway.
In the blackness of night let the dirty
Deed be done.
Metal's sharpened edge shimmers,
Crimson red it's a cheap price.
For a shy token for a misbegotten life.
As he relives his latest kill in his mind,
The devil's fiddle plays in eerie tune, 
A sweet lullaby of cautions awareness.
He lies waiting amongst you, desperation’s
Ladies of the evening.
Playful fellow is jack,  toying with
Human dolls. 
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, 
With silvers flash out comes
His knife so slick.
Rip, rip goes Jack the Ripper
Tick tock goes his pocket watch.
Beware to those whom dwell in
Histories bowels,
Searching for answers hidden
Deep within archival walls.
You may not like what you find their,
The beast known as
JACK THE RIPPER.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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The skaldic 2- death has an end

Their poetic justice *was blind
Resurrection's*arms reach for all Whosoever will*welcomes life to gain Love's bride*pain's end of harm no more at all * in awe section
Prose the penalty * for Death's end
beast prophet's false*satan the foe dragon devils*demons descend Lapping lake o'fire*burns to no end death hell grave dead*headlong tossed


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No More

No More

Feeling abrupt,
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
Away,
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.

-10/3/2013-


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Alone again

Alone again
as darkness falls,
And i'm no longer free
shadows imprisoning me
I'm no longer clean

I hear it now,blasting
intense deafening blows
Its coming in loud and clear
my heartbeat goes and goes

That dreaded buzz 
ringing in my ears
it has gotten louder
I wonder to myself
will it disappear

I just did a tiny line
Then it became two 
Before i knew it next
i was smoking  too.

Now finally at the top 
I am at step three 
loaded gun in hand
she is in my vein
feeling the warmth
down to my toes
I slowly board the train

There are no tickets
there is not a train
there are no bullets
Its really not a gun

it is a weapon
It is all the same
and this drug is killing me
And Crystal is to blame.


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The dead line

Better look to the lamb
and fall to your knees
for the Reaper
witnesses all that he sees
 
This fallen angel’s
made a career of evil
the father of sin
this black/red coated devil
 
He minds over death’s valley
With his hot road to Hell
and with determined temptation
will lure you with his spell
 
He’ll sit by your shoulder
and by ill thought word or deed
your conscience will torture
and your pained soul shall bleed
 
This masterful serpent
with fire of unknown origin
whose pit of raging flames
is the prize that you’ll win
 
So beware of the tongue
and do what is right
stay away from the darkness
and look only to the light


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Vampires

Transylvanian
Tourist guides show Vlad's castle.
Vampires are not real.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Demon Inside Me

I feel it stirring deep inside

Ready for it's chance to come alive

I try and try to get away

But it's hold on me I can not sway

I try to hold the demon deep inside

But it's ugly head I can not hide

I hope for some peace when I sleep 

But even there it haunts me

It's ripping and tearing my soul apart

I know one day it will stop my heart

It whispers in my ear

It tells me things that I fear

It's eating me slowly from inside

Just to laugh when I cry 

I can't chase the demon away

So I just sit and wait until the day I fade away......


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Confession

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.


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Fears Became My Phobia

The rush the energy that flowed within. 
It came through me like a sin. 
The wind wisped a quiet tone. 
Even though it had hardly blown. 
Once again my friend. 
All alone. 
But, are we true to it? 
Have you had enough of it? 
Heart beats picking up in pace. 
Dodging trees in some devilish race. 
But to where? 
But why? 
Should I have opened my eyes? 
Earlier in the night was fine. 
Not a drip of liquid gold to the ears. 
Not a sound for the world to hear. 
But now the growls. 
The intent to kill. 
The fear crept up and meant to fill. 
The soul from within. 
From the darkness it may begin. 
The fleeting of the hairs. 
From no care? 
From not a single worry in the world. 
To the stomach twirled. 
Has my mind played another trick on me? 
Or is there something I cannot see. 
Behind the veil of the dark he stood. 
Staring me down from under his hood. 
The man was grim. 
His smile had crept. 
With one swift motion he bent down and he swept. 
All of my fears came to reality. 
I saw you personally, full fledged brutality. 
Off came my arm, my life force wept. 
Blood spilled over the leaves below. 
That ringing kept me sane, Shooting up to look out the window. 
Still dark. 
Just a dream. 
Once again my friend.


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Evil's Reward

Osama  bin Laden, vile hated man
cause of sheer terror and inhumane death,
as  payment for devising evil plan,
lost the right  his wicked life be saveth.
He had been judged too evil to have breath.
May no more monsters arise in his place.
There is no room for them in human race.




Details | Quatrain | |

The St Bartholomew's Day Massacre

Oh bloody and evil Catherine de Medici. The queen has acted impetuously. Thousands have died because of her demands. Witness her red bloodstained hands. A wedding is a time of joy and jubilation. Instead, there is death and devastation. She thought the Huguenots would seek retaliation. It started with an attempted assassination. An attempt was made on Admiral Gaspard de Coligny. He led the Huguenot protestant party. Catherine took some Machiavellian action. She wanted to eradicate this rebellious faction. There had been widespread death throughout the land before. Peace brought an end to civil war. Margaret de Valois had married Henry of Navarre. Once again, hostility permeated the air. Killing spread from Paris to the countryside. In just a few months, thousands had died. No bloodier episode had ever been seen. The culpable party was the evil queen. I thank Wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.


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Saddam

Saddam.


You have no place to run to 
Your game is over now
You have played an evil role indeed
But it’s over anyhow
They say your days are numbered
 And that judgment day is here
 What does it feel like, bold Saddam
To feel this ice cold fear? 

The world has deemed to get you 
Your disposal has been planned
As the fear of you it dissipates 
You have no more command
So many though have suffered 
And many too have died
And now the wheel keeps turning round
And death walks by your side

You’re just a man 
Oh cruel Saddam
You bleed and die just like the rest of us
And now Saddam 
Your soul is damned
It’s been strangled by that power for which you lust

For all that you have lusted for 
You threw away your Soul                                                                                          The Devil filled you deep within 
And you played an evil role.
Now the hordes are out to get you
And fear it dog’s your tread
Saddam, you’re damned you evil man
And soon you will be dead.


                                                 


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Macabre Mistro

I've got a secret it's long and sharp.
It whispers nasty secrets in the dark.
Come lay with me I'll sing you a lullabye
I promise to be gentle just please don't cry
Your body my canvas, you humble me with awe,
My trusty tool will gladly bleed you raw.

Sshh, the gag will only chaffe your sweet lips,
OOh the release as the knife begins to slip
rapture so intense as I caress your skin,
like butter the knife just slips right in.
I can see the terror shadowing such lovely eyes,
with lustful intent I'll covet my captive prize . 

Isn't it lovely how the blood slides down the tip?
With that tantalizing wait before every drip
Your eyes still wet, why are you sad?
This game is fun, you should be so glad.
Oh precious little thing there's no need to weep
Happy dreams you'll find in everlasting sleep.

Dont you believe in heaven my dear?
No? Then it's to hell for you I fear.
Well, you should be grateful for preparing you
For the many things the Devil will put you through
I can't promise you that this will be humane
I can however promise, you'll feel a lot of pain

Oh I can taste the surrender it's such sweet bliss,
as I savor the blood from a gentle little kiss
I just don't see how you can't feel it too,
Divine splendor as the knife touches you.
There's so much beauty in the enormous pain,
it brings me sweet joy, while driving you insane.

No one understands how perfect my love can be
Ill cut off your eyelids maybe that will make you see
The red webbed patterns make my heart swell
Your dark crimson tears suit you so well
How can such beauty exist on a canvas so insignificant?
A last transition from life to death its so magnificent!

Such cold fickle splendor you shall find in death,
Yet you still have the power to take away my breath.
This blade shall scour your bones and make it all better,
In the end you're no less an instrument of my pleasure.
How rare for someone to feel my sincere affection,
You must be so honored to join my collection.

In all this it always seems so unfair,
that each and every time I get an empty stare.
I've only tried to love you with my trusty blade,
trying to be gently with all the love we made.
You're like all the others that leave me in the end,
The urge so strong to show my love again.

All this so fleeting I want to make it last,
I see I got your attention with your soft gasp.
There's not much time left its time to begin,
Your fears show their excitement by your trembling chin.
Do not worry pretty thing the pain lasts just a while,
I'll be so happy after I make your throat smile.




*collab with friend from another site*


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why god why

What if their is a god
if so where is he?
why do bad things happen 
especially when it happens to me
What did i do to deserve this?
when he makes my loved ones lifeless
What made him choose me
for all the times iv asked of we
why do the good ones die
none of this feels right
It happens to the best of people
all the ones who do no evil
how can this all be fairly 
when he gives them there wings early


Details | Rispetto | |

Red Eyed Skeleton

The front seat of my car lies a skeleton Sitting there waiting on me to come inside Red glowing eyes looking like a fire beacon He laughed at me when I saw him, I sure cried All around the car are jack-o-lantern heads So very evil they are the dark undead Powers of these pumpkins brought alive these bones Waiting on me to come, fearfully alone
Russell Sivey


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Devil in the Desert

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.


Details | Limerick | |

Sin

Such food made the people go crazy.
Their hearts Fill'd with lust all got hazy
In bad stuff they were in
Many died cuz of sin
And were lost for'ver and that's crazy!


Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2014


September 8,2014



Details | Rhyme | |

Repeat

This is a collaboration I had been working on with a friend a while back. We might change the title. Her name is Rebecca Larkin. She started the poem with the first line and from there we switched back and forth. Wrote it at the beginning of the year sometime; forgot to date it, oops! Anyway, enjoy! ------------------------------------ Like dust in the wind, we are doomed to repeat ourselves Mingling past with present, we collect on the grimy shelves Of past’s hard keep, falling on repeat We gain from the pain and strange bittersweet Taking in the reality-split dreams The etching pangs of truth bursting at the seams With every glistening drop of clarity We engorge on the reliefs of now—a rarity Thoughts pool in a sludge of black, gleaming like oiled silk Denials spread like fires; saturated, we bilk Pain and tragedy strike their resonating, dissonant chords A darkness and sadness we can only desperately afford Pain. . .strife. . .repetitious like a swinging pendulum Achingly perfected rhythms gainst the beating death drum Slivers of silvery hope shine through darkened clouds Only to be covered again in menacing, smoky shrouds Faith is left dying in a pit of despair As the rest of emotion looms helpless in the air. . . Nothing seems fulfilling anymore The replay button fools my mind and cuts me to the core Round and round it goes again like the jagged tick of a clock Striving for purpose—screaming for love to find the lock But only silence escapes, beneath the skin torn lips- nothing remains The aftermath of quietude aches, scraping against endless pains hope falls away into a deplorable state; waiting—hoping—for resurrection And the painful power of truth is forced to gaze at its reflection Questioning whatever has happened to faith and belief? And why are the cliffs of sorrow so steep? Like settling dust we merge our present with the past Leaving the future on the shelf—too empty—too vast Squandering the sand of time with nothing left, nothing left


Details | Lyric | |

DEAD OF NIGHT

      MY DEAD OF NIGHT
I should tell you a lie, 
it's a bad dream you're living,
but reality is knowing what you are,
you could ride on the wind,
but it won't take you very far.

I would show you the light,
it's a black candle burning,
and the hottest part is knowing what you are,
you could run from the dark,
but you will never get too far.

I could sing you to sleep,
through your lifetime of dying,
but reality is knowing what you are,
you could cry through the night,
but it won't get you very far.

You're the page I turn.
The love I need.
As candles burn,
you're the life I read.

You're my dead of night,
my candle bright,
my only love,
my dead of night.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


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A Damnation

Here I behold my shadow, 
And it stares back at my horror
Giggling up at my very cold soul-
I seize fright, I take flight

There I peep through the mirror, 
And panic at the radial terror
The eyes, the wrinkles, the color-
Where is death; there should be no morrow!

Before me lies my photo,
once discarded afar from aversion
How did it return to my parlor?
Who pierced its eyes, X-ed the forehead?

Then I behold my Cadaver
In the red casket, sweat on its brow-
What crime soils my hands?
Is there no peace even in Death?

In disgust I turn away-to flee
But - the toll of bells - hollow knells-
Then from behind echoes a hoarse shriek

I recoil to behold that cold cadaver
Stagger from its doomed red casket
and with its mouldy hand, blackened by damnation,
Reach for my poor soul
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!


Details | Ballad | |

Ode rise of poetry death of the owl king part 2

Have no fellowship with unfruitful dark                                                                         black moors cold zephyr for now truth does spark                                                            a fire within the heart run far black dogs                                                                       truth defeats feeds seething flesh to the hogs                                                               Lord punishes high ones coven’s of death                                                                        trumpet of God host angels with one breath                                                                    though they all gather for the last battle                                                                       shiver satan for your own death rattles                                                                             it will not stand serpents cast into fire                                                                        Liars bewitch death’s end a molten mire                                                                           So beware their snares the child only sleeps                                                                     those who mutter and peep your sorceries keep                                                               as for me I know you have no keys so cry                                                                      my King cometh God’s Word upon his thigh           -     Based upon Erlking, Der Erlkönig and his supernatural death


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On the banks of the River Sticks

On the banks of the River Sticks
I stand and stare 
With my skin so open and bare
In a line formed of lost time
I stand on the banks of the River Sticks
Wondering why the fog is now so thick
Reaching closer the hand of death 
And feeling his cold harsh killing breath
On the banks of the River Sticks
Lined up in rows of six
Crossing over to the other side
No place to run or hide
Hope to god he spares you skin 
But only if you did not sin
On the banks of the River Sticks
All eternity feeling sick
My body sleeps forever to come
But my soul is crushed by death’s strong thumb
On the banks of the river sticks


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The Gift of Food Sack


A gift of survival bag with goods and food
Thanks to the God you offered to my hand 
In the competitive queue I came forward
I was registered, when the name is called

Nobody knows but somebody knows 
That all are poor and world in refugees
Mixed colors and different tongues are noised
While all are paying attention to each of names

Men women indifferent and some with kids
Hope of interests is something hidden smiles 
Trying to overtake before the time comes
But the frame of church flexible rule shows

With my bag and my friend I came out
He reminded me that I did not find out
Variety of food we carefully sorted out
Expiry dates elapsed and  I was going out

In a day or two, if I will not finish
Nothing will happen I know its truth
I ate for the day as much as fresh
Thank to the God that it is the truth

While ships of foods are being destroyed into the sea
Uncountable lives suffer and die no meal for a day
No one knows one side of the world of sea
Sinking soul of humanity dwindles every day

What the God can do, the God does as much as
Changes the time and diverts the way he wishes
Until the products are passed away in markets
It’s out of the rule and ethics no power for Gods

I felt a self pity when my belly was full out
Thank to the god of justice shows out
Nausea for one is a hunger for the other
Balance of bridge is the survival of mother  

Udaya R. Tennakoon







Details | Free verse | |

Apocalypse Now

Death and destruction plagues my land ,
Humanity has fallen , into the reaper's hands,
All light on earth vanished in almost an instant,
The will of man robbed , hope purged in a single moment,

Evil dances with chaos amidst man's suffering,
The devil's spawns torment and maim the living,
Allowing mankind no opportunity for healing,
For the dreaded apocalypse is here ,
Soldiers with blackened souls spread fear,
Their wills dominate , and all who oppose fall to their spears

Desolation has claimed all in its path,
The beast rejoices the end of humanity with a piercing laugh,
Champions of Light lie defeated and fallen, 
Their minds engulfed with despair as darkness claims their souls,
As the apocalypse concludes its hellish campaign,
No sounds of life are heard , let darkness reign.


Details | I do not know? | |

Murder your drear

Such disrespect 
has plagued my home. 
I was treated 
Like a toothless comb. 
Brother has told me 
I am not a man, 
But I walked away 
Before anything began. 

He laughed and laughed 
While I hung my head, 
So I turned around 
To fight him instead. 
I took a shot 
At his evil smile. 
He moved. I missed 
By near a mile. 
More laughing 
As he threw me down 
& stomped my face 
Into the ground. 

A funny feeling 
Grew in my heart, 
Like fungus in darkness. 
I fell apart. 

Something inside 
Has gone berserk. 
This funny feeling 
Forced a smirk. 
I found joy 
In hitting him back. 
I began to laugh 
With each attack. 

Then I took him 
By his throat, 
Putting an end 
To how he'd gloat. 
I took his knife 
& swung it near. 
I made the blade 
Disappear. 

Playing peek-a-boo 
Was never so fun. 
He shouldn't breathe. 
He couldn't run. 

My kind kin, 
Freedom is near. 
Only my sin 
May murder your drear.


Details | Rhyme | |

Minnis Downhome Pharmacy

Four shootings took place just five minutes after I left Minnis Downhome Pharmacy.
If I had been there for another five minutes, one of the victims would've been me.
Two of the victims were killed and two are still alive.
I hope and pray that those two ladies survive.

Jason Bryan Holt was the one who caused the devastation.
He was apprehended before he could even leave Bean Station.
This proves that the world is lost because the killer was a former cop.
It's very sad and tragic that these senseless shootings couldn't be stopped.

He shot them after stealing a lot of Oxycontin.
These shootings were both terrifying and rotten.
These poor people are in my prayers.
I hope that the killer gets the chair.

(Dedicated to Stephen Lovell, Richard Sommerville, Alexia Wilson and Janet Clift who were shot on May 23, 2013.)


Details | Free verse | |

The Black Abyss

Sinking in deeper,
No way to escape,
The dark and scary Reaper,
Fore told in the Book of Life.

Is this my end?
Will I ever see the light of day again?
No. My wounds, I must mend.
I must find my strength.

Stand my ground,
Face my fears.
Only then will my voice be found
I must survive.

Break the suffocating chains,
Run from the darkness.
Power will fill my veins.
I will Fight!

Fight the painful names,
The horrid memories,
The demented games 
And escape My Black Abyss.


Details | Free verse | |

Remain

Stillness in the night
Silhouettes of Zulu’s
Move along the ridgeline
Monkey’s howl
And men cry
The darkness has no friends
Evil specter of death
In the banana trees
Fruit bats on the wing
Sweating in this jungle
I have but one goal
Remain
Lock and load
Weapons
In the hands
Of teens
Machetes 
Teeth
Cut limbs
From torso’s
Lying on the cracked
Jungle floor
Seeping loneliness
Into the heart
Of darkness
That bears no witness
To the soul


Details | Sonnet | |

Woman in a Graveyard

The lonely woman walks through the graveyard She feels like she’s within a crazy ward Skeletons rise, frighten her completely She thinks she chose her way incorrectly Zombies come to her looking for fresh food She fears this event is not looking good She hears dark noises coming from the sky Then she sees witches flying way up high Just before the skeletons grab her neck She screams at all the ghosts that call and beck They converge at once to tear her apart Just orange is what she sees at this part Pain envelopes her as she finds her soul It’s ripped out of her, she now sees their goal
Russell Sivey


Details | Ballad | |

Ode rise of poetry death of the owl king part 1

Never make deals with devils or run from them                                                               fight tooth and nail strike the root kill the stem                                                              who rides Dark wooden trails poet’s wild hunt                                                           crossing paths light shatter the cold front                                                                        riding a goat, great red beard with goat's hooves                                                          evil’s king many cloven slippers behooves                                                                      storm of lies hold truth as bosom’s bride                                                                        showing as angel of light but death hides                                                               Beneath the willows of time in alder realms                                                                dark past under the flowering wicker’s elm                                                                    night rituals try to reclaim what is not theirs                                                              hounds run devil-may-care Harlequins dare                                                                   krampus jolly olé nick Binding birch whip                                                                       eight legged lies bloody tongue does drip                                                                        *                                                                   -  based upon Erlking, Der Erlkönig and his supernatural death 


Details | I do not know? | |

It Happened

I hated myself.
I hate myself 
I am hating myself.
Torture.
Is what I do to myself at 2:33am when I'm thinking about how much of a waste I've become, am becoming and how I think, think about how no difference will be made if I was not here. Walking, talking, eating, breathing, living. 
Just take it all away - it turns me upside down, inside out when I can't stop those wheels from turning in my head; they never stop - like some unstoppable tape record playing in my head- over and over and over again.
I don't sleep to good.
Maybe it's the way I say your name at that present moment in time and my mind automatically swells with 
Nostalgia.
Or maybe it's the way I always think of your pretty big eyes that are the perfect shade of brown in the midst of my sorrows. 
We once shared those. 
But now they're just unequally balanced upon my shoulders, wreaking havoc in the last of the ruins that have been provided.
Oh look what I've gone and done.
I wanted to be alone not lonely. 
I hate myself for what I have done to myself
Sadness is what I have become,
Consumed me in a way that is not visible to the naked eye- so only I can see.
It hits me at any given time of day - it slams against the mental capacity I have for the self loathing I have assimilated throughout my tiresome life.
All the self regret and self deprecation that has surfed through my mind during those lonely nights I laid there motionless and bitter have finally come and took over. 
My mind, body and soul.
My troublesome inner demons taunt me. We are no longer shy acquaintances, we are the best of friends who spend each passing hour of the day together. 
I don't want to live this way. Nor do I want to die this way, I'm entitled to spend the days of my life as openly and freely as I please but I still have sinking feeling - this clawing sensation, drawing me back to my sadness. Like a heroin junkie high as a kite - I'm addicted. And I don't know how. I'm addicted to my sadness and there's no cure for that.
I have to go now.
I have to cease this sharp self afflicted pain,
With the only way I know best.
There is a saying that says,
Destroy Anything That Destroys You
So I did. 


Details | Free verse | |

Vengeance is Mine

Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord 
A statement I'm sure we've all heard at one time 
Also a very tough one to deal with 
Vengeance is not ours according to the Bible 
It's left to faith 
It's left to the belief that the horrific crimes of others will be dealt with 
I, myself have a hard time with it 
I have no choice but to follow it 
Even if I don't agree with it 
I would like to believe that evil will be dealt with 
Or is currently being dealt with on some spiritual level 
I would feel better If I knew the outcome of the vengeance 
If I could see the result 
See the "check" being paid as it were 
I am having trouble not seeing murderers get what is coming to them 
I can live without killing them
I can deal with them being locked up for life 
But I want something more than that...........................
Say..........
Hard labor?
Daily torture?
Public caning?
Castration?
All of the above?
Prison is no longer a viable deterrent for the horrific crimes that occur 
Every year we as a species seem to find new and more grisly ways to murder each other 
What will this year bring?
What will be this year’s most shocking death? 
And who will bring it?
The kids?
They seem to be the latest thing in absolute shocking carnage 
Or maybe this will be the year of the female 
They have been lacking in the body count of 2009 
Maybe this will be their year 
I wonder 
Do you even really care?
Thou shalt not kill 
It seems that statement has fallen upon deaf ears for quite a long time 
You know.............
If we as a people didn't have religion 
Evil wouldn't stand a chance 
The sense of right and wrong 
Would destroy the evil of man without a thought 
If you knew you could destroy an evil person and not pay religious consequences would you?
Of course you would 
As most of us would 
There is no remorse for doing good deeds 
And taking vengeance upon evil 
Is noble and just 
But the rules of religion say we must not 
The rules say we must rise above it 
And trust it will be dealt with 
Keeping the faith it will be done 
To try and hold this commitment 
Is in itself God like 
Which is why most of us fail 
And fail miserably 
We want vengeance 
We want their death 
We want them to feel our pain 
Our suffering 
Our loss 
Our sorrow 
Our anger 
Our hatred 
Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord 
And it is because of this statement 
That we have faith 


Eric (and sometimes not) 



Details | Free verse | |

Demons On A Star

If I place the demons on a star,
And watch how faint their shimmers are,
The lines connecting, one through five,
Should make my dead friends come alive


Details | Free verse | |

The Tidal Wave

The Tidal Wave

I saw a tidal wave come in,
Raging winds and fierce water
Rushed,
Took the houses, cars, trees,
Street signs, park benches,
Pictures of loved ones
(Poor baby Louie, 3 years old washed away)
And along with all the power
It tore my heart out of my cage
And swept it out to the 
Endless seas,
And the great white sharks
Have their way with my heart.

Now bleeding and dying,
Pain follows me,
And I close my eyes,
And wish it all to be done.
Pray for me, I want pain no more.
See tears fall from the corners of my eyes,
As I breathe in and feel no heartbeat.
And they all look at me,
Faces of nomads and they snicker
At me,
I hang my head and cry tears,
But the tears were washed
Away in the tidal wave,
So I sit there,
Eyes closed
And I sleep the night away.

-10/2/2013-


Details | Free verse | |

My Sweet Sins

                             The rank smell of Death, Still in the air
                               Hate evermore has formed my fate.
                       These tendrils like knives, cut open my heart, 
                           Now I cut Them, and my Demons I ate.
                   I wipe the face that's no longer mine, yet evil remains.
             I will never be saved, for I killed Them, committing unforgivable sin.
             They killed me in a way that remains, Oh Their pain tasted sweet,
                                    Like forgiveness and love.
                      I've tried Them all, and They all tasted sweet.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Beast

Rage is in me it's alive
It's like a beast tearing from inside
The beast is me it's time to die
I am fighting to survive
The beast haunts me in my dreams it's in the shadows taunting me
He is tearing me apart it has hollowed out my heart
My voice is screaming in my head it does no good for I soon will be dead
Vengeance is tasteful it raises it's head
It's eyes are yellow and full of the dead
I am falling and there is no end
The time now has come for me to part
It has ripped out my lonely heart
Down and down and down I go at least i got to keep my soul....


Details | Free verse | |

Fate

Winter never surrenders,
It ploughs through the soul
And freezes the people.
For all time its fierce fangs
Inject bitter venom 
Into its victims.
Some fall prey of a sudden
Trapped beneath the surface 
Of the ice. Others fall asleep,
Unable to fight any longer.
Still some brave the bite 
For the sake of others
In order to help them
Safely return to spring.
Spring endures, 
But winter conquers, 
Such is life they say, 
Though they wish
It differently.


Details | Rispetto | |

Cemetery Ritual

On an eerie and foggy Halloween night A couple enters a dark graveyard with fear Hearing noises of a ritual tonight Knowing that demons and skeletons are near A sacrifice of a virgin is their goal The demons hearts are really black as coal Raising the fierce zombies up, they do attack The couple turns and runs never to look back
Russell Sivey, Form: Rispetto
The eerie fog is even denser now; Our couple wander, praying to get home, But find themselves inside a wizard’s lair; He’s chanting from a heavy, dusty tome. He raises rotting corpses, smelling foul; They grab the couple, bite and tear to kill; Our heroes die, then hear the wizard‘s voice, And rise to serve him too, against their will.
Jack Horne, Form: Rhyming verse Contest: New Contest Team Work Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton 9/1/2013


Details | Free verse | |

THE VOICES OF SALEM

Through the whispering pines,
Down the rolling hills,
Beneath the moons illumination,
Hear them calling, the voices of Salem.
From the cold ground, vengeance’s spirits,
Seek justices revenge.
Innocent blood, beseeching the truths,
Knowledge to be told.
Whom are their judges, honest man,
Nay corruptions greedy thieves.
Land mongers, mongrels seeking
To feast upon the down trontan, and poor.
Witches are they, marked by the devils
Own imprint of evil.
Yet in reality simple farming  folk, toiling for
A better life, caught in a webbing of deceits lies.
Be accursed generations whom with hold,
What was done unto them.
For God's wrath shall be swift and without
Mercy.
In the winters solstice, as the season of death
Takes center stage.
Unmarked tomb stones lie disturbed, by
Ghostly images, cryin out for their atonement's
Liberation.
Ancestral names held on bondage’s list,
Without resolutions resolve.
The innocent retain the stains
Of legacy’s branding mark.
The shackles of history, hold these
 Spirits hostage,
Release these souls, dearest lord, most high,
Let the honest know freedoms cleansing air.
Write the wrongs done unto them, 
Let the voices of Salem be silent at last.
To rest in peace forever, along side their
Beloved kindred.
In the sacred earth of their mother church,
With blessings words spoken ever so softly,
Over them.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN



 

 


 


Details | I do not know? | |

Death

The cries in the night as you shed your tears, 
Nobody to console and hear your fears, 
The nightmares as the take control, 
Now I shall show you my other face,
Let the nightmares take your peace,
Let the damnation steal your joy,
There is nothing left for you
There was never anything here for you
Death is a note, thats beauty is black,
As the fire inside let it burn you alive,
Death is friend that will take your pain, 
Let your pain fester, and infect,
Do what you wish before I interject,
Death is brother who needs your love,
The Funeral Pyres burn your soul.
Welcome to world where damnation reigns,
We all will die someday,
And Death will one day rule us all, its inevitable why try to hide,
Never to be loved to never to love, Death is a note,
A note that rules you


Details | Rhyme | |

Curse of a Princess

Fairytales,
and butterflies,
in this story,
we begin with lies,
promises,
we never kept,
I should have held on tighter,
when you wept,
small mistakes,
on both our parts,
added up,
to shred our hearts,
creeping shadows,
behind the flowers,
in what we thought,
were our finest hours,
talking grass,
crystal snow,
in our lie of love,
a hidden foe,
the evil witch,
her claws aimed to kill,
t'was she who pushed you,
down the hill,
a broken crown,
a forgotten well,
to live without you,
was her spell,
an evil curse,
she cast in spite,
although we loved, 
with all our might,
kept apart,
by what was said,
in regret,
our hearts bled,
watch from afar,
speak in vein,
a curse taken course,
inflicted pain,
and so it began,
with love and lies,
our fairytale ends,
and we both die...


Details | Sonnet | |

THIS FEAR

LORD! We will be blessed with a heaven,
Where fountains of milk and honey will run!
Where no pain and tears will darken!
Where on desire, everything will be won!
Only around pleasure and beauty, but fear none!
Forever on, will dwell there immortally, yes unforgotten!
O Lord, but, I should adore this framed heaven,
These captive minds overlook a blessing; it’s a notion,                  
Ah this another life will free the soul from this dreading ocean, 
Where Fright of loss of a beloved won’t haunt me like a demon,
Where night won’t terrorize my soul of any misfortune,
Oh yes there would my soul rest with no fear frozen,
Will wear a smile when this disquieting concern will be abandon,
I say only this peace of heaven will make my heaven …heaven


Details | Rhyme | |

Michael Brown

His name was Brown, his face was black
he walked alone outside his shack
a siren sang across the track
and signaled clear the next attack.

A man in blue, a crackerjack,
took aim and made the evening crack -
yes, just another maniac -
the bullet holes mark Michael's back.


Details | Free verse | |

la la la's just killing me

about who does or not does in literature
we meet so many dogs
barking dogs
biting dogs
all kinds of dogs
some with pedigree and those collars
with shiny medallions
or stray dogs for which
leash is their salvation
and their freedom has the effect of a yelping…
for whom saw Hitchhiker's Guide intergalactic
they know
rezistance is useless!
for others it can be a mouse literature.
white one 
sitting quietly in the closet
and nibbling on paper shelves.
what's behind the paper does not matter
it could be a trap
and literature not possibly be a rat
no!?

I do not know what is about with all the literature lately
But sure it's not the girl in the fourth grade
that girl who runs and
her panties always fall
or her teacher's fault?

finally
 [I pray]
rezistance is useless
could be hell on earth


Details | Imagism | |

The Knight

Fire and smoke, and ashes of black.

The tale only told,

On a white marble plaque.



Destruction, distraughtion, never foretold.

Til this day, by a knight,

So brave, and so bold.



A camp, set a light, and burnt to the ground,

By an evil, so dark,

Set homeward bound.



They met on a Friday, and agreed to a fight.

Both ready, and armed,

It would start at midnight.



Stood in a circle, that was drawn on the floor.

Facing each other,

Audience cheering for gore.



A bang of the gong, and the battle began.

The knight gave one hit,

And the evil man ran.



Archers took aim, and fired their load.

The knight turned away,

And into the sunset, he rode.



Now I ask you, dear princess, can I be your prince?

Don’t you see, I’m the knight,

Have been ever since.


Details | ABC | |

i dont know about you

this is for all the DECENT ladies out there...
i dont know about you, but im sick of being second choice to skeezy women
i dont know about you, but when i have a boyfriend i just get sick of livin
i dont know about you, but i know about me
and this girl here,shes sick of the pleas
sick of the bullshit, sick of the crap
sick of all the "friends" who talk behind my back
sick of it all, sick of everything
and with this feeling, positive im supposed to bring?
im sick of being told "its my outlook on life"
youre so negative, you make your own strife
i dont know about you, but its not MY atatood
it all the ugliness in this sick twisted world
and i dont know about you, but im fed up
i dont about you but i give up
i dont know about you, but im done feeling the way i do
and i dont know about you, but then again i think i do
you pick yourself apart, about all your flaws
and when they cheat and lie, it just instills that further,its a law
i dont know about you, but i think i do
you're the girl, much like myself
with a good heart and a bad sense of health
build us up, tear us down
i dont know about you, but i really think i am going crazy
i dont know about you, but i think theyre all lazy
too lazy to try, too lazy to care
too lazy to give a shit, but the energy shows up when in satans lair
no more loyalty, to get kicked in the teeth
no more "friends" who just make you weep
no more crap, and no more forgiving
no more forgetting and NO MORE RE LIVING.
im not settling, i have enough of "so-so" to last my whole life
and i dont know about you girls, but it ends tonight.
we stop picking ourselves apart, we stop blaming ourselves
we stop thinking our little "flaws" ar why they did this
when its about someone else
its about them, the people they choose to be around
and quite frankly, before id be around THEM id be buried in the ground.
alive.
yes i hate them that much
and i dont know about you, but i have had enough
i wont blame myself, when skeezy outdoes classy
i wont blame myself for the hilariously tacky
things i see, on a daily basis
and i dont know about you
but i too, can fake it.
see its harder for me,to be mean like you all are
im not built that way, and being mean hurts my heart
so no i cant do the revenge thing
but what i can do is protect myself again
i dont know about you, but its long overdue
i DO know about you...because i AM you.
you are not alone.


Details | Narrative | |

The Locklears Chapter Three

"What do we have here" reaching her arm 
out in the motion of a snake Linda became 
sexually aroused.
"We have a hammer, scalpel, acid, nail gun, and and 
an ice pick".  Linda's voice was
filled with excitement.  Pissing himself 
their victim began to cry.  "Linda this 
is your victim so you have to inflict the 
first wound".  Responding to Rusty's 
words 
Linda picked up the nail gun.  "Linda you 
don't have to do this, I have kids that I 
provide
for, My name is Timothy Yates, I have 
a wife".  Linda silenced Timothy with a 
swift kick 
to his testicles.  "Look Rusty it actually 
think we care about it's pathetic little 
life".  
Placing the muzzle of the nail gun on 
Timothy's foot Linda pulled the trigger.  
Firing a 
hard sharp nail into Timothy's foot.  Blood 
squirted into the air.  "AAARRRGGHH 
LINDA PLEASE
STOP!"  Timothy's screams and begging for 
his life only made Linda even more excited 
and 
hornier.  Walking over to Rusty kissing 
him on the lips sliding her tongue in his 
mouth.  
"It's your turn baby".  Handing Rusty the 
nail gun Linda stepped back and shoved 
her hands
in her pants.  Walking over to Timothy 
Rusty began to beat Timothy in the face 
with the nail
gun.  The more Rusty beat Timothy in the
face with the nail gun the harder Linda 
masturbated.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The 
Green Poet aka Red Seven


Details | Light Poetry | |

Tied to the Train Tacks

Tell me that you think I'm Special,
While I'm hog-tied to the trestles
As I await the train to crush my pain-
Too many Demons have I wrestled!


Details | I do not know? | |

ominous dark

I was standing in my precipice of loneliness
A look at the bottom 
My soul was shaking totally
Risk of falling
The risk of death
Risk of lack
I was confused
I was filled with conflicting emotions
But your picture at the  Beach Waves said angrily:don't afraid...do not be timid...be brave..i am yours.
I was doubtful
But something in my heart threw me down.a ominous dark thing.			
I've crashed(fallen) a long time and went down deeply to the sea...while i've seen you On the precipice laughing me and me in the sea crying with your picture in the waves...
and a ominous dark thing...you hairs...your pupil threw me down...you killed me...Cruel!
Cruel!
Cruel!
Cruel!
You killed me.
And i was crushed in the Controversy of the waves and  the rocks.
I was broken in myself


Details | Rhyme | |

Midnight Murder

Murder will approach in the midnight
Death watches the scene with spite
a dark shade runs over the walls
towards a woman who stands in the hall
she barely has a chance to scream
before a bloodbath fills the scene
then the shadow walks away
crimson trailing in it's path
and in the darkness you hear the sound
of a shrill cackling laugh
Death then picks up his sythe
Gets ready to reap the soul
unseen in the darkness
hidden as a whole
Murder has approached in the midnight
Death collected his toll
Of the unknowing victom
whom he has reaped of a soul


Details | Free verse | |

Reality: Shadows Surrounding Humanity

I have stopped dreaming about the dilapidating person,
And began to open the vital eyes of the forlorn reality,
Yet, if you observe the time’s dimension in milliseconds
Then you would realise the existence of dark shadows,
Lurking to fish ancient chaste villages for Today’s Special*,
Headlines switching from the wasteland to the desert,
As if a show screening for the mindless masses of meat**,
No sense of life!
And copious shadows still hunt puppets out of souls.

I have stopped dreaming about the pristine person
As I observed the wilderness in the city of Deer AlZoor,
Smiles did flourish in the small villages along the river,
Until the putrid puppets placed their powerful*** hands
On the soon-to-disappear persons of joy and glory,
The puppet’s contaminated minds removing all hope,
A move towards ethnic cleansing was just the start,
No sense of life!
And the shadows plan on barricading the city of Dar’a.


Sunday, 28th of September 2014

* metaphor for trying to find new ways to kill people
** consonance alliteration 'm' and meat is a metaphor for persons
*** consonance alliteration 'p'

and there are many more :P


Details | Pantoum | |

Because evil lies before us

Because evil lies before us
Death is near
Good is running away
Evil is mankind and good is the superior being
Death is near
Life is absent
Evil is mankind and good is the superior being
But why does he run?
Life is absent
Good is running away
But why does he run?
Because evil lies before us


Details | Free verse | |

Whispers of Anubis

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.......


Details | Rhyme | |

Bonnie and Clyde

They were bank robbers and their names were Bonnie and Clyde.
They robbed banks in six states until 1934 when they both died.
In addition to robbing banks, they also robbed stores and service stations.
They killed thirteen people, they were dangerous and caused devastation.
In 1933 the dangerous duo teamed up with Clyde's Sister-In-Law and her husband, Buck.
Clyde's brother was killed four months later and Bonnie and Clyde soon ran out of luck.
The next year they were driving on a road in Louisiana and they didn't know they were in danger.
They were ambushed and killed by a posse that was lead by a Texas Ranger.
The posse fired one hundred and sixty-seven rounds and Bonnie and Clyde were hit fifty times.
They were deadly murderers and thieves but they ended up paying for their dastardly crimes.

(This is a true story about Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker who were killed on May 23, 1934.)


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They Say

They say it did not happen 
That we did not really see 
The horror's and the sadness
That the Holocaust would be 
They say it's just not true 
That there was never any plan
To kill every boy and girl, woman and Jewish man
They say they were simply, casualties of a violent war 
But the proof is there for us to see 
In what they had in store 
There are pictures of the death camps 
Of the survivors thin and pale 
Of the ovens that were fired 
And the smell of death so stale 
In the mass graves that littered the land 
In the experiments that they documented so freely 
In the letters from loved ones, long gone 
In the asset's seized 
And to the victor went the spoils 
As the Jewish people died, staved and toiled 
In the concentration camps 
With names we should always keep in mind
Auschwitz
Belzec
Bergen-Belsen 
Buchanwald 
Chelmno 
Dachau 
Flossenburg 
Majdanek 
Mauthausen and Gusen 
Ravesbruk 
Sachsenhausen 
Sobibor 
and Treblinka 
Like letters of the alphabet 
Should be stored in memory for all time 
Yes, they try to say it was not real 
That it was all a lie 
That six million Jewish people did not really die 
But the simple truth lies waiting for the world to find 
So remember our history 
Pass it down your family line 
Our children now so far removed from these tragic times
Need to have reminders
To ensure that they don't develop blinders 
To the evil that filled the land 
And of the dictator Hitler with all his mass destruction plans
Yes, it did happen 
No matter what they do or say 
History can never be erased 
As long as we remember it that way 
So for all the lives and families that the Holocaust destroyed 
We must continue to remember the suffering and the pain 
So we can be prepared should such evil call on us again 
Lest we forget 
And others will die 
As evil is the only thing that could tell such a lie!


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Black Evil Pumpkins

Three pumpkins, just sitting there, are lit up Seemingly harmless to many children But far from the happy pumpkins they seem The pumpkins take more than what is given These black evil pumpkins stay on porches Looking quite innocent with their calm eyes But deep inside are the souls of witches Awaiting children that come in disguise Then with her spells she converts them to frogs And in the process steals their souls this way Laughing can be heard inside the pumpkins Striking fear into all the frogs that run away Many children are lost in the pumpkins Remaining tortured souls of the old witch Her dark power grows with each soul she takes Again Halloween goes without a hitch
Russell Sivey


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Chaos Mind

Centuries of lies, a hollow myth
Perpetuated by charlatans with great ceremony
The Greatest Show, the living bread
The crowd sustained and animated by necromancy
The will is fused, the body dismembered and reassembled
Eager dehumanization, they tread the path
An ancient instinct, hereditary chains
Lift the chalice, a cannibal rite
Commit the body to the fires
They burn all sin to purest white
Like bones they glisten in the sun

The heart is woman, a harlot's course
Chaos bound to ritual law
A book to strangle, the human vine
Withered fruit, none shall eat
A brittle parody of True God's design
The Word of sufferance, spread like plague
Prostrated before your False God
An empty gesture before his impassive gaze
Power channels, below the surface
Christian mind cannot detect
Stabbing empty, fever pitch
Turn the blade, release is now.


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Prey

As daylight gives way
to the darkness of night, 
the immortal one
comes out to play.

A shadowed figure
gloomy and sinister,
slowly nears
it’s chosen prey.

Huddled in cloak
with hands outstretched,
a pale blood drinker
ready to snatch.

Victim’s cries muffled
by one bony hand,
as fangs descend 
onto a delicate neck.

Seeking the vein
which gifts it with life.
Intimately held
in place,
as victim struggles
against a nightly predator.

Piercing warm skin, 
with vampire eyes 
dark and fathomless gleaming.
Tearing into mortal flesh,
let the drinking begin.


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Story Rings True Now

Will I go with the beast Or will I strangle it Just to go and drop the hint Openness escapes me The devil is in my arms May I beat him down With my souls essence A dynasty is within me A gross of pelicans lift me Taking me highly above To where Satan cannot find me I shall conquer the essence Of horrid and painful evil That envelops my very being Should destroy it all And bring my soul higher Or shall I stay in horror With each day deflating me I will succeed in success And my soul with fly Love will defeat all death The harmonious realm bends Moves to my joyful will Luck isn’t the life force Hope and faith and Love Bring me to victory Slamming the end of time Into nothingness The story rings true now And peace is in my heart And love is the focal point And is the center of my existence For all time, forever
Russell Sivey


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Walk into the light

As from darkness turned to the light                                                                           now dwelling in what is made right                                                                            Steps must be made you as He harkens                                                                        turned to the light As from darkness *                                                                                                                        Walking into the day fears are conquered                                                                        a fearful sight how bright so much stronger                                                                More fearful is shivering in the cold way                                                                    Fears are conquered walking into the day           *                                                                                                                                   It is forever alone a line is drawn                                                                                    A choice that is yours as the pain suffers on                                                                 with blackened wings death comes to each his own                                                          A line is drawn it is forever alone *                                                                                                                          Unless you embrace true love you must stay                                                                  as in darkness blinded by satan’s dismay                                                                        or walk into Jesus and fly like the dove                                                                        You must stay unless you embrace true love


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SLEEP

HE HISSED ME
HE KISSED ME
HE FONDED MY LOVE IN HASTE
MY HEART BETROTHED 
MY LOVE HE STOLED

HIS AURO OF FRIGHTENING DESIRES
MY MIND HE NOURISHED TO DIE
MY SELF CONSCIENCE INTO A SLEEP
FADING AWAY IN MY COMA
MY REMAINS HE KEPT UNDER,
A OLD ABANDONED BRIDGE


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Twilight on the Graves

I

At twilight on the graves
As dew settles in the night
Come to me beloved
In my warm candle light

Damp moisture kissed moss
Our breath makes no sound
Our yearning eyes embrace
My true love has been found

I take you in my arms
Fetid smell upon skin
Like faded roses and worms
Flesh parched thin

My sweet undead lover
In a coffin on still breath
Through the tears and emotion
I fear not death.

 II

O lover how I wept
Lost in the night
You came to me
Warmed me in your light
  
I long for your embrace
To ignite my cadaver heart
Infinitely bond
Smitten by love’s dart
  
In slumber we exist
Within shadows of the dark
Entombed evermore
Where time leaves no mark.

Entwined like thorns on the rose,
To thrive in bittersweet laughter.
Eternally seared upon headstone,
“I flourish with you in the here-after”


~Poetessdarkly
~ROMANTIC


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Dancing With Heartless Memories

Rain, rain fall all day
Ill just be here regretting my fate

Step 1 to 5 for more to come
I'm just here dancing with the devil all day long
With some crazy song
But i'm all done here
There no reason to fear

Is all on me
I'm the one that dancing with the devil here, not you at least... 


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I Will Not Fear The Darkness

Shall I pass the phantom's test?
Find solace and peace in the belly of my bed?

I will not fear the darkness
Black as ravens head
Nor the shadows that watch and wait
While I nestle in my bed

No longer fear the cold breath, winter chill
Or the whispers of death and ill will
My fears, blooming as beauty of youth
From where are their roots?


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Evil

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.


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The Big Cat

Your advisory pursues the light
Like a beast that hunts 
in the night
Even after he has been fed
This animal won’t stop 
unless he’s dead.
The race is fixed 
the tackle is set 
The bangle tiger will 
cause him regret.


BY: Sabina Nicole


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No Evil Bows (Heroic Sonnet)

I am the gray, damp, muted mist which slides 
Between the large, carved, marble marker stones; 
Alone they sit like weighted, gargoyle brides 
Above the dried-white, brittle, lambent bones, 

Now dead and silenced for iniquities. 
I glide inside the dance of death each night 
As wasted graves belch loud obscenities 
To rage against the blaze of righteous light. 

I am but smoke within a wicked wind 
But stand as witness to this brutal truth: 
The black of death ends not the pain of sin 
For evil preys on pulsing blood of youth 

And once possessed these young ones will be made 
A matrix of malevolence 'till death; 
Though even then no evil bows to fade 
Benignly, with death's rattled rales of breath. 

Do not take lightly words that I now speak; 
Great evil thrives when human will is weak. 


 
 
 


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Defrocked by the Dark

When I reached the surface I could smell their fear From the depths of my dark they could sense I'm near Their azure blue skies turned to darken sulky clouds My cawing cacophony of followers, voiced their loud Oh what pleasure it gave me knowing they'd find my goal The darkened seeker sought, the last angel on their scrolls Commotion, confusion abounded, taken to me was she Silence was heard in her wings, now kneeling in front of me Eyes of solemn righteous, now attract this leader of dark As I stare into her pearly white, she views my wanting stark To me now close in touch, thunderous clouds applaud my caress Lightning strikes as I enter her world, in fall, her wings undress Defrocked, taken forsaken, an incredible darkness now descends Such power will emit when I surface again, can any race contend <*>


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The Locklears Chapter Four

Walking over to Timothy Rusty began to 
beat Timothy in the face with
the nail gun.  The more Rusty beat 
Timothy in the face with the nail gun 
the harder Linda masturbated.  Placing 
the nail gun back on the push cart
Rusty grabbed the jar filled with acid.  
"Timothy you're in a world of hurt".
Pouring some acid slowly on Timothy's 
other foot.  Rusty smiled as the 
smell of burning flesh crept into his 
nostrils.  "AAARRGGGHH MR. LOCKLEAR
PLEASE
DON'T KILL ME SIR.  I BEG YOU MR. LOCKEAR
PLEASE DON'T KILL ME".
Looking back at Linda Rusty was thrilled
to see her getting off on her victim's 
agony.  High on the smell of burning flesh 
Rusty 
floated over to Linda.  Pulling Linda's hand 
out of her pants he sucked and licked her 
juices off her fingers.  "How do I taste?"  
"As sweet as honey.  It's your turn 
again".
Grabbing the scalpel off the push cart 
Linda slashed Timothy's left thigh.  Like 
water from
a water hose blood sprayed through the 
air.  "W,w,w,why are the two of you doing 
this to 
me?"  "Because it's fun Timothy and 
people like you make me sick".  
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The 
Green Poet aka The Brown Philosopher aka Red Seven


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HOLD UP THAT SWORD

Hold up that sword
when truth is violated...
don't destroy everything and everyone:
only evil must end for peace to survive!
Fight better than a warrior with a bloody urge
who seeks victory and revenge;
what satisfaction is there in being alive...
after all enemies are wounded and gone?
They would never learn love, but die tormented
as marthyrs, slaves and peacemakers have!


Hold up that sword,
by speaking your command
when peace is broken
and havoc spreads quicker than fire...
to bring all another dire:
remember Attila when he ransacked Rome?
Chalithra, have more compassion
towards mortified people who have been exploited:
you must explain to them that's wrong to be enslaved...
without having the vision of a place called, " Home. "


Barbarians were those who trashed everything
and killed, but they lived in different times:
violence against order and civility;
today there's another evil arising:
greed for power against truth and humility...
Chalithra, carefully choose your allies!


Character: Chalinthra


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Shades Of Grey

                                                                        Shades Of Grey

A peril of sort left my job moved up North

In islands in the stream some apparent evil scheme
Shades of grey by its means something don't actually turn out to what they mean
Shades of grey silver smile walk the old river Nile
A plate of fries evil pass getting to know the midnight pass

Shades of grey all torn up inside we will hide
Souts of joy then applause some may insist on it being a lost cause
Sadly we put up with the chill running down the spine evil swine
In deepened peril outside twilight Christmas Carol

Shades of grey how they swoon to its nightly visible tune.


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Was Evil Created by God...?

Challenged with this university question,
One researched Truth's 'whole confession.'

How many, to such a question, might dare say yes;
If God created evil then He is evil, one might guess.

But, then, one student did profoundly asked:
"Tell me professor, does cold exist to last...?"

The professor replied, "Of course it exists."
What was this brassy student's logic, or gist?

Amazingly, the bold student retorted, "That's not true."
"With laws of physics, cold is the absence of heat (for you)."

All can succumb to a proven study, as energy will transmit.
Cold does not exist; the word only describes how we feel, to fit. 

The calm student continued, "Sir, does darkness exist?"
The confident professor retorted, "Of course it does."

The student replied, "Again, Sir, that's not right;
Darkness is actually the absence of the Light."

Newton 's prism is used to break light into colours of aura.
Wavelengths cannot measure an unilluminated area.

The light's ray can break a world of darkness, illuminating it.
Darkness is termed to describe the absence of light, present.

Finally the youth asked, "Sir, does evil exist?"
A bit unsure the man said, "Of course (not wanting to resist)."

At last the youth replied, "Evil does not exist Sir (neath God's rod)."
Evil does not exist 'unto itself,' it is simply the absence of God." 

"God did not create evil, He created beings with free-choice."
The youth was Albert Einstein; I am 'only relating his voice.'


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A Cemetery's condo

Every morning, an overview of death’s tombstones is perched outside my window taunting 
and haunting me with the scent of a hollow kiss.  The worst case is not this thing called death 
but the abuse of love that my parents fill into my bruised soul, a child I am no more but I 
can still remember the time I cried as one and cried and cried until the face of a frustrated 
mother came to ease my pain, and her own unease mind.  Disorder clouded my mind but as 
a child I did not fully understand what these emotions where, for is a mother not there to 
ease her Childs pains, and is a mother not there also to ease her children’s emotional pains.  
I can vouch that my physical pain was eased but spiritually my emotions ran wild like a pack 
of wolfs searching for the hunter who wielded with him the ax grief.  I respect my parents 
like any child should, and I disobey them like any child shouldn’t, but what I feel towards 
them is different than disobedient and anger. It feels as if loath itself is creeping up into my 
heart then into my head like the words of a woman who clouds all sense of reasoning.  I 
laugh but I cannot truly feel happy even when they do try to appease me in the way I want 
to be appeased or so they do think for we never truly speak. I love them; I loathe them, for 
I am an outcast even amongst outcasts for they say they know pain but not all pain is 
physical for trauma has kissed and slept inside my heart but has it done the same in theirs 
also. I shall never know for trauma has chained us into the comfort of its hellish bed and 
sealed our lips like everything that is true in life. I am loath now, I am pain now, I am evil 
incarnate, but I am an evil whose pain and loath seek nothing but the comfort of peace. 
Every morning I wake, and an overview of death’s tombstones is perched outside my 
window taunting and haunting me with the scent of a hollow kiss and I wonder when is the 
day that I will fall prey under the temptation of its kiss. Death is literally around the corner 
for I live by a cemetery’s condo.


* Just a story but i have put SOME of my feelings and my own life experience in there.





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decay

Death decay dismay
twist the mind honour 
bright open truth


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The Locklears Chapter Two

With fear in his eyes the shackled man 
asked who they were.  "My name is Linda 
Locklear and this 
is my husband Rusty Loclear".  "Enough 
with the small talk Linda go get the work 
tools".
"As you command daddy".  Walking past 
their victim into the darkness Linda 
grabbed the cold steel push cart
and brought it to Rusty.  "Will you just look 
at all these toys" Rusty's eyes lit up like a 
child's at Christmas.
"What do we have here?"  Reaching her 
arm out in the motion of a snake Linda 
became sexually aroused.
"We have a hamer, scalpel, acid, nail gun, 
and an ice pick" Linda's voice was filled 
with excitement.  Pissing himself
their victim began to cry.  "Linda this is 
your victim you have to inflict the first 
wound".  Responding to Rusty's words 
Linda picked up the nail gun.  "Linda you 
don't have to do this" pleaded the man.  "I 
have kids that I provide for,  My 
name is Timothy Yates,  I have a wife".  
Linda silenced Timothy with a swift kick to 
his testicles.  "Look Rusty it actually think 
we 
care about it's pathetic little life".  Placing 
the muzzle of the nail gun on Timothy's 
foot.  Linda pulled the trigger.  Firing a 
hard sharp
nail into Timothy's foot.  Blood squrited 
into the air.  
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The 
Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet


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The Great Havoc: MAHASEN

The moment of my start , 
the destruction of thy art,
hearing the songs of theocracy ,
the songs for saving thee .

The intonation of deadly scream ,
heard across the vast stream ,
lest none had to stop me , 
for me to stop to see thy majestic beauty.

I heard the words of my master ,
who plans well for thy disaster ,
who creates the scenery well as common , 
serving a wide from the times of Romans .

He sends me often here ,
for punishing the big malevolence , 
but I never saw the wonders - for thy fear ,
for thy deep oceans help my tolerance .


I wish could I give thee a chance , 
to see the world with a second glance ,
nevertheless the order remains order after all ,
keep waiting for me to hear the next call .


   


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He Never Shook My Hand - Part 4

In the quiet months that followed,
I came to realise,
More was going on,
Than a wondering mind.

I found that each casual brush past,
Every shake of the hand,
Every pat on the back,
Revealed a new nightmare.

It began to make me wonder,
Just what I was seeing,
What were these visions?
And what did they mean?

Were they replays of dark acts,
Of secret deeds,
And evil moments,
Crimes which remain undetected?

Had I somehow gained the power,
To reveal their sins?
I couldn’t bring myself to believe,
So much crime went unseen.

Then were they representations of the soul?
Not acts, but desires,
Things that people had longed to do,
But never dared carry out?

It was certainly more believable,
But once again,
I refused to accept,
A seed of evil lies in every heart.

Were they then no more than my own fears?
A reflection not on them,
But on myself?
My paranoia played out before me?

It was a much more plausible explanation,
That it was all in my head,
That I was losing my mind,
And I feared it more than any other.

 


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SUCH IS DEATH

SUCH IS DEATH

Hungry as death.
Impartial as death.
Absolute as Death.
Such is Death!

Grazing on souls.
Barely with no notice.
Might take me for a fool.
If I had no form of memory

Rancid as Death.
Uninvited as Death.
Insecure as Death.
Such is Death!

Sets anguish upon the family.
Ends a legacy of reputation.
Rules in all sorts of anarchy.
A check and balance of confrontation.

Clean as Death.
Maiden as Death.
Beautiful as Death.
Such is Death!

Never misses her target.
A bet with a perfect wager.
A dice with the same sides.
A sad tale but such is life.

Great as Death.
Cruel as Death.
Final as Death.
Such is Death!


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Death

Look around you
See the faces surrounding you
All with different uses and tasks to do
What if it’ll be your last view?
A bitter truth no one reviews
No matter how long we stay, the end will definitely come knocking
A time to really have all the rest you’ll ever need
Being alone with your deeds and virtue
Whether the good or evil
Alone and awaiting judgement
People singing melodious songs
They tell you what doesn't kill you makes you stronger,
Blatant lie, cause what doesn't kill you wasn't meant to kill you.
We wonder and ponder
But at the end, all they do is lauder.
Not knowing death is like thunder
Striking and leaving a donga
Leaving us in confusion
Live life as a traveller, but take only what you’ll need along the way.
Funny how when you die they start listening
A journey worth taking for those who know.
Tell me, are you not willing to go?
For more?
For all the bounties and all the grace
All the sights, smells and the tastes
Will be forgotten without a trace
As if frozen in time and space
When you see his face.
You asked for mercy, that he gave.
Death, the undisputed slave.
We come making everyone happy, then leave making them sad.
Why are we here in the first place, if this is how we gotta go?



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Reunited At Paradise Gate

Reunited At Paradise Gate


Hands of leather hold crying child
gentle touch, soothing , O' so mild
Widowed mother , hard life going past
food and water gone, can not last

War and famine take a heavy toll
on frail mother and very young soul
Flown past are the blasts of guns
fields rot with so many dead sons 

Hands of leather losing tender grip
another soul sent on heavenly trip
Crying child sleeps in peaceful calm
no more murders, bullets and bombs

Two hearts reunite at Paradise gate
early demise , victims of wartime fate!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-11-2014


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Solomon Kane

War after war in the name of his sovereign king
 
A seventeenth century fury, devoid of all shame
 
Through pistol, cutlass and rapier, the world knew his name
 
So too does the Reaper, and beckons to Solomon Kane
.
 
A time to fight evil with evil, purge wickedness far from the land
 
Anger, murder and hatred, the cost of the toll
 
On the brink of destruction he falters, unsure of his stand
 
No riches, nor rapture enough to replenish his soul
.
 
A scream from the Devils Reaper
 
Cuts deep through the ice in your soul
 
“I have come for you, Solomon Kane”
 
“To claim back the Time, that you stole”
.
 
You wake from your world of dreams
 
The dreams that do haunt you, still
 
Renounced your evil ways, it seems
 
No - more you will live, to Kill
.
 
In penance here, behind these walls of virtue
 
“Oh! Father, do not make me beg, I pray
 
Cast from Heavens favour, crowned unholy
 
Let loose the Devils Children, for to play
.
 
The corpses piling high, upon the pyre
 
His bounty just a book and some stale bread
 
From regal and the noblest of beginnings
 
Alone there on the road, he’s left for dead
.
 
Dispense now with the boy you gutter demon
 
The daggers kiss then stole his life away
 
“If I kill you, demon, then I am bound for Hell”
 
“But that’s a price, that I will gladly pay”
.
 
Adorned by a broad-rimmed hat and a flowing cape
 
His journey’s long, his homeland’s where he’ll start
 
His task laid out before him, Merediths escape
 
No love, nor needless pity, in his heart
.
 
The preachers flock have changed now for the worse
 
They clamber for to tear the flesh, from bone
 
As MalachI bestowed on each, his curse
 
The Chapel cellar walls, their only home
.
 
The fate of defiance is fixing
 
The Hapless aloft, on the cross
 
Rain softens a cruel crucifixion
 
Sweet Meredith’s … not yet lost
.
 
A Priest sold his soul, to the Devil
 
At the castle, of Solomons birth
 
Welcome home, Solomon Kane
 
His friends, cut to bits in the dirt
.
 
“Forsake me not, Heavenly Father”
 
“Do I call on your Mercy, in vain”
 
Redemption lies there, at Your Alter
 
“RETURN TO ME” ….. Solomon Kane
.
 
There once was a time, full of burden
 
A time without hope, for a Saviour
 
When no-one would stand against Evil
 
“THAT TIME, MY LORD.... NOW IT IS OVER”


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The Locklears Chapter Two

"Poor, poor, little man I'm not a prostitute. 
I just pose as one on the internet and in 
the streets.  That's how I get pigs like you"
said the woman with an evil grin.  "I know 
you didn't think a woman
as beautiful as my wife would be 
interested in someone like you."  Said a 
tall figure as he emerged out 
of the darkness behind the shackled man.  
With fear in his eyes the shackled man 
asked who they were.
"My name is Linda Locklear and this is my 
husband Rusty Locklear."  "Enough with 
the small talk Linda go 
get the work tools."  As you command 
daddy".  Walking past their victim into the 
darkness Linda grabbed the 
cold steel push cart and brought it to 
Rusty.  "Will you just look at all these toys"  
Rusty's eyes lit up like a child's at
Christmas.  "What do we have here?"  
Reaching her arm out in the motion of a 
snake
Linda became sexually aroused.  "We 
have a hammer, scalpel, acid, nail gun, 
and an ice pick"
Linda's voice was filled with excitement.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The 
Green Poet aka Red Seven aka The Brown
Philosopher


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Monsieur L'Vampyre's Nook

          Monsieur L'Vampyre's Nook     
You're lost into the dark it's plain to see
out searching for a place to lay your head
away from cold, perhaps right next to me,
though if you knew, 'twould be your greatest dread;

all Paris is aware when death awaits
at this the darkest nook down by the Seine,
unnumbered are the souls cast to their fates
claimed in the dark, and never seen again;

there's blood to suck and energy to flow
out from the lost and into those who feed;
so be aware, the wise will never go
where undead wait for what's their greatest need.

       But also, there is something all around,
        perhaps the greatest love you've ever found.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


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Witchcraft

Down by the forest's edge at night 
she dances as her auburn hair wildly glows
Then she steps out into the pale moon light,
so the night creatures can see the show.

Tiny Fairies quietly watch as she brings
her steaming cauldron to a boil
Spirits cry and then the bell she rings
as she whisper her chant of toil. 

Misty fog the woods it does grace
as she is sealing in the circle with salt.
The fire's glow lights up her intense face
but let not Ye be caught.

Even the wise old owl says not a word
a frog's eyes, a bat and a dead man's bones
A few roots, a newt and a wing of a bird
a rumbling sound and a lot of groans.

From the ground her dead lover he does rise
welcoming him with such passion and a kiss
For each time her soul is filled with sweet surprise
for the one she has missed.


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Blood red


Bullets flying and thousands
dying, this is truly terrifying.
Through a blood red angry
mist. Most are no more, shot
down to a blood red soaked
floor. Some are missed yet
engulfed in the aftermath. An
abyss of death, truly blood red
wishing they too were dead.


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Warrior Of Darkness

Her eyes where of darkness
 Reflected from her soul
 Her heart had been shattered
 Left broken and cold
 
She was a warrior of evil
 Fighting for what was wrong
 She came to me one night
 When she heard my deadly song
 
Under the red moon we met
 Fell into an icy embrace
 It sent shivers up my spine
 Just to stare upon her face
 
She held me so tightly
 Fighting against my will
 Using her power to control me
 All I could do was stand still
 
She kissed my lips 
Sending fear through me
 Making my mind race
 As she watched my body
 
I glared at her
 Fire in my eyes
 She saw right through
 My helpless disguise
 
My smile made her afraid
 She thought he was in control
 My eyes and hair turned black
 Darkened like mine and her soul
 
My skin went pale
 Like the moons glow
 And in the darkness
 My true colours did show
 
We stared at eachother
 Moving closer than before
 She saw in my eyes
 I was not afraid anymore 

Once again she kissed me
 This time I kissed her back
 Two dark souls together
 Both evil and black


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Christmas

T'was the night before Christmas
And all through the house not a single noise could 
be heard
For, you see, the only one up
Had practise of being quiet 
even when she's screaming inside
With hand over mouth,
and tears streaming down her face
She silently sobbed the night away
The only festive colour running from her wrists
The only thing she wanted for Christmas
Was to be dead.


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There lives a man

Thoughts echo, mental void,
Deep, dark, empty void,
****ed it here, ****ed it there,
****ed it up, ****ed it up.
Demons come and demons go, 
Demons live and demons sow,
Demons die , demons lie, 
Demons cloud demons pry.
Sober thoughts, drunken words, 
Red skys , infernal birds.
In the dark , there lives a man,
Alone and cold, there lives a man, 
There he sits a simple man, 
Soul abandoned , a lonesome man,
He wants to die, deaths a thought, 
Whats the point , just a thought,
Angels cry, and demons hiss,
Living life, voided bliss,
Life will come and life will go, 
A dark man comes here, to and fro, 
Prys his eyes and pricks his brain, 
Slowly still he goes insane, 
In the dark there lives a man,
Trying to do the best he can, 
Dieing is just a simple plan, 
Will he try? he can he can, 
At what cost, does life come too, 
Red white black and blue, 
No one but himself to blame, 
No one but himself to shame.
There a man, still a boy, 
Yearning for his ode to joy.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Fool's Dream

I dream
I dream of life away from this cage
A life free of pain
Free of shackles 
Free of chains 
The more I struggle the more the noose tightens
Is it my fate to die like this?
Like an animal?
I can hear his footsteps in a distant
Heavy and rough
His laugh cold, my tormentor...
I fight him no more
Is it my fate to die like this?
His whip breaks my spirit
His knife stabs my soul
My tormentor
My monster
Will I be free of this hell?
Will I dance with the stars?
Sing with the moon?
Find love…
But it is just a fantasy
A fool’s dream
I will die like this
An old memory
A cold night story
A shadow in the darkness
But I will not be alone
My tormentor, my monster
His eyes, a mirror to my hell
I will die like this
Forgotten…but not alone


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2014 World Press Photo Winners

violence displace                                                                                                sporting nature thousand words                                                                          extremes of sadness


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Danse Macabre

As we walked through the valley of the shadow of it
Silent neighbors whose stolen doves
Fly free
Free in the night to unfurl wings of peace
In times of war 
So unjust is the death of the nightman
Keeper of earthly tombs in Ancient Greece
The pinnacle of pain erupts in the east
Far from the dove's flight, a frightening thing
Occurs unseen moving in dark shadowed cloaks
Cloaks of daggers meant for eyes of prophets
Weakness of man allows this sting
Devil unfurls wings of war and this... this
Is his Danse Macabre
Where was the nightman on his watch?
Dancing.


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THE INVISIBLE

(An unanswerableQuestion)
Dedicated to those who have been suffering from fits in my Country

Invisible, bound to dwell in a separate dim world of strange things, 
Why possess human beings transforming them into ghosts and prisons 
Where Strange games of fits, deliquium, howling images of black cats 
And owls daily govern exposing to hallucinations, nakedness and death?

Dla, November 17, 2014
Jaafar Sadig el Waad


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Filicide

A lady murdered her son because she couldn't afford to send him to school.
She wasn't only a stark raving mad lunatic, she was also a fool.
After she murdered her son, she killed herself too.
What she did to him was an incredibly evil thing to do.

I wouldn't have expected such behavior from a psychiatrist.
If you want my opinion, that evil bitch will not be missed.
Murdering a defenseless child has to be the world's biggest sin.
When a shrink commits murder, it proves that it's a lost world that we live in.

(SADLY THIS IS A TRUE STORY.)


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The tragic comic on his way to meet Jesus

the worldly folk armies of the twice enchanted for common tragedies                           reaping the pleasures of others that they can no longer enjoy singing goats songs                escaping to the hills of freedom while a coil of rope of undisclosed amount unravels behind the scape goat like the elusive gonzo hunter's infamous mumble as tumbling down a rabbit hole in search of self landing in a pool of sharks                                                 all have fallen short of thy glory as we Pierrots stage upon stage                                        the verismo or in contemplation committed the Pagliacci                                                with tears and laughter in your eyes where to find sanity in a mad mad world                      laughing at parodies of you own self will only last so long                                                like waking up to find the drink again with shaky hands                                                      for all have sinned on the way to meet Jesus                                                                     for He came to save the lost the friendly physician rejoicing more for one sheep found than the ninety-nine still on a more tragic note is the one who thinks he is not lost                     counting sheep to go to sleep to get passed the regrets of the day                                      awaking to chance wandering the world for another day                                                blinded by an unseen enemy who tells him he will be okay                                               then repeat the matter of his own comedy without hope                                                     without God in this world but there is hope for I was there                                              to find find power love and a sound mind a peace that surpasses all understanding             while working so hard to find the who am I                                                                  The good shepherd found me my greatest treasure                                                      may He find you the Lord Jesus is the gift to mankind                                                       when you find him it does not have to end in a tragic time


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Battlefield

His eyes smolder like the coals of a dying fire,
the bite of chicken wire deep into the skin upon my throat.
Hands dig into latex,
nails attempting to shred the material.
Laughter, oh so much laughter as all the pain clouds any fear.
Fires flame high like a lost soul reaching towards the sky.
But we are not alone.
Villagers circle us almost embracing, yet in the end I know
they would not allow my escape, not from him.

His eyes smolder like the coals of a dying fire,
his firm beautiful lips twist towards a taunting self assured smirk.
He is speaking yet I can no longer understand the words,
vision begins to tunnel as my hands find their way into his hair.
Laughter, oh so much laughter as the smoke becomes our veil.
Kicking back my head, skull meets nose.
Muffled curse and a kick to the ribs.

His eyes smolder like the coals of a dying fire,
as he stares up at myself,
Dimly I realize, they would not allow my escape, not from him.
Hands reach for steel, dagger towards the smooth column of his neck.
Press, press my love, staring at the blood that drips.
Never safe, never still, always at this knife point.
I am suddenly captivated by the blood that drips and the arch of his brow,
the way his lips quirk before he realizes he needs to hide his smirk.

His eyes smolder like the coals of a dying fire,
as in one moment he regains control.
Slamming a fist into my hair,
lips are drug flesh to flesh,
and as that dagger cuts blood,
and he holds me so very near,
The laughter, oh all of that laughter,
is somewhere very far from here.
This smoke has become our veil where two enemies had met,
yet from the ashes and blood that wept,
finally giving in to the "rightness",
they walked through the fire,
Chicken wire and steel, hand in hand, step by step.

We could never allow escape, not from each other.


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Help me

I walk around these halls,
Feeling more dead than alive.
I don't want to be here at all,
I'm just praying I'll survive.

Nothing makes sense to me,
Everything is engulfing me.
Will you save me from myself
I'm scared of myself.

I'm scared of what I'll do,
I'm scared of what will happen
I'm lost in this world of fear.
I don't think you can save me.

I'm too far gone,
There's no going back,
The pain has just begun
Where am I at?

What world am I in,
Where have you taken me?
Why can't I awake from this,
This is a nightmare, please help!

This is a mistake,
I don't belong here,
I think I'm dead.
Is this actual hell?

The devil took me away,
He calls this my home.
I do not like it here,
But I have no choice.

I can't get away from him,
He won't let me go.
I don't understand this,
What did I do to deserve this?

~k.t.


Details | Couplet | |

Telltale signs beyond the carrion eye

wicked heart beats will tale on you for sure																so do not enter through their Cracked door  															their light shining out to some degree     																 angels of night with true light disagree        															 you see on thee they have an evil eye                                                                                                                                                                                                   	wearing their death cap they devour with lies  															bowing to men like we they so deceive  																a sty mark the most worshipful receive                                                   												in knowing the dark they plot you reception   														wisdom's offer Eve's death by deception																making you think they are on the level 																 their light be dark behind door lies devil																  fellowship of blackness quote the wrong light                             													 the cloaks and daggers will not win this fight															Jesus the light in Him no dark at all 																the Way enter in His gate true light's call     															 have no dark fellowship reprove rather                   														deeds of evil men who burn to gather																so they may be brought from darkness to light		  													 satan's power lies to Jesus' true might


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Pierce The Gloom

Pierce The Gloom


Pierce the gloom under purple sails
cold the rain that forever falls
False is the prophet that ever tells
great honor rang true in these halls

Hide ye behind golden false banners
dark spirits dwelling in your band
Deceit lies silkened in false manners
evil the Crown that rules your land

Purple King steals your life's bread
as hope eludes your soul's plight
Blows descend upon your bowed head
you, that forever declines to fight

Royal colors your minds enthrall
as evil lies in your shallow beds
Dark spirits birth wicked flowers
where evil reigns in crying hours

R. LINDLEY
11/18/1976


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Heartless

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. 




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Drowning Joan

A gasp for breath, 
a silent moan, 
burbled underwater tones.
My evil has of yet not shown, 
but soon I shall be drowning Joan.
With constant pressure on her neck, 
she scratches claws and tries to kick, 
becoming underwater sick, 
while wishing she were home.
My evil has of yet not shown, 
but soon I shall be drowning Joan.
Flesh of pale to turn to blue, 
flushing out all fear she knew, 
something in this sick is true. 
No tears for no more sadness.
Has of now she floats alone, 
for I have finished drowning Joan...


*Posted with a special thanks to Janice Etienne* 
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )


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Their Souls Departed

   She walks the streets
Of dim lit lights
The heart broken homeless woman
Lady of the night.
.
   The world was yours
Gold and pearls, a platinum life
Married to a silver spoon
You were once a rich mans wife.
.
   Your husband befriends the spirit king
A storm of abuse and alcohol rain
Now you run to spare your life
The only hope is to escape the pain.
.
   State to state with blackened heart
Into the night is where you sleep
Within the darkness led astray
Where lonesome lives and gutters weep.
.
   To your new home
No key no door
Emptiness squared
Of paper board.
~~~
   He walks in silence all alone
Seeking out divinity
Mile upon mile on worn out shoes
Through the streets of un-lit trees.
.
   Contrition holds his broken heart
Bound to earth by saddened love
His soul was taken within a glance
He is now the lonesome dove.
.
   Once a father, a husband, 
A man
A wonderful life
Of dreams and plans.
.
   Until that night in the car together
Unknownst the evil seed
A green light passed and through a yellow
The devil in drunken speed.
.
   A wreck to fell the family tree
Within the night of silence brings
A horrid vision imprinted the mind
Of a soulless man with broken wings.
~~~
    Even while life continues to shine
    There comes a girl of only nine
    Abandoned, alone to hope adored
    Mommy is gone to be a whore.
.
    This child walks in huddled arms
    Frightened to be where evil charms
    She finds a box to crawl inside
    Alone to live, alone to cry.
.
    While tears fall down upon her face
    A sound has startled her in her place
    Unbeknownst the box with broken tape
    This nine year old girl will now be rapped.
~~~
   Now as I sit
In the comforts of home
I knew none of these people
Or the streets they called home.
.
   I lived like most, in ignorance
To those poor and suffering lives
Never once did I adjust
A thought or even an eye.
.
  Yet on the set the news I stare
Police lights shine in heavy glare
Those unknown people, those broken hearted
Lie still in the night, their souls departed.

     BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
     Placid Poet


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Eternal Fires

Forbidden acts, read your Bible, family feuds-n-rivals, invaded mental desires, 
thick smoke from eternal fires, wolves growling for the flesh-n-blood from the 
tongues of liars, white slaves breast feeding neonate vampires, snakes-n-
roaches living on poisonous islands, the air I smell is never fresh, weird smells 
from goats-n-gorillas-n-human’s having sex, blood dripping from out the 
holes of male homosexual necks, owls eating out of an eagle’s nest, the 
emotion a mother feels from witnessing her child’s death, the internal hatred 
of self, the jealousy of one’s wealth, eternal fires is where you find yourself, 
when you don’t follow God’s steps, from freezing rain drops, my souls being 
caressed, however more or less, insects eat of my golden flesh, my soul will 
never rest, not in peace, this air has bitten me up, with its dirty soiled rotten 
teeth, what’s hotter than heat, the devil’s daughter breath breathing on me, 
my desires I put before me, nightmares of a seductive insanity, when I would 
sleep, I awake to kissing female liars, and having sex with diseased vaginas 
eternal fires, you smell the smoke, you will never rest in peace, this what 
happens, when you ignore God when He speaks, eternal fires diseased 
vaginas-n-liars, you smell the smoke from eternal fires, you will never rest in 
peace from lack of belief, eternal fires.

You smell the
Smoke


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Holocene Extinction



                      Dodo the dead had halcyon days on her native shore
                  Like halcyon birds she was happy in heaven’s ground floor
                                  Hounds and crews did her confuse
                                    Struck the land with evil cues
                 Filled the air with wings of greed, naive Dodo was no more


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WHERE DID THE BODIES GO

Striped clothes 
Pants, shirts, hats, and shoes 
Even little shoes of little ones
Piled up all together 
In that gas chamber  

Once those pants hid inhumanly scars
Once those shirts hung loose from skeletons 
Once those hats covered shaved heads 
Once those shoes housed bloody feet  

But now... 

Striped clothes have no bodies to wear 


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Satan's Radio Station

There was no better disc jockey than J. J. Wilson. In the Big Apple, he was considered number one. Over the radio waves, his listeners called him the best. His agent gets him a new job out west. What radio station starts broadcasting at the midnight hour with only five thousand watts of power? Here was J. J. in an odd place so dark and cold. His surroundings were a small building with equipment quite old. His agent named Sid had Emily for a wife. A short time before, Emily took her own life. Any involvement in her death J. J. would deny. Out fishing with another friend was the disc jockey’s alibi. The broadcasting was planned with no deviation. Mr. Wilson had to play certain records at the station. The sounds were the callings of the evil masters by name. They congregated to sacrifice their victim in a crucible’s flame. J. J. saw some framed images on the wall. What he noticed was something that would appall. The pictures were disc jockeys who worked at the station. Each one was employed for only one night’s duration. J. J. Wilson soon joined this deceased group of elite. Satan took Mr. Wilson’s soul as he went down to defeat. Based on the Night Gallery episode “The Flip Side of Satan”.


Details | I do not know? | |

Poison


What is your poison ?
Is is drugs , sex or booze?
Maybe something sinister.
Something, you hide,even from your muse.

Does the smell of blood, 
Make you sigh in release?
Do their frantic cries,
Fuel your unending need?

Does the slice of a blade, excite your soul? 
Leave you weak in the knees and make you soar.
Or is it the sharp edges of bones,laid broken,on the floor,that make you 
complete. 
Yes,they make you whole.

A mother , a daughter , a sister, a whore .
A father , a saviour, does it really matter anymore .
The faces , so seamlessly , merge into one .
And when death comes , it frees you , till the next one . 

The proof they leave , your battle scars.
You wear them proud , 
Compared to you what you’ve done
Their’s is nothing at all.

Day,weeks,months.
They all go by , 
You don’t need the moon.
The numbers tell you how far you have come.

Do you feel ashamed when you look in the mirror,
Or proud and in control .
Does the madness in your eyes ,
reveal the insanity you withhold.

Does the voice in your head,
Tell you what to do?
Guide you,
Like a mother with the infant of her womb.

That voice in your head.
How sweetly it dwells.
Initially, pleasing.
The soothing sounds, it makes, when they are bleeding , your dead.

But then the sounds turn angry and vengeful 
No matter what you do , there is no pleasing. 
You thought you were in control ,but they played you. 
Haha, all this time you were being ruled.

The doctors they tell you ,
You’re Evil , you’re doomed.
To rot in hell , 
Haunted and marooned.

So hide behind your mask,
A regular ol’ John.
While in hiding you keep,
The monster ,your true form.

Why would you want to be normal,
If normal isn’t you .
Does lying and hiding make it easier .
Or does it make, a reflection, that keeps humiliating you.

So set it free,
The killer in you.
What is your poison?
Mine is your ruin.


By

Amanda Miller


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**Devils Holiday** (The Horror Show)

#1


                  An awful odor arises through a quick developing pea soup fog.
          Sounds from nearby crickets and frogs fade as light footsteps draw close, 
                                                       then stop.
              The fog gets thicker, thicker than before. The odor gets worse, more
                             concentrated. Your now ingesting an evil toxin.
              Violently your shoved to the ground from behind, something pierces
                                                      your neck. 
                      Evil memories, pictures of death swirl through your mind, 
                                  convulsing, as your body begins to turn.
                                             Suddenly all goes still...

                 You come to, but not like you once were. Something feels different, 
                 your vision is altered, you see only a crimson red. Motor functions
                                 once average feel almost supernatural. 
                                                       You died,
                                           revived, rise from death.
                                     You've become a dark death dealer.
                                          A new hunger has emerged
                                                         Cattle. 
                                                       You leap, 
                                                        splurge, 
                                            submerge yourself in the 
                                                crimson substance, 
                                            riding the bloody waves.

                                                   uncontrollable,
                                           relentless in your attacks.
                                                Screams of horror 
                                                 a mass slaughter.

                    Your alarm rings soft, minutes later it screams in terror....
                                             I'm awake, I'm awake!!!!
                                              You open the curtain

                                                      The sun.......  


To be continued........


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The Fate of Ancient Egypt

Warriors are no longer raging,
Women are no longer singing.
Firelight prances inside Seth's eyes,
dancing over Giza he cries:

"Fire! Fire! It will find you all
Even those who refuse to fall,
So even if you escape my deadly chant
Your ashes shall lie where living things aren't.

"If you would try to save the day,
It will be hell you'd have to pay.
I shall breathe my fatal breath
Upon those of you who run from death.

"Your pharaohs shall kneel before me crying
To be set free without you all dying,
But my deserts remain hot as ever
And none can escape - not even the clever.

"Only the faithful to me shall be spared,
So yes, the ones who have never cared.
They'll ball their fists and bare their teeth at Ra!"

"Forever obeying me."



By Leanne Walsh
04/20/2014 (MM/DD/YY)


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No Doubt About It

"I am the way, the truth, and the life
No man cometh unto the Father, but by me."
Oh how Jesus would cause such strife,
But it's there in John 14:6 for all to see 

Seems pretty simple for one to hear 
For this can only be taken in just one way
As Jesus was always so intimately clear
In each word that He would ever say

"Unto the Father" you should also note
As it's God the Fathers Son whom He sent
Not being one to doubt in what John wrote 
Through grace I believe in knowing what is meant

He makes clear the point to say
"No one" as to the salvation from His atonement
For He said I am the Way, 
You now knowing how the rest of the verse went







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Evil, Many Shapes

Evil, Many Shapes!


 Serpents lie in cold silent wait
 sporting cold life taking bites
 just one of evil dark fates
 waiting to destroy man's earthly delight

 Enemy hides in cover just out of view
 gun locked ,loaded and aiming at you
 just one of many evil dark fates
 waiting to destroy life true

 Spirit hides there in silent glow
 timing your very next fateful deed
 just one of more evil dark fates
 waiting to destroy your last earthly need...Robert L.  05-03-2014


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War Demanded

Postby Tyr-Ziu Saxnot » Wed Mar 23, 2011 8:55 pm 

 War Demanded 



 If only man were like a stout oak tree 

 Standing proud and tall for the world to see 

 Dreaming of a peaceful culture that truly will last 

 Ever seeking a happy future while sailing at full mast 



 Reality presents a very different and forceful demand 

 Greed calls for taking other's blood , treasure and land 

 No small trick starting another evil and bloody war 

 With death, misery and cuts leaving a lasting scar 



 Any excuse will do when lying is so demanded 

 Up is down when right becomes so underhanded 

 Why worry at all about the lives destroyed or taken? 

 Call for power demands that truth and honor be forsaken 



 Every war starts with Truth being pushed aside 

 Far too cumbersome and heavy for death's dark ride 

 Lies fired from cannons take the first great measure 

 After that the vultures descend to take the treasure....  Robert L.


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Hail Die another Day

In the order of this world
A day is born with sunrise and sunset
Is there a world that has itself  
and not one to live in it?
Is there a language that has all words
Except life, care and concern?
Oh! Come I shall show you my next bud
Here is all life, all happiness, all wealth, and all weather
All ‘allness’; except yourself and your life
Tell mom that you have lived another day
That a ray of hope still survives
Show your sister this token of gift of Life I give you
That I am to die and you are to live
For one’s death is other’s life
There isn’t anyone  to aid us
So let me die for our mean cause 
To live
Oh! To survive in deed.
Break forth into joy 
That you live another day
And into tears; to die another day
All Hail! All Praise! All glory!
Die another Day!


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The Thing in the Attic

The hall is night, and my blood is mire
Flowing through the waters of my being.
My flesh is moist, enveloped, in a freezing fire.

I dare not look nor move around,
For it is out and no longer bound.
My heart drops into my stomach -- It is here.

The movements: plotting, sliding… crawling.
That is all I hear.
I cannot feel myself breathing…

Not knowing what to do --
Is it a what, an it, or a who?
It fills the hall and jerks when it moves.

The hall is night, and my blood is mire
Coating the walls in a way most sporadic.
And it's all thanks to the Thing from the attic.


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Facing Inner Demons

Where do the Demons come from
That reside in us from deep within?
Where do their evil powers lie?

Were they always dwelling there
Or did I somehow invite them in?
Haunting you…Haunting me
Did I commit some Cardinal sin?

Will someone, somewhere someday
Help me to drive them out
To free me from their evil whims
To allow me to ever live without?

They are always, always, there it seems
Pushing me to the verge of the ever after
And I struggle daily just to cling
To the rafters of myself and what I’ve been 

To hold on to the tangible
And not get swept away
Into the demon’s nothingness
Where I’ll cease to forever have been.

 
Copyright Christine A Kysely 2010 November 26, 2010

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

 



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Rainbow of Love

The THUNDER and STORMS
have washed my EVIL LOVE away...
You were a man, EVIL and BAD
and our relationship was doomed for DESTRUCTION
GOD, decided to destroy it!!!!!!!
Only because, you would not change your ways
You were bad and not worthy of my love
And now, with my LOVE destroyed
I sit, in my ARK of pain
And I cry for 40 DAYS and 40 NIGHTS
My heart bleeding and in pain
Looking around for the DOVE of hope
And the PROMISE of future love
Looking for a RAINBOW in life!


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1963

I wear a veil of iron mesh,
it sheilds me from sensation,
it's like the one that Jackie wore
after Jack's assassination.

I was just a youngster then,
but, deep inside, I knew,
that with that act of violence
came the end of Xanadu.

My childhood innocense was gone
along with Camelot,
Pandora's box had opened wide
because of Oswald's shot.

Our world came tumbling down that day
an avalanche of evil,
it mowed us down, unstoppable
and crushed the souls of people.

The event was filmed and broadcast
and showed repeatedly,
until the images were burned
forever, indelibly.

The coal-black steed was riderless,
a boot in stirrup reversed,
the symbolism so powerful that,
to this day, it hurts.

And John-John with his little flag,
oh, how we ached with grief,
the look on Lyndon Johnson's face,
stunned with disbelief.

Our world received a lethal wound
still gaping to this day
and evil wrapped its tentacles
and many were lead astray.

Oswald shot on live TV!
The man who killed those nurses!
The Boston Strangler whistling,
the Devil loosed his curses.

Shots rang out from campus tower,
they slayed the Reverand King,
and then they killed poor Bobby,
he would never see the Spring.

But Spring would never be the same
once evil was unleashed,
gone were the days when we were safe,
our innocense was breeched.

Then wars broke out and haven't ceased
and millions have been killed,
and poisoned minds bring guns to school
and hearts are hatred-filled.

Innocents abducted,
babies raped and slain,
mothers drowning children,
the world has gone insane.

Don't turn to church to save your kids
so priests can then molest,
the Devil's even infested them,
he's made the church his nest.

Trust no one; lock your doors at night,
don't let your kids run free,
for evil has ensconced itself
and erased humanity.


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My dark friend

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


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The Don of Bandits

The don of bandits introduced the heathen
As a matron agreeing to the pledge of their creed.
The creed of banditry
The rite of wicked doers,
To gulag the righteous 
And to behead the poor
Hacking them with machetes.

Restrained mortality, abate in savour.
For the plantation of their evil fruit,
To replenish their lust for blood.
Oh how depraved they are,
In nature they are subjected to murder,
Dignified to death,
The very blood they shed, 
Shall be upon them,
As God strikes them dead
Hearing them shriek with agony,
With a defaced glare, 
The regrets of a qualm death,
To bemoan beyond their despair.


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NOT FOLLOWING IN CAIN'S FOOTSTEPS

It's fearful to think
that your last moment has come,
and like a pen out of ink...
it stops when a word needs to rhyme.


Keep off the edge at any cost, death waits avidly
for another victim to be added to its toll...
go the opposite direction where you find a wall
to avert another possible tragedy.


Desperation plays a major part in awful thoughts,
hope is found in faith: read all Proverbs and be saved by their soothing words;
ignoring wisdom is to live foolishly and recklessly as thugs...
why live a wretched life and hate others? Why keep on sharpening your swords? 


I have never gripped on rocks to reach that edge of despair,
even though death seemed real and allowed no escape,
but with will and determination I was able to annihilate 
those evil forces coming out of demons who had no love to share.  


Why be unappreciative, troublesome, worrisome and uneasy...
when life can lead one to victory as it has led many in History?
Commit an evil act, and you'll suffer more than Cain...
embrace love and your fear will never drive you insane.


Entered in Linda-Marie's contest,
" Life and Death...And Beyond..."
Written by Andrew Crisci


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Written in Quiet Anger

'Twas the first day of school and all was well,
   And marched the town children in happy tune:
 Till the school bell tolling rang its death knell
   For the dead and dying who died too soon!
 Alas folks, there is none so Godless, none
   So dangerous as a fool with a cause!
 What happened at Beslan won't be undone
   Until the cause of peace gives hatred pause.
 A schoolyard is not a theatre of war -
   No child a legitimate enemy!
 Are mens' hearts so black - rotten to the core,
   That he finds refuge in atrocity?
 What inbred mind-twist maggot filth would foist
 On little children their terror of choice.


                     ------------

Dedicated to all those innocent children who
Lost their short lives in the massacre at Beslan.


October 2004


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Evil Never Ceases


like a hole
in a bucket
that’s always
leaking,
or a faucet
that’s always
dripping,

evil never
ceases
till death 
do us
part

like a brief
memory lapse
that’s always
evident,
or a faux pas
that’s always
awkward,

evil never
ceases
till death 
do us
part

like a uneasy
malaise
that’s always
present
or an incurable
addiction,

evil never
ceases
till death 
do us
part


© Eugene Harvey


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Glitters that is all

beauty but skin deep                                                                                                  she spoke her inner accent                                                                                      jargon  bone ugly


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Oh Syria

The Halal slaughterers used to come at dawn,
they came to kill the lambs,
they would cut their throats, in the shape of a smile.

The slaughterers came at dawn,
and they killed the kids,
they cut their throats in the shape of a smile.

Did they smile as they did the deed?
Are they still smiling now?
What kind of man, and what kind of creed,
can contemplate this, and how?

Where are the teachings of their God?
What are their true beliefs?
Are they truly righteous folks?
Or are they merely, thieves?

Who hide behind a chosen creed,
and say they are God's men,
I say they lie, I say they heed,
cruel, and evil orders, then,

unleash their ignorance on those they see,
as enemies of their master,
an ugly, murderous mess ensues,
for the many innocents, disaster.

And here in our 'nice' democracies,
we sit and watch on our TVs
as evil flaunts its wicked grin,
and thousands commit the most wicked sin,

and again we do not lift a finger,
the bad tastes from other wars still linger,
we wait to see what will unfold,
too late for those who'll never grow old!


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Remains appalling

golden grave diggers                                                                                                  they never will earn enough                                                                                    ghoulish disrespect                                                                                            -            -Thieves try to steal Sigmund Freud's ashes


Details | ABC | |

Shadows Beneath Me

                                     A spirit appears at night,
                                       showing its cold eyes,
                                    simply glaring at it in fright,
                                    a memory I couldn't erase,
                                    for that spirit had my face.

                                      With its red eyes glows,
                                  it disappears from the shadows,
                                even when I was walking at night,
                                     no man, woman or child,
                           but feel that same presence behind me,
                                  but there was no one in sight.

                                  even though I continue to walk,
                             I can feel a cold chill beneath my feet,
                             that spirit only appears in the shadows,
                            not a speck of moonlight or a single spark,
                                 enjoying itself hiding in the dark.

                                    it rises beneath the ground,
                                       showing its ugly frown,
                                with its eyes looking dead at me,
                                        beware the shadows,
                                    for it's never been foreseen,
                                       beware in the night,
                                      because it's Halloween.


                                             


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De cipE or OPS - those against the Truth

The truth of their own beholder. There is none in him in their golden deceit                     Retreating into their cycloptic gland the apple of their eye Discordia.                                 the age of the bewildered beliefs off their rails of the reality tunnels                                Truly a crazy train to avoid the truth by division creating endless tunnels of dystopia         The unapologetic of their own heresies Blacks smiths of the ancient psyops                   Bring back the out cast of their own makings whether swinging in Jung's jungle          tuning into Leary's leery lyre Blavatsky blatant blasts Freud's fairest fraud wanton Anton's or Crowley's unreality. All are like Dionysus genetic cupboards perception pills. The altered states of discontentment crossing wires in their twisted hannibal codex.Cybernetics new captain of trans humanism still shrugging the world off their shoulders for the evil that they perceive into an atlas of chaos with quasi- motto ringing bells for their Franken-design. Their upside down stairways leading to the stagnant light of a cracked door  a vultured eye absinthe. To get over their guilt of their own law do what thou wilt assuming that their conscience are not defiled and all the while they are searingly beguiled The truth is is is the Truth the absolute. Lies lies lies prowl around in hooded greys propagandist of the endless mazes. Lighting false fires of the Prometheus blaze hissing asps of the doubled tongue setting their own world on fire. Like the orange clock work of the Georgia guide stones. The meth wine of the undivine with nobody to come only a desire to go.  But....


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Homicidal Thoughts

You all ignored me as I sat there… 
Watching everyone interact, I sat alone.
Thoughts of homicide and torture begin to fill my mind,
Barbed wire and razor filled dreams start to consume me.
Entrails cover the ground as I sleep, 
Blood covers my face and I snore…
Dreams of the Care Bears now fill my head
Voices begin to consume my thoughts,
“Your evil and you deserve to die!”
They would often say.
Dream after dream 
Each and every evil filled day
Until today…
The final day…
The day when all dreams end.
And all stop and pray
 “How could he do this?”
Some may say…
It was actually easy,
Try living my life for a day!


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World Bleeders

World Bleeders (#777 words)


If you claim to be sane
in this crazy whirled we live
I pity the world in your domain
in that you forget to forgive
I think your normal is abnormal
You must be one of the takers
not the One's that give
Maybe you're one of the fakers
that live comfortably in a lie
Maybe you're one of the shakers
not afraid to roll another die
Maybe you think you're one of the makers
without having to try
You have others do as you will
You love to make them cry
You've assigned yourself to the breakers
the bankers and self-appointed high
for annihilation in the illuminated fire
Resurrected in a body for hire
A true holocaust
The Soul is outsourced
to the Archontic principal
and the psychopathic Bull
Mad as a hatter
Too much Mercury in your brain
has broken through the membrane
You burnt the messenger
that had a swift cure for your pain
You're historically insane
You designed your new casket
to survive after the pyre
It fits your godlike desire
to outlive the last creator
of heaven and hell
The Great dictator
behind the face you dwell
It's all in your head
that's lost in space
You're the naked king not the ruler
of the awakened human race
Your master is weakening
Your plans are known
Your days are numbered
on this Earthly throne
Your wars will not win
Your battles will be lost
Humanity has suffered too long
along the lines that you have crossed
You fail to wholly understand
Your left brain receives
and makes the demands
to Be-keeper of the Rite
that assumes command
Darkness over light
You want the hive in your hand
to extract all the honey
Only you can transfer
the raw gold into money
and set a price beyond the reach
of the deepest wells
You seal your darkened spells
in sacrificial red blood and wax
From the micro to the macro
you set the rate of in-come tax
upon every single unit of measure
You claim each traded name
as your personal treasure
to buy or sell as you proclaim
Crashing stocks 
and shifting shame
Rewinding clocks
to fool and blame
the one that's lost in time
Forever leaning back and fore
Not balanced along the wavy line
alike spiral chakras resonating a sine
from root to tip along the spine
but not connected to Earth or skies
Beyond worship of the witness Moon
Saturn plays your tune
The old man of time
will come for you soon
just as You have willed
Fashioned from the blood you spilled
on sacred ground
The buried bodies will be found
You will get what you deserve
in the final round
Beyond the courts of Law
are accountants keeping score
You could have been part of the whole
You chose to be the whore
You could have given back what you stole
but wanted to prophet from the score
Painted a Red Star above your door
Each choice that you make
either exacerbates
or exaggerates the mistake
Turning water into ice
for you to rule a frozen paradise
and rape the feminized Son
through the Djinn in your genes
You host the obscene
Still burning your skin in the Light
You hide behind sun screens
The most affected are the unclean
primitive reptilian-brained Being
Hidden at the top of the unseen
below ground
Much more has been hidden
than declared or found
Buried so deep underground
it traps the sight and sound
The rumors fly around
like sprayed-on mud
across the whole scene
They say the copper in their blood
makes it blue/green
Manufactured super-soldiers
Part human
Part hybrid
Part psychic machine
Someone's terror nightmare
is someone else's dream
Frequency modifications
intensify the silent scream
that so few people hear
Is someone other than Me
reside unseen in here
Is there anybody out there
Slip and slide induced fear
Manufactured and produced
to make the precious juice
that powers the parasitic rider
Who takes the spark from him and her
through unguarded portals
the siphon is Set
The Python of Horus
when the Hawk's eyes meet
and amplify the chorus
with an electro-magnetic reaction
that powers the craft
created from forced intention
beyond your mind
through an angled shaft
Home of the Dog-gods
and the worshipped Cat
before the destruction of Tiamat
engendered the demise
from flaming objects
in blood red skies
All innocence dies
Only the Soulless vampire survives
on the victims last breath
Only the anti-creator thrives
on imaginations final death.



David.N.Moule/Verso


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Scary Thoughts Plant a Grave in Me

I can see you in the reflection of the waters behind closed eyes…
You haven’t won this battle between us – I will not listen to your lies

Deliver us from the licking flames of uncertainty
Fire me up with your passionate glow
You wicked angel of mine – make me your one and only
You tattooed a scar in my heart…you’re as dark as a crow
You punctured me with words of painstaking poetry, but yet it was moving 
You painted a picture of adoration and joy in my heart’s melody 
Passion and happiness was never easy to get, but once I got it, there’s no such thing as losing
I won’t be losing this race tonight – you’ll be failing miserably…
Be careful what you wish for
What’s behind the closed door?
You open in curiosity
I see you wandering around sheepishly…

CHORUS: I can see you in the reflection of the waters behind closed eyes…
It’s crystal clear that you were this dark, fallen angel all over again – how did I know you became so corrupted? I’m sorry this happened to you, yet I don’t feel guilty for what you’ve done
You haven’t won this battle between us – I will not listen to your lies
I remember how I used to orbit around you as if I was the sun, orbiting the Earth…don’t ignore the pain that is going to eventually drive us insane – we will run hand in hand in the glistening sun

I want this…I want this bliss that’s dwelling in your heart
There’s fervent flames scorching in your heart from the start 
Take a deep breath and swim in the abyss with me for a little awhile
You’re playing your little foolish games again…come on and run the extra mile
With me and turn my dreams into a reality…
Even if death tears us apart, we were meant to be free
Alright, dark angel…
Give me your best shot and show off your dynamic spirits of the abyss
Oh, you little devil…
Come and get me…hunt me down like your next prey..I pray I won’t kiss my distressful mistress

CHORUS: I can see you in the reflection of the waters behind closed eyes…
It’s crystal clear that you were this dark, fallen angel all over again – how did I know you became so corrupted? I’m sorry this happened to you, yet I don’t feel guilty for what you’ve done
You haven’t won this battle between us – I will not listen to your lies
I remember how I used to orbit around you as if I was the sun, orbiting the Earth…don’t ignore the pain that is going to eventually drive us insane – we will run hand in hand in the glistening sun

Scary thoughts plant a grave in me; my heart is beating to the rhythm of yours
I’m terrified by the darkness and what it’s revealing to me…there’s no chance to say farewell
To this misfortune that falls upon us…I’m heaving sighs of grief as I open several doors
Don’t bring me down, cruel, callous gravity – my heart’s beating rapidly and it’s going pell-mell
If I were handsome like diamonds in the cave,
I would’ve been like a knight, standing tall and brave
You and I were so perfectly flawed…you are the sunset and I’m the sunrise
You and I never quite fit in like those lonely pieces of the puzzle…you stare me down with knives in your eyes
Are you lost in your own paradise?
I’m done with you & I’ve waved my goodbyes
I don’t walk on sticks, needles and rocks anymore…
I knew something was awaiting me – a future in store


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Spoken

Spoken!


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


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Jesus Almighty

Hello friends, frenemies, and foes
I've got some words to say
To the average Joe
There is one road
The road to prosperity
The road to happiness
(haha) Oh no no
You think i'm wrong?
We all are
You, you, you, and you
On the path, you'll find the truth?
Not so
Just lies, hatred, and the deceived
But that road
The road
The only road, is how truly the world is perceived
Through all the greif
The pain
The lies
You still have hope
Hope and faith
You believe the false prophets
You listen to the lies of modern society
You cause pain
You use your impossible idol
As an escape
An excuse
To kill
To steal
To ruin lives
Then on the day
You worship the lies
So next week you will be 
Saved and ready to rape the willing
To take creativity from those who care
You are the evil gypsy of this time
Cheat 
Lie
Steal
You cause pain
WAR
And death in the name of god
In the the name of god
You commit crimes
Adultery
You give lies for profit
You are a false profit 
Spelled with an f
You command the living to be the dead
You hate people who love 
People who care
What do you gain?
Respect?
Money
You are a money hungry hippo
You say Jesus forgives
You say he loves
But he seems evil if you ask the lesser thans
So now
You've heard my words
I thank you for giving me a chance
Thankyou all, friends, frenemies, and foes
And ahmen


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And How I Missed You

When to the dust my bones do lie
Bugs will eat the gray from my eyes
God will take me, body and soul,
Then throw me in a deep dark hole
But hell will have no place for me
So I'll be flung unto the sea
Where the tempest shall spin and shout
And say, "No way," then spit me out
Across the grasslands, I s'pose I'll roam
A ghostly soul without a home
Oh, not for any evil deed
Nor any planted evil seed
No wicked sin I committed
Kept me from afterlife permitted
Though it's all nice, you can believe,
You weren't there, so I asked to leave.


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The Final Goodbye

The Final Goodbye
		
When we laid your body to rest
agony of pain enters into my chest.	

I started to cry and scream 
wishing that this was all a dreadful dream. 

But in my eyes I saw it was true
I just wish it was not you.

I never envision the day
 that you will be so viciously taken away.

You were young and full of fun
now your life was taken away instantly from me, my beloved son.

Your years on this earth is far too few
and your life was taken horrifically too soon from you.

You should have been allowed to live 
since you had a lot to give.

The horrific images in my mind on how you die I
keep asking myself over and over again why?
 
It is hard for the pain to relinquish from my soul
and keep my mind from being mentally whole.

While your murder is walking free.
The final goodbye is killing me. 

© By: Naomi Johnson  
             11- 8-14




Details | I do not know? | |

The White Horse

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


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Death Keeps Knocking

Death stands knocking at my door
"Go away" I scream, "Go away"
But he chooses only to ignore
And not listen to what I say

He keeps peering through my windows
Looking for a way, to enter in
While making subtle innuendos
About the kind of person I've been

Ever knocking, he will not leave
Trying to get my attention
His subliminal messages I receive
That tells of his evil intention

I keep hearing him knocking, every hour
He will not let me sleep
Holding me captive, with his evil power
Ever chasing my soul to reap

Knocking, knocking, knocking
His cadence is driving me mad
My fear, he's continuously mocking
Envading what dreams I've had

Then his knocking suddenly disappears
As silence now rings in my head
Maddness has overtaken my fears
Or death has won, and I'm dead





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Witch

        WITCH
There's no mis-leadin any sane of mind
to think a witch is any other kind
than one who'll lead you to your fall
and never bat an eye at all
nor care about one argument you find;

there's no good witch, unless she's burnin' fast
and leavin to here-after; in the past!
and if you think ones'  spell is good
you've never fully understood,
tis from the dark she calls her spells to cast!

Her way is vile--she's got the evil eye,
and never doubt, if needs be, she can fly;
she'll lead you down the primrose path
before she lets you know her wrath;
by then the harm's been done, and you will cry or maybe even die.
© ron wilson aka vee Bdosa the doylestown poet


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City of Sins

Once upon a time there was a city of sins, 
where mean and brash people had their inns. 
Murders, robbery and theft was what they did, 
In their evil world was where they finally hid. 

One fine day, God decided to pay them a visit, 
He finally took the form of a child and did it. 
The moment they saw God's face, they were ashamed, 
On each other they decided to put the blame. 

For each of them was afraid to go to hell, 
They were so scared as the church began ringing bells. 
Guilt and shame, the murderers were afraid to show, 
So they finally decided to kill God to get rid of this blow. 

They caught hold of him and poked nails in his hands, 
They put a crown on his head and threw him on the land. 
All that was not enough, so they hung him on a cross, 
After he died, they realized that it was they own loss. 

They had killed the God who had loved them so, 
Much more than the sinners could ever know. 
God didn't mind if his suffering and death was arranged, 
For the pain would be worth it, if his children changed. 

After his death the people realized their mistake, 
They wept and cried as their minds finally were awake. 
They begged God for forgiveness with every honest tear they shed. 
God listened to their prayers, Easter came by and God rose from the dead.


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Love Is Dead

The prince of the power of the air along with his children
666,
Love is dead until we fancy another route of passing?
Chasing after the wind in twilight excursion of light,

Love is dead ever since the 1960's burning bras
Feministic women amazons invading our every portal of death
Viscious long hanging fangs that bite hanging down dripping blood off side
We often run away to hide in fashionable sway,

We can't even hold the door for our neighbor anymore?
Blackened hearts chosing death's door cement,
Broadened venues of pornography & red light districts
A slurrpy & pop rocks,

Love is dead we have inherited lust from the children of the damned!
In sharp contrast toward what Warhol's intent of past exposure
Move over rover and let the fakes take over
Pagans branded with dire evil teeth losing sleep


Gone our the days of Little House & the prairie 
Not to mention Little Bo Peep!
Perhaps its that time we take a leak?
Inner circles broadened cliches in imaginative scope

Can even cope when you have an old spice soap on the rope
In certain circles vain cliches again best to hold my breath to count to the number ten?
Love is dead but God is still alive
Love is Hollywood philisophical fake promotion

Phat Kats with blue hats sipping on some magic potion
Rubbing their fake boobies down with Tropicana lotion
Love is dead what is going on in the societal mindset head?
We have erected fabricated idols out of vanity

Vanity of Vanity all is vanity!
We squeeze money out of the imaginary machine turning green
Just to watch that Obama dream?
If you ask me were still living in the evil land of mean!


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Blood Bath

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!!


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Hungry Soul

 Into the restless violent light
A hungry soul to trespass the night
Flash bang fire in streetlight glare
The walking carcass of torrential despair.
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   Deep sunk eyes in mangled cure
This heartbeat pumps the blood of pure
Evilness that relies on pain
The hungry soul in restless gain.
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   Fortunate paths on the Jesus cross
Where stop lights dim and love is a loss
Anger floats in stripping gauge
A couple gives life to price the wage.
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   To then the night draws in the mind
Needless souls devouring time
Led astray to fell the night
Separated, less gripping tight.
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   A puncture glistens this now stained knife
As the dying husband sheds tear for his wife
This hungry soul plunders his sin
As the evil encompasses the skin.
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   Night falls dawn to horizon fare
The evil withdraws within the lair
Til moon arrives in blood tint glow
To feed another hungry soul.
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     By:Darren J McMurray
        March 3, 2009


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Chemical Fire

Chemical Fire
Burn baby and give me some sulphuric hydrochloric acid smoke,
your fire gives me toasted tiktox and crisps me up nicely.
Boom goes the roof when 55 gallon drums go flying and it’s all ballistic.
The money shot is when the boss’s office goes up like a frigging rocket.
He was sat at his desk and went to the moon. 
Chemical Ali won’t be coming back anytime soon. 
Question is where is his ten million dollar profit?
Was it hidden in an empty oil drum on a pallet of dangerous chemicals?
All the factory is ablaze, three workers died and two were injured.
They should have got blood money for working there,
no risk to life was greater and no boss more meaner.
As flames reach a hundred feet and smoke a mile in the sky,
hindsight is way too late.


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Death

Lightning, thunder. Life's a blunder

Drops of rain. Feeling pain.

Velvet rose. Evil grows.

Crimson blood starts to flood.

Darkened hearts fall apart.

Bloody nails, evil trails.

Moaning, crying, hear the dying.

Crescent moon. Way to soon.

Then night falls. You hear death call.

It's your turn in hell to burn.

You hear a swish you make a wish.

You wish to live. For God to give

Give a chance to skip this dance.

The dance with death that you have yet

Yet to try. Today you die.

You have sinned. You won't win.

You hear a screech, its time to meet.

Meet the dead that you have lead.

Lead to you way too soon.

Heart in shock. Your body locked.

It's time to die but you don't cry.

You start to pray to live today.

You say to God: I've been caught.

I know I've lied, I haven't tried.

I've sinned a lot so death you brought.

Please forgive and let me live.

I'll live for you and I'll be true.

No more lies. I will try.

...But before you know, you have died...


©2009 ~FR34K0N4L345H33


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

Halloween

Once, on a night so dark that even the owl could not see,
There came to be,
An evil entity.

It was so evil in fact,
That not even the night could hold it back.

The night tried and tried it did,
But entrance to the land was finally bid.

So evil romped and stomped across the place, 
And it would not be erased.

The people fought and battled,
But it continued to eat the cattle.

It consumed the stock and the place,
The people had not the time to pace.

Now the evils belly was filled,
And the valley of Hallowed Een was tilled.

This is the story we all celebrate,
On October 31, when open is the gate.


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Evil Rides the Wind

A cascade of blood
flowed down the steps,
but the swish of the sword
hadn’t finished yet


Cutting through sinew
bones and veins,
torturing men
faceless no-names


Dripping in blood
and bellowing in lust,
a man with no fear
low sight for the just


Pillaging villages
putting heads on spikes,
raging with evil
with hatred he strikes


Riding through deserts
with bones all around,
these are his leavings
on the roadside are found


A warning to others
don’t knock on this door,
or your head may end up
rolling the floor


Mounting his hellion
he rides the wind,
a horrible form
eyes shine with sin


This evil does travel
and may gallop through town,
bolt your doors
and keep your head down


All through the ages
this evil floods,
gushing through streets
as rivers of blood


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Brianna Shutter - Bitch

Dark is black and black is dark; this is the day we did depart. No more saying it’s ok, no more hugs to take the pain away. You left me as if in rain and gave me unrelenting pain. You’re a wretched whore with no shame. I wouldn’t care if you were dying. As a matter of fact, I’d probably be smiling. I’d make you choke on your own blood; you’d probably take it as easily as eating cum. I’d tear your guts apart with a butter knife, and smother you with them from time to time. But that’s not it, no far from it my darling, I need to repay you for the pain you’ve caused me. Next I’d cut off your arms maybe your legs, give you some beatings with them. Can you feel the pain? Cut apart your chest rip out your bleeding heart. Take a bite, rip it apart. Can you feel my pain? Tear out your eyeballs, shove them in your rectum, crying and pleading. Can you feel my pain yet? No? How about ripping off your ears so you can’t hear? Now I see you are starting to fear. Crying blood and begging for your life. But I end your life with a violent strife. Dearest woman that was so close to me. Why did you make me do this to thee? Your laying in blood and rotten soil, your life no more, I feel somewhat humble. Revenge is taken, my deed is done, you are no more, and in hell you can have fun.





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Death Dishonorable

Deepening black of the coming night
Foretelling of the evil things to come
Swirling black clouds filled with might
The blackened place that hate comes from

Senses sharpened, sight honed blade sharp
Keen eyes searching in the blanketing fog
Tick tock tick... sanity of mind departs
Terror leaps from behind the broken old log

High pitched keening swells in broken notes
Rushing blood pummel confinements of the mind
Teasing wind shrieks and playfully gloats
your sanity is missing, left for you to find

Pervading evil and madness glittering cold
Bone shattering lonliness fills your soul
Terror... terror... terror... vicious hold
Paralyzed in a death that is dishonorable


Details | Free verse | |

Through a chosen vine

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.


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Mourning Song

They're fairies in the yard tonight,
I saw their silver twinkling lights,
they're spreading magic fairy dust,
to heal the wounds that broke our trust.

The garden gnomes have come to life,
to mend our souls so wracked with strife,
their curly shoes are capped with bells,
they sing a song of mending spells.

The magic of this place is strong,
I wonder why things went so wrong,
I need to cry or I will pop,
but fear the tears will never stop.

The calmness of the lake belies
the sorrow deep behind our eyes,
I pray but wonder if God sees
man's inhuman evil deeds.

They're fairies in the yard tonight,
I wish they could make all things right,
the garden gnomes let their spells fly,
and I am left to wonder why.

All the peace and beauty's gone,
and life is just a mourning song,
So now I just avert my eyes,
and evil comes as no surprise.


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ADDICTION

He feels the roller coaster rush
eyes disappear into the back of his head
He indulges that evil feeling that grips him
that grips him like a pro pitcher grips his baseball
like a baby grips his bottle
like a soldier grips his rifle
The short ride is over
he wants that evil feeling again
he wants it to grip every fiber of his being
The short ride is over
he repeats the process as if it where routine and normal
as if he where brushing his teeth
as if he was embracing his mother with a hug
The process overtakes him he derails
the evil grip suffocates him he derails
the evil grip suffocates him
Another Statistic
Another Statistic

bY rudY


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How Do You Explain Murder?

What dark evil powers,
has Satan held in secret,
in escrow, till when he feels
like feeding
And innocent souls
serve him as his fuel
When his disciples,
crazed and spellbound...
become his soul controlled tool

I have had my taste of murder,
It's touched my life
more than once,
It's burned dark scars,
inside my head,
Before my eyes...
I've seen the live...
turned into the dead
And this at a tender age,
impressive it well was
In a way so negative effecting,
this evil that one does

No way you can explain it,
At least not to me,
I've seen it,
Up close and personal,
A sight I hope you never see.


Details | Prose | |

Innocent Elevator

As I hover over the darkened room, I wonder how I have gotten here. Did I die, was I 
dead? That was the only explanation I could think of for my disembodiedment. But 
concentration was lost as a little light exudes from the shiny bedside table. Little golden 
ringlets push back fluffy bunny sheets and tiny painted toes shiver upon contact with the 
bare floor. I watch as she looks frantically for “Teddy”, whispering his name with most 
urgently. She finds him at last in the toy chest, tossed in so haplessly. She gives him a little 
squeeze and kisses each shiny buttoned eye, then scolds him most harsh, for this was no 
time for hide and seek, he has a job to do. When she has had too much to drink before 
being tucked in to sleep, it is Teddy’s duty as man of the house to escort her to the 
lavatory. I glided without a sound, watching from high above as the two made their way 
down the dark hall, and said nothing in my waiting outside the bathroom door as the two 
giggled, splashing soapy water on the floor. But I couldn’t remain silent as Teddy talked the 
golden haired child into opening the front door after the midnight hour. I tried to warn her as 
she poked her curls around the frame to look down the corridor. And as the elevator doors 
across the hall opened revealing a shrouded man residing inside, my voice got stern and I 
spoke with a smoky voice. She can’t hear you, echoed inside my head, but I could 
not give up, they were in danger, this innocent kid and instigative bear. I screamed until my 
invisible voice was hoarse as I watched the tiny figure cross the elevators thresh hold and 
into the arms of death. Helpless I floated my front row seat to doom. And as the metal doors 
slunk closed, beauty and bear disappeared under a black cloak and all was lost. 

Curse you teddy, you are supposed to be her protector. How could you, she trusted you, 
curse you.

I cried ghostly tears and wept without restraint. What was the purpose of witnessing such a 
horrible event if I could not intervene? And as metaphoric tears streamed down my wraith 
like face, I myself began to dissipate. I closed my eyes to shield them from my complete 
disappearance. But I felt like I still existed in the world of the living. I opened my eyes to 
confirm my suspicion and in one fleeting moment of bliss, I realized it had all been a dream, 
a nightmare. My heart lightened, my steps quickened and I sang with joy as I readied myself 
for the day. What happiness to know that it was all a manifestation of an unsupervised mind 
and no child had met an untimely fate. No mourning mother, no depressed class mates, no 
scares for a society of the meek and timid. No, all was well. I was a bit startle at the thud of 
the morning newspaper hitting the cement of the porch, but I was so high on a life saved by 
circumstance, I wasn’t going to let it give me a fright. I gingerly opened the door and bent 
down to accept the printed gift from the city when I saw the headline on the front 
paper. “Elevator Killer” Claims Another Victim. 

My knees sank; my heart sank, never again would I close my eyes, never again would I 
dream.


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the original author. © Alisha Groves


Details | I do not know? | |

Send The Troops Home

A necessary evil in this world is war, that is for sure,
It's necessary to use force, so human dignity and rights may endure.
What's evil is all the blood money lining top government pockets,
So many innocent people are dying and only government can stop it.

Who really knows how much money they intend to make,
How much money is worth all those innocent lives that are at stake?
How much longer is the United States going to justify staying in Iraq,
My personal opinion is oil is less important than dying soldiers under attack !

Saddam is in jail, a new government is now in place there,
Now leave them alone !
It's time to get more help for Katrina victims,
SEND THE TROOPS HOME !


Details | I do not know? | |

Recognize

Will you Recognize the evil when it smiles and shakes your hand?
 As It tells you lies that open you eyes and poison your foods with Chemical tools.
Better health long life is the Promise you cannot top this! 
There is no promise more false in this land more readly believed then the 
Gospel.
Yet given a close insepection the cancer of this reflection is evident in the the way 
you die today. 
So i say to you as we go to war, Who among you,WHo among you has looked 
deeply at the man in charge? 
Is his faith real or is it a shadow of a former lie?
A lie told to a differant nation under the same disguise of Liberty Justice and the 
Nazi Dream. 
This war is not the first and although many feel it will be the last.
The whole world destroyied in one hot flash. 
Man as a race has been here before thousand of years ago we knocked on this 
door.
So long ago that the memorey is all but gone.
 I've been told im like a man who had a dream,I'm not what i seem.
 1947 is the year to recall weve won the war were the words printed Tall! The war 
is over and what did we get?
 Scientist  compleete with there gifts! Gifts of war and hate to recruit to our side. 
Them and there families taken in with Pride!
Look for them now you know who they are running the show and not from afar.
So ill ask you one more time. 
Will you Recognize real evil when it smiles and shakes your hand? 
I do and its ruling our land! 


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The Old Crow

She commissioned her good humour to put up with it once more.
A reoccurring miscreant still knocking at her door.

A demon spawn of evil tricks he beckons her to open,
Incessant little parasite his ritual nary broken.

Away the door - it shuffles in without a care implore
She grasps the tome of many creatures and forgotten lore.

A paragraph within it’s pages brings a mental sight
The demon spawn of loathsome evil listens to the plight

Tired from the sinful stories that were encased within
She puts the Book beside the spawn that put her in the spin

Her snoring became silence as a quiet moment rose
Her weary face no longer knotted was now a happy glow.

His tiny fingers touch her face, obliviously adored,
“I love you nana” he exclaimed and gently shut the door.


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Kahlias Mission

Kahlia’s Mission

All white moonshine heroine spectral gaze 
of needle point stars lighting your way to holy city. 
Streamlined like a wraith, as silent as the earth, 
aviation fuel blood in your veins.

Calm pilot at your controls, autopilot plotting 
your doomsday course to a target over the horizon. 
One small bomb recessed under your white belly, 
large destructive power for one million dead. 

Back to their base gasses, atomised. 
Not long now, digital clock ticks away the start 
of Kahlia Akasha’s nuclear bomb 
run on an innocent Iranian city. 

What price World War 3? 
No innocents on a planet of guilty people.


Details | Ballad | |

The Last Sleep

 Turn back the sheets to be under
Mind not storm and mind not thunder
Sleep -O, sleep to be the wonder
See not the ghost eye stark!

Shut out ghostly faces hailing
Till the morning and the wailing
And the ghostly voices failing
Fear not the dark!

Move into days not to number
Move into a gentle somber
Move into the mist and slumber
Fear not the evil bark.

Hear not ghostly voices calling
Hear not of your sprit falling
Hear not of your scream appalling
Fear not the dark!

See not ghostly mist go yearning
See not ghostly spirits turning
See not ghostly light hell burning
Fear not the ghost eye stark!

Touch the wind cold and sleeting
Touch the cold heart stop beating
Touch the light glowing fleeting
Fear not the dark!

I give to you not a warning
I give to you gifts of morning
I give to you no bell horning
Fear not the evil bark.

Sleep in peace evil out-driven
Sleep in peace fear un-shriven
Sleep in peace so be forgiven
Fear not the dark!

Sleep not craven or unseemly
With no night light gleaming dimly
See no ghost-face watching grimly
Fear not the ghost eye stark!

Faith of heart, must not be taken
Or from shadows of night shaken
Never will you be forsaken
Fear not the dark!


Details | I do not know? | |

Terrorist's

Killing & Mameing makes you happy,In the eyes of the free world you
are seemingly Whackey!Terrorist's who love to toss the Grenade,Running
and hideing like a true Renegade. You love to instill anguishing pain
in'st your fellow man!, Cutting and slashing as a real demon
can,getting your way no matter what,Killing and hurting with guns and
even a cut.You single Americans out of all men as God is watching,
He'll make you pay for your sin! Blood and torture be's your main
theme,Killing and pain your only dream! If demonstrations you had
tried instead,The world would be happy minus bloodshed! Quit being
selfish, trying to reach your evil goal,Violence and death T'will put
you in Hell as body and soul!! Look out Terrorist's and beware!, the
U.S. of A, ye shall no longer scare as long as you try your evil way,
all free men shall make you pay!


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EVIL

It’s amazing how evil is spread
Look at Hitler and Saddam Hussein
Brainwashing innocent people
Making them play their game
The people are driver by fear
After having torture thrown in their face
To scared to do anything but adore
The dictator of their race
At the beginning they must know that it’s wrong
To hurt or harm an innocent soul
But after a while the guilt wears away
The evil has full control
The poor people of his country are puppets
To play and do with as is pleased
If they don’t conform to his demands
The trigger of the gun is squeezed
Disregarded of like useless dolls
Treated like mindless slaves
Not daring to make a stand 
Against the dictators evil ways
It must seem easier to side with evil
Then to be tortured for being strong
But when the evil is conquered 
They may feel that decision was wrong
Their weakness will be avenged
By the people evil did not touch
They will live to regret 
That evil affected them so much


Details | I do not know? | |

the beautiful die

Dont cry, only fly ,lift you wings to the sky.
go over there where I say, you can die another day.
But if this day you are shot,I will put honer in your rot.
A hero to be , cant you see,  the beauty of your destiny.
In my war theres no sorrow, only hope you  live tommorow.
In your gut you can feel,something lacks the appeal.
Kiil your brother, kill your friend,dont you know theres no end.
blood will fly, blood will fall, dont you heed the evil call.
Maybe tommorow this war is done, only know you havnt won.
love yourself and your neighbor,this war has no flavor.
you do this cant you see, war has no destiny.
fight the evil in your books,let lose all your hooks.
feel the hatred in the sky,know you will not die.
escape forever be,now you are set free.
blessed and honerd is this day,go home and bless your way.