Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

Evil Fear Poems | Evil Poems About Fear

These Evil Fear poems are examples of Evil poems about Fear. These are the best examples of Evil Fear poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

If you don't find the poem you want here, try our incredible, super duper, all-knowing, advanced poem search engine.

Details | Free verse | |

THE HOUSE OF SPIRITS

It looks like a simple brownstone building,
Not much different then any other but it’s residents,
Are of the haunted kind, not made of flesh and bone.
In every window a wind chime stirs, gently caressed by
A chilling winds icy finger tips, after all this is known as
The house of spirits.
Witchery or voodoo’s domain, it is a place of salvation for
Spiritual challenged, listen to the beautiful music they make,
Singing within this their walled cage of brick and mortar, these
Ethereal victims lost.
Here in peace they wait for the light to find them, a waiting chamber,
Of the lords misstep souls, those whom walked off the righteous path,
Yet are not without redemptions wanton of need.
Wanders of limbo’s astral plain, seekers whom roam blindly until 
Finding a doorway threshold, then crossing over, into this the house
Of spirits.
A corridors slender passageway, a way stations layover for those tired
And weary travelers to rest until their final journey’s end comes for them,
Sanctuaries power house of the supernatural.
Behind these red doors dare not the mortal flesh clasp the gilded knockers,
For within are things of the unspoken variety, creature protectors waiting at
Bay for the stray intruder to wander forth upon this sacred ground.
Angels kindred brethren whom seek out evil, destroyers patrolling the
Darker shadows for night stalkers whom wish to feast upon the forsaken.
But light’s white power is a mightier force to be reckoned with, and vanquished
Will the devils spawn into the depths from which they came, into the bowels
Of hell shall these demons be thrown into the blackened pit from which they came?
In the twilight’s ethereal hour, a mid-ways breaking point between light and dark,
A shimmering glow strikes this standing watch tower of abandonment’s forgotten,
And heaven’s flood gates are opened unto them, calling these the lost upwards
Towards nirvana and at last know true peace.
It looks like a simple brownstone building,
Not much different then any other but it’s residents.
Are of the haunted kind, not made of flesh and bone.
In every window a wind chime stirs, gently caressed by
A chilling winds icy finger tips, after all this is known as
The house of spirits.

BY; CHERYL ANNA DUNN

 


Details | Free verse | |

Eve

Does the past really matter?
 Does it set you free? 
I’m absorbed in the sin,
That is surrounding him and me. 

Lost in the curiosity,
Cold to the touch. 
Drenched in the poison,
With my dignity in his clutch.

Feeling like I was cheated;
I chose the evil instead of light.
I traded in the sunshine,
For what lurks in the night. 

I disobeyed his orders,
I gave up security to be unsure.
I went against the warnings,
Gave into darkness instead of remaining pure.

Once my bed was made of soft grass,
But now it is made of stone.
Was plump from all of the luscious fruit,
Now I’m starving to the bone. 

My curse is one of circumstance.
The punishment a crime,
I’m stuck inside this dampened cave,
For the rest of time. 
My world came crashing down,
The grief has not subsided.
My heart broke completely,
When my sons collided. 

My misery a token,
From the abandonment I earned.
Upon the time spent in sorrow,
There was a lesson to be learned.

Have I found the moral?
Only in time we shall see,
For all I did was eat an apple-
From the Knowledge tree. 


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 | Rhyme | |

A Day In The Park

In the park, I’d been all day
Reading all my time away
On a park bench did I sit
Until the sky became twilit

As light for reading began to wane
I heard the tapping of a cane.
And looking up, to find that sound
‘T was an old man which my eyes found

Bent of stature, with shuffling gait
And cane helping support his weight
He moved toward me in twilight glow
The beard he donned was white as snow

His hooded cloak there in place
Hid from view his bearded face
But … he moved on steadily 
And closer then he came to me.

My gaze shifted to my book
As his passage overtook
My presence and my train of thought
On that park bench I had sought.

Then, unexpectedly,
I found the man right next to me
The hooded shroud was still in place
Preventing me to see his face.

Without a word the man sat down
And to my face that brought a frown
This bench I wanted not to share!
Yet he sat down without a care.

In protest was I about to speak
When he lifted his hand antique
And then in voice commanding low
“I’ve something you should know”.

By his voice was I hypnotized
My entire being was tranquilized
I stared at antique hands so pale
Then began the old man’s tale:

“You’ll find a house not far from here
Filled with loathing, filled with fear
And you might wonder how I know
My presence here makes it so”.

“The house, it sits on Wilsons’ Hill
All abandoned, cold and still,
Trees stay barren, grass won’t grow
And constantly do ill winds blow.”

“Birds won’t fly, dogs won’t walk
Stray cats don’t even stalk
Across or near that House of Hate …
Listen now … it’s getting late!”

“From deep within that house at night
Emits an eerie, glowing light
Oh, that light … I know it well,
It’s emitted - straight from Hell!”

“Once a man of youth was I
Having aspirations to the sky,
And senses of immortality
And those of curiosity.”

“‘Twas one summer long ago
On a dare I was to go
Walk inside that House of Hate
Then return to re-instate,”

“My belief and then decree
The house contained but normalcy.
I took the dare - I walked inside,
And since then … I there abide.”

“Now, ’tis only once a year
That I’m allowed to quickly veer
Outside it’s walls, and rusted gate
And find someone to share my fate”

“To embrace the horror I’ve endured
To expand the evil I’ve assured
To return with me and be my mate
And share the Evil House of Hate.”

The old man then turned his head,
And as I looked, with growing dread,
His hooded shroud moved in place …
At last I saw his bearded face.

Within two hollows dark as night
His eyes were embers burning bright
And just before he cast his spell
In those embers I saw Hell !

Reaching forth his ancient hand
Whose touch would be my deadly brand
I jumped back, as I screamed
I was quick, but slow it seemed.

I grabbed the cane, swinging hard
And caught the man quite off guard
I heard the thud, and filled with fear
For his status was now unclear

But … for all the things I feared
I found the man had … disappeared.
No shoes, no cloak … it was plain
Left only was his walking cane.

Many years of time have passed
And I can tell you now at last
‘T was the cane that held my fate:
I live now, in the House of Hate.

And now, too, I will stride
Through that park and take a ride
On a soul of someone there
And to you, dear reader, I say … PREPARE!




Details | Ballade | |

Men of shame

Men of Shame

There’s a kind of sickness going round
That makes man act cruel.
He lives in a sordid little world
Creating his own rules.
Ruling with an iron fist
Cause power be his thing
Because his minds is very small
Such misery he brings.

His women have no rights at all
For they be mere possessions.
This ugly kind of human being
Has failed he all those lessons
That teach to act with decency
And treat a woman well
This evil man he treads a path
That leads him straight to Hell

His lady shrivels up so all
As he breeds within her fear.
He’ll raise his fist to bully her
Then say he holds her dear.
She doesn’t know just where to turn
She is caught within his trap
As he treats her like the enemy
And makes her life like crap.

Now when I meet a man like this
I look at all his shame
I don’t care about his childhood
It’s only he to blame.
He takes a Goddess, stops her flow
And bends her to his will
This man is such an evil beast
Maybe, he’ll even kill.

Written in 2003.


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 | |

Cold

Voices bottled up, far away…out of reach
I still hear them, echoing in my brain
I try not to believe the fear—the disdain
So long I have avoided their gaze, 
But here they are again, at a distance—
All ablaze!

I toughened my shell that night,
From the amplified words drenched in my hands
I cried so many tears for no words came
Unionized by grief and frustration,
How could I ever embrace such abandon?

I thought I could recognize by the fruits
As they were right before my eyes
But within their very cores,
Tears blur the rotten cries
The very words and deeds unspoken—untold
The very truth you tamper and mold
As fists clench—as confused youth look on!
He fashioned you with gold! 

I hear gleeful harsh warnings—poetry—of the collateral damage of my brothers
Running up and down the streets—rampant to get at others
I try to see the beauty in every single shade
But now, all I can do is pray

Voices bottled up, far away…out of reach
I still hear them, echoing in my brain
I try not to believe the fear—the distain
So long I have avoided their gaze, 
But here they are again, at a distance—
All ablaze!

All I can do I can do is pray
All I must do is pray

As the fumes of the anger light up today
Destroying all trapped inside
Splitting the atoms of our faith
I promise you will fall!!!
How gleeful you all are!
I promise the unity is all a dream
Nothing’s like it seems

Inside, I feel blood boiling, but I cringe
Refusing to add to the chaos
My voice box bludgeoned by their fears 
Replaced with stranger’s tears

Too long have I avoided my gaze
In the mirror showing nothing but the hardened
Unable to recognize the rot within
I stay…I pray
Until true words heal and answers free
And the rest I leave in the hands that see

Here they are again
Within me, around me
Surrounding me
Frozen—cold… unfeeling, BOLD. 

He fashioned us with gold
He fashioned us with gold


Details | ABC | |

Oof





	
Oof

Don’t put your view all are blind
They can’t see ten or nine
They have determined they can find
Solution is already all know shrine

Bereave is not necessity it always dawns
Scarce barks all the day as unwelcome guest
Put your disguise on your veil
All viewed your deceitful hay

Shame on you for being that that
Looting always day by day
Poor creatures are suffocating
Swallowing your poisonous play.


Details | Classicism | |

Mistakes

Oh what a mistake I have made,
Traveled so far to end up this way.
  Not in a million years would I have guessed,
That this idea was truly not one of my best.
  Never had  known things had changed so much,
We for sure had fallen so far out of touch.
  So many different do's , don't , and bewares,
Actually has left me absolutely  scared.
  What a fool I was to ever believe,
That she would ever be in love with me.
  At my age you would think I know better,
You can trust this will be remembered forever.
  Oh what a terrible mistake I have made,
Wanting all these memories to just fade away.
Tac


Details | Rhyme | |

Put a bullet in my brain

Put a bullet in my brain
as the rain sweeps her out of my arms
and places her into another's.
Put a bullet in my brain
for I don't want to see love slip away
please end my suffering,
for I don't want to dare see her in the arms of another man.

I fear the tear that slips away from my soul
and touches the ground with a splash
as she is washed away by the lashed memories of the rain,
please, someone put a bullet in my brain.

I can't bear to see her with another man
laying in his arms
as he charishes her beauty
just like I did to her.
As she smiles and laughs at his jokes
my heart would not bare the sorrow and pain
that would tare my heart apart into pieces of tainted love.
Please tell the rain to stop,
as the pain grows when rain comes down,
please someone end my suffering,
put a bullet in my brain
and stop the rain
that washes away every memory of her.

Stop saying you miss me
and just kiss me
for I can't take the pain
of the rain that takes you away.
Kiss me and stop saying you miss me
for those are useless words to me.
Love is where it's at, so show me.
Don't go with him, he'll treat you wrong.
Love and laugh with me till the break of dawn
as we yawn the long night away.

Kiss me and don't say you miss me.
For if you go away from me,
I couldn't bare to take a tear and waste it away.
Tears, sweet tears crying for you,
doesn't that mean anything to you?
I ask you, stop the rain,
stop the pain and put that bullet in my brain.

Let the red blood flow from my temples.
Let the plow dig my grave,
for I can't bare to see you with another
in his arms, him kissing you, where I kissed you.
I can't take it, I have to make it,
make that pain go away.
Prayer didn't help, God turned a blind eye
when I came up and said why!
Put that bullet in my dome
and when I lay in the coffin, looking at the roof of the church
you come and kiss me, and then you can really say
that you'll miss me.


Details | Alliteration | |

Bullying

Bullying

Berty Beaver, he was quiet
He never said too much
Yet Molly, Berty’s little wife
She mouthed off just a touch
She’d always threw her weight around
And poor old Tiny Tim
 He got a slap most every day
And times his days felt grim

Molly, well she was his mum
And though she loved him so
She always had to nag someone
And give them a cuff or blow
Tim became a poor young man
And shrunk from every one
And as the bully’s hung around
More evil did get done

His mum she says ‘now that’s not on
They don’t do this to my son!’
And she goes running to the school
Oh, she’s an angry one
She glares the teacher up and down
And lets her know who’s boss
Teachers try hard to placate her
Though, they only suffer loss.

Then Tiny Tim, comes running in
And says right to his mum
[Frustration snatching fear away
No more his mouth hangs numb]
‘Look Mum, at what you always do!!!’
He says with voice stern
‘If you’re a bully too, then how
Will us kids ever learn.

28 June 2013 @ 1727hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

Every body's New Year

EVERY BODY'S NEW YEAR..

There is something, something going on.
No one knows it, but something is wrong.

Everybody  around to enjoy the year.
Celebrating this year last cheer.
Counting from 10-1, forgetting 2012 is near.

The ignorance of this world has hit again.
Spreading happiness through every window pane.
Sending hugs and kisses to every friend.
Forgetting the feelings of the short times we felt insane.

Relaxing to the joy we create.
Acting like we enjoyed every day.
Passing smiles on this one day the whole world celebrates
For this one day we all await.
Asking to shake the hands of the ones we hate.
Forgetting about the worlds ~2012~ due date.
Cheer from me before it gets too late.
10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,,1
Happy new years, everyone!

Let by-gones~ be bygones
Cheers, cheers, toast your beer.
My new resolutions list is here.
In one blink of the eye its over 
And a new year begins..
Look at it this way,  we have 365 days.
To say life stinks all over again..
 
Happy new years to that , my friend!!

 ~   SKAT  ~
 12-30-1999


Details | Rhyme | |

The Rotten

Analysis read—and wronged—and pulled
Lulled into our idealistic mess
Words no longer ours but hung distress
Farced in carnality—they are ruled

Soundness remains what we will believe 
And all else is but tethered nonsense
Clinched tightly in unfriendly absence
Overcome in overwrought relief

The judges judge on behalf of tongue
When ears and eyes close achingly tight
And perhaps in woe we find them right
For witches sought and bound must be hung!

Lower than the softened dirt that cures
Where worms in halves blindly come to eat
The higher crush with tormented feat
And the suns scorch what is left of hers

Answers never tried—and cured to hide
They look to superior sources
The rotten are the strongest forces
Ripened and toughened with bequeathed pride

-Iambic Tetrameter
Contest: Metrical verse
Sponsor: Giorgio Veneto
Laura Breidenthal


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 | |

Alien In My Own World

I’m an alien in my own world
I think only I can see from above
I see the entire Earth
I see people, but no love

I try to tell them 
They’re the aliens in this world…
This world was built to be loved
And yet all they do is hurt…

Look around…the world is round!
It is spinning for us!
For me…
Because there’s not many humans to be seen…

I know I’m not alone though
Humanity will never die…
That’s something that I know!

You created districts…
You ripped humanity into pieces
Now we’re fighting like we’re beasts
I mean…I’m from the Middle East…trust me I’ve seen…

I’ve seen the value of one’s life
Destroy a home for a dime
Destroy humanity and it doesn’t count as a crime…
and yet…I’m out of mind?


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 | Dramatic monologue | |

Nightmare on Elm street

            "My college try at 'You're in a Horror film "


               something has taken over his spirit
                I do think I'll be his next ...

                The land line rings , I answer Hello ? a response with crackling voice.
               " Do you remember me , I am an old friend ? "

                Who is this ? I respond noticing the rain falling hard ..
                a sketchy voice response..

                I am here , can't you see me? 

                "is this a sick Joke ? as I grab a knife for protection"
                I'm calling the police ! This is Harassment ! 

                " The police are here ' ....'in a psychotic response 

                The lights go out , the lightning from the storm has
               hit a tree, I am scarred now, looking for all candles to light my way

                A loud Knock !  Again a knock , I  slam the phone down , fearfully
                 lock the door fast, yet trembling. It's as if someone is breathing 
                 a cold breath with a long finger nail running down my back ..
 
                Knock Knock again , I look out the peep hole, it is the police !
                 Opening the door , The Policeman says " We are checking to see
                 if you are Ok ? You need to let me in and stand behind me "

                  The policeman calls for backup to Elm Street .
                " Someone said they saw a tall man with a mask and knife enter
                 your basement , The storm has blown out the electricity, lines are down "
               
                Grabbing the cordless, I respond " someone just called , scarring me! "
              
               That is not possible , these lines have been down for hours , the person 
                 driving by called prescient on a cell. 
                             

                    I try to get a line and the phone is dead ....

                 The policeman is searching the home with a flashlight .
                  As he goes into the Kitchen I see a large knife in his Back shirt ,
                  Now he is laughing ..the phone rings ..

                 
                 
                         'you're in a Horror movie contest '      
                 
                


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

The Choice

The World

My work is over time to head on home
Made lots of money trading stocks on-line
I told my secretary she could leave 
Askance my traders quid pro quo was fine 

I entered elevator floor nine-teen
Pushed ground floor button number one then saw
Another door to lift laid opposite
Impossible, turned ready to withdraw

The Devil's Minion

Unable to escape the way I came
The capsule doors on other side agaze
Was drawn out by a large, dark silhouette
Inside a narthex three closed doors ablaze

I listened to malefic force within
Effulgent scuttles have distracted me
With ears submitting to an evil force
On knees established I forlornly see

The Choice

The devil's minion utters chilling words
“You worldly man you face deserving death”
“You will be given one last stabbing choice”
“You get to choose a door with your last breath”

If there's a god I pray you save my soul
The dark and eldritch spirit yield a laugh
He said “each door is named must pick one now”
“Not fair” I said, he showed me golden calf

Door number one depicted the word ME
Door number two was written the word YOU
Door number three aglow with the word HIM
“What in the hell am I supposed to do ?

I looked at evil spirit's saber drawn
With my last breath I ran to a new dawn

_____________________________________________________


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 | Free verse | |

Infinite Energy S

Get on your bike and get out of my face it smells of fish and oil on the beach this peachy day cape on my shoulders to fly away up with the seagulls I sh*t on your face Now that the body has been properly buried full of the scars from the wars do I carry I cannot believe you all find me scary I skip full of spirit for despite this I'm still merry For on this day God smiled on me gave me the sign to renew my belief and with his presence I shall achieve an eternal life filled by my infinite energy (S).


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

AN EINSTEIN FORMULA

The wall of horrors was never to be addressed.
I watch these monsters emerge as marvels.
Ten little white thumbnails aglow were detached setting in two rolls.
A short man stood by himself with such a pose.
There was a giant of a man in the line of the wall very composed.
These monsters would visit my house for what I do not know.
However, on this particular night, my skin begins to crawl.

The wall of horrors was never addressed even with my grandma being of Irish blood.
The short man that stood by himself was a leprechaun.
He would just stand there and show his rotten teeth.
I would shout out to him who are you to be.
The giant would not move one inch.
The little white thumbnails were also men.
Let me now mention the black goblin who eyes were effervescent.

The wall of horrors was not addressed.
On this particular night, I became rigid.
Hair follicle felt in the arms cause me to jump up and run.
In the front room, I went to tell my mother about what I see.
She told me go to bed.
I was an obedient child and went as she said.
Fast asleep, I desired; however, I only closed my eyes.
I will awaken, as day broke, with new profound knowledge untold.
_____________________________________________________|
PENNED ON OCTOBER 12, 2014!


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 | 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 | Blank verse | |

Whispering Night

In a strange 
environment under gross 
darkness and whispering 
night,I found myself with 
a companion.
 We walked an endless 
journey across the 
woods..eerie sounds we 
heard,a crack! then the 
undead resurrecting from 
marshes,we ran seeking 
for cover.
  These creatures howled 
as they drew near with 
blood dripped 
mouths,my fear 
deepened,I called out to 
my friend a flesh eater he 
became.
  Under the whispering 
night I stood alone, 
seemed the world stood 
still,as these monsters 
encircled me,I closed my 
eyes wishing I was not 
born.
   Suddenly,a bright light 
shone,dispersed 
darkness,repelled these 
zombies-then eerie noises 
ceased, and the world 
revolved once again. 
  A knock,I realized I 
drifted to sleep as my 
companion entered my 
car.
  We zoomed off towards 
the horizon under the 
bright sky.


Name:ifeanyi B. 
Ekechukwu.
Date:24/10/2013


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



.


Details | Sestina | |

Dark Woods C F H

I have this story of the garden of evil I saw.
Darkness called to me, I was drawn inwardly.
Walking, a glimpse of beauty came into view.
She intrigued me as to why she was inside.
When I stepped in front of her she smiled.
Not an ordinary smile, one of pure wickedness.

She spoke to me calmly at first, as my eyes did view.
Transformation began as her beauty faded inwardly.
I swear to you that I felt like darkness had smiled.
Her shape changed and now a devil my eyes saw.
Beckoning me she said come with me inside.
My soul captured my mind knew now wickedness.

She told me that I was hers now as the demon smiled.
That I had to take my place beside her in wickedness,
Which the garden of evil was now placed inside.
That the evil call had embedded my heart inwardly.
As she took me aside to a mirror where I could view,
What happened to me, undeniable is what I saw.



I was changing outwardly, as well as inwardly.
My eyes were blood red and horns came into view.
I had become her male counterpart, we both smiled.
Within a couple of moments, I was lost in wickedness.
Then out of darkness other creatures came from inside.
More and more demonic creatures are what I saw.

She said, Meet our armies that mankind cast inside.
That she had waited for me, again her lips smiled.
Upon wave of her hand a mist came into view.
It was me in previous form, yes, you were evil inwardly.
Your whole mortal life you felt you had no wickedness.
Suddenly I knew she was right, this was a prediction I saw.

My destiny was sealed; garden of evil will keep me inside.
A consort I will be to her evil heart, fulfilling wickedness.
Thinking back in my dreams I could have changed what I saw.
Though forever and beyond, darkness grows inwardly.
As we held each other, a vision cast came into view.
We looked deep into each other’s eyes and we smiled.

What we both saw, within her womb something was inside.
We knew we shared wickedness, as the birth came into view.
Love, lust held inwardly, looking on, our baby demon just smiled.

Note. This was part of a dream I had and I feel it was a release to write this to help me fight my personal demons that have always plagued my mind and dreams, maybe I watched to many horror movies when I was younger, I have seen almost all of them more than once


Details | Ballad | |

The Alien

The Alien.
                           
"Here's the village Idiot
Here comes the loony fool"
So many taunts did follow him
Oh kids can be so cruel!
The Alien, his face all cowed
With caution treads his way
As the gossip done, invades him every day.

He's a shade too short on mighty brawn
He's a pilgrim of the soul
He's a Sailor floating through his dreams
And he has no worldly goals
And when those kids kicked footy balls
And swore and carried on
The alien got lost  within his own song.

He's been told that he be nothing
By so many through the years
And now his body broken
Still wading in his fears
The wings have made to open up
So the butterfly may rise
And so the mighty Phoenix 
must head he for the skies.

Dec 22 2003.


Details | Diamante | |

Devil-Angel

Devil Dark, evil Twisting, manipulating, tormenting Struggle between right and wrong Persuading, reassuring, convincing Light, righteous Angel


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 | 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 | Epic | |

The Emperor, and the holy man

The Emperor and the holy man

Once, a long, long time ago
There lived an Emperor
He had conquered half the world
He couldn’t be worshipped more
And everyone within his realm
They done what he did say
For each knew that to disobey him
Could mean his dying day.

One day this Emperor did decide
To sail to India
He’d heard about those holy men
And the tales in him did stir
A lot of curiosity 
He decided he would go
And find one, then bring him back home
He had a need to know.

Romanda was a holy man
He’s deeds were legendary
He never wore no clothes at all
And everyone could see
That he was someone very special
Many had seen his power
And they knew that time with him
Could bring one’s soul to flower

The Emperor sent some men to find
That holy man, did he
He told them bring that Guru back
Deliver him to me
So off they went to do his will
But Romando he refused
He said your man must come to me
Those soldiers were confused!

The Emperor, he was upset 
He found that holy man
He offered him jewels and, and money too
And he did not understand
When our hero turned him down again
He drew his sword on him
It didn’t look good for the holy man
That Emperor looked grim!

Romanda told the Emperor
“My friend, chop off my head
If this is what you’re bound to do
But you won’t kill me dead
I left this body years ago
You cannot kill what’s not
Oh, you may kill this shell I’m in
But that’s not worth a lot.

He said ‘why do you conquer
Don’t you know, it’s a disease?
When you have conquered everything
Will you then be at ease
Put your sword away, my friend
Don’t be so childish now
Know you a man who says he’s great
He really has no power”.

The Emperor was beaten by
A naked, unarmed man
The great man? Stood there foolishly
He did not understand
How this man was unafraid
He’d never glanced within
Great Emperors, they only know
The mind and all its din.

12 September 2013@1835hgrs.


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 | Ballade | |

The hidden crime

The hidden crime.

Sometimes, it really puzzles me
With my all these human fellows
Most of them are lovely folk
With ways all kind of mellow
They wouldn’t steal from anyone
Or do a violent act
Yet when it comes to using words
They’re cruel, and that’s a fact.

You see them everywhere you look
Those people gossiping
With all their judgment and hearsay
Such misery they bring
They only steal folks, reputations
They only murder hearts
Oh all this vocal nonsense 
It can tear one’s life apart.

And yet we take it, all of it
And treat it as a joke
No one seems to think at all
Cause that’s the way of folk
So murders, suicides and such
They happen all the time
And all because the evil mouth
It be the silent crime.

6 August 2013 @ 1513hrs.



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 | Free verse | |

Don't Try It

A single kiss from thy lovely lips,
so sweet and so divine,
yet I taste posion upon your tongue.

Your beauty so glorious,
like a blooming rose so beautiful,
yet, why do mine eyes go blind
in the sight that you walk along with another?

Yes you, walk with another,
arm under arm,
lips touching lips in romantic kisses,
it makes my blood boil,
for mine lips are dry.

For mine eyes have seen your glory,
yet no one here listens to my story.
You are evil, yes you are,
don't try to deny,
Listen to a man of experience,
you might as well save some expense.

I write of our long romantic walks
we took together, under the shade of olive trees,
how we went apple picking in autumn time,
and made love in the foyer.

Nomore of that sweet and passionate love,
nomore silent kisses in the night,
when the wind blows hard against the branches,
that tape violently on my windowpane. 
Nomore somber tears shed, when you got sick,
and nomore warm embraces when you shed tears of betrayal.

Betrayal now is a game played by a fool,
such as I,
to think I'd have a happy life with you?
Huh, only a fool would think such a thing,
but now I sit, looking at the foyer,
where we once made sweet, passionate love,
nomore will that foyer be filled with exotic pleasure.
Nomore will you be filled with smiles and exotic pleasure.
I've done my job, as a good man shall do,
now pack your things and get of my stage,
the spotlight yawns for anew,
and the audience grows tired and restless of you.

Now I live life anew,
you too shall see life in new eyes,
walking hand and hand with the blond, blue eyed devil
you call your own.
Shall he take one kiss from your lips,
and die of the posion he tastes on your tongue,
shall he go blind, when he sees your true, black beauty?
He will see the ugly soul, covered up by white rags,
and cheap makeup,
and then he will come to me,
and shake my hand in condolence
and say, "You were right!"

Now you are all alone,
looking for another, as you did many times before,
Now you are alone, walking an open road,
spying on another,
fear of being alone.
Now, you see when you play games with a good man's emotions,
don't try it,
because a good man is not meant to be toyed with.


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 | |

Take Me

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


Details | 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 | Rhyme | |

Just When It Seems Like Life Is Overwhelming

Just When It Seems Like Life Is Overwhelming! Just when it seems like I’ve faced my darkest night… And things in life, aren’t turning out right… This is about the time, when things are falling apart! And I began to feel a lot of stress in my heart! I run to Jesus! I know that he wants to help me! He’s always here! And promises to never leave me! He sees me, and speaks words of comfort, to follow! He reminds me, that he’ll take care of today and tomorrow! He lets me know that he won’t let go of my hand! Everything I’m going through… He understands! He turns back all of the problems that are overwhelming! And I see what things my life, are becoming! I have fellowship with Jesus! Like I never had before! He’s given to me peace and hope! And much more! I’m glad I have such a wonderful friend like this! His love and joy… I don’t want to miss! Thank you Jesus! For turning my life around! And for plating my life on a solid ground! You’re all I want! And all that I’ve needed! With you as my Lord! My life has been completed! By Jim Pemberton


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 | Free verse | |

Pixel Wars

Tingling toes
of the megabyte cavalry
callouses scraping
along private roads
Cascading matrices
on the plasma periphery
peasantry bleating
on official commands
Stewing a cauldron
a festering foment
watering nations
from acid-soaked cans
BE SAFE!
say the oracles
so buying a check
but electing the cavalry
leaves the infantry wet


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

From Crow Woman - The Darkstead Rhymes

He who weathers the swirling black feathers
Like a kill laid out by the skinner
One ninety-eight eyes
Across the night skies
With a story to tell the town spinner
And the Old Woman knows
It takes ninety-nine crows
To serve up a man Sunday dinner.


Details | Rhyme | |

Star Gazer

imperial evil rings the rebellions bell  
and awakens the rebels fight 
allow for a new tomorrow 
a skywalker will be in plain sight 
his mind as sharp and committed 
as the nail that split the force
a parasite of the night are we
 the padawan has chosen his course!




 BY Mark Taylor: ......Star Wars......


Details | I do not know? | |

To Those Who Worship: Abridged Version

You!! You, I say you on the guitar?
Do you know who you are?
Or are you just an angel without a name?
I see your heart my sister!! And you do not sing for fame!!!
No, you live and love and play and dance to praise that man who Reigns!!


You!! You singing on the microphone?
Do you feel alone?
Or do you know dear brother Seraphim, that you help to put us in that zone?
To bow down low in honor?,
Of he who sits high on the throne?!!!


You!! You dancing in the corner, with your hands lifted high,
Do you feel sometimes like you wish you’d die?
Or do you know that when you dance, my Savior’s hands you untie?
To give us joy deep in our hearts and free our minds from lies?


My sister, I’m just a warrior, whose run in fear too many times,
My brother, I’m just a warrior, who fights the dark one with my rhymes,
And I press the boundaries of our justice for those who fall beneath the cracks,
I press in against the evil one, who puts this hatred on our backs,


But you? You see beyond this evil to a place I long to go,
You reach into the light of God, and the path to right you show,
For you bring the water of music to wash away our sin,
And because you choose to worship her, this battle we shall win,
For worship is the weapon of Sons and Daughters Divine,
For worship is the key to life and an end to these dark times,
For worship is a refuge in a world of sinister sounds,
For worship is a space ship that goes to realms of God renown,
For worship is my best friend’s and my eldest brother’s great delight,
For worship is the celebration of that freedom for which I fight,


Man can you see it?
Worship is light!!
Worship is tight!
Worship makes me take flight!
Worship ain’t black and worship ain’t white,
Worship is the power of love to wield the True Savior’s might!!


My sister, I’m just a warrior, whose run in fear too many times,
My brother, I’m just a warrior, who fights the dark one with my rhymes,
And I press the boundaries of our justice for those who fall beneath the cracks,
I press in against the evil one, who puts this hatred on our backs,


But you? You see beyond this evil to a place I long to go,
You reach into the light of God, and the path to right you show,
For you bring the water of music to wash away our sin,
And because you choose to worship her, this battle we shall win,


Details | Free verse | |

Sitting Alone

Sitting alone here,
all by myself,
looking at a reflection that I do not recall.
I see a face looking back at me,
a twin,
but not my twin,
no I see a pale face,
I see jealously, pain, sorrow, and a frown
I see all the negative.
I see fear,
I see nothing.

I am sitting alone,
in my room
white walls surround me.
I hear the trains blow their horns off in the distance,
and the cars and trucks roaring down the lonesome highways.
I can even the crying and wailing of sirens
blazing down the avenues,
"Where is the fire, folks!?"

The wind blows through my window,
moving the blinds back and forth,
and I sit there alone,
smiling and singing a little.
Sitting there alone,
peaceful and tired
wanting to rest my head,
but scared too face the nightmares.
Too hear the voices of the dead
call out my name.
And I sit there alone
thinking of what once was,
beauty and harmony nomore
in my trial of certainty.


Details | Quatern | |

In a dark, dark room

In A Dark, Dark Room

Tormented in a dark, dark room--
Smelling the foulness in the ground;
Flickering shadows in the gloom
That feed upon me, all around

Bound hand and foot, with neck exposed,
Tormented in a dark, dark room,
I only slept, when coffins closed,
With nightmares of impending doom.

I heard above a muffled boom
My eyes assaulted by the light
Tormented in a dark, dark room
Never more will I fear the night

I signed on with Van Helsings Free,
Hunting vampires from tomb to tomb.
I rescue others, lost like me--
Tormented in a dark, dark room


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 | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

THE MONTH OF OCTOBER

THE MONTH OF OCTOBER In character, the caricature was a creepy fiend. It has long nails and fangs. It comes in appearance during Halloween. The month of October starts with ghostly chimes that wind blows seven times. Therein, you will see seven black cats with fourteen shining. Mid-month is here and October begins to caste its spell. The satirized spirit has rose and everyone remains in doors until the day after. Three weeks have past and the Town is compelled to enter their heinous traditions. They worship the Demonic God and prepare for their ritual of cannibalism. Upon the fourth week of October, anthropophagites have found their feast and they begin to seek. Halloween is now three days away. Flesh eaters walked and swayed within an impoverished home and once done, it is a house of bones. Halloween has come and the Town’s expectations have launch to the last lost soul before the clock ticks midnight in this dark world. This institution occurs every two-hundred years. Halloween is something to fear. Insofar, the Town's occupants must beware and prepare for the worst each year. ________________________________________________| Penned October 29, 2014!


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Something is in the House

She is paranoid. Every evening during dinner, she asks her husband, “Is someone coming to get me?" Consoling her, “Of course not dear, you ask me this every night. And, no one has come, have they?" Still not easing the pain, she asks her husband “Is someone on their way?” He is beginning to get annoyed, "No, has not happened yet." He replies.

During the day while her husband is at work, she sits by the kitchen window – scanning the back deck and the front door. She knows they are coming for her. It makes her skin crawl just to ponder. However, she knows something he does not. It is not a human she is worried about, it is her vivid dreams of the spirits she fears. She dreams about them at night and senses them during the day. Surrounding every move she makes – she feels them to the core. Deciding to confront her husband, she explains of her fears. Please listen, "I have dreams of evil spirits. That is what I am afraid of."  Irritated, he tells her, "That is ridiculous. You just have too much time to spare." 

The next day she goes to the Golden Eye to buy some security. She tells the owner of her dilemma and that her husband does not believe. "Bay leaves," he tells her to buy. "It wards off evil spirits." He tells her to lay them under their mattress and that will take care of her fright. When she arrives home, she quickly opens the bottle. The smell is pungent in the air. She tugs at the mattress and spreads the green, thick, leaves about. Her husband comes home and asks, “What did you do today?”  Reluctantly, she had nothing to say. 

It was time for bed, relieved she thought she had found the resolution. She has sweet dreams and sleeps fairly well. However, when she awakens, she turns to her husband who is not there - only his clothes remain. She searches the house; he cannot be found and his car is still parked in the garage. “Oh no!” She screams as she returns to their room and lifts his part of the bed. Sobbing, she forgot to lay the bay leaves under his side of the mattress! He should have listened to her the first time; it was not all in her mind. This time they stole HIS soul. Are they coming back for hers?

©Holly P. Moore
   November 2012


Details | Rhyme | |

Shield Me

Shield me from this stain I bear,
remove this filth and smut I wear.
Cover my eyes from the evil truth,
discard these lies and hide the proof.

Guard my heart, these beats of pain,
from this spattered torn, loveless stain.
Protect this tired, worn out soul,
the one who beats out of control.

Defend my honor, grace and trust,
uncoil these spoils, away we must.
Preserve the mutiny, oust the pure,
coral the innocent with your evil lure.

Safeguard the takers, fakers and rest,
loosen the chains around this chest.
Release my dignity, vanity and control,
please shield my heart and cover me whole.


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 | 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 | Ballad | |

Black Demon

Black Demon.

The old black Demon's back again
He's pounding on my soul
He's prodding, always prodding me
This be his earthly role
The hordes of Hell move into me
With their whips and masks of steel
Invading me they rip my flesh
And break into my will.

I look into this Demons eyes
Though my body quavers some
As fear be powerful in my mind
I know what must be done
Oh no I will not falter
For now be courage time
That coward that resides in me
He be my cursed crime.

He turns his back, the bounder's gone
I've beat his hide again
If you look your demons in the eye
Their manner grows more tame.
But he'll be back on some tomorrow
He's the strongest force I know
He's my shadow and he's telling me
To move into the flow.

Socrares Dec 31 2003.


Details | Free verse | |

I lay sleeping

I lay sleeping with eyes wide open,
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning,
I lay sleeping with nothing to dream about.
I lay sleeping with no care and sleep with eyes blind,
I lay sleeping, there with my eyes wide open.

Seeing the dark change from dark to black.
There is no moon, there is no sky
just purple strokes of paint in the sky.
Take that morning dew smell and close your blind eyes.
Smell the morning, that smell that clicks in your mind.
The smell of childhood dreams,
that as an adult never came true.
Sleeping bare in the nude with your eyes wide open.
Thinking of her, as she is five thousand miles away from you.
Wanting to love and hold her, but no use in crying.
Sleeping their with blind eyes in the dark that dances in the light.

Your lamplight turned down low,
as life trickeles down in its nightgown and yawns for sweet slumber.
Tired from longs days, and sometimes long nights,
wanting to curel in bed and close its blind eyes.
Dusk will soon peek its head through the blinds
and awake life to a new dawn.
She sleeps in the morning, and walks at night.
When he sleeps at night, and walks with a bare nude heart in the morning.

Life climbs over yellow mountains,
and meets her fellow compainion
a handsome fellow with broud shoulders and blessed with an ego
as I sleep there with my eyes wide open.
As I sleep with my eyes blind to what life has intented for me,
and as I raise to walk the lone streets at the break of the dew covered lawn
at the first sweet smells of dawn,
I can see life go on with the handsome man
and I blind and wanting to go to bed.

I dream of dreams that have no meaning
Gardens of cluelessness and raging emotions
tare me down and I am confused on which way to go.
Do I stay here and dream away, blind and half awake
as life slaps me across my broad cheek?
Or shall I walk on with life hand and hand
and regain my vision of the world,
Start to sleep with dreams that make sense
and dreams that are made of gold and have no end?
Dream of fancy dreams that show love and happy endings
I would love that, and I would love to walk with life,
but she is out of my leauge.

And my bed is so cozy and I feel like sleeping.
So I shall sleep on more restless night chashing life down.
I lay sleeping with my eyes wide open.
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning.
I lay sleeping waiting for life to come back from the mountains
and lay beside me.
I lay sleeping with hope of regaining hope and salvage
what is left of my spirit at hand.


Details | Ballad | |

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 | 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 | Kimo | |

Welcome To Hell

When Osama bin Laden went to Hell
he met Mussolini there.
They both kiss Satan’s ass.


Details | Free verse | |

What did I do to deserve this

What I do to deserve this heartbreak,
this horrid and unnatural pain,
this cleche of events that strike me simultaneously
as the time ticks away,
and as the grinning faces pierce a whole through my soul
and my heart turns pale and slowly beats.
My heart is torn in two,
and I cannot find the doctors to stich me up.
I ask an old man,
how does love go about,
he smaked me in the face and went on.
The pain and the sorrow,
it is too much to feel,
too much to gain in one serving,
When I eat, I taste posion, not passion,
familiar faces turn grey, with ruby eyes and sharp fangs
they hiss at me, like a cat to a mouse.
I don't understand why I deserve this.
I am a good man,
who loves with open arms and a big heart.
With every hug I give,
I recieve a knife of betrayal in my back,
I feel the blood ooze from my open wounds,
suicidal tendencies roll through my mine,
but I quickly throw them out,
because Mama didn't raise no coward.
I see the blow, I clench my fists
and swing away,
God cries wanting to stop this madness,
Death laughs and soon joins in,
people join in and punch away.
I lay there on the concret blood everywhere,
my heart torn out of my chest,
each with a thousand knives stabbed in it,
as it slowly beats,
I lay their on the pavement,
looking up to the heavenly skies,
and as it starts to rain droplets of hope
I ask myself,
What did I do to deserve this?
Then, I shall close my eyes
and rest for awhile.

-9/23/13-

Inspired by all the betrayal and heartbreak I've faced, by so many cowards who didn't want to recieve my love. People I had thought who were my friends, came with invitations of humiliation and hate, and now I see who my real friends are; this pen and paper... Have a good day.
P.S. No one should ever be shown this much betrayal and heartbreak. I wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemy. Have a good day!


Details | Free verse | |

The Mist

It swallows everything in its path,
even man's breath! As it slowly moving along the streets,
only mourns and screams you hear; deaths happen 
during victim's broad vision. Survivors of the traumatic ordeals
claim that fading, whitish figures tear flesh with their long,
crooked nails; in some cases they slit victims' throats - the slitting
has an eerie, audible voice. Until now, exorcists and mediums avoid
this town.....  


Details | Ballad | |

Coming out of the shadows

When I was a young man
I spent nigh on a year
In an ugly, war torn country
That drove me close to tears
They sent me home before my time
For my health was down a tad
And my nerves were shot to pieces
Like I was going mad.

They said I had the symptoms of
That post traumatic stress
And so they put me on a pension
Oh I was in a mess!
Anger, stress, anxiety
And paranoid as well
Oh, I was in the darkest place
An awful place to dwell.

I tried so many things, did I
To try to cure this thing
Gurus, shrinks, and self help books
But none of this did bring
The sanity that I did need
I just got worse and worse
As I drove all my love ones out
Oh, I was so damned terse.

Then one day I found this pair
Whilst searching through the net
They taught me how to look at me
How lucky can one get?
The looking made my life so sweet
I’m now completely sane
Each day’s so pure and wonderful
I’m through with all the pain.

15 July 2013 @ 1340hrs.




Details | Rhyme | |

Arachnophobia

With this fear I'm a slave
Just like digging my own grave

Stitch stitch
Hush hush
Spiders in your bed
Stitch stitch
Hush hush
Spiders in your head

Spinning up
Spinning down
Climbs in your hair
Gives you a stare

Stitch stitch
Hush hush
Spiders in your bed
Stitch stitch
Hush hush
Spiders in your head

Tiny legs walking
In your skin crawling
Making wounds wider
Nothing can hinder
Just like a dead flower
Making me wither

Stitch stitch
Hush hush
Spiders in your bed
Stitch stitch
Hush hush
Spiders in your head

Takes a bite
Just a slight
Poisonous fangs
This sad song I sang
My view gets hazy
Making me go crazy
And as I bleed
My words do heed

Stitch stitch
Hush hush
Spiders in your bed
Stitch stitch
Hush hush
Spiders in your head



Accidentally deleted this Poem
My bad
Rewrote it and this came out.
I dunno if better or worse or same-same

For the contest "Along Came a Spider"

5/30/13

Pls. do leave a Comment
(/>_<)/ _|__|_


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 | Free verse | |

Like the frightened Jackrabbit, I run away from Love

Jump up and down like a jackrabbit
running through meadows
running from what?
Could it be heartbreak,
a venemous snake that hides in the grass,
hiding with fangs ready to pierce the tender skin
upon the tight, bronze flesh of everyday life?
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now!
I need a vacation a long way away from the faceless smiles
and ignorance of young girls, who don't look at you,
who don't show you love and respect.
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now,
as jumping spiders hop everywhere, crawling eight legs around me
my soul black like carcoal, but my heart still beating
slower this time, not like the days before
and like the jackrabbit running from anything and everything,
I run to seek love and vanish away from the empty voids
that people call, their souls.
Recording a film with no tape,
talking to a woman you love, but not having the guts to tell her how you really feel
Jump my boy, like a jackrabbit, take my advice
tell her before she leaves
turns down the endless avenues of endless dark love
the trees grow taller, taller than you
and you sit there feeling away yourself die, missing out in life.
I cannot see you lose your love.
Say it, say it, Say it!!! Tell her! Tell her! Build the guts up!
Build up the courage, tell her how you feel. Take her by the hand and never say goodbye! Never say goodnight, stay with her till the flight comes in the morning
of the first rays of sun shine through your dorm room take her and love her!
Do not be like me, the jackrabbit! I see no happiness
Reading poetry it makes me sad,
to write of others falling in love and I never finding the one.
People tell me, you'll find yours, have hope
but I am a frightened little jackrabbit
who flees from sounds of deep emotions, not having courage to fall in love,
not building the guts up to tell her how I really feel.
She walks alone, I find my oppertunity and sing my love song
She smiles and moves on,
please tell me I cannot fight anymore.
All I have to say is Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
I need a vacation
to go to some sandy beach on an island of love
and write and write and write, the same poetry that depresses me
but makes you all fall in love with words!
Fiction about love stories, please kiss me
Blue eyed death comes, plays a game of chess with me
I bet twenty, he bets my soul
Kiss me death, the only love I'll ever get,
besides my poet friends who kiss my ass
Listen to my heart, truely, I don't write of beauty
I write for the sorrow soul, the fleeing jackrabbit
running away from love.....


Details | Ballad | |

How do we stop this evil

How do we stop this evil?

Little folk come out to play
Their hearts brim filled with joy
While foulest men, with deep, dark souls
Their innocence destroy
As the world becomes a poison place
Cause who can small minds trust?
Because of sour brittle, hearts
All filled with grime and lust
Childlike joy begins to fade
And life turns kind of sour
How will they flower??

A happy place all filled with joy
Is how it’s meant to be
So little children filled with life
Can feel alive and free
Yet dark warped ghouls all filled with lust
With evil in their hearts
They prey on all this innocence
And tear small hearts apart
These little souls, they be our future
They must be nurtured well
Or time will tell.

Butterflies no longer fly
And birds no longer sing
With only fear within their hearts
No joy does life then bring
For little folk just made to love
How does this evil grow
Oh, I don’t know!!.

It seems the world don’t care enough
To stop this crime for good
So children, they can laugh and play
In a good safe neighbourhood
If the remedy don’t come real soon
The future looks real grim
These children, they will rule some day
Then decency will dim
Because young minds so badly poisoned
Can only come from fear
This seems so clear.


Details | Couplet | |

Scary Moments

Something’s lurking in the shadows. Something’s hiding in the dark.
Something’s out there by my window, so why doesn’t Fido bark?
Something out there wants to get me! I am losing my sang-froid.
Something wants to disappear me. I’m not being paranoid!
 
I used to have a neighbor woman--We cannot find her anywhere.
When I called for some patrolmen.  They did not show ‘cause they don’t dare!
Something outside isn’t human-- or at least not anymore.
A cannibal or psycho axeman, or just a clown covered with gore.

I’ve got the willies something fierce. Those shivers just won’t go away.
I’m not ready for the hearse. Too scared to run…too scared to stay.
Someone’s walked over my tomb, or given me the evil eye.
Something’s out there in costume--Trick or treat, it’s time to die!

Something’s out there by my window, so why doesn’t Fido bark?
Something’s lurking in the shadows.  Something’s waiting in the dark.


Details | Free verse | |

Light To Dark

You think you’ve gone just far enough,

I could smile knowing you’ve gone far enough that you can’t go back again

You think you were careful but,

I’ve caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form

You think you can find a way into my good graces

I’ve seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume

You can’t deceive me anymore and, I don’t consort with serpents

You think I’m a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win

Don’t underestimate me

You think I’m a joke but, trust me you won’t be laughing

You think I’m just talking myself up but, trust me, you’re the ones going down

My eyes took too long to adjust

Better late than never

It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours

My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep

Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet

Then I thought about the mess it would make

I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own

I was not weak, but I had a weakness

A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care

No longer

Now my heart is a stone so heavy

I could kill at least two birds at once 

Being the nice guy is a thing of the past 

Thanks for freeing me of that softness

You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things

When really I had just been swallowing razor blades

Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong

Can you feel my darkness coming, because it’s eager to hold you

If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run

Your gonna be the one with tired feet

I’m not sad anymore

Just sick with the plague of your lies

Contagious, and I’m looking for someone to kiss

Even angels can make themselves wicked

When we do, we take no prisoners

Still think I’m a game

This one is just beginning


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 | Sonnet | |

when we Hallucinate our known fear

When you hallucinate our unknown fear, In the act of offsetting the oracles.Therefore Forworning ownself from its sacrosanctity shear, Subsisting off at the expense of the rescissive cycle, & It is risked to be answerably clear of the recidivistion, On our ragout heads would yet behest fairer? In the greegree region, If the unbeknownst boko were only so tinder, Would not its saracenic harem stoke. So they shorn in the allotments of massive  alopecician , As trying tardy in some doubtful spoke, Men left out in its tincture realms, spun in 
the air like a coin to come to face the faced,Grappling with the Hecates seeing an unkingly estranged from what had besought men  engendered.


Details | Rondeau | |

Dracula's name

You call to me, deep inside your veins
And I rise from slumber, once again.
A shadowless answer, your heart beat stalls.
My feast in your flesh, my fate, your fall;
Undead being, I am your red bloods bane.

My fangs are long, is your fear the same?
My frenzy is heightened, by your pains.
My bloodlust will hold all those in thrall, 
Who call to me.

I do not exist, so say the sane.
But my true myth, will always remain,
For I too have walked among you all
And know well the hiding place you crawl.
Speak softly now, heart, Dracula’s name,
And call to me.


Details | Personification | |

A Fairy Tale Heroine


The big, bad wolf wears a suit of gray with a snide smile. Standing upright, he believes himself to be debonaire as he takes his comb from his breast pocket and slicks back his hair. Why does he flash his pearly white fangs and file his claws 'til they're razor sharp? He smells the fear of docile creatures; he taunts the weak, stalking his prey while vultures circle overhead in waiting. The face of evil in a fairy tale with girls wearing red cloaks and shepherd boys watching their flocks on hillsides. Flames like daggers from his yellow eyes pierce the pastoral images. Clear skies become dark by his phantom-like shadows. He walks tall in black boots of Italian leather towering higher than treetops in their eyes beyond the echoes of his menacing laughter. The woodland creatures cower in their hiding places, yet hope for a glimpse of the beautiful princess in her dazzling horse-drawn carriage crossing the forest. Through the darkness, the ancient land shines like an emerald with fragrant flowers in bloom; the petals strewn her path in a storybook from a child's shelf between rainbow bookends. Surely, heavenly showers shall rain down on the land and good shall overcome evil with rainbows coloring the pages as an enchanted princess in a shimmering gown rights all wrongs, though her strength is not immediately evident. Melodious birds fly on the outskirts of the tale, orbiting the forest without fear, searching for the light. The princess, oblivious to danger, dances amongst the trees calling the shy creatures from their hiding places. She ignores the wolf's hideous laughter in a dream-state. Looking for her prince, she kisses a frog to no avail then spies three little pigs with curly tails and fearful eyes. They know the wolf too well. His gray suit coats the dreams of their happily ever afters. Our heroine, the princess, wipes their tears, rolls up her sleeves, and builds a brick fortress. She bravely changes history to her story not giving in to fear. Fear only fuels her adrenalin rush 'til the job is done. The wolf huffs and puffs, bites and claws unable to infiltrate. He eventually sulks off on all fours with his tail between his legs and is never heard from again. At least, not in this storyland. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders for Fairy Tails contest (Debbie Guzzi) *the wolf is personified


Details | Free verse | |

A Hospital Stay - Part VI

                                                                   6.

                                                   Miracles and Miseries

The world resolved itself back into focus
As I lay amid the swarm of monitors
Still gulping the sword that brought me breath.

The worst now past
Many small miseries remained,
Chief among them the continuing mystery
Of my flooded, struggling lungs.

Finally I breathe well enough for the sword to be removed,
But the tests go on and on
The birth of each day bearing forth
Its own fresh indignity.

They give up guessing and haul me down again
To be opened anew and read for signs.

On the day this is done
The invisible agents of death outside
Decide to mock their pursuers
By leaving a tarot card at that day's shooting site.

They chose the Death card, of course
Revealing how little those 
Who choose to play God games really know
About the mystical.

Dreaming of omnipotence through dealing death
The unseen assassins miss their own meaning;
For this card signals change, the ending of present things.
They have unwittingly declared their game will soon be over,
Predicting their own demise.

Meanwhile the doctors make their own spread of me
And come up blank again.

     Once more I return to I.C.U.,
     Held together with staples.

     Once more the little agonies ensue:
     The sitting, the turning, the testing.

By night they come for my blood.
By day they come for  tests.
Always, in the background, the quiet moanings
Of we, the damned, condemned to medical Limbo
Roll on with the blind passage of hours and days.

     The English nurse comes, all brightness and bubble
     To heave my fragile self about;
     She's a welcome break in the monotony
     As my sustainers come and go.

Again the busy bedside conferences
And again the final admission
That all their probings have led down blind alleys.

A last-ditch effort is finally proposed:
Direct drainage of the drowning lungs.
To them this seems as a grasping at straws,
But to me it seems the one sensible solution,
And I look forward to it eagerly.
My inner mantra of "This too shall pass"
Is wearing thin.

Like a Christian martyr of old,
They pierce my back with their lance,
And the sea within that is drowning me
Finds its way out.

As the noxious waters within rush out,
Air surges into my grateful lungs.
From this moment, recovery becomes the new reality.

As I recover,
Indiscretion leads to capture 
Of the unseen terrormakers.

To the astonishment of all, 
They prove to be a dignified looking black man
And his enthralled protege' -
No prior convictions, no history of trouble 
Attached to them at all.

This is how our modern Destroyers come calling.
Well dressed, well spoken models of propriety.


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 | Ballad | |

Holy order of the Devil

Holy order of the Devil

It was a long, long journey
To find that quadrivial
We had to trek across the mountains
Though it was beautiful
The danger it was ever near
Those priests with all their din
Had made this place an evil lair
A reservoir of sin

We came to where the meeting was
All the priest were Gathered there
One read a pericope out loud
The atmosphere so rare
His ligures shone like a thousand stars
From the breastplates that he wore
The words he spoke with intensity
Touched each priest to the core.

Oh it was unbelievable
That high priest had such power
That night it felt so mystical
Yet nothing it did flower
Because the Devil pulled the strings
And the high priest was his tool
And everywhere the Devil went
His world was always cruel.

15 July 2013 @ 1725hrs.








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 | Narrative | |

Introduction To a Novel

 ‘April’s Fools’. 
Set in the 1950’s with poverty and slum housing still prevalent, to gain money, a father decides to sell his six children, never realising his plan which was really to re-house them, would place them in untold dangers.

   A young couple, both single parents, find themselves later burdened with many children but with few means to look after them.  Already hated by his mother-in-law, penniless and out of work, with a strong desire to be on the stage, Michael, does not let on he was divorced at the tender age of 21, he is already a father by his ex-wife and his lover; and now a child on the way by his fiancée.  As the family grows the money dwindles on drink. To gain money and a new home, Michael decides he must sell his six children and offers them for sale in a local newspaper, causing uproar.  This results in him being offered a job and cottage, away from the city. 


Details | Rhyme | |

I Knew Someone Who Wanted to End It All

I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to “End It All!” I knew of someone who just wanted “to end it.” Giving up on life, and did not want to “defend it.” It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation. He said what he wanted to, with no explanation! I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes! What he was going to do next, was anyone’s surprise. He turned to drugs and encountered addictions. With this brought much disease and afflictions! He gave up on the wonderful family that was given. And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin’! I told him about a God who loves him very deeply. As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary. I reached for his hand and began to pray for God’s power! It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour! The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body! He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody! The “end” that he wanted, seemed to just fade away! For the son of the living God, changed him this day! The glory of God, and the power of Jesus’ resurrection… Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction! He’s so thankful for the blood of Christ’ atonement! And is a different person now, because of that moment! This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU! Through the problems of life… He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton


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


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Cease Fire

The Crusades Began a Holy War
Which Continues to this Day.
We Kill, and Kill, and Now it Seems,
This shall Always be the Way.

One Side Scores, the Others Die,
Then the Cycle is Repeated.
It never Stops, It’s never Done;
The Battles Grow More Heated!

The Way to Peace, it Seems so Clear,
Is not Through Senseless Slaughter.
I Appeal to All, “Please Quit the Fight!”
Save our Sons and Daughters!

To Find Our Way out of the Dark,
We Need only Seek the Light.
A Solution Lies within our Grasp:
Forget who’s Wrong or Right!

This God or that, it Makes no Matter.
This Truth I have Acquired:
Be they Different, or the Same,
The Gods would Preach Cease Fire!


Details | Lyric | |

God help the foolish

God help the foolish

Everywhere I go
The trees grow oh, so tall
The birds, they whistle cheerily
It’s all so wonderful
This world is filled with beauty
To feast the eyes upon
God help us all when all of this is gone.

Some folk worship money
They have no other view
Short sighted is the way they look
They never see what’s true
Destroying untold beauty
For the power of owning all
They are killing everything that’s beautiful

God help the foolish
They know not what they do
They bring down forests to the ground
God help those crazy few
Where will they get their oxygen
When all the trees are gone
God help them with their foolish carry on.

A world without the beauty
Of trees, and birds, and flowers
Would crush one’s soul so heavily
Why do they need this power?
Oh, what’s the good of money
If this is all there be?
This planet dies, as I watch helplessly.


Details | Free verse | |

First shaman encounter

Coming ashore at the island of Trunyan to its teeth of bone eyes to four directions tongue bloodthirsty - what do you want this late at night? surely to seek help from the moon black chicken sticky-rice flower baskets : baskets a frozen kris at the tip of my shoulders suck the remaining portals of shame at the split of banana leaves I look at her purple sweat. her white kebaya sodden pura gede pancering jagat temple as foreground my name once again my name once again - that pot of authentic China rolls like a cart speeding out of my body like the shameless envious souls of jealous skeletons: “look ma, my soul reawakens, I am no longer dead” two baskets black chicken one o’clock that night the island of Trunyan rolled its tongue in laughter its tickled eyes stripping all bare its hoarse voice splitting the eerie road I want to go home soon – my boat is moored by the lakeside!
Notes : Kris – a dagger with jagged edges. Kebaya – traditional shirt that ladies wear in Indonesia, typically made of see-through cloth or brocade.


Details | Free verse | |

Ignorance

Some men are afraid of ignorance
They go about the land seeking truth
Opening their eyes to the filthiest of things
Wanting to know everything they can
They will never be fooled
Their knowledge will open others as well
Where the truth lies, ignorance lies also
Like a child longing for acknowledgement
Some fight blindly toward it
In hope to destroy it with their own two hands
Instead, it blooms elsewhere and grows
The truth shows us where the evil is
It exists as we do and lives as we live 
If evil in the man's eye does not exist
The absence of ignorance is a lie

Some men instead embrace ignorance
They stay where they are, content as ever
Their eyes see and their ears hear
Their desire to know is dull
The current takes them where it may
Truths are all but happenings
Their present is their pedestal
But the truth is still there
Walking in a dangerous dark
Calling on direction and value
Like a starved child screaming for sustenance
Like a father waiting to chastise his son
Ignorance is never ignored by them
It becomes their god
Can embracing ignorance, then, be a sin?

But even the treasure of truth can kill


Details | Romanticism | |

Hearts burnt out

The Hearts burnt out
with dying falls and cold, bone chilling winters.
(Love is gone for the fall and winter)
Just me, I stay alone
who walks the slushed streets and I sleep in the dirt grimmed gutters.
The hearts burnt out, but still a hint of love lingers
in the cold evenings of the winter falls.

The cold December nights are always the loneliest time
for a man to live alone in the dirty gutters of the ghettos.
And as the loyalists come marching down the cobblestone streets,
every heart with turn and fear.
The ones that do not go far, shall parish in eternal hell.
For the hearts are burnt out,
like the lamplights on the night of Kristallnacht.
The Jews of Malta, create fornication
and the hearts of the prostitutes hide with bruses and broken blood vessels,
on their faces and hands,
and they will hurry away to the dark shadows of lone alleyways
with hearts skipping beats, and hearts slowly burning out.


Details | Verse | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

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-


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

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.


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......


Details | Haiku | |

Vampires

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


Details | Ballad | |

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


Details | Verse | |

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.


Details | Ballade | |

The gentleOgre

The gentle Ogre.

There once was an Ogre, 
who lived in a cave
He was not aggressive
He wasn’t real brave
He’d sit and write poems
Or play his guitar
But everyone knew
That he went to far

For Ogre’s are angry
And Ogres are cruel
And it was well known
The top Ogre rule
You catch em you eats em
That’s just how it is
And they saw our weak Ogre
And they didn’t like this

But he didn’t care, 
He thought they were fools
And though they did treat him
So awfully cruel
He stuck to his rights
Like he always did
He had his opinions
Which he never kept hid.

But little folk loved him 
Adored  him,  did they
Whenever they saw him
It would make their day
They all did bow down to 
his sweet gentle power
Because in his heart was 
A beautiful flower.

One day they did ask him
To live with him there
They treated him tender
And gave him such care
They gave him a throne 
And made him their king
That sweet gentle Ogre
Was gave everything.

21 July 2013 @ 1713hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

Songs of Sorrowed Hearts

What makes this world go around?
What makes Death walk the Earth
and God sit on his throne and watch over us?
What makes love go around with such favour
and strut along side lonesome avenues?
What does a widow, a motherless child, a Vietnam veteran
and a boy who has had his fare share of heartbreaks,
all have in common with each other?

They were all promised a beautiful life,
free for all to love, free from the pain of betrayal
and anger.
We are what make the world go around,
I am the poet who sits and looks at love walk down the street,
and watch the blind eyes stare deep in my soul.
I am the poet, that feels the pain of a heart torn in two.
He his the poet who writes of smiles, to forget the frowns
and tears.
She is the poetress that writes of her success,
in order to forget her past that tortured her soul,
now he and she walk together writing poetry
sharing their love and smiles with the world.
But with smiles, also comes frowns,
with hearts full of love, comes hearts full of sorrow,
and someone has to stay behind and write of the bad
has to write and compose the songs of the sorrowed hearts.

We are all given love,
but it takes some whole lives to understand
the dark mystery that tags along with beautiful love.
Someone has to suffer the pain,
someone has to sacrifice his or her happiness,
so another poet can feel the beauty in happiness and pain.
I am willing to sacrifice my time and heart,
for my fellow poet to feel the smiles grow on their faces
and feel love uplift their heart,
while the black cancer tears apart mine.
I will go on, with what is left of my heart and smile,
and go into my room of creativity
and compose the songs of sorrowed hearts
for future poets, like that came before me.


Details | Lyric | |

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.


                                                 


Details | Lyric | |

Night Image

The hole in the wall is a portal.
and those stains on the ceiling are people.
At night there's a hum from the room next to yours,
and the sound gets louder as it gets to your door.

The moon is a spotlight that's shining on your bed.
It waits for the closet to shut out the dead.
As the faces on the pictures in your house are shifting,
the whereabouts of Fido are yours for the sifting.

You've heard it before, the night's strange noises.
The screaming of crickets as they're hushed from the voices.
They come from the shed of the house of your neighbor.
He's built it at night to cover up his dark labor.

He's seen you watching and he knows you are there.
That sweat from your brow has created a glare.
That unanswered call was the warning of danger.
But the call was from no one, a specter, a stranger.

That heat from the air is your house on fire.
It burns from events that have yet to transpire.
And now you are wondering what secrets we're keeping.
It's the ones that we'll whisper only when you're sleeping.


Details | Verse | |

Sunshine


Her nickname "'sunshine" where she worked, 
She's always smiling, some confide.
She has a certain lilting perk 
Of hidden beauty deep inside. 

Her journey home was twenty miles 
Of mostly dark, forbidding streets, 
Of tenements and garbage piles 
And people none would seek to greet. 

In such a spot her tire blew out. 
She stopped beside a littered curb. 
Abandoned cars and distant shouts, 
Of breaking glass and cursing words. 

The twilight turned a sooty grey, 
As five approached, all wearing hoods. 
She kicked the tire and yelled "No way". 
They bared their heads, they understood. 

She had the gift to win a heart. 
The group joined in to change her flat. 
She tried to pay the five their part. 
They "high fived" hands and that was that. 

She lived alone, her little home.
Her driveway was a welcome sight.
A long weekend she earned and owned
To sleep or surf the net all night.

Her drapes inched down and met the window sill.
The hand with dirty fingernails grew still.

She made a hurried circle to the Vet.
They told her "Bud" had been a nervous chore.
She told of his uncanny sense of threat.
Her Rottweiler was first one through the door.





.


















Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Emotional Hole

I did not find myself to be so important
So I ask my friends do I seem distant?
When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes
So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best
I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things
That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings
I do care, about my friends they are all good people
They tend to stand on their high steeple 
Today I find myself not so aware
Disbanding my fear of regret and care
Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes
It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals
Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel
It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel
It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring
I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring
I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times
Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find 
I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out
For some reason I am just full of doubt
I care about so many things and what I have is confusion
One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion
My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant
I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent
My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle
Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle
My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper
I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper
What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone
As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone
I ask my friends the same question once again
I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end
So many thoughts that come out of my feeling
I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing
They ask me questions and I answer theirs
But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare
Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway
Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way
It's just so simple to answer someones problem
I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem
I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose
With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow
The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow


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 | Free verse | |

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 | Rhyme | |

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


Details | ABC | |

A Speechless Night

My nighmares hold me down
And take away my voice 
I try and try to yell
It's someone from hell
He floats around me late at night
And holds me down with all his might
Waits for me to fall into that state of mind
State of mind where im asleep
But hear and see and feel it all
My parents are who I try to call
Petrified to fall
To fall into this state of mind
Where I have no control 
When The devil grasps my soul
A time he can conquer my mind and body


Details | Quatrain | |

Halloween Dare

I found a trail, one of lit pumpkins here Which is leading up to the haunted house I followed them as I am truly dared Then rain started to fall, quite a good douse Just then a werewolf howled in the darkness While the full moon is unblocked by the clouds I make it to the porch, there’s no kindness Claps and bangs from inside are all aloud Lightning flashes showing a great dead tree On the dark side yard of this fearful place There are seeming loud whispers wanting me When I turned around there’s a fearful face I run, as fast as I can, through the yard Looking over my shoulder as I do I then trip over some wood that is charred And fall in a grave with a ghostly boo I try to get out, screaming as I try Fearfully knowing I might be stuck there And I find some roots that gets me out high Avoiding headstones now, I left my dare
Russell Sivey


Details | Romanticism | |

Free me

Free me, I say free me
from the enternal damnation
of her death grip.
(I have no use, for love with her)
She does not know me,
She does not love me,
For if she would love me,
I'd love her back.

Come now, someone free me,
free me from the eternal hatred
that has grown between us.
I cannot take this torture anymore.
(My heart grows weak, my heart grows weak... I can't breath,
  I can't breath. She is crushing my windpipe! HELP ME!)

Listen I do not love you,
My heart belongs to someone else.
Someone who understands the pain I face.
I cannot love you, and will not love you, for my heart does not belong to you.

I pray to everything that is holy in this Godly, green Earth
Free me, free me!!
I say free me from this eternal torment and execute this monster!
(For my heart belongs to someone else.)


Details | Rhyme | |

Heartbreak hotel

Heartbreak hotel

There’s a little place I know
Where heartbreak people go
You can stay there for just thirty bucks a day
There people down on luck
They be treated like they’re muck
It’s not the place where winners choose to stay.

The man who runs this place
Ain’t no smile upon his face
He’s just out to make a lot of money
And the guys that work for him
Their faces all set grim
They make sure that this lodge don’t seem too sunny

They kick folk all around
Tread their faces in the ground
They have no pity in their hearts so cold
The head man he’s like Hitler
His manner very bitter
He has no guts, and yet he acts so bold

If you’re ever down on luck
And you’re very short on bucks
Avoid this place its owner calls a lodge
You’d best sleep on the streets
Laid out on those wooden seats
But this heartbreak hotel it’s best to dodge.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Haunted

An excruciating Sunset gradually plunged behind my frail head
Dazzling glooms of muscular flames surrounding corners of my bed
With gleaming ominous vessels burdened by wonders of the dead
Enriched with overflowing water that curses the entire glory night
Blinding over the house spectacle & baffling it from the divine light
With souls buried with depraved crops administering a spiritual fright
Yet covered with overwhelming windows that blaze & baffles so bright
 
As the sun lights up, my body felt colossal pains & sizzling stitches
While native doctors cleansed the house from specters & witches
Ghost whispers cleansed the enclosure & discovered a vital purse
As I snatched the purse; marvels of evil specters conveyed a curse
Overwhelming revelations brushed my eyebrows & darkness prevail
Then packed all my belongings and now live to instruct & tell the tale
 
I've dwelled on the devil’s haunted throne, & my eyes have seen my ears
A diligence course has been haunting my soul for days, months, & years
Maybe the haunting started at conception or the day I was blithely born
It appears that I’m brain dead; my soul, real name, life, joy, & love is gone
All the events that happened; and my baptism name doesn't feel like me
Sometimes I question my faith, bow my dim head, or kneel on one knee
Asking the lord almighty questions about my demise, & where ill surely be 
 
A yawning frosty gloom sheltered the space, while angry specter swarm
Vocalizing a solitary voice; shafting my thoughts with a twisting storm’
An indistinguishable earthquake twisted the hasty wits of my crony’s pet
while it rattles it’s diffused head ;& specters slit the collar of my white shirt
I’ll never forget that mind smashing instant ,when the dim curse emerged
As  the  skirmishing holy ghost bash ,& the evil swarm of specters surged
Ooh my fellow soldiers; learn to put god first in anything you do or think
Because he’ll pave your lost soul to him; and the devils evil demise will sink 


Details | Rhyme | |

Liquid Lenore

With a whisper from his evil muse
The poet writes his sin
He tries to resist but can't refuse
The evil draws him in

Inspired by drink he writes of death
A raven becomes his choice
With rancid whiskey upon his breath
He gives his words a voice

He actually heard that raven speak
Like none he'd heard before
In whispers from a voice so weak
He heard him say Lenore

He tries his best but to no avail
The bottle he couldn't ignore
The spirits in the bottle fail
And again he hears Lenore

"Go way damn bird," the poet screams
But the raven stands his ground
He takes a drink from his bottle of dreams
Where the spirit of Lenore is found

One more sip is all it takes
As the words begin to blur
Night after night the bottle speaks
As the raven begins to stir


Details | Rhyme | |

The Preaching of the Gospel ls An Offense to the Lost

The Preaching of the Gospel Is An Offense!

Scripture says the preaching of the gospel,
 is an offense to the lost.
Christ’ followers should share HIS news!  No matter the cost!

It seems like many in church are walking in a spirit of fear.
Many would just rather live a life that’s “happy and secure.”

“Why tell others of God’s salvation?”  This may offend!
Why, it may even cost them to lose one of their “friends!”

Many don’t know enough of God’s word to share to another.
They have a hard enough time loving
their sister or brother!

God help us!  For the many who 
Who claim to be Christ’ believers!
Many have listened to the lies of the great deceiver!

Rather than being the person to preach the gospel this hour…
Many don’t seek the Lord’s wisdom,
 strength or power!

Ball games seem to have replaced a need for prayer…
Why witness to the lost?  Is there anyone who cares?

It’s no wonder why we live in a confused generation.
As many families don’t have Jesus as their foundation!

The gospel of Jesus Christ is the best news around!
It needs to be spread to every city, village and town!

May we all be stirred to preach the good news today!
And be stirred with the words that Christ has to say!

Whosoever will, come and drink of the life he gives!
And live by HIS gospel!  Each day that we live!

By Jim Pemberton  09/18/13


Details | Free verse | |

Sicklied Breezes

Here comes that familiar breeze again Emptied of hope, it always returns to refill Some other abandoned soul A soul that delves deep into my own, Drifting in an almost shameful stance Festered ignorance, time, and thought Resting under the wing of frightened hope It is cool, like any ordinary breeze It pleases all that feel it, save I For I know it longs to take all that I have In one…single… swoosh You overlooked demon! Why are you so gentle? Why must you manifest in sorrow and woe? Sleeping in the convent of my soul As others praise you and thank you You take me under tow Forever more, lost in this sicklied growth With a silent tune of rests within notes I remain where the breath is taken I remain your host The breeze grows painstakingly warm Filling all with passions unfolding Each soul finds its home Leaving me alone with a soul untold Always awake and crawling… and screaming Bold, all-knowing and thoughtless Wingless, tainted…filled with dread It is warm and hated by all that behold it And I grasp it, and hate it, and LOVE IT For it takes nothing and gives me all In multitudinous shrouds Beloved angel—why do you burn me so… Leading me into your sick embraces As others curse to your face You forever release in me A despairing freedom that I know longer wish for The melody caught—no room to breathe Harmony caked with ignorance does seethe For all no longer see… I was always the caller


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 | Narrative | |

Stilts

          Sick people with sick brains
Really nothing to desire as a (wo)man
          They walk around insane.
A horror and I am not playing.
          The tall tale goes they are Stilts, a circus clown nothing like Pennywise.
Just a hideous premonition place in a different medium lives in the mentality of 
          little people. 
He is nothing to fear.
          He will tell you your destiny, for real.
If you heed his words, the circus performers will destroy your world.
          Make your life a living hell.
Do not do his will.
          Riddle, riddle, riddle and you shall live.
Do you believe?
          I tell the truth.
Stilts, the circus clown, is coming for you.

         On Halloween night, the adults gather their children around the barn fire.
They believe that this brought peace on Halloween night.
         But little did they know that Stilts was a real life who captivated 
humans' minds.
         Such behavior allows his spirit to rise.
And while everyone is outside, Stilts enters each house.
         The clock chimes on the hour of nine.
The barn fire is ceased and each family enters their homes for a good night sleep.
         Stilts would form to scare only the little ones.
The reality would be surreal.
         The lives in the Town would not ever tell.
Never again would the families be aware of Halloween night without fear.
         The town would thrive.
Stilts, a hideous depiction is now in their lives.
         Cross my heart and hope to die, if I am telling a lie.
___________________________________________|
Penned on May 07, 2014! Updated August 28, 2014!


Details | Ballade | |

WHORE IN THE FOG Monsieur L'Vampyre

       WHORE IN THE FOG
All evening fog is settled from the ground,
not right in where it goes, nor where it's found;
the Seine makes distance to each barren tree
unmeasured from the mind to what should be,
and blended to the world that's all around.

And from the limestone walls, echos the tap
of femininity, in evening wrap;
she's hurried, lest the night finds her alone
and vulnerable to  Paris she's not known;
yet she's desirous of what couldn't hap.

The corner street lamps lend their halo'd light
grotesque in their own way, as if they might
leap out of time and drag her by the throat
and cast her down into a timeless moat,
where she would die alone 'for ends this night.

She clutches to her breasts, where minds go mad,
as if it's all the love they've ever had,
but she will cry all night, when she's alone
into the pillow love has never known,
and that's what makes her tale so very sad.

Her plea's for love, that doesn't have to end,
like only poets deem to comprehend,
but all she finds are bodies falling on
what she has sold from evening to the dawn,
and not a one could even be a friend.
.....© 2003 ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


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 | Rhyme | |

Sheer Madness

Horrendous events took place today in a small eastern town.
People across the nation look at these events in shock and frown.
A lunatic gunning down children grownups taking his own life in the end.
Looking to the whys? How come? The reason is simple the devil is causing this alarming trend.

Our Father foretold of these times suffering, killing, in the Holy Bible. Why are we surprised?
The Father tells us that many horrors will inflict man; man by himself without the laws of God will never survive.
Our nation supposedly the greatest on earth has turned from the Creators laws.
To ignore Him to transgress, man has lost his way, and it really does make our Creator angry and it sticks in His craw.

This event wasn’t caused by God; the evil deceiver corrupter of all that is good has begun.
Our nation in debt our families in disarray love has taken a back seat true evil has started his run.
God tells us fear Him, our Creator knows what is to come.
Our country will be laid to waste. Our pride will be broken as our will has been broken and we are done.

Those who study the Holy Bible know that the Horseman of the apocalypse are riding and they are here.
.
God tells us very lovingly He is the one we should really fear. 
Man’s time is coming to his end; God is who we should fear xxx rated movies, homosexuality, and gay pride corrupt politicians.
My God look at history Rome fell into lust and depravations, now their history is in museums.

No morals, no fear of the almighty killing and terrorizing innocents at will.
In a split second 20children and six adults were attacked at school, a maniac willing to kill.
The evil one, Satan, Lucifer is laughing at us and slapping God and man in the face.
He has one agenda, to conquer God and take control of the human race.

God blessed us with this land we wrote on our dollar bills “In God We Trust.”
Well we see how this has worked out’ we as a supposedly Christian nation are a total bust.
Colorado, theatre killings, Connecticut school massacre children and innocents slaughtered ending with the last one a coward taking his own life.
This my brothers and brethren is just the beginning the world in total chaos, our nation in moral strife.

Our only chance, turn to God ask for his forgiveness, obey His commandments and look to our Father for answers.
Never is going to happen, its God’s master plan in the end, now His anger and wrath will come upon this nation. A plan of unspeakable horrors.
Safe place? Nowhere to be found man is on the eve of his own destruction.
So brothers and brethren pray that you are worthy Fear God His will be done. Pray that you are deemed worthy, repent ask Jesus for His protection and hope you are part of the first resurrection.


Details | Free verse | |

MEASURE FOR MEASURE

(I said, "Linda, you really have stepped out!")

You told her she has to wear her clothes sometimes.
She was standing by her car.
As you sat in front of Dunkin’s Grocery, you eyed her with a smile.
She was the Minister’s wife and I am nobody.

Don’t you want to see my waist in its shape?
The figure of my hips swaying
My butt in a switch
I know you want to feel my licks.

You seem to think you can make me feel awkward.
You are my girlfriend’s father.
Your wife has suggested I am trying to like her husband.
You are a man I do not want to discover.

Don’t you want to see my waist in its shape?
The figure of my hips swaying
My butt in a switch
I know you want to get your kicks.

Your daughter did teenage pregnancy.
Many of the girls in Leland had their first child before me.
My sister did as well.
Why do you think you can make me less than I am?

Don’t you want to see my waist in its shape?
The figure of my hips swaying
My butt in a switch
I know you say I am not nothing but a b*t*h.

In all, you self-identify as a Negro.
Your occupation is an employee on a farm.
Your sons you have taught status-quo.
Mr. Howard, why are the Sexton’s girls nothing to you but whores?

Don’t you want to see my waist in its shape?
The figure of my hips swaying
My butt in a switch
I know you cannot name me imperfect.

Measure for Measure!
__________________________________/
Penned on May 15, 2014.


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 | Lyric | |

Don't come on like a Guru

Don’t come on like a Guru
 
Don’t come on like a Guru
Like you know all of it
Don’t say, you know the answers
It will not help a bit
There might be some in foolishness
That want to follow you
Yet all In all, you be like us
You don’t know what be true.

You might have read a lot of books
But that don’t mean a thing
These words, my friend be borrowed
No wisdom do they bring
No book will make you holy
You have to seek it out
You have to understand yourself
To know what life’s about.
 
Guru’s, well there be so many of them
You might think you be filled with sacred gems
But in the end you’re lost
Just like the rest of us
The one who says he knows, you just can’t trust.

Don’t come on like a Guru
With your mind all filled with words
A lot of folk might listen
And then you will be heard
But in the end you’re fooling
Yourself and that be all
Don’t come on like a Guru
No, don’t you be a fool


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 | 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 | Free verse | |

Pawn

And so do I fall, and so do I fail,
Falling so deeply into this destructive void,
Nothing but ash and specs of dust that were once my brittle bones and scarred flesh.

To not know what is ahead,
How maddening! How so distraught have I seemingly become,
Forgotten myself as time has smoothed over me.

Tricky, sly fiend indeed; master and slave a like to us all.

Do I dare move forward into the uncertainty that is humanity and of such society?
So gut wrenching, thoughts filled of bile at what is.

As we all are from and are the same, yet tear limb by limb the essence of ourselves by one another in an endless state of bigotry and violence; so brightly are we bathed in evil.

So easy is it to see.

Miracles; perhaps shall they see fit to carry me away from the void that is, and from such temptation, as to live the rest of days in blissful, stagnant dreams.


Details | Couplet | |

THE REALM OF HARMFUL REALISM

During my sleep no sound is powerful enough
to awaken me from the realm of harmful realism.


Hours roll and not being aware of a temporary death,
every past life's event I relive with bitterness and regret.


I flint as an airplane piercing misty and thick clouds,
not wanting to be trapped in any hypnotic state.  


People who harmed me suddenly come into view,
some are dead and still haunt me with their laugh.


I sweat as grass on a humid day, I terribly shake and fall out
of the bed...realizing I've left the realm of harmful realism.


Details | Free verse | |

Do you hear the bombs going off

Do you hear the bombs going off
in the distance, with no remorse of what they blow up?
Can you hear the cries of children
half burnt, sitting on shuttered streets?
the evacuation was a success,
all the rich and politicians gone
with their suitcases in their butler's hands
and maids trail along them with dust brooms,
and the poor sit fighting their wars they started.

Can you hear the German Junkers flying overhead?
They drop whistling bombs crashing upon roofs
of train stations and with an explosion of wind and fire
bring down concrete walls that were built by men with courage.
The heat of the scorching sun burns my skin
as I hold my stomach that was shattered with a bullet
from a soldier's gun.
A knife wound that cuts deep down into my veins
and blood spills out.

Did you see the rebels walking through the streets,
holding their loved ones in one hand and their family in the other?
These men aren't soldiers, they're farmers
who have families, born not to kill, but born to prosper.
I am saddened to see my home burned down.
I am saddened when I see my childhood burned up
with an exploding bomb that drops from a thousand feet
high in the sky.
A tear shed for every soul that fights for freedom
and for life to prosper as one.

Now I walk on a stone bridge that once used to carry people across,
now to carry soldiers and tanks and bombs across the river filled with blood.
My heart it is sad, yet all I see is red and anger boils my blood.
I seen a flood of emotion tare my country apart.
Now I hear a burst of machine guns in the courtyards
of University streets, once filled with young students,
now those students with rifle in hand, fighting for freedom.
I hold my breath and clench my head between my legs,
till I hear an explosion from the bombs going off in the distance.
Over the yellow mountains that cry with sorrow,
I see the soldiers run away in pain and follow
with their tails between their legs.
And I let out a cry of reason and say, "Why!?"


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Fred the Legend been sighted part 3

It all started one Halloween..no one knew what it would mean...could it ? was it? just a 
dream ? Follow the " Legend of Fred " series and you'll see what I mean...



Everyone’s asking where is Fred..?

Has anyone looked under their bed ?

I’ve heard tell he disappeared on this night filled with fright..

Many said he was taken by the things that go bump in the night…

But things of this nature don’t happen around here that much….

Has anyone out there seen a little red headed clown ?

He has a red nose and a smile turned upside down…

The chocolate and sweets from his trick or treat…

Still lays scattered all over the street…

I know he wouldn’t have gone on his own..

Cause he came from a very happy home…

Some say they’ve seen him, running down the street..

Yelling at the top of his lungs….

Hey everybody it’s time for “ trick or treat “…

So on that night when you go out...looking for some fun..

Remember the little red clown named Fred..

And all the things this poem has said…..












Details | Sonnet | |

From Lady Thing - The Hackerwood Tales

Some thing in the ground
Her poor body found
Woke up and wanted to be
A thing in the ground
Without hardly a sound
That could crawl away to me
Out of the mound
And no longer bound
The thing is finally free
It sniffed around 
Like an old bloodhound
And found its way to me.


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 | |

Mystery Men

Baby boy, stuck his head out
Trying to take a peek
The mystery men gathered around
Covered in white sheets

On that gloomy summer night
After lighting a torch
A fiery blaze spread across
The rickety old porch

The "Hooded Order" came out at night
To frighten the colored people
Smothered by the heavy smoke
The innocent killed, from senseless evil


Details | Quatrain | |

The Unknown Demon of Halloween


Writhing, wriggly slimy maggots

weaving through her hair,

her black heart  the embodiment

of repulsion and despair



A malevolent wicked demon, 

many tales do foretell,

she’ll ravenously stalk you Halloween night

and drag you down to hell.



No-one knows her identity

but surrendering to fear,

most turn off lights and keep doors locked

when Halloween is near.



The blood of fresh kill gushes

as she’s feasting on her quest,

she’ll devour your brain, pick your bones

and throw away the rest.

.

She’s diabolically deceptive

her look she will disguise

this vicious, raging  evil will

paralyze you with her eyes.



So when venturing out on Halloween

Best keep her in mind

beware, take care... you never know

what mask she hides behind!

 






Details | I do not know? | |

Bed Dread

I went to bed to lay my head,
Too scared to close my eyes.
For every night it was the same,
Every night my demon came.

A huge green elf from an old matchbox,
He picks up the box and chases me.
I shrink with fright, I start to shiver,
When I see him coming I start to quiver.

He chases me up, then down the hill,
He chases after me far and wide,
Just as he closes for the kill,
I wake, I'd wet myself.
I cried.

© Dave Timperley 2012.


Details | Epic | |

The Tale Of A Fairy And An Ogre II

Contd.

Ogre:
Not on this gory planet
None can demolish my dour hell
what you call it a peaceful heaven.
My power of existence is creator when the life ends.
Am the dark and am the shadow
Your luminance will not result my persistence.
 
Lord's Day:
'Ogre',
Your shadow, your darkness and your evil magics
were not endowed with words
Your presence is your existence
When you can destroy the beauty of the ocean
Remember 'Ogre',
There is a begining of pursuance
and there demolish your existence.
I bring those rays with the first morning of the week
Filled with prayers and moral wishes of myraid deities
These divine rays and holy time
will destroy you with our beautiful Fairy's shine.
 
Ogre:
Forgive me
'Oh Lord',
I will leave the eternity of peace and beauty
I will never come back again with any curses
I will set free your Fairy
Let me go and I will take with me all my fury.
 
Fairy:
 
'Ogre',
Whom you will set free?
Turn back and see me smiling at your fear of your existence.
When my tears and your laughs can destroy Mother Neptune's endowments
My smile and your fear will destroy your existence.
Oh 'Lord's Day',
Thank you for coming
and saving me from this shadow of evil
Light me, blaze me with your virgin rays
Let the evil construe the power of beauty
Let the evil cede and die in agony.


Details | Rhyme | |

evil misunderstood

is there a god of the heavens 
a true hebrew god?

a god full of wrath and love
i find that kind of odd 

is there a jesus of the jews?
a king of the promise land
who works miracles and wonders 
and heals sheep with his hands 

is there life beyond the flesh?
a place of everlasting love 
or is it all make believe?
something we are thinking of 


do we follow jesus or do we follow paul?
and if we follow an apostle why do we follow a messiah at all?

do we live in fear of sin careful of every step we take?
or let our conscience be filled with fear within for his names sake!

how much more dogma can we take?
and decpetion must we believe?
how many more lies must we partake 
for the salvation that we recieve?

what is good what is evil is it something that we hold?
is it convenient to embrace something new for something old?

how can evil be so bad if evil feels so very good?
i truly believe that  evil is just very misunderstood


Details | Couplet | |

Wits of a man

The night was frigid and at its poorest,
But who am I to judge, when I was not the wisest,
A slight breeze crawled up my spine,
I could taste the wind’s saltiest brine.
My eyes conveyed to an old lodge,
So I can refuge, from this monstrous botch.
The place was dim, obnoxious and dingy,
But thank god there is no hole for the breeze to carry.
 
But what was interesting, that there was a mural,
It was so boundless, that it gave an unsettling moral.
The colors were faded, and burdened with marks,
Like it was meant to be destroyed, no needed remarks.
It displayed pictures of a young woman and maid,
I wonder who was the artisan that made this eerie portrait.
The face of the woman was covered with graze,
But the maid was gnarly and gave deep piercing evil gaze.
 
For a moment I thought, I had gone mad,
When I thought the maid turned from wicked to sad.
I blinked my visions, to trust my perception,
I opened my eyes, to found the maid was not in front of the reception.
My face was pale, my hairs were struck,
I pounced up when I heard the lightning struck.
I thought to myself I was delirious,
Maybe the maid was not actually there, no need to conclude something mysterious.
 
 
 
 
 
I waited a duration until the weather calmed down,
But the French maid entity made my brain vigorously mount.
The brews were gone, I got ready to abandon,
When I looked at the painting before, to eased my  tension.
My limbs were trembling , as I took a deep stare,
First the maid, now the scrawny  woman wasn’t there.
I backed to leave when voices disturbed me,
saying “You’re going nowhere, this is the place you’ll ever be.”
 
 
I rushed towards the exit when I still had my sane,
Till I dropped down realized my legs were shackled with chains.
I got up apprehended that my costume is now white,
And my hands were completely immovable as it was actually shut tight.
The lodge was dying into an atrocious looking room,
I was squirming on the floor, demanding release from this horrible doom.
Until I notice on top of the iron door,
A header flaunting; “the mental institution of schizophrenia & more”.


Details | Rhyme | |

Scary Moments

There are times when, faced with the shadows I realize the need to kneel on all fours To ask for redemption, for salvation Why for even a ray of liberation Only God can save my soul None other than Him can bring it to a stall The might of the devil, the dark forces Those agents giving humanity no choices! They showed themselves to me once, Scared, I got lost in their dark trance Scared at the sight of bright eyes Staring at me as if wishing to shower on me, cruelties! I was made to see the dark side of existence Faced with them I lost all my stance How ugly were they those little men, how disgusting So ugly that they deserve not any describing! Having no hands, no teeth and no heads, On human hearts, they allow themselves to be fed Cold blooded and frightening They are beyond any imagining! Scary moments, what is unreal for some people Are for me that which can make me tremble Yet, the merciful hand of God cures everything, With one swipe of the hand, he had me, once more, in joyful living! Scary moments, I wish not to relive them again For they bring me not any gain nor any pain But they can rob me of my stability Fear is indeed a thing to be kept away from abidingly!


Details | Narrative | |

The Locklears Chapter Seven

Entering the superior courtroom Rusty took a look around.  "Look at all these 
scum bags.  I want to kill everyone of them" Rusty thought to himself.  As he 
approached the bench the inmates was led in by an officer.  After exchanging 
a few words with the judge Rusty took his place by his client's side.  The 
prosecutor presented the case to the judge.  "Your honor this is Victoria 
Freeman.  She is charged with prostitution and drug smuggling".  
Enterrupting the prosecutor Rusty argued on his client's behalf.  "Your honor 
my client was not smuggling drugs.  The marijuana she had was for her own 
personal use".  Cutting off Rusty the prosecutor said "she had the marijuana 
stashed inside her vagina judge".   "Judge my client only had three grams, 
this is her first offense, and she didn't cross state lines".  "No judge the 
defendant smuggled it in jail when she was booked".  "Your honor she told 
the officers about the marijjuana.  So how is that smuggling?"  "Mr. Locklear 
the drug smuggling charge will be thrown out but the prostitution charge will 
stay.  I'm well aware of this being your client's first offense".  "Your honor 
my client has been in jail for a hundred days.  I'm asking for time served".  
"Granted Mr. Locklear and Ms. Freeman stay out of trouble".
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red Seven aka The Green Poet aka The 
Brown Philosopher


Details | Quatrain | |

Demon Cursed House

A young family entered their new home A beautiful house, seemingly a steal Went on sale just weeks before they found it They immediately jumped on this deal Their furniture was already shipped here Waiting for them to move right on inside They never questioned why the price’s so low But they found out who will surely abide Family goes to lay down that first night Looking for a nice quiet, peaceful sleep Right after the couple’s eyes closed they found Sounds scraping and hearing a baby weep The father gets up to check the noises And walks down the hall to the children’s room They were all asleep, but a noise wakes them All of them walk the hallway into doom In front of them a demon walks the floor With a crooked, wry smile on his dark face A noise behind them shows some human ghosts They surely wanted to run from this space The family screams as they close their eyes Then the sounds abruptly vanish near them They look around, the daylight filters in They all are wishing this house to condemn Frantically they get ready to leave As the father is packing his suitcase He notices a photo on the wall Not of his family, it’s an old face When he looked closely fear enveloped him Seems they are the fearful ghosts from last night Demon was the old man in the picture They are still afraid even in the light Surely knowing now why the house’s so cheap They ran fast as they could away from there Never to look back at this evil house Let someone else live with this intense scare
Russell Sivey


Details | Rhyme | |

Haunted House

There’s an abandoned house down the lane A dark place that no one ever dares to enter through It’s been said that all who lived there went insane So they shut it down, yet it holds an evil way of staring at you You might here the creaking of large iron doors As evil lurks beyond the gates, hatred is its score Only the bravest of men should dare enter its lure Even those will be screaming "I don't want any more" The windows reflect red piercing eyes that look deep within your soul Seeing the fear that runs a chill through your bones Because you know the history that this house dwells A gateway people say leads to the depths of hell The house is the epitome of what is evil A living, breathing entity of which is hate A deep darkness, a fear that this is real Kills all that enter here, meeting their fate Last Halloween night, one person was dared to go in So he walked over to the door and turned to look at his friends where they stood Then suddenly the door violently opened wide and something grabbed him Ever since then they see him as a decaying ghost that roams around the neighborhood
Created by: Gail Doyle and Russell Sivey


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

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... 


Details | Verse | |

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?


Details | Couplet | |

An anti-Semite

For a Semite a mite 
is an anti-Semite.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


Details | Free verse | |

The Sacrifice

(a place no one has ever been)

We live out in da country
Miles away from anyone else
Papa and six boys, well, we're young men now....just sayin
Momma died at childbirth when baby brother was born
Love it here, cept at night, sleepin through “the howlin”

Big old wood frame house, island by grassland; den da forest
We keep a farm of pigs, goats, even cows; what da heck for ?
Every night Papa slayed an animal; laid it at da edge of da woods
Never new why until he called us six boys together one creepy night:

“Boy’s, listen to me, listen good….your Papa’s dying, 
It won’t be long
The last 20 years, your Momma and I set out here a sacrifice
I don’t know what in God’s name is out there
This thing ain't human
Notice how it’s quiet for a while so you can get to sleep
It’s feeding time
Damn right, it’s eating the sacrifice
Long as we put them dead animals out
We live
When I’m gone, it’s up to you six 
Be my Nightwatch, ya hear me boys !
You all are men now
I love each one of you very much”

Father finished da story, den...
Said no one ever been in dem neck of doze woods
He bought property twenty (20) some years ago;
Prior owner told him da whole story

In a  way I look at dis big monster as our protector
I've heard screamin at night, den da 'howlin'
O man, den dis loud munchin, chompin, chewin masdacated cry
Den more 'howlin'
Call da police ya say?  No way.  We safe...
So long we feed him, or it
At night: WHOAAA am scared to death

Papa's been gone a few years now
It’s up to us six to offer up da sacrifice
Every night

We older now and don’t all nestle up in one bed
Howlins still be, but we sleep at night best we can
Hated killin doze animals, deys didn’t do nuttin wrong
Dares no other way; we twied once and almost got ourselves scavaged alive

Am not goin out dare, never, not to
A place where no one has ever been




Details | Prose Poetry | |

Harlan's Holler

~ Harlan’s Holler ~
Dean Kuch ©2014
The locals say, in the light of day one can visit Harlan’s Holler, stay on the path don't incite the wrath of the man who lost his daughter. The townsfolk say, to this very day, you can hear poor Charlotte cryin.' Beneath silv'ry moon, where young lovers swoon, as she lay there, slowly dyin'... In the August heat, with tiny unshod feet, Charlotte ventured into the Holler. She soon lost her way when the light of day Gave way to midnights squalor. Ripe berries sweet for her mom to eat she'd gone there for the pickin', her bucket now full, twirling locks a' crull, the creeping darkness began to thicken. She wandered for days, to the towns dismay, poor little Charlotte could not be found. Old man Harlan yelled; damned them all to hell— then placed a curse upon the ground. No crops will grow on the ground you sow, all your livestock will surely die, you'll toil endlessly, in the end, you'll be just the same as my Charlotte lie. You'll burn in hell, you'll see, in the end, you'll be just the same as my Charlotte lie... The days dragged on under the summer sun as the child withered to dust. Fred Harlan died, Bible at his side, felled by his curse and vengeful lust. Down on Harlan's Hill you can hear them still, mournful sobs by Pa and daughter, when the moon's just right, in the dead of night, stay away from Harlan's Holler. Lest you tarry there— 'neath the moon, beware, of the curse of Harlan's Holler...


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Couplet | |

Turning my back

13 Scratches an evil number.
Blood on your back while you slumber.
I thought I would be safe here,
I guess not.
Welts on your skin.. Burning hot.

Leaving the demon pentagram
Now this time you will learn.
Not to play with something
This evil, it will burn.

Turning my back
Running away.
From this evil thing
Don't come or stay.


Details | Free verse | |

The Monster part 2

now we struggle;
against each other
trying to gain control,
to gain dominance
over the other.
My brain hurts.
I'm loosing,
He's gaining,
and I'm weakening.
I'm afraid.
If he wins
there's no telling
what he will do
or who he will hurt.
I can't let him win;
he could hurt my family,
he could hurt John or Jim,
but most of all he could hurt Jazzy.
Jazmine.
I must fight for those i love,
I must fight so i don't release
even on my most hated and greatest enemy.
He must not win,
and i must fight on.


i have finished part 3 and i even wrote a part 4 to end the series
i decided i didn't like part 4 so i'm going  back to try it again i will post part 3 when i have the chance


Details | Rhyme | |

Halloween

Halloween 
Let the night of horrors fill the light air,
A night filled with terror and twisted scares!
The evil will be blessed on this night,
given domain to walk the earth till light.
You can cower and stay inside your home
yet evil shall find its way as it roams
as it comes closer to finding you now
Shadows of the night shall take you somehow
Doors creek open, lights turn off, they are here.
Your skin crawls as your nightmares raise your fears!
RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! Try hard not to be seen
Or Evil shall take you this Halloween 
CMS


Details | Didactic | |

REMORSE

It’s all hitherto danger induced by a stranger.

Everyday we weep when we awake from sleep.

Regret is expressed in tears that last for years;

for our reliable seed has turned into a weed,

spreading failure while success is insecure.

People are mourning years of fears every morning.

Have we not sown the weed from the greed of our own?

If we feel remorse for the blunder before things go worse,

we’ll go where we belong, beholding it with a remorseful song;

hold our heads in prayers every night while in beds;

and implore the Creator to save us from this oppressor.


Details | Narrative | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

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.

 


Details | Rhyme | |

Walk in Park

Oh there is so much to see as depicted on the news
Keeping you from being free always giving you the blues
From dreary to oppressive sometimes melancholy to downright depressing
It is it’s very own life that you give as it is you who keeps addressing

So much could be considered gloom just look around
But give him not a room and by him you won’t be bound
Look through his shallow being as you stare him in his face
Tell him what you’re seeing in the seeing of God’s Glory and Grace

Yes he will be persistent and rarely does he back down
For on ruin he is bent and he revels in your frown
He will never just leave as he takes even more control
Oh how satan can deceive in order to steal one’s soul

But his day has come and his time is now done
No need to be glum having the Glory of God’s Son
Now so powerless having so little control
For life is not a mess but instead an amazing stroll 


Details | I do not know? | |

Nightmare

A sudden wave of quiet has rolled over the shore of voice..
Hushing noises being made in the distance..
We are being enveloped in the silence..
Drowning in the sea of deaf..
Monstrous beasts of nothingness shall prey on our souls as they shrivel up like a raisin in the sun...
Only tears can be produced...
But the sea of deaf swallows them..
A cold shiver runs through the spine as the sky quickly fades into a crimson red..
The sun darkening to a black..
Demonic laughter becomes the thunder in the sky as pitch black bolts of lightning strikes the sea of deaf...
Producing unsettling waves of fear...
Drowning..
Can't breathe..
Loosing consciousness..
Then eyes open..
Safely home..
Just a bad dream..
Until one looks out the window at the blood-red sky....


Details | Narrative | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Witches Dream

A scream that echoes through the night
A wicked laugh in grand delight
As dreadful as it all may seem
Could only be a witches dream

When darkness falls this hallowed night
And shadows move in erie light
My happiness will be supreme
Could only be a witches dream

In every shadow dark and gloom
That creeps across a moonlit room
There hides a little bit of fear
That something evil could be near
As silly as it all may seem
Could only be a witches dream

When clouds move heavy dark and gray
And darkness hides the light of day
My evil apparitions rise
Their ghastly figures fill the sky
With evil laughs and dreadful screams
Could only be a witches dream

Flayed cat, toad, lizard, snake
What foul potion do I make?
When cast upon hot ash and coal
Turns to powder smites a soul
As dreadful as it all may seem
Could only be a witches dream

Light beams strike my window glass
I dream no more it’s here at last
My holy sabbath has arrived
Tonight my broom and I shall ride

The autumn wind will sting my face
As through the night my broom will race
A million moons have seen my ride
Through sleepy towns and countryside

I raise to you a glass of cheer
And challenge you and loved ones near
To look upon the midnight sky
To see my grisly soul pass by

And when you close you eyes to sleep
Into your dreams my creatures creep
As dreadful as it all may seem
Could only be a witches dream


Details | Prose Poetry | |

My End

There was a day where i met my end
A cold truth i can't pretend.
Since then my world is dark, not bright
And everyday is one long night.
I can't see the day when I'll be right.
Until I make up for that day.

So early one day I left from this
To where I could rebuild me.
To the place where to go I swore I'd never
To the mountain cave where he rests so evil so clever
Holding my soul in the room that he sever.
Where I met my end.

I was going to take my life back from his hands
And change myself, expecting no demands
For soon I would be leaving this horrible land
From that place where I met my end.

**an Imitation poem of where the sidewalk ends**


Details | Lyric | |

Naked and Ashamed -Part 2-

I need some time to reflect
To dive into my imagination…to ponder as I sink
Into my sea of thoughts and paradise...
I'm on a mission... 
To discover a previous prize
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
If I could, I could surely give it to you...and fulfill your fantasies
If I could, I could invite you inside my mind...
If I could, I could make you fly away from the world's anxieties 
If I could, I could find
You treasure... Beyond measure 
This feeling has no name...it has no specific label...
This feeling hunts me down like game...but I must remain capable 
Of saving myself and you of course...
Baby, don't get outtah course... You know what I mean
Baby, I want to know what's on your mind...I don't want to force
To answer me immediately...but I want the answer...

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
They all say it's greener on the other side of the barbwire fence...
Don't fence me in...with your powerful actions and love... I know you...I ain't dense 

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
Hey x3
You clothe me up...
What's up with you today?
I'm naked and ashamed
Turn the other way...
'Cause today is not the only day
I feel so damn afraid...
But hey x3
You make me feel whole
How was your day? 
Hopefully the sky wasn't a shade of gray 

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
I wanna make you happy for the rest of your life... And delete the strife
From your stressful, fast-pace life


Details | I do not know? | |

War Against Evil

The aweful thoughts of evil are within thee
They are like a pantheon
The door is locked and I chamber the key
Weapons of mass destruction upon

Come and take this anger from me
It'll change the road I'm on
School kids on a killing spree
We need the war against evil won

Evil is temptation you see
Its begining and end, foregone
Take the good road of esprit
And the war against evil withdrawn

~War is evil
~The only one who can defeat evil, is the one looking in the mirror

~Leonard Napierskie


Details | Free verse | |

1937

Madrid it is a hot and sad place.
Filled once with music and pretty women
now filled with bombs blasting on street corners
and old women hovering over their dead husbands.
Madrid was once a place of love and culture.
Love was full through every hotel lobby
to every small cafe, love was all around.
Now, nothing but abandoded buildings
inhabited by rats and broken dreams.
The hotel lobbies once home to rich folk in tuxedos
drinking expensive champagne and dancing,
now filled with young boys bleeding from bullet wounds
and burn't to the bone.
Madrid once a home to life
now a home to death and war.
Fellow Spaniard fighting fellow Spaniard
in a Civil War between life and greed.
Life was all good and well
till 1937 came around.


Details | Rhyme | |

Hymn to the morning star

Hymn to the morning star With these scars that remain, and the fear in the streets. The devil's breathing embers, his flesh you'll eat. When it's nail upon bone, and thorn upon brow,...to be enlightened is to be a sinner and against the herd I've found.


Details | I do not know? | |

The heart and mind of a souless man

The heart and mind of a souless man,
is a coward and a pety thef,
who steals love from others
to feel satisfied.
And even in the end,
they're still not satisfied.


Details | Rhyme | |

Out of the Dark

                                                     To face your fears, you must be bold
                                                     For the hand of Satan is mighty cold

                                                     Satan hates to see your tears.
                                                     As God washes away your fears.

                                                      Faith is a test of things unseen.
                                                      It was Jesus who died, making us clean.

                                                      Satan hates for you to survive.
                                                      Praying to God to help you strive.
 
                                                      Satan keeps you in the dark.
                                                      Hoping you will miss your mark.

                                                      Jesus is your only light.
                                                      Follow his path and you'll be right.

                                                      So face your fears with each new dawn.
                                                      For by the night Satan will be gone.


Details | Free verse | |

Shadow People


Shadows slithering beneath the threshold of my door;
Yet I can’t, no shan’t
Crack it open and peer outside.

Are there people shuffling “bye”, stealing my light?  
I hear no footsteps?
Swing open the door, catch them before they knock.

Perhaps it’s only in my unsorted mind.
But I’ll catch them if I can, 
Put them in jars like butterflies or fire flies  

To prove the validity of my sightings,
Their offenses or evils in the night.
But why take them as prisoners in my soul?  

I’ll simply open this old window and set them free.
Then shut off the light and “lie” in the darkness. 


Details | I do not know? | |

STRANGE

A strange thing is happening to people I know,
At first they start laughing and then their minds go.

An incessant giggling’s the long road to doom,
Out of the world and back into the womb.

A process reversing from manhood to child,
Controlled by creature horrific and wild.

With the crack of the mind-whip and lash of the tongue,
Sinew from sanity unwind come undone
   
Now you have the fear and I have the power,
Please take my hand and together we’ll flower.

Yes fear is my passion, my stock and my trade;
I’m the only one standing when the last card is laid.

What manner of evil might this creature be?
This puller of strings who’s pupating me.

I turn blood in to ink, and spill this on the paper,
Then you buy my book and get soaked with the caper.

You trust me to show you the evil and dread,
Then pull you back before your eyes leave your head.

So now open your eyes and hold my book tighter,
For you’re in the parlour of the horror book writer.


Details | Ballad | |

The Unknown

My name is darkness
They are afraid of me
I am associated with evil
Nothing can be seen in darkness
Darkness and Light God created them both
But light is well liked, darkness is well hated
I darkness, the devil has used me to deceive and scare people
I wish I can be understood that nothing evil resides in me
It is just my nature that I am dark and fear of the unknown follows people who encounter or see me
When people die they think that darkness holds their loved ones
OR they are resident there 
Rooms and houses become desolate because it is dark
Darkness or night I am just as friendly as light or day
God created us both not the devil
Crying does not only belong to darkness even joy brings some tear
People even celebrate at night
It is deception and ignorance that brings the fear of the dark
I darkness am not evil God created me. 


Details | Free verse | |

Justice and Evil

Upon my mighty horse I’ll ride, deep into oblivion.
Together through the gusty wind, my steed and I shall ride.
Onward pushing, no time for fear or pain.
Make way before we trample down the trees and mountains ahead.
We’ll fight until the ground is flat.
No one can stop us now!
Who shall stand before my strength?
Be trampled all ye evil!

We shall push, and fight, but still…
… My steed and I shall travel.

Onward, inward, farther we go deep into the hell.
My friend and I shall not fear the ugliness of truth.
Bitterness is among the demons, scattering them are we.
Together my steed and I shall bring forth the evil of men.
Evil stand your trial!
Innocence is gone!

Hide not your horrors from the truth…
… For my steed and I are justice!
Ye shall pay the price!
My steed and I are justice…

(Written in 1977, my first poem in the school literary magazine. Possibly my first poem ever. )


Details | Narrative | |

The Locklears Chapter Six

Rusty went and put the trash bags with Timothy's remains onto
the back of his black 1990 Ram truck.  He drove throughout the
city of Green Haven and dumped Timothy's body parts in dumpsters
on the north side, east side, west side, and south side of Green Haven.
Returning home the smell of bleach, Pin Sol, and other cleaning products
greeted him at the door.  "Linda I'm back".  "Come down to the basement
Rusty.  Well this was the best Sunday I ever had".
The rays of the sun came peeking in through the bedroom window of Rusty
and Linda Locklear.  "Linda get up it's time to get ready for work".  "Five 
more minutes Rusty just five more".  "We've already over slept.  Get up".
Stretching out her arms Linda got up and headed to the bathroom.  "I'm 
using this shower.  You can use the other shower".  The two of them hit 
the showers and got ready for work.  "Rusty who are you defending today
in court?"  "I'm defending this drug addicted, drug smuggling prostitute.
We'll talk after work.  I want to hear about what went on at Pine Needle
Hospital today".  Grabbing his briefcase Rusty left for work.  Pulling into 
the parking lot of Green Haven courthouse Rusty parked and went inside.
Entering the superior courtroom Rusty took a look around.  "Look at all these
scum bags.  I want to kill everyone of them" Rusty thought to himself.  As he
aproached the bench the inmates was led in by an officer.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Brown Philosopher aka The Green 
Poet aka Red Seven


Details | Rhyme | |

The Demon

A silent scream no one can hear;
One heart gripped by grief and fear!
The pieces are scattered all over the floor.....
Willing the bad force to walk out the door.
Ripping, biting, scratching, shouting!
The demon has escaped his coop!
This is going to be a forever fighting,
Maybe brew a spell binding witches soup?
Spinning the top round and round.....
So much raw sadness can be felt and has been found
Where is this raw sadness’ soul?
Did it survive? Is it still whole?
It’s pitch black, nothing wants to be seen....
Is it still living? Is this a dream?
The Cruelty! Battered and broken,
It has never before of been spoken.
Everybody just passes it by,
Lying in the corner, waiting to die.
Demonic laughter and flashing eyes;
It keeps it hidden to those who are saying their good byes
He’ll never die! His cruelty he wants to spread,
Even to me, dreaming and sleeping in my own bed!


Details | Rhyme | |

Among The Roses

As I stroll among the roses
Upon my brain this question poses
Am I destined for insanity?
Was I forced into this calamity?

All along the walkway voices howl
My eyes have seen the darkest of dark
The foulest of foul
My time has come, I see it now

How could I fall into such disgrace?
I know for certain I must leave this place
I must fly from here with unforeseen haste
I am frightfully nervous, running out of space

My visions are haunted by ghost of yore
The guilt paints my mind with a ghastly decor
My soul has been shaken to its very core
I am barely crawling across the garden floor

As I flee from here to there
I become the victim of an intense glare 
Barely visible through my tangled hair
Is that statue alive, to whom I stare?

I have happened upon a large stone giant 
Standing tall and defiant
The giant roared "you killed from rage!"
"Now you must pay for your hate!"

"Why must you interrogate me so?"
My voice did whisper
"Because you are weak!"
His voice did grow

"You could not possibly understand
They caused me a grievance for which I could not stand"
"It did not have to be this way
If that night your hand did stay"

And so the argument went on
Until I collapsed upon the lawn
Blood running from my nose and head
Regretfully realizing I was dead

My spirit now haunts this estate
For me it has become too late
Upon my brain this question poses 
As I stroll among the roses


Details | Rhyme | |

Angelus's Reign Ends

The bloodthirsty reign of Angelus had ended, or so the story has been told,
that after feasting upon and killing the beloved daughter of a gypsy family,
the gypsy shaman cursed Angelus with a soul.
Damned to immortally walk the earth, never to know or pursue happiness,
for if a moment of joy were to be experienced, 
it would release the hold of the curse.
His evil darkness would once again return. 
His soul once again would be lost.
The power of Angelus's soul and conscience
would avoid this at any cost.
Blood, his only sustenance can no longer be attained from taking human life.
Surrounded by so many a human temptation 
is the eternal challenge of Angelus's immortal cursed life.
He now must feed on the blood of vermin, chickens, cattle and swine.
never to know or experience true happiness 
or evil Angelus will return big time.
*
"What's happening to me? Something's horrifically wrong.
Why do I have this overwhelming sense of fear that I no longer belong?
What is this crippling feeling that seems to surround me? 
Is this what is known as being afraid?
I am Angelus. Things like fear are alien to me.
Just ask any,...just ask any of the many,...just ask,
all the helpless victims I so mercilessly slain.
Sometimes they wouldn't scream. They were too petrified,
but children, children always screamed.
My God, the poor frightened children would always cry before they died.
Why do I now see and feel all the terror I instilled
on all these faces who now haunt me. 
My God, all these faces of all these people I killed.
You'd think that with my many centuries past,..
...the past which boasts of all the horrible things I have done.
You'd think that with all I have butchered, killed and maimed 
that I wouldn't be able to remember every single last one.
My God, what is happening? Where have I been?
Why was I this monster so consumed with the total embracing of sin?"
He hovered in the corner alone, frightened and cold.
All of his past horrors committed continued to unfold.
The vampire all vampires feared was no more.
He was now cursed with a soul 
and the power of conscience is a power that evil can never endure.
The bloodthirsty reign of Angelus had ended, 
but there's still more story of this vampire to be told.
Such as his quest for redemption by protecting the helpless,
as Angel, The Vampire with a Soul.


Details | Bio | |

UnInvited Visitor, for me

It felt so…. very, very good (oooo… squirming my body, left to right)
 You know when ones’ forehead is knitted?
 It’s that kind of good... Very good.

The cool of the cotton sheets, over my leg, feet,
 I’m spread out like an eagle, as I go into a spiritual orgasm
 Gripping pillows and smelling fresh clean scents sheets.

A body then places its weight on me,
 It’s heavy
 Like a healthy strong man well in control of me.
 Gliding his fingers in with mine, then gripping them tightly...
 His breathing becomes harder, along with mine
 We are now intertwined ….

He is familiar, maybe he is early and wanted to surprise me,
 But I can’t see him, he is so heavy on top of me...
 It does not matter, this moment is full of climax!
 Of high strong sexual energies,
 Like a burst of huge fireworks and the cry of a violin…

I don’t want this to end…please don’t think...
 I’m thinking it’s him, how else would one get in this house
 He goes on and smells my neck
 Passionately we felt

I reach my hands for his soft thick hair.
 Could it be? Then my eye blaze in fear!
 This is a stranger, how did he get in here! Is it too late now for me?
 He smells once more, I’m perfumed in coconut musk all over my neck
 the voice then whispers and say: “this is the norm here”

I rolled over, as I could not fathom why he was talking in dark sarcasm
 it was not who I had expect or what I had expected.
 It moved from between my legs and sadly left
 I never want to feel that way again, the heated passion followed by a dead confusion

yes human was its form, but it was not human at all…


Details | Lay | |

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)


Details | Free verse | |

The Beast

On a city street in the United States

There exists a woman without a face

She has no eyes that give her vision

She has no ears with which to listen

No nose, she can not sniff or smell

But her mouth looks like a beast's from hell

Her teeth are jagged, her grin is wide

And if you see her I suggest you hide

She loves her meals young and fresh

She prefers the taste of human flesh

She approaches you in the dark of night

She wants you to see her before you take flight

She enjoys the hunt, it's her favorite game

So don't ask me the street or the city's name

If you haven't guessed, that woman is I

and when we meet, you will certainly die


Details | Ballad | |

I Long For Yesterday

Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here to stay.
I can't find light to brighten up my days,
I guess I'll just fall astray.
Suddenly I'm not all the man I used to be,
There's an evil shadow inside of me.
I can't seem to set all the problems free,
I guess my only option is turn back and flee.
Although I sit here and have this guilt,
I'm burning down the good I ever built.
The good times were an easy game to play,
I'm searching for a place to hide away.
I don't know why I have to run. 
I still can not say,
I've done everything wrong,
Now I long for yesterday.
Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here stay.
Suddenly I'm not all the man I used to be,
There's an evil shadow inside of me.
The good times were an easy game to play,
I'm searching for a place to hide away.
I don't know why I have to run.  
I still can not say,
I've done everything wrong,
Now I long for yesterday.


Details | Free verse | |

Plays of Sadsim

The evil ones who are leaders,have the youth who look up to them trying to change their ways to be just like them

Not realizing how they are poisoning innocent minds so they can have followers

Causing death around them not caring because they are still living

These are the same people we trusted and turned deaf if someone told us so

People rather listen to evil then listen to what the good ones have to say


Details | Rhyme | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

Behold

For as long as you live,
you are tortured.
And torment comes in the eye
of the beholder
I envision a master
in the night and on the dawn
Escaping tyranny of 
Unbelievable sacrifice
Surrounded by a periscope
That leads him to believe
He’s trapped.
Calling out for help but in a whisper 
In the mystical land of
Crime and punishment
He grabs for a purified ligule
But his grasp is unbidden and he slips
To fall on hard pavement
And a reservoir from the grey clouds begin
To fall 
Within quad rival


Details | ABC | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

In the Belly of the Beast

As I sit here in this jail cell
where evil spirits and demons feast.
I can feel the hatred around me
here in the belly of the beast.

With each shouted curse or scream of pain
the evil around me grows.
I'm a single Christian Soldier
where the enemy forces flow.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Unclean to the evil....

Young girl watches as her mother is raped
The blood in her body runs cold 
Her fear is shown with every tear
Noone there to stop the crulity that is taking over
A village being cleansed of culture
As my mother lays dead 
I scream to the demon 
You may take my body to hell
But never my spirit 
As the life is removed from my being
I am free of fear no more a single tear
From above I watch as my village is slaughtered
The clearest of river now pours red
The beauty of my land is now devils land
A domination of men of power I spit on them
A dirty word as they are nothing except murderous evil souls
Day by day year by year hour by hour minute by minute 
So many lives are tortured as they die with the massacres
An elimination of ethnic wonders are now silent
Men women the youngest of child and the oldest around
All to be set aside in a grave of brutal domain
Fire burns its fiery its vision is angered
Savage men violently eliminate the undesired ethnic ones
They hold inner weakness of a blinded power
To intentional murder in such unforgiving crimes
There is no excuse for man to be so unconcerned
An intimidation far from beauty as nature once conserved
Now my innocences within my spirit walks by holding my mother's hand 
As we now are free from such evil times within man

All love and blessings to the victims of Ethnic cleansing may there souls now run free ...









Details | ABC | |

Possession

Pounding, pounding, 'side my head
Flip around 'till nearly dead.
Scratching at the back of my brain
Crashing forward, running train
White eyes glare out, banish me gone
But I may stay firm, must stand strong
Or the demon inside will kill more and more
And the world will be like never before.


Details | Verse | |

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!


Details | Couplet | |

Demons Below

go ahead with the the lies coming out of your mouth when you know that in the end the truth all comes out. everytime you go to bed, the demons awaken your soul to torcher and tear away what's left of your control. they'll tear you apart, don't underestimate the power of the dead when they just began to start. for each sin you've made comes another demon on the way. just remember there's no good in the world anymore, so there's no point in trying to lock your door. evil spelled backwards is live so evil is what we live for. don't try and deny it because if you really think about it anyone can defy it.


Details | Lay | |

Booming Night

Bang! Bang!
A roaring sound erupted from downstairs awakening my sister and I, 
Silence over filled the house.
My sister and I laid in our bed immobile, 
I listened to her soft quivering breaths as the tranquility took over the world
But then . . . 
Mama screams.
Bang! Bang!
There it went again, 
Now is was silent.
My older sister Susan carried me in her arms and hid me under the bed,
“I’ll be right back,
I’m gonna see what mommy and daddy are up to, don’t come out until I return, You understand me Sophie?” Susan whispered.
I nodded my head yes and she tiptoed out of the door . . . Leaving it cracked open.
Once again it was silent,
I listened to the wind whistling outside my bedroom window,
It was soothing,
It was aesthetic,
My eyes began to slowly drift off,
But then . . . 
Susan screamed which made me jump out of my dreamland.
Bang! Bang!
Once again it was silent,
But this time . . . 
I was on my own. 
“Susan?” I whisperedly called out.
No answer . . . 
“Susan?!” I called out again.
Still no answer
Tears flooded my eyes as more silence filled the room.
I was afraid . . . 
But I knew I had to be strong for Susan.
So I waited . . . 
and waited . . . 
And waited . . .
I waited for so long that I began to lose track of time.
Woo-Woo!
I hear a noise outside my window . . . 
A different noise?
From the corner of my eye I see blue and red lights flashing outside.
 That’s when I knew it was time to be brave,
I got out from underneath the bed and held on tightly on my stuffed teddy bear. 
I tiptoed out of my room and down the stairs,
Moments later my feet hit the cold kitchen floor,
I could barely see anything . . . Except for the flashing blue and red lights outside my front door.
I picked my feet up and slowly began to make my way towards the door, 
Splash! Splash!
I stepped in something wet,
But it felt different . . .
Something sticky . . . 
Something slippery . . .
But dries within seconds.
“Hee-Hee”
I hear a faint laugh come from behind me.
I stood there in the puddle of dark liquid not moving a single muscle.
“Hee-Hee”
The sadistic laugh appeared louder this time,
I felt someone’s warm, but mephitic  fear consumed me,
I could fell the presence
inching closer . . .
And closer . . . 
And closer . . .
Until I could fell their lips brush against my ear.
I didn't dare to turn around . . . 
But I knew it was a man.
He shushed me and whispered something in my ear . . . 
Something that I’ll never forget . . . 
“Bang, Bang”


Details | Prose Poetry | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Splash of Evil

Faint the sense of others tingle the hairs on your skin
Fade the blur of shadows of those who have been
Blue the mist of dampness in the air
Chills embrace the room full of fear.

See the glimpse of souls braced thin
Whispers of warnings you hear within
Tricks the mind plays is things disappear
Objects seem to move with no one there.

Shrieks of screaming only you hear
Are you alone or is something there
Whisk of emotions leave you cold
A splash of evil you bestowed.

Walls bleed but feel dry
Eyes see but believe they lie
Open the door and turn the key
Doubt your senses don't believe.

Walking down the stairway feeling faint
Above floating specter or saint?
Stumbling down you hit the floor
Echos of laughter as you run out the door.


Details | I do not know? | |

Resident Evil

Nightmare dissolves
I am alone
I am with no-one
Time runs out
Please help
No one is there
It is a pain like I can’t describe
Please help
Clever devils
The evil of the human mind
I am alone
No one 
Devils Light shines
Hell has returned
Crash thunder
Murderous
I can’t move
I am still yet it is addictive
I am subjected by violence
It is neither amazing nor fun
It is bitter punishment
A creation man shouldn’t have made
Let me be free of this misery
No more
I will beat this
Also the evil corporation
I am free of this evil forever
No more of this pain
I do not fear you anymore
I will stop you with my bear hands
I do not fear nothing
Stop tormenting me
I only fear one
It is not you


Details | Verse | |

Chair Man

Chair Man 
He made a decision to clean the factory chimney out. 
Did he know it would be messy? 
I look out of my window and see so much smoke emanating from the chimney. 
It blanketed the fields in particulate sulphate alkali acid. 

I was so happy! I could be a zombie now. 
I ran down to the fields and danced naked in the grass. 
I was in a real pea souper of man made chemical arsenic fog. 

Right away it happened: zombification! 
My skin bubbled like acid and fell off in tatters. 
My lungs filled with liquid and I drowned in my own blood. 
Every orifice streamed liquid, a real cock burn. Won't be using it no more. 
The only gals for me will be ones I eat. 

The smoke thins and I see a watery sky. 
The pause between before and after. 

My life and my very body have changed for the better. 
I feel my teeth turning into steel shards that yearn for female zombie flesh. 

I go in search of my first victim. 
As I stroll thru the summer grass I see her. Mrs Peters from the farm. 
She looks disorientated. 

I close in.


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.


Details | Free verse | |

Love's Evil Ways

 Love is a sword stabbing me in the back.
I lay low and wait for it's attack.
I know it will come for me it does time and time again.
It plays a game with me, on I'll never win.
It stares at me and grins inviting me to come in.
The problem  is I always do.
Love is evil but this I knew.
What a fool I am to believe this time it was true.
I never should have trusted you.
Love makes me blue time a and time again.
I think I have come to realize it is not my friend.
So never will I be tortured by love's evil ways.
And never again will I play  it's game cause I have more in life to gain.


Details | Light Poetry | |

PISA TOWER

All the nations met,
Chat,
All the things came correct,
Brought the World straight,
A symbol they thought,
The Pisa they built,
Now tilt!