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Details | Free verse | |

THE VAMPIRE

For I am death, the personification of pure evil,
The grand godfather, of legions of unnumbered generations.
Behold thy disciples, baptized beneath my crimson waters,
Of blood.
Then reanimated as the living undead, in mine own image,
These are my forsaken children of the Night.
Kissed by the angel of death, I'm resurrections insurrection,
Spawned in hell a creature devoid of heart or soul, yet do I
Exist, biting at the exposed throat of humanity, leaving it
Drained completely dry.
Does not the white lily turn ember red, within this the
Valley of damnation.
My throne is a black coffin gilded in golden refinement,
Residing beneath the wooden lid, the beast sleeps,
Waiting to be embraced by the darkness of night.
Slowly, emerging from mine cryptic mausoleum,
I'm famished for the taste of the living essence
Of mankind.
A gentlemen reaper of the fallen, deeply do these
Fangs penetrate into the soft flesh of humanity,
Tis a dark blessing's supernatural gift, have I been 
So given, to take life then to restore it.
Raw beasts of instinct, clinging to the ethereal
Moon, that hangs above illuminating this,
Our unholy abyss.
Welcome to a shadow nation of the unseen,
Whose roots extend backwards, to an older country’s
Unconsecrated soil, called Transylvania. 
On mine legacies crest, a red dragon with talons
Extended reaches out, grappling for powers control.
For I am Dracula, born of royal blood in life,
But in death I am a king, let these castle walls
Bleed on forever, and the hounds of hell,
Sing outside my rod iron gates.
But beware mortal flesh if you so enter,
For I will enjoy every trespasser,
Whom dares to venture within my
Sacred territory, with a fiendish smile
Upon my hungering face.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Free verse | |

THE HANGING TREE

Dead men tell no tails, or so the winds of 
Destiny’s say.
On judgment hill from on high, 
Voices do echo downwards, as the 
Noose does sway, back and forth, on the
Hangman's tree.
These gallows, of oaken branches, act as tethers,
 Shackles, holding the forsaken, souls prisoner.
Ghost phantoms cling, to it's rotten limbs,
That break beneath times endless rampage.
Regrets fallen horsemen, of the old west, 
Stand guard, sentinels on horse back,
Wearing a tarnished tin star.
God's law keepers, are  branded, sworn,
By their honor, to protect even after death,
The gates of heaven, from this spawn of hell.
Beware evil desperadoes, no mercy will
This the lord's posses show unto you, 
For these riders bare a different mark.
A silver cross of justice, given by
The Almighty’s hand himself.
Say thy prayers, all lawless men,
For on this day, does the rope tighten,
Around your neck, there is no reprieve,
No salvation for evils deceit.
Hell bound are thou, the devils breed.
But beware, there is no escape,
From this grave site.
At dawns first light, as it spreads
 Across the western horizon.
Know that yee, are one of many spirits
Doomed, to be weaved within the
Tangled limbs, called the hang
Mans tree.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


 


 

 


 

 


 

 


 


Details | Free verse | |

THE CITY OF LOST SOULS

Beware, out-Lander for thy tread on the sacred ground,
Of Louisiana, guarded by the ghosts of the Mississippi,
And here the dead tell know tails, of the living's returning,
After adventuring into the darkness of the night.
Rattle them bones, sister voodoo woman,
Black magic's high priestess, cast asunder the 
Ivory teeth of the white devils, across the streets
Of old New Orleans, behold the ancient city of lost souls.
Hidden beneath the glittering mask, of La Carnival,
It is the celebration of the dead, my friend, and faceless
Figures, do toss the beads of evil, to the lustful
Crowds gathering, for Mardi-Grad's extravaganza.
Phantom walkers, without names or emotions, spirit stalkers,
Roaming the old French quarter, seeking to catch the
Innocent traveler unaware and unprotected. 
A wall of realism and illusion, thin is the veils that divide
Light and darkness, sheer vaporous mist of transparency,
Existing in this the forgotten realm, where southern
Comfort invites the living to visit, but never allows them
To leave alive.
As the flickering rays of twilight fades, swallowed whole
By the spectral invaders, the creatures of light seek refuges,
Holy places, as the church bells ring, calling unto the innocent
Make heist to salvation's shelters of grace.
In he city's center, lays a dry leathery organ, sunken
And misshapen, feel the rising, the awakening of the
Heart of evil emerging, its veins arteries made of 
Cobble stones brick, thus are the webbing's of streets leading, 
Unto the deadened heart, metamorphosing it alive once more.
Slowly bloods spiritual essence rushes through
These ethereal veins, reaching this source most
Evil, it owns this city of lost souls, unto the tolling
Hour of dawns first rays of light, crossing the horizon.
Red bricked buildings lay side by side one 
Another, in a design of Gothic manipulation, feeding
Stations made cozy for the living and dead to reside
Within, as the crimson curtains blow freely from the 
Inside out, welcome my friends to the French quarters,
The threshold's crossing, between life and death.
Hear the low thumping of the Jamaican drum,
Mixed with African tongue, chanting in rhythm's
Echoing breeze, softly spoken in whispers are the spells
Of misfortune, a vow's crimson promise, written in blood
Long ago, a demonic pack made between the spiritual native
Inhabitance and the dark heart of the Cajun Bayou.
On bloods throne the Grim Reaper does so sit, next 
To his bride, the Queen known as Mrs. New Orleans,
Both laughing in tandem, with the musical chorus
In this requiem of the dammed.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Couplet | |

To All Of You

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

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

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

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

And those of us left alive
Must find away to survive

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The evil darkness and despair
Of a catastrophic lack of care

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

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


Posted for Nathan's 9-11 contest


Details | Free verse | |

THE HAUNTED

THE HAUNTED

In the silence darkness shows his presence, a lull and then acceleration,
A disturbance that awakens with dominance, the very heart of evil,
Dwelling within the inner sanctum of the Amityville house,
The stairway banisters shake with intensity.
A spectral quake and the walls become electrified with corporal power surges.
Lights flicker on and off the inward eyes of the house open wide as old bones
Quiver with anticipation like a hungry animal awaiting its feast on delivery,
Essence chills the air with a frosty mist, and fills the house with an eerie
Ethereal oria.
Rawness takes hold of the interior house, a graveyard erected on unsanctified
Property.
It has become a surge house for the supernatural.
The undead fee off the fear of men, who have been sapped of life force.
Nothing left except a dead corpse, caught between two worlds.
A vortex un-attainable by doorway or threshold.
There is a welcome mat marked by a skull n’ cross bone, it reads, “Dare not
Enter mortal flesh, or yea shall become part of this house.
Blood legacy forever.”
Voices within the walls scream with eternal fear, warning with howls, ‘Get out!”
“Get out!”
The evil laughs are heard o’er flowery wall paper that drips of crimson plasma.
It cascades downwards from the ceiling, soaking the baseboards.
Doors to the exist retreat and slam shut.
The window locks turn inward, and drapes fall shut.
No natural light to warm the icy halls. Trapped in a maze be-known as the Amityville house.
Small fleshless hands rip as the hair rises at the nape.
A voice whispers into your ear, “I am here, with you,” in the void you stand alone.
Panic fills your inner being; you’re alone in the dark with the unknown.
A mortal clinging to the edge of reality, a rift is heard, “CRACK” beneath your feet.
You are left dangling with two single hands grapping you, it and between oblivion.
Splinters of light hit the ebony trees from a distance away; Neha the Sacred Heart Priestess refines the grounds with her finesse.
Neha has a history of Exorcism successes.
It includes haunted house clearings, demonic possessions by forcible entry.
She casts them out with her outstanding humdinger light.
Her methods are un-cosher and as sporadic a whistling winds of tinnitus brawls.
She grates on those fallen soldiers who fin out too late that they have been duped in the army of Satan.
Neya raps on a skully warped door and scarf’s the threats that groan their way have
Inside of her.
Speaking in an insolent way she lets them know they have met their match.
Guttural sounds disseminate through the attic walls, and sent maggots scurrying
At her feet.
Undefeated, she picks one up and crunches between her teeth.
She presses bellows, n’billow, make yourself scarce as a tree in the meadow’
A howling voice in the meadow’ A drum and then with one last push n’shove the spectral flees through a cracked window.
Neha re-adjusts the amulet that had been strong-held round her neck, and says in calm voice” THIS HOUSE IS CLEAN’ then she sets out North, to find her sister’s three in the heart of the Sacred Forest.

Written By: Mystic Rose & Cheryl Dunn
For contest: Halloween Co-write
October 13, 2014-10-13


Details | Couplet | |

Civil War

This evening I listen to a Rock 'n' Roll band
Their track is Civil War, as our world now expands

To us it's the same size but to others they despise
For the want of greed exists in their killer hungry eyes

Where do I start, to say of their evil spread
A different starvation leaving the world in evil dread

It's not our today's but our yesterdays years
That our history tells us, of our everlasting torn tears

Cambodia, the Lebannon, and Sri Lanka's Indian sun
Rebels who demand better at the end of a gun

Guaetamala and Peru with their Shining Path
Villagers in terror decrying it's ever last

Democracy is our power in it's controllable exist
Like the Shining above, how long will our future paths persist

Recent news in the Arabic World, has taken tyrants by surprise
For decades they have stolen with their torturing infidel lies  

I could go deeper and deeper to describe these evils acts
In wanton blood spillage, to increase civil war torn facts

For this is the world we live in, it appears we determine to live
Maybe in our lifetime it will be on our doorstep, we open, our lives will sieve










http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-8.php



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War Mentality

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | Narrative | |

Human Pythons

Iranians are Persians,
devil worshipping pythons,
on the highway to Hades.


Details | Limerick | |

Vladimir King Kong

Hammer Sickle Ding Dong,
Vladimir Putin thinks he’s King Kong.
He conquered Crimea in a day.
Obama said: “What The Hey!
Doesn’t Vlad know that’s just plain wrong?”


Details | Free verse | |

The kiss of betrayal

I heard about a name
that gave it all to the evil game
taking in vain - the son of man
a few silver coins and little bit of fame.

eternal shame
for the main event 
of his evil deeds 
for ever be a slave in chains

thrown down to the deep
away from the earth
his name was revoked  in a heartbeat - from the book
and the devil gave birth 

to the betrayal of JESS
he implanted in his heart
treason with a kiss
giving up the light for the dark

good  for wrong
life for death
and for ever he is gone
from the life giving breath

damned is he who will follow
evil man with a evil walk
so we all should swallow-the holy spit 
when GOD shall speak

don't be like the dark prince
traitor with evil deeds 
perhaps false messiah 
having sex with 7 years old kids

do forgive me if I'm wrong
but at 7 years old-still a child
at nine she gave birth to another child
another creature that has to stop being a child - for a while

mean while
emotions are running wild
thinking the messiah was reborn
somewhere in the wild

as a animal
humble eyes and fake smile
slaughter with cannibals
messiah's favorite carnival 

you could call me Hannibal
so I'll recruit another Army
to defeat the madness
and live in peace and harmony


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 | Epic | |

Introduction

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

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


Details | Lyric | |

Pledge Not The Allegiance

It's the third verse,
I got the urge to purge
All the curt words I've splurged,
I've submerged in sin,
I'll go to church repent,
Then go curse again,
Lets reverse this trend
We nurse tolerance,
When it might offend,
If I white wash my fence,
So try to not get tense,
When I do not defend, 
Those who chose to be dense
And not use their two cents,
To show kids the reverence,
For the pledge of allegiance.


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 | Free verse | |

JACK THE RIPPER

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

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Quatrain | |

The St Bartholomew's Day Massacre

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


Details | Rispetto | |

Beliefs

All beliefs are based upon same precedent.
Good and evil battle until end is near.
Mankind is always ever so negligent.
Split between each person is true faith and fear.
Good shall overcome evil this we all know.
Humankind will always have their choice to show.
Good will never destroy good, this we know true.
Evil destroys evil; that is what they do.



Written for


Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta 
Contest Name Rispetto 


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Gabriel

Boy the things throughout the centuries that I’ve seen.
I’ve been around a long time watching in the wings acutely aware and keen.
I was there when Nimrod proclaimed to the nations he was God and built the tower.
Ignoring the Father as he abused his nation and his power.

Going on in mans history came another tyrant his name was Nero.
He was absolutely insane he watched as Rome burned and his gain was zero.
Going on into mans future I observed another tyrant come to the scene he was Napoleon,
A dictator who became an emperor his personal war on Europe was obscene.

Being here for a long time mans history evolved to Adolf the mass murderer Hitler.
With his thugs he brought Germany death and destruction; he became the ultimate anti-Christ and a dictator.
Over ten million people died in that last World War.
To this day you can still see the deathly scars.

So far as I looked back all I see is mans nature to fight, make war, and to kill.
The wars started by these evil men have tried to break mans will.
Now in the present day a trend is continuing man knows no other way.
Their habits, their evil deeds are still here to this day.

Now as I look from the heavens an evil presence is rising again in the Middle East.
Only this time it’s different, it's the Prophesied rise of the beast.
You think carnal man would see this evil trend, because history is repeating.
The way of man is about to end, Our Father is angry, He’ll be seeking.

Our Fathers legions of angels will be returning to end mans reign on this earth.
Stopping mans madness and to stop them from annihilating himself, it’s all been predicted long before are births.
You might be thinking who is this speaking this way. Speaking for the Father? Who is he to say that God will prevail?
Well I’ve been around here waiting for God’s summoning since Adam, my name is the angel Gabriel.

We have been waiting in the heavens to fight the battle against the evil one.
Waiting for the Father to say it’s time, mans judgment has finally come.
The earth will be God’s spiritual kingdom and He will reign amongst men.
His truths His ways, His love, will prevail and all worthy will enter the kingdom.


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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.
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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 | Senryu | |

Lord of the Sabbath

Sabbath day
hands rub against plucked grain heads
watchful foe

-Inspired by Luke 6:1-11-
12-21-13


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THE VOICES OF SALEM

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

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN



 

 


 


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Vivid Description Feb 23 2011

Sometimes I question what happened that night,
did I deserve everything he did to me.
I ask myself that question over and over again,
the answer I never did recieve.

I opened the door without hesitation,
and instantly my body froze with fear.
My mind wnet blank and I couldn't move,
my heartbeat was all I could hear.

There he was starring me in the face,
with his hands around my neck.
With a half crocked smile and evil in his eyes,
that was the moment my life became a wreck.

Tears filled my eyes with a lump in my throat,
honestly I didn't know what to do.
I wanted to scream but the words wouldn't come out,
I tried to prepare myself for what I was going to suffer through.

Holding me down with his hands still around my neck,
which was slowly killing me inside.  
I remember thinking that I wanted to die, 
to crawl into a hole and hide.

For hours I had to suffer through,
his payback, his torture and the pain.
I lost myself that October night,
only pieces of me remain.

Finally it stopped and he let go of my neck,
he had an evil smirck on his face.
He was looking down at me bawled up on the floor,
he said, "How do you like being put in your place?"


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Of Pilgrims and Indians

Of Pilgrims and Indians

By Elton Camp

In school we are taught a history filled with lies
In order that American history be well sanitized
The Pilgrims were a stern but gracious bunch
Who invited the Indians in to share their lunch

The Pilgrims were grateful to God to still be alive
And that with the Indian’s help, winter did survive
In their joy that they were still among the living,
Fed the savage natives at the first Thanksgiving

They thought themselves to be God’s chosen group
That those evil heathen it was God’s will they dupe
They were the new Canaanites in the promised land
Who, unless they converted, suffered a stern hand

In the name of Christ, they had every right to slaughter
Any the rebellious Indians: man, wife, son or daughter
The massacres of the Pequots are a very good example
Of what the Indians could expect was only a sample

Defenders of Pilgrims say that they were a hostile tribe
Murderous and far more vicious than one could describe
But, the Pequots were quite tranquil and living in peace
When Pilgrims hunted them like animals did that cease

It was in 1637, to the evil Pilgrim’s everlasting shame
Set a village on fire & shot those who escaped the flame
Before they set out with the intention to destroy a village
They prayed to their Lord to direct them in their pillage

To Indian captives, Pilgrims showed the extent of hate
To murder wasn’t enough, so they enjoyed to mutilate
So one Pequot man they literally tore limb-from-limb
Until Captain Underhill showed mercy and shot him

And by candid records written at that time, we’re told
Captives they decided not to kill, into slavery they sold
Other Indian tribes, to help, the Pilgrims did compel
And demanded body part of victims as success to tell

Some may teach we cannot know what motives they had
But their conduct speaks for itself and is so terribly bad
To viciously kill other people seemed to give them a thrill
Then they made it worse by claiming that it was God’ will

(The version of the Pilgrims we are taught is school is nearly a complete falsehood.  
An example of spinning history.  Sorry to crush any childhood delusions.)


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HOLD UP THAT SWORD

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


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


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


Character: Chalinthra


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Refined Perfection

On a cold eerie night they come out to feed.
No desire to kill they just have to fulfill a need.
Most evil things plan on doing cataclysmic wrong,
Vampires are made through no choice, even if strong.
One reverse bite is all that is needed to start desire.
Their souls thrown out into the dreaded Hells’ fire,
Sleeping thru daylight they hunt and feed at night.
They are presumed evil since death follows fright.
With no soul they are doomed to this world of dark.
They carry on with life un-chosen with makers mark.
Witches have choices between being evil or good.
Maybe Vampires would choose differently if they could.
This monster that has been crucified thru ages defined.
If given a chance would deliver perfection refined.


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"Instruction, Destruction"

“Instruction, Destruction”

Satin evil intrigues us so that he’s devastation enables souls to glow, Killing the 
impossible of any growth, Leading to the fires of his satisfaction by implying his 
whispers in our actions, where did such evil evolve but I found the answer to this 
problem I solve, blessed among greatness and his power, he could’t even 
understand the knowledge upon by the hour, So he used greed of seconds to 
devour, Banished from the heavenly kingdom beneath the earth, But from the 
beginning of man kind he simply was the curse of, Destruction,
But by Instructions this darkness turns into miracles of life, Joy is love and by this 
it shall cover the night, So light brings forth faithful things, Turning Satin 
nightmares into wonderful dreams, Anointed by my Savior presence and blessed 
with my eyes seeing miraculous scenes by following my father, Instructions.


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Pierce The Gloom

Pierce The Gloom


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

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

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

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

R. LINDLEY
11/18/1976


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Ignorance is Bliss

 
Ignorance is Bliss 

Ignorance is Bliss 

When GOD destroyed the town of NINEVA Jonah danced and grinned an evil 
smile. He party and he drank and he ate squab and many other birds an evil 
meat he danced among the naked thralls oh wait this never happened gentile 
reader let me tell you the real story was this wise. Jonah was an angry man he 
waited on the hill so happy was the man for the GOURD vine had got between 
him and the sun the shade was so very nice and then an evil wind came up so 
hot and burning him the vine withered like a worm had come and smote the 
vegetable matter it was made of. He got hot and it made him mad and then the 
wonder of it all as he gazed down upon the town at people in the cattle stalls just 
going around about the businesses at hand. JONAH why are you mad there is 
more than TWENTY THOUSAND people in the city of this land. No one of them 
knows his right hand from his left they are just ignorant. Why would you have me 
destroy them? Jonah stubbed his toe in his excitement. Eye knew that you OH 
GOD would be like that. The city is spared why then did you have me Preach 
against it. The answer lies insided in the minds of all my readers. Because that I 
am GOD and because that I am Care and just to make them all aware of 
trespasses and of sins to make them all get better and to live. When you were in 
the belly of the whale and given up for dead the sign was given then for JESUS 
my only SON to come and save all of the men who listen now to me and turn to 
him and still they will repent and turn from all the sin as this NINEVAH has done. 
Just listen and say Jesus is the LORD. Ignorance is soon forgiven more than evil 
knowledges and hardnesses of hearts. 
 
           
 
 
 Ignorance is Bliss 
 


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Evil Rides the Wind

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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Faith, rationality and Islam: a crisis

The world shared some turmoil; what went wrong?
that was the question, deplored the argument;
It’s all about Pope Benedict’s address
given to his old university at Regensburg
in Germany where he had taught –
a number of years with total commitment,
genuine dialogue and contribution.

His theology speaks about history and faith
its rationality and intellectual debate
meant to participate without any regret;
with relationship between faith and intellect.

The darkness of a new episode or story to tell,
barbarism that the Pope fears in this generation;
perhaps abuse and neglect of fundemental values
that’s growing  decadence of moral continuation.

It’s how he sees now the postmodern Europe,
in different ways where there are revelations;
a climate of relativism and shared influence
secularism in the service of separation.

What’s binding in his theological rejoinder
church’s original faith expressions and traditions
a cultural product of time shared with modern trust
revisited and highlighted with modern ideas.

Plato and Aristotle are indeed proponents
of Greek philosophical tradition;
their influence in the medieval Latin formation
shared some dialogue along with revelation.

What was exactly quoted in Pope Benedict’s address
referring to Manuel II Palaeologus 
“show me just what Muhammad brought that was new,
and there you will find things only evil and inhuman,
such as his command to spread by the sword
the faith he preached.”

There’s a vivid brusqueness in this statement,
however, he explained between faith and reason;
the Muslim world reacted with anger and conclusion,
that Pope Benedict had denounced the Qu’ran in its existence.

Not in his own personal view how he said it,
without any polemics to pounce on its evil meaning
Qu’ran as an unmediated word of God;
the message of the Prophet it descended –
on Muhammad; it came from God.

Hostility continued to draw the line of division,
A process of theological need and understanding
With shared witness and value in today’s relativism,
Pope Benedict had reason completely credible.


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The Surf.

In beggars lane I born a surf,
And knowledge I a King of worth,
Not known by me for father kept,
This secret safe, this secret slept,

That I to live in poor estate,
With vagabonds and thieves relate,
To live a life of poor renown,
To ragged be with ragged gown,

Yet forces then unknown to me,
When I a man, would be set free,
For Kingdom then hath need of me,
To fight their plight and their King be,

Twas on the night of winters call,
That I ordained! With Kingly shawl,
And crown upon my head so laid,
Their saviour I was so then made,

The sword of truth laid in my hands,
That heart of me to its command,
To slay the evil in its wake,
And truth to free for mans own sake!

To go then hence and battles wage,
To fight with heart, and evil cage,
To swathe this land in harmony,
My heart to fight, their bonds to free!


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Sir Robin Of Loxely

 
Outlaw Robin Hood, and his band of men 
Hidden in Sherwood Forest, they had a large den 
His deeds were known all over the county 
On his head there was a large bounty 
They were feared by the bad, and evil 
Loved by the good, honest, and feeble 

The Sheriff of Nottingham, was an evil man 
He taxed the people for all he can 
He knew Robin, robbed the rich for all he could 
And gave back to the poor as they knew he would 
In local inns, posters could be found 
'Dead or Alive', and you will be crowned 

The Sheriff had an ally, King John, self made 
Who's brother King Richard, was on a crusade 
Had bold and brave men fighting on behalf of his aid 
The Sheriff's men they always tried to evade 
Robin Hood's men, were strong and brave 
Making friends of the people who's families they saved 

On return to his home land, from his grueling crusade 
Discovered the true intentions, in the way Robin, behaved 
So off to Nottingham, to pardon Robin, and his men 
King Richard, back on the throne content and pleased 
Maid Marian, to Robin, her hand was bequeathed 
Now 'Sir Robin', of Loxely', was given his land, title and deeds 	 


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When The World Cries

I have seen many things within my life 
And I wonder if we have learned a thing 
I saw man reach for the stars, place his foot upon the moon 
And I heard the whole world it sing 

I saw two brothers that the world so loved 
One became as King upon our eyes 
The one he fell upon the wayside of our lives 
As the other was taken too his life 

I saw a man, he taught and he preached 
He said, Please set my people free 
He too, he fell along the wayside of his path 
Now three times the world cried misery 

I watched a war where many they died 
So many, they lost their lives 
For the fourth time the world, this time cried fowl 
This war that was proclaimed a lie 

I saw their names placed down in stone 
For those that had given lives 
And I wonder if we have learned a thing at all 
And I wonder if this does make it right 

I watched a Princess live out her life 
I remember the night that she died 
Again the world it lost a love 
For the fifth time the world it cried 

I watched the Towers as the whole world gazed upon 
As evil, it brought the towers down 
Again so many they would lose their lives 
And again the whole world it cried 

I watched a man proclaim, I am a King 
You can't touch me, I have my own way 
Many they died while under his rule 
His ruthlessness and his evil ways 

I watched the night in the predawn hours 
Lightening made by man it filled the sky 
This time the world knew what must be done 
Still there were those that doubted why 

I watched as those stormed across his land 
And proclaimed evil must not survive 
I saw the Kingdom handed back to it's peoples hands 
But this time the world it would not cry 

We have all seen many things within our lives 
And sometimes wonder of the reasons why 
Sometimes the world it has it's need to cry 
But then sometimes we do get it right. 
 
 


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Recognize

Will you Recognize the evil when it smiles and shakes your hand?
 As It tells you lies that open you eyes and poison your foods with Chemical tools.
Better health long life is the Promise you cannot top this! 
There is no promise more false in this land more readly believed then the 
Gospel.
Yet given a close insepection the cancer of this reflection is evident in the the way 
you die today. 
So i say to you as we go to war, Who among you,WHo among you has looked 
deeply at the man in charge? 
Is his faith real or is it a shadow of a former lie?
A lie told to a differant nation under the same disguise of Liberty Justice and the 
Nazi Dream. 
This war is not the first and although many feel it will be the last.
The whole world destroyied in one hot flash. 
Man as a race has been here before thousand of years ago we knocked on this 
door.
So long ago that the memorey is all but gone.
 I've been told im like a man who had a dream,I'm not what i seem.
 1947 is the year to recall weve won the war were the words printed Tall! The war 
is over and what did we get?
 Scientist  compleete with there gifts! Gifts of war and hate to recruit to our side. 
Them and there families taken in with Pride!
Look for them now you know who they are running the show and not from afar.
So ill ask you one more time. 
Will you Recognize real evil when it smiles and shakes your hand? 
I do and its ruling our land! 


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Damned Yankees

I could smell the ballpark in my glove
Lose myself in the crooked sky above
Hear the roar of the crowd in my bat
Oblivious to your epitaph called stats
Dreaming a dream, called baseball

But that was all taken from me
From an evil that does not sleep
Forgive me if I say
Damn Yankees

So you bought a curse named Ruth
Not to mention 26 Octobers to boot
Did you do it to spite this game
Integrity sold for the price of fame
Dreaming a dream, called baseball

But that was all taken from me
From an evil that does not sleep
Forgive me if I say
Damn Yankees

You built a cathedral from which to boast
Helped the Babe exorcise Gehrig’s ghost
Buried Maris beneath a Mantle of shame
Sleeping with a bottle and two dames
Dreaming a dream, called baseball

But that was all taken from me
From an evil that does not sleep
Forgive me if I say
Damn Yankees

Joltin Joe swinging that Marilyn clout
The mighty Casey you struck out
Too old for a springtime affair
Welcome Jeffrey Maier
Dreaming a dream, called baseball

But that was all taken from me
From an evil that does not sleep
Forgive me if I say
Damn Yankees

Three times a charm in the Bronx zoo
Reggie’s knockin them out, Billy too
Who needs a bookie if you have a boss
You can bet you’re fired after a loss
Dreaming a dream, called baseball

But that was all taken from me
From an evil that does not sleep
Forgive me if I say
Damn Yankees

Beware the seduction of pinstripe sin
Immortalized by Jeter’s cocky grin
Four more pennants in five years time
Selling out is winning’s soul crime
Dreaming a dream, called baseball
 
But that was all taken from me
From an evil that does not sleep
Forgive me if I say
Damn Yankees

So tell me George, when will it end
Is 200 million a salary cap or a trend
If it’s a general manager you seek
I hear the Devil comes real cheap
Dreaming a dream, called baseball

But that was all taken from me
From an evil that does not sleep
Forgive me if I pray
Damned Yankees

I could smell the ballpark in my glove
Lose myself in the crooked sky above
Hear the roar of the crowd in my bat
Oblivious to your epitaph called stats
Dreaming a dream, called baseball


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News


People believe in doing evil things 
As long as they don't get caught 
What a piece of mentality just to think 
They can get away with more than they can chew 

Everyday and everywhere people do crimes 
They don't care to do later time 
Killing, raping,stealing,and who knows what more 
They do it all with evil intent, and cause so much pain 

Some of us are just so tired 
Of observing and hearing only bad news 
Wars,poverty and the homeless,people hurting one another 
Good news would be nice for a change, they're long overdue! 



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2004-2008


December,10,2008


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EVIL

It’s amazing how evil is spread
Look at Hitler and Saddam Hussein
Brainwashing innocent people
Making them play their game
The people are driver by fear
After having torture thrown in their face
To scared to do anything but adore
The dictator of their race
At the beginning they must know that it’s wrong
To hurt or harm an innocent soul
But after a while the guilt wears away
The evil has full control
The poor people of his country are puppets
To play and do with as is pleased
If they don’t conform to his demands
The trigger of the gun is squeezed
Disregarded of like useless dolls
Treated like mindless slaves
Not daring to make a stand 
Against the dictators evil ways
It must seem easier to side with evil
Then to be tortured for being strong
But when the evil is conquered 
They may feel that decision was wrong
Their weakness will be avenged
By the people evil did not touch
They will live to regret 
That evil affected them so much


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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!