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Details | Epic | |

"LADY DEATH"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Witch That Sought To Curse Me

The Witch That Sought To Curse Me


Pain that cuts as a chill to the bone
she, she beats my heart upon her stone
Winged angels she defies and sends away
her curses eat into my night and day

No forgiveness does her heart ever give
as her cries follow me wherever I live
Had I only yielded  to her deep desires
her imps would still be in her fires

Nights, the hordes descend upon my head
evil blackness engulfs my shaking bed
Her minions sent to exact dark revenge
any more, my mind will become unhinged

Her crawling snakes hissing so foul
can see them striking out even now
Soon my heart feels her teeth bite
I refuse to yield with all my might

This witch was an angel that did sing
until I put on her evil marriage ring
Tonight torture will be dealt a blow
found, a cure to make her swiftly go

Verses to set like upon darkened like 
light's own mercy is about to strike
She is now bound by her own wicked glee
by my cutting her image into a dead tree

I used great wisdom from the Holy three
sought greater powers to set my Soul free...

Robert J. Lindley, 10-06-2014

Note: Inspired in part by the results of my 
second marriage and its ending.
Presented in honor of the dark season approaching now.


Details | Free verse | |

THE MUSIC BOX

Is it simply just a wooden music box?
Charming the human soul, with its melodic undertone,
What a hypnotic melody it so plays, enticing the listener
With its delicate waltz' sweetly strumming, exposing it's
Mystical quality of the supernatural
By its spiritual essence attractant, I'm thus so memorized,
A ballerina dancing in step, with the spell cast upon me,
Thus do so I spin, on this stationary pedestal, unable to move
On my own volitional power of chose and free will, 
I've be consumed utterly,
By the haunting tune, compelling me do its evil bidding.
The notes grow slower, unwinding until perfectly still,
But I'm not in a daydreams nightmare, I suddenly realize 
This absurdity is reality, has become real.
I'm that tiny figure within a child's musical box,
Frozen in stances freeze, unable to cry
Out for help, for made of wax am I now.
Then the lid is gently shut upon me, and in the
Darkness a sadistic voice, heckles and mocks
Me, speaking in musical notes it sings a deadly
Lullaby, rest eternal my beauty for you belong
To me now.
I've become a play thing to be tormented,
Languishing within this jewelry box.
Caught in this land of giants, whom wind
These musical chimes, to join me as a 
Prisoner's collection, of a thief called music.
Whom orchestrates this symphony of the demonic?
I dare not ask, for the voices anger would
Ravish what little is left of my humanity,
So I smile, and I dance at its pleasures
Whim, but within my soul a flickering
Ray does burn still, and it is called hope.
The music screams in terror's disbelief,
For the giants house has caught in flames,
And now he is the prisoner captured
Within a wooden tinder box.
I do so smile as I myself melt away,
Listening to the voice begging for help,
But no one comes to aid such evil as he.
But I am free at last, and except death
As a comforting friend's reprieve,
From the beast, is it just a simple?
Wooden music box.
 
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

 
 
 


Details | Free verse | |

A Dragon's Warning

You can see me when I fly
And my wings across the sky
My body is large and my neck is long
I will never sing a gentle song
My breath brings fire from deep inside
It's the reason many families have died
Don't come looking for a fight
Because I will scratch and bite
I will pound the ground and rattle your head
I will rip your flesh and your blood will spread
I will pick your bones clean
I am a dragon like you've never seen
So if you don't want to be ate by me
You better just turn away and flee


Details | Rhyme | |

Captive Needs A Release

Captive Needs A Release

Who's scratching in the attic, 
so eager to come down to play
Why is the evil laughter
sounding loudly my way?

What curses do I now hear
that spit into my room
The foul odor of darkness
reeking of tragic doom!

Where hides this monster
screeching so very loud
Growling out dark curses
would make the devil proud!

When will the wailing stop
the clawing sounds cease
Very soon I fervently pray 
this captive needs a release!


Robert J. Lindley, 10-10-2014 

note: Written based upon a short story I tell my son 
when he asks for a scary story!


Details | Free verse | |

SIN CITY-LAS VEGAS

On the streets of sin city, on the high roller's main drag,
Known as the Las Vegas Strip, a gentlemen phantom
Does stroll dressed in all black attire, striding forth with his golden Cain,
Flipping a silver chip into the air, and mocking at its power.
The devil's agent of deception is he, retaining a list of names
To collect upon, this gentlemen bandit of the forsaken.
He is here on the dark master’s behalf, ready to claim on
The I.O.U's signed by the greedy, and innocence fallen.
Quietly, moving amongst the crowded venues, he waits
Until his lord calls the name of the unlucky, to be reposed.
Dance do the neon lights, flashing towards pleasure dens of iniquity,
As ladies whom belong unto the night itself, offer their
Tokens of favor, for a working man's paycheck.
Black jacks twenty-one, cut those cards, and pass them out
The first timers dumb luck, will deliver him unto evil,
On this walkers dead man's list tonight.
Against the loaded dice, no soul is left unsanctified,
On the sacred green velvet altar, the wheel of fortune
Spins out of control, then hitting the baccarat tables
Wooden wall, someone screams snake eyes. 
Then all is lost, faded are the dreams of illusion, melting away
Into the harsh desert soil, along the road side leading to sin city.
Beneath the arid sandy duns, lies the grave yard
Of the unknown unidentified, a missing persons
Smorgasbord of the rich and infamous, lying right
Beside, the unreported poor man corpse.
This is the Grim Reapers play ground, taunting
And tormenting, those begging for redemptions
Last chance to gain a reprieves pardon.
But when tapped by his golden cain of death,
Your life's essence has wagered it's last bet,
To the winner goes the spoils, and now you
Belong unto the devil.
People say what happens in Vegas stays
There, and rightly so will he agree, with his blackened
Heart and soul, for after all is this not
The capital of hell on earth, known as
Sin City, Las Vegas, Nevada.
The populations of the undead just added
Another’s names tally and the gentlemen
Dressed all in black, is sent a wandering
Again amongst the crowed streets, to claim
Another victim in the dark master’s wrath of
Vengeance.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | I do not know? | |

unseen dimensions

second terra,masters of the nether world,
black is their art,as crafty smoke curls
behind a screen,landscaping scenes,amazing,
chemical elements influence our being
projecting images,manipulating thoughts
misguided perceptions easily bought
subliminal messages,chaotic fuel
hatred belies evil despotic rule.

recreant,miscreant,one and the same
lowly existence,there they'll remain
sinking lower to depths,uncaring of deeds
subliminal messages,planting evil seeds
appearances frequent to mislead perceptual
third eye needed to discern the actual
programs running,they're constantly gunning
head shots,heart shots,they've got,cunning
skills diverse,if left open for attack
awareness,understanding,will guard your back
no compromise on the bridge
as you stand on the ridge
spirit within' to keep you on edge
outskirts,outposts,uncharted fields
strength and honor,due time it will yield.


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 | Blank verse | |

The Eye

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


Details | 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 | 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 | Epic | |

Crossroads

Walking threw the mist of the night,
on the path that lead deep into the forest, in absence of sound;
from one whom was bought, no body shell be found,
of those who might be lost, homeward bound,
as we raven through this hollow ground.

Cross sentences that are incomplete, fractions that make you weak,
threw words that you learned so well, life is a living hell,
don't front and pull back, end of line, number check,
in the story and on track, blank page,
ink intact.


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 | Tanka | |

Where They Are

Zeke Gunn is his name.
Killing perverts brought him fame.
In jail with a shiv?
That is an affirmative.
Got to kill them where they are.


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 | Imagism | |

Shadow Shifters

Shadow Shifters
Awakened with a strange coldness filling the air the sensation I’m not alone comes over me. They’re here; shadow shifters coming to life out of the darkness and into the moonlight. Shadow Shifters start as part of your dreams deep inside your mind then move into the shadows and watch you. They close in taking your breath filling you with fear and panic!
The evil and horror put in my dreams are such that screams can’t even escape. I remind myself it’s only a dream when awakened terrified. Awakened by things other than my dreams; no longer nightmares but now stronger and moving about my room – Shadow Shifters! 
They come close, the cold swirls and their empty eye’s pierce into me. Shadow shifters are distant cousins to the well known Shape Shifters. Distinguished in they control your dreams, become shadows anywhere, torment and scare you to death when they tire of you adding another soul to the shadows!
I call my Guardian Angel for protection and love. I call to Arch Angel Michael, Raphael, and to all filled with love. My God above fill my heart and home? Peace surrounds me and warmth fills the air. Wings hold me; this I know as comfort and blessings cover me in a blanket of love. Good will prevail over evil if you believe in your heart.
Strangers tell me things saying it just felt right. Telling me gave voice to a secret freeing another. I tell you my secret of Shadow Shifters freeing myself and others haunted by these evils! My dreams and nights no longer have such visits.
Continued calls on all that is good even in sleep is so deeply imbedded in my mind and heart that only love flows. Never question, always believe.
Debbie Knapp
	


Details | Narrative | |

On Halloween Night

Deep in the forest, screams have been heard;
of men, women, and children, screaming their lungs out
in the misty, dense forest. A report was once given of a man
who ran to the chieftain's house, his face filled with blood;
eyes literally separated from the eye sockets!

It is believed that vengeful ghosts roam around the forest,
searching for a soul to be part of them; they can only do so by taking
a life. "They have a very disturbing, dark sense of humor", a warrior says.
"Sometimes they crucify a victim upside down on a tree, and send crows 
to feast on them. At Sunrise, you see what was once a human; bones with some remaining flesh, as blood oozes out!"

After every five years on the night of the full moon, the villagers slaughter a bull and a dozen sheep to appease the forest spirits, that come with the mist.


Details | Narrative | |

Spoiled by Carson Eelman- 7th grader

A tribute to Ray Bradbury's The Veldt


Spoiled
by Carson Eelman


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | 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 | Sonnet | |

The Black Hound of Destiny (English sonnet in tetrameter)

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

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

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

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




Details | 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 | Epic | |

The Settlement of the Four Ligures

The stones slipped through the great fingertips of God
Each ligure staked its existence on the four corners of the universe
The quadrivial region began to spin and pull into a sphere
And pathways revealed their footholds 

The fourth ligure bravely landed in the midst of history
So that one day the future settlement of the second 
Would be moved by the last—by the past
Suffering much it stayed
Manifesting in incandescent words
Thrusting evanescence upon the weak
Selfless, it's sorrow would move the merriest
Would move the unmovable

The third lies in the profound valley of mystical guardians
Star-recruited, they are the very light above the canvas of gray
They embrace the stone—are inspired by the stone  
The very reflection of their creator was evident
Upon their unremitting glimmers
Unafraid to stare the others down
Motivated and construed by the glower of death
Eyes move fixedly beyond the simple vast

The second ligure rested upon the shoulders of invisible martyrs 
The hopeful power it planted on the sufferers was unbelievable
For spectators used their disbelief to cover their ever-placed envy
They never were part of the battle—they merely watched
Always seeing truth
But they never quite absorbed
Like a rock hitting the water
The inevitable fate was to fly and sink

The first of the ligures settled in the very reservoir of Satan himself
Even the very heart of the devil is marked
Though rebellion embarked  
The cold stone landed upon his naked bosom
He despaired not to the pericopal truth the gods had bestowed upon him
He merely despised it
But wished not to lose it
For such a stone to fall upon that dark corner—he felt pride for the gracious wound

In truth, there are twelve ligures of stone 
And four were dispersed, dropped into the universe
The last eight the great Eternal wears upon his breastplate 
And only He can re-move these ligures

-July 20, 2013-
-For Shadow Himilton's Any Subject Contest-
-Thanks for the inspiration-


Details | 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 | Senryu | |

Ice King

 Ice that will freeze the heart
shaking icy mountains
roaring like a lion does
thunder echoes around
with ice in hands body turns to stiff
heart faints weaker
Tears fall of cold imprinted on face
beneath his mask lips of lavender 
face as white as a ghost
Fatigue of a warrior 
ice blades that cut razor sharp
heart turned to blue
from harsh torture of his endless soul
among the most powerful 
the king of winters
with ice of bone he conquers all

By

Brian Otoole .......

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

(((I held an ice cube today in my palm for almost 15mins in my room with full ac power on held it tightly and after palm froze stiff I imagined the pain of dieing by ice)))
 so I took sub zero picture you posted and it inspired me way more to write this poem for your ice king contest and feel to pain of the ice and cold in palm and in my room.im still very cold now even after this poem 



Details | Acrostic | |

Halloween Costume Ball

Hairy eyeballs hanging from a wizard’s crown.
Arachnids sprawled on his black sparkling gown.
Ludicrous marks scar his face beneath a frown.
Luscious blood dripping very slowly down.
Opulent jewelry shaped like bones.
Worn around his neck amid creepy groans.
Ecstatic bats wait around for deadly moans.
Eerily suspended from their master’s belt.
Nonchalantly walking, his evil presence is felt.
 
Coming down the stairs was a star bejeweled queen.
Overcome; such beauty he had never before seen. 
Stunned into submission by her piercing eyes.
Trapped by love’s intrusion and compassion’s cries.
Unveiling beauty, cajoling pleasant sighs.
Miraculously transformed his evil heart; love flows.
Enticed by the moment, together, attraction grows.

Bedazzled by the grandeur of the Halloween Ball
Altruism curiously sealed love that fall.
Laughter filled the man with the eyeballs on his crown.
Loved by the queen in her star bejeweled gown.

© October 15, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen


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Endless Time (Part I)

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

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

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

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


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Dark rider

Dark Rider.

Dark Rider he’s a coming
All the people running scared
Panic streaked across their frightened faces
With his mask of blackest horror 
He loudly screams at them
His manner cold, he has no lovely graces

He made a deal with Satan
A thousand years ago
He was given immortality
He's crazy don't you know?
The Fiends of Hell all ride with him
With snakes wrapped round them too
He'll hunt you down no matter what you do.

He comes to torture people
He's a beast without a soul
As he travels through the wastelands
With his horde of Hades Ghouls
He has no heart, he has no soul
He only has the power
To trample hearts, so folk will never flower

Dark rider he’s a coming 
Folk all running scared
With no one knowing where he's going to be
They're running round in circles 
They are, oh yes indeed
He keeps folk captive, never sets them free.

Dec 10 2003


Details | Narrative | |

A Messanger From Hell

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Where Is My Mind

My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out

taste like there's dirt in my finger nail

look at my hand, the others are clean

but one is painted by that Asian girl I met last night

...don't know what type of Asian she is...

Chinese, Taiwanese, Japanese, Philippine

....um...what are the other ones?

My heads on the ground and my hair is intermingling with the grass

I guess they're talking about the feeling of being chopped up

I feel pretty chopped up, in the inside I mean

If that was a visual, I'd be dead...right?

Like the fish I see in the sky

that can't be right, cause fish can't fly

they must be angel fish then...hahahaha

My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out

and the sun is out but the stars keep buzzing

they kinda fly towards and whiz pass me 

taunting little bastards, they know I'm trying to catch them

I think I tried to sell my soul to the devil as a kid so I could get all I want

Wrote him a note and everything and buried it underground

good thing I didn't dig too deep cause a second later

I got scared and ripped it apart...

My nail has that ying and yang thing painted on it

Good has some evil in it and Evil has some good

and that's the balance of the world right?

Like I think its evil that my dog died as a puppy

but the good in it is that he'll be part of the earth

And people that fall in love have something to live for

cause they have each other, but the evil of it is

they care mostly for themselves so its selfish

...hmm...I think I messed that theory up...

My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out

and I feel like I'm swimming; without the use of limbs

My heads on the ground and I'm pretty sure there's ants near by

But I don't want to move, cause if I move I'll have to get up

and when you usually get up, you have to do something

and I'm kinda just enjoying talking to the sky

even though she never answers back

but I always did like the quite ones

I put my hands in my pockets and I know there's nothing in it but myself

so I guess that's something right?

My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out

and I wonder what that Asian girl is like

Is she shy and smart like the stereo type

If we were to go on the date she could help me tip the waitress right

hmm...

My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out

and I hate living, but I love being alive...


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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.


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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.


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Behind These Eyes

Behind These Eyes…

Behind these eyes
What evil lurks,
What beauty skirts the edges of my mind?
Hand in hand with such subtlety
And gale force wind
Trapped for just one moment in time
Within the eye of this storm…

Capture the moment
Freeze frame on the screen
Photographed in still life 
And yet it’s fading like a dream

Time draws its own conclusions
Not much matters for you or I
Good intent has always led to hell
Truth nothing more than a well wrapped lie

Behind these eyes
What evil lurks,
What beauty skirts the edges of my mind?
Hand in hand with such subtlety
And gale force wind
I’m trapped within the eye of this storm…

I can’t let go of the image
Its grip is deep under my skin
And the path to the truth is so elusive
That I don’t know where to begin
Should I follow my head? 
Walk the straight and narrow
Or follow my heart
The direct line to the archer’s arrow

Behind these eyes
What evil lurks,
What beauty skirts the edges of my mind…





Details | Free verse | |

HOUSKA CASTLE

In the shadow's of the Gothic Renaissance period,
 In this age of beauty's enlightenment, and free 
Thinking for men, Houska Castle was built.
Not as a fortification to repeal invaders, nor for
Strategic positioning, nay it's thick stone walls,
Were meant to keep something locked within.
Steeped in folklore's mystery, it's sheer cliffs
Drop upon jagged edges unmerciful rocky
 Points beneath.
Surrounded by thickets heavy forest, in the 
Czech Republic mountains, it's eerie appearance,
Gives one a feeling that you are being watched, by
Something unnatural.
As the sun light breaks through the trees, 
The dawn's rays push back the nights dark
 Embrace, exposing this a shunned forgotten
Place.
The ancient aristocracy commissioned it's
Construction, by royal commend, not to be
Blessed within but only outwardly.
Called the gateway to hell, beneath a deep
Holes abyss does exist, and misshapen animal
Bones remain untouched.
No human souls are known to walk these 
Unholiest of grounds.
Here only the devils breed stalks, any intruders,
So step ever so lightly, if thy choose to visit,
For you may become it's quarry, and never leave
It's darkened realm.
Pace yourself, brace yourself, child of man,
Listen to the inner spiritual voice within,
And run for your life itself.
The eyes at the windows of Houska castle,
Bang their ghostly hands, against it's glass pains,
 Keeping rhythm,
With thine own human heart beat.
All adventures beware thy journey’s end,
Is it truly worth the price, this quest for the thrill,
Or a physical adrenals rush, the cost thy very soul.
Leave this corner of darkness, unexplored, and well
Enough alone.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
02-28-14




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Devil in the Desert

So many travelers in caravans have witnessed
eerie sightings of men’s bodies torn apart
and buried halfway by desert storms.

“The sands are cursed by an evil sorcerer,
who had a spells book, coated with human skin
as a book jacket,” some say in trembling whispers.

It is said that in the night of a full moon,
a beast wakes up from its slumber in the dark dimension,
and gets into the desert, changing human blood to diamonds.  It is a cross-breed 
of a lion and serpent; only the daylight it fears.

A prize has been put on the monster’s head,
but only the bravest assassins are daring to lead
their souls to the darkest of the dark.

A roar is all the desert’s visitors hear,
filling their souls with fear.


Details | 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


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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...


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The Locked Room

''Dark things happened there....''
they say, with fading tones,
almost reaching their vanishing point,
due to unhidden fright.

Sometimes they hear eerie moans;
see dancing shadows on the space
between the door and floor; other times
whispers that make them feel as though
they will shatter like hollow glass tubes.

To stop the haunting,
they hired spiritualists to seal
the room's door with their divine will.

Candles flicker in the night,
as voices of the undead wander across the corridors.....


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Evil I Am

'Tis the dark of night
Time for Evil to ignite.
Time to make him pay
For that fateful day.

The day he first hit
Like I was some twit
And left me to bleed
And made me plead.

For his mercy I had to beg
But instead got a broke leg.
For imagined sins and lies
I ended up with black eyes.

In this wee night hour
I call an ancient power.
One that will make quell
And put him in Hell.

I cast with all my might
To have him gone from sight.
To have him hurt and see
What it is like to be me.

He is now in jail
With no bond or bail.
That is his own Hell
So works my spell.

There is always a price to pay
For this is all I have to say.
Be warned and pay heed
Upon me commit no evil deed.

For Evil I surely am.
I am no longer a lamb.
Remember Evil is my name.
Cross me you will not be the same.


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Burning Flesh - The Devil's Own

Things begin turning around and very 
slowly they take a nasty foreboding twist
as Hell's Dragon has not breathed yet 
a deep burning fire melting red his eyes
dripping blood upon fury and destruction
pumping inside the uncontrollable fire 
equal to that of a thousand steamboats 
and only he sleeps in the dark dungeons.

Chained and suffering in utter Hellfire
chained in untold torment and anguish 
unleashed he would burn your heart no less
in a flash—while scorching all to nothingness 
fried black from the deepest ashes falling
cold silently sleeping with wings on fire and
chained to love’s weakness as the dark fables say:
Do Not Call Upon This Beast—He’s The Devil’s Own!

Hell’s Dragon stirs inside with tongues of flames
lashing with the pains of hate to strike all now
leaving hottest cinders and funeral pyres a plenty
it’s now the Devil’s very moment to unleash His Evil, 
His Demon Dragon upon the saintly and the pure
and the precious doing their good works and all
and unsuspecting of the malevolence awaiting them.  
  
The Devil enters afresh the earthly plane once more
and releases His Dragon to inflict harm and to upset
God’s celestial equation of peace, harmony, and light—
bringing death, destruction, and retribution to all in
its flight path while breathing out the harshest and
cruelest and hottest flames of fiery perfidy in the 
name of Lucifer—Himself laughing boisterously at God
all the while not knowing the coming angelic answer.

The Almighty Lord works indeed in the most mysterious 
of ways and He will not let his Fallen Angel Lucifer (or 
“The Devil” on Earth) have His way by murdering 
innocents through His Dragon proxy only too willing to
serve His Master to bring horrible hideous death to all
of mankind who fall within its flight path and intention
to inflict the most treacherous and dastardly plan of
of unmitigated death and horror ever to be unleashed. 

The angelic answer of the Almighty Lord comes swiftly 
As Archangels Michael and Gabriel with their Band of 
Angels enters the earthly plane to confront the Hellfire
vengeance of The Devil and His Dragon as they reap and
sow their evil upon mankind, and with a sudden determined
fury Michael does fatally smote The Devil’s Dragon
while lopping its head off and sending its soul back to Hell 
while Gabriel banishes the demon forces waving his wand! 

With all this Lucifer knows with all due certainty that He 
must return and rejoin His evil minions who lurk in the 
infernal regions of the Earth, knowing that he’s lost once
more to the Almighty Lord in another struggle of Good 
versus Evil and has now been deprived of his most 
prized pawn of death and destruction—His very own
Dragon whose blackened soul suffers now forever in Hell
And can never be reincarnated again in its bodily form!        

Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman – A Collaborated Poem, 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 28, 2014)
(Free Verse poetic format)


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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 | Rhyme | |

Devious June 14 2011

Am I seeing things that are not real?
Are they made up in my mind?
Do I see only what I want to see?
or am I just scared of what I'll find?

Did I uncover the truth?
or what I imagined the truth to be?
Something off the wall, crazy and insane,
no sure what I should believe.

I feel as though a tornado went through my head,
as expected it was complete and total disaster.
I keep tripping over one mess at a time,
I can't sort through it any faster.

I get crazier everyday by the minute 
and I watch the shadows on the walls.
I am intriqued by their constant movement 
and I sit and listen for their call.

They are watching with an evil eye 
and their voice has an evil tone.
Pulled in by their devis charm,
but, with them I'm not alone.


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3Fable5

 3Fable5 
3Fable5 
 
Winter Survival 
 
CharlaxFabels 
 
In the Winter of 83 they used to tell me stories the snow was over the telephone 
lines and they rode horses there and walked them OVER the lines see eh? Oh 
ewe beware the stories of men and read only the charlaxfabels over and over 
again. The worst one was back in 2005 the snow was four feet deep they took 
machetes and tore my roof off my survival tent. 
1 Peter 3:9 
 Do not repay evil with evil or insult with insult, but with blessing, because to this 
you were called so that you may inherit a blessing. 
Eye moved my shelter somehow avoiding a fight and learned just to survive 
survival is eating food. Men eat and fight and eating becomes the more important 
of the two what kind of neighbor would eye be if eye had fought with thee and not 
learned the Golden Rule. Eye lived several different lifetimes sack lunches do not 
suffice to rule the hunger in one man. Once eye was worried for existence 
seeming Death was at my door. Women thought me evil not suited up just for 
they love. Fruit is not my forte orange apple even pomegranate found 
persimmons rot on vines in trees not meant to live. Eye ate so many meats they 
kicked me out of storeage land and chased me from the parking lot with nothing 
in my hand. Potatoes is a fruit and not a veggie in my world. Golden throbbing 
corn is afforded to the poor ed.note @39 cents a can at most retail outlets. 
Hominy both gold and white is my favorites. Eye just decided to detective the 
students many behavioral ways and iff eye had three classes in the afternoon 
even if they were staggered over SIX hours the eye would not be in the library 
more than thirty minutes at a time. Be that as it may or as it were the ending is 
the same eye am a student of life. Walk in an endless path with snow up to the 
waisted place then dry the socks in bags and tie them to the feet and hope the 
dry will stay to un rot the flesh and hope the shoes will work and not develop 
sticheing of the holes in the side of doors and tankards full of glass. Coyboy is 
the last to understand a memory taken in the hand. 


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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.


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Who Shall Cross The River of God

hate brings that evil seed planted in the hearts of mankind that grows exponentially as a cancerous soar that festers like rotten meat that magots grow an evil present that patiently waits by the quiet shore consumed in its own vanity once more but evil shall not cross the River of God


Details | Personification | |

Devil looks in the mirror

Sin is what covers the devil's skin... lies on his grin that hides from within. Evil that drips from his 
chin... grows a flower from the soil deep within a cloud from hell. Growing a flower with an evil 
scent, turns the soil in a cloud darker then ever... making our grey skies that we have today.


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A Spiritually Wilted Wild Flower

Life has thrown dirt on me, and I grew a wild flower.
A demon's knife cuts into my spirituality, and I watch my soul be devoured.
Open Bibles lay on my night stands, I keep crosses hanging over each bed.
In my mind I'm wondering wastelands, and I feel like the walking dead!

The emotional scars can't seem to heal, and I search frantically for a way out.
I know Satan is looking for a soul to steal, and so he challenges me to a 12 round bout!
He throws all my weaknesses at me; not one or two, but all at one time.
I indulge in adultery, pick up a gun, inhale some cocaine residue, and set out to commit a 
crime!

His evil punches right through me, gripping my heart, and twisting it from side to side.
An upheaval crashes into my reality, tearing my world apart, pushing me closer to suicide!
He keeps a band of demons in my head, and they're doing pushups and jumping jacks in my 
mind.
Tear stained cheeks from tears I've shed, and his attacks have left me mentally blind.

Out of the blue, I have a sudden desire to fight back.
I wipe away the cocaine residue, for in my chest the fire feels like a shot of cognac!
I pull my fiery sword from my spiritual backpack, and get in my battle stance.
Like bombs over Iraq, me and the devil begin to violently dance.
It is a dance of death, and I am determined to survive!
I refuse to let this entity take my last breath, and so my will kicks in to overdrive!

The blows from this devil staggers me, and I feel uneasy on my feet.
My sword begins to glow with a hot fury, and I can feel my hammering heartbeat.
I begin to shake with rage, and gripping my sword I go berserk.
This devil had all the powers of a battle mage, but I let my blade do the work!

Spiritually, mentally, I slice and dice this demonic foe.
I will not be this entities sacrifice, for I'm the last heir of Edgar Allen Poe.
I'm gaining spiritual momentum, but I refuse to stop.
As I destroy this devils evil system, I continue to conquer life's mountain top!

Suddenly this evil is banished in a puff of black smoke, never to be seen again.
I remove my blood soaked black cloak, and I feel as if I'm finally purged of my sin.
I now thirst for a new beginning, and the taste of life is sweet and sour.
A former loser, now focused on winning, and no longer am I a wilted wild flower!!


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Vampire

To cause someone such a pain was not enough
Than to choke the void with shame would conquer love
To give someone this emptiness as a gift
You would fill the box with lies and wrap it up with promises 

So reach inside I just dont care
You wont find anything in there
Just a broken heart made of clay 
And arteries filled with a bitter taste 
I just thought I could be your friend
But your fangs were sharp in the end
What I see in your eyes is a liar
The beautiful death of my vampire

Turn on the TV to turn the silence down
Because the voices from inside they echo loud
Feeling dragged until the finger nails are all torn out
As the taste of my dying pleasure drips from your mouth

So rip my heart out through my spine
I'm sure it won't hurt as bad this time
You see Im not made from paper mache
I will not easily tear and just blow away
So you won't crumble me up again
And throw me away with the wind
My bitterness has cut a frown into your smile
The beautiful death of my vampire
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King of hell in the midst of gods plan

There once was a beast that wore seven heads and crowns
its purpose was to destroy the world
one of the heads of this evil cursed being was suicidal
and was poisoning itself
I dont mid helping you out said the man to the beast before he cut off its suicidal 
head
Now the beast is healing six heads left one less voice the conversations
among the remaining six makes more sense as each head
has six split personalities

But there seperate from the beast a ghost of a head cut off roaming the world 
confused as to who or what it is
a silver of god on a platter
a suicidal head of evil
revealing secrets of itself
thank you for helping me out
and the creators of hell thank the man with more than a handshake
the beings that created the worlds thank the man who sold the world
to this happy ending

He walked towards the seven headed beast
a gift to the devil
fed it a pile of bull sh and the beast knew his master well
how could any devil not see the truth to this
the suicidal head of the beast told secrets and truths of worlds and secrets
nbo one ever knew
it wanted to destroy itself
and i dont mind helping you out
but i want yout o remember my name
i dont mind helping you out but i want you to remember my name
so why are my hands clean?
dont you remember anything
the confusiona na dclarity you are now experiencing
and this scar ive recieved 
sent here to appease
no fear left
mind numb
to save the beast from itself
a king ressurected making amistake
hired bythe gods to give evil its finale
and the suicidal beast head struggles to save itself

Man had a plan the beast just revelas it all
after you cut the head off
but can the muse handle the truth?


Details | Romanticism | |

Evil amor

Raised to be evil in this world,
Destroying everything and everyone,
But once I saw and meet you I couldn’t do it,
You were the fully opposite of me and I fell in love with you,
Everyday that went by I loved you more and more,
But hiding my past too you afraid of your reaction towards me,
Everyday together our love grow stronger,
Who was to think opposite were meant to be together and love each other, 
I loved you and you loved me,
I trusted you and you trusted me,
I was happy and so were you,
Then I was to find out that it wasn’t all as I saw,
Confessing to me that she was once like me,
But changed her evil ways to find her true love,
As I did found my true love begin evil and turning good,
Not everything is as you see at the end we were both evil,
It’s ok to change but never hide what you are.


Details | Free verse | |

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 
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Halloween horror




Witches, Werewolves
 Vampires n' Ghouls.
 A Witches spell, one
 of the cruelest. Sharpen
 your stakes, place those
 silver bullets in the
 chamber. Get ready for the
 blood thirsty danger. Make 
 no mistakes for this is 
 "FRIGHT NIGHT" and there 
 is no escaping the horror 
 that awaits.



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Realistically Ever After

once I was
a scared little girl
living in a castle
with an Evil Queen
and her Ogre King

every other weekend
my White Knight
would rescue me
and take me to his
humble home for
a much-needed respite

lawmakers of the land
were under the spell
of the Evil Queen
and forced me to return
time and again

I eventually escaped
that castle and another
Ogre thrown in my path
I may seem strong
but inside I am still
that scared little girl

I no longer require rescuing
there is only room
in life for one
White Knight

I would like to find a man
who is still
a scared little boy
so that we can
hold each other's hands
as we grow up
and learn to slay our dragons
together


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 | Dramatic monologue | |

Haunting

There is an evil haunting at my house,spirits roam around as free as the 
breeze.Callie sees dead people ,they frightened her,now she has stopped 
speaking.Liza hears voices,some people think she is insane.Devlin sees 
images on the walls ,sometimes he laughs with them.Max talks to himself,he 
even answers   sometimes.I am   the only sane  person left here,or at least i 
think i am.Aunt Elsie   comes to visit ,she brings the ghost hunters with her,to rid 
the placeof evil spirits .The ghosthunters are frightened so they leave.Aunt Elsie 
urges me to leave with her before the evil overtakes me too.I can not let this evil 
take my family away from me ,I must stay and fight to the end and never give 
in .Aunt Elsie leaves in tears ,for she fears she may never see me again.Two 
years has passed and the haunting is still here .Now  I am starting to hear 
voices    everywhere.Aunt Elsie has not visited for over a year.My body is getting is 
getting weak and the evil is getting harder to fight.There is no longer any hope for 
my derranged family,so I leave quietly in the night.I whispered a sad goodbye as I 
left crying in the night .The house has won the battle but not my soul ,I made a 
new life for myself in the village with Aunt Elsie ,the devil no longer has my 
soul.Everynight I say a prayer for my derranged family,that one day their souls 
may be freed,but I would not dare go back to that house of misery.


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Disappoint me

Hail angles go away I have no desperation this very day
There is no reason for me to hear of what you say the devil is at bay

These angels of mine your wasting your time why do you delay I no longer need 
you to stay

I do not wish for you to burden me I sense no evil this night
Take flight from my sight

If I see you here anymore, I have no choice but to ignore all the pleas you will 
bestow upon thee 

I give my decree I cannot see the evil that is before me
It wears a disguise dress in white wearing baby blue eyes

I gasp in horror for this scene why did you not tell me
To late to late you cry out for you said I was in doubt

For I turn and flee, knowing it will chase me 
For look I see my guardian angel over me, thus I feel I have gained victory

Tsk Tsk it says you disappoint me you runaway I could never be one of your 
strays, so here you will lay here you will rest with the very thing you detest 

For you did not believe what they had said at heavens request instead you 
showed regress 




T1nk


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Evil Clock

Tick tock
Who would stop
The evil clock
Right on top
Giving evil grins
The face unholy
Brought out the chins
Wow, holy-moly
Always pointing
Those horrid arms
Don’t go looking
Best to stay calm
For one day it might
Just go coo-coo
So full of fright
You’ll get through
The last sight
You’ll ever see
Will be a flash of light
Exploding tremendously


Entrant into Nancy Jones’ “Make Me Laugh” contest


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The graveyard

The night was dark and eerie,or so i was told .I felt a presence ,perhaps one of 
the wandering souls,looking for a loved one ,not knowing they were really 
gone.Bad things went on here,or so i was told.I want to leave now,I feel danger is 
near ,but something keeps forcing me here.Should i pray ,or should i stay.I 
started to smell death and it smelled delightful.I could feel these souls were evil 
and wished me harm.It started to rain furiously as i cried with anger,the darkness 
followed me as i ran and fell feeling so much pain.This evil has hunted me since 
i was a child .Is there evil in my blood,who dare passed it on to me .I do not want 
it,this evil is yours,take it back ,it belongs to you.This graveyard is frightening ,so i 
must fight to leave.The grimreaper knows my name and i know his just the same.


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Mourning Song

They're fairies in the yard tonight,
I saw their silver twinkling lights,
they're spreading magic fairy dust,
to heal the wounds that broke our trust.

The garden gnomes have come to life,
to mend our souls so wracked with strife,
their curly shoes are capped with bells,
they sing a song of mending spells.

The magic of this place is strong,
I wonder why things went so wrong,
I need to cry or I will pop,
but fear the tears will never stop.

The calmness of the lake belies
the sorrow deep behind our eyes,
I pray but wonder if God sees
man's inhuman evil deeds.

They're fairies in the yard tonight,
I wish they could make all things right,
the garden gnomes let their spells fly,
and I am left to wonder why.

All the peace and beauty's gone,
and life is just a mourning song,
So now I just avert my eyes,
and evil comes as no surprise.


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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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The Hump In The Dark That Goes Bump In The Night.

For all of my years I've been scarce in the light,
I'm the hump in the dark that goes bump in the night.
Fierce and cruel and evil am I,
there's deception, corruption and evil in my eye.
There's contempt, resent and bad intent in my heart.
And my haunting pains, They all are so sharp.
I once had- but went out and sold my heart of gold,
now I'm just an empty soul,
and a soul so cold.
I'm the hump in the dark that goes bump in the night, 
for all of my years I've been scarce in the light.

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Details | I do not know? | |

A New Superhero

By day, a poet who writes 
By evening, one who fights
For the good of all, the protector of the weak.

Stay on rooftops, many stories high
Descend to the ground, from the sky
If evil is there, it will be that, I will be sure to seek

There! A maiden in distress!
Evil, ripping at her dress.
Here I go to save her and send him far away.

Upon the ground, at this hour
Evil, defeated by my power
This beautiful maiden has chance for a better day.

Her smile, she gave gratefully
She could not stop thanking me
For this act of kindness, I had chosen to do.

“It was nothing, ma’am”, I surely said
Now that evil was defeated and has fled
“Just remember, I’ll always be watching out for you”