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Details | Quatrain | |

we our souls will spend our time repenting

we our souls will spend our time repenting 
but the body of truth always comes to light 
in drawing an end to come with true believers 
so they can see the many faces of the devil 

greed in this world money takes over always
as they worship first with the devil’s tools 
invading our space all for the sake of black 
liquid gold tainted hearts in its color so pure 

shame on this world absolutely for mankind
has not learned at all given profound problems
aplenty and stands the testimony of our times 
while war does not resolve anything—death’s end 

only when family lives are directly affected 
they have the fighting right to protect and live 
wherever they choose but we are all controlled 
and always told what to do openly or furtively 

in a system rolling unto the end of mankind
shut eyes in the face of truth and honesty 
the whole setup is a joke makes one laugh 
countries run amok and history repeats itself 

doing the devil’s work at command or by one’s will 
while throwing our money around with profligate zeal 
like they are usually royalty by some birthright and 
this says so much for the world we live in today 

looking at their greed it’s oh so clear for all to see that
with food dished out on silver cutlery and others starving
our priorities have run afoul of charity and common sense
running everything into the ground to support their lies

present catching the past and past is the future’s prologue 
Earth soon develops a chasmic breach at depths reaching a 
heart's song unheard powers unchanging with a most awful
and pronounced Quest of more which destroys the very Soul 

in a such a pitiful world so desolate and blind 
are pure souls who wish with love to shine bright 
one chance will come with a golden sun shining 
but will human kind seize the golden glory at hand 

two paths lie in tomorrow’s dawning shadow dark— 
the path to the end or to the new beginning for mankind 
we live ever together striving for a peaceful endeavor 
we live at war forever on the very fringes of Hell itself 

the way to Armageddon lies open and wants to greet us 
the way to the golden life of peaceful bliss is still possible 
but at tomorrow's dawn do we change our path or will we 
sing the song of stupidity and be dark from tomorrow on 

We must have peace . . . In Our Time or Perish Forever!

Gary Bateman, Liam McDaid, and Michael Clarke – 
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved 
(December 4, 2014) (Quatrain unrhymed poetic form)


Details | Free verse | |

Reality's Angel

I am Reality’s angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?


Details | I do not know? | |

The Beast Within

Where does my conscious go, when demons raise their fiery eyes, 
They steal my very soul, killing all which is sanctified,
Engulfed by instant fears, no longer hearing loved ones cries, 
The beast within appears, telling me I am justified,

I have already lost, no reprieve from my mortal sin, 
All reason now is blocked, as I become the beast within,
No pity can I feel, as I make my grandiose stand, 
Yes the horror is real, as I destroy all that I can,

Where do my feelings go, when demons raise their snarling lips, 
Bringing an all new low, into my life now torn to bits,
Certain of being right, I flail and thrash as if in fits, 
I threaten and I strike, with great fury the demon spits,

Yet I still stand and shout, my ugly hate and derision, 
Accusing lies said out loud, revolting words - degradation,
Just look at what I’ve done, I scream my blatant confession, 
Ready to blame anyone, for my evil molestation,

Where does my true love go, when demons raise their gruesome head, 
Destroying all I know, without slightest hesitation,
There is no where to hide, hideous deeds - infinite dread, 
Shame crushes senseless pride, nothing left but devastation,

Recoiling in horror, reality enters the room, 
Now begins the torture, judgment of my now mortal soul,
The evil that is me, my conscious has become my tomb, 
I look and all I see, marks my spirit and takes its toll,

Where does salvation go, when demons raise their awful screech, 
Making damnation grow, as dark shadows envelope me,
How can I persevere, and escape from this demon’s reach, 
For he is always near, and may kill eventually,

Cold and chilling insight, I now realize what is at stake, 
And the one path which might, protect the ones I truly love,
But how can I just leave, this world I worked so hard to make, 
And cause even more grief, for family and God above. 

Where does my resolve go, when demons raise their deadly claws,
Tearing at all I know, stealing my conscious care and pride,
I can’t run anymore, all is destroyed everything lost,
Now beaten tired and sore, I’ve lost my path into the light,

Who can I reach out to, when all I love recoil in fear, 
Eyes beseech black and blue, where once was love - now only hate,
Yes I know - I’m the cause, the reason for each falling tear,
And while demons give pause, I must face my terrible fate.


Details | Classicism | |

Mistakes

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


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

SO blind

   All this time I have always had my doubts,
Not the person led to believe is what I found out.
   To be deceived and lied to for oh so long,
Down deep I knew there was something wrong.
   Head over heels I had fallen in love ,
Always thought you were sent from above.
   How the knife is twisted into my side ,
So much pain I can do nothing but cry.
   These memories of what I thought was real,
I'm confused and I don't how how to feel.
    Is this really possible that I did not know,
Through all this time it never showed.
    Such an evil thing to do to a man ,
Especially the lies which he could not stand.
    How cruel and cold your heart must be ,
To carry on as you did never letting me see.
     Hard to accept all those moments  so dear ,
Realizing they are now my greatest fears .
     What was to be Joy and Happiness,
Replaced by the feelings of a loneliness.
   Never did I imagine this happening to me ,
Thinking that you and I were meant to be .
   It's a very hard thing for a man to accept ,
When he finds out that he's been tricked.
    Was it the money or the control you had ,
Maybe because you are really just that bad.
    Some day soon for this you will have to pay ,
For the sins against me and your evil ways.
    Goodbye to you  who ever you are ,
For in this heart you have left brutally scarred.
Tac.


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 | Quatrain | |

I Serve The Lord

I serve the Lord
	By the things I do
            	I am his servant
                       		 These words are true
My eyes have seen things
          Only evil men know
          		My heart has lived places
                       		 Only evil men go
My mind has thought things
	Only evil men think
            	My lips have tasted things
                        	Only evil men drink
I have lived places
	Only evil men live
		I have gave orders
                       		Only evil men give
I once traded my soul
	To live in a flask
            	I lived in the shadows
                       		Adorned with a mask
My truth is my honor
	My words are my plight
	 	I serve the Lord
			By the words that I write
I no longer grow old
	By the light of the moon
            	No longer is my soul
			Swimming in a spoon
I serve the Lord
	By the things that I do
		Have no doubt in your heart
			These words are true
Once in a miracle
	Through the words of a rhyme
		A sinner found Christ
			And stopped doing time
Set free on a mission
	To enlighten your soul
		I follow the Lord
			In search of my goal
The man that I was
	No longer exist
		He died the first time
			My wife and I kissed
Inside of a box
	I decided to pray
		Stepping out of the darkness
			  Embracing the day
I serve the Lord
	Through the words I write
		Your soul is my mission
			Serving God is my plight
I don’t criticize or judge
	That’s just not my way
		I simply bow my head
			And for everyone I pray
The prayer is quite simple
	It’s a spiritual bath
		I just ask the Lord
			To enlighten your path
The brighter the light
	The lighter the Son
		When this life is over
			This job will be done
I follow the Lord 
	He guides my path
		It’s all very simple
			No complicated math
I serve the Lord
	In all that I do
		If you wish to know why
			It’s because I love you




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 | Rhyme | |

A Very Inviting Temptation

A Very Inviting Temptation! I remember of a particular situation. I was offered a very "inviting" temptation. The situation I was in... I didn't belong! And lost any sense of "right and wrong." At first... I felt no guilt or shame. And brought embarrassment to my family's name. I tried to explain this to my wife and kids. I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!" The Godly principles were "tossed to the side," As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride. Soon, all in my life that truly mattered... Was gone! My life was empty and shattered! I was sorry for all of the problems I caused! This time... I took a moment to pause. I cried to God to rescue me from my sin. I confessed! Would God help me once again? I read in the Bible of Jesus’ grace and love! This time the help I needed had to come from above! I asked him for a fresh and brand new start. He removed the stain from a broken heart. He restored to me the joy I once had. I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad! Jesus is the reason I'm here today! I LOVE HIM more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Overcoming Evil with Goodness

Overcoming Evil With Good...

"Do not be overcome by evil, 
 but overcome evil with good."
This verse from scripture
 is often misunderstood.

Many tend to "get back" at someone 
who's "wronged them."
Whether it be from a stranger... or even a friend.

You cannot fight evil with evil--
this isn't God's plan!
His concept of love and mercy-- you
 need to understand.

Remember  the words Jesus said in the beatitudes.
Perhaps this can stop any 
"revengeful attitudes."

You were called to be holy--
with Godliness in mind.
To be filled with his mercy... 
being gentle and kind.

Rise above whatever evil 
may come your way/
Overcome by doing this with 
God's goodness... today!

Allow the cross of Christ to be
 lifted up in your life.
Allow his spirit to remove all malice,
 bitterness and strife.

A compassionate and loving person 
in you... others will see!
What you do today--will impact your eternity!

An overcomer of evil is often
 difficult to do.
Obey and trust God--
He will see you through!

By Jim Pemberton 
Rom. 12:21


Details | Lyric | |

To young to die

Too young to die


They take a boy, too young to shave
Who has never lived his life
While his mates are chasing girls
They fill his life with strife
They send him off to a brand new war
Over some damned fools Ideal
I don’t understand their wars
And I guess I never will


The folk who like to run the show
Or most of them at least
Have never even been to war
They’ve never felt the beast
As he rips right into one’ intestines
That hollow hole of fear!
Each leader should be sent to war
Then the picture might grow clear


Then when they send young boys to war
They’ll see the whole damned show
The weight of endless terror
 And then maybe they’ll know
What it’s like as a fine young man
To be sent out there to die
He might then know, how a mother feels
When she’s lost her little guy.

1 August 2013 @ 1443hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Just When It Seems Like Life Is Overwhelming

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


Details | Free verse | |

The Eternal Chess Game

Down the narrow unending hallway of my keep, 
To the last door on the left, 
I rest my head for a moment of sleep. 
As I fade to dream I see a tunnel of light, 
A small space of illuminated madness, 
Where demons cringe and angels delight. 

A place long ago hidden and known by few, 
Where the sands of time have come to a still, 
A maze of light and darkness is what I have come to. 
I realize I am not in heaven, nor in hell, 
But rather in a impermeable shell. 
Surrounding the purity of the light, 
Lies the beast of the night. 

An unyielding guardian of incredible might 
Displaying unholy darkness, 
Taunting and teasing the light. 
"Come on out .." he would seem to say. 
Away from its shell, 
The light did dare not stray. 

For within the virginity of heaven's keep, 
The angel of light finds his peaceful haven, 
A place so pure even the horrid beast dares not to creep. 
He knows his limitations, 
Regardless of the how strong his power has become, 
Forever shall he cower at the grace of revelations. 

Yet revelations alone are not to contain the beast, 
No not in the least. 
Limitations like rules are meant to be broken, 
Bountiful evil incantations are repeatedly spoken. 
The spell of light that feels the need to control, 
Becomes undone, 
All from the darkness of one evil soul. 

Yet there in the heart of the darkness the light remains to be free, 
No matter how hard to darkness tries to invade, 
The purity of the light holds the key. 
A never ending struggle within the mind of one, 
Light upon the darkness, a balance never to be won, 
Forever shall the chess game continue, 
Neither one to give an inch, 
Neither one to be outdone...


Details | Rhyme | |

We're Just Sinful Human Beings

We’re Just Sinful Human Beings! All of us are just sinful human beings! Scripture says; “the heart is sinful above everything!” Even if we try to hide and wash our sins away… Wickedness in our heart, is there, each day! God made Adam and Eve, with perfection! But sin crept in, like a deep and wicked infection! He put them in the Garden of Eden with a choice. It was up to them to listen to his voice. They had all they could want, with one instruction. Disobeying this, would lead to their destruction. Satan took the form of a snake to tempt their mind. And their disobedience affected all of mankind! Since that time, mankind has needed atonement! Only the blood of Jesus can cleanse you! This very moment! Only his blood can wash away sin’s dark stain! It can only be found when one calls on Jesus’ name! We’ve all sinned and fallen short of God’s glory! But wait! This doesn’t have to be the end of the story! God and all of his angels in heaven, are waiting for YOU! The love and blood of Jesus, can make you BRAND NEW! His love, for our sins, is what he offers in exchange! You can be forgiven! And forever totally changed! This opportunity is for you, to reach out and take! Won’t you do it now? For eternity’s sake??? By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Living Without

I tried to write about love but I haven’t felt it. 
I tried to write about the sea but I’ve never seen it. 
Then I tried to write about the air, but I have never breathed it. 
I tried to write about magic but I never believed it.
I couldn’t write about god, all I have ever done is sinned.
And when I tried to write about life I found, 
I have never really lived.


Details | Rhyme | |

America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Sonnet | |

To A Child Who Has A Disorder

Children with an illness,
Go through life,
They are looked down apon,
Because they are different,
When really they are not,
They are no different from  you and me,
They have the same blood,
Running through their bodies,
Just as their hearts as well,
So, don't just look apon,
Their outer appearance,
And judge them,
For who they really are,
For a lot of them,
Are smarter and brighter,
Than you and I,
Could possibly be,
On our brightest day,
For they have the gifts,
From God up above,
So, always take the time,
To get to know their inner beauty,
For who they really are,
Cause they too need love,
Just as everyone else does,
If not even more.


Details | Free verse | |

I lay sleeping

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Peace

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

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

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


Details | Ballad | |

Hera and Hephaistos

.Hera and Hephaistos.

Zeus and hera, King and Queen
Over all the Gods that ruled
In a fit of passion, one fine day
Made child, yet life was cruel
Hephaistos was an ugly child
All twisted out of shape
He walked just like a drunken man
Fun of him they‘d make.

The Goddess Hera felt a shame
In having such a child
She looked at all his ugliness
Her mind going all wild
She threw him from the mountain top
Into the deep blue sea
Yet Thetis took him down with her
For nine years there was he.

A gifted one he did become
A craftsman of renown
Forging artefacts of beauty
For the sea nymphs there to own
His anger at his Mother Hera
Was understandable
So he did work out his revenge
His plan was very cool.

He made a golden throne of beauty
And sent it to the Goddess
Who loved it, so did sit upon it
Yet though she tried her best
She could not get up from that throne
As it gripped her tightly there
She looked for someone to release her
Couldn’t find one anywhere.

They sought Hephaistros everywhere
To free his Goddess mother
And when they caught him he refused
He looked at one, the other
And told them I want Aphrodite
To be my blessed bride
Then peace made with his Goddess mother
One day he took her side.

This day when Zeus was beating her
His mother Goddess Hera
Hephaistros at his own peril
He did stick up for her
Zeus, he seized him by the foot 
And flung him from the heavens
Yet soon the two made peace again
And then peace it did reign.

The moral of this story folk
Is to tell you with respect
That your children are not there
Your glory to reflect
A child must seek his own glory
Not try to live for you
So listen to this story folk
And hear it’s wisdom true.


Details | Ballad | |

Coming out of the shadows

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

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

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

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

15 July 2013 @ 1340hrs.




Details | ABC | |

the beast and me

There's fire in my lungs.
smoke flows through my veins.
I feed the beast my soul
to gain euphoric pain.
I serve he who lives in me.
The monster in my mind.
The creature so abusive,
at times can be so kind.
In my mental hell,
I sit beside his throne.
I tend to his desire,
so I don't have to be alone.
Here He is my god.
And I, in turn, am his.
A symbiotic worship,
sealed within a kiss.
Sulfuric fumes consume us,
as we dance into the ether.
The hands of god are ours.
Hes made me a believer.
My halo, so very worn.
His horns, so alluring.
Hand in hand we walk,
love and hate enduring.
His guidance lifts me higher
than any drug could try.
His chains hold me down.
bound wings can not fly.
Walking straight and tall,
crawling on my floor.
I am his moonlit goddess.
And his filthy whore.
I wont break his binds.
I wish not, to be free.
I can never escape him,
for this beast is me.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Devil's Sin



Oh, cast be down thy sin'
     These evil thought's
Concerning the sin around
     For the evil that
The devil doth found
Is the Devil's due
And this the devil do must
Yet, can not be found
And this he doe's to you
             ----
Of the demon world
He accent's you see
He will cast your Soul
With loathe, doubt 
And envy
           - ---
Say ye not live again
           ----
He will strewn you about
And then cast you out
He will sequestrater your
Sin from with-in and without
Ye shall become the scourge
            Of all men
      Only to be set a cast
Into the Devil's Den

              GF


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Salt Water

A thing so paradoxical desire;
So all encompassing it’s grasp;
A curse of eternal thirst- 
Though we are drowning.
Hands desperately scratching for a life raft
That is secretly made of the same water we drown in.
So we continue our daily floundering
Chasing a trail of crumbs we call “Hope”


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I Knew Someone Who Wanted to End It All

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


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Do We Have A Godless Society


Do We Have A Godless Socieity???

As our courts strive for “constitutionality…”
Our country’s almost on the brink of “insanity.”

It’s like there’s a darkness that grows each day.
As many of our courts seek to push God away!

In many efforts to remove anything that “offends.”
We’ve driven a nail into God’s heart… Once again!

Without HIS commandments, where does this leave us?
It leaves a very unstable foundation beneath us!

As time goes on, many Americans become afraid…
Anything of God, is often challenged to be displayed!

We don’t need religion, but to have a divine relationship.
We need to read God’s word, and to enjoy HIS fellowship!

I’ll take Jesus!  You can have your religious theology!
While this world is filled with so much adultery!

Only the power of Jesus can bring wellness to the mind!
His word is like God’s constitution for all mankind!

I’m not looking for some old document signed by men!
I’m looking for the opportunity to be BORN AGAIN!

Because of Jesus, there’s no man and God separation!
He’s offered to all, his free gift of eternal salvation!

Behold!  The son of God who is the king of kings!
He is our righteousness!  He is God!  
Our everything!

His kingdom is glorious!  And is not ruled by men!
We need him brought back to this country, once again!

By Jim Pemberton


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Guilt and hurt

Guilt and hurt

I’ve heard folk speak of hurting
And I’ve had my share of this
I’ve had my share of loving
I’ve had my share of bliss
But me, I know for sure, my friends
That the grossest of all things
{The mother of the monster clan}
That life can to you bring….

Is guilt, I say without a doubt
It’s the deepest kind of pain
Hurt gets nicely tucked away
But you can try in vain
To remove the guilt that you’ve accrued
It’s like a red hot knife
Just when you think it’s gone away
It’s there to give you strife.

I have suffered deep, deep hurt
That’s suffocated me
But guilt just like a mountain
That over towers the trees
He over towers all life’s pain
And reaches to the sky
No matter how you charge at him
That beast will never die.

25 July 2013 @ 1207hrs.


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rhetorical poet

there is a war within the mind that we do not understand 
the esoteric knowledge that invokes every man 

the human being is more then physical flesh and bone 
because the body of the spirit is not it's eternal home 

the being of a human is mind, body and soul 
but the collective conscience connects each being as a whole 

we exude the energies within us that manipulate each thought 
as we accept the patterns of what the mind was taught 

but if there is a balance within God's creation 
how does one confirm thats its not manipulation?

for the forces that may be tend to be hidden from the eye 
as the mind compensates the truth for what we call a lie 

if there is evil in the world how do we know it exists?
is it only in the mind for the mind to resist?

or does this evil affect our spiritual and physical beings?
or do we intentionally forget until we believe what we are seeing?

knowledge may be creation but wisdom is the knowing 
creating a hand grenade is not the same as throwing 

there is a balance in life that many physically understand 
but to comprehend the spiritual balance one must reach into the heart of man 

Jesus spoke of love to help tip back the scale 
but many denied the word believing the truth to be a tale 

if this world was built on deception, secrecy and lies 
how do we repent the world if we do not open our eyes? 

how can man forgive the world for the laws it has transgressed?
unless man is faithfully willing to put his spirit to the test 

to know thyself is a gift from every collective mind 
as reality begins to drift into the vastness of father time 

the epox of self-awareness is the beginning of a spiritual endeavor 
as the journey of mortal legs walk into the land of forever 

the path that was laid before the man who can see but lives without sight 
was created to test his faith not his strength nor his might


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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…





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Paragraph from the Past

Sickness is the devil himself divining his ill will.
It seems his only interest is to see what he can kill.
The evil deep inside us all, he uses as a tool.
And sneaks around just like a snake awaiting his next fool.

One paragraph unto itself.
Now on display on Poetry Soup's shelf.


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The Preaching of the Gospel ls An Offense to the Lost

The Preaching of the Gospel Is An Offense!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton  09/18/13


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Divide and Rule

Live the life of a decaying organism,
& you are bound to become senile.

Build-up of the spiritual embolism
Causes one to face the green mile.

Sooner than later,
Accelerated inevitability.

As you lose the ability to live
& the stability to forgive...

Stare at the darkness & pray for stars,
Glare with sharpness & delay the scars.

Are you happy now?
Are you beautiful now?
Are you successful now?!
Are you wealthy now?!

A cage made of gold is still a cage.
Trapped until you're old, peaceful rage.

What is this promised land you promise us?
Underneath the Grand Obelisk & unjust.

Are you powerful now?
Are you respected now?!

I say you are feared...
To hell with that!
Forever will i be endeared.
My honesty is adamantly exact.

The choices you wish to retract
Succumb to the consequences you attract.

We all must one day hang up the hat
Without a pat on our back...


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Diagnosis

The doctor has examined the patient 
And the diagnosis is clear 
Terminal!
For the patient 
A horrible death I fear 

I am not one for the continued suffering of the patient 
The condition will only get worse 
Day by day and year-by-year 
And will increase as the end comes near 

This disease unfortunately 
Has no cure 
It not a virus or a germ 
But something old and pure 

Its existence has been known 
And continues to endure 
Attempts at a solution 
Have been met with confusion

We have tried for a long time 
To relieve the patient’s pain 
Only to have our efforts 
Die in vain 

The patient you see won’t survive 
But the evil that inflicts him 
Will continue to thrive 

Our solution both radical and insane 
Will offer comfort and remove the pain 

Kill the patient and all the cells 
And the evil will no longer 
Have a home to dwell 

The world can no longer sustain the infection 
It can no longer support the evil deeds of man 
It will soon be time for the patient to be cured 
Through the Resurrection 

Eric (and sometimes not)

 
 

 
 


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Life As A "Poet"

No matter how much
Or how high we push on
In our quest to touch
GOD's sky we ask why
Were we made in the
Image and Likeness of
His Heavenly Highness
Yet sold to the Devil for these 
Measely prices our
Souls stolen through
Intricately planned
Niceness heists
Running around in pure
Darkness GOD
"Cut On The Lights"
Give the blind sight
Take away misery's plight
And help us fight
These demons that inhabit and possess
You told us we were blessed
But where is the salvation and the rest
All we go through is "pressure" with no end,
Poured together, now we blend
Rats in mazes with no end
Rat traps with no cheese
A hard life no ease
Angels on our shoulder
Replaced with another devil and 3 boulders
Desires to kneel and pray 
For angel wings but
All that emerges from
Our hearts are prayers
For us to live as Evil Kings
Give us evil things
Soul destruction and powerful pistols
Life's goal now is power & riches
No spirit
We look through the looking glass at delusions of grandeur
The devil shows us malice and calls it caesar's palace
Calls it the road to happiness
Road to satisfaction, man's body is his benefaction
Physical rot and mental subtraction, abstraction and retraction
Blood cells manipulate in science labs to produce 
Paradigms
Test tube babies
We're all test tubes babies
Surrounded by glass
Trapped in slow moving ice
Rolling our lives
Like slow moving dice
Trife pushed out of our sphere into slavery
Cold hard mask of bravery
White man's emotional treachery
Human debauchery...

Lyndell Cadasse & Daryl Dujon
The Slaves Of Poetry




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Rage Fueled Monster

Anger rises like bile in my throat
It’s burning through my veins, squeezing my heart
A smile plays on your lips as you gloat
I must stop before I rip you apart

Sweet ecstasy of the rage controls me
It seeps in my mind, I tear through my skin
Smile gone, you see me, your worst enemy
Do not bother running, you will not win

The forbidden taste of fury so sweet
Again I warn you don’t bother running
You my prey are in for a special treat
You are fast but I am still more cunning

You’re no match for my monstrous bulk
Hear me roar, for i'm the untamed Silverstorm


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Forty Six and Two is Descending

Orienting 
A time of pain
Lost in your mind
Playing games
The will of hers
Is strong like his
Soothing like furs
The weakest wills
Without domination
Or scepters gaze
No one will beat sin
Or get past this phase

The few have seen it
The few do know
Majority fails
While shadows glow

Walking the path
Is older now
Then gliding through it
Past Satan’s bow
No one can tell you
What lies past the way
So take back the two 
And conquer those who stay

Though few have seen it
Not many do know
That when majority fails
Our shadows will glow

Pick up the ashes
Retrieve lost tears
Stand up beside us
Let go of your fears
No more wandering
Alone in ourselves
Take back what was once yours
From a life you once dwelled


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evil misunderstood

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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


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BLASPHEMOUS ESCAPADE

What stupid fools, with foggy minds


hovering through menkind like a clouding mist of turmoil,

trying to convert humanity to ignorancy

religion and spiritual meet and merge but part their separate ways


But these persistant followers remain in the merge being insistent, intruding and demanding 


and each follower with their own personal savior ,to justify their course.






how does light exist in a world void of darkness.


A God without his polarity 


is like an above without a below.


why you fools ,so highly oppinionated yet you fail to help yourselves

Constantly seeking yet, ye have not the eyes to see.

eyes so clouded with ire, ignorancy and pride

Why then boast superior? ye the lords of earth?,

Why thinketh yourselves worth of the titles superior masters of all, yet

ye remain even greater slaves than most


sometimes silence is better understood than mere words deeply spoken 


though from a hollow bossom .


those with the knowledge, know when to apply it 


in a world like ours, so clouded by the mists of those who believe in a certain perfection.




I am the lord of polarity in isaiah 45 vs 7

"I the lord do and cause all things"

isn't it boring, a world without contradiction


cannot what brings harm also be used for a better good

Then all become neutral as one extreme leads to the other,

as death eventually leads to life and the end of any course is the beginning of another cycle


is not evil an intention found in a foul heart a concept for only humans .


doesn't even greater evil lurk in places of worship, audaciously


standing before us and using the book he crooks the poor.






what greater blasphemy than that 


which lurks behind the curtain & goes by a title


"confess thy sins my children", he says 


now aint he your lord .





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Alchemical Summoner

An alchemist in history’s tome
My past a tale of creating my own
My energy spent on the pain
I conjured forth from living in shame

A creature came, riddled with hate
The sun would burn his delicate face
I summoned him from darkest depths
A symbol of the loss that I kept

He stared at me, all smiles and rage
Creeping through the shadows at day
At night we spoke in whispered tones
The death I sought had invaded my home

The world I feared no longer held weight
When compared to this monster’s hate
He speaks his mind and I come undone
His twisted plans could bury the sun

He knew so well, the pain that I’d seen
He multiplied each loss ‘til I screamed
But still I learned, and I was in charge
Despite his tricks and these alchemical scars

Now here I am, standing in love
For all his hate, he still holds me up
In quiet pause I learned his name
In knowing truth, our demons are tamed


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Gangs of New York

Is evil bad?
Not from its line of sight.
If you look thru their eyes, darkness is the light.
Knowledge is power, but power is greedy.
Once ultamite has been tasted the desire to control takes over.
But darkness is not understood...
It lures with promises of grandure then rips away that which makes you happy?
So one thinks... 
Is evil just the loss of the power to be happy?
For we all know evil and darkness do not bring happiness,
it only burdens us with the stress of the knowledge it provides.
For once you've seen you can't deny.
So then I ask...
Is ignorance the true path to happiness?
For the more we stuggle to understand the less we grasp the purity of true 
innocence.... 


**I wrote this after watching "Gangs of New York"


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'Evil Vocations'

As near unto perfect as verbal rule,
By golden rule we go to school,
But spins of wisdom’s perfect,
Do not occur above one’s neck.

For the demons of the mind,
Are, seeking a place to find,
Within one’s education,
Places of evil vocation.

So send evil imagination,
On an extended vacation,
By using your information,
To offer a moral oblation.

For all passions built in pride,
Create one hellish ride,
But in it’s proper place,
Passions of grace have a race.

Now in love truth’s scheme,
Very peaceful and supreme, 
Is as lover’s expected dream,
All would desire it would seem.

But very seldom the case,
In demons of mind’s race,
Thou in Love no sorrows added,
For truth is mercy padded!!!


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But Where Does This Evil Come From?

But where does this evil come from?
Merely a hole,
It is a total privation of goodness
It is simply a lack of goodness,
An emptiness within a soul
Because of the weakness of the will of His creations
Our love becomes misguided
Obsessed with the suffering of others
We all have elements of evil within us
We are Changeable
We grow and mature
And we must die
Everything needs balance
Evil is necessary for there to be good
Otherwise, 
What is good but a concept?	


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Gone for Awhile

He's been gone for awhile, you can tell by his tracks If he sticks to that path, there will be no turning back Plunged into this journey without checking the maps A little further each time he drains this rig of it's gas Faster-n-faster once you pass the speed bumps Every missed opportunity, evident by the lumps The machine breaking down with the more fuel that it pumps Why stay grounded when you can soar with the jumps Life is a journey, there's no destination Rushing to get nowhere, and still we keep racing Life through this metal tunnel, steady just wasting Never seem to run out of fuel, lower gas prices were chasing I packed this vehicle with all the *****I swapped for my hope I gladly tear a new hole right after I tie off this rope I plundge away all my pain, so with life I can cope It's a runaway rig pack plum full of this dope


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Sweet Sexteen

I saw evil last night
evil in the form of sweet fleshed beauty
evil in the form of twinkling eyes
and the sweetest serpents tongue

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

The fragile translucent moth 
to the kittens lick evil beyond bounds.
A narcotic evil bathed in a surcease of pain.
Failures false balm lures with fresh sexual pleasures
lures with ribald sensation, lures with filthy lucre.

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

I saw her thrusting tongue-tip lick and leap.
I saw drool come at the corner of her ripe lips.
the ones she would let his bodies sickness kiss,
all for the high his legal drugs would bring
she stay, she’d F…, she’s give him everything.

In his true sickness he’d pray.
"Lord God please heal me." he’d say.
She’d smile and the horned corners of her mouth would rise.
And he’d seek life’s affirmation between her thighs.
She’d stay………’till he dies.


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Midnight In The Garden Of Good And Evil

The tears have stopped flowing now 
As I buried him deeply in the garden  
Amongst the lilacs and jasmine trees 
Where he could breathe their delicious scent 
And their petals could softly caress his skin 

The cinder blocks of disappointment 
Mark his eternally silent grave 
Cold and ascetic against the rich foliage
As if I wished for him to stand out against such beauty 
Yet still be touched by it, an ever present memorial

For inside the beautiful garden of my mind
Where he had once walked so freely 
Trampling wildly with no concern for the consequences 
Not caring if anything would ever grow there again
So I entombed him there as a reminder, of all that once was 

His memory serving to show me what was savagely taken 
Used and abused and then thrown to the wind 
Emotions laid waste, gnawing at the beauty 
Inciting the madness of good and evil 
As they battle endlessly within this garden

Memories of love replaced by those of hate,
Churning inside of me, the good urging me to let go
The evil relentlessly pursuing my ire 
Like a warm coat evil protects from the misery 
While the good encourages the self incrimination

And so it is midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil
My demons restlessly guide my steps 
With now silent tears that water my imagination 
And cement my resolve with a sense of resilience 
For after this night I will cry no more...

 


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Rat Race

How long can this world go on...
in the condition it's presently in?
I would say...not for long,
with such ignorance and evil sin,

Most people today don't care,
except what benefits them the most,
the whole world's an evil affair,
reaching from coast to coast,

And what can be done to change...
this perilous unpredictable rat race?
It's not humanly possible to rearrange...
this global situation we face.


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With Christ YOU CAN Overcome

With Christ…   You Can Overcome!



One of the things I don’t understand, Is the wickedness throughout this land. I’ve often thought and have pondered. How can this evil continue much longer? It’s amazing what man will do to each other. How people treat their sisters and brothers! The Bible says that the heart is wicked above all things. We can testify to the destruction an evil heart brings! In all of this wickedness, sin and confusion… There is an answer! There is a solution! We’ll find eternal hope and a peace within… As we come to Christ and confess our sin! Why not allow Christ to make you complete? Lay your every burden and worry at his feet! He’ll restore your life and wipe away your tears. His perfect love will cast out your fears! He’ll restore to you, what the enemy has taken. With him by your side… You’ll not be forsaken! Your heart will be strengthened and renewed! His words of life are like “heavenly food.” By the blood of the lamb… You can overcome! Christ has the victory! The battle’s been won! By Jim Pemberton


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Politics And Politicians

The good is evil and the evil is good;
The omen is clear,yet,no one reads,
The signal is up, still no one heeds,
There is but one use of power,
It is to save people,
But all we hear of power is trouble,
Everyone wants to get and use it,
They want to gain popularity,
Winning elections a neccesity,
Campaigns all exaggerations,
Their evil deeds no explanation,
Well-wishers they are yet to woo,
Birds chatter where they woo,
Birds chatter where they coo,
The desire to be famous is an attempt,
Forgetting that familiarity breeds contempt;
Speeches are delivered in lying tongues,
Manifestoes in dying souls,
People are suffering,children are dying,
Still,they're obstinate and blind,
Passing frrom deception to deception,
And to final illusion,
Host in the wonder of their own greatness.



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D'Evil Returns

As I get closer to hell it 
Seems easier to get 
Caught up in these evil 
Dreams where deals with
Devils begin to rule upper
Body levels and I’m stuck
On automatic stuck between
A rock and a “hard” place
I’m trying not to use about 
To lose this long-distance 
Race soon to be content 
With last place and “her”
Consolation prize or two
Cause these lies while they
Do not eradicate you I
Manipulate the shades of hue
Screens I pull over unsuspecting
Eyes all the while trying to
Be faithful but with every
Second a piece of my
Conscience dies pressure has
Reached critical dam has
Been breached old rituals
Returned bad habits that
Burned notches in belts
When distance and time
Was just a figment of 
Grandfather watches and 
Clocks begging Father 
Time to stop so I can 
Live in the moments
When I heavenly dream
Cause only then you seem
To exist without fear of hurt
And this dirt I throw on
Our love’s coffin every time
My mind wants to sin
Every time my body wants
To give in to temptation
No abbreviation only
Full word encounters
Forgetting the night we 
Founded this incredible 
Bond writing this heavenly
Song I won’t write outside
Our lines but my soul cries
Cause my heart isn’t here
But my body is and
My body feels
The evil returning
Familiar ghosts spurning
New rules new tools
To build evil connections
Illegal body bridges
Close to the edges
Of the earth
Nowhere to turn
D’evil returns


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No Rest For The Wicked

I am the evil poet
Evil spells conjured 
Nine love potions
Potent incantations 
Written on scrolls
Bleeding ceaselessly
To bleed is to live
To write is to breathe
With every breath taken
More evil awakened 
Devils on the shoulders 
Cant be shaken
No mistaking for Christmas 
Ghosts the leeching hosts
Life force sucked
Not able to duck 
Can’t escape the chase
The noxious race
Ballet of death
“No rest for the wicked”
A snake laying in a
Thicket of lies


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A Revival Of A Different Kind

A Revival Of A Different Kind!

There is coming a revival of a different kind!
It’s a revival of evil and perverted minds!

As this evil tide of wickedness begins to unravel…
A path from God this country begins to travel!

Many churches abandon God’s truth and holiness…
Rather they pursue man’s sin and wickedness!

As many seek fantasies and ungodly perversions…
They’ve been “baptized” into sinful immersions!

The very way that God designed marriage to be…
Is beginning to shape this country’s destiny!

Corruption is becoming rampant in the land!
The ten commandments, 
few really understand!

It’s time to come to Jesus and repent of our sins!
A time for truly living for Jesus needs to begin!

God calls us to come out and be holy and sanctified!
It was for all of us that his son was crucified!

Let’s pray for a revival and renewing of our lives!
And stop listening to Satan’s deception and lies!

It’s time to stand up for God what his word’s about!
And pray for a cleansing to take
 place throughout!

It’s time to have revival of
 Holy Ghost’ conviction!
And bring God back to 
this hurting nation!

03/02/13


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Robber's wife

Says the robber’s wife:
Oh,my man should have returned,
Has the gibbon lost its grip?
Sorry, robber's wife:
A day will just be a day,
Monkey will not just return.

 


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Facing Inner Demons

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

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

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

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

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

 
Copyright Christine A Kysely 2010 November 26, 2010

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

 



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Rainbow of Love

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


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NOT FOLLOWING IN CAIN'S FOOTSTEPS

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


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


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


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


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


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


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What a Wonderful Day

I had such a beautiful day
The greatest blessing that I could have hoped for, came true
You guys remember awhile back
I was talking about people I had lost
But never should have
How ashamed I was over it all
Today for the first time in 16 years
I received a telephone call from my oldest friend and his family
I had sent them a Copy of my new Book
But finical backing has me looking for a top Publishing company
Anyway, that will be what it will be, when the Lord lets me know
And he always provides
The poem in question ended with,
“No matter how many years of foundation love may have”
“Addiction will destroy it, it’s the nature of the business”
All the comments I got motivating me to contact them
I just want to say, “Thank you, for I have them back in my life”
That’s what I truly adore about our site
Our friend’s depict who we truly are
And today a huge piece that had been broken off my heart
Was returned and it feels so wonderful
I am on such a natural high
(Sorry I put my daughter to bed and said her prayers)
Now where was I, Oh yes?
I had totally forgotten about our situation on the site
I read the poems directed at me on the site
The soup mail stating, “Your f ing Evil”
And I had to laugh because guess what
I’ve said that all along, I once was not just “Evil”
“I was evil in its purest and most disgusting form”
I was considered evil by the most evil
That’s why I spent many years in Prison
Many different times
Those who I truly loved and cared about where all gone
Guess why, “Because I was evil”
I carried duct tape, empty trunk and a sealed in basement
Especially after losing all those I speak of here
“Dude, I don’t want to be evil with you”
I just want you to treat my friends with respect
If you have to be mean and cruel
By all means take it out on me I do deserve it
Because you’re right, there is evil in me 
That’s why I write to control that evil
And plant the beautiful seed of love
It just goes to show, a day can start off so horrible
And end up so beautiful
When you are living your life with honor and true respect for Jesus
I may do wrong, but at least its for the right reasons
This was my brightest day of Recovery
People, places and things
That goes both ways I reckon
That is what Recovery taught me today
May the Forest have a beautiful rainbow over it?
May Angels speak deep within the spirit of its soul?
My God what a wonderful day
I was allowed back into the hearts of those that I loved
And there is nothing on this earth that can touch that







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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


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I am a robot

Icy cold
metallic
clinical, calculations
stiff, sharp movements
 
With strength like god
and no morality to stop you
from tearing
this world
apart
 
Do you dream?
or do you only
think
solve
and destroy?
 
You beautiful,
cold, monster.


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Corporate Hell


                                                          Walmart
                                                       by Steven Pineda

         There is a place that I work at that is called Walmart.  I get ready everyday just to go to work for the evil corporation of slave drivers.  The managers there are like giants holding whips slashing you and telling you to do there bidding.  You do get a break ever two hrs but the water they give you is gasoline and is nasty and they shackle you to the store so you will not try to escape and run for your life.  I stand at the register which is an evil machine that sticks its claws into you and doesn't allow you to move till you feed it money.  And the thing you should be scared of is the almighty customer which you have to bow down to and do what ever they say. As I stand there waiting for them to come with all there nasty goodies their going to buy I tremble because I can hear the sound of their foot steps which is like nails on a chalk bored screeching towards you.  If they choose you and go to your line beware for there are not forgiving and will throw you to the fire at a given chance.  The first customers comes towards me and with whips starts hitting me and telling me to move faster to ring up there items so they can go home and dwell in they cave they came from.  Hands hurting, Fingers bleeding this is the life of a cashier.  At the end of the day I reach the doors and something magical happens I grow my wings back and fly home to enjoy myself.  Then in return I become the customer and make another cashier bow down to me.


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Morality

The evil
that you so deeply fear
cannot be hidden from
It is no faceless thing
to be avoided
 
It lies
behind your child's eyes
It grows
in your neighbor's smile
It crawls
from your lover's body heat
It moves,
multiplies in the silence
 
And no matter how
fast you run
hard you pray
you can never
never escape
because this evil
this vile, obscene
putrid thing

lives
deep
inside you
feeding on your thought
on your actions
and on every single
violent dream.


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Unholy Secrets You Keep

You haven’t changed, you have just rearranged,
The victims you take, the hearts you break.
Walking on souls, taking all you can eat,
Who will be next, it sure won’t be me.

So go back to your demented life, with all the unholy secrets you keep,
You were just an illusion, in all my confusion, you were never meant for me.
The facade of an angel, yet an angel you’ll never be,
A bad memory, with an aftertaste, like a bad piece of meat.

A selfish, lying, self-centered, cheat,
What was I thinking, the joke is on me.
You devour every good thing, yes, all that life can bring,
Feeding ever ravenously, of lies, deception, and deceit.

One day you will pay, for all you’ve acquired,
Yet this will not include my heart, my soul or desires,
No, what you’ll pay in all your gains, is that which you have seized,
Yes all that you have taken, from the mouths of my babes cheeks.
.
Now this evil is gone, from my presence and my home,
Now you must feed off of some other, goodbye dirty one.
Because you are a fake, a fraud, an unloving hog,
You just screwed up another life, without even a thought.

And without care, you devour and consume,
Taking from all, who fall victim to your ruin.
So go back from where you came, you devil in a dress,
Think you know just how to live, yet your life is just a mess.

The disaster you spread, the ruin of many lives,
The people you hurt, it’s your evil that drives.
You and your mother are one and the same,
Take a look in the mirror, you’ll see her shame.

The hate that you breed, creates weakness and need, 
Please stay away, from my children and me.
Thought you were someone, a solid person from good seed,
At one time I loved you, what a fool I must be,
I’ve saturated my life, with the unholy secrets you keep.

Goodbye you dark, absorbing, cheat,
Goodbye despairing darkness you bear.
Goodbye you thinker, of having done no wrong.
Wish you were someone else, someone who was strong.

I wish I had that girl, the one in whom I believed,
For the one I fell in love with, was  playing a part in a scene.
You were but a facade, an illusion of what I’d dreamed,
Another bad judgment call, because of the unholy secrets you keep.


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Mirror Mirror

Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who is that stranger that I saw???
In that reflection from once you gave,
Why is it you don't behave???

Please show me the image of my true self,
And not tease me with this illusion of lies,
Who is this person who hides in disguise?

This stranger who resides in the shadows of my form,
My inner mind and outward body to transform,
Into the darkness of the beast,
The light of my inner soul has become his feast.

Why is it that I can no longer see my reflection,
All I can see is the mirage of my imperfection,
The evil of sins and the blood lust of sorrow,
The dark incarnation of the devil's marrow.

My inner mind his playground for fun,
Is it possible for the evil to be undone,
For salvation of my mortal sins,
The purity of the inner light that always wins.

As I gaze into his eyes so cold,
The darkness of the eternal night I shall behold,
Once a shadow now stands a man,
The damnation of my soul his only plan. 

Mirror mirror on the wall,
Why is it I can not recall,
The image of purity and innocence lost,
My immortal soul that paid the cost.

When did the stranger that I see, 
Become me???



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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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To This World I Was Born

To this world I was born….

When Adam and Eve finally obeyed the Evil One
When the Evil One was rejoicing in his dark seat
When God was not happy of His nemesis’ feat
When the Angels could not even sing in unison 
When the golden sun, in haste, faded beyond horizon
When the charming moon lacked its own charisma
When northern star couldn’t blink, ‘cos of bad karma
When the white clouds turned nasty to a black man 
When my father spent the night with his Tuesday fan
When my mother decided her own time to conceive 
When my older brother was not willing to receive
When neighbors wouldn’t stop peeking, like damn rat
When the entire world seemed at peace, but really not 

To this world I was born….

Not to emulate my parents Adam and Eve
To resist the Evil One and not to be deceived
To serve and worship God, not only when I hear the bells 
To sing the psalms of praises, in unison with the Angels
To witness the golden sun rising from the east
To send greetings to the charming moon, with a kiss
To make a wish upon the great northern star
To dream…. floating on white clouds, not in a car
Not to have a Tuesday fan or a Thursday blonde
To use my time, for I’ve less, wisely till the last round 
To accept others mistakes… and to share, cheerfully
To love my neighbor and live with them, peacefully
To shine, against all odds, to the entire world

Yes, to this world I was born…..thru my sister’s hand
Thankful and happy as always, I am, till last days end



 


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The Snare

Do you rejoice when visit's trouble upon your kin
do you with verbal twist do cast your snare
when hurtful things present to neighbor men
and with sarcasm say you do not care
 
For time and chance in trouble are cast we down
what man among you escapes a razors edge
all mankind in this condition sometimes be found
and are taken surety for a pledge
 
When curse you call for evil fall
upon another soul
and show within your heart of sin
know that evil will take it's toll
 
What you call down will in karma drown
not where you place a curse
you may find the words unwind
and happens in reverse
 
What is so bad and makes us sad
that parents do not teach
vindictive tools bad instruction fools
and cannot a heart to reach
 
Can you bet if you cast this net
your own foot not be taken
in verbal spill to cast your will
in your own device forsaken
 
And if be heard the spiteful word
what opinion do you think
of you beware will others share
and from your friendship shrink
 
If someone shares your confidence
and pains of heart has told
do you use their trust to fence
and take from them their gold
 
If want you love you must learn
to others not be cruel
for you find same return not kind
and yourself as thought a fool
 
sources Pr 1:10-18 James 3
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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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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Meditations

Self-annihilation is all but assured
When sin awaits patiently ensured
With every timeless inner thought
Suffering’s angst is ever wrought
Grief-stricken of hope life remains
A lifetime burden that ne’er wanes
Without end is temptation’s quest
Whereof lawless souls often wrest
Timeless error of the heart’s desire
Enticing flames of unquenched fire
O’er a bedeviled lifetime conceived
E'er weary begetting death received
Yet within the sanctum of the mind
Deep thoughts always strive to find
But dark sands of time ever shifting
Preempt signs of faith truly uplifting
As endless resolutions fail to change
Pertinacious choices still estranged
Tho' reverent questions still reside
Meditation’s answers jollify inside
In a battle royal for the human soul
Human nature has abdicated its role
As caretaker o’er the spirit in man
Allowing wretchedness to expand
Its sinful flesh’s territorial domain
In a ragging war it cannot sustain
Against the mind’s falling control
To eschew wickedness as a whole
Willfully pursuing all that is good
O’er all that is evil as it only could
But instead has become as a slave
An extinct heir beyond the grave
Giving evil a free winning hand
Lost in the face of fate’s final end

© Eugene Harvey 


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Death Dishonorable

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

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

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

Pervading evil and madness glittering cold
Bone shattering lonliness fills your soul
Terror... terror... terror... vicious hold
Paralyzed in a death that is dishonorable


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Never-Ending Lesson

All I want is in my lies
That never-ending wish that I can save your life
But there’s no one really there
There’s only one more distant dream within a mirror of despair

So perfect in it’s role
To seat itself deep within the shadow of my soul
Another answer I create
I find the torch that lights the walls but provokes another shadow in my wake

Death to my mistakes
I calm myself and douse the flame to measure what awakes
But I already know
I learnt this lesson long ago

All I want is what is gone
So I picture love and prick my heart just to carry on
There’s rarely something there
I still have to fade and sacrifice to prove that I can care

Broken into place
The mask that hides my evil eye has dug in to my face
It’s getting deeper every day
The pain is forcing the evil eye to focus on all I say

There’s no end to my mistakes
So I light the way and carry on despite the lack of human trace
I’m stronger than I know
And despite the hurt and the evil eye I’ll never let the lesson go


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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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What Did I Miss?

Transparent clouds
Mask the evil that surrounds
The world of humans whose evil has arrived
Without demise
Unborn babies take a glimpse
Of this world shall wince
And think of it as grown-ups who has since
Struggle to find a of Bliss!
What Did I Miss?