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Details | Light Poetry | |

The Poet Warrior

My Dear Enemy
Here I am
In full armor
My quill is full of arrows
My bow is taunt and ready fro battle
My horse is pristine and shiny black
I am your enemy
As you are mine to the death
I shall take my bow and arrow
Pierce you through the heart
My king shall praise and honor me
For many battles so well fought
I know I have to shoot my arrows
To save my own pitiful soul

My dear enemy
I just long for you to know
Every arrow, every drop of blood
Every soul that must depart
Due to my fine skills and sharp arrow darts
I die along with you
I know not who you are
Yet a weep for your lost soul
I imagine other times
Maybe we would sit for tea and cookies
Laughing over words of glee
You and I so battle ready
I am sorry for all the battle scars
The blood that flows so deep
Every arrow that leaves my bow
I am sure it too, also weeps

My Dear Enemy
I prey today that before the dusk
One of you will have a finer bow
My heart no longer has the will
To fill my quill with arrows so
Today, I let one of you end my day
No longer can I live on this way
All my fine arrows fired
Have finally been on target
My Dear Enemy
I love you as any man
I have only love for humanity
I pray one day
Our Kings and Queens shall feel this way
As off the battle field, I am carried away

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Dead Men Do Tell Tales

Dead Man Tells Tales

 I saw, the rot of selfish desires,
 burning endlessly in clever fires
 Piles of cash a mountain high
 stolen by those that steal and lie
 six days every week , 
 while they go to church pretending 
 to be so mild and meek

 The preacher crying all to give so much more
 while he lives in a mansion with a golden door
 drunks living with no other life
 have sacrificed family and wife
 naked women on the the street,
 selling thier pride and body like meat
 hustlers getting rich selling poisonous dope
 as they hang themselves with an evil rope

 I looked for solace and found there was none
 just endless cowards crying on the run
 A world teaching wrong is so damn right
 blind monkeys never seeing the light
 dancing in fruitless trees,
 tree-rats eating with relish their rotting cheese

 Looking for Spring to bring life anew
 I too am blind and without a damn clue
 a fool holding onto a false hope
 on a tight leash and even shorter rope

 Where is the miracle we each think can come
 we see it shining there for some
 A treasure glaring in the glimmering Sun
 gifted not stolen by guile and a gun
 So I finally turned to family for relief
 ease my Soul, winter in my long lost belief
 that Life must give us all a saving line
 other than more food when we sit to dine

 Ahh yes, I swing in one of those fruitless trees,
 a monkey often doing just as I please
 yet dare to think to have so much more
 salvation on a far away dazzling shore
 My arrogance is in my daring to wish to be better
 a fool writing fantasy in an inquiry letter
 Is death the only, the one saving grace
 a vacation from this sadness infecting the human race

 I wonder, can man ever journey forth without greed
 without pride of the darkness in his seed
 with the guiding light pointing to that place
 where joy and love beams in every shining face
 All the vanity I once held firmly, so damn dear
 was no more than vanishing suds in my lousy beer
 Standing now to look over my own selfish deeds
 I see a child still lost in the tall, tall weeds
 sometimes crying for help to rush on to rescue
 is sweet salvation only for the chosen few

 Spring came when I had completely given up on me
 a beaten man , crying out in a desperate plea
 Once I had lost my arrogant, foolish pride
 I had no shelter in which to stupidly hide 
 As darkness raced to force me into its trap
 that restraining leash did finally snap
 I took one step into the waiting light
 away from darkness of that life enslaving night

 And only then, only then did I see-
 The huge rot of all my selfish desires,
 burning endlessly in my clever fires
 Piles of my cash a mountain high
 stolen by we that relentlessly steal and lie
 six shameful days every week , 
 while we go to church pretending 
 to be so damn clever, mild and meek

 Robert J. Lindley, 04-20-1999

Note- This poem was written long ago. Things have only gotten worse since then.
They can lie, steal and deceive mortal men but not the One that will one furure day judge them !

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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?

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Kimo | |

Evil

Evil is a spiritual maggot,

                             That devours the heart and mind...

                                                                       Leaving the soul to rot.



                                                                        Timothy I. Brumley

Copyright © Timothy Brumley | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme | |

Twins Now Captured And Bound

 Twins Now Captured And Bound


Illusions and delusions leads to mass confusions
why is it never too late to use lies and hate
Freedom conceptions are lost in masked deceptions
hope is denied by the cry it is just too damn late

Liberty and freedom, twins now captured and bound
our nation, abomination more concerned with domination
True freedom, so longed for but rarely ever found
we are caged animals doomed for the usual castration

The greater Truth has been casted into a dark pit
greed and power now reign as the twin tyrants playing
All past greatness so quickly turning into horse-shit
yet we place great hope in the futile act of delaying

American dream has became a nightmare spinning on down
why work or live right when government pays to not
Wearing happy faces, inside each cries an unhappy clown
that feels heart and soul sinking into a darkened rot

Illusions and delusions leads to mass confusions
why is it never too late to use lies and hate
Freedom conceptions are lost in masked deceptions
hope is denied by the cry it is just too damn late

Robert J. Lindley, 03-11-2015

Note-  A rare political poem from me. I felt it is time to speak out about our
nation and the destruction now being wrecked upon it by truly anti-American forces both foreign and domestic!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Necessary Evil

take this blade 
and cut your wrists
make escape holes for the devil

let him leave you
through the bleeding
make the world then somewhat level

it's a sacrifice 
most unholy
but for the good of all mankind

so take thy soul
unto the slaughter
and you'll find i'm right in time

sure i'm just 
your shoulder demon
and yes i've fallen from what's divine

but no lives
will get saved this evening
'less you're willing to cross the line

Copyright © Joshua Aguire | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse | |

The Evil, The Demon Locked Away Inside My Heart

What do you do with someone who has a black heart?
One so black, that no light can shine through it
What would you do to try to get away?
A potential killer, locked away on the inside
Now seems to be emerging and nothing can stop it
How do you plan on keeping, the devil inside?
You wanted nothing nice of me
Instead, you preferred…that I show you
The evil trapped in my heart…

Why does everyone want to…
See how far they can go with me? I wanna know
So can you please tell me?
Why doesn't anyone appreciate…
The fact that I try to remain sane? I wanna know
So, tell me…

I don’t fight much anymore like I used to
Just because the sight of blood excites me
I would fight to the death, if I could…
I've nearly killed a few of my friends when in rage
And a few times, little children as well
But I'm afraid of what I can do
That is why, I became an outcast…
Just to prevent such a thing…from happening again
Now why did you bring it out again?

Why does everyone want to…
See the evil, the demon in my heart? I wanna know
So, you better tell me
Why do you act like the rest of them?
Did you want to see me insane? I wanna know
Do you wanna die?

Everyone…doesn't deserve
To be treated with kindness…nor respect
For that matter, so why try?

Why does everyone want to…
Be caught up in the darkness? I wanna know
And you better tell me
I won't waste my time with you all
To me it seems that you want to go to hell. I wanna know
Do you plan on joining me?

Copyright © Samuel Obazee jr. | Year Posted 2005

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

Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013

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



Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2010

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

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.

Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013

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

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2011

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!

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

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)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

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

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

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

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

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

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

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

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Concrete | |

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.

Copyright © Lawrence Ingle | Year Posted 2008

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.

Copyright © Ag Ki | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tanka | |

Evil Follows Good

evil follows good
hatred and chaos ensue
     repent to gain peace
          the fire burns within the heart
abundance, our legacy 

[The kyoka is to the tanka what senryu is to the haiku.] 

Please see the blog (dated 1 December 2012) with this title for the legend which had inspired this poem.

Copyright © Suzette Richards | Year Posted 2012

Details | Tanka | |

Lucifer

Lucifer

Son of the Morning—
Symbol of false perfection.
Lucifer is thus . . . 
	A tempter and deceiver . . . 
Praise only Almighty God!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved 
(June 5, 2015) (Tanka)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Double Dactyl | |

Goethe's Emissary

Goethe’s Emissary
 
Mephisto-Hereistoo
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Faust on the Brocken summit
Go our own sweet way for show.

Walpurgis Nacht’s spirit of perversity 
Mephistophelian 
Time now for your eternal soul
The Evil One’s sitting in a fiery glow.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
May 19, 2015 (Double Dactyl)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

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.

Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2013

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...

Copyright © john jenkins | Year Posted 2011

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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.

Copyright © JoAnna Mitchell | Year Posted 2013

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

Copyright © Chelsea Westerfield | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

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”

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

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Evil

E  ven 
V  illiains understand
I
L  ive




                                    E. V. I. L. 

                      (Even Villains understand I Live) 


signed, 
God



Eric (and sometimes not)

Copyright © Eric Nolan | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse | |

I Have The Evil of You

I have the evil of you
Caught in my hands, entangled
Like the arabesques of Eden's vines
Just like paradise, but why should shame remain
Singeing like immolation of Peter's Inferno
These reddish-purple chains convolute myself
as the grapples shoot out from the clouds
both below, above me
The self-lovelust propelling 
You did this - these plagues
You drag me down - to your cage
Cadaver Vampire - I am your slave


Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012