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Music Evil Poems | Evil Poems About Music

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

Details | I do not know? |

To Those Who Worship: Abridged Version

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


Details | Terza Rima |

The Creation

The empty house murmured of loneliness and sorrow.
Its feelings bled, covered, and asphyxiated the divine soul
Of a man who lived for a cured tomorrow.

The remedy for this affliction sat alone; only it could console.
In one corner, where trickles of light could rain through.
It was a magical creation with only one goal.

It brought forth a new resistance, gave the man a better view.
With the creation he could defeat the evil pain.
Long and hard the man worked with the creation, and the magic grew.

The cure swam through the air, entangled and wrapped like a chain.
Soon the house began to lighten and warm.
The man and the creation stopped, but knew the evil had been slain.

The man took a step back; the creation began to transform.
He shook his head - it had been and always will be a piano.
The sickness couldn't touch him; all he had to do was perform.


Details | Rhyme |

Destiny

There is a city in the clouds,
Hidden behind emerald eyes,
Where my heart sleeps still,
Amidst the peaceful skies,
And the door that I entered, 
I entered with a glance,
And it closed just as quickly,
And I had lost my chance,
To leave those eyes,
Those lips that met my own,
For peace can become a curse,
If you can never call it home,
And though she has left me,
My heart is never free,
Whether I held her one night or one day,
I am hers for an eternity
 
Her voice was but a whisper,
But was still music to these ears,
One sound from those lips,
Can bring a man to tears,
For a whisper becomes symphony,
Like boys become men,
Words break into a thousand pieces,
When played in my heart again,
And when the time comes,
When that music fades away,
I’ll disappear with it,
Just as night becomes day,
For the sun will set on me,
As for another it may rise,
For my time here is done,
When I no longer gaze into her eyes.

What Is time but a guide,
A hand in the night,
Through the darkness at my side,
Though I knew not wrong or right,
Could I alter my direction,
Or was my path always the same,
Offering my will no insurrection,
But at the same time freeing me of blame,
For where there is no choice,
Surely no evil can there be,
Only slaves to our roles without a voice,
Victims of fate and destiny,
Yet since I cannot see,
This illusion I have given a name,
It makes me believe free will does not escape me,
Though I might be convinced my destination is the same,
So do good and evil remain,
Simply because this illusion is my own,
Are they all that keeps me sane,
In this darkness I call home,
Yet that is for each man to decide,
Though he might know what his future will bring,
As time leads him through the night,
In his illusion only he may decide who is king


Details | Enclosed Rhyme |

I Don't Wanna

I apologize for the lies, I used for my disguise.

I must learn not to sympathize, but to empathize.

‘Cause my negative actions terrorize the people who I idolize and/or prize.

Therefore, I realize the fact I have to revise, minimize and sterilize my life, because of this, music is my sunrise, but only my passion for music can end my self-destruction or demise.

Therefore I need to rationalize my choices so I don’t get categorized or characterized and criticized for my evil side in which is the side of me I despise.

Therefore I vocalize (sing) and verbalize (rap), 

To visualize my arise for being wise in my attack.

To recognize, penalize and exercise the poltergeist

or evil spirit which advertised the sin and lies of rap.

This is my attack, to rise, ‘cause rap today is

built on lies, so utilize your gifts and talents

to surprise, neutralize, baptize and revolutionize

a world of demise and introduce a world of facts.

I don’t wanna dignitize the world of media’s lies.

A true rebel today goes against the norm of the idolize of merchandise.

So be a true rebel and change today’s world of media. Listen to the message ‘cause the truth underlies.

So get this message because it mystifies.

These following I don’t wanna’s are mine and try to see my life through not yours, but my eyes. 

1. I don’t wanna be locked up, I just wanna go home.

But I keep on doing wrong, that’s why I sing this song.

2. I don’t wanna cry no more, but I’m so depressed. But I’ve witnessed blood and gore, these feelings I express.

3. I don’t wanna be alone, I just wanna have my own. I will always sing my songs, trying to right my wrongs.


Details | Quatrain |

TEPID BREEZE, LULL ME TO SLEEP

Tepid breeze, lull me to sleep
on this grass softer than hay;
all the aches make my brittle bones weak,
they need rest, not asking my body to wander away... 


And if I fall asleep, I would like every star, spotting me.
to keep watch;  and should the owls, hiding amid the shadows
of the hickories, emit very scary and strange sounds
and fix their vicious eyes on me, angels will guard me...


No harm will come to me from those treacherous evil spirits,
and by just invoking His Holy Name, it will prevent any attack on me;
and my light can be seen from far, this light which strengthens me:
and while praying alone, I will hear the fluttering of cherubs' wings...


Tepid breeze, lull me to sleep,
and without the lovebirds' song, something must
replace that harmony when a sudden rush of fear:
slowly and uninvitingly seeps into my throbbing chest...


And would I let any noise spoil this peace,
to allow distrust lessen my courage and let hope cease?
I am endowed with  the faith of the martyrs that evil men are afraid of hearing;
come Satan, try to deceive me:  the Holy Spirit will abide with me 'till my awakening...


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci