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Details | Free verse | |

King Vlad

King Vlad is anything but Democracy’s man of the hour.
Rather, à coup sûr, he’s really Stalin’s nasty little boy
who ironically parades svoboda and glasnost like 
he really means them—actually he means them not.

King Vlad’s political traditions and pronouncements 
are well-known among those who are sadly aware
of his tapestry of treachery and deceit—oh so slovenly woven
for all to see, just like some of his fellow-gangster favorites:
Lenin, Stalin, Beria, Molotov, Brezhnev, and Andropov.

King Vlad is anything but a real world leader . . .
His kind are an open book for all to see and understand
what they are and what they mean for all who strive
for openness, decency, and real compassion in the
twenty-first century world order.

King Vlad—just like his Dracula name sake,
is a man without a soul, without a conscience,
who shall never shudder, wince or cry
at the piercing death rattle of a Kalashnikov.

King Vlad is truly no friend of Democracy, 
sounding even at times not unlike Hitler;
he’s a demon leader with innocent blood on his hands,
always quick with the old Soviet reply:
Lie . . . Deny . . . Accuse . . . Reject . . . Criticize . . . 
all tools of this redoubtable master of prevarication.

King Vlad should know that the Heavenly Souls 
of flight MH17 know the bitter truth, gorkaya pravda, 
surrounding his lies, treachery, and deceit—all pejorative 
attributes to a man with the mask of a real monster who 
had the very best Soviet teachers.

And so Generalissimo Stalin . . . 
How do you like your nasty little boy now???
He’s right up your alley, right???

“Putin” has five letters just like “Devil.”

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (August 9, 2014)
(Free Verse)


Details | Free verse | |

Plant Tale

That lone ornamental plant,
that stood straight,
with colored shiny leaves,
had its own story to relate,
it was brought in infancy,
to the office,
to decorate and tickle fancy,
it was an eye soothe,
amongst dead office wood eye sores,
and people who were alive,
but wanted others dead,
plant was innocent,
and had not thought so in the start days,
but had gathered that over each passing day,
he had a secret to reveal,
that people came to office,
not to work,
but to work down others,
they were jealous and egoists,
they spoke lies and spoke bad of others,
most of the time they did that,
only a little was left,
for the work for which they were paid for,
life of the plant was spent thus,
he became tired and almost dead,
he knew these evil people,
would throw him out one day,
and that they did,
but he was happy,
that he was free,
of evil and bad.


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 | Dramatic monologue | |

The Game

My life has been one enormous charade,
A make believe game,
A play I have played, 
A story I tell myself, day and night,
Hidden from myself, out of sight,
A game of hide and seek,
While searching for something else to eat.

The game,
A cosmic game,
A comic game,
A bad joke,
A puff of smoke,
A laugh,
A bath,
A lonely path,
The Game.

I used to take it so seriously,
Think it, feel it so real, so perfectly,

So certain I that was right,
That I lived in the light,
So convinced that I knew the rules,
So obvious I had all the tools,
That I saw the truth, 
That I saw the light,
Would win the battle, win the fight.


Heard the sound of the distant drum,
Calling me to battle with the devious one.
The walls of my ego were high and mighty,
My dreams and delusions danced in front of me,
Their smooth dark surface impossible to climb,
Images I swallowed and thought were mine.


I made them alive, moving and real,
Twist and turn like a slimy eel,
Just to tell myself that I was still someone,
Playing in the game and having lots of fun,
Just to tell me and to tell you,
That I wasn't a loser,
So I wouldn’t hear the words game over.


Game over,
Check and mate,
Here's the gate,
You have to take,
Out of the Game,
The game of shame.


The game of avoiding being blue,
Of dogging the bullets they shot at you,
The atomic bomb they drop on your head,
The monsters that they put under your bed.


The game of hiding away,
Live to play another day,
Even if it's only make believe,
The prizes in plastic,
And not worth a dime,
At least I have the impression that they are mine,
At least I don't fell the pain,
The pain of shame,
In this perverted game.


So that I don't feel I'm a prisoner,
Tied to this post,
Don't even realise that I'm only a ghost,
That the truth is well hidden,
On the board of the game.

That the prizes are in plastic,
But they are shiny and new,
The paint hardly chipped,
The emptiness hardly shows through,
The laughing is loud,
The smiles are all warm and friendly,
And we are all together,
Joyful and happy.


The illusion is REAL,
And only the mad man knows,
That it's a rotten deal.

more of my poems at http://labyrinthoflies.com


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 | Light Poetry | |

Twisted Fate

Take your knife
Carne con sangre
On sale here
Cut me up
Slice me dice me
Taste my sour blood
Savor the flavor
Revenge is on sale
Bitter and sweet all for you
Bile flows through me
Thinking of your hate
You may have butchered me
Slaughtered to rot at high time noon
I have a revelation for you
I love gardens and flowers
I now am one with them
As I feed them, and bring beauty 
To those who quench the thirst of love
I kiss the sun and laugh at you
hahahahahaha


Details | Epic | |

The Emperor, and the holy man

The Emperor and the holy man

Once, a long, long time ago
There lived an Emperor
He had conquered half the world
He couldn’t be worshipped more
And everyone within his realm
They done what he did say
For each knew that to disobey him
Could mean his dying day.

One day this Emperor did decide
To sail to India
He’d heard about those holy men
And the tales in him did stir
A lot of curiosity 
He decided he would go
And find one, then bring him back home
He had a need to know.

Romanda was a holy man
He’s deeds were legendary
He never wore no clothes at all
And everyone could see
That he was someone very special
Many had seen his power
And they knew that time with him
Could bring one’s soul to flower

The Emperor sent some men to find
That holy man, did he
He told them bring that Guru back
Deliver him to me
So off they went to do his will
But Romando he refused
He said your man must come to me
Those soldiers were confused!

The Emperor, he was upset 
He found that holy man
He offered him jewels and, and money too
And he did not understand
When our hero turned him down again
He drew his sword on him
It didn’t look good for the holy man
That Emperor looked grim!

Romanda told the Emperor
“My friend, chop off my head
If this is what you’re bound to do
But you won’t kill me dead
I left this body years ago
You cannot kill what’s not
Oh, you may kill this shell I’m in
But that’s not worth a lot.

He said ‘why do you conquer
Don’t you know, it’s a disease?
When you have conquered everything
Will you then be at ease
Put your sword away, my friend
Don’t be so childish now
Know you a man who says he’s great
He really has no power”.

The Emperor was beaten by
A naked, unarmed man
The great man? Stood there foolishly
He did not understand
How this man was unafraid
He’d never glanced within
Great Emperors, they only know
The mind and all its din.

12 September 2013@1835hgrs.


Details | Free verse | |

Good AND Evil

To the darker side is the human inclination adherant 
To the evil impulse it is strongly adamant
But what  vile part of anatomy urges it to be so delinquent
What abets his innerself 
to disembark from the lane of good
The fulcrum of his conscience
weighs heavier on the evil side
There are dark shadows on 
the inner realm of the soul
Yet there are stronger lights 
And a mightier force to balance the rusted fulcrum
What divine part of anatomy
urges it to the lane of right 
It is 'Him'  who resides in every being
In the good and the evil 
In the saint and the devil


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 | Free verse | |

Depression

Depression

3 o’clock in the morning…
The sounds of bed frames hitting drywall,
The sounds of Chopin and Coltrane played
With a hint of sadness in tone.
Sounds of whores and pimps arguing;
“Where is the money, you whore?!”
“I don’t have the money!”
A sound of a slap to the face
A big hand crushing bone,
Blood everywhere
Red streaks on white walls.
The sound of drunks walking gloomy streets,
Police and ambulance rush down burned out streets
Sirens wailing, crying out!

A child, six years old
Crying, “Momma! Momma!”
Shedding tears over his dying mother, lost her soul to the
Crack pipe.
Rest In Peace.
A sound of a .357 magnum revolver click
And a gunshot shakes the nerves of many,
And for a moment the sweet and peaceful silence.

“Dispatch, suicide on 46th street Hollywood Boulevard, Send the Corner. Over.”
Then the darkness sails over
And the entire cities are showered with tears from the heavens,
But no one weeps,
Not a single soul…

-10/2/13-


Details | Ballad | |

The sunyassin

As far as I know this is a true story about Alexandra the great...Peter



The Sannyasin.

Alexander said to Dandamis
"Old man you come with me
For I need me a sannyasin
To take across the seas.
Hey you be just a beggar man
I'll make you rich indeed
You'll live a life of luxury
With everything you need.

Dandamis standing naked there
With silence in his essence
He had no fear at all did he
In the mighty leaders presence.
He said "I'll give you nothing friend
And there's nothing that I need
So Alexandra drew his sword
Tried to make the beggar plead.

Dandamis laughed and said these words
With power in his voice
"You can put that sword right through my heart
My friend, that be your choice.
But I left this body long ago
I have no use for it
So pierce this heart my fine young friend
It won't harm me a bit.

Alexander he was beaten
By a fearless beggar man
Though he had won most of the world
Dandamis foiled his plans.
The beggar said "You say you're great
But that's not true at all
For any man that thinks he's great
He be merely a fool


Details | Epic | |

Introduction

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

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


Details | Lyric | |

Devil's road

Leaving behind the refined day
A silent night, bright moonlight, you're here to stay

Disposed from a curse, i give away, set free
Darkness in the horizon, i closed my eyes to see

Assembling the patterns of the shattered soul
Making a pledge with no control

All morals have been sold
A clear path showing the road
Dominated by the scent of black roses and seeds of gold
It's devil's road, you've been told.


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”


Details | Ballad | |

The joy of the pheasant shoot

The joy of the pheasant shoot.

Getting set for the big event
The good folk do their stuff
They beat the earth with sticks, do they?
With their little dogs so tough 
They flush those pheasants from the scrub
So all can have some fun
Killing them with smiling faces
As they fire beloved guns.

Then as the pheasants in a panic
They bolt into the sky
Our hero’s with their guns in hand
Make sure that hundreds die
As the air is filled with the cracking sounds
As birds fall all around
Just so these fools can get there jollies
These corpses cover ground.

I wonder sometimes if these hero’s
Have any souls at all
That they could get such satisfaction
Doing these acts so cruel
Sometimes it leaves me speechless
At the way folk get their pleasure
Killing beauty just for fun
Is an ugly kind of leisure.

10 September 2013 @ 1340hrs




Details | Free verse | |

The Hunter

You speak to me of Reason? 
this night of celebration
when there are many people about
laughing and stumbling
around the Bonfire.

no.
speak of Reason to them.
as for me, 
i wait in the Shadows.
there is much work to do.


Details | Ballade | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

GLUTTONY

Greed sways motionless
It plummets into the valley of worthless  
Is it immoral stealing 
It does obliterate opportunity
Selflessness is a river of unbreakable unity 
It jeopardizes our freedom,
A determination that makes you fearlessly overcome
It is destroying our hope
So now how can we cope
Corrupting all the goods, food, money,
Wealth doesn't come swiftly
So much evil never leads to a good act
Now there are so few haves
Leaving the world with have not
Ask yourself how did hell get so hot ?
That makes these things an addiction
It macerates beyond recognition
It chastise you even beyond death
So help someone less fortunate why there is still time left
Innovative an unbeatable peace; between man and the surplus environment
Cheerfully uniting you with your rudiments

Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practice wicked works with men that work iniquity: 
and let me not eat of their dainties. Punishment of. 
Psalms 141:4

Earth provides enough to satisfy every man's need, but not every man's greed.
Mahatma Gandhi 


Details | Lyric | |

Saddam

Saddam.


You have no place to run to 
Your game is over now
You have played an evil role indeed
But it’s over anyhow
They say your days are numbered
 And that judgment day is here
 What does it feel like, bold Saddam
To feel this ice cold fear? 

The world has deemed to get you 
Your disposal has been planned
As the fear of you it dissipates 
You have no more command
So many though have suffered 
And many too have died
And now the wheel keeps turning round
And death walks by your side

You’re just a man 
Oh cruel Saddam
You bleed and die just like the rest of us
And now Saddam 
Your soul is damned
It’s been strangled by that power for which you lust

For all that you have lusted for 
You threw away your Soul                                                                                          The Devil filled you deep within 
And you played an evil role.
Now the hordes are out to get you
And fear it dog’s your tread
Saddam, you’re damned you evil man
And soon you will be dead.


                                                 


Details | Narrative | |

Witches

I was walking down at Green-bank park
Rather frightened as it was dark
There I fell into this ditch
And came across the most gruesome witch
At first she scared me half to death
As she sat there to my left
Her nose more pointed than I had seen
Face covered with moles and eyes so green
Her jacket was torn her hair was a mess
And holes were ladders to the hem of her dress
Before I could catch my breath with time
She began to sing some words of rhyme

Rickety .. Rackety I am a friendly witch
Be my friend and I shall grant you a wish
Just don’t you listen to all they say
Look here us witches are happy and gay
Look here us witches are happy and gay.

Then she told me a story of a witches life
Condemned bad and gone was her right
Burnt at the stake long in the past
But no evil spell did she ever cast
Just helped the people of the wood
For it was not them that misunderstood
It be the greedy ones of her time
Then took the medicine and called it mine
Then took the medicine and called it mine

So the tale they tell of Halloween
Is far from the truth, from what I had seen
Just look little girl as you will see
I may be ugly but evil not me
The cats we kept took care of the mice
And the hats we wore kept our ears from ice
We cleaned our homes with shrub broom
As rosemary and lavender fragrance our room
As rosemary and lavender fragrance our room

Do tell do tell of our nurses today
Witches the same in their own kind of way
Potions and tonics from the herbs of old
Combine the mixture of modern parocetemol 
These wise and gentle ladies of our past
Only took upon one the doctors task
So little ‘O’ bright girl, now do tell me your view
Of withes and nurses do tell who’s who
Of witches and nurses do tell who’s who


Oh sweet lady for judging it is I whom feel the fool
But your memory is of evilness of that you were so cruel
In a sense, innocent I now know you to be
So I shall not run, I shall not turn and flee
The wish of that I ask, to be that of your friend
Now I truly understand this message that you send
No more shall I be afraid or listen to their say
Of all you witches now I know to be so happy and gay
Of all you witches now I know to be so happy and gay

Rickety….Rackety I’m just a friendly so said witch
I possess no magic to grant you a wish
I only cared and took the sick in hand
Using the remedies produced by our land
Using the remedies produced by our                                                                      
land……………………


Details | Rispetto | |

Beliefs

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



Written for


Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta 
Contest Name Rispetto 


Details | I do not know? | |

Forgotten

Forgotten , and the age have forgotten me ,
I'm all hope but desperation kills me 
No matter how much i live or when i die 
i'm the evil and the evil is me 
Long i walked in to that hallway of darkness 
thinking about my heart's sadness 
oh evil spirits poses my soul , 
and leave me darker 
More and More
Ahoy , my heart with black tears , 
stop crying , 
and start the dark art 
start the art of music 
start the symphony of dark night ...


Details | Free verse | |

Vengeance is Mine

Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord 
A statement I'm sure we've all heard at one time 
Also a very tough one to deal with 
Vengeance is not ours according to the Bible 
It's left to faith 
It's left to the belief that the horrific crimes of others will be dealt with 
I, myself have a hard time with it 
I have no choice but to follow it 
Even if I don't agree with it 
I would like to believe that evil will be dealt with 
Or is currently being dealt with on some spiritual level 
I would feel better If I knew the outcome of the vengeance 
If I could see the result 
See the "check" being paid as it were 
I am having trouble not seeing murderers get what is coming to them 
I can live without killing them
I can deal with them being locked up for life 
But I want something more than that...........................
Say..........
Hard labor?
Daily torture?
Public caning?
Castration?
All of the above?
Prison is no longer a viable deterrent for the horrific crimes that occur 
Every year we as a species seem to find new and more grisly ways to murder each other 
What will this year bring?
What will be this year’s most shocking death? 
And who will bring it?
The kids?
They seem to be the latest thing in absolute shocking carnage 
Or maybe this will be the year of the female 
They have been lacking in the body count of 2009 
Maybe this will be their year 
I wonder 
Do you even really care?
Thou shalt not kill 
It seems that statement has fallen upon deaf ears for quite a long time 
You know.............
If we as a people didn't have religion 
Evil wouldn't stand a chance 
The sense of right and wrong 
Would destroy the evil of man without a thought 
If you knew you could destroy an evil person and not pay religious consequences would you?
Of course you would 
As most of us would 
There is no remorse for doing good deeds 
And taking vengeance upon evil 
Is noble and just 
But the rules of religion say we must not 
The rules say we must rise above it 
And trust it will be dealt with 
Keeping the faith it will be done 
To try and hold this commitment 
Is in itself God like 
Which is why most of us fail 
And fail miserably 
We want vengeance 
We want their death 
We want them to feel our pain 
Our suffering 
Our loss 
Our sorrow 
Our anger 
Our hatred 
Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord 
And it is because of this statement 
That we have faith 


Eric (and sometimes not) 



Details | Lyric | |

Don't come on like a Guru

Don’t come on like a Guru
 
Don’t come on like a Guru
Like you know all of it
Don’t say, you know the answers
It will not help a bit
There might be some in foolishness
That want to follow you
Yet all In all, you be like us
You don’t know what be true.

You might have read a lot of books
But that don’t mean a thing
These words, my friend be borrowed
No wisdom do they bring
No book will make you holy
You have to seek it out
You have to understand yourself
To know what life’s about.
 
Guru’s, well there be so many of them
You might think you be filled with sacred gems
But in the end you’re lost
Just like the rest of us
The one who says he knows, you just can’t trust.

Don’t come on like a Guru
With your mind all filled with words
A lot of folk might listen
And then you will be heard
But in the end you’re fooling
Yourself and that be all
Don’t come on like a Guru
No, don’t you be a fool


Details | Free verse | |

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)

 
 

 
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Hoss, Hell Ain't Full Yet

Hoss, Hell Ain't Full Yet!


Dark deeds done in dead of night
Eventually, all come to the Light
Watch your step, hedge your bet
Careful, Hell ain't full yet!

Set your excuses completely aside
Evil takes you on a deadly ride
Think, grab all that you can get
Careful, Hell ain't full yet!

Badly mistreat an innocent child 
Think, such is nothing but mild
Hoss, that desert just ain't wet
Careful, Hell ain't full yet!

Force a woman to give when she won't
Think, you skate but Hoss, you don't
You'll face a judge you have not met
Careful , Hell ain't full yet!

Steal from others to satisfy greed
Destroy all around like a nasty weed
Think, you get by, your life all set
Careful, Hell ain't full yet!

You murder, take any innocent life
Spread misery, evil seeds of strife
Think, no damn time for any regret
Careful, Hell ain't full yet!

If you murder, steal, lie or rape
Think, a path exists for your escape
A fool's errand , a darkened mindset
Careful, Hell ain't full yet!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-18-2014

note: Inspired by a poem I read long ago 
authored by Frank L. Stanton ...
This my original reply to that great poet's
 message and poetry form .


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Here and There

Here and there 
I can see 
frauds at ease
Here and there
can observe
Honesty at seize

Here and there
I can notice 
Criticism
to the tops
Here and there
can discern
Innocents
with mops

Here and there 
I am aware of
Catastrophs
at praise
Here and There
I observe
Evils that raise

Here and there
Too you can see
Developing devils
Here and there
The world is aware
Of evil mills

It's that world 
somebody feels
of the same
status with evil deeds

But can do nothing
He can only stare
With feet as bare
On the sticks of fire

Know it
Feel it
Stop it


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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


Details | Classicism | |

Was Evil Created by God...?

Challenged with this university question,
One researched Truth's 'whole confession.'

How many, to such a question, might dare say yes;
If God created evil then He is evil, one might guess.

But, then, one student did profoundly asked:
"Tell me professor, does cold exist to last...?"

The professor replied, "Of course it exists."
What was this brassy student's logic, or gist?

Amazingly, the bold student retorted, "That's not true."
"With laws of physics, cold is the absence of heat (for you)."

All can succumb to a proven study, as energy will transmit.
Cold does not exist; the word only describes how we feel, to fit. 

The calm student continued, "Sir, does darkness exist?"
The confident professor retorted, "Of course it does."

The student replied, "Again, Sir, that's not right;
Darkness is actually the absence of the Light."

Newton 's prism is used to break light into colours of aura.
Wavelengths cannot measure an unilluminated area.

The light's ray can break a world of darkness, illuminating it.
Darkness is termed to describe the absence of light, present.

Finally the youth asked, "Sir, does evil exist?"
A bit unsure the man said, "Of course (not wanting to resist)."

At last the youth replied, "Evil does not exist Sir (neath God's rod)."
Evil does not exist 'unto itself,' it is simply the absence of God." 

"God did not create evil, He created beings with free-choice."
The youth was Albert Einstein; I am 'only relating his voice.'


Details | I do not know? | |

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?	


Details | I do not know? | |

"Instruction, Destruction"

“Instruction, Destruction”

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


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Refined Perfection

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


Details | Prose | |

Too Many Contradictions

I never understood people who claim that,
they “believe in God”, but not in his creations…
Angels, demons, spirits or that all animals have souls.

Why many who believe in the “Holy Spirit”,
deny the existence of “spirits” seen by others; the human soul, itself.

Why those who claim that they are “faithful”,
Still allow fear to rule every decision that they make.

Those who claim to be “Christian”,
But do the opposite of what “Christ”, taught…
“Christians” aren't supposed to lie, cheat, steal, abuse other people, 
animals or the Earth; start wars, build bigger weaponry to create more carnage.
Neither are Muslims.

Why people follow blindly, preachers, priests, politicians; (all fallible humans) words,
without using their own brains to seek the truth.
Or why we refer to this blind ignorance as, “Patriotism”.

Why those of science think that they know all that there is to know, 
yet if they did, our species would cease to grow, to progress in any direction.

Why scientists, whose job it is to research possibilities only choose to research probabilities…
”sure things” are NOT science.
Apparently, out-of-the-box thinking has left our universe!

Why government and pharmaceutical companies continue to pump toxins, 
pesticides and carcinogens into our food, water, air and medications while knowing 
they are the cause of many cancers and disease.  It’s mass genocide.

Why greedy corporate heads prefer making money over the health 
of their own loved ones;
their own children, grandchildren; even themselves.
The agony their greed causes will someday be their own.
Some call it, “Karmic Justice”.

Why we need to keep inventing bigger, more deadly weapons
with which to destroy each other.
Why we raise innocent children,
only to turn them into perfectly legal, military killers.

Why we brag about our freedom of choice, our freedom as individuals, 
to choose life over death, or visa-versa; yet, call it “patriotic” 
to send individuals to die in a senseless and unnecessary war.

Why anyone can sue or prosecute those who support their own “right to die”,
It’s your birth right; it’s inevitable, anyway.

Why God doesn't just slam our whole planet
into a giant brick wall;
as if it were a sculpture gone wrong, and start over.
Or
Why the human species chooses to be more destructive and deadly 
than any other living creature on the planet.

Why my species insists on being God’s only mistake!


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Misery Laid Upon Softly Kindled Pine

Misery Laid Upon Soft Kindled Pine

The great Judge marks this hour at noon
 bright was this day in month of June
A kinship richly felt with wooded glen
 saddened by the evil in hearts of men

A fierce battle for land was fought
 death reigned supreme all for naught
Blood splashed upon the limbs and leaves
 sorrow grips as each family grieves

Dead feel not the heat of burning Sun
 no real glory felt by those that won 
Misery laid upon softly kindled pine
 vultures fly waiting to come to dine 

The carnage shook the stars on high
 time not given from sweet good-byes
An unwelcome breeze stings this land
 all for naught, but evil in death's hand

The great Judge marks this day of pain
 as tears fall ,victims lay in dashing rain
A new day awaits the glory of hope sent
 forgiveness for the wasted lives spent

June birds now flitter, renewing song
 lives so saddened move right on along
Human spirit always racing to survive
 rarely embracing joy of just being alive

Returning Sun shines upon life and all
 man's fate is to live then greatly fall
Other journeys await in mystical realms
 so many great ships, captains and helms

R.J. Lindley
09, 15, 1977

note: I have little memory of why I wrote this one
 back then. Perhaps a book I read, movie I watched 
or blues that wrapped me so often during that time.


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King of hell in the midst of gods plan

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

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

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

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


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Where one finds good, evil always preys!

From the very conception
We were born of good and evil -
Born from coitus pure and carnal,
But born angelic from inception - 
Or were we just morally neutral?

Just as children learn of good,
So do they learn of sinful ways.
Where one finds good, evil always preys -
"It is the ying yang of livelihood", 
To quote Jenny Palu's phrase.

Its the path of least resistance
That so oft lures the children near, 
And into sin which they'll revere.
Morals can be such a hinderance!
And good's path can be so austere! 

Evil is the way of the beast - 
And while man is certainly a mammal,
He shouldn't act like an animal!
And if he does, let him be fleeced,
and Remembered as infernal!

An animal must kill to live,
And acts carnal instinctually.
But this differs from man's folly -
Survival is an animal's motive,
But man murders demonically!

Consider that many murderous men
Used violence to right a wrong,
And often they are praised in song,
At least by there own countrymen!
Who share their sense of right and wrong.

But while a murderous Saint
Is beloved in one nation,
Others don't share his sense of salvation!
No, they feel the so-called Saint's taint
In his godly devastation


Details | Ode | |

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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If I Could Change the World

If I Could Change the World

If I could,
I’d wave a magic wand and change the world,
Imprison Satan for a thousand years.
I’d mend the evil hurts maligning man.
Give smiles and work together hand in hand.
All would serve one another…no demands.
And live upon the earth without life’s fears.
Then, walk with God and listen to His years.

But, alas,
There is no magic wand for me to wave.
And Satan has grown strong for many days.
His evil schemes connive and sneak inside.
Until God’s righteous ways aren’t recognized.
For now, I’ll seek God’s goodness every day.
And try to help all fellows on life’s way.
Then, pray at night, “God, help me do Thy will.”

Until Eternity,
I’ll listen, to the holy words I read.
Use caution with my words; and do good deeds.
When asked, I’ll help another if I can.
And share a goodly smile throughout the lands.
No matter if the help is big or small.
I’ll pray to God and give each task my all.
And end the day with peace for serving God.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 21, 2010
Poetic form: Rhyme


Details | ABC | |

SO HARD TO FACE

It surrounds everyone at least twentyfour- seven. 
Some even say that it's the key to the gates of Heaven. 
Most acknowledge it with anger or fear. 
While others claim that they don't want to hear. 
People have said that this can set you free. 
It's also been known as something that you don't want to see. 

It has been denied as a means to conceal, 
What's really happening or how you really feel. 
It comes in many colors,all shapes, and sizes. 
It's given as meaningful gifts or as evil surprises. 
This is something that everyone, at least once, has tried to hide. 
Whether to conceal guilt or to gain strength for their side. 

No matter if business or personal, everyone needs to know. 
Without it, you can't be sure, in which way do you go. 
It has been taken to court and has been hidden in the facts. 
It's been altered severely to cover evil or malicious acts. 
Most people can't take it, no matter what the case. 
While others don't understand why the truth is;"SO HARD TO FACE".


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Hypothesis Of Fear

A theory of trepidation;
Anxiety is the conclusion.
Terrorism is a new form of intimidation.
Only God's hedge can protect this nation.
But we have to stop our evil ways.
Come together in unity and pray.
See we live in a oppress state of mind.
We need to be liberated and not waste valuable time.
So many extremist are fundamental activist.
I bet you can make a 100 things to do list.
Our priorities are really different and mixed.
If you ask around how many people are sick.
As we deviate from our transgressions;
We will see as a nation that we're blocking God's blessings.
Remember, "no weapon thrown against us shall prosper." 
So evil may try another devilish caper.
But our Lord Jesus is greater.
"Whom shall I fear?"


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Intellectual Reasoning

Violence only begets violence, peace begets uncertainty and change. Humans fear change, its instinctive and in our genes. Evil we are in one form or another. So like psychopaths void of emotion, we would rather see the world burn , each other die then save one another. Along this short road we walk evil has always existed and accompanied us, but can we say the same for humanity how long can we accompany evil.


Details | ABC | |

forget you not (back side)

can i slip you a note and slip out of these clothes better yet i`ll just change 
clothes. change clothes change me with a pocket of change and a pocket of 
dust, beware the dust my friend`s the sand man. hey you could you pass this on 
to myfriend, oops she touched it i think she passed right out, quick pass me a jar 
in this i`ll keep my friend if not she`ll pass outta my world and outta my hands. no 
longer in my world she`s outta my hands, so now i stand up to be seen or fall to 
stand down. i`m going down when it`s all over so i`m going to stand tall now and 
slip into a world of a god greater than i. here i am love you can take my hand or 
stay in the one you are in, but here`s a small tale believe it or not either hand you 
choose are both hand in hand there is a new contender on the field in the battle 
of good and evil take my hand and we`ll ignore them both. good and evil angelic 
spies tell on me, they`ll give me a break but i won`t clam down. i`m on the path of 
destruction and thats not a tall tale, if i asked you to choose would you hop on or 
bail. it`s real LOVE no matter the choice you choose because we all have a fear 
of dyin too soon.

"Just a thought"


Details | I do not know? | |

Tranquility

I have no extra weight, relaxed is a friend of

Mine. 

Tranquility comes from a friend, who is very

Kind. 

Sometime I meet my new friend, evil as can

Be. 

I embrace my new friend, with love for all to

See. 

Relaxed again, tranquility becomes a friend of my

Mind














Tranquility

(Written by Samuel J. Casey)







I have no extra weight, relaxed is a friend of

Mine. 

Tranquility comes from a friend, who is very

Kind. 

Sometime I meet my new friend, evil as can

Be. 

I embrace my new friend, with love for all to

See. 

Relaxed again, tranquility becomes a friend of my

Mind




by Samiam1o1

Author's Comments:
"I hope you enjoy" 


Details | I do not know? | |

Evil's Hold

                               What makes a good soul go bad?
                           To leave behind everything they had.
                            To turn their backs on the good life.
                            To make a sane man go totally mad.

                              Some say they just lose sight.
                              Of what's wrong or what's right.
                                Their lust for money and power.
                                  Drives them to kill and fight.

                         The root of all evil goes beyound fame or power.
                                It's a twisted desire that grows ever hour.
                          There is no remorse, no concern, no shame.
                                     Evil is just a good soul gone sour.

                        I've seen it take it's tow in this bloody game.
                           Evil lurks in all of us, we all are to blame.
                          Evil is a fire that only we can bring to flame.
                       So put out that fire until none will remain.


Details | Kyrielle | |

CONSEQUENCES

Dismissing evil and good
Upright and smiling he stood;
Materialistically modern in mood
Filled full with rationalist food;
Denying inherent sin
Liberally enlighten within.

Dismissing evil and good
Puffed-up self approving he stood
Pursuing illusory appeal
With academic assumptions so unreal;
Denying inherent sin
So liberally enlightened within.

Dismissing evil and good
All-seeing,all-knowing he stood;
An idealistic ego
Coupled his elitist credo
Denying  inherent sin
Liberally enlightened within.

Until a September morn
When his teachings lay shattered
Tattered,torn and forlorn;
One fell blow sacrificed his sacred cow
Leaving him,his philosophy
Just nowhere to go.

(Written Sept 2001 )


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Far Beyond Deception

These candles wont stay lit for long pretty soon the world wont be so strong, do 
you hear my hate for you can you see my evil intentions shine through is this the 
torment that i expect from you to lay a shotgun in front of me as testament to your 
disdain for me. You want to see me die in vain clip my wings so i cant discover 
how to fly you think that hurts me enough to cry it only makes revenge more 
sweeter. Break me if you want my demon beside me will never walk cover me in 
what use to be the death of man i promise on the thirty first day i will arise new 
with a gift for you. Deceive me for years your will was thrown to me now you have 
created the monster that stands before you suffering i adore you i lay down at 
your feet as god you give me strength. I am not alone chaos in your name 
insanity is our game hold me in your evil arms kiss me with your filthy lips horned 
angel they tried to kill us but they will pay, they will all fear my rage the age of pain 
is near raise up and wash off this caring veneer.

Cole Hodson (c)


Details | I do not know? | |

Easter 07

Mankind chooses its own pathway.
When God created mankind, God gave mankind choice.
The freedom to choose between good and evil.
That is why God does not intervene to stop such evil,
For it is mankind's choice.

But fear not, for one day this evil mankind creates will one day be overturned.
God gave mankind the freedom of choice in the hope that we might choose what 
is good in our hearts.
That we may choose is divine principles and one day reside in his kingdom.

The secrets of the church are being unturned.
The truth of the Scriptures surfaces.
The authority and power of the church is being questioned.
The end is nigh.
God is inside us, we must turn to him.

The evil of the world upsets the harmonious balance of the earth.
Disasters shall strike ten-fold,
As the revelations are told.

The end is nigh,
But do not cry,
For Jesus has saved us!


Details | Rhyme | |

News


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

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

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



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2004-2008


December,10,2008