King Vlad Redux – Second Cold War
Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin’s grimy fingerprints on current history
are for him nothing to gloat about—au contraire I say emphatically:
His actions bespeak one who’s not an architect for peace—not at all,
rather a quite deceitful dictator and a harbinger of a Second Cold War.
King Vlad’s old Soviet-style actions are clear for all who care to see,
and make no mistake about it—he’s without remorse and a soul to boot.
A Master of Malarkey and an International Bamboozler Supreme, he
certainly is, with a menacing image and not one iota of conscience.
King Vlad risks a Second Cold War with his violation of international
law concerning the blatant, illegal annexation of the Crimean peninsula.
With his brand of new style Soviet adventurism on the march, the Old
Soviet Bear has been resurrected anew—and it’s hot on the prowl again!
King Vlad’s new spirit of nationalism for Russia is not at all progressive
as evidenced by his current war on certain ethnic minorities: Jews, Tartars,
Armenians, Gypsies—to include anyone who chooses to resist and protest
against his new age fanaticism rebranded anew in the twenty-first century.
King Vlad’s lineage to and proclivity for the old Soviet Union and its star
cast of past gangster luminaries: Lenin, Stalin, Beria, Molotov, Brezhnev,
and Andropov—to name a few, are quite telling since they reflect the real
nature of his psyche and the tragedy he brings now to the world stage.
And lest we forget, the innocent souls of the murdered passengers from flight
MH17 in eastern Ukraine who cry out, as do their families, for justice from
the criminal thuggery and hooliganism perpetrated by King Vlad in support
of proxy groups that do his evil biddings soaked in lies, treachery, and deceit.
King Vlad takes pleasure in fulfilling a fanciful role today of the old Soviet
Bolshoi Nachalnik (Big Boss), whose historical antecedents from Soviet Big
Bosses of past fame, doesn’t augur well for future democracy in New Russia,
and doesn’t align with the precepts of good governance and human rights.
King Vlad’s treachery and deception are certainly open for everyone to see
as he executes his plan of disrupting the balance of the current world order.
We all should be forewarned of the clouds of tyranny and aggression that
could be unleashed one day on the European continent and the world today.
King Vlad, despite very strong objections and economic sanctions imposed
by Western leaders and diplomats, understands only one word rendered so
poignantly in the German language: die Macht (or Power), which lurks ever
behind his public mask and psychological makeup as a former KGB officer.
King Vlad’s actions reflect his virtues of lying, denying, accusing, rejecting,
and criticizing—all poison arrows in his quiver as a Master of Prevarication.
His real mask is that of a Monster who had the very best Soviet teachers and
wishes to tilt the axis of his New Russia on a collision course with the West.
And so Generalissimo Stalin . . . how do you like your nasty little boy now???
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 30, 2014)
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014
This evening I listen to a Rock 'n' Roll band
Their track is Civil War, as our world now expands
To us it's the same size but to others they despise
For the want of greed exists in their killer hungry eyes
Where do I start, to say of their evil spread
A different starvation leaving the world in evil dread
It's not our today's but our yesterdays years
That our history tells us, of our everlasting torn tears
Cambodia, the Lebannon, and Sri Lanka's Indian sun
Rebels who demand better at the end of a gun
Guaetamala and Peru with their Shining Path
Villagers in terror decrying it's ever last
Democracy is our power in it's controllable exist
Like the Shining above, how long will our future paths persist
Recent news in the Arabic World, has taken tyrants by surprise
For decades they have stolen with their torturing infidel lies
I could go deeper and deeper to describe these evils acts
In wanton blood spillage, to increase civil war torn facts
For this is the world we live in, it appears we determine to live
Maybe in our lifetime it will be on our doorstep, we open, our lives will sieve
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011
I sit on my chair and travel the world
I turn off my TV
Copyright © RUDOLPH RINALDI | Year Posted 2015
Analysis read—and wronged—and pulled
Lulled into our idealistic mess
Words no longer ours but hung distress
Farced in carnality—they are ruled
Soundness remains what we will believe
And all else is but tethered nonsense
Clinched tightly in unfriendly absence
Overcome in overwrought relief
The judges judge on behalf of tongue
When ears and eyes close achingly tight
And perhaps in woe we find them right
For witches sought and bound must be hung!
Lower than the softened dirt that cures
Where worms in halves blindly come to eat
The higher crush with tormented feat
And the suns scorch what is left of hers
Answers never tried—and cured to hide
They look to superior sources
The rotten are the strongest forces
Ripened and toughened with bequeathed pride
Contest: Metrical verse
Sponsor: Giorgio Veneto
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013
In summertime, the ivy climbs,
and hides the castle wall.
The king dreams of late,
that the sea is so great,
and yet - his boat is so small.
As swift as a fox and
dark as a raven on wing,
seven hundred soldiers march
into the valley of the king.
Long overdue, a battle ensues
flanking the powers that be.
Children cry, and good men die,
the monarch is now on his knee…
Soon the horsemen alone
try to maintain the throne.
But the long way around
is the shortest way home.
The evening is filled
with chaos and smoke,
and the kingdom is
stunned by it all…
Soon the sun will go down,
and in spite of his crown,
the king will undoubtedly fall…
His rival’s strength
by a king overtaken,
his life is now but a pawn.
His authority lifted,
the power has shifted –
an era of glory is gone…
Copyright © Cole Banner | Year Posted 2013
Which way leads to the
land of green white
Which way are we
A country the wicked
bears the rulership, and
the people sighing
A terrible thing sprouts
beneath the sun: a
Imps come to lime-light
by snuffing air from the
goose that laid the
The blind guiding the un
The weak suppressing
the strong-a terrible
Like the overthrow of the
gods at Mt. Olympus by
A country where also
thieves appear as men of
Land of green white
A land where the
enlightened ones are
peanuts given to them.
The masses are dogs that
eat the crumbs.
Which way to go you
Iliterates stand on
podium of power
bellowing orders as milk
of sorrow known as
dividends of democracy
is passed around.
The machine of progress
manned by the
"There is better
tomorrow" we hear.
Land of green white
where rule of law walk
The proles are sentenced
to adversity,and there
endured death-like trials.
Chai! Aru! People
dancing on thorns
whimpering as they
I see a new sun rising
from the horizon,hope is
rekindled as its rays
grace on hopeless bodies.
Look!! there soon be
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013
The eye,a sign the
unwise can't comprehend
Forged from the world's
illumination in darkened
enlightened ones like
Leonardo da Vinci,Isaac
The eye is a tree
with many branches like
Priory of Scion,Knight
in all corners of earth.
The world is clothed
through wisdom from
The eye,all seeing
emblem of power and
riches to the lion hearted
and loyal souls.
A seat of influence and
Creating the social order
through men of power....
Some see it as a
curse,others a blessing.
I feel it,the great eye is
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013
Through the fog and filthy air—
Which hurts my eyes just to see,
I come with something to declare…
I bring no one but myself; still, beware!
Beware of what may come after me
Through the fog and filthy air.
I come with bad news laid bare,
I come with lost souls—mad and hungry;
I come with something to declare:
Build high the wall, let them flare;
Lest all of them break in, running free!
Through the fog and filthy air.
Believe me what awaits out there:
They are not what they used to be,
I come with something to declare.
And, oh, I see them rushing from there—
Legion of hell which no one can compare!
Through the fog and filthy air
I come with something to declare!
Copyright © Adam Adhistian | Year Posted 2013
In every war
propaganda has spread
many lies and fabrication
to rally support and justify war
to a misguided nation
Feeding fear hate and patriotic pride
for lawful genocide.
Power self interest and greed
motivate those in the shadows
to sell their souls
and squabble like fat pigs
from the overflowing troth of profits
from which they feed.
The real enemy is not
The man women or child
on the street
through the powers that be
that lurk in the shadows
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2014
Copyright © 2013
Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?
One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein
What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?
Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying
Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?
Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead
But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had
A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law
Copyright © Les Pruitt | Year Posted 2013
Political Correctness Brings Weakness!
In our country’s pursuit of “political correctness…”
We’re not in a position of strength… But weakness!
It’s like you can’t hardly say anything anymore…
And you find yourself outside the courtroom’s door!
We may think we’re strong… But we’re weakened!
You may ask; “how could all of this happen???”
We’ve attempted to replace God with a “new morality.”
This has brought a new generation of “moral depravity.”
We bend our laws to what is called; “constitutional.”
And forget about what is truth! And what is biblical!
Even the ten commandments are often ridiculed and scorned.
As a great rise of ungodly living has been formed!
A tide of sexual perversion is what has taken place!
Bringing into my homes, much heartache and disgrace!
God’s truth is often “thrown out,” and avoided!
While a “new kind of living” has often been decided!
We need YOU Jesus! Now! More than ever before!
Our sins, on the old rugged cross, is what he bore!
Jesus is the answer to our problems! He is the solution!
His blood can take away all of the sinful pollution!
Please dear lord, touch and convict us with your power!
Please heal this nation! We need YOU this hour!
By Jim Pemberton 09/30/13
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013
Is It God We Trust? Or Leave In the Dust?
As our courts remove God from this great nation.
We are left with a confused and lost generation!
As God is taken away from our public schools.
A huge tide of immorality is what “rules.”
The Bible is often mocked and discarded.
It was on it’s principles this country was started!
Just about anything of God seems to get scorned.
So many “rush” to worship many ungodly forms.
As God’s name is often tossed and thrown out.
We tend to forget what HE is all about!
Too often, his plans for living are tossed and abused.
No wonder, there’s many who are lost and confused!
As people forget God and worship the fallen creature.
They look to themselves and “glorify” their features.
Many ignore God, and get involved in deep addictions.
And with this, come disease,
heartache and afflictions!
As God looks and sees this nation “bleeding.”
It’s his righteousness, that we need to be seeking!
If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer!
He loves all of us! And he really does care!
Won’t you come to HIM, And invite him in?
Won’t you allow him to be your master and friend?
He brings strength and nourishment to the soul!
It’s only in him that we can be made whole!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013
As sin and perversion often
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
Love, honor, and respect of God…
Is often a “thing of the past.”
Anything of God seems to be
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
King Vlad the Greatest
Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin
Master of Malarkey
Mask of a Monster
Hooliganism to boot.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
August 20, 2015 (Double Dactyl)
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015
it is said; that for evil to florish
all it takes is for good men to do nothing.
what was it like for Wilson to watch
Poland and France get marched on
and dominated by an evil force
it must be the same for
China, Russia and the United States.
God has a hit out on these kings
and not one of those countries
combined with the other two can stop it
but my question is; Why is'nt my country
Copyright © john loving iii | Year Posted 2012
STRONG IS YOUR HEART
Deadly is your effrontery
That stands side by side with ground;
Like lion roaring upon its prey
So you wear the toga of a beast
And on megaphone you teach :
Robbers are not defficient in gut.
You scared me,
You indeed scared me Barabbas;
With a finger you kill shame
With nine you pamper vice;
Tell me,what do you do
When you walk on the streets
And flies troop after your path?
I say what do you do
When dogs bark at what is beneath your gown?
When the whistle is blown and all eyes stare at you,
How do you cope Barabbas?
Strong is your heart;
Like an ant you murder conscience
And nation you murder like a fly;
The gulf you inflict on both cries
And the salt from its tears
Is the spice in your soup Barabbas
Copyright © KAYOD5 Kayode | Year Posted 2013
When chaos brings civilization to its knees
From world wide pandemic critical disease
Or when a tsunami consumes everything beyond the shores
Swallowing the landscape and changing life as we know
Earthquakes shake the very foundation of this world
Or an astroid penetrates the cradle of birth
Bring us back to the primitive unleashing the truth
From the umbilical chord we are more ferocious than rabid wolves
And we will kill fellow man just to survive
Or just for the desire of taking ones life
What is compassion but a dead corpse on the road
Adrenalized by fear no time for sorrows
No need to worry about a world war zombie apocalypse
We're already flesh eating monsters wearing dead skin
Most people panic when they lose internet or their lights
Autonomy is just a word most people can no longer define
And your money isnt worth *****so forget trying to buy
Your way out of cleansing while you run out of time
So learn to die well and hold your loved ones real tight
As you pray that your death will let you ascend to new heights
Beans, bullets, and bandaids are all that I'll need
To keep population zero from taking over me
**** being hopeful could we really be so naive
To think that in these days we could some how find peace
When our mother earth gets restless and releases all of her worst
The only thing more destructive is our human nature
Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013
World Bleeders (#777 words)
If you claim to be sane
in this crazy whirled we live
I pity the world in your domain
in that you forget to forgive
I think your normal is abnormal
You must be one of the takers
not the One's that give
Maybe you're one of the fakers
that live comfortably in a lie
Maybe you're one of the shakers
not afraid to roll another die
Maybe you think you're one of the makers
without having to try
You have others do as you will
You love to make them cry
You've assigned yourself to the breakers
the bankers and self-appointed high
for annihilation in the illuminated fire
Resurrected in a body for hire
A true holocaust
The Soul is outsourced
to the Archontic principal
and the psychopathic Bull
Mad as a hatter
Too much Mercury in your brain
has broken through the membrane
You burnt the messenger
that had a swift cure for your pain
You're historically insane
You designed your new casket
to survive after the pyre
It fits your godlike desire
to outlive the last creator
of heaven and hell
The Great dictator
behind the face you dwell
It's all in your head
that's lost in space
You're the naked king not the ruler
of the awakened human race
Your master is weakening
Your plans are known
Your days are numbered
on this Earthly throne
Your wars will not win
Your battles will be lost
Humanity has suffered too long
along the lines that you have crossed
You fail to wholly understand
Your left brain receives
and makes the demands
to Be-keeper of the Rite
that assumes command
Darkness over light
You want the hive in your hand
to extract all the honey
Only you can transfer
the raw gold into money
and set a price beyond the reach
of the deepest wells
You seal your darkened spells
in sacrificial red blood and wax
From the micro to the macro
you set the rate of in-come tax
upon every single unit of measure
You claim each traded name
as your personal treasure
to buy or sell as you proclaim
and shifting shame
to fool and blame
the one that's lost in time
Forever leaning back and fore
Not balanced along the wavy line
alike spiral chakras resonating a sine
from root to tip along the spine
but not connected to Earth or skies
Beyond worship of the witness Moon
Saturn plays your tune
The old man of time
will come for you soon
just as You have willed
Fashioned from the blood you spilled
on sacred ground
The buried bodies will be found
You will get what you deserve
in the final round
Beyond the courts of Law
are accountants keeping score
You could have been part of the whole
You chose to be the whore
You could have given back what you stole
but wanted to prophet from the score
Painted a Red Star above your door
Each choice that you make
or exaggerates the mistake
Turning water into ice
for you to rule a frozen paradise
and rape the feminized Son
through the Djinn in your genes
You host the obscene
Still burning your skin in the Light
You hide behind sun screens
The most affected are the unclean
primitive reptilian-brained Being
Hidden at the top of the unseen
Much more has been hidden
than declared or found
Buried so deep underground
it traps the sight and sound
The rumors fly around
like sprayed-on mud
across the whole scene
They say the copper in their blood
makes it blue/green
Part psychic machine
Someone's terror nightmare
is someone else's dream
intensify the silent scream
that so few people hear
Is someone other than Me
reside unseen in here
Is there anybody out there
Slip and slide induced fear
Manufactured and produced
to make the precious juice
that powers the parasitic rider
Who takes the spark from him and her
through unguarded portals
the siphon is Set
The Python of Horus
when the Hawk's eyes meet
and amplify the chorus
with an electro-magnetic reaction
that powers the craft
created from forced intention
beyond your mind
through an angled shaft
Home of the Dog-gods
and the worshipped Cat
before the destruction of Tiamat
engendered the demise
from flaming objects
in blood red skies
All innocence dies
Only the Soulless vampire survives
on the victims last breath
Only the anti-creator thrives
on imaginations final death.
Copyright © David Moule | Year Posted 2014
SECRETS IN THE KEEP
Secrets, secrets ------ secrets in the Keep; maidens call them without which they
shall meet, of the baron and his bride a solemn meet, sordid secrets,
secrets in the Keep
A wizard's spell, a call of bell and peal, chimes and trumpets
the courtyard round, princess-pretty prince and horseback riding; jumping
brushes and endless jumps, then at last confiding ------
the wizard's wicked coniving
Brick and mortar and stone thrice born, eaves of swollen vine above the tower
corner, sneaking windows and fingered leafy-ropes reaching out; climbing
wooden portals to keep the monarch without ------ the palace walls, the royal
halls and pallisade stalls, rolling hills in distances afar
Trapped, amidst leering buzzards abound, feeding to feed on king and queen,
eyes from walls, eyes in the deep ----- dark earth of smitten Keep, Shadow
wakened... wakened from sleep
The heart of many sorrow down, unwakened from sleep; rise they may, rise they
shall, one by one as they do not slay... never so soon must they stay the hearts
of men fast, lucid mind and with heavy task ----- stay the peace, o be it so to
Naught is written on but a few of every brow, stay the peace? asks the haggled
plea of many soul, wrought to bitter end, unsheathed to war and revolution,
their solace but a solution for kings this night; one rose above the dreary
doom lit light, sheathed aplenty in golden hue, and addressing himself he
gave a sting and hello, for he spoke truth to every soul
Yet the heart be that it may, overwhelmed and possessed to pillage and slay,
to teach them and baron ----- the villains from the east, a lesson this day,
the king rose up and spoke, calmly and hoped ----- it be not they to decide
the fate of kings; offering peace in place of baneful hope
Though always, secrets, secrets ----- secrets in the keep...
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014
Dot-matrix monotony beasts,
Bring endless agonies and fake archetypes,
To drown the silent scream of nothing inside.
I know now why you turn up the noise.
Hide your ears, as they pound on the drum of sadism.
Because I howl the song of terror.
And now we both become batteries.
You the positive, I the negative,
Existing purely to give power to the another.
Their box of lights bleeds our minds.
With a thousand meaningless babbles,
Like over-zealous wasps.
Senselessly knotting round and around.
Constricting mind, body and soul.
Under this monochrome sky,
In this thick, wet, air,
They are almost tangible.
Tasted, smelt, but never heard
Cartoon wraiths flitting at the periphery.
Not waiting, not feeling.
Blind mechanical bats.
Without voice or form.
They feed my failings,
Fattening me for the feast.
But they hold no malice,
Just a circuit with terror as it’s current.
They no more hate my soul,
Than the fox hates the rabbit.
Fearing these surrogate pulses,
I pull a blackened hide over my shoulders,
And with snakes for eyes, I pull on chainmail gloves.
The metal cuts my skin, the rotting hide constricts
My last breath bears a spirit,
Which eats the sky like a rusty knife.
Copyright © Danny Stockton | Year Posted 2015
Do We Have A Godless Socieity???
As our courts strive for “constitutionality…”
Our country’s almost on the brink of “insanity.”
It’s like there’s a darkness that grows each day.
As many of our courts seek to push God away!
In many efforts to remove anything that “offends.”
We’ve driven a nail into God’s heart… Once again!
Without HIS commandments, where does this leave us?
It leaves a very unstable foundation beneath us!
As time goes on, many Americans become afraid…
Anything of God, is often challenged to be displayed!
We don’t need religion, but to have a divine relationship.
We need to read God’s word, and to enjoy HIS fellowship!
I’ll take Jesus! You can have your religious theology!
While this world is filled with so much adultery!
Only the power of Jesus can bring wellness to the mind!
His word is like God’s constitution for all mankind!
I’m not looking for some old document signed by men!
I’m looking for the opportunity to be BORN AGAIN!
Because of Jesus, there’s no man and God separation!
He’s offered to all, his free gift of eternal salvation!
Behold! The son of God who is the king of kings!
He is our righteousness! He is God!
His kingdom is glorious! And is not ruled by men!
We need him brought back to this country, once again!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013
The Crusades Began a Holy War
Which Continues to this Day.
We Kill, and Kill, and Now it Seems,
This shall Always be the Way.
One Side Scores, the Others Die,
Then the Cycle is Repeated.
It never Stops, It’s never Done;
The Battles Grow More Heated!
The Way to Peace, it Seems so Clear,
Is not Through Senseless Slaughter.
I Appeal to All, “Please Quit the Fight!”
Save our Sons and Daughters!
To Find Our Way out of the Dark,
We Need only Seek the Light.
A Solution Lies within our Grasp:
Forget who’s Wrong or Right!
This God or that, it Makes no Matter.
This Truth I have Acquired:
Be they Different, or the Same,
The Gods would Preach Cease Fire!
Copyright © Steven Gadberry | Year Posted 2010
Villages crushed, by shiny rocks,
Demolished while, the profits shot,
Sapper gets nought, from shards in sand,
His life and yours, in wicked hands [
Twist in it’s dance,
You are entranced
Until the last.
The king’s cup flows, over with blood,
You know you think, money is love,
Giving nothing, they steal your trust,
Binding you with, aesthetic lust.
You can’t break the, hardest substance,
Your body twists, in diamond dance,
Would you save a, million lives,
Or get lost in, it’s twinkling eye?
Puppets in the diamond dance,
Mankind lost in, the wicked trance,
If you mistake, waste for romance,
You won’t have an-ything that lasts.
Purest glass light, that grows in earth,
Heaven from soil, the land gave birth,
But it won’t feed, humanity
Your mindless greed, their agony
Copyright © Danny Stockton | Year Posted 2015
A gift of survival bag with goods and food
Thanks to the God you offered to my hand
In the competitive queue I came forward
I was registered, when the name is called
Nobody knows but somebody knows
That all are poor and world in refugees
Mixed colors and different tongues are noised
While all are paying attention to each of names
Men women indifferent and some with kids
Hope of interests is something hidden smiles
Trying to overtake before the time comes
But the frame of church flexible rule shows
With my bag and my friend I came out
He reminded me that I did not find out
Variety of food we carefully sorted out
Expiry dates elapsed and I was going out
In a day or two, if I will not finish
Nothing will happen I know its truth
I ate for the day as much as fresh
Thank to the God that it is the truth
While ships of foods are being destroyed into the sea
Uncountable lives suffer and die no meal for a day
No one knows one side of the world of sea
Sinking soul of humanity dwindles every day
What the God can do, the God does as much as
Changes the time and diverts the way he wishes
Until the products are passed away in markets
It’s out of the rule and ethics no power for Gods
I felt a self pity when my belly was full out
Thank to the god of justice shows out
Nausea for one is a hunger for the other
Balance of bridge is the survival of mother
Udaya R. Tennakoon
Copyright © Udaya R. Tennakoon | Year Posted 2013
As I look out the window I am afraid of what I SEE,
the actions of this world now frighten me...
blame is flying faster than the bullets that were shot,
EVERYONE is affected by the guns that were bought...
Is it the gun or the gunman who should stand in the trial;
who really cares, in the end everyone is defiled....
I worry for my children as they walk themsevle's to school,
love your neighbor as yourself, that USED to be the golden rule...
I am reminded BY my faith that God has got my back,
I wish that the villians felt this way before they decided to react....
now when you walk into a store people are judged by how the look,
its absurd to think that this is real, until you remember the lives that were took...
so I stand at home and look beyond the EVIL that I see,
and I wonder when this crazy world will be affecting me
Copyright © Christina Lovejoy | Year Posted 2015
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.
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!
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
Crocodiles long tailed,Sail,miles in the long Nile,
All lives in danger when crocs dive,
The long mouth opens and shuts like the London bridge,
Shedding false tears from the true eyes,
Men are safe from crocs but unsafe in the hands of crooks,
Crooks are like crocs,
Taking prey lives,
Mostly thieving belongings like longing crocs,
Crocs going flat,
Crooks walking straight,
Crocs taking marred flesh,
Crooks taking fresh,
Crocs in big bellies,
Crooks not varies,
Crocs hearts cool and wet,
Crooks dried and hot,
Bullets to crocs,
Ballots to crooks!
Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2014
A king is also a man with single mind,
People in the kingdom with many minds,
The pool of minds of people,stronger than the king's sometimes,
"Your strength to compensate my weaknesses,
Your wisdom to help to minimize my mistakes",
To the hearts of his people President Jimmy Carter once spoke,
Kings have wiser,advisors,
People are the supervisors,
If the king ignores the verses of both,
The king is walking along the disastrous path!
Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2015
Snakes came upon the garden bhour
waiting for the family for an hour
a long journey was faced
a curse shall be place
upon the house in the desolate side of town
its getting closer to sun down
darkness was all around
blood started pouring from the snakes' eyes
until one dies
the house became a torcher chamber
there was demons and ghosts surrounding the house
as if someone was a mouse
it was odd that it was the Sabbath
the demons murdered all the family in the house
a note from hell was placed upon the door
written in blood from a hore
the letter unleashed goblins and ghouls
and other horrors that no mortal has ever seen before
they started killing each other and drinking their blood
darkness crowds the old shed
an evil witch formed in the shed cursing the ghost out
then a tornado came and sucked the evil out
and now the town is in peace again
Or is it...
Songs from hell started playing from the sky
a thunderstorm began to emerge
was this the end
or something far worse
could it be that the devil himself was taking over our planet
the sea started to rise
serial killers roam free, terrorist bomb the U.S., and pollution
death oh glorious death is all over our little earth
aliens come from above
killing people and ripping their hearts out
and for what?
So that the government can make money?
Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2015
The pressure drops and the clouds spin round
The angels make their music
The sunshine stops, rain hits the ground
Tesla knew they'd do it
The skies bring more than a downpour
Our emotions begin to alter
The grey mass blots out the light
And bring terror if you've faltered
Forbidden beliefs are cast to the sea
Invisible from the shoreline
The heavy weather knows us better
A stronger swimmers alright
Above I glance and at a chance
I see the angels playing
They look down, synchronise their sound
Their displeasure has me swaying
Their sound strikes fear as it meets my ears
Then they threaten with a staff
I question why I see with my eyes
And as they play they laugh
"Deafen yourself and keep your eyes down
Don't like the music? Well here's our rod!"
Then the playing stopped, their rod was dropped
For there was the angered God
I could not believe what I could see
He took the halos from their heads
He picked me up, put me on the beach
Then cast them to the depths
Copyright © Isaac Rye | Year Posted 2015