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Details | Ballade | |

Politicians

Politicians!!!!!

It always makes me really mad
That Politicians act so bad
They wear those smiles on their dials
Although they’re plotting all the while
To make the poorest folk more poor
To make them suffer more and more
They crawl like hell to reach the top.
And then fake promises they drop.

Every price has gone sky high
The assholes say, and make me cry
‘All of us must pull together’
They’re cunning, but they think they’re clever
As they live with all their luxury
Yet put up our electricity
And our gas, and water too
They‘re an evil bunch I‘m telling you.

Our old folk, they have no heat
The cold weather they each must greet
With a blanket round them, nothing more
While leaders rotten to the core
Get everything, yes every need
They’re are a rotten, greedy breed
How I despise them one and all
These leaders heartless, hard, and cruel.

19 may 2014 @ 1002hrs


Details | I do not know? | |

The Beast Within

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Creating happiness

One I was in a stage of hopelessness and lived in this very miserable lodge in Fremantle. I wrote this while I was there mongst crime and misery

Creating Happiness

It’s a block of flats, five stories high
In each room there’s a story
Could be a tale of loneliness
It could be one of glory
But mostly I see poor damned souls
Who have no place to go
In many of these rooms, my friends
No happiness does glow.

Well me, I’ve lived here for a while
I have my little room
It’s where I sit and write my poems
And cut through all the gloom
By banging on my old guitar
And singing out my songs
Or playing my harmonica
Sometimes the whole day long.

It seems the music calms the souls
Of all these hurting guys
Cause most of them that live in here
They never pass me by
Without a wave and a friendly smile
Maybe this be my thing
Amidst all of this misery
Some joy in here to bring.


Details | Rhyme | |

America

 
Thought you folks might like to read this.  Someone sent it in an email to me.


The following is a poem written by Judge Roy Moore from Alabama . Judge Moore was sued by the ACLU for displaying the Ten Commandments in his courtroom foyer. He has been stripped of his judgeship and now they are trying to strip his right to practice law in Alabama ! The judge's poem sums it up quite well.

America the beautiful,
or so you used to be.
Land of the Pilgrims' pride;
I'm glad they'll never see.

Babies piled in dumpsters,
Abortion on demand,
Oh, sweet land of liberty;
your house is on the sand.

Our children wander aimlessly
poisoned by cocaine
choosing to indulge their lusts,
when God has said abstain

From sea to shining sea,
our Nation turns away
From the teaching of God's love
and a need to always pray

We've kept God in our
temples, how callous we have grown.
When earth is but His footstool,
and Heaven is His throne.

We've voted in a government
that's rotting at the core,
Appointing Godless Judges;
who throw reason out the door,

Too soft to place a killer
in a well deserved tomb,
But brave enough to kill a baby
before he leaves the womb.

You think that God's not
angry, that our land's a moral slum?
How much longer will He wait
before His judgment comes?

How are we to face our God,
from Whom we cannot hide?
What then is left for us to do,
but stem this evil tide?

If we who are His children,
will humbly turn and pray;
Seek His holy face
and mend our evil way:

Then God will hear from Heaven;
and forgive us of our sins,
He'll heal our sickly land
and those who live within.

But, America the Beautiful,
If you don't - then you will see,
A sad but Holy God
withdraw His hand from Thee..


Details | Free verse | |

Consume Me

A smile so achingly perfection 
Only hiding evil buried deep inside 
Emptiness and destruction is all you leave behind 
Your love consumes me, burns me from within 
Leaving only darkness, where there once was light. 

Now I’m just a shell, no not even that 
More a memory of the me that disappeared 
As you caressed me with your deadly touch 
Your love it consumed me, burned me from within 
Hidden scars eternal, a reminder of your deceptive evil 

How is it you still consume me when there’s nothing left to take 
Only a hollow void where there once was life 
Yet you’re an obsession I just can’t let go 
Even as I turn to leave, we know it’s not the end 
Only a matter of time, until I’m back again. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Put a bullet in my brain

Put a bullet in my brain
as the rain sweeps her out of my arms
and places her into another's.
Put a bullet in my brain
for I don't want to see love slip away
please end my suffering,
for I don't want to dare see her in the arms of another man.

I fear the tear that slips away from my soul
and touches the ground with a splash
as she is washed away by the lashed memories of the rain,
please, someone put a bullet in my brain.

I can't bear to see her with another man
laying in his arms
as he charishes her beauty
just like I did to her.
As she smiles and laughs at his jokes
my heart would not bare the sorrow and pain
that would tare my heart apart into pieces of tainted love.
Please tell the rain to stop,
as the pain grows when rain comes down,
please someone end my suffering,
put a bullet in my brain
and stop the rain
that washes away every memory of her.

Stop saying you miss me
and just kiss me
for I can't take the pain
of the rain that takes you away.
Kiss me and stop saying you miss me
for those are useless words to me.
Love is where it's at, so show me.
Don't go with him, he'll treat you wrong.
Love and laugh with me till the break of dawn
as we yawn the long night away.

Kiss me and don't say you miss me.
For if you go away from me,
I couldn't bare to take a tear and waste it away.
Tears, sweet tears crying for you,
doesn't that mean anything to you?
I ask you, stop the rain,
stop the pain and put that bullet in my brain.

Let the red blood flow from my temples.
Let the plow dig my grave,
for I can't bare to see you with another
in his arms, him kissing you, where I kissed you.
I can't take it, I have to make it,
make that pain go away.
Prayer didn't help, God turned a blind eye
when I came up and said why!
Put that bullet in my dome
and when I lay in the coffin, looking at the roof of the church
you come and kiss me, and then you can really say
that you'll miss me.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

SO blind

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


Details | Lyric | |

I Hate You Cancer

Dedicated to my Dad who lost his short battle w/ Colon Cancer on June 18,2013

I hate you Cancer
Your vile evil and cruel
You don't care who you hurt
I'll never forget that day
I'll always hate you for it

Your heartless Cancer
You took someone important from me
Someone important from others too
Took people who didn't belong to you
I hate you for it

You disgust me Cancer
You had no right to take him from me
He mattered more than my very own life
I hate you for taking my Daddy
I hate you for taking others too

I hate you with a passion Cancer
You took part of my heart with him
You took part of my soul that day too
I hate you for it
I hate you I hate you I hate you

I hate you with every fiber of my being 
Go back to Hell where you belong
I hate you, others hate you
Your not welcome or wanted here Cancer

I hate you more than his doctor's
I hate you more than God
I hope I get to witness that day
Witness the day you fall
And you will fall Cancer

You're gonna lose the battle one day Cancer
I'm gonna laugh and dance around your grave
You'll finally get what you deserve 
And you'll never be able to take another soul


Sabrina Niday Hansel


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Placed 8th in Poet Destroyer A's  2013 "PINKTOBER" Contest

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Details | Free verse | |

Devil's Hidden Ranch

DEVIL'S HIDDEN RANCH

Coyote howl, dogs growl
Gunshots, dead cow
Red barn left unlock
Horse shoe upon death's door
Tequila in a cup
Salt of cocaine, shadows of insanity
Guitar string, sad song
Bandit near the door, wife on the floor
Hallucinating---Reality
Yelling out her name, he's gone insane
Loaded gun, life is done
Far and near ending his intoxicating fear
The road under the sun
A coward in his path
Responding to the Devil's wrath

In a Hidden Ranch in Mexico!!!!!!
       
:)   SKAT


Details | Munaajaat | |

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me, you owe me that much



Sabrina Niday Hansel
~Niday40873~

(motif) Spiritual


Details | Narrative | |

A Land Bearing Green White Green

Which way leads to the 
land of green white 
green?
Which way are we 
heading?
   A country the wicked 
bears the rulership, and 
the people sighing 
continuously.
   A terrible thing sprouts 
beneath the sun: a 
pregnant woman 
delivering not.
Imps come to lime-light 
by snuffing air from the 
goose that laid the 
golden eggs.
The blind guiding the un
blind.
The weak suppressing 
the strong-a terrible 
thing.
Like the overthrow of the 
gods at Mt. Olympus by 
the Titans.
A country where also 
thieves appear as men of 
integrity.
Land of green white 
green,which way?
A land where the 
enlightened ones are 
overshadowed and 
peanuts given to them.
The masses are dogs that 
eat the crumbs.
 Which way to go you 
Land?
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 
unproductive.
"There is better 
tomorrow" we hear.
Land of green white 
green,my country 
where rule of law walk 
beside anarchy.
The proles are sentenced 
to adversity,and there 
endured death-like trials.
Chai! Aru! People 
dancing on thorns 
whimpering as they 
throng 
along.
  I see a new sun rising 
from the horizon,hope is 
rekindled as its rays 
grace on hopeless bodies.
 Look!! there soon be 
change!



Note: 
This 
is 
poem 
full 
of 
Nigeria 
political
 angst.


Details | Narrative | |

The Woes Of Trust

An angel formed from 
lake of purity,a gift to 
mankind-illuminating 
darkest parts of hearts.
A chaste damsel,
untouched rose from the 
garden of the elves.

Sent to earth,made an 
abode in a gentleman's 
heart,whom she 
cherished and loved.

As time travelled,another 
fella whom she trusted 
lured her to un-saintly act
Her pride laid on altar of 
dishonor and infidelity.
Her life she almost 
snuffed,she feared the 
love of her true love 
would be lost. Alas! bond 
of love is indivisible.

Shattered,with a broken 
spirit she tries to mend 
the pieces....on the 
shoulder of her lover she 
leans,hoping to soothe 
her bruised heart.



Note:
A true story,a close 
pretty lady friend of mine 
was raped by her family 
friend yesterday...who 
called her and told her 
his mum was very sick.
She called me and 
confided in me .
Don't know whether to 
encourage her to call the 
police.


Details | Romanticism | |

Can you feel me

Feel me standing there
on the draw bridge
that stands stubburn and erect
over the rushing waters blown by the wind
back and forth.
I listened to the crows
posted on gargoils designed
of eightenth century Gothic architecture
singing their death songs,
when the sun is setting in the far.

The voices of women passing
startle me with a feeling of sorrow
I can't breathe, I am dying.
Feel me, can you feel me rot away?
Slowly but surely rot away
as time passes with ease,
and taxi cabs take smiling, intoxicated faces
to wayward cafes, oh how they screech to a halting stop
and wave to me to get in.

"No thank you, I'd rather walk." I say to the smiling faces
highly intoxicated with the thought of the birds and the bees
rattling around in their empty minds.
Then they drive off, into the city lights and turn a darkened corner.
I look at the rushing water
and feel myself rot away
slowly but surely rot away.

Can you feel me?
Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
Feel my heart thump with slow paces
that manage to keep up with fast melodies.
Of songs that play in your mind
only the ones that make you sigh
and think those one days in Spring time
as you walked over the draw bridge
and paid no mind to the water underneth.
I hear no more talk of you and me, I hear no more talk
of the good old times we all shared.
Time has passed, as I take my last breathe
and hold my chest and shead a tear.
Feel me, can you?
If you can, put your hand to my weak heart 
and feel it thump away with every second wasted
on useless items.
Now, see me a man of one time greatness
reflect his life with a reflection in the water below.
How I sigh and cry and breath heavely,
as I feel myself rot away.

The voices of woman pass me by.
Tomorrow is a new day,
for the smiling faces in taxi cabs will go home
and soak their raging hangovers with cool, wet rags.
As I still stand on the draw bridge singing with the crows,
feeling myself rot away.

Can you feel me without you, rotting away?
I surely can feel myself rot.
Such a heavy word, "rot"
So vulgare, yet a great description of me,
without you.

I pull out a shawl you once wore and I kiss it.
As the wind gusts and the sun rises and my shadow
comes to meet me, the wind shall take my last memory
of you away.
And I shall weep no more.
Then what will I do? Shall I walk the streets
and think of you.
Yes you, still rambling all throughout my head
like a lose screw.
Can you feel me? Feel me rot away
feel me think about you, and all your works.
Can you feel me?


Details | Rhyme | |

A Very Inviting Temptation

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Family Matters

In the attic, above wooden floor,
through the hallway of psychotic, locks upon my door,
near the broken window and glass of the sore,
hiding in the shadows,
bloodstains on the wall.

 Number nine,
house at the end of the street,
where lights are low,
where silent never sleep.


Details | Narrative | |

Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay



Details | Rhyme | |

Is It God We Trust Or Leave In the Dust

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


Details | Free verse | |

Thoughts of You

Random thoughts of you run
randomly throughout my mind,
as I hold, looking through a simple picture of you and I,
smiles and holding each other,
embracing warmth brings me to sanity,
watching your hand on my forearm,
as you gaze into my eyes.
Oh the tears flood such emotion,
only you and I now in such madness we call love,
such madness we all call life,
such madness we all call reality.

Thoughts of me without you,
I cannot bear to see such a sight in mind,
to hear such words that tear my heart out
and sadness stabs me rapidly in the back,
and I can't bear to see such a sight as this.
Thoughts of you
running randomly throughout my mind,
my hair turns silver and white with stress
of not being with you,
and my liver covered with cancer,
and lungs black with smoke,
and stomach embraced with ulcers.

All I ask for you,
is not to be a thought anymore,
and come back to me in flesh and bone
in a portrait painting of you in reality
come to me with your beauty and glory
and kind heart and hold me again,
and let me kiss you again and love you again,
and call you mine again.
Don't say it is impossible,
when you know and I know,
that it is in fact possible
to love each other once again.


Details | Free verse | |

Don't Try It

A single kiss from thy lovely lips,
so sweet and so divine,
yet I taste posion upon your tongue.

Your beauty so glorious,
like a blooming rose so beautiful,
yet, why do mine eyes go blind
in the sight that you walk along with another?

Yes you, walk with another,
arm under arm,
lips touching lips in romantic kisses,
it makes my blood boil,
for mine lips are dry.

For mine eyes have seen your glory,
yet no one here listens to my story.
You are evil, yes you are,
don't try to deny,
Listen to a man of experience,
you might as well save some expense.

I write of our long romantic walks
we took together, under the shade of olive trees,
how we went apple picking in autumn time,
and made love in the foyer.

Nomore of that sweet and passionate love,
nomore silent kisses in the night,
when the wind blows hard against the branches,
that tape violently on my windowpane. 
Nomore somber tears shed, when you got sick,
and nomore warm embraces when you shed tears of betrayal.

Betrayal now is a game played by a fool,
such as I,
to think I'd have a happy life with you?
Huh, only a fool would think such a thing,
but now I sit, looking at the foyer,
where we once made sweet, passionate love,
nomore will that foyer be filled with exotic pleasure.
Nomore will you be filled with smiles and exotic pleasure.
I've done my job, as a good man shall do,
now pack your things and get of my stage,
the spotlight yawns for anew,
and the audience grows tired and restless of you.

Now I live life anew,
you too shall see life in new eyes,
walking hand and hand with the blond, blue eyed devil
you call your own.
Shall he take one kiss from your lips,
and die of the posion he tastes on your tongue,
shall he go blind, when he sees your true, black beauty?
He will see the ugly soul, covered up by white rags,
and cheap makeup,
and then he will come to me,
and shake my hand in condolence
and say, "You were right!"

Now you are all alone,
looking for another, as you did many times before,
Now you are alone, walking an open road,
spying on another,
fear of being alone.
Now, you see when you play games with a good man's emotions,
don't try it,
because a good man is not meant to be toyed with.


Details | Ottava rima | |

The Result of Cruel Fate

The crone can hear the children's laughter, cold as ice
And they exclaim out "witch", not thinking she can hear
Their parents then admonish, "Try to be quite nice."
Upon her thin, emaciated form they leer
Of love forbidden she has paid the awful price
Malicious magic powers all the children fear
She only wears black, mourning each and ev'ry day
Her world is full of dismal, somber shades of grey


She loved a wealthy cultured handsome gentleman
But she had not the clothes nor proper pedigree
And never would be issued any wedding bann
For poverty did not amuse his family
When finding herself great with child of his, she ran
She felt displaced, just like a dead uprooted tree
In bleak back alley child unwanted disappeared
No chance immoral tainted peccant child be reared


Although she lost her core, her heart, her soul, her mind, 
She wandered dazed and crazy back to town she knew
Her fam'ly said, "We never have produced your kind."
There was no place to go and nothing left to do
But after mournful agony she came to find
Satanic powers very evil she would rue
She met the incubi in wooded forest glen
Although she knew it was an awful, grievous sin


Her soul and body raped by evil forces bold
Instilled in her the seeds of their foul awful pow'r
That grew more potent as she grew extremely old
Demolished, shattered self continued still to sour
Her sterile body, now quite barren, grew ice cold
A vile vexatious tongue lashed out at all each hour
Thus she became a bitter venomous old hag
While dressed in filthy clothes; on head, a dirty rag


She met a fine genteel young man, so good and kind
A person reaching out to all in charity
Attempted making better lives where he could find
He wanted human folk achieving parity
However, he had never met an evil mind
The succubus seduced his soul with clarity
 She crippled psyche; took his cash, his bonds and stocks
 Her languid lips convinced him caged; no keys for locks


Then when the moon was full one night, she murdered him
Around his vile demise all sorts of tales arose
She had dismembered rigid corpse each limb by limb
Disposed so very well of ugly bloody clothes
The whole ordeal had been a gratifying whim
Upon his naked body set a blood red rose
His corpse was never found; base tales do not abate
Today she suffers vile result of cruel fate


Details | Haiku | |

What Does The Rat Say

What does the rat say?
“Vote for me for Senator,
I am a good rat.”


Details | Rhyme | |

Living Without

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


Details | Limerick | |

Front Page News

The plane went down.
All on board drowned.
Their relatives grieve.
They are really quite peeved;
Because the airline officials are clowns.


Details | Rhyme | |

Shield Me

Shield me from this stain I bear,
remove this filth and smut I wear.
Cover my eyes from the evil truth,
discard these lies and hide the proof.

Guard my heart, these beats of pain,
from this spattered torn, loveless stain.
Protect this tired, worn out soul,
the one who beats out of control.

Defend my honor, grace and trust,
uncoil these spoils, away we must.
Preserve the mutiny, oust the pure,
coral the innocent with your evil lure.

Safeguard the takers, fakers and rest,
loosen the chains around this chest.
Release my dignity, vanity and control,
please shield my heart and cover me whole.


Details | Free verse | |

Like the frightened Jackrabbit, I run away from Love

Jump up and down like a jackrabbit
running through meadows
running from what?
Could it be heartbreak,
a venemous snake that hides in the grass,
hiding with fangs ready to pierce the tender skin
upon the tight, bronze flesh of everyday life?
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now!
I need a vacation a long way away from the faceless smiles
and ignorance of young girls, who don't look at you,
who don't show you love and respect.
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now,
as jumping spiders hop everywhere, crawling eight legs around me
my soul black like carcoal, but my heart still beating
slower this time, not like the days before
and like the jackrabbit running from anything and everything,
I run to seek love and vanish away from the empty voids
that people call, their souls.
Recording a film with no tape,
talking to a woman you love, but not having the guts to tell her how you really feel
Jump my boy, like a jackrabbit, take my advice
tell her before she leaves
turns down the endless avenues of endless dark love
the trees grow taller, taller than you
and you sit there feeling away yourself die, missing out in life.
I cannot see you lose your love.
Say it, say it, Say it!!! Tell her! Tell her! Build the guts up!
Build up the courage, tell her how you feel. Take her by the hand and never say goodbye! Never say goodnight, stay with her till the flight comes in the morning
of the first rays of sun shine through your dorm room take her and love her!
Do not be like me, the jackrabbit! I see no happiness
Reading poetry it makes me sad,
to write of others falling in love and I never finding the one.
People tell me, you'll find yours, have hope
but I am a frightened little jackrabbit
who flees from sounds of deep emotions, not having courage to fall in love,
not building the guts up to tell her how I really feel.
She walks alone, I find my oppertunity and sing my love song
She smiles and moves on,
please tell me I cannot fight anymore.
All I have to say is Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
I need a vacation
to go to some sandy beach on an island of love
and write and write and write, the same poetry that depresses me
but makes you all fall in love with words!
Fiction about love stories, please kiss me
Blue eyed death comes, plays a game of chess with me
I bet twenty, he bets my soul
Kiss me death, the only love I'll ever get,
besides my poet friends who kiss my ass
Listen to my heart, truely, I don't write of beauty
I write for the sorrow soul, the fleeing jackrabbit
running away from love.....


Details | Free verse | |

Light To Dark

You think you’ve gone just far enough,

I could smile knowing you’ve gone far enough that you can’t go back again

You think you were careful but,

I’ve caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form

You think you can find a way into my good graces

I’ve seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume

You can’t deceive me anymore and, I don’t consort with serpents

You think I’m a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win

Don’t underestimate me

You think I’m a joke but, trust me you won’t be laughing

You think I’m just talking myself up but, trust me, you’re the ones going down

My eyes took too long to adjust

Better late than never

It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours

My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep

Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet

Then I thought about the mess it would make

I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own

I was not weak, but I had a weakness

A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care

No longer

Now my heart is a stone so heavy

I could kill at least two birds at once 

Being the nice guy is a thing of the past 

Thanks for freeing me of that softness

You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things

When really I had just been swallowing razor blades

Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong

Can you feel my darkness coming, because it’s eager to hold you

If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run

Your gonna be the one with tired feet

I’m not sad anymore

Just sick with the plague of your lies

Contagious, and I’m looking for someone to kiss

Even angels can make themselves wicked

When we do, we take no prisoners

Still think I’m a game

This one is just beginning


Details | Free verse | |

When a Man cries Himself to Sleep

When a man cries himself to sleep,
it is a sad sight to see,
tears roll off his cheek
and onto his bed sheets and pillow case.
When you hear his somber cries,
you can feel his pain
when he wimpers like a child who treds in fear.
No one knows what they do to a man
when they play with his emotions,
lead him on,
take advantage of him.
They don't know what they do to an innocent man
looking for love.
They break his heart that is full of love,
they stab him in the back
when he needs them at his most vulnerable moment
they laugh at him, and tease him,
Do they know what they do to a man?
They slowly kill a man, who just wants a simple kiss on the lips,
they kill a dreamer, a good man, with a big heart.
They drive a man to his bed,
with tears running down his face
and force him to dream of nightmares.
When a man cries himself to sleep, 
it is that saddest thing to see.
Goodnight and sweet dreams...


Details | Triolet | |

On Cliff's Edge

upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still as sunset bids adieu to day I feel so cold, a deadly chill upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still so desolate, bereft of will with trepidation, feet of clay upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still as sunset bids adieu to day. whose evil spell did weave such pain that took this heart, and bled my soul I've lost too much, and can't remain whose evil spell did weave such pain my morrow's hopes all died in vain for death I know the bell doth toll whose evil spell did weave such pain that took this heart, and bled my soul. the sea sings dirges of my fate my skirts form wings, blown by the wind the waves collide on rocks that wait the sea sings dirges of my fate a voice begs 'no', but it's past late I brace and leap; soul's suff'ring's end the sea sings dirges of my fate my skirts form wings, blown by the wind.
© 11/10/2011 Lucretia Crouse Triolet is an eight line poem where the first line is repeated for line four and the first two lines are repeated as a refrain for lines seven and eight. Triolet Rhyme Scheme: A B a A a b A B Written in iambic tetrameter (8-syllable lines)


Details | Narrative | |

Rotting Corpses

Freaking Russkies with stone cold hearts
and godless hellbound uncaring souls
shoot down a plane filled with travel weary citizens
from many countries around this world of ours.
The greedy grimmy cossack bastards
leave the corpses of the innocent victims
to rot beneath the searing heat of the summer sun.
The robbing thieving Russians steal the possessions
from the broken bodies of the dead crew and passengers.
Political leaders around the globe quiver in stark raving fear.
Murdering madman Vladimir Putin is apparently king of the world.
Nervous money-grubbing news reporters wanting instant fame
kiss Vlad’s sorry worthless scrawny commie devil worshipping ass
in order to get the opportunity to film the rotting corpses of the dead.
This event is a scathing indictment of the dearth of humanity
present on this earth in this supposedly enlightened modern society
of the twenty first century. It’s a hell of a thing, it’s a damn shame.


Details | Free verse | |

Burn Away

BURN AWAY

We have all lost our way
To see starlight gazers
And men with broken hearts,
Seeking love in all of the wrong places;
Vacant lots, where women all looking for something,
But not quite knowing what they look for.
We have all lost our way.

The only hope of humanity
Is the shining sun
That breaks through the blinds of my window,
And the faint memory of me and her
Lying on our backs in a grassy meadow,
Holding hands
Looked up and counted stars.

Cities burn away,
Sky, stars, moon, sun all burn away;
The grassy meadow
Where we once lay, all burns away
Everything burns away,
Memory and desire and love all burn away
With the snap of a finger, and a new man
In her own life,
And I burn away.

A picture of her hung high and praised,
A picture of me, in a dark box
That collects dust, in some lonesome
And dusty, cobweb infested attic.
And I burn away with a new day.
I burn away.

A nightmare that I can’t awake from,
It is endless and repeats
When thoughts of her are all over my mind,
I cannot take such nightmarish reality
Too see her and smile,
And she walks away without a trace
Of ever returning.
And I cry,
And I burn away,
The tears wash the fire away,
And turn me to ash,
The wind picks me up and takes me away.

And for one peaceful moment,
I do not cry,
I do not burn away.
For a moment I am happy
And I smile,
And go away for a while
And let them all sleep in peace.

-10/2/2013-


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 | Rhyme | |

I Knew Someone Who Wanted to End It All

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


Details | Free verse | |

Let Me Go

Let Me Go!
I don't want this anymore!
I can't go to sleep at night,
all I seem to do is write.

Sometimes I read...
I read until I finish.
When I finally go to sleep,
I hear the sound of the alarm "BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"

Oh gosh,
I can't handle this anymore.
I am going crazy here
and no one seems to notice it, my dear.

I cry myself to sleep.
telling myself everything will get better.
BUT IT DOESN'T!
And I know I mustn't

but I want that knife
just as much as I want that gun
I hate this world
and everything about this girl

She sings and tries to get attention
yet no one gives her the time of day.
She falls into the books she reads
no one knowing, it is escaping, she pleads.

This girl is me,
oh but you knew, right?
Since all I ever talk about is me!
Gosh, can't you see?

I'm my enemy!
I'm my own nightmare!
No one is hurting me!
It is me who shouldn't be let free!

Lock me up! 
Kill me!
That way I won't harm myself...
I'd like it if it was someone else

Please, do me the favor
and let me go
for no one can save this girl
from this cruel world.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

COPLA 114 CONCLUSION: This Bad Guy World

COPLA 114 CONCLUSION : This Bad Guy World

The way Evil triumphs in this World
What lies in store must be much worse :
Yet Evil serves

Toddler gods in this Grand Plan make so bold
As to usurp Laws of Universe –
Get what each deserves :

The turntable of three Continents
The cradled civilizations
There end should come

And so must these Manriquenas’ contents
Be the homage of my supplications :
By/My Death overcome

© T. Wignesan – September 22, 2014

The entire series of COPLAS de pie quebrado dedicated to the XVth Century Spanish poet, Jorge MANRIQUE


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 | Free verse | |

Songs of Sorrowed Hearts

What makes this world go around?
What makes Death walk the Earth
and God sit on his throne and watch over us?
What makes love go around with such favour
and strut along side lonesome avenues?
What does a widow, a motherless child, a Vietnam veteran
and a boy who has had his fare share of heartbreaks,
all have in common with each other?

They were all promised a beautiful life,
free for all to love, free from the pain of betrayal
and anger.
We are what make the world go around,
I am the poet who sits and looks at love walk down the street,
and watch the blind eyes stare deep in my soul.
I am the poet, that feels the pain of a heart torn in two.
He his the poet who writes of smiles, to forget the frowns
and tears.
She is the poetress that writes of her success,
in order to forget her past that tortured her soul,
now he and she walk together writing poetry
sharing their love and smiles with the world.
But with smiles, also comes frowns,
with hearts full of love, comes hearts full of sorrow,
and someone has to stay behind and write of the bad
has to write and compose the songs of the sorrowed hearts.

We are all given love,
but it takes some whole lives to understand
the dark mystery that tags along with beautiful love.
Someone has to suffer the pain,
someone has to sacrifice his or her happiness,
so another poet can feel the beauty in happiness and pain.
I am willing to sacrifice my time and heart,
for my fellow poet to feel the smiles grow on their faces
and feel love uplift their heart,
while the black cancer tears apart mine.
I will go on, with what is left of my heart and smile,
and go into my room of creativity
and compose the songs of sorrowed hearts
for future poets, like that came before me.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Emotional Hole

I did not find myself to be so important
So I ask my friends do I seem distant?
When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes
So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best
I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things
That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings
I do care, about my friends they are all good people
They tend to stand on their high steeple 
Today I find myself not so aware
Disbanding my fear of regret and care
Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes
It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals
Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel
It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel
It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring
I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring
I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times
Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find 
I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out
For some reason I am just full of doubt
I care about so many things and what I have is confusion
One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion
My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant
I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent
My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle
Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle
My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper
I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper
What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone
As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone
I ask my friends the same question once again
I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end
So many thoughts that come out of my feeling
I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing
They ask me questions and I answer theirs
But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare
Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway
Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way
It's just so simple to answer someones problem
I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem
I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose
With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow
The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow


Details | Rhyme | |

Heartbreak hotel

Heartbreak hotel

There’s a little place I know
Where heartbreak people go
You can stay there for just thirty bucks a day
There people down on luck
They be treated like they’re muck
It’s not the place where winners choose to stay.

The man who runs this place
Ain’t no smile upon his face
He’s just out to make a lot of money
And the guys that work for him
Their faces all set grim
They make sure that this lodge don’t seem too sunny

They kick folk all around
Tread their faces in the ground
They have no pity in their hearts so cold
The head man he’s like Hitler
His manner very bitter
He has no guts, and yet he acts so bold

If you’re ever down on luck
And you’re very short on bucks
Avoid this place its owner calls a lodge
You’d best sleep on the streets
Laid out on those wooden seats
But this heartbreak hotel it’s best to dodge.


Details | Free verse | |

The Black Abyss

Sinking in deeper,
No way to escape,
The dark and scary Reaper,
Fore told in the Book of Life.

Is this my end?
Will I ever see the light of day again?
No. My wounds, I must mend.
I must find my strength.

Stand my ground,
Face my fears.
Only then will my voice be found
I must survive.

Break the suffocating chains,
Run from the darkness.
Power will fill my veins.
I will Fight!

Fight the painful names,
The horrid memories,
The demented games 
And escape My Black Abyss.


Details | I do not know? | |

It Happened

I hated myself.
I hate myself 
I am hating myself.
Torture.
Is what I do to myself at 2:33am when I'm thinking about how much of a waste I've become, am becoming and how I think, think about how no difference will be made if I was not here. Walking, talking, eating, breathing, living. 
Just take it all away - it turns me upside down, inside out when I can't stop those wheels from turning in my head; they never stop - like some unstoppable tape record playing in my head- over and over and over again.
I don't sleep to good.
Maybe it's the way I say your name at that present moment in time and my mind automatically swells with 
Nostalgia.
Or maybe it's the way I always think of your pretty big eyes that are the perfect shade of brown in the midst of my sorrows. 
We once shared those. 
But now they're just unequally balanced upon my shoulders, wreaking havoc in the last of the ruins that have been provided.
Oh look what I've gone and done.
I wanted to be alone not lonely. 
I hate myself for what I have done to myself
Sadness is what I have become,
Consumed me in a way that is not visible to the naked eye- so only I can see.
It hits me at any given time of day - it slams against the mental capacity I have for the self loathing I have assimilated throughout my tiresome life.
All the self regret and self deprecation that has surfed through my mind during those lonely nights I laid there motionless and bitter have finally come and took over. 
My mind, body and soul.
My troublesome inner demons taunt me. We are no longer shy acquaintances, we are the best of friends who spend each passing hour of the day together. 
I don't want to live this way. Nor do I want to die this way, I'm entitled to spend the days of my life as openly and freely as I please but I still have sinking feeling - this clawing sensation, drawing me back to my sadness. Like a heroin junkie high as a kite - I'm addicted. And I don't know how. I'm addicted to my sadness and there's no cure for that.
I have to go now.
I have to cease this sharp self afflicted pain,
With the only way I know best.
There is a saying that says,
Destroy Anything That Destroys You
So I did. 


Details | Light Poetry | |

What Just Happen to My Spring

I looked out side to find a nice day in the month of May
And was walking in the evening just to say
I almost cried and my hands got cold
And winter month got so bold
It was so frustrating and out of the norm
And each person in their heart had a storm
It's the month of May what the! happen to spring
And my headache began to ring
Most people on the first day of May was so happy
And now they look out on the second day sappy
I just want everyone to know it is May 2, 2013
And nothing should be in between
So pullout your snow shovels in dismay
And things you should know will be okay
So good morning to all and to all a good morning
And I just want you to be out their in a warning
The snow is at six inches and beyond
And you will not see green grass in dawn
I help myself by writing this poem
And I will be staying at home
Crazy the weather became bad in May and nasty
I brought out some of my snack and that was tasty
I just looked outside while I was eating
As the snow kept on beating


Details | Free verse | |

The Tidal Wave

The Tidal Wave

I saw a tidal wave come in,
Raging winds and fierce water
Rushed,
Took the houses, cars, trees,
Street signs, park benches,
Pictures of loved ones
(Poor baby Louie, 3 years old washed away)
And along with all the power
It tore my heart out of my cage
And swept it out to the 
Endless seas,
And the great white sharks
Have their way with my heart.

Now bleeding and dying,
Pain follows me,
And I close my eyes,
And wish it all to be done.
Pray for me, I want pain no more.
See tears fall from the corners of my eyes,
As I breathe in and feel no heartbeat.
And they all look at me,
Faces of nomads and they snicker
At me,
I hang my head and cry tears,
But the tears were washed
Away in the tidal wave,
So I sit there,
Eyes closed
And I sleep the night away.

-10/2/2013-


Details | Rhyme | |

Curse of a Princess

Fairytales,
and butterflies,
in this story,
we begin with lies,
promises,
we never kept,
I should have held on tighter,
when you wept,
small mistakes,
on both our parts,
added up,
to shred our hearts,
creeping shadows,
behind the flowers,
in what we thought,
were our finest hours,
talking grass,
crystal snow,
in our lie of love,
a hidden foe,
the evil witch,
her claws aimed to kill,
t'was she who pushed you,
down the hill,
a broken crown,
a forgotten well,
to live without you,
was her spell,
an evil curse,
she cast in spite,
although we loved, 
with all our might,
kept apart,
by what was said,
in regret,
our hearts bled,
watch from afar,
speak in vein,
a curse taken course,
inflicted pain,
and so it began,
with love and lies,
our fairytale ends,
and we both die...


Details | Verse | |

Injustices - Quinzaine

Injustices just break my heart. Do they affect you? Make you sad? Dorian Petersen Potter Aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2014 10.10.14


Details | Free verse | |

Pawn

And so do I fall, and so do I fail,
Falling so deeply into this destructive void,
Nothing but ash and specs of dust that were once my brittle bones and scarred flesh.

To not know what is ahead,
How maddening! How so distraught have I seemingly become,
Forgotten myself as time has smoothed over me.

Tricky, sly fiend indeed; master and slave a like to us all.

Do I dare move forward into the uncertainty that is humanity and of such society?
So gut wrenching, thoughts filled of bile at what is.

As we all are from and are the same, yet tear limb by limb the essence of ourselves by one another in an endless state of bigotry and violence; so brightly are we bathed in evil.

So easy is it to see.

Miracles; perhaps shall they see fit to carry me away from the void that is, and from such temptation, as to live the rest of days in blissful, stagnant dreams.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Harlan's Holler

~ Harlan’s Holler ~
Dean Kuch ©2014
The locals say, in the light of day one can visit Harlan’s Holler, stay on the path don't incite the wrath of the man who lost his daughter. The townsfolk say, to this very day, you can hear poor Charlotte cryin.' Beneath silv'ry moon, where young lovers swoon, as she lay there, slowly dyin'... In the August heat, with tiny unshod feet, Charlotte ventured into the Holler. She soon lost her way when the light of day Gave way to midnights squalor. Ripe berries sweet for her mom to eat she'd gone there for the pickin', her bucket now full, twirling locks a' crull, the creeping darkness began to thicken. She wandered for days, to the towns dismay, poor little Charlotte could not be found. Old man Harlan yelled; damned them all to hell— then placed a curse upon the ground. No crops will grow on the ground you sow, all your livestock will surely die, you'll toil endlessly, in the end, you'll be just the same as my Charlotte lie. You'll burn in hell, you'll see, in the end, you'll be just the same as my Charlotte lie... The days dragged on under the summer sun as the child withered to dust. Fred Harlan died, Bible at his side, felled by his curse and vengeful lust. Down on Harlan's Hill you can hear them still, mournful sobs by Pa and daughter, when the moon's just right, in the dead of night, stay away from Harlan's Holler. Lest you tarry there— 'neath the moon, beware, of the curse of Harlan's Holler...


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The Great Havoc: MAHASEN

The moment of my start , 
the destruction of thy art,
hearing the songs of theocracy ,
the songs for saving thee .

The intonation of deadly scream ,
heard across the vast stream ,
lest none had to stop me , 
for me to stop to see thy majestic beauty.

I heard the words of my master ,
who plans well for thy disaster ,
who creates the scenery well as common , 
serving a wide from the times of Romans .

He sends me often here ,
for punishing the big malevolence , 
but I never saw the wonders - for thy fear ,
for thy deep oceans help my tolerance .


I wish could I give thee a chance , 
to see the world with a second glance ,
nevertheless the order remains order after all ,
keep waiting for me to hear the next call .


   


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Death

Look around you
See the faces surrounding you
All with different uses and tasks to do
What if it’ll be your last view?
A bitter truth no one reviews
No matter how long we stay, the end will definitely come knocking
A time to really have all the rest you’ll ever need
Being alone with your deeds and virtue
Whether the good or evil
Alone and awaiting judgement
People singing melodious songs
They tell you what doesn't kill you makes you stronger,
Blatant lie, cause what doesn't kill you wasn't meant to kill you.
We wonder and ponder
But at the end, all they do is lauder.
Not knowing death is like thunder
Striking and leaving a donga
Leaving us in confusion
Live life as a traveller, but take only what you’ll need along the way.
Funny how when you die they start listening
A journey worth taking for those who know.
Tell me, are you not willing to go?
For more?
For all the bounties and all the grace
All the sights, smells and the tastes
Will be forgotten without a trace
As if frozen in time and space
When you see his face.
You asked for mercy, that he gave.
Death, the undisputed slave.
We come making everyone happy, then leave making them sad.
Why are we here in the first place, if this is how we gotta go?



Details | I do not know? | |

a dark path

when raindrops hit the grey floor,
we mythified the truth for a purpose that really go,
but the beginning is a contradictory lie to the end.

in the contest the girl looked me straight in the eyes,
everytime i go there she doesn't even blink!
speak no evil paper clipped her mouth,
so she doesn't even smile

i made time to giggle at her shadow
but the shadow stood still...
'till inner voices vociferated in me!
"when embattled with evil you fought it by another evil"
i responded"good wouldn't match"
so tell me how can i not speak evil


Details | I do not know? | |

Cupid's Grudge

I feel sorry for you
cupid had a grudge 
and gave your love to me
he must have had a bad day 
too many broken hearts 
on the Richter scale
he woke up tired (hung over)
and sailed to Dallas
Oak cliff, to a little house
-top floor
snuck in quietly 
disturbing the door
He heard your prayers
in empty rooms
he had a grudge
and made a chore of your love
soon he convinced and prodded you 
- to
my place of negative space
empty and void, but charming
my face, kind
It’s a defensive smile 
a mask to believe
for denial to deceive
not of malice or evil intent
but for love
someone bent
against my chest
under my arm
close consent to all I’m not 
He had a grudge to do you harm 
in empty rooms
but still with peace
some joy 
-and now your love is turned out 
unprotected
obese
I feel sorry for you 
I wouldn’t even love myself 
if I didn’t have to brush my teeth 
and my son, my son.
He needs strength
so I fake what I can
steal the rest 
yes - 
He had a grudge
the evil fairy
but no one can stop the arrows thrust 
when we love 
we simply 
must

 


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A Grudge

When a person keeps a grudge,
they make hateful feelings that just won't budge.

When these feelings won't go away,
a darkness builds up inside to stay.

When this darkness has surrounded the heart,
the mind is so clouded it can't tell feelings apart.

When hate and love have been clouded together,
one evil thought is now there forever.

And when a person has made so many evil things,
they know anger and sadness is all a grudge brings.


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1937

Madrid it is a hot and sad place.
Filled once with music and pretty women
now filled with bombs blasting on street corners
and old women hovering over their dead husbands.
Madrid was once a place of love and culture.
Love was full through every hotel lobby
to every small cafe, love was all around.
Now, nothing but abandoded buildings
inhabited by rats and broken dreams.
The hotel lobbies once home to rich folk in tuxedos
drinking expensive champagne and dancing,
now filled with young boys bleeding from bullet wounds
and burn't to the bone.
Madrid once a home to life
now a home to death and war.
Fellow Spaniard fighting fellow Spaniard
in a Civil War between life and greed.
Life was all good and well
till 1937 came around.


Details | Senryu | |

2014 World Press Photo Winners

violence displace                                                                                                sporting nature thousand words                                                                          extremes of sadness


Details | I do not know? | |

The heart and mind of a souless man

The heart and mind of a souless man,
is a coward and a pety thef,
who steals love from others
to feel satisfied.
And even in the end,
they're still not satisfied.


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Bar Scene

Cold hearts sway to timid tones.
We hum hard; hoping to rattle the 
grit out of our mouths.
Sand blasted teeth resonate youthful
denial, torturing revelation’s bargain.
No cheap tricks. No sunshine,
we’re all gone.
Too drunk on pain,
to find hope in the rainfall of liquor 
in this dusty scene.
Too many empty bottles chugging
on air; the last breaths of my generation.
A swirling vortex of broken condoms
and vomited promises dance in neon 
light behind the bar, threatening to dive
into the mouth of the next patron that 
calls to the bartender.
A violent eyed harlot with dollars
bursting out of her bra.
She serves death with a smile,
gyrating her hips to a beat
…that never dances.
She just throws ice into
our blood and glances at 
the tip jar..
Knowing we’ll pay our own
way to hell.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


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Heartless

In the woods wonders a fool, 
He walks along a sorrowful path.
His soul has fallen beneath the rule
of a vengeful woman’s wrath.

He begs forgiveness from the dark, 
For that is all who can hear his cries. 
Even his shadow refuses to hark, 
as the tears flow from his eyes. 

With his heart she stole the good, 
and crumbled it into the dirt. 
As he begged, broken he stood,
wishing for a way to stop the hurt.

No second chances, no more tries. 
She couldn’t forgive him once more
No amount of tears nor alibis, 
could wash away the bottles on the floor. 

He sipped past his final excuse,
He lost her love now once for all. 
Now he walks to a lonely noose, 
Haunted by the demons call. 

Love has turned her face away
the pain now takes control. 
There were no silver words to say, 
That could pay this poor fools toll. 

As he wanders deep and deeper
his sorrow is overthrown by rage. 
Now as he awaits the reaper,
his heart is stabbed within its cage. 

Addiction has poisoned and made him ill 
It’s blackened his heart and stolen his sight
His anger it boils and readies to kill, 
Demons have awoken in his heart tonight.

A transformation has taken place, 
tonight a monster has been born. 
An evil slithers across his face, 
flowing from where his heart was torn. 

In the woods awaits an angry fool, 
love has left him and he rots in pain. 
He hates the living like an evil ghoul, 
and death runs through his every vein. 

In the dark by damnation's gate
He sits alone and lingers. 
waiting for that woman’s fate
to fall into his fingers. 

He wants her to look into his eyes,
and fear what she has created. 
He wants to kiss her as she dies, 
and whisper why he’s waited. 

He wants his life to be rebuilt,
He wants the heart that she stole
He wants to be free of the guilt,
He wants to regain his soul. 




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Regrets

This anger that is inside me now is tearing me apart,
    After all this time I find you had been lying from the start.
I am hurting so much from the pain you have caused me,
    By using your beauty and charm so I would not see.
All the lies and deceit while loving you and giving all my trust,
    I will expose your evil ways and mean doings this is a must.
Never  should another endure what you have put me through,
     This I will make sure of if it's the last thing that I ever do.
How dare you break my heart and then treat me so bad ,
      It  takes a lot to upset me but girl you have made me mad.
You've no idea the rage that I am carrying inside me now,
      I will make you regret this one day I will figure out how.
If it's the last thing I do I am going to make a example of you,
      How and when I am not sure of but trust me it will be soon.
You walk away from me as if you've done nothing wrong,
      Believe me girl I will show you and it wont take me long.
Seriously do you think you can get away with treating me this way?
      So wrong you are for that and you will know this one day.
That deceiving the man thats so in love with you ,
      Is something you are going to learn not to ever do.
Why would you ever do this to a man that loved you so,
      I guess this is something that I am never going to know.
This anger inside that is slowly tearing me apart ,
       Blinded by your ways I was completely in the dark.
Just one more thing I must say to you before I go ,
       You are evil  and that's something everybody will know.
TAC
   


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Their Souls Departed

   She walks the streets
Of dim lit lights
The heart broken homeless woman
Lady of the night.
.
   The world was yours
Gold and pearls, a platinum life
Married to a silver spoon
You were once a rich mans wife.
.
   Your husband befriends the spirit king
A storm of abuse and alcohol rain
Now you run to spare your life
The only hope is to escape the pain.
.
   State to state with blackened heart
Into the night is where you sleep
Within the darkness led astray
Where lonesome lives and gutters weep.
.
   To your new home
No key no door
Emptiness squared
Of paper board.
~~~
   He walks in silence all alone
Seeking out divinity
Mile upon mile on worn out shoes
Through the streets of un-lit trees.
.
   Contrition holds his broken heart
Bound to earth by saddened love
His soul was taken within a glance
He is now the lonesome dove.
.
   Once a father, a husband, 
A man
A wonderful life
Of dreams and plans.
.
   Until that night in the car together
Unknownst the evil seed
A green light passed and through a yellow
The devil in drunken speed.
.
   A wreck to fell the family tree
Within the night of silence brings
A horrid vision imprinted the mind
Of a soulless man with broken wings.
~~~
    Even while life continues to shine
    There comes a girl of only nine
    Abandoned, alone to hope adored
    Mommy is gone to be a whore.
.
    This child walks in huddled arms
    Frightened to be where evil charms
    She finds a box to crawl inside
    Alone to live, alone to cry.
.
    While tears fall down upon her face
    A sound has startled her in her place
    Unbeknownst the box with broken tape
    This nine year old girl will now be rapped.
~~~
   Now as I sit
In the comforts of home
I knew none of these people
Or the streets they called home.
.
   I lived like most, in ignorance
To those poor and suffering lives
Never once did I adjust
A thought or even an eye.
.
  Yet on the set the news I stare
Police lights shine in heavy glare
Those unknown people, those broken hearted
Lie still in the night, their souls departed.

     BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
     Placid Poet


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Haaotia

The Haaotia first came when you were young

Crawling into your presence cleverly
disguised in the skins of your own blood, 
they began to tell you their lies 

They told these lies in soft voices, 
the voices with the same timbre and 
tone you'd come to trust, they'd chuckle
in the same cheerful way that you'd heard
so many times in the light, when you were young

Even in the dark, you could see the smiles
on their terrible faces, as they told you not
to be afraid,  the same smiles that
before, had lifted your heart and 
made you laugh, when you were afraid

Telling their lies to you behind those 
familiar smiles; with their soft voices 
and chuckles, they were such friendly, 
cheerful demons,  so familiar, so familiar
even their smell and their touch was familiar

How could you be afraid of the Haaotia?

But, you were afraid  and so you kept quiet,
with all the smiles and chuckles and smells
and touches in the dark, you were so quiet,
because you were very afraid of them
finding the others, the younger ones 

You found a way to leave your body to keep quiet; 
in your mind you went elsewhere, somewhere 
far, far away from there, far from the familiar smiles 
and soft voices and chuckles

Far away from the smells and the touches in the dark,
as far as you could go, to places with no name
in your language, places the Haaotia couldn't know

When you'd come back, they were always gone, 
their smiles and chuckles and smells were gone,
but the feel of their touches never left you

The feel has never left,  it may never leave

Because the Haaotia, 
with their familiar smiles
and soft voices and chuckles

Touched your soul


Author's notes:
Haaotia is a Beothuk (Native North American language) word for demon.
This was written for someone that I loved very deeply who suffered terribly at the hands of their own loved ones. 
I dedicate it to them and anyone else who has felt the terrible touch of their own Haaotia


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War Demanded

Postby Tyr-Ziu Saxnot » Wed Mar 23, 2011 8:55 pm 

 War Demanded 



 If only man were like a stout oak tree 

 Standing proud and tall for the world to see 

 Dreaming of a peaceful culture that truly will last 

 Ever seeking a happy future while sailing at full mast 



 Reality presents a very different and forceful demand 

 Greed calls for taking other's blood , treasure and land 

 No small trick starting another evil and bloody war 

 With death, misery and cuts leaving a lasting scar 



 Any excuse will do when lying is so demanded 

 Up is down when right becomes so underhanded 

 Why worry at all about the lives destroyed or taken? 

 Call for power demands that truth and honor be forsaken 



 Every war starts with Truth being pushed aside 

 Far too cumbersome and heavy for death's dark ride 

 Lies fired from cannons take the first great measure 

 After that the vultures descend to take the treasure....  Robert L.


Details | Ballad | |

I Long For Yesterday

Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here to stay.
I can't find light to brighten up my days,
I guess I'll just fall astray.
Suddenly I'm not all the man I used to be,
There's an evil shadow inside of me.
I can't seem to set all the problems free,
I guess my only option is turn back and flee.
Although I sit here and have this guilt,
I'm burning down the good I ever built.
The good times were an easy game to play,
I'm searching for a place to hide away.
I don't know why I have to run. 
I still can not say,
I've done everything wrong,
Now I long for yesterday.
Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here stay.
Suddenly I'm not all the man I used to be,
There's an evil shadow inside of me.
The good times were an easy game to play,
I'm searching for a place to hide away.
I don't know why I have to run.  
I still can not say,
I've done everything wrong,
Now I long for yesterday.


Details | Free verse | |

Murdered By Clothes

So stuck
Going mad
I’m dying
In a mess
And I can’t get out
This murderer was smart
And smarter than I
To tie me up in clothes
And sit back and watch me die
It’s mid-summer
And I’m sweating to death
I fight till fighting is weaken me
And I lay there, can’t breathe,
The clothes is wet from sweat
But that is all the water I have
Which is sad?
But I keep laying there till I die,
What and I
The one to die
Tied up in rags?
Come on now why.


Details | Free verse | |

Lost

Alas! I am lost in this darkness of night
Where is the virgin moon to grant me its purity?
The fireflies of night to guide me?
All I see is the darkness that embraced me
And the black shadows walking around
I am struggling to move around in this darkness
Sometimes I stumble over obstacles
I can’t identify these collapsed entities
As I am blinded by the darkness
I shout for help but get no response
The shadows floats past by me 
Like soulless and cold ghosts 
The entire domain is hushed
No! I am mistaken for I receive something
Several feeble sounds of cries and mourning? 
Terror gathers upon me
I can’t realize the act but just hear
For darkness has blindfolded me


I kneel down upon my wounded knees
To plead to Thee for guidance
Maybe a helping hand
Or a light to reveal the way
Oh! Father please guide me! 
I am lost in this darkness of night!


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Lighthouse

He lived in the lighthouse next to the crashing sea 
Everyone knew of him, but they’d all leave him be
Down past the cliffs, away from the fishing town
His beauty gone unnoticed, masked by a frown 
He never spoke to anyone, wandered into the marketplace 
Tweed jacket and chords, the collar turned to hide his face
Every Saturday he would linger towards the cake shop
By the window he would wait, caught a glance and would stop 

The town all new why he would stand and stare 
Each time she came out to see him, skin so fair
His handsome furrow could not hide his wandering eye
The look went noticed by all those passers by 
She’d give him a parcel, he’d smile and whisper in her ear 
She appeared confused by him, a look between lust and fear
A small smirk and a quick glance right and left 
She looked away, knew he was to commit a theft  
This was love, or so it seemed. Harmless and sweet
Two lovers sharing a delicious thing when they would meet 

Then the cake shop was not open, shut for the day
Then a man in the pub claimed the girl’s boat was gone from the bay
This went by unnoticed, for shops do often close
Quick to leave, escaping under the gossiping ladies nose  
Everyone knew that she went to see the man 
Subtle in escape, only she knew her predetermined plan 
To that lighthouse no one has been, such a sight
They would ask her when she came to The Drovers that night
She can tell her story for when she finally did come around
But she won’t, as her body was anchored to the oceans ground.


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Another Day of Abuse

It’s a quarter after seven, a cloud of silence immerse,
Six frightened souls, the situation a constant curse.
The candle burns dim, it’s almost out,
Dinner was scarce, not enough to go around.

The kids are edgy; the mother’s heart rapidly beats,
They hear his anger in a distance, way up the street.
The swearing gets louder; they can almost feel the pain,
“All jerseys on “mom says,” again we sleep in the rain”.

In through the gate, the stairs he doesn’t see,
Falls to the ground and curses, for bruising his knee.
Kicks the poor dog on his way into the house, 
Punches the door open and throws himself on the couch.

 Calls for his trembling wife, the mother of his children,
Just to punch her in her face, to let her know of his presence.
He shouts for his kids and tells them he hates them,
But it’s nothing new, as they’ve heard it all being mentioned.

He’s meal is served the last glass dish around,
He flings it onto the floor, a thousand pieces on the ground.
“I want food,” he screams, but that was the last,
“Eat off the floor,” was his wife’s suggested blast.

A million stars was then what she saw,
As he played football with her head against the wall.
Her screams died slowly after the third bounce,
No heart he had, not a shred, not an ounce.

The children run for help to the neighbors they implore,
They slam the door on their little faces, their plight to ignore.
With no one else in sight, their fate they do not know,
No brave soul to help, their hearts all sank low.

Six frightened faces, all abused and torn,
The eldest just ten, with the youngest just been born.
In darkness they stand, the rain steady and cold,
Where quietly they wait for events to unfold.

A thin lanky passerby called the police by chance,
When he saw that evil man, he knew at a glance.
Something had happened, danger was imminent,
No more screaming was heard, damage was evident.
An ambulance came hurriedly with loud sirens blasting,
While the evil man being shoved in the police van swearing.
The unconscious wife bleeding profusely from her head,
To the hospital they take her, where she lay almost dead.

Six little children, scared, cold and tired,
Enter their home slowly, that’s dark and quiet.
They sweep up the glass pieces and scoop up the food,
And take care of each other, cause’ it’s just another day of Abuse.


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Homicidal Thoughts

You all ignored me as I sat there… 
Watching everyone interact, I sat alone.
Thoughts of homicide and torture begin to fill my mind,
Barbed wire and razor filled dreams start to consume me.
Entrails cover the ground as I sleep, 
Blood covers my face and I snore…
Dreams of the Care Bears now fill my head
Voices begin to consume my thoughts,
“Your evil and you deserve to die!”
They would often say.
Dream after dream 
Each and every evil filled day
Until today…
The final day…
The day when all dreams end.
And all stop and pray
 “How could he do this?”
Some may say…
It was actually easy,
Try living my life for a day!


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Spoken

Spoken!


Are we meant to walk a tight straight line,
Wouldn’t that be saying to walk like the blind.
How will the hollow be treated in the end,
The two edge sword is being used for family and friend.
A crooked smile is hard to bend right,
The strong is most needy when using their might.
Unconscious wisdom spoken to bring down to the top,
A cliff is extended in sight of the short stop.
Wrongful delight can’t teach a child confusion,
But a picture made by evil hands gives a right way illusion.
Falling short to the tall brings along a silent bed,
Hot air in a head makes no stop air blown on hot makes stop while ahead.
Carving your pumpkin with heart out of chest,
To take a heart out of evil empty chest is best.
Cut off your left if it hinders your right,
Close your eyes to see dark to realize whose light!

Ashley Hogan AH


Details | I do not know? | |

The Battle Within

What I want to do, I do not. 
A war rages like no other kind. 
What I do not want to do, I do. 
A never-ending fight for my mind. 

That which is evil that which is good, 
is part of the devils affliction. 
Can anyone out there rescue me 
from pain and hurt of my addiction? 

Will the good overcome all evil? 
Will evil ultimately prevail? 
I know within my heart what to do. 
And I try, but always seem to fail. 

Like two dogs fighting inside me. 
One black representing a bad seed. 
The other white, representing good. 
The one who wins is the one I feed. 

Who can deliver from this mayhem? 
Who can deliver from my despair? 
The answer is in the Lord Jesus. 
Who can be found with one simple prayer! 
  


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The black lake

There exists a lake, both deep and black as the darkest night, 
Its surface reflects not a beam but captures all life’s light,
As still as death and not a ripple mars its glassy top,
Nothing moves upon its shores to disturb a single drop,

In the lake there lays a keep, rising up straight and tall
It reaches up like an arm of black, making you feel so small
Its sides are smooth like the finest glass no purchase can be found
All that tries to climb its walls falls quickly to the ground
It stares forth with tall windows like thin cuts through galactic space
Its mouth a soaring gothic arch with stony stairs completes its evil face

Within the walls of the bastion of darkness and cold 
Lives something truly evil and ugly to behold
It is twisted and warped into impossibly ugly shapes 
Enjoying the misery caused by others mistakes

Regally enthroned in the highest tower of the keep
It feeds on the sounds people make when they weep
It finds sustenance in the pain and suffering of all
Thus it loves nothing better than when innocents fall
Hidden and protected by its black towering walls
It sharpens it hatred into surgeon like tools

To call such thing as this, alive, would be a terrible joke indeed
It survives, it sustains and it breaths, but alive it can never be
It died some time long ago, when it gave into the dark
Its very existence now revolves around the souls that it can mark
 
This thing was not always so dark and shrouded in black
It was once a being bright with light on a righteous track
But unceasing torture and endless hurt drove this thing insane
It change from bright to darkest night as it learn to like the pain
Now it blocks out its past and its once bright and joyful start
And all the remains its hurt and pain in my broken and twisted heart.


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THE EVIL FEILD

I raise my head early in the morning toward the north
Watching the early morning sun set

The evil of mankind rises with the sun setting

To the North, South, East and west.

The world is surrounded by evil

And the evil dwells in the heart of men

I cried out from the North, for help

I lifted my voice from the South, for rescue

I shouted aloud From the East, for justice

I screamed in pain and agony from the West, for mercy

Brothers Killing brothers to acquire wealth

Sisters killing sisters for the sake of having a good home

Kidnapping of children for rituals

Father rapping daughters for lust of the flesh

Mother’s prostitutes to enjoy the present temporary pleasure of life

Someone to lean on turns out to be someone seeking your life for money rituals

The best of your friends turns out to be the worse of your enemy

I have learn to cry no more, for the evil doer governs the world

I cry no more! I cry no more!! I cry no more!!!


Details | Triolet | |

IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE

~It Doesn't Make Any Sense~ (Triolet) It doesn't make at all any sense When people do terrible things. Certain emotions can become intense It doesn't make at all any sense When they act mean and take offense Some things make heart sad,others sing It doesn't make at all any sense When people do terrible things. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2012 December,16,2014


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ADDICTION

He feels the roller coaster rush
eyes disappear into the back of his head
He indulges that evil feeling that grips him
that grips him like a pro pitcher grips his baseball
like a baby grips his bottle
like a soldier grips his rifle
The short ride is over
he wants that evil feeling again
he wants it to grip every fiber of his being
The short ride is over
he repeats the process as if it where routine and normal
as if he where brushing his teeth
as if he was embracing his mother with a hug
The process overtakes him he derails
the evil grip suffocates him he derails
the evil grip suffocates him
Another Statistic
Another Statistic

bY rudY


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Never-Ending Lesson

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Sibyl Vane

The proverbial victim immortalized forever
Seeing Prince Charming when you gazed into his eyes, but, beyond your 
delusion stood Satan himself fantasizing about how he was to devour your flesh.
Sibyl's true love for Dorian did not see deceit's nasty warnings.
Narcissistic Dorian could not be abated.
The torment of others didn't reach his conscience.
He craved only masturbation material for his wicked ego.
His evil heart overpowered all. 
His sinister desires are all that ruminated through his diabolical mind

Loving Dorian only left Sibyl starving.
His heart was not capable of returning the undying devotion she felt for him.
He was no man.
Only a hollow shell, pretending to feel love while concealing his laughter for his 
unsuspecting prey.
Loving Dorian only killed you.
He compromised your integrity
Stole your innocence 
Taking from you what you could never retrieve
Just because he could 

But, don't worry your pretty little head, Sibyl.
You will never be forgotten.
Especially by Sir Dorian Gray
Though I imagine that he would give anything to have a moment of peace from 
the horrifying images of your tragic ending, for all eternity his thoughts will be 
haunted by images of your ruby red blood, desperate cries and the contortion of 
your dying body. 
Sometimes he will think it is just a nightmare, but this is something from which 
he will never wake.
He will pray for an ending to his torment, but his wish will never be granted.

Though ultimately Sibyl, you took your own life there is blood dripping from 
Dorian's claws.
Evil must be punished like everyone else and that is the embodiment of Dorian 
Gray's icy heart.
Now Dorian must cloak his own sins.
His evil soul destroyed himself and all those who had the misfortune to love him.
Though he salivated at the thought of his next conquest, time and time again, 
Dorian's self hatred and inner demons engulfed him until he plunged into his 
darkened abyss from which he will never escape.
His most unfortunate transgression of all was choosing to live a superficial 
existence, choosing eternal youth and beauty over true love.
Sybil Vane was the only woman whose love was pure enough to rescue him.
Dorian will forever be tormented knowing that he obliterated his guardian angel, 
the only one that could have saved him - from himself.


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Evil Men

witness what the evil men do
when we split what they do
is laugh and ridicule at what we call love
petrified of getting hurt they hesitate to believe in love
witness what the evil men do
looking down at all this we've been through
tell me if it's the beginning or the end
is all this drama about to end?
tell me if it's the start of a new day
i love you is all that i can say


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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)


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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


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Why Me

I often question myself; why do people think I'm so evil inside,
Do they know over this how many tears I've cried?
I know I'm not perfect, as noone in this world is,
But I've tried so damn hard to show evil is not me-as I clench my fists!
I try with my all to please everyone, every single day,
Only to hear how awful of a person I am & how I haven't changed!
One day though, I'll come across someone who understands & appreciates me,
As I wait, feeling so worthless, empty & alone as tears steady flow down my-
-cheeks!- 


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The Bleeding Prey

It strikes the hearts of many with
That evil, wicked creature of filth
Harsh and insensible is what describes it best
For its aim is to shred love and never rest
Approaching its victims so quickly 
Inserting its sword so deeply
into the people's heart so severely

Thrashing into one's home of protection
Betraying the walls of its foundation
It seeps into the building's structure
Pervading blackness throughout its posture
Then, it lurks into its atmosphere 
As it engulfs everyone with fear
Its evil laugh churns the house 
And fills each ounce

courage blacks out from within
Leaving its warrior vulnerable in Berlin
The evil narrows its eyes 
Hunting the prey it wishes to hear its cry

As it strikes its teeth 
The helpless prey begins to screech
Blood oozes like a forgotten fury
Pouring onto the floor that was once its glory

The prey's eyes look above
Pondering at the ceiling with pain yet love
Remembering the times it spent around
The merciful land that was once its ground
Walking on it with care and pride

While the evil begins to feed on that prey
It reaches the heart, turning it into clay
Tears begin to drop, scarring its cheek
Waving goodbye to the morning's speak
For that treacherous creature has struck
And into the prey's interiors it dug

This unmerciful monster shattered a heart's love 
and into its organs it dove
It is the villain that always forces a tear to drop
For it is indifference that fills one's crop