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Evil Song Poems | Evil Poems About Song

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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 | Rhyme | |

Troll Song

We are the tintinnabulating trolls
To the rock rock bottom of our nonexistent souls.
Madder than the maddest hatter,
Hear us bellow, bray, and bleat;
And we prattle pitter-patter
In our jabberwocky chatter
To a bumbulating beat.
See us zim zam zoom
As we're going bim bam boom
In an onomatopoeia that so rhythmically rolls.
We're the trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls.
We're the truly tintinnabulating trolls.

We are the tintinnabulating trolls
With our xenophobic hearts lit like black burning coals.
Hate and anger are our teachers
So we squabble, squeal, and squirm.
We are misbegotten creatures—
With the ugliest of features—
Lower than the lowest worm.
In these premises
We're unrivaled nemeses;
And we burrow furrow mindless like some misanthropic moles.
We're the trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls.
We're the truly tintinnabulating trolls.

We are the tintinnabulating trolls
From compassion and goodness we're at opposite poles—
So devoid of any scruples.
On stupidity we feed.
As our villainy quadruples
We're the most attentive pupils
To insatiable greed.
See us bash bing bang.
Hear us clatter clash cling clang
As we crash upon the shallows of malevolented shoals.
We're the trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls.
We're the truly tintinnabulating trolls.

We're the trolls trolls trolls,
The incorrigible trolls.
We're the trolls trolls trolls.
We're the horrigible trolls.
We're the irritating, aggravating, fascinating trolls.
We're the wrangulating, jangulating, strangulating trolls.
We're the trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls.
We're the truly tintinnabulating trolls.


– Harley White  

< 1987 >

[From my version of “East of the Sun and West of the Moon”]


Details | Rhyme | |

The Twilight Moor

Gazing out upon dusky barren moor,
Where gray grass grasps the air
Finding no purchase but sad allure
Straight stalks elapse their endless despair.

Teased by tales of golden reach
Tricked by gales, whose song they preach.

Redtail’s velvet wings breach the sky,
Maroon lips who kiss the grass
Stirring the song, its desperate sigh
Catching the words, her beak of crystal glass

Behind her, midnight shadow draws
Fells her beauty with unseen charcoal paws

Scarlet tears dampen the earth below
Nurture the roots held by dusty truth
Finally, the wind, gray grass’ will bestow
The hawk once, now the fountain of youth.

Litany of silence reigns in dusky glare,
Each blade bowed in mournful prayer.


Details | Lyric | |

evil woman

cut into me cut into me
slice me with your stare 
i can feel every tear
as you rip right threw my soul
cut into me cut into me
cut into me cut into me

evil women, your evil ways
cant hide from you, your devil gaze
voodoo magic
cant break the spell
evil women 
born in hell
cut into me cut into me
cut into me cut into me

exorcism,free  my soul
haunted body, haunted home
cant lock the door
she has a key
ball and chain, set me free
cut into me cut into me
cut into me cut into me


Details | Lyric | |

The Journey Home

Everything around me just doesn’t feel real
Nobody can understand how I really feel
There’s gotta be more to life than this
Everything is leaving me in such a bliss

It feels like everyone is tearing me so far down
Even if I scream it seems like no one hears a sound
This all feels like a world of nothing
Falling so fast not being able to hold on to something

Listening to every single word that people say
Only is taking me to my own dismay
Trying to get out of this mess
Maybe this is only a test

Hoping to find something meaningful in this world of hurt
Not matter what I do I need to stay alert
Out in this lonely dark place
Hoping to find at least one decent face

Time is running so thin 
Now I’m getting worried from within
This evil creature is staring into my eyes
Implanting such terrorizing lies

No matter how much I scream
I can’t escape this evil dream
Living in this cold and lonely place
Terrors I must always face

The only thing that gets me through
Is knowing one day I’ll be saved and be with you
Now I’ll just sit here and pray
Praying with me you’ll always stay


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 | |

Evil Game

reasons for the 6 oclock news
on the look out for the missing children
the song and dance of the slaughter
never understood my own perverse innocence as i felt watched over

syndicate of music, drugs, blackmarket sex
Royally intimidated
mental health overwhelmed overthrown
4 million people listening to your pentagon remover

underneath this umbrella
a better song and dance
waiting for the moment we hear the stories of the found adults

their pieces fit
a lifelong torture of the underground celebrity

the sickness they endured and understood
so you would remember and want to come home