Which way leads to the
land of green white
Which way are we
A country the wicked
bears the rulership, and
the people sighing
A terrible thing sprouts
beneath the sun: a
Imps come to lime-light
by snuffing air from the
goose that laid the
The blind guiding the un
The weak suppressing
the strong-a terrible
Like the overthrow of the
gods at Mt. Olympus by
A country where also
thieves appear as men of
Land of green white
A land where the
enlightened ones are
peanuts given to them.
The masses are dogs that
eat the crumbs.
Which way to go you
Iliterates stand on
podium of power
bellowing orders as milk
of sorrow known as
dividends of democracy
is passed around.
The machine of progress
manned by the
"There is better
tomorrow" we hear.
Land of green white
where rule of law walk
The proles are sentenced
to adversity,and there
endured death-like trials.
Chai! Aru! People
dancing on thorns
whimpering as they
I see a new sun rising
from the horizon,hope is
rekindled as its rays
grace on hopeless bodies.
Look!! there soon be
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013
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
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
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.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
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.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
Sitting alone here,
all by myself,
looking at a reflection that I do not recall.
I see a face looking back at me,
but not my twin,
no I see a pale face,
I see jealously, pain, sorrow, and a frown
I see all the negative.
I see fear,
I see nothing.
I am sitting alone,
in my room
white walls surround me.
I hear the trains blow their horns off in the distance,
and the cars and trucks roaring down the lonesome highways.
I can even the crying and wailing of sirens
blazing down the avenues,
"Where is the fire, folks!?"
The wind blows through my window,
moving the blinds back and forth,
and I sit there alone,
smiling and singing a little.
Sitting there alone,
peaceful and tired
wanting to rest my head,
but scared too face the nightmares.
Too hear the voices of the dead
call out my name.
And I sit there alone
thinking of what once was,
beauty and harmony nomore
in my trial of certainty.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
Is life worth a try?
Would I be living a lie?
If I smile, would it break?
If I laugh, would it be fake?
I see the tears from the sky and me
See how self doubting I can be
The feeling of damp grass
The moment that's bound to last
The ways I could wash away
All the people who have gone astray
Is it me to blame?
When can my feelings be tame?
Why is this world so dark?
When can I actually make a mark?
The tears all fall down
Ive been given a permanent frown
Standing out is not a choice
Cant risk screaming with my voice
The sky is now dark blue
How many insults were true?
I wish I could be pure
They all hate me, I'm sure
All eyes watch me every move
So much that i want to prove
why do i still put up a fight?
Why shouldn't i just say goodnight?
i don't have anyone to miss
could death give me a dark ending kiss?
Is there a reason for me to be here?
I all i can feel is numbing fear
I just want to feel the sun shine
To feel happiness throughout my spine
But that is just a dream
That will float away with my desperate scream
Help is the word i always say
I ask for it everyday
And what do i get?
I pile full of regret
I think it's time
To end my faith, my suffering, my rhyme
Copyright © LIfe Taken The Wrong Way | Year Posted 2013
Halcyon hours hugging a sensuous sun,
Statuesque Sunflower sees no evil one.
Despite vapid jealousy and his cynical laughter,
Dancing a crepuscular collaboration around her,
The exuberant flower sees no sombre shadow
In this opulent and sonorous image fools follow.
Ignoring his visceral anger and belligerence,
Observing only the pleasant penumbra of ignorance,
A desultory life with a stark and bitter view, she’ll meet
With a blinding love, 'til he’s exemplary and sweet.
29th January 2016
"See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil" contest, by Silent One, using the following ten words: Crepuscular, Desultory, Exuberant, Halcyon, Visceral, Cynical, Sonorous, Penumbra, Opulent, Jealousy
Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2016
With Christ… You Can Overcome!
One of the things I don’t understand,
Is the wickedness throughout this land.
I’ve often thought and have pondered.
How can this evil continue much longer?
It’s amazing what man will do to each other.
How people treat their sisters and brothers!
The Bible says that the heart is
wicked above all things.
We can testify to the destruction
an evil heart brings!
In all of this wickedness, sin and confusion…
There is an answer! There is a solution!
We’ll find eternal hope and a peace within…
As we come to Christ
and confess our sin!
Why not allow Christ to make you complete?
Lay your every burden and worry at his feet!
He’ll restore your life and wipe away your tears.
His perfect love will cast out your fears!
He’ll restore to you, what the enemy has taken.
With him by your side… You’ll not be forsaken!
Your heart will be strengthened and renewed!
His words of life are like “heavenly food.”
By the blood of the lamb… You can overcome!
Christ has the victory! The battle’s been won!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012
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.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
Hit Me with Your Best Shot - We are Orlando
A rainbow of all the droplets of color,
begins to run with a red that bleeds.
And from the sky it can mix any palette,
instead of parity and one of misdeeds.
The drinks are mixed in fun and joy,
as lanky men dance Hip Hop in form.
So young they live, despite brutal hate,
and also know, they're part of the norm.
The music peals, the voices double,
and laughter sings within their eyes.
Two women dance, a close hot Rumba,
they're young in age with spirits wise.
A bartender zips out the orders of shots,
for two Hot Damns and one Captain Coke.
Bring on five more of Irish Car Bombs,
it is last order up, with the shots, not a joke.
In the gray swirl of the dance by the girl,
and the dudes there, more happy than gay.
Hearing shots, not the drinks, no time to think,
as their bodies fall, the last breath in the fray.
Falling down like the movie, or empire!
Jumping fast, through a hole in a door.
Disappearing, becoming camouflaged,
to hide like an elephant stuck to the floor.
The man in the dark is unhinged and unstable,
he laughs at himself, the dying, their fears.
He's no martyr; his cause is but suicide,
to splash in their blood and dance in their tears.
Who bore the arms in protecting the innocent?
What ammunition or gun rang freedom's bell?
Was there life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness,
when at the nightclub, in Orlando, the last body fell?
By Edlynn Nau
© June 14, 2016
Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2016
My child, lost in the clutches of the Evil One -
believing that you must be the Evil Son;
Oh my child, my pure white heart breaks.
I look at you, caught
in your dark and solitary prison;
enslaved by a power too dark and too large for you
clawing at the walls of your soul.
I see you from my alabaster fortress,
from my righteous inheritance,
from my holy estate.
Poor disheveled bastard -
lying in society's gutter screaming
nobody seeing your soul
abandonment sealing your fate;
I attempt to shift my gaze
to something beautiful in my heavenly realm,
only to hear you weeping of a broken life
and crying of a broken heart.
My gaze is fixed upon your predicament;
I am caught in a moment of my Father's love
and it catches me unaware;
I was once in that gutter there.
Copyright © Heidi Boardman | Year Posted 2008
Past all the worldly abominations
And plans for eternal domination
On earth, engulfed in total disarray
A plea comes for chaos, now in decay.
The pursuit of the truth stands long and stout
To relinquish the grasp of hatred's plan
To bring a halt to evil's plan, a drought.
Now the immaculate rise has began.
Jealousy, corruption, greed, pride, and lust
Are factors bringing about the demise
To this world. These sins create much disgust
Too much more of it, and hell wins its prize
Of taking superfluous groups of man,
And ruling them to final damnation.
Have no fear, a luminous light appears
Commencing to change the evil being's gears.
Humans, as nature, are this evil brute.
Trashing Endlessly to fight the darkness.
But the answer, the pursuit of the truth,
Will come to suppress it with much success.
Copyright © Matthew Williams | Year Posted 2006
I fill for the parents as they dry there tears,
another husband,boyfriend, or offender ended young years,
every day a father holds a mother as she cries for they lost a child,
another day searching for the missing covering miles,
Welcome to the world out side,
no where is safe and there is no where to hide,
you teach them, tell them all that is evil and wrong,
now you sit trying to find the right funeral service song,
you as parents did nothing wrong and your kids they did evry thing right,
it was all evil that took an innocent life that night,
The war over sea's has left many to cry,
but back home it seams more and more of our young die,
there live's taken to soon by the worlds trash,
we live love and forgive now memories are all we have,
the news will move on to another missing child,
2,6,10,14,23 they only remember them for a while,
but me my heart won't heal for every time another child dies,
my heart rips as I watch grieving parents cry.
Copyright © michael romero | Year Posted 2007
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)
Copyright © Cole Beck | Year Posted 2006
You come to me, - wounded.
Pain shows within those darkened eyes,
that natural fire for life dampened.
I reach to you,
crane my neck to whisper -
sweet serenities unto your ear.
I gently soothe your skin,
listening, I take on board all you say.
I do not judge for I am not -
the mighty one!
The one who comes in strength and power in spirit.
I am friend of conscience -
No I am quieter,
the essence of soul within.
I'm a friend that stands strong
with your inner being;
that knows the real you
and how resolute you can be.
I am one who knows you can conquer
even the highest of mountains;
for not all people are the same.
Then how much more shall you be blessed
as you walk with strength, in light knowing
how much more love and kindness can defy all evils.
Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2009
"Do it, come on, what's the harm?"
I pondered, thinking, this raised alarm.
"You know you want to, it'll make you joyful!"
I sweat, pressured, I'd end up remorseful.
"God didn't mean what He said. Go ahead and do it, you'll be glad."
I clenched my fist fighting, I was getting mad.
He examined his nails and let out a laugh,
"God doesn't know all, He only knows half!"
I swallowed, swaying, shaking in my spot, was it just me or was it getting hot?
He tapped his foot glaring, watching me shake.
"He didn't really mean it-those rules are a fake!"
I furrowed my brow still keeping my stand.
There was something really wrong with this old man.
"Let me ask you something" he said, voice low,
"If God didn't want you to do something, would He not let you know?"
I thought over this, trying to think. I couldn't believe it! My conviction was starting to shrink.
"I cannot do it, God wouldn't be pleased."
"Ha! Why don't you be a man?" A fire lit behind his eyes, and I knew in that moment... I was going to die.
I drew in a breath, igniting passion to my soul.
"I'm sorry Deceiver but I have to go."
"I'm not finished I tell you! There's so much more to do!"
"Well I have nothing more to do with you!"
"Don't think for one moment I won't toy with you, come on now do what you know you'll eventually do!"
I started to once again question myself, oh how relief would spew but there has to be another view...but I give in.
Oh, but it was such a trick! And I am the one he had picked! He sneered and said,
"How do you think it makes God feel, to see His child causing themselves destruction? To think it's the only way to out! Of course you had to doubt!"
I had no response I was down.
How could this have turned around?
Now I'm lying on the ground.
In a gown of grief and shame.
"God, are you happy now? How could you of let this happen? If only you wouldn't have let him. What shall I do now, you wouldn't want me back, I disobeyed you and turned by back, will I ever be forgiven?"
"Child of mine, stand up off the ground. Wipe the dust off the bottom of your feet, for I know that you've been weak. Go, listen to him no more, for he is nothing but poor. I have opened another door freedom at last! Because I love you so much it will forever last."
Copyright © Krystal Steele | Year Posted 2016
Who's responsible for Wounded Knee,
Guernica, My Li, or the Holocaust?
Was it God or Lucifer? If God doesn't
prevent evil, how is He different from
the Devil who's accused of causing it?
Who created our Universe with all
its chaos, violence and death? Who
put mankind on Earth to destroy
the planet with its fauna and flora?
Was it Mother Nature? God? Satan?
If you don't know who Lucifer is—
just look into the mirror and you'll
at once recognize his familiar face.
the Prince of Darkness is in your
eyes, for he is just you and me....
You don't have to be a satanist,
a pessimist, an atheist or a fatalist
to recognize the Devil in your soul,
—pretending to be a holy angel
while carrying out his evil deeds.
Beelzebub has a demon put aside
for you and me and everybody else.
A devil who's taking over your body,
your soul and your entire world.
Aren't people the Devil's children?
Copyright © Ross Vassilev | Year Posted 2016