I cannot compete with something as painstakingly glorious as you
Envy is but a humbling tumble down a steep, rocky hill
I am crushed in your fits of glory—your screaming for passion
My approaches are absolutely wrong
Therefore my communication is a weak, ransomed victim
Your poison arrow frog skin rubs against my exposed body
I happily accept my fate
For your beauty surpasses the ephemeral pain of the infectious reign
My erroneous, inevitable downfall
I hold you up—I feel the need to keep you tall!
Michael the Archangel did not insult you once, Lucifer
How then will I?
How can I possibly be higher than you?-
Why would I want to?
I admire your freedom
I simply disregard your macrodomes of ever-worshiped flaw
If I could allow myself, I would share in your glory
Only to add to it further
But as I am poisoned with the truth
I can only be your grounded pedestal
And though you flee from humility in its wake upon my brow
I realize everyday you are living for the grounded now
And I merely look to the unknown future
A place I dread where you unwillingly hold me up
Bonded in the ground with Death and Hades
You become my pedestal, and the worms my vineyard
My parasitic feet seer your glory
I am ever so sorry
I never wanted this renown
There was a time I do recall
When you overtook me in my sleep
I cried aloud in helpless acceptance
But soon I was forced in a croak of laughter
I felt your bitter poison
I felt pride at last
I thank you for it
I thank you for showing me
What I will never be
Provoke me no longer to praise your eternal existence
Generations of Evening take a hold of me now
And the fruit must be shared
On the border of the obscure wastelands,
In the depths of shadows and torments,
Far beyond the land of Never Was, Never Will
Is a place where I hold you, strong and silent…
As the shards of your sensitive sadness prevail,
Sifting the awaiting coals below,
I shall reflect slivers of your light upon the darkest woe!
I fight with the broken alliance within the dimmest coves,
I mean to pull you into Death’s demise
Where the pained poets prevail and the suns of justice arise
So that e’en the coldest of coals reach warmth!
Generating power so strong, that the gods step aside
As these diamonds-to-be burst into the light of day
Revealing your words of Always Was… and Always Will
The Black Diamond, once captive…finally free…though coal black still!
For Shadow Hamilton's Contest: Fighting Depression(poems for PD)
Her eyes showed me a way,
Her unique smile let my tears go away,
Her Beautiful face made me to say,
Is this Love, or what???
Started to have feeling of love,
Started to behave nicely and different,
Started to smile when there was no reason to smile,
Still, Is this Love, or what??
Tried to approach her, but felt belittled, lowly, shy,
Tried to ask her for date, but felt afraid, scared, shocked,
Tried to express my love, felt would be rejected, hurt, unheard,
Well still, Is this love, or what?
I can fix anything, why not this thing,
I can talk to any girl, why not this girl,
I can really convince anyone, why not this one,
Came before many girl, why not this girl.
Do please not tell me its just nothing,
Do tell me how to do something about this thing...Love,
Do tell me anything about this thing…Love,
Will there be rejection or appreciation??????????
You have my soul, but you have your fate
Whatever your words, I’m willing to take
You have my word; I’ll give you my breath
It’s like a chain that would never be break
You are my love with all my heart,
I’ll fight for you with all my might.
And in the way, you admire your goals,
You hold my hands, but not so close.
As you go to your chosen path,
I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart.
In the dark side, I leave behind
Within my faith, that you’ll arise
Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still
I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near
I accept my fate for what it does,
I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was?
You reach your goals, as you want to have,
Would you remind the man that gave what he had?
As you reach the stars, and be the one
Be a sun that shines its own.
After the rain, the rainbow comes,
Like dark in the moon, when the light flash
A glimpse from you at least a short
For then I knew my pain is worth.
You are the sibling of Darkness
Only representing all friendliness
but you're mistaken too much
You surround me with a clutch
You hide from liberation
But you somehow form your recreation
You extinguish my fear
and make things very, very clear.
Ode to Joy Life Brings.
By: Kitty Jones
The pain the sorrow
I’ll get over tomorrow
Oh what joy life brings.
In my life there is no sorrow.
I try to be insensitive
To all you’re wants and needs
And when you have an open wound
I try to make you bleed.
What is hope?
What is laughter?
What is happily ever after
The pain the sorrow
I’ll get over tomorrow
Oh what joy life brings.
Alas! We meet again!
We held fist against each other back then,
But once more now I see you,
And I am more than ready too.
Conceding to you my life,
For this conflict cannot be ceased by strife,
You are with the Divine,
And I thank you for the gift of extended Time.
Alas! My friend depart with me,
Guide me and give me the chance to be free,
Free from the clutches of life and its reality,
Grant me the feeling of eternal glee.
To my friends I say to you all,
Do not see my death as my own downfall,
For I am happy with my old friend who visits me now and then,
Let him do as he pleases for this is the fate of all men.
Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.
Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.
Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.
Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.
My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.
Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.
Why is Africa the dark continent?
Is it the skin, but this is skin-deep…
Is it the hope, which by faith we keep?
Is it the future, which we cannot see,
Or is it the label
That was given unfortunately?
When we in Africa
Look up at the bright blue sky
We see the hope and glory
In eyes about to die
When we in Africa
Live in poverty
We rely on Help that sets us free
To eternal wealth
When we in Africa
Get sick, we pray for God to heal
And our singular and faithful appeal
Sees many miracles
When we in Africa
Look at the world’s philosophy
Of smut and grime and flesh sublime
We are happy to be poor
When we in Africa
Pray for our brothers’ keep
We sink peacefully into our restful sleep
As worries do not keep us up
When we in Africa
Are pitied by the nations
As they build their careers in grimy subway stations
We pray for them
For the poor will be blessed
As the wide road gives you rest
But rest assured
You may be lured
To the (eternal) darkest continent!
From hell shrivelled hands and voices in the chilly night make appearance
Hand and voices of evil ugly gory demons
Evil that torments the soul day and night
This is the story of Arusha
Arusha the woman possessed by legion
Legion of demons
Demons of promiscuity and self destruct
Powerful destruct that engages the soul
Her soul is in the grip of the power of darkness
Darkness a sanctum of hell
Oh Arusha how hell has swallowed your soul
Arusha’s soul has become a battle ground
I feel pity for Arusha as she often lets out demonic shrills
Shrills that sends chills down my spine
Remember the evil hands and voices of torment
Its torment called insanity
Insanity without cure
Arusha now is now a companion of cocaine
Cocaine I am sure you know it
Its Satan’s concoction of dementia
Concoction that destroys the soul men
Men become slaves to the voices and hands of hell
As they seek the thrill of gothic
A potently evil thrill that kills the soul
Sending the soul to eternal damnation
The story of Arusha ended in suicide
Suicide is a deceptive medicine for tormented souls
I wept for Arusha
Senseless weeping: it was too late
I was mortified when I discovered her lifeless body
A body once full of life
A soul so beautiful
Her soul is now eternally damned
In peace may you rest Arusha
To see or not to see, past the illusion.
Of truth secretly whispered back and forth,
Shakespeare publicly fought between life and death
for pure amusement.
Within my thoughts, hope's not lost but found,
don't fight with fear use it.
Time is endlessly precious when our soul starts to lose grip.
Loose lips, wondering eyes, curious minds
in search of the light.
Collide in a beautiful place
where I am nothing
connected to everything
real matter cannot be erased.
All the days go by desperately,
Everyday is a day to be overcome,
I am struggling to get through them,
Just to live another day in agony.
I wish to come out victorious,
Of all the turmoil I have to bear,
Of all the pain that I go through,
Of the loneliness that grips my heart.
Each day passes by me unnoticed,
Each day has become my sworn enemy,
Each day I wish for things to change,
Everyday I pray for a miracle to happen.
I hope to get through this unharmed
Without a scar to remind me of this
This story I wish to end well or let me be
Without any expectations of what will be.
An ode to.......
Drifting through my mind like an elemental
You seem a waking dream of color and light
The moments are spontaneous and incidental
Only remnants illuminated particles of plight
Devastation it lingers the pain is instrumental
Spasms scarring and blurring my vision white
Mingled with words the effects detrimental
The breath of reason with wings take flight
Leaving my dreamlike thoughts fragmental
The days bleed and fuse to the dark of night
The voices lost in anger always judgmental
Lingering in confusion and madness in delight
Jealousy burns the soul but only incremental
Eternal seems the burden internal is the fight
The scope of my part denial is monumental
Truth to me is a dream no longer in my sight
The intent not intended the result accidental
Sadness weighed heavy with a warriors might
My young heart was scared and temperamental
In my leaving in my heart I know I wasn’t right
Years stream by our love glows in the sentimental
Its resonance beckons memories of you held tight
Heartfelt lush dreams of our love transcendental
Longing from afar as my words fade like candlelight
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poem By THOMAS LAM HSI
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!
Oh, that crackling thunder, my ears torn asunder,
That folded mural in the sky-
It glistened and gleamed, like jewels on high,
I marvelled at my passage, until my victim drew neigh.
That fair-haired maiden, a youthful lass AT BEST,
I would de'er enter her vessel-
And lay my wizened body to rest,
Upon such sweet innocence, I'll leave her torn and regretful.
I've searched within my old sinful heart,
These many sweet wenches, I do now recall-
But my only regret, is one day will I die,
Oh, my crackling thunder, 'tis gone and lost for all.
I'm but a vapored cloud,
Drifting and planing night and day-
But now I'm an image lost,
My family so far away.
An ode to a witch, INDEED,
It could have been so hea-ven-ly-
But a stitch in time,
Ne'er leaves its rhyme, as I did so hap-pil-y!
My poetry ignites a giant flame, that begins to flow, and continuously grow.
I enter the morbid mind of that legendary name, and I hear the demonic laugh of Edgar Allen
My poetry is like a continuous fire, fueled by a huge dose of inspiration.
This legendary poet wraps me in barbed-wire, taking me back to his generation!
A wicked grin, as I push my writing pen across the white blood spotted page.
Hypnotized, I am baptized in the blood of his sin, thus begins the dark rage!
Demonic thoughts take over me, and my personality is metamorphosed to the dark side.
As I read Poe's Poetry, I'm consumed by his energy, and I metamorphose from Dr. Jekyll to
My poetry opens unknown doors, and follows that dark path of Edgar Allen Poe.
The couplet's are blowing up like C-4, and swimming in a bloodbath of woe!
The creativity comes from deep within, and I see Poes poetry in my mind's eye.
I'm swallowed into obscurity for my sin, and the poetry in me follows the way of the Samurai!
So as I'm continuously inspired, I'll keep writing till I come to the end of the rainbow.
And although the great poet has expired, I'll keep fighting to promote the works of Edgar
Since the Time of Dawn,
The World Was Enriched with Nuclear Spawn,
For the Greatest Discoveries … are achieved at the Cost of Great Scientific Atrocities!
For the Enter the World of Fear,
It will consume all you hold so Dear,
For in this World there are Monsters …
Kaiju, the Prehistoric Ancient Horrors,
Children of the Palaeozoic,
Surviving Extinction long after the Mesozoic,
Years of Fighting,
And Demands of Surviving,
Yet only One be fit to Rule,
Of the Kaiju School…
The Child of Rivers of Radiation.
The World Shakes in Fear in Tension,
For Mutated and Towering … he is Full of Wrath!
The Streets and Buildings Only Crumble .. Victims in Despair in his Path…
Big-G Spreads a Message Warning the Weakness of Humanity,
Only Destructive Propensity!
Yet Always he Returns, Renewed and Ready for a Score,
The Biggest of the Wars,
The Radiation Currents … the Strong Powerful Presence,
For the Anger and the Evil,
Are you contending with a Devil?
For You be Mistaken,
For He is the Prehistoric Past,
The Rage and Destruction come yet so Fast!
The Environment and Corruption of Nature,
Unleashed a Nuclear Creature,
You could call him a Dinosaur,
Yet he be no mere Tyrannosaur,
Earth’s Greatest Challenge yet also Hero,
His Atomic Breath of Death makes him like Nero,
Yet the Kaiju King … for all Destruction He Sings,
Yet Peace Too He Can Bring…
Perhaps one could ask … is he also a Benevolent Creature?
Yet whilst he may be Atomic Fury,
He too can Protect Humanity,
Obstacles or Kaiju he can Defeat,
Alas! He shall NEVER RETREAT!
For he may be a Killer Gargantuan,
Against Common Enemies of Godzilla and Man,
For one must not test games with Nature,
For Nature’s Answer is a Great Power…
Alas – GODZILLA THE KAIJU KING … is THAT VERY POWER,
His Bellowing Skreeornk … Marked the Vital New Clear Hour …
Just now the sun is set
Leaving behind a blank cloud
Then another scene evolves
Alerting the nocturnal world
To the clarion call
A world gloomily and dimly lit
For the brightness of albino’s lens
And the sharpness of bats’ and rabbits’ sight
And a host of nocturnal beings’ activities
Then, also signals the concert
Of the croaky and coarse ones
Down in the muddy arena
And without the dark beauty
Giving our world a spreadsheet
That parades array of stars
The sky playing host to million of
Galaxy guests from the Milky Way
Which cast men spellbound
With their splendor and grace
That lit up our world abright and aglow
And give us a view
That of the upper storey
Of the little wonders of creation.__________
That evil bloom that blossomed
from your lips,
and grew to sprout ,I love you
up my spine,
those tendrils twining
from your fingertips
into the primal levels of my mind
Your dark creative spirit reaching out,
to pull me in to find my life renewed,
the price to pay is worth the pain I find
to gain a love with power so imbued
my muse ,a lodestar shining through the night,
has fallen to the earth in ashes lost
now in your eyes I see a fearsome light
and I succumb regardless of the cost.