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The Troll
‘An interesting guy I think,’ People might say on meeting you for the first time, Oh yes, I’ve come to know you too well. Thank God for the Internet, Although there are bodies in your wake, And stench follows you like a garbage scow There is protection for many in distance from, In the miles of wire, the waves of wireless Communication, and so like a deer Caught in the headlight of your amazing ego, [Fashioned by the fires of Hell (like Gollum’s ring) And as empty as the devil’s soul], They stand frozen for a moment, Throwing it off finally, the vision of their own death Shaking their heads in wonder, ‘What just happened?’ It’s like the first lesson your mother tries to teach, ‘Be careful who you choose as a friend,’ A cautionary tale for adults too. ‘Fire does burn’ even when you reach adulthood, All that sparkles is not gold, my friend, And a ‘nom de plume’ like Talvia Sprinkles, Just one more bush the troll hides in. Sometimes that strange feeling that you have Is actually another human? being? peeing on your soul The golden shower they offer, however, Does not assuage your guilt (which is real, so what?) You’ve just been sold a bill of goods, Dr. Killdeers Magic Elixir, a not so benign fixer. If you have been in this dark place of the soul And saved by Satan not in fact being God, Then rejoice my friend in God’s provision In youth or childhood, you did something good? Do more, bear witness of your weakness to others, Not to mortify your own flesh (God knows you’re sorry) But so that those with ears to hear (also God’s gift) Perchance will themselves not feel so alone. Remember that half-truths strung together like pearls Are still sh**, if you’ll pardon the expression. ‘If it sounds to good to be true it isn’t,’ Remember only God knows your soul, Satan is just a very experienced guesser And revels in our penchant to deny our own sin. His wisdom does not serve the greater good. Do not look for truth among the cold stones Of the temple that once stood at Delphi either, Or trust any oracle that does not bend his knee To the living God, the creator of us all. It is your life, it is your responsibility, Don’t parrot Cesar’s surprised last words As a ‘friend’ slipped his knife into Cesar’s heart, ‘Et tu, Brute?’ You have been warned! Brian Johnston September 26, 2014 Poet’s Notes: The Troll now joins what I am calling ‘My Ring Trilogy’ and completes this cycle very well I think, though I had no idea I was writing a trilogy when I started it many months ago. ‘God is Great!’ Hope that you find it interesting too! All three poems while not written to attack Merov Tachgovirian specifically, do in my humble opinion describe him all most perfectly by accident as it were. Perhaps because he uses my verse as a sick goal for his own life, lacking the imagination to come up with his own game plan for a truely evil life. On PoemHunter.com there is a poorly implemented rating system that if allowed by each individual poet, allows visitors to the poet's site to rate each poem from 1 - 10. Used in its intended manner, this allows visitors to my site for example, to easily see which of my 200+ poems have been the most popular so far. This can be a nice tool for a visitor when he/she comes to my site for the first time. I use it myself quite frequently in this way, not really a gauge of true quality but at least a crude measure of popularity. What Merov and his like are doing are doing on PoemHunter is to, without regard for the poem at all, to give the poem MULTIPLE VOTES of 1.0 which can bring the 'average rating' of a poem that has been given 4 votes of 10.0 for example whose average rating should in fact be 10.0 down considerably. I had one poem like this that Merov gave 8 votes of 1.0 to (in a 24 hour period). So doing the math, 40 normal points + 8 Merov points equals 48 points in total. You divide that by th number of votes cast 12 votes and now the poems average rating is 4.0 and not a perfect 10.0 that it should be. Merov can do this because he joins a site with multiple false identities and then uses these membership votes as a base from which to launch attacks on others. A note in passing to honor the 'Walking Dead' among us (Hi Merov): Well apparently PH has banished you from it’s halls and once again because of your amazing ego (your greatest weakness and most devastating weapon), and, of course, the pornographic language you use to comment on other's poems. If you have not been attacked by people like him, count yourself lucky. If you do not care about the pain that he brings to others by this behavior, then count yourself his victim already. ‘Talvia Sprinkles’ and ‘Jimmy Tuhans’ (nom de plumes he used recently on PH) may be history, but Merov certainly is not. There are an infinite number of internet ‘nom de plumes’ for him to hide behind, more sites will be attacked, more sites and feelings damaged by his misinformation and scurrilous comments. Do not dream that evil is not real. Good men may lay down their arms, even admit defeat, admit that they were wrong. Evil never does. The suffering of others is its only goal.
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