War
Brewing
On the verge
With one own self
Mirror tells no lies
Staring back in despair
Heart races with time in hope
The demon in me does not wake
From the deep slumber of my conscience
Breaking the shackles of my remorse
To prey on the less suspecting
And rejoice at their anguish
Avenging every scar
Inflicted on me
And returning
To dust; Yields -
To death;
Peace.
cloaked in a cover of kindness, my kindred conceals
conniving, colluding: their kiting of attacks
armored afar, yet still arduous against the arbiter
artful at-large he is, with his argumentative farce
mounting malice upon the mournfully mild or mundane,
masquerading as the meek and the moral
trust in the avenging nimbus, avowing its subsistence
my turn will come
On this faithful day
Sudden gunshots everywhere
People running scattered
It's a dispute in my city
Gunshots everyday
So many innocent lives were taken unlawfully
People dies everyday just like mayflies.
Houses were burnt down
Leaving many homeless
Endangering so many lives
Agony everywhere
But the killing continues, no seizing of fire
Participants giving scores within themselves
Scores of numbers of the people they've killed.
Circle keeps repeating
Everyone avenging, death of their lost ones
It was a blood bath, until there was a victor
Prominent men in the city
Involved the government and more
Just like karma always visits, educating and repaying
Peace at last, amidst grief and vengeance
Welcome to the coolest city in the world.
Self devourer
Bitter feelings
Ranging
From past or present incidents
Making you intense or dangerous.
Anger is danger
Always leaving you bitter
Your actions
Determines the end result
Either it better you or it bitter you
For every action, there's a ripple effect.
Anger
It disrupt your health
It disrupt your sense of reasoning
Furiously avenging
Without discernment
Leads to regression
Causing emotional distress
Control your anger, so you don't disrupt yourself.
War a
very easy to begin
Many decades to fight
Blood on the dance floor
Bullets tar tar tar, just like instruments
Bomb bom bom bom, like music
Bang Bang a speaker
Fire fire fire
Louder the leader
Commander
Army
Furiously avenging
At a sight
Of an
Enemy
Firing weapon
Weapon of
Hate and
Destruction
Destroying
To survive
Just to breath
in
Another
As
Sacrifice
for pain
Input
In you for
Your
quest
For
Power
Audacity
Do as
I say
Kill as
Much as
You can
Is that
A legacy
For the
Next Generation?
Generation
You claims
To protect
Just for
Selfish
Goals
How many more?
Lives to go
Refusal to
Go their way
Commander
without order?
Ordering without
Resolution
For healing?
Pains
Terrors
anguish
Bruises
Disaster
Hollering
Beasts
And more?
How dare you
Vibrate war
When you
Know
It cost
Sometime
Eternity
Ages
Generations
Passed
Does anything
Function
Absolutely
Amidst war?
God bless
Peacemakers?
Courageous
Without fear
Fear of dogs
Barking at
The wolf
afar
Coast
In the
Jungle
A sick
Lion
Goats
Can't
Match
Undisputed
Attributes
Roaring
In silence.
I never asked to be born,
so these sins leave me torn,
between living and dying.
I'm laughing, but begin crying,
because I've lost all affection
for my mirror's reflection.
You think... I'm just a psychopath,
as you don't understand my wrath.
Such judgement, leads me on a warpath,
as voices tell me to start a bloodbath!
These pills offer no remedy,
so my heart's not beating steadily.
so, I stab the world and let it bleed.
Hey death, increase your speed,
avenging angels have been freed,
and I'm not one who's gonna plead.
Damning demons provoke my mind,
to behave in ways that aren't kind.
Revenge will turn one blind,
when fate has been sealed and signed.
I can't leave retribution behind,
as forgiveness has been declined.
Destiny calls my name loudly,
Satan claims I've sinned madly,
hounds of hell devour me badly.
I'll give you my soul gladly,
keep on smiling sadly
and accept my fate proudly..
You left at the first flicker of dawn
as the pioneering rays of Sun
diluted the chaotic dark of night
and the morass of words exchanged.
I would have, if not for my dead legs
followed, at least crawled
but you had gone before, and returned.
Dragging my cold body toward the switches
I should have considered you lost,
but time is an endless breeze
that blows over the ghosts of steam
avenging that which our tempers kill,
and leaving in its wake, just the regret
of those two words that needn't have been said.
I should have considered you lost
even as my stomach rumbled in angst,
silenced by the cool dread of the sight
of the idle lemony shade on the doorway
without a singular shadow to break it
nor even your voice to let me know
I shall have you with me tonight.
The Life Of A Valiant Knight In King Arthur's Court
There within the postern side of a hairy night
Fumbled the great hero with his sharpened sword
His valor never questioned, he knew no fright
not even anger and pain of avenging hordes
All that red-blood spilt and enemy destroyed
His courage always a stout stallion on display
Long Bow, sharp sword and keen knife, tools he employed
And the beauty of pure courage with little pay
As knight he knew to honor his master and God
To fight for divine goodness and a righteous cause
Truth, bravery evident wherever he trod
Only helping those innocent gave he good pause.
A most courageous knight and a valiant quest.
Serving only truth, light and God that he knows best.
Robert J. Lindley, Jan 1st 1971
Age 17 years old
Note: Doubts are there, if King Arthur really existed.
He does my friends, as I have seen him often in my dreams.
Feel its fury
hear it roar
Avenging Angel
vengeance born
Apostatic
idols vain
Bear the sentence
its will proclaims
Chants of guilt
awaken sinners
From their dark
infected dreams
O’er the mountains
to the ocean
Heaven’s rage
—its verdict screams
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
Muladhara
Move about the grass
Uniting the link between heaven and earth
Landing and connecting task by task
Angels hear my cry and I rejoice
Devoting my mind to the unknown
Having faith because I have spiritually grown
Angels geared up for battle
Reassurance to my soul
Avenging stories that were left untold
I’ll never forget the day I was born.
It started out just like any other.
It was a time of joy and time to mourn.
It was the day that I lost my mother.
I was born from a cloud high in the sky.
She was pregnant with me and black as night.
She knew that soon it was her time to die,
But she held on to me so very tight.
When she just couldn’t take it anymore,
She opened up with a thunderous crack.
As she wept out loud and started to pour,
She lost the life she would never get back.
I came out screaming and began to form.
I felt bad for those who were in my path.
I became history’s very worst storm:
Best take heed of a son’s avenging wrath.
Just what are we to make of the angelic,
Afresh from battle, bearers of good news?
A construct quaint, a worn-out, ancient relic
Of bygone days the church just needs to lose?
No infant cherubs splashing 'mid fresh founts,
Limbs delicate and mirthful in the sun,
Scripture portrays more ominous accounts:
Isaiah, David, Daniel, all undone.
They barred up Eden's door with flaming sword,
Of Balaam, made an ass ere he did heed,
And, most feared, came avenging for the LORD.
But when the host proclaimed God as our need,
The tides they brought, of joy, not dread or fear,
With one great voice announced, "The King is here!”
Blood-soiled hands waiting for a mere barrage!
Soldiers in camouflage
Who had at hapless souls fired in a fuselage,
Several times hitting the four- times smart mirage;
In their honest opinion avenging a sabotage,
When they were time killing in their ménage
And some dropped- from- the- air soldier
Wasted the president’s entourage
Dispatching Spoke person Roger…
But it was some other fingers still blood-red
That did the killer triggers massage
Turning out some twenty for the death bed!
Floaters crisscross blinking eyes.
After a brief scientific analysis
it is concluded that an invasion of minute
alien spacecraft has occurred.
An optician assures:
these aberrant phenomena are perfectly normal
for a non-perfect being.
Unverified estimates of an unknown illness;
projections of billions of invasive germs follow,
tank-like organisms working overtime
to smash through flesh and plasma
reigning shock-shells of dissolution
onto peace loving white knights.
It is to be hoped that microbial
barbaric and brawny hosts
of avenging bacteria will soon
assault these malignant besiegers
from the rear. Surprise attacks
from all sides
until the munching, mad
germs in their pointy Prussian war helmets are
subdued, but it’s touch and go
it can turn out either way.
The day is spent ignoring
simple explanations of ocular spots
knowing for certain only infected spacecraft
can possibly maneuver like that.
Feature cannot function
Humanity one more level
Yet all is unseen
The problems dwell
Partial gesticulation
Fungi never grow tall
Subjugation kicks in
Avenging the tall
An eye cannot lighten
An ear indifferent to all
A cranium starved of brain
A tongue talks it all
The skin appeals stain
A nose cannot repel
The grime & unclean!
Entire entity just a scandal.
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