Best Perdition Poems

POLITICIAN PERDITION

Do you find yourself analytical
When it comes to things political
Corpulent men in suits and ties
Cheat with promises and lies

With true intent we go to vote
To make choice of ass or goat
Labor, Nationals, Libs and Greens
Strut their stuff like Kings and Queens

Have you met an...

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THERE ARE THOSE OF US WHO ARE "IN' 'THE SON OF GOD" WHO IS "IN",GOD "THE CREATOR" AND SENT US A SAVIOR,AS "CREATOR"!!!! THERE ARE THOSE WHO ARE "IN",THE SON OF PERDITION",WHO HAVE LOST THEIR SOULS!!!!  JUDGEMENT IS ALWAYS TEMPERED OR TENDERED WITH "MERCY"...

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Less than twenty-four hours after dashing off a poem 
   explaining why i wanted to die
found me experiencing physical duress vis a vis, 
   a bowel movement wherein waste unable to expel 
   from the anus of this guy
which...

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In tears that feign to be a slave with deeds
That mourn my life and ousts the face of peace
These sad bells ring with cries for now I grieve
And bow my head because I cannot cease

I choose the weight of ton and gloom of ache
To lay...

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after 'Berck-Plage' by Sylvia Plath

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A sheet of glass, this expanse of water.
How its tranquillity mocks my unrest.

Bloated beachballs and balloons
travel the park and float from diminutive hands.

Bodiless voices call in the sun
and bounce off these sizzling surfaces.

It is not surprising I wear cool clothing
and masquerade...

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The apostate looked out his window,
and started to believe 
As genuflecting pylons, 
sent ramifications through the trees
Chaos looked at reason,
was it about to make a plea
I see Satan’s raising an army 
or so the nihilists agreed

The Crier rang his Leper bell, 
‘our town’s a Godless...

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With the advent of those with devious intent
To serve own greed, a heaven torn apart
A shift into darkness, perpetual, distend
A vendetta, to burn through generations, sparked

Once bound by the seal of love, of empathy
A Cultivation that boasted of intrinsic diversity
This brotherhood that cherished in peace...

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A life on ships, a–sailing
A–rolling on the sea
Misspent days and misspent nights
Ol' Davey Jones and me
A wayward list, to starboard, boys
A leeward tack we found
We'll spend our days on the briny sea 
And our coin in the Holy Ground

From first light, in the morning
I'm a...

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Doomed,
grotesque,
decaying
corpses ~ swollen,
swarming with maggots,
emit agonizing 
screams while Hell claims their damned souls.
Mangled bodies gasp their last breath. 
Bloody corpses hang, blackened ~ pus-filled.
Vile laughter echoes: Satan reigns supreme.


God’s light shines down on me ~ shows me the way.
When I kneel to pray, He sends...

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The faith in me has been a victim of my soul's strife, 
To the God above us full with life, 
I am no longer an optimist when it comes to my fate, 
Destiny and freewill do not matter to me anymore as of late. 

To...

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I've feasted with killers and fasted with kings
I've been naked and hungry
I've worn diamonds and rings
I've done deeds of desperation where the crooked do their crimes
I've been to Perdition on up to Paradise

I've been up to Heaven and I've been down in Hell
In the valley...

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Rollin' thru the 'hood
in his signature gangsta lean
Ridin' dirty with a Mag clip,
blowin' out his favorite Tupac scheme

Poetic justice he never liked,
his 9-mil wrote his Caesar Palace demise own
Raised on a rough road ---
Hell was always gonna be his retirement home

He embraced the thug life,
he...

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The Man is lying naked.
This filthy pavement is his abode.
The Man is emaciated and famishing.
And he never begs for alms,
Proud and conceited.
The road is busier than ever.
No one takes interest in him.
No one catches a glimpse at him.
And a few feign not having seen him...

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Imagine: hearing the scraping as nails harsh against, their walls
Creche preludes sensing this foreboding; crawling, past these veins ?
Sanctum sanctorum and macabre's, man-of-war his abomination peering
Stepping-stone hallucinations; intuitive marked it's beast ? Ancient's, six'pence....
Monere, a child's eyes prophetic tides omega: hideous, standing where they ought...

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Distancing does aid
To hide a veil of shame
Compartmentalize the sheep
To lull the wake to sleep
Unearthed the fled play dumb 
Circumvention follows through
Big brother saves a piece 
To call on those that eat the food
Take your shot or hit the road 
When then will they stop...

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