Best Sadists Poems

A picture appeared on my phone today,
on the proverbial page I perused.

A view of an evil most vile,
villainy veiled behind verve and vim.

Sadists from Auschwitz,
smiling in a storm.
Shoulders shrugging,
to shield from the sky.

No hint of the horrors,
the Holocaust they heralded.
Not haunted like the humans they...

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I believe in freedom
I believe in love
I believe in all things
Sent from up above

I don't believe in hatred
I don't believe in pain
I don't believe that's it's ok
To play a deadly game

Then they get the knives out
And cut you to the core
While all the sadists
Just laugh...

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Scientists open many bodies
to please the skeptics, like fathers proving
there are no monsters hidden beneath
the heart's sticky bed. No soul. No ghost. Just 
organs in metal pans.

Serial killers open many bodies
to please themselves, like sadists proving
it is not flesh that screams, but the heart, 
the...

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PSYCHOTIC JOURNEY
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


Feeling really beat,  I went to bed early last night
Suddenly awakened feeling something’s not right
There was total darkness, I was not in my room
Lying on a cold flooring, with a feeling of doom
Hearing moans and murmurs the sounds of pain
Someone close...

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The Voice Within 
Truth is a beautiful bird that seeks the light of knowledge
but it also has sharp talons to grab hold of and expose lies,
and falseness that dissipate in the sight of veracity.

But are all truths good for everyone isn´t there moments 
in life...

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What is freedom?
The brief period of anarchy between the last tyranny and the next?
Are we free if we cannot see the cage?
Or feel the chains?
What if our masters lengthen our leashes?
Only to tighten their hold at a whim?
How can we be free without rule of...

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There's gonna be a Freaker's Ball,
tonight at the Freaker's Hall.
Everyone's invited one and all,
so come on ladies grease your lips 
grab your hats and swing your hips
and don't forget to bring your whips. 
I'll take you to the Freaker's Ball.
Blow your whistle, bang your gong,...

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What is it, this royal and ancient game
  that gets in your blood and under your skin?
That invites in men’s hearts a peaceful aim
  till you shank one and your head starts to spin.
Not just a game for sadists and man-boys
  though...

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be proud… and suffer
hate… and you will burn in hell
repent and save the world

True friends in life, not family, who are of course the best. No, friends on the other side of the fence, the ones you learn to trust. The shame with the latter...

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A. W. Nutter

Consciousness in full retreat
Body surrendering to fatigue
Spiritual takeover is complete 
Viewing a hallway of intrigue

The corridor seems endless
On each side, doors aligned
Physical body lays defenseless
Spiritual vacation in my mind

One word adorns each door
My inner ear, hears the names
 My image cowers on the...

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Dolphins have a language,
all their own,
...an homage.

Like the foreign tongue;
the language yet unknown,
...mothers,
name their dolphin children
...and give them homes;

...till their renamed or slaughtered.

(Whistle)

(Whistle)

Little whistle, swimming fins,
the crash of waves;
...take your kin afar away,
or they'll be captured
...and forced to slave.

All mothers love their young,
...dolphins have a...

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They talk about heaven
And life after death.
Ignorant, ironically
Of living instead.

They mutter about hell
And what lies beyond
Suffering every day
Sadists, all along.

For once someone told me
How moksha could be found
Tis "Living in the moment"
"Rooted to your ground"

I look around and wonder
How many of us do?
"Live in the...

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Sinners are winners,
and vice-versa

Killing the willing
and you don’t wash your hands

Doing bad ‘cause you’re sad
such bulls***, I say

We are sadists and masochists
just because we like to be

Practicing pain in bloodstains
on your carpet of lies

Sexing and hexing
is all wicked fun

What a shame is life’s game
but I...

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No matter how devoted one is to their chosen faith, they forget, or have never understood that it is not of their choice they worship their God, no he, or she chose them. All Gods or Goddesses have chosen one mortal to portray their beliefs,...

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For brave girls there is no sanctuary,
stormy waters spur us like waves,
echoes of silence decks our diary;
got guts, we have no path in graves. 

We are the womb of tomorrow,
the tomb of treats and terror;
sailing against the tides of sorrow,
not to be eroded by tidal...

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