Saint Satanyahu, a patron saint of death and deep sorrow in the world today.
You are a vampire among men and a devil among angels.
Saint Satanyahu, the world today is in pain and deep sorrow because of the darkness of your soul.
Savior of the fewer West, but enslaver of the world and Unforgettable serial killer.
In the rivers of the Middle East, you have spilled blood , found guilty by the Church of ICC.
But shielded by your spoiled sisters Amerigo and Europa,the impunity enjoyed.
Saint Satanyahu, the world is in tears having you walking through it.
You have left a painful imprint on the consciousness of humanity.
You have brought Darkness upon this world, but the world shall see light again..!!!
By Chanda Katonga.
Categories:
enslaver, sorry,
Form: Free verse
In the course of predator and prey, there's a constant fight.
Amidst wild beasts, there's the rationale of might is right.
The might overpowers the weak. Vice is bound by virtue.
The enslaver is enslaved by you. Laurels are your due.
Deceit and fraudulence are weapons of the opponent.
Plunder and loot of hearts are parts of his soul's component.
Though guards his house fully armed, are his life and mammon safe?
His stronghold, by the stronger, should not waste into a waif.
Satan and strong man, you had put into the same balance.
Stronger was your sacred strength, which was beyond all malice.
Grasp of the strongman Satan's got smashed in your stamina.
Vesting the weak and wrecking the strong were your phenomena.
Fully armed, in his own house, could Satan win over you?
Word by word and deed by deed, you dazzled him through and through.
Categories:
enslaver, jesus,
Form: Sonnet
blood drips down my sickly body.
blade like a brush dancing across my delicate skin.
painting a lovely picture.
a puddle of blood and tears pooling at my feet.
this is how i go.
at the command of the blade, my lover.
my enslaver.
Categories:
enslaver, abuse, age, america, angst,
Form: Free verse
I wouldn’t say that life is fair, but sometimes the wind blows in our favour. We do sense tension in the air, every time life issues a disclaimer. In life you may be coerced, in to becoming a self blamer.
What bitterness and grief has life in store for me? If only my good deeds redeem me from being a shamer. You may mock me for what I am today, but tomorrow to your deeds you will be a claimer.
Whatever good you do along the way, will come back to save you when you need acclaimer. On earth you have no time to spare, on your target you should be the aimer. Life can be shocking sometimes, but no need to be the exclaimer.
It’s little things that do count in life, if to your soul you want to be a tamer. A friendly smile or a nod of the head, to your self-esteem you will be a reclaimer. Or a kind word that might earn you respect, or for which you could enter the hall of famer.
Honour your word and gain peoples hearts, to your reputation it won’t be a restrainer. Seek wisdom in the womb of life, to your dignity it will be a maintainer. Don’t sell your soul for what it’s worth, unless you want humiliation to be your enslaver.
Saleh Ben Saleh
Categories:
enslaver, care, courage, deep, encouraging,
Form: Rhyme
Sounds of Silence !
Where did it all go wrong ?
What brought on this Silence ?
Bitter is the taste of cold, gray winds of silence.
A formidable force that harbours shadows.
Shadows fragment, splinter, dissipate with times passing.
Time becoming the purveyor of so many questions.
Questions that receive no answers from the wind,
receive no answers from the unlit halls of silence.
Silence, enslaver of the story that could be told.
A story Silence has deemed to never set free,
remaining buried deep within its sarcophagus.
No birth realized from that prevailing, cold wind.
Still born is the essence, the heart of the story.
Yesterday, now flying upon the wings of history.
Those yesterdays will, it seems, never metamorphose
into a future, not any kind of actively shared future
as the story rides bareback upon the cold winds of Silence.
I am truly unable to fathom the essence, of this silence,
the depth of thought, of experience that gave it birth.
I know not the currents that drove all upon the jagged edge.
B. J. “A ” 2
March 25th 2019
Categories:
enslaver, friendship,
Form: Free verse
The harness moans creaking in the softness
Clasping the free falls in pure nakedness
Enchanted the mace ends light-up at edges;
Enslaver to be in true warrior mode:
A mans world you endeavor to cross now,
Tread softly as you step crushing a heart
Beware you the males’ silent killer;
Consort and make this world safe for mankind.
Together to kiss in joy of love drips,
Go over or under the bridge in flips;
Ecstasy tracking each others in bluffs:
'Cricketjeff' deflated watches decoy skits.
Categories:
enslaver, fantasyworld,
Form: Free verse