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This Magical Place

This Magical Place

In a place mystical, in an age so long ago
In a scene where all life flourish and grow
In a time so strange, changing within the blink of an eye 
In an era of uncertainty, confusion of how all this apply

What is in the truest of heart that beats within all souls
What is in all those worrisome thoughts that take control
What is in all those queries that race in your mind at night
What is that, within your deepest of slumber, so out of sight

Where there are dragons and bravest of kings
Where the fair maiden seeks what love brings
Where all hope is nigh and a saviour appears 
Where all the love abides from all those fears

When brave men fought with guns of iron and steel 
When men stood tall in the saddle, bravery so real
When the evilest of men seek no more that just fear
When the two meet, calamity and justice appear

In this wondrous play in your mind that lay before you
In this hopeful light that illuminates all of what you do
In this place that is of some concern, but lost in destination 
In this magical place deeply immersed in your imagination

Future or Death?

Future or Death

Ununderstable the powers of our world
This planet full of innovations and solutions
to make bombs, guns, super killer technologies,
but there are eight billion people on this planet
wants to live somewhere. Somewhere…
Soon nine, ten, eleven… billions of lives.
Here is no space, but empty the Space
Planets, solar systems, galaxies, all the Universe
Make living space by murdering our neighbors? 
Disgusting will, racism, fascism, evilest mind.
We have super scientists, science to find the way
to the new living spaces, and create more technical
death by guns, missiles, and hyperguns.
The life is our interest, together we can find the way
out from this loved small planet, its life is also limited
With our technologies and minds, we can find
the new living spaces for our human kinds
Together

Maybe she'll forgive

Maybe she’ll forgive

Destroyed an amazing love a bad behavior, and unacceptable
It was mine, oh my demonic side, why did you create this style?
This negative reaction on the train at that time was my evilest side!

I have also a good part, my whole personality, but selfish that part
Only the second, he protects again love. This is a very bad suffering
Sometimes he drives me, oh my dark back of life. Accept my love!

I am sorry dear, I know you read these lines, understand my mind
Thinking about you always and all the time a bad alcoholic guy
He is a drinker because you trampled his lonely and suffering life

He can not forget you. Only you. Just you. Your face, eyes, and smile
Please, bring me back the time, platform one to four in Watford station
Please give me back my life to save our love, for our endless journey 

On the train
Carriage one
The love car
Our coffin’s love

Jealousy

Jealousy finally persuades her victims,
Making them resort to the evilest deeds
No good words or plausible maxims
Will uproot jealousy’s dangerous weeds.

Once planted in the cold weakened heart
They mature as suspicions and doubt,
Raising a strong impenetrable rampart
Until deeds of hatred flesh them out.

Written October 9, 2021

Demons

Demons

Ancient creatures of religious beliefs and superstition
Evilest of beings consuming all of the human condition 
Depictions of blackest of eyes, winged, unholiest of bodies 
Demonic in nature, all that is evil in this world it embodies 

Feeding on greed, anger, hate, despair within all sorts of pain
An unquenchable thirst for the lust of man, darkness once again 
Such an evil black grin, watching, waiting for yet another lost soul
Hidden within the deepest of shadows, once again taking his toll

Waiting in a different realm, strength drawn from evils that men do
Always seeking new disciples from the acts of violence, old and new
Greed, anger, pain is so easy for him to seek, since time once began 
All these traits are within every soul, within the darkest heart of man

Brier Patch

WITH CONCERNS THAT ONLY BENIFETS HER THOUGHTS AND VEIWS OF WHO SHE Wishes TO MARRY
SHE IGNORED THE NEEDS OF HER LOVER TO CONSULT WITH HIM WHO SHE HAD MADE SECRET AND UNKNOWN TO HER HUSBAND
SHE LACKED THE CONCERN OF A LOVING WIFE
AND LACKED THE CONCERN OF A PERSON WHO BELEIVED IN CAUSE AND EFFECT
HER VENGENCE WAS SEAMED IN THE MELMS OF THE CLOTHES SHE WORE
THEN AND THAT WHICH WOULD MAKE HIM FURIUOS HE KNEW NOTHING OF.
MIGHT HE WHO IS UNKNOWN REMAIN UNKNOW
UNTIL MY WORDS SHALL MAKE MY HUSBAND BEG ME ON HIS KNEES AS IGNORANT, THAT THIS SECRET MIGHT DESTROY HIM.
THOSE THAT WHO RESPECT HIM SHALL DESPISE HIM, THOSE WHO ADORE HIM SHALL MAKE HIM UNWANTED AND  MIGHT THEY BRAG OF HIS DESTRUCTION
MIGHT THOSE WAYS I HAVE TREATED HIM, MAKE SCRIPT FOR HIS FUTURE AND HOW OTHER MIGHT TREAT AND VEIW HIM
THAT I AM WOAMN AND MY BODY HAS BEEN LOVED BY OTHERS
I SHALL BE VEIWED AS WORST OF EVILEST

She Helped Him Do-It

HE LAUGHED AT MY TEARS
AND CRIED WHEN I WAS HAPPY
HE SMILED WHEN I WAS ANGRY
AND THROW RICE WHEN
SHE REJECTED ME
SHE LIKED HIS STYLE
AND TOOK A LIKING TO HIM
WHAT HAD BEEN BETWEEN US
WAS ALL THEN RUINED
SHE ENJOYED THE LAUGHTER
WHEN OTHERS LAUGHED WITH HIM
THEY TARGETED MY SUFFERING
AND IT WAS PLEASANT FOR THEM
THEN WHEN THE WINDS OF SUMMER CAME
THEY PRAYED I'D SUFFER MORE
THEY NAILED VOODOO DOLLS
ON MY FRONT DOOR
A QUOTE FROM THE EVILEST OF SADIST
WAS PAINTED ON OUR WALL
LIFE IS FOR WINNERS, LOSERS MUST PAY
I KNEW IT WAS HIM,
BUT OTHERS SAID " NO WAY"
BUT THEY SAW HIS WRITING
AND TOLD ME
WHAT HE WROTE
"YOUR WOMAN IS MY WIFE
AND YOUR LIFE IS RUINED"
I STUMBLED AND FELL BREATH-TAKENED
TO  BECAUSE WHAT I HAD SAID ALL ALONG

Witch's Story

Witch’s Story

You were evilest of the evil
Controlling earth, wind, fire and water
Your kind persecuted young children
And brought virtuous men into sin
You were hunted by good men
Tried on the filmiest of evidence
And burned surrounded by jeers and drinking
But times have changed ever so slowly
Your kind still exists
Gone are the stereotypes of so long ago
You are no longer feared or hated
You still belong to nature
And you teach others of your beliefs
Wicca is a miracle in itself
Surviving persecution and death
It became a symbol of love, faith and peace
And you are proud to be a witch

Messing With Evil

evil deeds
evil seeds
evil weed
need to feed
on the evilest of creeds
misdeeds of the evil
roaring at wickedly hellish speeds

wicked ways
wicked days
going through a wicked phase
because your stuck in a wicked maze
wickedly I play with words to amaze
high with wicked lung phrase
lifted shouting my name in praise
he talks with wicked words
but it feels like you're being
showered in wild sun rays
see being evil is child's play

Everybody's Hurt

Some people don't know when to stop...
Black clouds of poison gas crowd bunkers
Soldiers laugh and others wheeze 
Symbols of luck on tainted red flags
War creates nothing worth fighting for
But the world thinks that 
everybody's better than the next
but we all know that everybody's hurt

Fire-
Evil-
Alloys-
Reasoning-
   all the things are teasing me

Everybody's hurt and it's running though there
Veins and as the weak and helpless run 
Ivory towers crumble as the enemy 
Laugh at those crushed or gunned 
War is and evil craft
although unmasked
The evilest of spells
Children hide in wells
Guns, swords, and hooks
Flashing horrible looks
Men in bloody shirts...

Everybody's hurt

Lovers Lust

Lovers reborn in new light.
Heart melting melodies fill the darkened air.
A passionite kiss to forever seal a secret so dear and deep.
A touch so sweet it could make the evilest demons cry 
Or maybe even discover a whole new fate.

Lovers desire boils over in a heated lust they can no longer control.
Pleasure wrapped into sin. -For it was not ment to be so.-

Extra Sapience

Upon the end of the last day, terror continues to reign.
Fiery waters flow quickly into the seas of the world.
Life giving oceans stink with death, all over the globe.
Land has no identity, no preference for any kind of life.

Mans obesity has contrived the forever end of existence.
Humanities greed and hunger for more has ended finally.
Humility forgotten there is no meek to inherit earth.
They had gone before this calamity began .so many years.

Now all the evilest demons have taken control by now.
To harvest the despicable creatures, for they are not human.
Humanity was either saved by Angels or lost in battle.
Upon this night of the midnight sun, all has risen or died.

For centuries the demons shall roam upon what land is left.
They ravage the rest of what is, before falling in the cleft.
Persuading perdition to takes it roll before the planets rebirth.
Another end, another beginning for shall we all ever learn.

When will our hearts take control and believe in faith blind.
How many creations will it take our souls to truly find?
What will be lifted and what new covenant shall unbind.
We have failed to learn to simply love and be solely kind.

The Haunted Trio

I have two sisters whom I love and adore
We are poets who can write of blood and gore.
Evil, Wicked, and Demented are our nicknames
Being fun and shocking is a few of our games.

Evil, for that, is I
Has had enough people lie
And tell me of their fearful woes
To only find they were only foes.

Evil has an "evil" mind
That can deliciously find
What may not be normal to some
To me can be quite exquisite fun.

Wicked is learning to find
Her very own peace of mind.
That man with a black soul
Her heart he had done stole.

Wicked's mind is so "wickedly" twisted
That her vengeance can't be listed.
But make no idiotic mistake
She can strike you just like a snake.

Demented is the one who knows
How to reel in all the beaus.
She can smile so delightfully sweet
And men seem to just fall at her feet.

Her mind is the most bizarre
She can be the evilest by far.
On her face, you will see a beautiful smile
While inside "demented" schemes most vile.

We are each who we are
All a particular shining star
Separately a Libra, Capricorn, and Leo
Collectively, we are The Haunted Trio.

Evilest Days

you were given a mission 
to find a child
no asking why
just a job
more of a feeling
a knowing
power and wealth
we're the rewards
from a evil eye
a master 
you sold your soul to...

Who Is Number Two

and now it's done
the first has come
the one that is me
she's not red or green
blue, yellow or red
she's not even white
she's blacker than night
and a curse be upon you
what part didn't you understand
stop it
you know you knew
you know you always knew
she seeks not colour
she seeks not anything
except for me
she's blacker than night
the evilest of eye
a ghost a shadow
no she's not the devil
this isn't metaphorical fella 
she wants to seize everything
and you called it hiding 
fool

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