There are moments in life you never forget, and some you definitely want to forget, forever.
Today was one of those I'll never forget days, but dear lord, I want to forget.
There you were eating your pizza, drinking your beer and faking your face, and whatever those were above your fake heart.
I was shocked at the size of everything. The only thing left to be the same was that look in your eyes, a cold stare, genuine evilness.
My eyes met yours and for a moment I was reminded that people really do wear masks and they create themselves with fake everything.
You didn't see me, but for a fleeting moment when you looked my way, I saw you.
My pizza was great, my salad was tasty. I enjoyed my company and didn't waste another moment trying to figure out who you really were, I already knew.
A Pit for the Toxic
Let’s pray for a bottomless pit,
A hollowed space in the heart of hell,
Where we can toss the toxic soul
Who rang my spirit like a funeral bell.
I remember the weight of her evilness,
The way she turned my world to grey;
She brought my spirit to a sudden end,
A debt I know she’ll never pay.
I cannot forget, I won’t forgive,
One silent push, I won’t speak his/her name
I’ll watch her as he/she tumbles in.
It’s just the final straw
So let us pray and push together.
Let’s pray for a bottomless pit
Imagine deep down hell
Where we can toss our toxic friend
Who would bare her heart of evilness
Who even now I remember
Making my life misery
Who brought my spirit to an end
I cannot forget, I won’t forgive
But hope he/she tumbles in
One big push but wont mention her/his name
Let’s pray and let’s push together.
If it were ever possible to be seen or heard,
it would amaze me
to find myself inside you
my shape carved
by the harsh reality
of what you made of me.
I am a thing—
a jigsaw of
your silent prayers,
crumbs of curses,
you never spoke.
I refract through every lens,
I might appear to fight your demons,
then sit and praise them quietly,
or I might orchestrate their evilness,
just to watch your breathing fade.
I could be the waiter six feet under,
serving dinner to worms,
on a cold night.
I could be the hand behind the barrel,
aimed at your beloved face.
I might be the one beside you,
in your daily ride to work,
or the friend,
who loosens the weight in your chest.
I could be a stranger
surviving on the sidewalk.
I can be the air you breathe,
and still
you would never meet my eyes.
I could be you—
or a part of you
that sparks every doubt
and silences every certainty.
Through my words,
we could face each other,
for minutes,
like a passing coffee,
or for years,
aging quietly
inside your thoughts.
Or for an eternity
walking beside me
unraveling—
undoing your existence.
to anyone who came to his porch, friendly scarecrow gave a friendly hi
he’s so sweet! he’s a peach! he’s wonderful, an amazing guy!
in actuality, he was plotting their demise, for people he despised.
He gave them a happy wink, keeping his evilness disguised.
On one Holy Night
An Inn Keeper was experiencing a very thriving business
King Herod demonstrated his selfishness and his evilness
Joseph and Mary found no comfortable accommodations
On One Holy Night
The bright shinning star was obedient to God
The wisemen were focused and determined
The religious leaders knew the Scriptures
On One Holy Night
The angels were joyfully communicating God's message
to the world; And the shepherds were obedient and
convinced as they became carriers of good news
In savage streets it’s hand to hand
once shrapnel rips the air that’s damned,
no sin of ego in this land.
Baptismal bloodshed echoes
through rust and rebar ghettoes.
There’s bullet swarms and rocket rain
but infantry must hit terrain,
forget I’m sane and rupture veins
with melee-trench-knife flashing,
the bane of peace doves, slashing.
I wear their red of death and drive
my blade abuzz in hellish hive
to stay alive! Yes stay alive!
The apathy of killing,
and twisting morals willing.
My heartbeat kept, a victory,
it pounds just like artillery
but prized, despite the misery.
A witness to destruction
and holy soul’s corruption
and christened by the selfishness
of presidents with negligence,
we soldiers march with evilness.
The narcissistic leaders,
the preachers and the breeders
of rhythmic spates in drumbeat hate
unfurl their nation flags and fate
in bloodlust war… while heads of state
stay combat clean in bunkers.
I witness gurgling utters
your last and bloody gasp for “mama”.
I grasp with greed my breath in chest.
Thought ricochets inside my skull;
I’m still alive! I'm still alive! I'm still alive . . .
her feelings were rather acute
she did not enjoy the old coot
a bully, he could be a brute
she kept this quiet, remained mute
he showed her how to target shoot
evilness was at his hunter root
romantic intentions she gave the boot
left him upside down in a coal chute
they smile,
but their eyes flinch—
like dogs who smell meat they can’t have.
you tell them the thing you did—
the job,
the book,
the quiet miracle you pulled
out of the grease and ash of your own life—
and they start
tightening the screws on their grin.
they don’t clap.
they calculate.
because your sunrise
casts a shadow
right across their throne.
they’ll find a way to turn it—
make your luck a crime,
your joy a brag,
your voice too loud.
they’ve got to stay on top
of a ladder no one else is climbing.
so you stop talking,
sip your beer,
and let them drown
in the silence
of your contentment.
good news doesn’t need an audience—
only air,
a heart still beating,
and a door
that closes quietly behind you.
Evils Are Evils?
Yes. Evil is evil. That’s why evil is his name
But is evil always evil? Hmm. I don’t think so
Then? Wickedness is the basic nature of evil
So, that is the norm. It means there is no evil
I mean, the evil is not evil
His nature is the nature
But. Hmm. He know
The reality
Evilness
Now I understand
It was open
I just explained
Evils are not evil
In their world, life
Higher souls than humans’
They are just hunting here
Like predators
Our souls
The humans’
Another year
The war continues
More and more people die
And more and more people do
The fighting goes on
Without an end in sight
But the victims are becoming victors
Still fighting the best fight they can
Protecting their land and people
But this war will never end
Evilness will not allow it
They enjoy the death too much
© Poem – VII/X/MMXXV
LRET
Evil substance
The need for blood
Must survive
One bite on the neck
Darkness seemed to see
My blood Dracula wanted
I told him I gave at the American Red Cross Association
But it didn’t work
I even showed the cross and had no impact
It didn’t cause him to step back
Want and need of my blood Dracula chanted
His fangs and tongue felt like a straw
Fill me up
Blood sucked until there was no more
I fell to the floor
My flesh was no more
Dracula, I die
Evilness I rise
Hot mess
Victim of quenching Dracula’s thirst.
I walked away not free from snags
caused by those in authority,
but to be free from cruelty
to save my spirit against evilness
And injustice in power's grip
Tied up by abusive six sprawling
division in command,
footsteps no trace, only an echo
weeping soul in the dusk!
Harsh words
dug deeper into my soul—
sickening insults
to my inner self—
a burden carried
within the shadowed kingdom.
So I just walked away,
to protect what is left in me:
my spirit,
which no man can ban
from entering
the paradise of sovereignty.
Walked away for peace!
Leaves of the oak trees congregated in clumps of whispering soldiers
A devilment was afoot; the fey felt this and scurried to the meadow.
Someone was dragging a heavy sack into the darkest shadows.
The night shuddered, recognizing the evilness of the scoundrel.
Perfect place to hide a body, most agreed. Those who were brave to look.
Others hid behind stumps and rocks, hoping the culprit’s thirst was sated.
He has been here before, always leaving flesh that turns to putridness.
Finally whitening and stiffening into a stick-like corpse.
The evil doer did not give the trees or the sack a backward glance.
This was his dumping ground; he felt no reverence for it in the least.
A place to leave the shell of the people he hunted and killed.
It's sweet to help
To people in dire needs
But it's too heavy to feel
To whom you've given help
Will use you and betray you
It's more than lovers break-up
It's more than stabbing the back
It's more than Judas kiss
It's not human act anymore
It's against law of any righteousness
It's extremely evilness to the bone
It's really Lucifer in the making.
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