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Premium Member Murky Waters

“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.” — Maya Angelou


Dark thoughts offer me great despair,
sparking rhymes who say I don’t care,
shadows drift across moonlit lanes,
troubling fear, who echoes my pains.

Dismal dangers breath twilight’s tears,
aching, trembling ‘til the smoke clears,
tossing, turning, all that remains,
troubling fear, who echoes my pains.

Nightmares sing into the distance,
haunting souls with such persistence,
lingering doubt, whines and complains,
troubling fear, who echoes my pains.

When I see Him, in His glory,
recall that precious love story,
my heart trembles at the bloodstains,
troubling fear, who echoes my pains.

Fear and trembling threaten my hope,
feeling like I simply can’t cope,
but He comforts, with His refrains,
troubling fear, who echoes my pains

Wisely, He sent us His Spirit,
past or future, we’ll not fear it.
He saves us despite binding chains,
troubling fear, who echoes my pains
Form: Kyrielle


Wilderness One

into the wilderness haunted by ghost-towns 
And ancient bloodstains 
and lost history of scars 
we wander the borderlands 
between the weakening dreams 
and cities a neon seams
Burning into the American night like lanterns 
An empire in a wilderness mad with desire 
like the eyes of a God in vast Valhalla, a fire 
out here, out here into the void
Into the world 
The wild wilderness of one
A great rocker once said,
“Out here along the perimeter…”
“No stars…out here we (are) stoned Immaculate”
Cooled by the coming dawns frost… 
a soft death lingers Cascades
In history scars 
Mark by the ancient stains 
into the wilderness of haunted ghost towns 
and native lands history sears 
Deep between dreams of neon
it burns black into the abyss 
of broken cityscapes and fears
asleep along the horizon rim
Fire like lanterns adrift on the cool breeze, 
Into the wilderness 
of some mad American empire…

 
“No stars…out here we (are) stoned Immaculate”
Thanks Jim…

Oh Vulturous World

Note:***This poem is meant to be read from the bottom to the top, left to right 
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Never Again
and you remain—

For the World has gone from me and fled
The stairway of my mind shall never end
I accept the fate with the grinning dead
Hello again demons, hello friends

I remain

Alas! I fall and I am done
Tell me where have you fled, my love, my friend?
For a moment I gaze upon the sun
Here I am on earth again

1 Stair Remains

Why can’t I be free?
Tell me, why aren’t they looking at thee?
Why are they looking at me?

2 Stairs Remain

The garments of comfort I long to wear 
Knowing in my heart that I’ll never win 
I skip that grimy third stair
Like most of my life has been

3 Stairs Remain

Though my infected feet leave bloodstains
I can’t release even a single tear
The poisons encompass my river of veins
I step on thorns of wrath and fear
Enshrouded with pain!

4 Stairs Remain

Oh, how am I to survive?
Relieve me from this ever-fixed sadness
Why can’t you just be alive? 
Cease this madness!

5 Stairs Remain

As you breathe your very last breath
The devilish fiends laugh at me
They are blaming me for your death
The deaths of the masses are calling me

6 Stairs Remain

The carcasses you feed upon are glaring
Oh! vulturous world so full of greed
When everyone is staring
God, redeem me!
I just can’t succeed

7 Stairs Remain

Of other fiendish sins
And I feel the shivers 
Drowned by the turbulent wind
My stale breath quivers

8 Stairs Remain

Though we all aren’t free
They laugh below in the hole where I fell
The demons are haunting, taunting me
Alone I wander blindly out of hell

9 Stairs Remain

And my will is close to gone…
The stairway continues on
Forever hungry, forever stale
I toil through death’s dark vale

10 Stairs Remain

Why can’t we be free?
My resistance is nearly gone
The wretches are watching, stalking me
I’m too exhausted to move on
Form: Rhyme

WILD CAT, RIP IT APART ONCE AGAIN

WILD CAT, RIP IT APART ONCE AGAIN

Been a while I tasted it raw 
Taste of a living flesh full of blood
My claws are itchy 
Craving to  rip off  the furs and pounce on the flesh 
My fangs and rusty 
Need be oiled by the drippings 
Mouth drooling the hunger is as large as the flesh
I just wanna rip the flesh again


Like a snow wolf after the winter 
Too long a life without a feed 
Many nights of hunger and thirst 
Long curvy fiery claws
 Guiding the wooly paws 
The wild cat's  whiskers are overgrown 
Yet without bloodstains in a while 
Seasons of cold and hot
Nights of starving and  days of thirst 
Big cats of the wild 
Rip it out and eat from the middle


Howl louder big wild cat
Lure your mate out of the woods 
Feed on the familiar  tasty flesh 
Your favourite of all delicacy 
Lick the fluid off your whiskers 
Flex the powers in your right limbs  
Stretch out the veins and let them pop
Chase and make a  catch 
Pant in awe of your satisfaction 
A well deserved meal after a while
It is time to rip it apart again

Princess of Castle Fraser

White steeds drew me closer
To my new home, sae very dear
The great stone castle came in view
The soldiers their brass horn blew
I stepped out all dressed in white
Ae bonnie princess of medium height
My dark eyes took the weaponry room
As I was led inside by my groom
He took me gently to the green chamber
Sae lovely, I still remember
The maids helped me settle down
Biding for the promised night in a shimmery gown
As evening advanced, my heart flutter’d
And nature spirits around me mutter’d
But alas the groom ne’er came
Black knights emerged in his name
Ae sword of silver touched my breast
Blood poured down over his vest
My lifeless body was dragged along
The stairs that were oh sae long
My soul watched in silent anguish
Ae vanishing dream that I wanted to cherish
They tried to wash away the bloodstains
Unaware, they would always remain
And today as I float amid these darkened halls
And sing my tunefu’ music thru the walls
Ae chilling breeze keeps me company
But my heart longs for a revenge on past villainy

Dedicated to my Highland friend, James Fraser
Form: Rhyme


The Nightmare of Reality -Part 1-

8/15/12

There is no escape
They say it, they whisper it softly
In the darkness, where the dripping of water is heard
Save yourself—get out while you still can! 
I’m not leaving you! 
You need to go. . .run
You love the chase—you’ll only catch me
And slaughter me
Slaughter…
There’s a million bloodstains in these dark cellars
How many have you slaughtered? 
Slaughtered. . .
Don’t ask questions. . .just LEAVE
They are coming—I hear them
They surround us and the dripping ceases
Let me be with you
NO! Get out of here—hurry! 
I love you
Stop! Please. . .I hear them coming
No. I feel them 
They’re here
Invisible grinning burning our souls
Bleeding out grueling, heart-pounding fear
Stillness plundering my stricken brain
I told you to run but you didn’t listen
Listen. . .
I’m not leaving you to them
I’ll—
You won’t
I can’t fight it. . .I’m not strong
Your mask blinds you
And the blood of the innocent COMPLETES you
What have you done to them?
We’re together now
Only you and me
That’s all we ever wanted. . .needed
Needed. . . 
I walk on the blood of my loved ones
Standing with the slayer
And the demons laugh as they know I am left with nobody
I’m next
Next. . .
Don’t listen to them!
GET AWAY FROM HER! 
Take ME
No. . .don’t
My hands are shaking, dripping with blood
How can I not remember?
I woke to no escape
I woke to the lack of her face

The Danger That Religion Presents Too Humanity

In shadows deep around the world,
here and there where thoughts converge,
A poem stirs, with words emerge,
To shed light on the dangers found,
When religion's cloak is tightly bound.

Religion, a force both ancient and grand,
Can unite hearts, make spirits expand,
Yet in its depths, a peril hides,
That can fracture love, and reason divide.

Humanity's quest for solace and hope,
Gave birth to faith, with ways to cope,
But zealotry lurks, its venomous fangs,
Injecting discord, where harmony hangs.

Dogma's grip, relentless and tight,
Blinds eyes to truth, distorts the light,
When beliefs become walls, shutting doors,
Exclusion breeds hatred, igniting wars.

Throughout history's tapestry bold,
Religion's bloodstains, their storys told,
Crusades, jihads, battles untamed,
Innocence lost, lives forever maimed.

Divisions deepen, as doctrines entwine,
Judgments and bias, no room to align,
Oppression thrives, on fervor's flame,
Suppressing freedoms, tarnishing each name.

The dangers lie not in faith alone,
But when control seeks an iron throne,
For those in power, the righteous few,
Manipulating truths, distorting views.

Science's wonders, held at bay,
Reason and progress, they seek to sway,
When dogma prevails, stifling the quest,
Innovation falters, and growth is suppressed.

But let not these words condemn the whole,
For within faith's sphere, great hearts console,
Compassion and love, its bedrock true,
When used as tools, can heal renew.

Let us embrace the wisdom we find,
In the essence of faith, to bind,
Not to divide or claim supremacy,
But to uplift, and set our spirits free.

The dangers that religion presents to all,
Lie in the hands of those who install,
Their narrow visions as eternal truth,
Neglecting the essence, and its golden youth.

So let us tread with care and insight,
Embrace the sacred, with minds alight,
Seek unity within diversity's grace,
Embrace the beauty of every faith.

For in the end, it's not faith alone,
That causes the dangers we've ever known,
But the frailty of hearts that sway,
From love's true path, thus led astray.

Moral Support

You say you care
You say know
When I needed you
You say you was there
You don't know 
you wasn't there
You didn't care
you wasn't there
You wasn't there
How dare you
Say you care
You never cared
You was never there
You wasn't there
You wasn't there
How dare you
Say you know
You'll never
ing know
You wasn't there 
you wasn't there
Nobody believed me
Nobody was there 
Nobody knows
Of the knowledge 
I must bear
The bloodstains faded
But the pain is still there
Like a recurring nightmare 
You promised you sweared
when I needed you the most
You wasn't there
You wasn't there

THE BEAUTY CALLED HIM BEAST

[Verse 1]
They built their fences high and wide,
White porches where their secrets hide.
Laughed in rooms where he’d never belong,
Called him Beast when he walked too strong.

No shoes, no name, just dirt and fire,
Scars from hands and hired liars.
He kept his voice down, learned to crawl—
But they still prayed he’d never stand tall.

[Verse 2]
She came in lace with a crooked grin,
Smelled like roses, spoke of sin.
Eyes like winter, cold and proud,
A whisper soft, a promise loud.

"I’ll fix him," Belle said behind her glass,
As if a soul was hers to pass.
Took his hand with a velvet chain,
Smiled sweet while she carved his name.

[Chorus]
But oh—
This beast was never broken.
He wore their slurs like armor, unspoken.
They called him shadow, called him shame—
But he held the mirror to their names.

She called it love, he saw the trap,
Her hands too smooth, her heart all black.
And when she lied her final breath,
He kissed the ground and wept her death.

[Verse 3]
She wore her beauty like a crown,
But spit on every soul bowed down.
Danced through halls built on the backs
Of beasts and boys they painted black.

He saw her gold, her powdered face,
And heard the screams beneath her grace.
No sword in hand, no royal blood—
Just truth that rose up from the mud.

[Bridge]
When justice came, she tried to cry—
But even roses learn to lie.
And every beast she ever named
Stood at her grave, unashamed.

"You feared my face," he said aloud,
"And wore your privilege like a shroud."
"You smiled while calling me the curse—
But now you see who needed worse."

[Final Chorus]
Now fox and man, now claw and hand
Walk side by side across the land.
No more masks and no more chains—
Just soil fed with old bloodstains.

They called him beast, but he forgave.
He carved a world from what they gave.
And in the wind, you’ll hear his song—
The one they feared… was right all along.

[Outro]
"Beauty ain't in mirrors made...
It's in the hands that plant the grave.
They feared the fur, the flame, the scar...
But the monster's not the one who starves."

Racism is the wicked twist of all!
Note: Grateful for an 2nd place finish in the A Wicked Twist On Fairytales Contest.
© Lyric Man  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

A Conversation With Jack Torrance

"Good day sir, I've been travelling and looking for a place to stay,
but I heard the Overlook Hotel is dull, all work and no play?"

"Come on in there's lots of rooms, more beautiful here than Florence,
Snowcapped mountain view ya know, nice to meet you, I'm Jack Torrance.
The Overlook is great you see, built sturdy with mortar and (Ku)bricks.
Besides, the roads are all snowed in, you'd be leaving at you're own risk."

"Well thank you Jack, I guess I'll stay, it is already past eleven.
I'll just head upstairs and get unpacked, room key, 237.
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I was wondering why there seems to be bloodstains down the hall,
and why someone would think to write the word, REDRUM on my wall?"

"Oh don't mind that, it's just some kids, now go and get some grub.
And when you head back to your room don't mind the woman in the tub.
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I came to get you for the big event , I knocked to nicely ask,
but you wouldn't come answer the door, so I chopped it open with my axe."

"Mr. Torrance you had startled me, I'm sorry if I ignored you,
but you yelled, Here's Johnny, chopped a hole, and stuck your head through!
This has been a bit unorthodox, I'd like to leave here if I can,
I won't be taking any more referrals from that Mr. Halloran."

"I'm really not so bad and if you stay we can surely have some fun.
I'll show you in a moment, Come on Danny! that's my son. 
It's just that all this writer's block, it puts me in a craze.
Let me make it up to you, come and play with us, in the maze....."


(Conversation with Jack Torrance of The Shining )
Form: Rhyme

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