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Questions that can't be Answered
vs Answers that can't be Questioned.
It is not up to you to choose.
Which side of self is the
darkside of the room?
PRC-13, Theta Bravo.
Ideas Satellite-, a skull shaped moon.
Light, is it beaming?
Do you choose for yourself, sensitivity.
Scheming.
Relativity.
Double dealing.
Do you choose them, to live your
conscience for you?
Over sunsets cover, lies are lies,
but all one truth.
Starblind.
Starstruck.
Eyes are eyes, but the World sees better than you.
Especially we, visionaries-true.
Here is our wisdom.
Do not pre-judge "the lost",
they deserve a future-with our protections too.
Although,
it would be interesting to know,
"how does silence come by you?"
Is it the relaxing, kind?
Peaceful, isn't it.
A one way transmission is how
refection can work, like a mirror, image,
of the Beast, in you.
As for the suggestion box contributors, YELPing.
We do not need programming suggestions.
You need ours in double helping.
Just sit down and STFU.
You are now a Terrorist,
held for questioning.
As in the fabled medieval times of centuries in the deep past,
It’s time once again to celebrate the hidden ugly horror that
Seeks to infest and devour all human souls in this new century.
Be warned that false-faced beggars shall knock at each door,
And unbeknownst to the common people that they shall meet
On this All Hallows’ Eve—all shall not be well and normal!
With their bloodstained masks these real Ghosts, Ghouls and
Goblins shall shout out “Trick or Treat” as a fiend’s true cover
For something that’s sordid, unclean, ungodly, and macabre.
Looking for a clever sweet surprise for the unsuspecting souls,
These devilish minions begin gathering and dancing wildly to
“The Dark Spirit of the Pale Hallowed Moon” on this night!
Shawled with the darkness of souls and their living nightmares,
Ghastly silver phantoms now seek to scare the living-death out
Of every innocent person they encounter on this darkest eve.
Houses are marked by an eerie orange-pumpkin-light escaping
Into the dancing-dark shadows that hold all night-life precious,
As these phantoms move freely in the frigid breath of this night!
Creating a palpable angst they begin shaking the tree branches as
Horrid and terrifying spirits of true evil and witchcraft escape into
The cold-dark ether caught up in the vile magic of Lucifer himself.
Fortunately, they are tricked by the sound of an old tune playing a
Heavenly paean for knowing “What's Right From What’s Wrong,”
And warning them that the wrath of Almighty God awaits them!
In the end, the absolute power and holy majesty of Almighty God
Served as the saving grace to this foul situation which threatened
The innocent souls who were ensnared by these unholy phantoms.
And so, if thou doth question the probity of what hath been related to
You in this sacred narrative, then thou shall risk forfeit of your soul,
As these evil phantoms lurketh ever in the shadows and never forget!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – October 19, 2018
(Tercet)
That Ancient Darkside of All Hallows’ Eve Past
As in the fabled medieval times of centuries in the deep past,
It’s time once again to celebrate the hidden ugly horror that
Seeks to infest and devour all human souls in this new century.
Be warned that false-faced beggars shall knock at each door,
And unbeknownst to the common people that they shall meet
On this All Hallows’ Eve—all shall not be well and normal!
With their bloodstained masks these real Ghosts, Ghouls and
Goblins shall shout out “Trick or Treat” as a fiend’s true cover
For something that’s sordid, unclean, ungodly, and macabre.
Looking for a clever sweet surprise for the unsuspecting souls,
These devilish minions begin gathering and dancing wildly to
“The Dark Spirit of the Pale Hallowed Moon” on this night!
Shawled with the darkness of souls and their living nightmares,
Ghastly silver phantoms now seek to scare the living-death out
Of every innocent person they encounter on this darkest eve.
Houses are marked by an eerie orange-pumpkin-light escaping
Into the dancing-dark shadows that hold all night-life precious,
As these phantoms move freely in the frigid breath of this night!
Creating a palpable angst they begin shaking the tree branches as
Horrid and terrifying spirits of true evil and witchcraft escape into
The cold-dark ether caught up in the vile magic of Lucifer himself.
Fortunately, they are tricked by the sound of an old tune playing a
Heavenly paean for knowing “What's Right From What’s Wrong,”
And warning them that the wrath of Almighty God awaits them!
In the end, the absolute power and holy majesty of Almighty God
Served as the saving grace to this foul situation which threatened
The innocent souls who were ensnared by these unholy phantoms.
And so, if thou doth question the probity of what hath been related to
You in this sacred narrative, then thou shall risk forfeit of your soul,
As these evil phantoms lurketh ever in the shadows and never forget!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – October 19, 2018
(Tercet)
Beneath the stars, a glittery haze,
A cosmic queen in her celestial daze.
She told me, "Darling, can't you tell?
This is just your fabulous destiny, spelled!"
She pulled out cards, all shimmery and bright,
And whispered secrets, bathed in moonlit light.
"The stars align, the moon's a rosy hue,"
(I just wanted to find my favorite shoe!)
"The Darkside of Aquarius, honey, calls,
Prepare for shopping sprees and velvet falls!
Your spirit, sweetie, is quite entwined,"
(With a perfectly matched handbag I can't find!)
She spoke of eras, crushes, and such strife,
As I just hoped for a drama-free life.
"A spiritual and sparkly, fated art!"
(I'd rather scroll through TikTok, bless my heart!)
I checked my phone, a little sigh,
And caught a twinkle in her eye.
"You'll find your truth; you'll feel the glow!"
"Okay, but can we get some froyo, though?"
The prophecy, a grand design,
Turned out to be just a good time.
The Darkside of Aquarius? Pfft!
Just my bestie suggesting a spontaneous road trip!
In my years of living it's been a dark ride
On more than one occasion I've tried to make it to the darkside
Pain & hurt, my brain overworked
Cutting myself until there was blood stains on my shirt
I swear it was insane, felt sick and ashamed
Cutting deeper & deeper but couldn't hit no vein
I had no one to turn to, alone cuddled on the rug
Damn near lifeless stiff as a stone surrounded by a puddle of blood
Thinking I'm almost home, I can see the linked gates
But in reality I was wondering what's my life come to, lately I've been so messed up I couldn't even think straight
Felt like everybody hates me, can't nobody stand me
Downing pill after pill popping zannies like candy
Klotapins, I had a lot of them
Whatever I did only mattered to me but not to them
I began losing myself, started to rot within
Starting abusing my health, welcomed defeat & watched them lock the win
Not thinking, standing at the bridge up on the top
Lost all feeling inside & was ready to die so I closed my eyes said screw it & dropped
There were strangers around me & bystanders seen it
Head first over 20 feet down face first into the cement
Dead on site at least that's what I hoped
But the lord kept my head on tight so with my latest attempt again I choked
Directly the fall didn't affect me
Had to accept the signs that it wasn't my time so the Lord wouldn't accept me
Apologized for my actions but lied to him
Promised that them days were over but a few years later I tried again
Wrapped the rope around my neck tied it in a knot
Was tired of life & being stuck on the bottom, I wanted to get to the top
Was willing to give up everything, stressed & depressed & all out of jokes & laughs
But as soon as I kicked the chair from under me she appeared in front of me just in time to cut the rope in half
I was letting life get the best of me, allowing my pride to break me
Dying inside wondering why he refused to take me
Making the wrong calls from birth & it's been Hell ever since
Until he came to me in a dream and told me himself that I'm stuck here for the long haul and forever I'm cursed with my failed attempts....
I’m in touch with the dark side of Pink Floyd
This classic album is one you should not avoid
Needle placed on the record, and I hear the first track
The music speaks to me and I keep coming back
Time passes and I breathe as I listen to on the run
The great gig in the sky sure sounds like lots of fun
When I stare at the prism on the album cover
Its design is so unique, quite unlike any other
A prism will create any colour you like
Rock music appeals to guys on their motorbike
I don’t need a lot of money to listen to this band
Floyd’s music eclipses all other, I'm sure you understand
Contest Rock and Roll Fest
Sponsored by Phillip Garcia
Tracks in bold are titles from Dark Side of The Moon by Pink Floyd
08~09~16
Inspired by Bruce Dickinson song Darkside of Aquarius
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On the wings of the first hellrider rode venom —
so copious it stained sky and moonlight,
making mothers bolt their doors
against the eastern warmonger's hot gust.
From molten rock and flaming seas the second rode,
hawking evil wares; his tongue a forge of lies,
spinning promises, seeding secret agents
to rule and mislead in every land.
The third came as a preacher of war ~
turning brothers on brothers, sisters on sisters,
tilling the soil with blood to make it ready
for the fourth — who carved theology into terror.
I tried to run — my feet sunk in wet clay.
Then a lone silver surfer appeared:
from starlit sky or silver sea I could not tell;
he drew me from the mire, breathed strength into my arms.
I vowed to reinvent the wheel:
let fascists taste their own venom, feed their children poisons they brewed,
slay kin with the swords they bloodied.
Death will kiss them in their sleep.
for Darkside Of Aquarius Poetry Contest-Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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darkness rides out of brimstones flames,
upon wild horses numbering four,
bringing forth the horrors of their war,
the golden path all theirs to exploit and claim.
the promises rode in chariots of fears,
as the archer shot his arrows of ills and pain,
so man cried with a flood of acid tears,
burning his lost soul-strangled in a binding chain.
poison rained down on the angel's land,
as man's sins grow from embryos,
the dragon breathes his lustful demand,
from his mountain top-high plateau.
from the east-a cooling wind will blow,
and a lotus will grow out of the burning sands,
thus starting a change inside the embryo,
casting all from the darkness covering the angels' lands.
the dragon's breath will hold no fear,
when you open the recesses of your mind,
the wizard becomes the inner seer,
as you listen to the silence-and the kind.
darkness strength weakens as it heals,
when you turn the ancient-wheels.
Many people may wonder whats on the dark side of the moon. it could be aliens it could be monsters but hopefully they don't find out soon. if it can keep the light away it can hide all of its dark secrets, no one will ever know.
it can blind everyone with its beautiful bright side and keep the shadows on the low.
they say every year the moon gets further away this is so it is easier for the moon to keep its dark side at bay.
theres a reason we never went back to the moon after Apollo, for the few that have seen the moon for what it truly is they find it a pill impossible to swallow.
so the moon pushes all away, afraid we to will see its dark side one day.
we have all fallen in-love with its beautiful moonlight but would we still love the moon if we knew its secrets.
if you look closely you can see all its deep craters there are somethings you just can hide.
looking at the craters you get a faint idea of all the times the moon has cried.
sometimes i stare at the moon knowing its the only one that understands me.
our dark sides are similar we must make sure no one can see.
i feel connected to the moon even though it is so far,
we have one thing in common they cant ever find out who we really are.
What Goes Unseen
A gnome sits by the pantry,
Watching the in’s and out’s of wares,
Thinking how it all may be his.
Meanwhile, the sprites
take over the living-room,
Misplacing and mussing
whatever’s to their fancy for
A quick-kept treasure
Or — with some pride —
To play magic’s jokes
And irk the resident human folks.
Outside in a popping passing
over the lawn and ringing round
The trees, the elves of light
swipe the pants off the darkside types,
Those trickster elves for one,
Who stay busy at their pranks unseen
By humans as they run about half-naked,
Hunting for their stollen leggings.
The fairies flitter from garden
joys to doorways
— their own and ours —
singing the hours
Of folklore they adore,
But, provoking the birds to fly off
And worms to wriggle away,
Thereby whittling their audience
Down to a snoozing clutch of cats curled
Up on the patio’s rocking chair.
The angels stay surveying the scene, needfully
Praying, repeating Eden’s chants, which
Rise in glittering mists straight to heaven
With all matters of the spirit…
Including about the unseen enchanted
Wanting to co-exist in peace with
Humanity’s “fanciful, ever wish-full souls,”
Who are “ever unwilling
To take anything seriously enough
For any of the all in All to endure,
Much less (or more?)
As God does wish.
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(c) sally young Eslinger 10/15/21