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They need to understand and believe this fact. I will heal the hurt and let them live in harmony with themselves. There is nothing to Fear. They must stop feeding Fear and allow me to enter their hearts and minds.
I object your honor. Love is attempting to hide her envolment by blaming me for her failures. Fact is,
she admits she forced herself into my clients heart
without his permission.
Objection sustained. Love have you facts to
substantiate your claims that Fear has played
a part in you being accused? This is quite unusual.
You are now very close to contempt of court.
Judge, Love should be cited for making such outrages false accusation. The people she is referring to are grown adults who know their minds.
Love now tells us these intelligent people are reluctant to trust her? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds? Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, take a look at Love perched on that chair. Take a long hard look.
She believes she can heal you. She is the one who abandoned you in the first place. See that calm emotionless beautiful face, those big brown fawn looking eyes. Dont be deceived. Behind those eyes lurks a cunning and dangerous person.
The judge pounded his desk with his mallet shouting.
Fear, sit down and stop telling me what I must do. One more outburst and it will be you who will be cited.
Form:
Pain/ Sadness/ Lost/ Emotionless/ Empty/
Hurt/ Afraid/ Life/ Love/ Death.
Want to know how I feel?/ I want to know how I feel as well/ After you read this am not sure if you will allow my words in your heart and mind/ Take a second/ Now think about it!
Pain- is all over me, but no one will ever notice/
Sadness- is what I see our world turning into/
Lost- all the souls that were taken from us all too soon/
Emotionless- it is called Covid-19/
Empty- is what the vaccination shot has done to me/
Hurt- every time I think about what God has unleashed upon all of us/
Afraid- we all our! Don't let them phony smiles and facade press trying to steer you in their way/
Life- is what we all take for granted/
Love- is something no one does anymore/
Death- see you all in life after death.
These are my feelings that's why I ask that you allow my heartfelt words into your heart and mind.
Entering the Dark Side of a Moonbeam
Entering the dark side of a moonbeam is always very risky
since the cold and howling bitterness of the night escapes,
as a moaning, devilish agony of selfishness devours the good.
As the human heart fills with air, a legion of grieving spirits
in the human psyche is at once intoxicated with the sacred
kissed-gift of this hallowed eve as promised by the Devil.
Cain searches now within Life’s Garden that special hiding
place where unsuspecting Zombies of a grief-stricken nature
dwell whilst being seduced by a darkness as fires burn black.
What remains evident is an emotionless being who is tortured
with murderous feelings that are affected when the dark smoke
blows away all pride and one finds there is no remorse at all.
An agonizing pain is cleared now with the Moon’s eclipse as
the ghosts and goblins of the Devil seek “Hate’s Trigger” that
lies under a deep-dark crater where twilight ghosts cry out now.
These demonic ghosts are known as the “Crying Beggars of Despair,”
who haunt the soul of mankind and are born out of the dark ashes of
unhappy wild beasts who speak with tongues of envy and sadness.
These ghosts now set up their invisible barbed-wire boundaries
that they want to burst later as they begin fighting for their true
existence in the Devil’s own “Dark Netherworld of Lost Souls.”
These ghosts begin now to dance gracefully in the dark shadows as
their deceptive tongues make false complaints and poisonous lies
that throw the state of mind of the demonic ghosts into utter turmoil.
With this evil event, their blood rushes rapidly below the skin’s
surface, as a fear now clings to their throat as an eternal burning
battle gains no foothold to the next following step they must take.
Yes, even for the Devil’s own demonic ghosts from the depths of
Hell itself, their life, their very own existence is incredibly fragile
and vulnerable just like a match is to a flame. Mors omnia solvit.
Gary Bateman, Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam McDaid
Copyright © All Rights Reserved, December 7, 2021
(Tercet)
My stuff is packed
I’m off to my home
Home-a place I’ve never known
I’m an aimless wanderer
Headed no place in particular
For no place bears my name
I’m a late night creeper
Constellation keeper
The world is my playground
My imagination is my motivation
The stars are my inspiration
I have nowhere to go
Yet I feel not alone
No need to run or hide
From feelings I’ve pushed aside
I am but a tireless walker
Off to see the wonders of nature
And what the world has to offer
Cares-not in my possession
Fears aren’t there either
The faces I meet have no names
I only pass in conversation
I have only one destination
Yet it remains mysterious
Hiding behind my emotionless masque
I seek for a place
Where I can hide
A place of my own
Somewhere to call home
Form:
As the wind blows and doors open and close love pours from my heart into an unknown
location a constant fight against hatred as it tries to enter the emptiness in my heart its
slowly seeping in to the invisible cracks in my heart which are suppose to be sealed a battle
between good and evil is what I prefer to call it as my emotions jump up and down in a
undesirable manner leaving my body in shock confused and puzzled at what’s really going
on causing it to fight away good and evil leaving me virtually heart less being love and hate
retardant but occasionally things seem to make it thru but it always seem to be hatred end
of the totem pole which causes me to fight harder to block all things out for the unwanted
feel of evil and the want for love which there seems to be none around leaving me heartless
emotionless and with a frown wondering will love ever come around
The dark road of misery
led me to a more abhorrent realm of existence
when I succumbed to your disguise
before you abandoned my heart
in your pleasured dungeon of dreariness
where your veins flowed with emotionless blood
as you spoke your final words, cold, calculating
that fell upon my ears like a winter's rain
this landscape of illusion has become barren
where lips once pressed the flesh of our desires
to claim my soul...now
has turned to vile contempt
for the lifeless bouquets from a garden of promises
I feel the sting of poison pump through each heartbeat
as I wander in a lonely black silence
towards a Bastone of bitter bile
where my heart awaits its fate
of cupped hands clinging to my face like talons
as I crumble to my knees...abandon
in a dark and desolate sob-filled tomorrow
I'm tired, I'm lifeless, I'm broken, I want to give up
I'm emotionless, and if I weren't a hopeless romantic, I'd be heartless
Where do I go from here, I ask myself while I'm stuck in bed
How do I get to the next chapter when I'm stuck reading the same sentence because I'm distracted by life
I ask myself driving on the highway to work
Gripping the wheel with everything I have left I close my eyes for 2 seconds
Hands sweaty, grip slipping, reality fading, I open my eyes in the other lane
Horn honking waking up the dead side of me, what's going on?
Focus, my exit is coming up, my breakfast is coming up, my confidence is down
Just breathe I tell myself as every gasping breath escapes the chains of fear
I close my eyes again and remember the stars of clarity in your fleeting gaze
Your eyes bring me back to earth when I am in hell
If heaven looked at me, I imagine it would stare the same you did for those 7 seconds in spring
I still cherish that memory; my eyes smile as they open until I realize I missed my exit
Oh well.
p.s. the constellations couldn't guide my heart the same way you look my direction, I don't need directions anymore...
Bellicose actions destroy serenity,
I revert to my default setting,
An emotionless illusion,
A figment, just a hairs length out of reach,
Where you've always wanted me,
My need for you, chaste and tamed.
Thin cracks spider the sheltering veneer,
A brand new glimpse at lucid skies,
Mind now clear of all ambition,
I possess the grace to be ashamed.
Please, don't look at me,
Your potent gaze makes me ugly.
You make me nothing.
I don't deserve the love and light,
Second chances are for hopers and dreamers,
For wish-makers and the believers.
It's not just words you put in my mouth
These pills are all that matter now.
HELLO
"Hello."
"What do you mean?"
"What do you mean 'what do you mean'?"
"You said 'hello'."
"O---kay..."
"Was it just an emotionless greeting,
For an unarranged accidental meeting?
Were expressions or gestures involved?
Was something questioned now resolved?
Did you look me soulfully in the eyes,
Or secretly undress me with your eyes?
Do you think we were here by fate, or choice?
Was there something suggestive in your voice?
Did you say hello with playful alluring guile?
Did your eyes, dimples and lips all smile?
Did your hello contain some hidden laughter,
Or suggest YOU AND ME forever after?
Was that hello, I'll see you now and then,
Or hello (goodbye!) never again?"
"I don't know. It was just hello."
"Hmmmm." I said, rubbing my chin. "Hello!"
14 Jan. 2019
The stench of blood so thick you could taste it
Raivel swallowed hard amongst the slashed
corpses of terrified souls littering the field
A harvest of death gleams and sparkles
as the crimson dripped from his swords edge
Duty is duty, never question, everyone dies
Untangle the mortal souls that clutch the earth
of their graves. Send them to the gods...
Raivel was half divine but pure evil
numb from life, dark inside
His eyes slits of glowing hate,
Only fully opened when he killed
with a bosterious laughter of doom.
Raivel was created for the kill
Killing all, good or bad, young or old
ugly or beautiful, dead was dead
Death was his wages for his being
and he was always paid in full
Demon perhaps, Vengeance not quite
Justice? who amongst humans can judge the gods
His face was void, only devil eyes and open mouth
of laughter. Mercy never, emotionless but beautiful
in a haunting ballad of slaughter.
All who saw him fell and trembled
All who fled impaled on his spear
There was no where to hide
Only time to die
Prayers to the gods who sent him
mocked the very existence of his being.
Was Raivel sent to perish the human race
were the gods tired of disappointment
or was slaughter morbid enjoyment
Fire from the sky would cleanse the mounds of dead
flames licking away until the smoldering ashes
blown into the wind would darken the sky
and fore warn others of their fate.
On the Field of Jade, earth's perfection
of grace and beauty
Raivel kneeled a wash in the splatters of blood red
His back towards the dead polluting this sacred place.
Raivel stood and open his eyes and screamed the pain
of millions of butcher souls. He swung his mighty sword into
heaven to pierce the bellies of the gods.
No more my lords, no more...
A shiver of mist blanketed the earth as soft raindrops cried
upon the land. Raivel his open eyes full blood red shed a single tear
as he combusted from within shooting flames of hell so high
the ashes of heaven buried the dead.
Time has passed, legends are born
little children be good or Raivel will slay us all
And people to this day still visit the wonderful
Field of Jade where roses bloom full and heavy
colored deep in the hue of Blood Red.