Long Evilness Poems
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> Walking into that bar
>
> That nefarious den of
> iniquity and evilness
>
> Twenty drinks too sober
> The scent of bad craziness
>
> Hung in the air
> Like an over ripe mango
> Desperately seeking to have
> sex
> With wild, dressed up bananas
> Running around with the Orange Man
> Down the Street
> The Moon looks out on the mad
> scene
> Sniffs the air
>
> Saying, "Man, this is
> bad craziness"
>
> And runs away to join her
> lover the Sun
>
> In an orgy of drunken
> forgetfulness
> The Planet Mars, not amused
> Chases after the maiden Venus
> Under the cold, calculating
> glances of the Planet Pluto
> The Moon and the Sun
>
> Rent a room in the Hotel
> Venus
>
> Across from the Jupiter All
> Night Diner
> Cosmic **** kickers
>
> Out for a night of Earth
> bashing
> The Earth trembles, shaken
> Moans with passion
> And I awake
>
> Saying, that was bad
> craziness
> Out there on the edge
>
> Between the inner me and the
> outer Zone
> I went on down the road
>
> And met a lady
>
> A outlaw lady on the far side
> Money, power, passion
> Rolled up in a bundle
>
> Electric chemistry
> Fills my head
>
> Zapping my brain
> Into demented muscles
> Paranoid, pulsating images
> Scream out
>
> With mad passion
> And demented noises
> The night turns ugly fast
>
> And very, very weird
>
> Weirdness in the air
> Scent of bad craziness
> The moon
> Is freaked out
>
> The Sun falls asleep in the
> gutter
>
> And I say to myself
>
> I'm just another cosmic Guy
> On the loose, on the edge,
> On the wild side of things
>
> Watching the show,
> Unfold,
> I wonder, is this all
> A drunken bum show?
>
> Who is the star, who is she
>
> The maiden up there in the
> bar
> Black, leather jackets
>
> On stage naked visions of
> nightly lust
> Dancing with an attitude that
> could kill
> An elephant in heat
>
> And the Moon
>
> Continues to dance across the
> evening sky
>
> Satisfied, allows mankind to
> sleep it off
\ Yet another night in the City
> of demented Angels
>
> Finally rest as the sun comes
> up
>
> The masks come back on
>
> And I walk down the road
>
> Putting everything back into
> the box
> Until the next night
>
> Of bad craziness
> Lets the wild beast within
> Escape its leash.
>
> Bad Craziness rising yet
> again
She whispered to me, "I hope you suffer well."
God heard her words, and he smiled,
for if suffering is what she wanted for me,
her hopes would soon be smothered in hell.
To give my best to those I loved,
It meant walking away to save a life,
when an evil person who wore a mask,
threatened to me to take their lives.
This very thing it happened to me,
no one knew or could they see,
their lives would be threatened If I told,
about the evil things that I saw unfold.
I made a choice and told it all,
a mask wearer amongst them still walks,
I'm happy to say I will never regret,
In an eight by ten room is where it rots.
The day will soon come when I've gone,
the mask wearers mask will slip with smiles,
but it'll be too late for I will tell,
though I'll never hope for all to "suffer well."
Evilness can hide inside those we know,
they hide it well with lies they tell,
they claim their the victim by tears they show,
whilst scheming with a devil who sleeps in a cell.
Be looking to God for your strength
the divine kind is always the best
so stand strong in your God alone
He's able to take you through any test
Beware of a devil who prowls like a lion
seeking to find those He can devour
fit yourself with God's armour fully complete
so be able to stand for this ungodly hour
We are in a wrestling match like no other
for superior then flesh or blood is out foe
greater than principalities or worldly power
evilness greater than we could ever know
The rulers of the darkness of this world
who do everything to bring us down
this spiritual wickedness from on high
does make us fear cries from Satan's hound
Thankfully there is hope and favour
God's provided His armour fully complete
so we can stand true in this evil day
standing firm in Christ fully on our feet
("Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might.
Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.
For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.
Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm.")
Ephesians 6: 10-13
Poise and enjoyable is your voice of rejoicing
Halcyon healing helps my weary soul of sulking
Over the fear of fretfulness
Tranquility is in full color of blissfulness
Opting out on dull and dreary summers and prefer sunny winters with rain once in a while
Shelter me with shameless, synthetic, sympathy symphonies
You win my heart by playing your heart out at total ease
Never forget how much you mean to me endlessly
Then, here comes the rainbow efflorescence of effulgent encouragement from God Most High
Healing is near…miracles of fearlessly and this tragedy in reverse made me happily cry
Empty yet whole once more
See, you’re the photosynthesis that completes me as well as my gift of seeing auras everywhere I roam it seems
I want and need Him to mend my broken and unspoken dreams
Sorry for being selfish and giving in into lust and desires from the devil…I’m remorseful for all I’ve done — my passions are not like Your compassion
Ominous waves and shrouds of clouds come caving in
Feeling brave, yet I’m hoping my faith increases from within
Ashes of my ember-burning and forever-churning heart of ache and angst
Understand that my amber blue eyes can’t fathom enigmatic things like you and I for an eternity
Remember to always tell God how much we love Him and let him be your oxygen to breathe in and let evilness be like carbon dioxide to breathe out
All in all, I’m drifting and lifting in discord’s destruction, welcoming in accord’s construction! Change is a challenging chore but it is an everlastingly spiritual award
So, this poem shows me that I’m slowly, but surely gifting myself a life to live in the light of the Lord — to be a light of the world to others that accept flight and dismiss plight…to unfold your wings, little mighty bird, and soar through skies of His Word, never meant to be ignored
Testimonies
I am a testimony of my weaknesses,
As they made me stronger and tougher
Testimony of my hard work,
As it taught me to put in the hard work
Testimony of my what I ploughed,
As you reap what you sow!
I am a testimony of my dedication,
As it taught me to focus on the main goal
Testimony of my past,
As it taught me to prepare for the future
Testimony of my positive thinking,
As I taught my myself
To avoid the negative thoughts in my mind
I am a testimony of my head injuries,
As they made me read and write more!
Testimony of my uniqueness,
As I was taught to think like an Analytical thinker
Why not do something extra ordinary or out of the box
Than do something known and boring
I am a testimony of my leadership,
As I was born and bred by a leader
Testimonies
I am a testimony of my prayers,
As they were all answered
Testimony of my love for books,
As that is where I get my knowledge
Testimony of my pride
As it taught me to value myself
I am a testimony of my joy,
As it taught me how valuable it is,
Even though too much of it is a problem
Testimony of my advantages,
As I knew how to deal with my disadvantages
Testimony of my pain,
As it taught me not to love
I am a testimony of my pride,
As it taught me to value myself
Testimony of my hardships,
As they made me a Monster
Testimony of my faith,
As it made me believe
Testimonies
I am a testimony of my dreams,
Because I am a Dream chaser
Testimony of my Evilness,
Because I was turned into a Predator
Testimony of brutality
Because I was born and bred a soldier
I am a testimony of my own tears,
As they taught me to deal with the pain inside of me
Testimony of my decision-making skill,
As I learnt to make the best decision
Testimony of my power,
As that is the only thing that makes us men in this tough world
I am a testimony of being old,
Because I grow up everyday
From being a toddler learning how to walk
To being a teenager that learnt more about life
To being part of the youth
Testimony of my perseverance,
As it taught me not to give up at all
Testimony of my intelligence,
As it taught me that in order to understand life
You have to discover in order to recover
Research more about the world in,
Order to prepare for whatever it throws to you
Sorrow weighed my soul down somehow
Tomorrow is around the corner
I was hurt way too many times now
I was once a deep, deep forlorner
Deliver me from desolation right now, right now
The Lord responded to me when I cried out
Mistreated and misunderstood, so I take a bow
The forgiveness of Him heals me without a doubt
Humility is given to those who wait patiently
Enviousness will vanish away from us abruptly
Mercy shall be received by the gratification of our hatredless heart
Contemplating revenge won’t lead us anywhere, but tear us apart
They say we are not promised tomorrow
Today, saving grace sifted out the sorrow
Evilness has resided in me for so long
I’m sorry for everything I’ve done all along
Internal thoughts feel like they are absolutely everlasting
I feel as if I am falling fast asleep in clouds of negativity
Yet, optimism saves me from tragedy’s undying sting
I deal with these emotions of worthlessness in a frenzy
I wish all the doubts and fears would be water under the cement
I often dreamt of you and I, crying joyous tears, not resentment
Cheer up and rise above the waters of woe, oh sorrowful soul of mine
Someday, you will shine and you will be my sugar wine…if only you were mine…
Forgive me seven times seven
Give me your hell and heaven
Release me entirely from rage’s incredible hold
Mend me at ease please or I’ll be left in the cold
Mine eyes are set on the Holy Hill of my Father
He is like no other – He’s nurturing like no other
Like a mother bear to her cubs is His love towards us
His anger will be no more, for we are on the same bus
Overcome these waves of emotion that come and go
Numb me with bravery and lift the highest of my low
Although seas and mountains are too intimidating to climb or swim,
I will trek His road of abode and hold me for safety’s sake in a whim
Some say we are not promised tomorrow
But, God promises a greater Tomorrow
Greater than this sorrow within me and you
Greater than the feelings of bittersweet rue
Some say we are not promised tomorrow
Let my strength grow and His light glow
God promises us an afterlife of beautiful blessings
Let’s see what heavenly beams that God brings
I'm going back to the beginning of the ending in everything. Like the past kaliedascoping inside a mind wired with colorful glimpses hiding behind reflective times. I must reconcile the spinning and twitching of memories flying by, by balancing out my time in this present life, latching on to the fact that I attract the most unrelatable circumstances to my table of unfed; crying icicle tears of lonliness...Asking, why do I even try to make sense of all this mess? Hmmm...What a situation I have looking back into....Its a maze-filled haze of unregrettable, tending to those psychopathic energy draining endeavors....from misguided tenderly trying to fix the situation into a happily ever after ending that never materializes because.......
In the beginning, there was the original sin; whereby evil seduced a new creation into the delusional thinking that there was more happiness in the taking of what didn't belong to her, than by being obedient before her maker....Beguiling her wiles was a slithering satanic smile with the plight of her newborn, slain inside murderous intentions rendering her immobilized with desperation riddled, there was no forgiveness, depression; the first instance of mourning through the imperfection in her choosing her type of seperation anxiety bereft of a Father leaving her cold naked and exposed because of how she chose to reject what was perfectly shameless and holy,.
If she had a chance, would she go back to the beginning making the ending amended, choosing wisely, instead of putting faith in a fork- tounged liar that promised.....her eyes would be opened and she would be just like God knowing evil and good, that she would never die....because of the evilness. in his lie.......spinning the kaleidoscope into mind bending times...my oh my,....
Written: October 26, 2023
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At the bottom of a boundless cosmic sea.
An excellent, universal command decree
Idiosyncratic anthems permeate the air.
Unfathomable eternal marvels fit beyond dare.
In a gothic universe with endless space.
Quantum supernovae withdraw a trace.
A sanctuary to tune in and heal your spirit.
Hence, a realm of wonders of flair inhibits
Misleading me to a spot where I will never roam
The lure of an era that once held me as home
I chased a comet's tail through the rodent hole.
Within an ancient oak so weak, on a witch pole
An owl whispered to me, "To whit, to wooed."
Bound, swollen, and sad, I lay in an aged feud.
Clouds gave the sky an ethereal, vibrant blue.
Rays that are breathtaking in their hidden hue
A secluded elixir, a dreamscape to tackle
Love, hate, and despise pursuant a rackle.
Evasion and criticism both refresh the soul.
A vital refuge is where worries are whole.
I'm famished for such a haven of peacefulness.
At once, the ground coated me with evilness.
Amid a sanctuary of four-leafed clovers.
In the last scale, field flowers and elves rollers
Where the paths bend and descend.
A straight jacket greeted me at the trend.
Man, shy yet potent, strong and protective.
Tough and rude, but distraught and attentive.
I see how the love in this world takes a backspace
The need for good in this world is in last place
When will the evilness end?
The hatred in this life supports this case
While others will blame, this and that race
How do we stop the heinous rift?
Only together, we can make a positive shift
Return to our spiritual loving roots
From the heavenly sounding flutes
The angels of harmony
Inspiring our soulful philosophy
A gift from our wonderful creator
To set forth the righteous path
Rewrite the history of mankind’s wrath
But we continue to make the same mistakes
Over and over, again
Backspacing
a life of valuable
lessons
Lee Miller took risks which enabled her to see
The world through the saddest of lenses
Taking her to places where spirits were sobbing
She was ahead of her time, and it took a toll
For the camera, she wears a cloak mask
Showing the photographer only what she wants him to see
Her nightmares held her hostage
As she recalled the evilness of Nazi concentration camps
The optimism of children’s butterfly pictures not being enough
to dispel the hatred and horror she could not eliminate
She risked herself
To bring truth to the world
A brave and honorable woman
Who could not drowned the memories
of these atrocious acts of violence against humanity.