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Oh my god, what have we done
Just gone and killed, your only son
Even worse, tortured him to death
Jeering whilst he gasped for breath
In realisation, we’re overwhelmed
Certain now, to be all condemned
His only crime, was none at all
And we the people, made this call
We had a choice, Barabbas freed
Crucify our idol, and more indeed
Mankind is evil, we’re living proof
Sold out our saviour, stood aloof
So what now, is it time to pay
Might just be forgiven, if we pray
But who could condone, such a sin
Flaying the innocent, of their skin
Maybe was preordained sacrifice
Let’s just say, made his own choice
Stop passing on, humanities shame
We like to point, the finger of blame
Even now today, two millennia later
People are still, intolerant haters
Yes we can love, all we hold dear
It’s our conscience, that’s not so clear.
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upon a dry and barren wasteland
the beasts of this world sit upon their thrones
watching as into dust crumble
humanities freedom blood-soaked bone
they sit
fat with corruption
fat with desire
they watched with happiness and glee
as all the zombies followed each other
into Dante`s burning fires
upon the beast's thrones
hypnotic words rang to the tune
of doomsday bell
this once paradise was
covered with the sweet grass of life
now scorched with brimstone
and the flames of hell
a slaves dream
is to break free
from the chains that bind
instead of being the feast
of the beasts
that watch over them
Out of the dust clouds
vengeance showed its hand
with fury and anger
and the brotherhood of man
the hand of vengeance shows
compassion to the meek of man
to the weak who cannot speak
and to the blind who cannot see
but to those that are the architects
of humanities demise
they`re just destroyers fuelled by anger
and by hates fire
history tells us
apathy is a kingdoms downfall
and corruption has seen many
a great empire fall into the
mists of time
so the eyes of vengeance hands
not only saw the writing
but understood what it said
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based on iron maidens song 'the writing on the wall
Turning
Across this land
Across this fractured waste
With each cycle of the earth,
The Joker in repose
The Tower in flame
The Enchantress a blaze
Death does not make the change
Fortune is crucified on his Thorny Spine
It grinds on and on never stopping never slowing.
The Queen of all men’s hearts
Laughs hysterically at the passing of time
The loss of mankind’s design
The Joker on the run
The Tower drifting in ruins
The Emperor in rule
The Hangman dying
The Lovers in oblivion
The Four Horseman all a knowing
Oblivians Wheel turning
Burning forever turning across
These are the backs of the damned
Skulls scream across this black, blackened Sand
Where death did run, grand
The Cabals of mice n men, a flame
Worshipers of the Gun, demand
Onto the Tower ablaze
A fortune is bled of fates
Nothing is ever claimed
The petty plans of a master of shame
All blowing in the changing winds
All lost in these Ebony Sand for years
Just a ripple in the abyssal pond, deep
Digging for the dark gold
At the end of the storm
Ending in voids dead socket
Or cards of destiny in the spokes
Of a child gods grand cycle
Shards of infinities expire
Nothing is what it is
A continuum
An infant gods training wheels
Turn
Deep in the murky green bottle
A corrupted Chronometer n string, twine, wire
Turning across this land
Across this fractured waste
With each cycle of the earth,
The Joker arose
The Tower tumbling down
The Enchantress slane
Death does make the change
Fortune is crucified on its greed
It grinds on and on never stopping, slowing.
The Queen of all humanities hearts
Laughs hysterically at the passing of the Cosmos
The loss of mankind’s innocence
The Joker on the run
The Tower drifting in ruins
The Emperor in rule
The Langman lying
The Lovers in paradise
Around around
Where to stop no one knows
Nowhere to go
No one knows
There is nothing to end
No one can see
The Emptiness
The Deceit
Or Feel
The distant turning of
Oblivion's Wheel
Dawn rises, and the Sun is Grey, again : One can hear the tears flowing.
The nakedness of the mighty Oak : Withers : In the shadow of “ LIFE “
I watch “Mother Nature” cry Tears of pain : in the West wind blowing
I catch those tears of Pain: For My Beloved “ LENORE “ My “ WIFE “
In the darkness after Dawn ; in the Ebony of the Moonlight : I still Live
Sullenly, I reminisce of the LIGHT of the Past ; When I still had a Heart
As the Shadow of Death , follows me into an abyss, where only Death can Survive
I think of Winters gone by, before the History of Forever : was torn Apart
Through the Corridors of unknown Sanity :my eyes cry tears of Empathy, Dead
There is no morning Dew, on flowers wilted in a new Life of nonexistence
In the Gloomy Mist of time forgotten I stare at Heaven from my Eternal bed
Hewn from a tree standing alone in a Forest , of Humanities nonexistence
Blinded my the Aura of death I seek a rebirth of Light in me to shine in my eye
Will I ever Know : as I once Knew " LOVE " ~ before I Die ~
Inspired by the Contest : " Dark Prose " Sponsored by " Catie Lindsey "
Dedicated to my Lost LOVE "Lenore" ; My LOVE Anew EVERLASTING " Barbara Jean "
We could cure all man's diseases,
but we couldn`t cure humanities sickness.
So I`ll bring back history's greatest minds,
to rescue ourselves from these dark, dark days
the gloominess caused by the mistrust of today.
As life crumbled, it was surrounded by the worlds decay,
Conflict: male vs female;
a war between the sexes, a hatred without an end.
The seeds of this war were sown before I was born,
voices cried out until they were heard.
The narrative spun in cirulative motion
as the propaganda machine rolled on,
and now the human spirit just drags along.
Extinction would be tomorrow fate
so we had to grow new life.
It was a race to survive; one we had to win.
Artificial womb babies gave us that new life
...and gave us that win.
Now we must save humanity from itself.
We have solved one problem,
but we are still on the road to destruction.
To change this path we are on,
I`ll need to bring back the world's greatest minds.
First I`ll need to stand in the footsteps of giants.
Take knowledge from all their science
and build from their foundations.
I know some will say " it may just improve this damning life; you could be our saviour."
But others will say "don`t do it, it goes against the laws of nature. Leave the past in the past."
Time is ticking and the hourglass sands are quickly running out.
The future must be saved.
We have no time to waste, not one more day.
But I question myself.
I am God, and have I arisen,
or...am I just a mere moral?
Is it creating,
or...is it destroying?
Will I cross a line?
There are some mysteries in the past we may never know,
but also. there are some lessons to be learnt from inside history pages.
A man once said, 'one giant step for mankind.'
but...is this a big leap and jump,
or...a step closer to the fire?
Will my actions benefit man,
or...will I cause his downfall?
In the end.
Will I be praised for being the redeemer of man,
be proud of my achievement.
Or will I shake my head as I say
"What have I done!"
There is an ongoing battle that
Remains in humanities heart.
Where truth is often hidden,
And obscured from the start.
The written and spoken word,
Become lost clouds to memory.
As storms move about
With their heavy artillery.
This conflict involves everyone,
Both today and in the past.
Since mankind produces soldiers,
Without rank or caste.
Ultimately, the battlefield
Looks to reality and truth.
That passes on to a future,
And then to our youth.
At times, it might resemble,
A siege to be endured.
Where the fortress keep is opened,
Leaving nothing obscured.
Here, the contest is restated,
With a victory to reflect.
Upon the historic ledger,
Creating new ways to perfect.
Hope is sought to further question,
The false faith offered before.
As roots of new thought begin and emerge,
With fresh dialogue no one can ignore.
My Shoe Collection
Shoes
Nice if you have them
Shoes
There is love
There is happiness
When the next path of your journey
You take with shoes on your feet
Shoes
I am coming out of the closet
I am not a woman
But I do have too many shoes
Shoes
Love and relationships
Why there are a lot like a pair of shoes
At times, things may stink and smell
Yet still better as a pair
Shoes
If I could walk a mile
In everyman’s shoes
I could walk forever
Never having to buy my own
Red Shoes
The Red Socks
Will never win
Without good running shoes
Blue Shoes
If only I had blue shoes
Of suede
Id be dancing with you
After the autographs
Shoes
Homeless people wish for shoes
Millionaires wish for closets
Big Shoes
My feet are so big
Ladies buy me my shoes
Shoe Sale
The man with one leg
Looks for shoe sales
At half off
The Hookers Shoes
A good hooker
Never has used shoes
Academy a Wards
Winners and losers
All complain about their shoes
Petty and jealous, the famously inane
Their shoes show their vain
Shoe Diversity
They come in many fashions
In shoes there is humanities design
We all walk the path of human strife
All Shoes matter
Celtic Shoes
Irish Shoes
Scottish shoes
Welsh shoes
All meet at the pub
So their feet can have a rest
While the mouths imbibe with chatter
If all goes well
Later on
The shoes fall off in a clatter
Miami Vice
Got the finest shoes from Miami
Found out they were fakes
Tongues were bent and crooked
Must have come from crocodile skinned tears
Mocking the homeless with no shoes over the years
The Great Canadian Shoe Trapper
The trapper goes for beaver pelts
The millionaire goes for shoes of felt
Armani makes it all the way
Only when the consumer comes out to play
The Shoeless Argentine
If you wish to invade the Falkland’s
Remember to bring your shoes
Cause your dictator has all your money
He cares not if you really lose
Year after year
Torrential rains, fall
Winds rip apart humanities dreams
We are flooded and ask why?
The angels cry
For all of us
We are inundated with their tears
As they weep, we who still breathe, live on in daily fear
Mothers, fathers, sons and daughters
Taken before their time
Some see fit to hasten their journeys
They know not an angels tears
How many of us have been defeated
By the depth of sadness, life seems cheated
So blinded we are inside our heads
The tears drowning us until we dead
Drowning our hopes and feeding our fears
What are we to do?
Look beyond the angel tears
See that heaven removes all fears
The tormented on earth, as they rise above
Knowing that paradise is theirs, clouds only below
Finally they feel the smiles within
Wishing we too, in contentment could know
The happiness that rises from inside the soul
Note: My meager attempt to offer someone comfort here
walking down a one-way path
straight with the moon over one shoulder
following the tracks
as they lead into the horizon
following the faded imagery
as I stray in life
the dark woods are thick solid cobalt
lights twinkle deep in the woods
lights so far away
houses far away
lives lived along the way
desired by me, but I must proceed
stars stroll with me
the brilliance of heaven
the grace of indigo infinite
a chilly dark violet vault of sky
How I long for humanities embrace
the warmest of the fireplace
but the night is heavy
a sliver orb cold unexpressed
rises in the east
the sliver liquid of moon glow
drowns everything in pale light
I walked this path forever
looking back never
never feeling the release
the silent crickets singing in my memory
of springs left unsung
a lonely song of cicadas cry high
into the night
a mind in remembrance
your voice is resounding
in memories of my history
so many hallowed nights before
the past is miles behind me now
there is only my singular soul
I pass the time within
Transversing the tracks laid
in many lives wandering deep into
the night bound Horizon shores
Tomorrow’s waiting to come
the land along my tracks are silent.
So are my thoughts
nothing breaks it
but the fleeting figures of the lost
like ghosts drifting on the lands
in deep indigo night
the foggy mist in this cold barren
land scampers like lost things of Yesterdays.
the lights twinkle distantly
as hearths of havens rest are calling
But I must wander on.
Enters entitled, exits entitled; "Oh where art thou," this title be?
Entirely composed of humans in this entire amenity.
Humanities amenities entirely entitled to a life less entirety.
Entitled to less entirety than one could humanly admire, admirably.
Entirely composed of humans in this entire amenity.
The amenities comprising humanities commodity
Entitled to less entirety than one could humanly admire, admirably.
Are contradictory to the overall popular opinion of society...
The amenities comprising humanities commodity
Adversely affecting humanity, more so than less
Are contradictory to the overall popular opinion of society...
Anonymity is anonymous to say the entireness.
Adversely affecting humanity, more so than less
Humanities amenities entirely entitled to a life less entirety.
Anonymity is anonymous to say the entireness.
Enters entitled, exits entitled; "Oh where art thou," this title be?
6/4/2017
Contest: Rhyme Battle 7
Sponsor: Juli- Michelle