Ill will, bitter pill
It's poisonous to swallow
It causes indigestion
Never in all the years
Of the long dying day
Will I falter before that cruel voice
Or countenance the black despair
That rises from the deep cesspool of fear
Gorged on the churning cauldron
Of malevolence and hate,
Never in the bitter dying day
In all the torment of the soul
Twisting and turning on a restless bed
Will I countenance that hideous voice
To utter a single word,
Under the cold clear heavens.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2019
25/12/19
Man’s intrinsic apathy's negligence-justified frown
Is the actual defining substance of a mortal clown;
Who with hollowed prejudgments fellow men slays,
And likens to hallowed duty his thoughtless decays.
He is evil's meekest martyr by doom's onus bound,
The cold-blooded outlaw donning dark's lucid veils;
His the bounden call to trim unwary lives that thrive,
His a sworn charge to hit to halt sea's merriest sails.
They're hell's happiest saints of true devoted cadre,
Obstinate desperados who without real reason hate;
Theirs rare glories for wanton vitriol by meanest fate
Met on innocent casualties of villainy's vicious adder.
What grand gratification fills world's cruelest hearts
That sting undeserving souls in most delicate parts?
Why do allegedly feeling minds grow numbest to cry,
Whilst their pleading victims in iron malevolence die?
How can life’s most cognitive kind find sweet preys,
In other creatures alike in mien and all visible ways?
How can you posture there
And say with a vertical face
Events that I can never expunge
That you are innocent with no misguided doing
Your fabrications continue to be fluent
Because of your hypothetical tales
If the laws of love granted it
You would surely be in the house of corrections
Because of all the hell
You have brought to my life
Now I’m stricken
With the spirit of animosity
Creating a vortex around me
Of affliction, debris and the urgency
To find some type of vengeance
In the recesses of my mind
If I execute on it
It will certainly be my end
To a wonderful future
I realize this is way of revenge
To show you that you
Did not break me again
Vengeance glares from my eyes
visioned thoughts of tour demise
Makes my eyes tear with laughter I am ur disaster
Wicked dark morbid sinning images
consume my mind and all thats in it.
I am truely happy when doing my best
working my magick, screwing with your head
mind raping you till your lost and scared
crying and tormented, i do not care.
I awake in the morning I fall asleep at nite
with a smile on my face
cuz i know im taking your life
taking with it, in my hands
and with a suffocating crush your life fades away
your existence was nothing much
So behold and beware of my power and my wicked stare
that if u decide to cross my path
behold...u will meet, one hell of a wrath
This craven beast within mans mind.
It's changing face, deceit, disguise.
He wears a mask to hide behind.
A brute with never seeing eyes.
Those inner thoughts where hatred breeds.
Spits venom out, creating lies.
A damaged soul forever bleeds.
Hate speaks it's mind, but does not know
Hostility, lifes poisoned seeds.
They live in us, yet are the foe.
All men who hate are never free
This monster prowls, its full of woe.
His cage, that blindness cannot see,
A dark satanic mortal hell,
Where acid tongue,blames liberty.
Corrosive talk it does foretell.
This craven beast within mans mind.
Will steal your soul where it could dwell
He wears a mask to hide behind.
3/ 7/ 2015.
Heaven sent or malevolent?
I simply could not tell
If you’re an angel of the Lord
Or a denizen of hell.
With golden locks, a smile sweet,
And eyes of baby blue
T’was easy for the likes of me
To quickly fall for you.
Or at least for each new promise.
Like water they did flow,
Permeating all my skin
Before reaching far below.
Your words; Purely polished silver
Or something just as sleek
For you exploited all of me
And then left me feeling weak.
For some reason I ignored it
Or maybe I was blind
And only saw the angel face
That a demon hid behind.
Heaven sent or malevolent?
I sadly now can see
That you’re no angel of the Lord;
Just a devil devotee.
Go on. Wear your shining halo
And all its golden light.
‘Cause we both know that halo’s glow
Dies out quickly in the night.
Malevolence frolicks.
A silohoutte unclear pursues, distantly viewed.
Damp muskiness arises from the woodland floor.
Fear and intrigue comingle with curiosity.
A srceech owl obliviates the silence.
Bravery bursts my terror, cautiously.
Slow silent breaths accompany every step.
Sweat trickles downward to my tongue.
Salty and sanguine reminiscent of that last bite.
My chest pounding, pounding, pounding.
Afraid, but compelled to know.
Indistinctly, in the distant woods, darkness waits.
Entwined amid the twisted limbs stretching forth,
Groping for a flash of light to make clear the path,
Density disallows brightness amid the shadows.
Forest trees, bent, bowed and gnarled, embracing,
Hidden in the womb of darkness, pain –
All of a sudden, I am frozen in my tracks.
Leaves crunch behind me, footsteps!
I feel a hand on my shoulder…invisible.
This can’t be real, but it seems so.
Unexpectedly, someone jumps torward me.
Reaching out with a horrendous yell.
My throat tightens and no sound escapes.
Then, comes the relief.
It was only my brother
Playing a joke in the dark!
Ó November 22, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
She’s coming for me
The things that I have said
Shh! I’m already dead
She’s coming for me
I’m laid back
But I spit like a demon possessed dragon
An angel colored in darkness
Drunken from life and staggering
What’s behind this kids eyes
The homeless shadow he carries alone
The story behind the songs
No I do not speak in tongues
To live a casual life is not to seek to be hung
There is no forgiveness for cursing your living
Consequences circle my thoughts
Shaded purple is my appearance for resisting the law
I can make my words seem of innocence
Or I can make my words keen of relevance
Two murders in Genesis
She’s coming for me
I lay down; I’m troubled in my peace
I wake up to visions of my flesh deceased
She’s coming for me
The things I’ve to often said
My souls coughing, seems I’m already dead
She’s coming for me
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