As a young boy
when not very old
I did enjoy
being told
grisly bedtime stories
by my Mother
the favourite was
none other
than
altho' I was just a nipper
Whitechapel Fishmonger Murders
perpetrated by
Jack the Kipper
Born into an existence I never asked for told love of this world was equal to the fate of a thief a murderer a whore. asked to expect less but I desire for more.warned from the pulpit by those who claim that they know that hell is my destiny and there I would go.like a blind fool I listened obeyed and played good never knowing that the Truth accepted me just where I stood. hell is a lie perpetrated by man it crept into your doctrines having no place in His plan. Your man made religion is like that of Cain it has no place at His Table it will always kill Abel. If you don't believe me search for yourselves so many lies are found on your shelves. Ask and He will show you the truth of His plan for God's desire is to save every man.
Crazy!!
You’re driving me crazy, insane, mad, what a bam bam,
Anxiety have your psychologist, psychiatrist lead me to your promised land.
You're driving me crazy, insane, mad.
You have me on the borderline, jumpy, stressed, depressed, oppressed, traumatised victimized troubled, PTSD
You're driving me crazy, insane, mad.
Can't walk, can't talk, can't run, can't sing, can't dance,
Can't look, not a chance no remarks
You're driving me crazy insane, mad with your fancy freedom plan like a one man band, you have destroyed all my plans
You're driving me crazy, insane, mad.
Stab me in the back claimed you're trying to save me from self-attack;
Slit wrist, body mutilation but you're the one with the dagger in the hand
Am I crazy, insane, mad?
You're driving me crazy insane mad.
Have me battered, strangled, kidnapped, shot, manipulated,
lynched, isolated, incarcerated for crimes you have perpetrated
You're driving me crazy insane, mad.
But am I really crazy, insane, mad or is this a part of your systemic plan?
The convinced sadistic silence
manipulative action perpetrated,
resembles satanic art
inhumane and cruel torture,
It is also a culture of death...
foster real illusion of love,
promote massive disillusionment,
that breaks hearts and minds
It is, therefore, a diabolical procedure...
We faithful servants of God,
We shouldn't deal with this...!
I've had an 'out of body' experience
So you can't blame me for what I did
My alter ego Oscar perpetrated the crime
To do such a thing I'm too timid
I'm totally innocent of this heinous act
Must have been devoid of all morals
Listen I still do have a few of them left
With that you surely can't quarrel
This heinous act of stealing a kiss
Had crossed my mind a few times
But being the timid soul that I am
Never thought of crossing that line
So I'm not guilty, pleaded nothing wrong
It was Oscar my mischievous friend
Who tends to run amok once in a while
And I'm always having to defend
If people would only read some
Dickens, they'd know that 'bedlam'
begs confinement, not release
If people would only read some
Bradbury, they'd shriek at the horror
of multiple personalities unleashed
If people would only read the summaries by
Freud, of his five in-depth psychoanalytic studies -
madmen and madwomen - they'd put a halt to
what the friends of today's 'victims of systemic racism'
have perpetrated on a naive, unsuspecting West
Curse of Jesus
First time, I hate Christmas,
I pray not to holy Jesus,
Jesus hasn't arrested them
By giving to people asylum,
Nations that follow him
Have flamed the problem
They have perpetrated war
By being to devils at par
Destruction they inflated
Peaceful ways, they hated
Their attitude is demonic
And it gives me panic
They are all devils only
They hate abnormally
This Christmas is a black day
I remain sad and don't pray
Jesus did nothing to prevent
No remedies he could invent
Dear Jesus, I feel gloomy
You did nothing at all balmy
Goodbye to you forever
I will pray to you never?
When I had a car accident several years ago, I had quite the scare.
My brakes went out and I crashed and I'm confined to a wheelchair.
I'll never walk again, I'll be in this wheelchair for the rest of my life.
Because she didn't want to be married to a cripple, I lost my wife.
I was a phony faith healer and I perpetrated a fraud.
But I didn't get away with it, I was punished by God.
I would scam innocent people out of their bread.
I'm in a wheelchair and I'm lucky not to be dead.
Some may think it wasn't God's punishment but I know that it was.
I learned that a man has to pay for the wicked things that he does.
I'll suffer for the rest of my days because of my car that was driven.
I asked the Lord to forgive me for my sin and I have been forgiven.
I have some advice and you'd better listen to the words that I say.
Don't use the Lord to scam people because if you do, you will pay.
God, where are you?
Humanity seems as though it's thru
There are no more horrific things we can do
The daily slaughter is nothing new
Perpetrated by the demonic few
I ask what is it
That we can do
To stop the carnage
And begin anew
Is it possible
to change our path?
Can we do better to quench humanity's wrath?
Or are we doomed
to our barbaric fate
Feasting off of our butchers plate
For our society is it to late?
Are we hooked on human bait?
I myself can no longer placate
My feelings for the world
A trivial pursuit I rate
Of humans evil
I have had to eat
Force fed violence
Set to repeat
A daily repast
Of a vile treat
Offered by the callous elite
God, where are you?
Eric (and sometimes not)
I don't fully know what is happening
The evidence surrounds us everywhere
But it is ignored, not seen, with blinders
People are repeating rhetoric, lies, daily
Evil consumes living, death is minimized
Selfishness reaches a peak beyond belief
Research will teach you about embedded toxins
Microscope findings show answers needed
Math and numbers have never been so important
This is not the world I know with twisted reports
People are not behaving rationally, losing character
I help all I can, giving tips to those who listen
I sort through pages of facts, as I always do
But, the treacherous path of watching so many,
Miss such dangerous acts perpetrated daily
While walking into traps that change or take lives,
Watching unnecessary suffering and torture...
Is truly unbearable and I am only a grain of sand
Blowing in the wind
Heidi Sands
12/26/21
Welcome to the Time Warp
Does it seems that history seemingly repeats
Where the simplicity of life is so rare to find
And the kindness of heart finds no retreats
No sharing of wealth, greediest of mankind
Where fear amongst the masses abound
Perpetrated by forces designed to protect us
Where human rights are lost without a sound
Our way of life changed, forever superfluous
Freedom of speech is silenced by the stroke of a pen
Unsure of what we’re told, will these lies never end
Being controlled by the wealthiest of businessmen
And our losses of freedom too much to comprehend
Welcome to the time warp, once again we all fall prey
We become just pawns to an unjust power once again
Perhaps it’s time to take a stand, one voice have our say
The time has come to speak freely, if not now, then when
Violated as one
viciously assaulted
via someone else’s
violent angry actions
varying in depth of
various cruelty
vainly perpetrated.
5/5/2021
Pleiades V Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
What if we find out it was all a hoax?
A way to find out who the most frightened ones are?
A way to keep us in our houses, while they do weird things
Maybe they perpetrated it to keep us angry.
To see how fast we would kill each other.
To see whether or not we would feed our children ourselves
What if those numbers on TV are a lie?
What if we find out it was a hoax?
What if we find out that there was no corona virus?
What if we find out it was a way to keep us isolated?
A way to keep us from comparing notes while they bugged or playgrounds?
A way to keep us away while they bugged our schools?
What if it was a hoax to give Big Brother other ways to spy on us?
What if those numbers on TV are a lie?
Would we be able to stand it? Probably not.
It's hard to be humorous when I want to shed tears.
Worse, hard to read poems or comments that hum with fear.
Fear, warnings, 'stay safe,' all drive me bats.
I want to hide in my closet, under a large brimmed sun hat!
So, if you do not see me penning happily here,
Just wanted you to know my heart cannot bear much fear.
Humanity hiding over bogus forebodings.
Epidemiologists, so wrong, act wolves in sheeps clothing.
That really angers my vibrant inner being.
Plus scaring all nations, makes me hit the ceiling!
It's a grand scheme to control all the people on earth.
For me, the lies perpetrated are an unforgivable hurt.
As an American, freedom belongs to the people.
They have every right to worship their God under a steeple.
I am greatly uplifted by civil disobedience.
Freedom won't return to people in obescience!
What's next, Chinese Mao suits for all?
We follow like sheep, hiding in pens, we need to be
Free human beings again~ a total recall!
May 4, 2020
11am PST
"Out damned spot" where nothing grows,
a vain man's curse in the midst of perfection;
the whole, nourished and pampered
yet this blemish - snarling imperfection,
taunting like a tormentor's tongue,
or YES! Perhaps perpetrated by
an envious neighbor -
a late night turf terrorist
pouring some lawn-be-gone
where overt obscenities might be
gleefully spewed in the morning.
While there, in the middle of the drive
where sneakers shuffle and tires tread,
a tuft of healthy grass sprouts
from a tiny cranny; never watered nor fed
yet its roots grow strong and deep,
denying my casual efforts
to end the brazen intrusion .
The puzzling irony of it all !
Was I out here to get the mail??
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