A child of the light..I was always an early riser, before i was one year old i would climb up a bedroom dresser and sit with
My back to the mirror watching my sleeping parents.' Yes I am a lover of light.'
From a bright land.. I detest dark practices
And have on more than one occasion, told
Strangers of their occoult acts.' Uncovered
Them in sight of God and man.' I am
seething just as oil boils, so my blood burns at any strike against innocent people, especially acts designed to degrade and humiliate, I am against war as it facilitates
Much of that.' I always bear in my mind the
Genocide of hitlers plan ' And his idea to
Form Europe into one power block, and that i see before my eyes, trying to emerge yet now, world-wide' Its not
going to be stopped unless, you have
the same realisations, if not you will shuffle
along..In
The same hopeless old manner.i espouse to call out ethnic genocode..I am against all wars, and, wish and pray for
peace, I cling to. God and His great
goodness, manifest in Jesus Christ; Amen.'
I derive no pleasure in hurting a fly,
Preferring to let spiders do that for me,
Or just to shoo them away.
Bug spray is only used as a last resort,
And sticky fly papers are banned at our house.
But when it comes to weeds,
I show no mercy,
Not even for the little ones,
And derive great satisfaction,
From laying waste to their domain,
Letting all that pleases the eye,
And my taste buds have free reign in their place.
My day is not complete unless I have undone the hard work of creepers,
That come out after dark,
Intent on strangling anything they can get to grips with.
With weeds I have no empathy,
With weeds I show no mercy,
With weeds I show no restraint,
And my pleasure in their demise,
Only increases when I see a daffodil,
Where once there was only weeds,
Or watch my grandson pick a strawberry,
Instead of a weed.
You Can’t Put Thanks in Your Pocket
Call yourself a friend?
Call yourself a pal?
It’s not what I call you
Ungrateful, selfish
Good adjectives for you
They’re free by the way
We know how much money
Means to you
Can’t put ‘thank you’
In your pocket, that’s
What you live by
Yet, I never got a
Thank you did I?
I was the butt of
The joke, wasn’t I
You assumed I won’t mind
You can roll over me
I tell you now
Earn as much as you can
But you’ll never buy
Dignity or honour
You’ll never have
Enough to give you
That.
You can put honour
And decency in your
Soul, even with empty
Pockets. Think on!
David Cox 27/02/23
This sh** makes me f*******g insane,
I'm gonna cut somebodies throat,
Or wrap a belt around it until they f*****g choke,
Maybe, tie them up somewhere,
setting them on fire,
Hanging the mtha fcker from a tree,
using rusted barbed wire,
Beating in their f***g face,
to the point of un recognition,
Or draining them of all their blood,
inside their moms kitchen,
Sadistic thoughts of the family,
sitting all around,
Just to ensure their screams and cries,
are the bastards last f***g sound,
I wanna tape their eyes open,
and stitch their filthy mouth shut,
I know by now everyone is running,
thinking this b**** is f****d up,
Not near as bad as this thought of,
making their loved one do the deed,
and if they don't wanna cooperate,
they can just watch each other bleed,
Maybe I will leave it in my memory,
or should it be recorded?
I'll send a copy, 1st class to their mom's
b***** should have had them aborted!
lusty sensations
pleasurable tingling touch
of stinging nettles
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Contest: Traditional Haiku
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
29th June, 2015
Sadically gleeful
She watches , by and by
As the shredded form
Convulses , bleeds , nearly dying
Humour arises
Cheerfulness gleaming
As the blood spurts like a stream
It flows freely from every wound
Gathered round the victim
In a vicious pool
Far more deep the shades of red
Than the river Nile
Wen it once bled
Radiantly, She gathers her wits
Graceful steps
With malicious stealth
To prove her conviction She leaps
once more
Blade in hand
To cut deeper
To the depth of the soul
Her head, raised beneath a hooded
cape
Her eyes fixated
Her quest completed
Satisfactory , to her wims
She floats away
One last glance , however , for
She twirls, subtlety ,itself
For her last words
They must be spent
Be not mistaken
Do not believe
That my actions are of selfish need
For my soul you've filled with
hateful intent
Only revenge i seek
And revenge has been delt
Her lips they curve
In a smile so wicked
They dying man
Circums
grievously
No longer breathing
by
Amanda Miller
Global warming,
Not a reality,
Then why is the rays of the sun so painful these days,.
Permafrost for dead hearts,
Waiting for someone to take one swing and shatter it to pieces,
No blood drops just black shattered parts.
Broken from the dark unchanging creases.
Mockingly I smile and wait for signs of pain,
You stare at my snare watching in disdain.
The sensors then start to work in your brain..and now your in trouble,
You Do not fall, I'm surprised, but over.. you double.
The walls start to close in which seems to make it worse,
I love to watch people plummet and i laugh when they free fall,
Smile, as they hit rock bottom and cannot scream nor curse.
Remember that hate is constant, while love seems to seesaw.
DON'T mess with me,
I'm unpredictable and verbally violent,
But I'm actually learning to be nice for you, luckily.
All the while i still have trouble keeping silent.
But i do enjoy this, I want to see the pain you mill through
And when I'm through, I'm done, and I hope the pain kills you.
Sadistic
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