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WAR

In a world full of love
Why do I feel hate
Everytime I look down the field
I see a closed gate
In this peaceful world there's people
Full of good n bad
Fighting a useless war everywhere
Over something they never had
The Angels full of peace n love
Shedding continuous tears above
While the demons in hell
Laugh sadistically as if under a spell
Innocent people dying every day
Shedding blood in a wasteful way
No is willing to stop the fights
Even when they say it's not right
What can one man do in a war filled world
When everything possible aside is hurled
How does one stop the pain
When he has nothing else to gain
I hope the fighting is stopped soon
Or earth will be as barren as the moon
If tht happens will be a big disgrace
Cuz it'll be the end of the human race

Lament of the Aristos Akhaio

His fragile frame spills scarlet still warmed by the fervency of his love
Love never to be betrayed further
Stolen from me in his naive pursuit of a modus vivendi
Between my alcove in his heart and his virtuous morality

We spoke so often of immortality
Of eternal legacies of splendor
While your lulling warmth obscured its austere nature
But now my hands are stained with carmine life
And my aureate tresses are dull with guilt

I am Aristos Akhaio, the best of men
yet i pale in the face of your magnificence
Doomed to a fleeting hope for mortal life and glory
When you were all I ever truly longed for

Even in death you watch me
Not in reverence but adoration
Your shrouded figure etched into my recollection
But sadistically lost to me forevermore

Glory befits the strong
Or so i once heard
But I never sought glory of any name but yours
Broken down into 3 syllables sobbed into the air
You were never your fathers' glory but to me you are everything
My only life, my only legacy, my only love
And my strength was stolen by the whisper of your broken breath

The Place So Faraway

A million reasons as to why I cannot sleep,
For the clouds are gone and the moon shines bright,
It feels as it wants to spite,
The thing it clings to most,
A feeling so sadistically shuttering in your mind,
That makes you want to climb away,
To the place that is to faraway for you to see,
A term we hear for more often then not,
Count your blessings,
But for some reason I cannot,
I feel as if the sky is falling and I am alone,
And when counting my blessings I feel as if I am gloating my utter existence,
So as I try to fall asleep trying to find the place that is so faraway in my mind,
I look to the sky in search,
For the place that is so faraway.

The Tragedy of a Daemon

this body,
when has it never been touched?
The sensation of these hungry hands running along my skin
I should have long accepted it or at least grown numb to them
but they still feel as foreign and invasive as the first time
they knead sadistically
but also with twisted gentleness
in a pathetic attempt to get a reaction of pleasure from me
and gratify his ego
I stopped shedding tears long ago
for human mourn a loss
and a loss points to having some kind of worth
but I'm just a hole for -ing
what is there to continue crying over
instead, I moan on cue
a perfect practiced pitch
that sends vibrations throughout his whole body
making him reach completion sooner
for I have more to deals to broker
before the corrupt police come and arrest me
and the morally upstanding wake up to mock 
my desperate fight at surviving this pointless existence

Sad Love Story With Happy End

Part 1 of 4
Game over.
You are all for me.
I drown in you like in the sea.
I got crazy from my love.
My love flew past you like a dove.

You know that I will do everything for you.
If only allowed to be near you.
I can steal, kill, for your sake, my love.
But you're still cold devouring me love

Hurts me by making you smile sadistically.
You like to look at it, for you it is a beautifully.
You think I'm nothing, you're incredibly cruel to me.
I knelt before you and told you to stay because you are the key.

The key that opens my soul to another.
But when she left me, she married my brother.
No! Stop! Stop! Don't leave me! Please ! I beg you!
You didn't listen to my heartbreaking screams. You

You the reason my story, my life, my love is over.
The game is over.

No, I can't that anymore.

Anxiety Screams

silence shattered
slaughtered schemes 
bloodied corpses clawed  
adulation bathed in screams

struggles strip flailing flesh
torment taunts with reeling stench
faces drawn are mirrored pain
painted with a Picasso’s strain

I fled the picture frame 
not fit to follow the rules
and beat the Satanist schools 
that raged to wedge me in 
their sadistically sculpted skin

over the years that have passed 
I have settled and see at last 
a square peg in a rounded hole 
robust sturdy and hailed whole

Empty Promises

Nigerian graduates,
Suffering because of unemployment,
believing in government’s empty promises.
A meaningless hope on a janus-faced entity
governing sadistically.

A Stewart Annie Everestus's poem © 2019

Breaking Point

hand in hand
the dreaded moment 
when your soul took flight

chilling the silence 
abandoning me
in forlorn despair

adrift sullen 
in a dizzying state 
of utter devastation

the gruesome knot
of my world 
sadistically twisted



Submitted on March 24, 2019 for contest WRITING CHALLENGE 5, MARCH 2019 FOUR LINES POETRY sponsored by DEAR HEART  -  RANKED 1ST

Jumpstart

the cold raises things
bread doesn't rise in the cold
bodily we do

sadistically 
which one the left or the right
getting out cables

always forgetting
positive or negative
my battery's dead

Not a One Could Help

He went through hell and back
An agony much too dreadful to bear
A family of doctors
And not a one could help

His suffering relentless
For weeks and months
Seemed inexhaustible
Finally he was set free
Mercifully sent to a better place
Yet the silence still reverberates
With echoes of screams and moans
His pain his wife still can hear 
Like an unbearable haunting
Threatening to never go away
And fills her sleep with nightmares

The mild and gentle man
Who led a righteous life
To end his days this way
Sadistically intolerable



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on March 6, 2019

Blood Sucker

In muddy waters blood suckers live
No real work they do in puddles
Day and night, they wait for
An unlucky man blindly wading
To offer his blood for leeches’ meal of the day
For they know blood is life

Human blood leeches stand those
Fearless male and female of all lands
Greed they are for supremacy
Lovers of hard power they are though
Faint not to know its soft side
But decide to eat, drink and respire lies

Human vampires have no select and side
As they sleep day to work night for 
Ready they are to change attitudes
As chameleons dye to lie the killer
When they hide colors to grab preys
That we the grassroots are

Human leeches are bogus dangerous ticks
Seeking other humans whose blood to suck
They awfully kill their rights
Willingly bury their liberty and economy 
For they behave sadistically
To remain toughly eternal blood suckers 
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Poem by Mugisho N Theophile

Joey the Savant 2

I was passing by Joey at work
I was going on break
Joey was heading back to work
I said" Hi Joey "
He said " I had a nightmare last night "
I said " Ooh. A nightmare. What was it about? "
And here's his rendition of his nightmares:

You know Olaf the snowman from Frozen.
He appeared on side of my bed.
And said I like hugs.
Then he took out a flamethrower 
and started me on fire
and said
I like them really warm
Then laughed sadistically
Then my alarm went off
And it was time to go to work

Beautiful Ones

Beautiful Ones

Aloft in the steam, they look like Eagles.
Perched now on the edge of the bowl,
proud courtesies peck the kind and meek
with true meanings and Premier trophies.

Unprecedented vanity creates illusion 
with self appointed monarchs. 
Court jesters perform a merry dance 
patronizing peasants. 

Draws the gaze towards the stage,
demands the ‘groundlings’ awe.
Under their script, the knees bend
as truth is removed by deleted scenes.

Kings and queens laugh sadistically 
offering a standing ovation, but 
festivities are interrupted abruptly, 
as valiant knights rebel against oppression.

Disrobed, their crowns become 
spears through the sternum’s shield,
impales hearts that only bleed
weak fallacies and pretentious devices.

As their guise becomes clear, 
anemic vultures are revealed. 
Perched upon a bowl of blood, 
anticipating their next persecution.

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A collaboration with Silent One
Inspired by the Globe Theatre
05.16.16

A Nameless Baritone

An arthritic flesh

Hesitant wipes off deteriorated lens

Every exhale,
Another tragic sulk unto morrow’s pit
Flaunting suicidal fallacies

Off-white flag motions
Signaling mercy under liar’s duress

Muted pride
Cracking dusty knuckles

Penetration’s decrepit vowel
Slipping in between faulty, stamped licenses
Just to belong

Another back-handed waltz
Bordering beggar dialects

Untrue
Towards paradoxical epiphanies

A faceless identity
Converging amongst unwelcomed hymns
Tainting hallelujahs with discolored spit

Worming their decapitated fingertips
With equilibrium massages
Back to a barricaded oasis

Deciphers from a slanderous heretic
Proclamation of syllabic want

As arthritic flesh
Scribbles out expendable nickname
Manipulating good intentions to be sadistically validated

From their rendered nether

Nameless never inscribed a verse to call their own

Struggling to swim
In the rivers they cried

©Drake J. Eszes

Dream I: a Hypnopompic Realization

Snapped into a block.


Feet planted in cool, grey cement at the deepest part of a cul-de-sac. 
Homes of others stretch on, their lights sadistically feeding the darkness.

A silver horn firmly grasped, a music stand facing me. 
A book smothered with ink sits upon the stand.

Time begins to slow...
Pulses begins to haste...

I interpret the music with the silver horn,
stumbling at each line with difficulty.

A potent storm begins to burst,
atmospheric aquifers have cracked!
Light, water! Wind! 

The ink begins to transfigure before my eyes,
what was an eloquent phrase of 24 notes is now a clobber of 113.


The Wind Bellows:
 
"No moon nor sun to light the way,
But clashing winds to fuel the fray! 

Expect to hear the things you fear, 
 Expect to lose the things most near!"



In the distance! 



The lights are dimming down the street...!
And suddenly...
They are off. 

Red screeching pain fills my heart...
every light has gone black, darkness has eaten its last course. 
Blood begins to flood my eyes like an ocean drowning a dune. 

I fall.
Snapped into a cool stasis.

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