The Face of a Murderer
By Elton Camp
“There is no art to find the mind’s construction
in the face.” William Shakespeare
The Norway shooter isn’t what I’d expect to see
As he doesn’t look like a psychotic killer to me
John Wayne Gacy and Jeffrey Dahmer fit the role
As insane people who are completely out of control
But this fellow looks like a really quite nice boy
Whom to have your daughter meet you would enjoy
But incredibly he set off a massive bomb in the city
And then killed teenagers without the slightest pity
It illustrates that we are living in a dangerous time
A normal looking person may be a total ball of slime
What excuse can this person possibly have to give
Why, due to him, nearly 100 people no longer live
The sound would be rain on a cloudy day.
Or someone has an argument just to say.
The sound would be a rhythm of blues.
With notes that has no point of views.
Sound like loud stomps walking away.
And grunts that disobey.
A loud crash makes your heart beat fast.
And makes you say words in a gasp.
Or sounds like mutters in the back.
This shows me interest that lack.
Sadness is one sound that everyone goes by.
It’s the sound of people saying goodbye.
Like a question that has no meaning.
Or an accident that people are seeing.
The sound of sadness is losing.
And not making a right choosing.
Or a person stuck in bed.
Has an injury on the head.
But I think the worse sound of sadness is.
No sound in the deep abyss.
They are refugees in their own country..
No land for them to go. No body care them either
They are known as refugees in their own country
War brought uncertainity in their lives
and made them to live in refugee camps forever
They travel long distance along the road
with their hand cart of chattels
while their tears rolling over their eyes
Parents are thinking about their children's future
and children hate to see their parents suffering
Many years have been gone and nothing has been done
The war is still going on without any improvement
Because of our careless and adamant leadership
the innocent people are still living in refugee camp
They are victims of diseases, accidents, violence, poverty
kidnaps, rapes and cruelties towards humanity
Let us join together and save these innocent people
from the hands of uncivilized people on earth.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @2004 Ravi Sathasivam
Why must people be such liars,
Always starting little fires,
When their date to live expires,
They'll be burned in hell much dryer.
Why must people be so false,
The only thing they do is talk,
They lie no matter what the cost,
They lie when all their pride is lost.
Liars suck they always will,
I'll hate them till my breath stands still,
Their hearts are icy, cold, and chilled,
Lies are why the people kill.
I didn't know the moon could cry
But I saw it with my own eyes
It looked like rain the day you died
As tears fell from the skies
Some people said it was only rain
But I knew the moon was sad
It rose each night to stare at you
'Til the jealous stars got mad
These days it doesn't shine as bright
As it did for you back then
Sometimes it won't come out at night
Its sorrow keeps it in
The sun shines a little bit longer now
To cover for the moon
Some people say it's longer days
Not because you left too soon
I saw the moon the other night
Just before the rain
But we know it wasn't rain at all
It's tears from all its pain
It was genius when the Wright Brothers invented the airplane.
But sadly their invention has brought about a lot of pain.
Many people have died in plane crashes over the years.
Planes are great but the casualties bring a lot of tears.
If the airplane hadn't been invented, Pearl Harbor and 9/11 wouldn't have taken place.
Many thousands of people have been killed who can never be replaced.
People love planes and jets until they see a loved one being put in a hearse.
The Wright Brothers were brilliant but sadly they brought about a curse.
I long to wish we could choose where we're born
and not be pierced and constantly torn
I wish that love didn't have so much pain
that it didn't consist of feelings of strain
I wish that it was something sweet and guiding
and not full of fear, hurt and hiding
I wish that love was something true and strong
that actually makes you feel like you belong
I wish that we didn't have to argue
or get angry or disagree or feel so used
I wish that friendship was strong and freeing
and not make you feel a sense of fleeing
I wish people would listen to things you say
And not be mean and nasty like they do day to day
I wish that beauty didn't matter this much
so we could all be accepted and feel that special touch
I wish that we didn't feel so broken
so that we can listen to people when they've spoken
I wish that we weren't all self centered
so we could live a good life and not feel resented
To the bottom of the ocean,
where the fish can only dream,
to the bottom of the ocean,
to build our graves-
among the sea.
Tuvalu, Tuvalu-
our home and friend,
our birth place-
and end;
we love you.
To the bottom of the ocean,
clutching sand with grasping nails,
to the bottom of the ocean,
our pleas for help-
have sadly failed.
Tuvalu, Tuvalu-
our home and friend,
our birth place-
and end;
we love you.
To the bottom of the ocean,
to the bottom of the coral reef,
where our homes have been neglected-
to rot in silence beneath the sea.
Please don't forget us.
- Tuvalu is an island nation that is sinking to the bottom of the ocean due to rising sea
levels caused by climate change.
To those of you who still feel that global pollution isn't a problem, you have been taken
in by gas company propaganda. People who would sell their own mother to slavery to protect
their profits, much less allow a whole race of people to sink to their deaths.
If you still think that man made global warming is a lie then you have to fly to Tuvalu
and stand in the waist high water and tell the Tuvalu people why you think they should die.
I am in a huge crowd with hundreds of people around me
I still feel alone without you my love
Few people talking to me and smiling at me
I tried to smile but I feel it's very hard to me
I am feeling that I am talking to everyone normally
In fact I am silent like am deaf and dumb
You don't know how much I miss you
You really don't know how much I care for you
But I just lost myself in your missing memories
The memories that you missed , that are safely locked in my heart
I don't know whether you remember me or not
But you just became my remembrance
I don't know whether I am in your memory or not
But I just left only with your memories
I just left with your beautiful smile, your shying face and completely you
I don't have any place even for myself in my heart
because you are completely occupied it
Oh my memory! I love you a lot
Because SHE is in every single page of my memory.............Raaj
From far away
The people come
Wanting water
Wanting rum
In the fountain
They do see
A billion dollars
Glittering
The children stroll
Across the walk
At the table
Fathers talk
Happy glances
From mom to mom
In the garden
Life is calm
Piercing sounds
In the ears
Newborn screams
Enticing fear
Blinding light
Cannot see
The mushroom cloud
Takes a tree
Weathered wind
Knocks kids down
Earth is breaking
All around
Death smoke
Fills the lungs
It’s the very thing
They ran away from
Hell in a form
Of light
It vaporized
The estate with night
On the walls
Their shadows stained
From far away
The people came
Carrying along
The atom rain
When you look at me
I bet you don't see
My pain, hate and loss
Because I keep it in a vase.
Hidden away from the world
I know that it is unheard of
But it works for me.
I wish I was who I wanted to be,
But all people do is hate,
Once in a while
I wish I could smile,
Maybe sadness is my fate.
Now I'll bet you'll never guess
Why people call me emotionless.
An entire family is dead and I'm the one to blame.
I drove while I was drunk and I'm filled with shame.
I drank too much while I was in that bar.
It was a big mistake when I drove my car.
While I was driving, I hit a stationwagen head on.
Because of me, those innocent people are gone.
I killed those parents and their three kids.
The pain is consuming me because of what I did.
Those kids won't have a life because I cut them down.
I am the one who deserves to be buried in the ground.
When the cops arrived, I was placed under arrest.
As I sit in this cell, I am miserable and depressed.
I wish that this was a nightmare but sadly it's real.
I learned the hard way that drinking and driving kills.
(I DEDICATE THIS FICTIONAL POEM TO ALL OF THE INNOCENT PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN
KILLED BY DRUNK DRIVERS.)
My prayers go out to the people of Haiti.
All the sons, and daughters,
The moms, fathers, sisters and brothers.
I pray for you like no other.
This disaster has stricken
out of from under.
Many lost, many mourned for.
Under the ruble city floor.
Please God, rescue these people.
Save them from these quakes.
Please God, I have faith
that you will save them with much haste.
I continue to pray for the people of Haiti,
stricken with grief.
Those without a home,
and those buried in stone.
~Earthquake~
(Swap Quatrain)
It struck so hard and people died,
Happened so quick,many are dead.
The earth shook,took them all off guard.
And people died,it struck so hard.
Dredful picture,so much sorrow.
People crying,suffering shows.
Some lost it all and thats for sure.
So much sorrow,dreadful picture.
They need our aid and our prayers.
'Cause this pain is more than they bear.
Tragedy takes toll and they bleed.
Our prayers and our aid they need.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
January,15,2010
Author Notes:
Dedication poem to the people of Haiti.
Assassinated! Four of our presidents died,
A killer's shot and our people cried,
The killers were caught and paid for their crimes,
Two were shot, the others did their time.
Attempts on the lives of seven more
Made guarding the president a dangerous chore,
The Secret Service took over in 1901,
But to guard the president they had to have guns.
To bad our presidents have to think of dying,
They should be focusing everything on supplying
Our country's people with the best Life they can give,
Instead of wondering, if after their term, they will still live.
To end this very sad but true story,
I don't think our presidents worry,
The g-men do a wonderful service
So the president doesn't have to be nervous.
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