The slain damned sister
Look at me while you sleep,
Look deep into my eyes.
Sink into a slumber,
Where you’ll never see the rise.
I’ll wash your face with falling tears,
That drown the sight in yours.
While every ounce of pain you gave,
Settles in our pores.
You’ll slowly fade to nothing,
A ghost of what was well.
Sleep tight, my love, forever
And find your rest in hell.
say her name Irena came to United States seeking freedom found death
Sacrificial
Love for all mankind
Agonizing pain
Indescribable
Nailed to ths cross
God so loved the world
that he sent his only son
as a living sacrifice
to set us free
from sin
pierecrd for our transgressions
no words can describe such Love
that you would die for us
so we can be free
thank you Lord
Amen
For full nine months forlorn widow,
Every nine hours by window;
Men watching their every shadow,
Still hoping for her Ricardo,
Who'd promised her Eldorado,
This doing in a Choice Meadow...
Now, The Incommunicado,
Gone her main source of Bravado
And Volunteering Troubadour,
To her a Buck she to him Doe,
Ricardo, not innocent, though...
Slain for vanishing with Grang's dough
Relaxing in our comfortable seats.
declaring that it's a crying disgrace
honestly, it doesn't matter to us
further than just facts are required.
to justify all of this suffering and loss
of another heinous crime
we are refusing to look
take a step back.
as the number of victims grows.
every day
Written: May 26, 2022
I
Spirit of God gives wisdom:
Read Acts, chapters 4 & 5
Doing charity and kicked down
Ananais & Sapphira: not alive
II
Peter sensed this couple, Christian
Had ignoble motives, sold land
Lied to him, they donated everything
At his feet. Scary bible study. Be warned
Sad the dark of night has fallen once again,
Rapturing the light of another splendid day
Wherein I have many noisome dragons slain.
Reintroducing me to a night of nagging pain
Beneath this quilted coverlet for solace I will lay,
Sad the dark of night has fallen once again.
I foresee the wee hours of a hot, searing chain
Tightening around my joints, it is no simple play
Wherein I have many noisome dragons slain.
Strange, so apparent, it comes when I have lain
On my bed in peaceful slumber come what may,
Sad the dark of night has fallen once again.
Though those who know explain arthritis plain
And I know nothing about the condition is fey,
Wherein I have many noisome dragons slain.
Is there some moral lesson one suffers to gain?
To dread the early morning hours in this way
Sad the dark of night has fallen once again,
Wherein I have many noisome dragons slain.
written March 11, 2022
And so the show begins
in an effort to simplify
they obfuscate
complicate and
obliterate
.......simplicity
Thank you,
Mr Officer for showing me
The devil is alive an real
Your cruelty is what makes
A Black man constantly bleed
It doesn't matter if I am raped
Or I cant breathe
Your errors are classified as third degree
You are praised for making
A Black man bleed
This law is unjust and so unreal
'Jesus please',
This Spirit have me on my dying knees
While chanting satan make this Black man bleed
On the floor he whispers
You want some more
While my blood is poured
Mr Officer, I can't breathe
I would appreciate if you release me, ' PLEASE'
Lift your knees and give me ease
So I can live
To say, Jesus Forgive Him
'Please'.
BEAUTY THAT SLAIN
Vivacious voyage into the Azure
Heart never embark on this imaginative story
Without the consent of the body
To envision your whole, glamour and bliss
Which is a physical adorningly masterpiece
Lips sumptuous, dripping sweetness in every word
Your beauty term others odd
You could have been Miss World
But you ain't part of this world.
Like a knight I raise the sword
Not to spill blood
But in adulation of beauty of a god
Cos your posh of beauty heal the world
Enchantingly fascinating me like an enchantress
Reeling and basking in emotions without duress.
Now I am hyperventilating,
Sexual desires I am venting
Only mutual affections
Will start and end this,
Nailed it, erections killed it;
Setting my heart racing while buttocks on the sit.
What have you caused this soldier of 9 lives?
A love bleed, deeper than piercing of knives.
No retreat no surrender is my mojo
And I'll rock your boat like it's a slow mo'.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2nd April, 2020.
If Only I Could Soon Be Slain Again
If only I could soon be slain again,
As first true love and she slew me.
With pure joy, from ear to ear I would grin,
We would settle down by the sea!
If only, life would not change my bold plans
And steal dearest fruit from my tree.
On white-sand beaches we would get our tans
Breathing fresh sea air, being free!
Should we ever have that love-chance again,
Under new suns with cheerful glows.
I would cherish her gold, a blessed man,
In love's firm grasp, see that it grows!
For that chance, what dragon must I now slay?
Answer please, I fear more delay!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-23-2017
Sonnet, in 10-8 syllable verses...
128 syllables , 108 words... mark hit...
Addicted to the pain
Reaching out for help would be vain
Many woes I have slain
Happy only when feeling drained
No point trying to abstain
Letting my demons dance in the rain
What is destined is insane
A one-way ticket for a dead-end train
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain
Only confined by invisible chains
Flowing free like the blood in my veins
Kept in a cage constructed by my brain
The world visible through the window pane
I shall not move, I stay in my lane
With all of my options, I light the butane
For I am, addicted to the pain
Where have all the Poets gone,
has time then captured and slain
Those heraldic writers of messaged truth
—whose shields once bore their names
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
SLAIN
In my heart there is this emptiness
It's like I'm in the wilderness
Starving yet there is no food
Messed up...damaged,nothing good
If I could I would...
Change the very situation
The cut too deep,I can feel the pain
Hurt,broken;my heart broken
It hurts,the whole of me slain
Was connected to it but now it's been taken...
The thing I was attached to
Fell for it,my heart too
You have heard of Shakespeare's tales
But this is my story I tell
Not fantasy,not fairy,but reality
It's a confession from the victim
The latter... the latter thought it would last for eternity
Proven wrong by the outcome
I embraced it warmly but forgot the Rose is thorny
Now it's tearing my flesh apart
I've got to remain immobile can't move my body...not even a part
Warm liquid gushing out, flesh wounds, so a rose could harm me?
In My Silence, Rests The Remains Of A Slain Beast
In my silence, rests the remains of a slain beast,
the gathering of wolves, to indulge in a feast.
Such was once not a defeat in deep shame
rather, a great victory in a man's family name.
This day I speak this truth, of the ancient past
cherished words of sweet life, such may be my last
True, once my walk was in the clouds, lofty air
of that memory, I now have far, far less care.
Sweet love and life, thy music no longer plays
my soul, no longer rejoices in its lost ways
A harsh reality has now ate deep into my bones
dark music plays and in its loud wicked tones.
In my silence, rests the remains of a slain beast,
the gathering of wolves, to indulge in a feast.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-27-2018
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