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~Alice Sweet Alice~ *Like Sisters* Everyday -- Holding Hands Sunday Dress -- Pink Ribbons *Her And I* How can they say she did not exist This Sweet Girl I Named Alice The way she looked at me -her eyes tender green A body figure I can't describe Together we played hide and seek We swung in ways no one could see This girl with pretty red curls Who loves the sound of pouring rain. Together we slept under the same breeze We carved our names on the same tree Side by Side it Read Alice & I! We whispered the day I fell off my bike Alice sweet Alice, said I look good in bloody red Every day I stared into the mirror Alice put her left hand on my right We share the same identical scars, under the right and left palm. The way she held my hand Healed the scrapes in every fall Beating from the bullies, she could not take Again Alice, whispers--- "Kill Them All!" No one ever said a word, when she stood by my side Alice, knew me inside and out. She knew my eyes -When they cried! Now I can't sleep, Since the day Alice, fell in the abyss Forever conscious in a self hug --- this is no dream The rage took place --- when she left! Burning curtains Empty mirrors This Girl Named Alice, spoke of darkness Then disappeared Now when I hear the sound of pouring rain I stare at the shadows on the wall I allow myself to soak in the abyss of where it started all. My hair of red, is not the same These cuts are all that remain The only clue in which Alice, was here! Holding on to stainless blade ALICE SWEET ALICE! Please call my name! Why did they say she never held a single breath? I know she is real, she's existed Why else would I had let her cut my wrist? This Sweet Girl "I YELL FOR ALICE!" Visits again --- Who is to believe? For everyone says Alice lives inside my head. By;PD
Does the past really matter? Does it set you free? I'm absorbed in the sin, That is surrounding him and me. Lost in the curiosity, Cold to the touch. Drenched in the poison, With my dignity in his clutch. Feeling like I was cheated; I chose the evil instead of light. I traded in the sunshine, For what lurks in the night. I disobeyed his orders, I gave up security to be unsure. I went against the warnings, Gave into darkness instead of remaining pure. Once my bed was made of soft grass, But now it is made of stone. Was plump from all of the luscious fruit, Now I'm starving to the bone. My curse is one of circumstance. The punishment a crime, I'm stuck inside this dampened cave, For the rest of time. My world came crashing down, The grief has not subsided. My heart broke completely, When my sons collided. My misery a token, From the abandonment I earned. Upon the time spent in sorrow, There was a lesson to be learned. Have I found the moral? Only in time we shall see, For all I did was eat an apple- From the Knowledge tree.
I am Reality's angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?
Voices bottled up, far away…out of reach I still hear them, echoing in my brain I try not to believe the fear—the disdain So long I have avoided their gaze, But here they are again, at a distance— All ablaze! I toughened my shell that night, From the amplified words drenched in my hands I cried so many tears for no words came Unionized by grief and frustration, How could I ever embrace such abandon? I thought I could recognize by the fruits As they were right before my eyes But within their very cores, Tears blur the rotten cries The very words and deeds unspoken—untold The very truth you tamper and mold As fists clench—as confused youth look on! He fashioned you with gold! I hear gleeful harsh warnings—poetry—of the collateral damage of my brothers Running up and down the streets—rampant to get at others I try to see the beauty in every single shade But now, all I can do is pray Voices bottled up, far away…out of reach I still hear them, echoing in my brain I try not to believe the fear—the distain So long I have avoided their gaze, But here they are again, at a distance— All ablaze! All I can do I can do is pray All I must do is pray As the fumes of the anger light up today Destroying all trapped inside Splitting the atoms of our faith I promise you will fall!!! How gleeful you all are! I promise the unity is all a dream Nothing's like it seems Inside, I feel blood boiling, but I cringe Refusing to add to the chaos My voice box bludgeoned by their fears Replaced with stranger's tears Too long have I avoided my gaze In the mirror showing nothing but the hardened Unable to recognize the rot within I stay…I pray Until true words heal and answers free And the rest I leave in the hands that see Here they are again Within me, around me Surrounding me Frozen—cold… unfeeling, BOLD. He fashioned us with gold He fashioned us with gold
Where does my conscious go, when demons raise their fiery eyes, They steal my very soul, killing all which is sanctified, Engulfed by instant fears, no longer hearing loved ones cries, The beast within appears, telling me I am justified, I have already lost, no reprieve from my mortal sin, All reason now is blocked, as I become the beast within, No pity can I feel, as I make my grandiose stand, Yes the horror is real, as I destroy all that I can, Where do my feelings go, when demons raise their snarling lips, Bringing an all new low, into my life now torn to bits, Certain of being right, I flail and thrash as if in fits, I threaten and I strike, with great fury the demon spits, Yet I still stand and shout, my ugly hate and derision, Accusing lies said out loud, revolting words - degradation, Just look at what I've done, I scream my blatant confession, Ready to blame anyone, for my evil molestation, Where does my true love go, when demons raise their gruesome head, Destroying all I know, without slightest hesitation, There is no where to hide, hideous deeds - infinite dread, Shame crushes senseless pride, nothing left but devastation, Recoiling in horror, reality enters the room, Now begins the torture, judgment of my now mortal soul, The evil that is me, my conscious has become my tomb, I look and all I see, marks my spirit and takes its toll, Where does salvation go, when demons raise their awful screech, Making damnation grow, as dark shadows envelope me, How can I persevere, and escape from this demon's reach, For he is always near, and may kill eventually, Cold and chilling insight, I now realize what is at stake, And the one path which might, protect the ones I truly love, But how can I just leave, this world I worked so hard to make, And cause even more grief, for family and God above. Where does my resolve go, when demons raise their deadly claws, Tearing at all I know, stealing my conscious care and pride, I can't run anymore, all is destroyed everything lost, Now beaten tired and sore, I've lost my path into the light, Who can I reach out to, when all I love recoil in fear, Eyes beseech black and blue, where once was love - now only hate, Yes I know - I'm the cause, the reason for each falling tear, And while demons give pause, I must face my terrible fate.
What is it like, when no one can see the roses blooming in your heart When no one understands you When you are two worlds apart When everything you say they take the opposite way Saying that you are evil That you are a menace to their day What is it like when you continue to pray then nothing but evil comes your way Trying to go forward to achieve yet constantly being hindered by traps and schemes So called friends taking away their laughter and hugs When you call on the name of Jesus, they say you are on bad drugs Being misunderstood happens all the time Darkness seems to be clouding your sunshine Rejection seems to be the cause of much pain What is it like when their love turns vain Sometimes it feels like i could of would of should That's what it's like to be misunderstood
Oh what a mistake I have made, Traveled so far to end up this way. Not in a million years would I have guessed, That this idea was truly not one of my best. Never had known things had changed so much, We for sure had fallen so far out of touch. So many different do's , don't , and bewares, Actually has left me absolutely scared. What a fool I was to ever believe, That she would ever be in love with me. At my age you would think I know better, You can trust this will be remembered forever. Oh what a terrible mistake I have made, Wanting all these memories to just fade away. Tac
Put a bullet in my brain as the rain sweeps her out of my arms and places her into another's. Put a bullet in my brain for I don't want to see love slip away please end my suffering, for I don't want to dare see her in the arms of another man. I fear the tear that slips away from my soul and touches the ground with a splash as she is washed away by the lashed memories of the rain, please, someone put a bullet in my brain. I can't bear to see her with another man laying in his arms as he charishes her beauty just like I did to her. As she smiles and laughs at his jokes my heart would not bare the sorrow and pain that would tare my heart apart into pieces of tainted love. Please tell the rain to stop, as the pain grows when rain comes down, please someone end my suffering, put a bullet in my brain and stop the rain that washes away every memory of her. Stop saying you miss me and just kiss me for I can't take the pain of the rain that takes you away. Kiss me and stop saying you miss me for those are useless words to me. Love is where it's at, so show me. Don't go with him, he'll treat you wrong. Love and laugh with me till the break of dawn as we yawn the long night away. Kiss me and don't say you miss me. For if you go away from me, I couldn't bare to take a tear and waste it away. Tears, sweet tears crying for you, doesn't that mean anything to you? I ask you, stop the rain, stop the pain and put that bullet in my brain. Let the red blood flow from my temples. Let the plow dig my grave, for I can't bare to see you with another in his arms, him kissing you, where I kissed you. I can't take it, I have to make it, make that pain go away. Prayer didn't help, God turned a blind eye when I came up and said why! Put that bullet in my dome and when I lay in the coffin, looking at the roof of the church you come and kiss me, and then you can really say that you'll miss me.
All this time I have always had my doubts, Not the person led to believe is what I found out. To be deceived and lied to for oh so long, Down deep I knew there was something wrong. Head over heels I had fallen in love , Always thought you were sent from above. How the knife is twisted into my side , So much pain I can do nothing but cry. These memories of what I thought was real, I'm confused and I don't how how to feel. Is this really possible that I did not know, Through all this time it never showed. Such an evil thing to do to a man , Especially the lies which he could not stand. How cruel and cold your heart must be , To carry on as you did never letting me see. Hard to accept all those moments so dear , Realizing they are now my greatest fears . What was to be Joy and Happiness, Replaced by the feelings of a loneliness. Never did I imagine this happening to me , Thinking that you and I were meant to be . It's a very hard thing for a man to accept , When he finds out that he's been tricked. Was it the money or the control you had , Maybe because you are really just that bad. Some day soon for this you will have to pay , For the sins against me and your evil ways. Goodbye to you who ever you are , For in this heart you have left brutally scarred. Tac.
My life has been one enormous charade, A make believe game, A play I have played, A story I tell myself, day and night, Hidden from myself, out of sight, A game of hide and seek, While searching for something else to eat. The game, A cosmic game, A comic game, A bad joke, A puff of smoke, A laugh, A bath, A lonely path, The Game. I used to take it so seriously, Think it, feel it so real, so perfectly, So certain I that was right, That I lived in the light, So convinced that I knew the rules, So obvious I had all the tools, That I saw the truth, That I saw the light, Would win the battle, win the fight. Heard the sound of the distant drum, Calling me to battle with the devious one. The walls of my ego were high and mighty, My dreams and delusions danced in front of me, Their smooth dark surface impossible to climb, Images I swallowed and thought were mine. I made them alive, moving and real, Twist and turn like a slimy eel, Just to tell myself that I was still someone, Playing in the game and having lots of fun, Just to tell me and to tell you, That I wasn't a loser, So I wouldn't hear the words game over. Game over, Check and mate, Here's the gate, You have to take, Out of the Game, The game of shame. The game of avoiding being blue, Of dogging the bullets they shot at you, The atomic bomb they drop on your head, The monsters that they put under your bed. The game of hiding away, Live to play another day, Even if it's only make believe, The prizes in plastic, And not worth a dime, At least I have the impression that they are mine, At least I don't fell the pain, The pain of shame, In this perverted game. So that I don't feel I'm a prisoner, Tied to this post, Don't even realise that I'm only a ghost, That the truth is well hidden, On the board of the game. That the prizes are in plastic, But they are shiny and new, The paint hardly chipped, The emptiness hardly shows through, The laughing is loud, The smiles are all warm and friendly, And we are all together, Joyful and happy. The illusion is REAL, And only the mad man knows, That it's a rotten deal. more of my poems at http://labyrinthoflies.com
I'm lost hurt and angry Why did you take his life I want, No I need to know Tell me, Tell me why I deserve to know Haven't you done enough to him What'd he ever do to you He suffered his whole life Suffered more than anyone deserved Tell me, Tell me why you did it I have a right to know Why'd you let him born to them Born to worthless parents Parents who didn't care They threw him away like garbage Pawned him off on someone else Tell me, Tell me why Explain how you could do that You gave him Polio You let others treat him like disease You took away the full use of his legs You warped his hand and foot Tell me, Explain to me why I deserve to know You let others think he was crazy You let it go on for over year You didn't stop it, Why Tell me, Give me your reason Answer me God, Help me to understand You go and make matters worse You gave him Cancer You didn't give him a chance to fight back You just jerked him away from us Tell me, Tell me how How you could be so cruel How can others not question you When others do it, It's murder But when it's by your hand It's your will, Their fate Tell me, What makes you so different Your no better than the demons knocking at the door You heard me beg and plead You know I'm not afraid to die I was willing to carry it all for him I was willing to take my Daddy's place You didn't even let me say Goodbye Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place Answer me God, you owe me that much Spiritual
My Dad was Chicagoan. He would light up a room just like my Mom. He loved to fish ! He loved his beer . He also designed a Octagon home in the 70's Built custom by hand . I was very proud of Dad . Alcohol hit our Family , a curse . He left my Mom when I was 14 in Illinois. To renew in California , leaving a trail of tears . Meeting my step mom , my sisters age . My 2 sisters they were accepted in her world . Not I , I looked too much Like Mom . Told this all my Life . She a petite Beauty , RN , real estate Broker . I did not see why it was wrong to be like mom ? I moved in with Dad, His new Wife , and 2 sisters eventually . All three women were competing for my Father . I was kicked out at 16 yrs. Years do pass , you try and accept people places and things . At the end of Dads life , he was calling me once a week . I ordered a Engraved Clock for the Fathers day coming. This was a issue for the Wife and sisters , never invited to his new home , 2 Decades ~My little Brother & I , never wanted . Dad passed suddenly one sad Spring Day . Not one word from his wife , all 3rd party, how and when, Dad Died . being denied the right to his address , even to say goodbye . Not being able to send my engraved clock . "Dad Passed " received call from sister whom just stayed a week with me , I took her all around the sites here . "1st day I get call , you should come , 2nd Day after , Dad's been cremated already . " It was a lie. I went anyway , finding the funeral home, the Funeral Director was appalled at the denial displayed. He insisted I was given 10 minutes alone with Dad , my Birthright to say Goodbye , he was in dismay over the Hostility towards a daughter ~ I get to this room of mean relative's. His sisters , Mine, angry looks , hearing from a Aunt "What is she doing Here ! " I can't give nor reason or rhyme. Shame to you and all that participated that wicked day. Are you Glorified with Power? Denied the right to grieve , Left with no sane answers to give in hatred received by Blood . Some , just Spouses , telling me I had no right to Say Goodbye to my own Father , My DAD . My Dad wanted me there , I know he did . I love Him and will never forget , his youngest girl whom looked like Mom . I know in my heart and dreams he speaks. We all see when we leave . May God not allow any Son or Daughter to go through such Evil. Thank-you Poetry Soup for returning my voice .
In summertime, the ivy climbs, and hides the castle wall. The king dreams of late, that the sea is so great, and yet - his boat is so small. As swift as a fox and dark as a raven on wing, seven hundred soldiers march into the valley of the king. Long overdue, a battle ensues flanking the powers that be. Children cry, and good men die, the monarch is now on his knee… Soon the horsemen alone try to maintain the throne. But the long way around is the shortest way home. The evening is filled with chaos and smoke, and the kingdom is stunned by it all… Soon the sun will go down, and in spite of his crown, the king will undoubtedly fall… His rival's strength was mistaken, by a king overtaken, his life is now but a pawn. His authority lifted, the power has shifted – an era of glory is gone… Copyright © 2013
"My college try at 'You're in a Horror film " something has taken over his spirit I do think I'll be his next ... The land line rings , I answer Hello ? a response with crackling voice. " Do you remember me , I am an old friend ? " Who is this ? I respond noticing the rain falling hard .. a sketchy voice response.. I am here , can't you see me? "is this a sick Joke ? as I grab a knife for protection" I'm calling the police ! This is Harassment ! " The police are here ' ....'in a psychotic response The lights go out , the lightning from the storm has hit a tree, I am scarred now, looking for all candles to light my way A loud Knock ! Again a knock , I slam the phone down , fearfully lock the door fast, yet trembling. It's as if someone is breathing a cold breath with a long finger nail running down my back .. Knock Knock again , I look out the peep hole, it is the police ! Opening the door , The Policeman says " We are checking to see if you are Ok ? You need to let me in and stand behind me " The policeman calls for backup to Elm Street . " Someone said they saw a tall man with a mask and knife enter your basement , The storm has blown out the electricity, lines are down " Grabbing the cordless, I respond " someone just called , scarring me! " That is not possible , these lines have been down for hours , the person driving by called prescient on a cell. I try to get a line and the phone is dead .... The policeman is searching the home with a flashlight . As he goes into the Kitchen I see a large knife in his Back shirt , Now he is laughing ..the phone rings .. 'you're in a Horror movie contest '
He had a dream ,then many more When he was just a lad But school, and all those bonds it tied It slowed him down a tad And all his dreams did fade away As the bullying went on Till, a sad but gifted boy Got lost in a darker song. His father had his own dreams He did not care at all That the only way to be with kids Is bring them up with rules Yet love them more than life itself He scorned the boy all day And all his youth, and joy in life Was swept out of the way. As This fellow did grow up They brain washed him, those ones Who called themselves his family They gave him knives and guns And taught him hatred well disguised In the mask of their beliefs And all the boy did ever know Was misery and grief. It started off with road kill beasts He found upon the roads Dissecting them he found was fun When he was in that mode His mind it so intense would grow Yes death it was his game His sad young mind was growing up And soon would come his fame. He started hunting with his guns Any creature that did move It seemed that he to all the world Was out himself to prove Then he got bored 'Oh what the hell' The creature told himself 'I need to do some bigger stuff He was low on mental wealth. First it started, one young girl Who was wandering alone Became the victim of this fellow Although with heart of stone He charmed the lady with his manner Then took away her life Causing to those folk who love her A heap of mental strife But then with the passing of the weeks Another girl was slain Then another, and another The fellow was insane But now he sits there in his cell A gentle little fellow Who when a person talks with him Is always kind, and mellow. He lives in hell, yet no one knows And no one cares at all His night mares have caught up with hin He's acting like a fool All cowering and quivering The furies they are here And now he suffers awfully His mind all filled with fear. And folk call out, 'give him the rope!!' How little these folk know This mans descending into hell And his fear can only grow His Karma it does follow him He has nowhere to go Yet maybe from insanity A good seed well might grow. 15 June 2013 @ 1920hrs
In a strange environment under gross darkness and whispering night,I found myself with a companion. We walked an endless journey across the woods..eerie sounds we heard,a crack! then the undead resurrecting from marshes,we ran seeking for cover. These creatures howled as they drew near with blood dripped mouths,my fear deepened,I called out to my friend a flesh eater he became. Under the whispering night I stood alone, seemed the world stood still,as these monsters encircled me,I closed my eyes wishing I was not born. Suddenly,a bright light shone,dispersed darkness,repelled these zombies-then eerie noises ceased, and the world revolved once again. A knock,I realized I drifted to sleep as my companion entered my car. We zoomed off towards the horizon under the bright sky. Name:ifeanyi B. Ekechukwu. Date:24/10/2013
I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done, I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine Like the late great who came before my time I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life Now that ain't right! As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite Night after night Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight Although, we'll be all right They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right Instead we're the light to a lying greed That will enlighten life to a brand new seed A man of God indeed Freed from the Son that bleeds Like the summer breeze He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe The air that please A satisfaction like the birds and the bees My word's words are the keys That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy So shall our comradery That will bring comfort to a struggling society A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity Unifying the physics of theory That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy Similar to the Cosby X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality Like life's calamity And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically However, I've discovered a system That can mathematically destroy ignorancy And turn our state of mind intellectually I elect that He (God) selects me to be And be that man who may lead this community So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny Like we were destine to be We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we. Because we are... The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous Our potentials are endless And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this So it's time we put a stop to this The biggest enemy of self And that's envy and jelousness Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is A promised made sealed with a kiss Knowing this Is the next best thing since "In the beginning" In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!
When night face appears: Hades erupts with the hammer of death,stiring the waters. Lemures dashing forth and back preying on wandering souls-tell-tale odor pervading the atmosphere. Resistance is like chasing shadows. Shackles of bondage looming,even the blue- blooded under chains and fetters. Howling winds harmonize with howls of night marmosets- creatures of doom. Splattered blood spread like cancer: a norm of the day. Mountains of carcasses caressing the sky. The world becomes scene of blood bath, carnages mounting, screams perforating the atmosphere. Long ago,a human phoenix lived and died-lo he lives! (Carpe diem)! He offers hands of goodwill with beaming smiles.
Walking threw the mist of the night, on the path that lead deep into the forest, in absence of sound; from one whom was bought, no body shell be found, of those who might be lost, homeward bound, as we raven through this hollow ground. Cross sentences that are incomplete, fractions that make you weak, threw words that you learned so well, life is a living hell, don't front and pull back, end of line, number check, in the story and on track, blank page, ink intact.
Overcoming Evil With Good... "Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good." This verse from scripture is often misunderstood. Many tend to "get back" at someone who's "wronged them." Whether it be from a stranger... or even a friend. You cannot fight evil with evil-- this isn't God's plan! His concept of love and mercy-- you need to understand. Remember the words Jesus said in the beatitudes. Perhaps this can stop any "revengeful attitudes." You were called to be holy-- with Godliness in mind. To be filled with his mercy... being gentle and kind. Rise above whatever evil may come your way/ Overcome by doing this with God's goodness... today! Allow the cross of Christ to be lifted up in your life. Allow his spirit to remove all malice, bitterness and strife. A compassionate and loving person in you... others will see! What you do today--will impact your eternity! An overcomer of evil is often difficult to do. Obey and trust God-- He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton Rom. 12:21
Written when I left my family and went to live in a bad space, filled with every kind of evil...peter Creating Happiness It's a block of flats, five stories high In each room there's a story Could be a tale of loneliness It could be one of glory But mostly I see poor damned souls Who have no place to go In many of these rooms, my friends No happiness does glow. Well me, I've lived here for a while I have my little room It's where I sit and write my poems And cut through all the gloom By banging on my old guitar And singing out my songs Or playing my harmonica Sometimes the whole day long. It seems the music calms the souls Of all these hurting guys Cause most of them that live in here They never pass me by Without a wave and a friendly smile Maybe this be my thing Amidst all of this misery Some joy in here to bring.
Copyright © 2013 07/17/2013 Skittles and a soda against a gun in its holster? One day that scream will be known as a teen not a heinous lying Fein What a sinister ploy and twist with a loaded gun and no fist? Had everyone sitting and waiting doomed by a verdict just delaying Was this just an optical illusion or, a devious planned conclusion? Now, this generation too afraid wearing hoodies will get you dead But, the Klan was still glad hoodies they've always had A verdict they too saw, ushering in martial law by: LP edited: 7/30/13
To mothers all over the world: If your son starts growing a beard, rams a stick of dynamite up his ass, rails on about imaginary infidel neighbors and puts a dirty rag upon his head; please place him in a mental institution. I know that a large percentage of young men think with the little head in their pants instead of the big head attached to their necks, but hopefully a mental health professional can convince such a warped young mind that no murder is justified and that if he carries out his maniacal scheme there will definitely not be seventy two virgins anxiously waiting for his soul to enter their domain because there are absolutely no (zero) virgins in Hell.
Political Correctness Brings Weakness! In our country's pursuit of "political correctness…" We're not in a position of strength… But weakness! It's like you can't hardly say anything anymore… And you find yourself outside the courtroom's door! We may think we're strong… But we're weakened! You may ask; "how could all of this happen???" We've attempted to replace God with a "new morality." This has brought a new generation of "moral depravity." We bend our laws to what is called; "constitutional." And forget about what is truth! And what is biblical! Even the ten commandments are often ridiculed and scorned. As a great rise of ungodly living has been formed! A tide of sexual perversion is what has taken place! Bringing into my homes, much heartache and disgrace! God's truth is often "thrown out," and avoided! While a "new kind of living" has often been decided! We need YOU Jesus! Now! More than ever before! Our sins, on the old rugged cross, is what he bore! Jesus is the answer to our problems! He is the solution! His blood can take away all of the sinful pollution! Please dear lord, touch and convict us with your power! Please heal this nation! We need YOU this hour! By Jim Pemberton 09/30/13
What happens when your only way out is so final, yet so beautiful? When the only one you've got is your captor, your abuser? When your chance at a legitimate escape is too far away, when you've just got to get away now? I'll tell you what happens: You get a little crazy, a little careless. You can't remember all of the people who care for you, the ones who would miss you. You get selfish. You can't see what causes it, so you can't fix it… this dysfunction. You know you can't just change it, because you're not the only one involved. So… You run. The first chance you get, you run. But there's no where to go. You know they'll come. You know they'll find you. So, you run. Just until you find a beautiful space. It's so beautiful, it might already be heaven. You'll find out soon. It's a beautiful cliff. Maybe they'll think you fell. It doesn't matter. Don't leave a note; Let them think what they will. Jump. Now's your chance. Hear them coming? They're closing in. Quick! Before they catch you. This is your last chance to escape. Jump. It won't hurt once you've hit the bottom. It can't be any worse than everyday. Do it now, Before there's anymore pain. Don't start thinking. They'll get over you. Move on without you. Jump. Before it's too late again. Just jump. Nothing will ever hurt again. Quick! Do it quick! Jump. … Just Jump. *This is the end of a tortured life.* Turns out… The bad guys win. …………
I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay
It's the story of an angel with sparkling white feathered wings, Whose halo shines bright & voice is enchanting when she sings. Her eyes had a glint that makes you fall in love, She brought with her all the peace that was above. In her mind, earth was a place full of joy & happiness Until a day that erased all her glee, all her gladness. She used to think that all people are beatific & pure Then she discovered most of them were cruel and insecure. [She became a] Refrain: Fire angel Her wings have turned to flames of hell Fire angel In her mind nothing goes well Fire angel When you see her you can tell She's a fire angel, a fire angel Fire angel Anything she does turns from good to bad Fire angel She used to laugh now she's always sad Fire angel, fire angel yeah fire angel Red eyes, black hair, always in the shadow Instead of feeling high she's always being low Don't get too close to her she could burn you She's a volcano who erupted & destroyed everything too What could change her back now? If you know please tell us how To keep her from being rude Wickedness has filled her heart And now she's falling apart Please change her bad mood *Refrain After she lost each & every bit of hope she had And when nothing could convince her this world isn't bad, She found a bright light in the dark; she found her soul mate And ended up forgetting all spite, anger and hate. [She's no more a] Fire angel Now her heart beats sound like music Fire angel Now she's ambitious, strong and epic Fire angel Extinct fire she's angelic [Again…cause she's no more] The fire angel Whose wings have turned to flames of hell The fire angel In whose mind nothing goes well Fire angel,fire angel Now her heart beats sound like music Fire angel Now she's ambitious, strong and epic Fire angel
************ A lie slowly becomes' Mercy As the truth suddenly becomes' Crystal clear, However, There comes' a time where Life has equated itself with Death ----------- And yet, The implications' so unclear ----------- And then death has made off With it's own consumption Of Will -----------l As it breaches' it's own Confidence inundate.... And has blended it's own Way threw... As We seek the resound Sound know as the "Registrar" He make's Legions' of me and you -------------- When we do appear before him Fore He is far beyond man So repetitiously clear He makes' short work of perdition In the deliverance of all man -------------- And He delivers' sanity soulfully at will It is the "Just" among man ------------- Then in a chasm like appurtenance It becomes Evil Incorporate Evil on demand ------------- He then reveals' himself -For- He is but a creation threw time He brings superstition He play's with the mind And this He has been doing Since the beginning Of time GF
I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?
Just When It Seems Like Life Is Overwhelming! Just when it seems like I've faced my darkest night… And things in life, aren't turning out right… This is about the time, when things are falling apart! And I began to feel a lot of stress in my heart! I run to Jesus! I know that he wants to help me! He's always here! And promises to never leave me! He sees me, and speaks words of comfort, to follow! He reminds me, that he'll take care of today and tomorrow! He lets me know that he won't let go of my hand! Everything I'm going through… He understands! He turns back all of the problems that are overwhelming! And I see what things my life, are becoming! I have fellowship with Jesus! Like I never had before! He's given to me peace and hope! And much more! I'm glad I have such a wonderful friend like this! His love and joy… I don't want to miss! Thank you Jesus! For turning my life around! And for plating my life on a solid ground! You're all I want! And all that I've needed! With you as my Lord! My life has been completed! By Jim Pemberton
Is life worth a try? Would I be living a lie? If I smile, would it break? If I laugh, would it be fake? I see the tears from the sky and me See how self doubting I can be The feeling of damp grass The moment that's bound to last The ways I could wash away All the people who have gone astray Is it me to blame? When can my feelings be tame? Why is this world so dark? When can I actually make a mark? The tears all fall down Ive been given a permanent frown Standing out is not a choice Cant risk screaming with my voice The sky is now dark blue How many insults were true? I wish I could be pure They all hate me, I'm sure All eyes watch me every move So much that i want to prove why do i still put up a fight? Why shouldn't i just say goodnight? i don't have anyone to miss could death give me a dark ending kiss? Is there a reason for me to be here? I all i can feel is numbing fear I just want to feel the sun shine To feel happiness throughout my spine But that is just a dream That will float away with my desperate scream Help is the word i always say I ask for it everyday And what do i get? I pile full of regret I think it's time To end my faith, my suffering, my rhyme
I tried to write about love but I haven't felt it. I tried to write about the sea but I've never seen it. Then I tried to write about the air, but I have never breathed it. I tried to write about magic but I never believed it. I couldn't write about god, all I have ever done is sinned. And when I tried to write about life I found, I have never really lived.
Rootin' Tootin' Vladimir Putin is by far the worst rat bastard of The Twenty First Century. His competitors pale in comparison. They are rat bastards too, including the Iranian mullahs and the Chinese commie leaders; but compared to Vlad The Rotten Rat they are little more than mousey meanies.
We're Just Sinful Human Beings! All of us are just sinful human beings! Scripture says; "the heart is sinful above everything!" Even if we try to hide and wash our sins away… Wickedness in our heart, is there, each day! God made Adam and Eve, with perfection! But sin crept in, like a deep and wicked infection! He put them in the Garden of Eden with a choice. It was up to them to listen to his voice. They had all they could want, with one instruction. Disobeying this, would lead to their destruction. Satan took the form of a snake to tempt their mind. And their disobedience affected all of mankind! Since that time, mankind has needed atonement! Only the blood of Jesus can cleanse you! This very moment! Only his blood can wash away sin's dark stain! It can only be found when one calls on Jesus' name! We've all sinned and fallen short of God's glory! But wait! This doesn't have to be the end of the story! God and all of his angels in heaven, are waiting for YOU! The love and blood of Jesus, can make you BRAND NEW! His love, for our sins, is what he offers in exchange! You can be forgiven! And forever totally changed! This opportunity is for you, to reach out and take! Won't you do it now? For eternity's sake??? By Jim Pemberton
Blame the devil for the 298 murders: those poor lost souls who were aboard flight MH17 in the clear blue skies far above the nation of the Ukraine. The evil old serpent we call Satan has taken human form and calls himself Vladimir "Vlad The Mad Cad" Putin. He is the same soulless stone-hearted beast he always has been but is far uglier than anyone could have ever imagined even in the most nightmarish dreams of our youth. The devil indeed lives among us and he is out for more blood, including yours and mine.
Sitting alone here, all by myself, looking at a reflection that I do not recall. I see a face looking back at me, a twin, but not my twin, no I see a pale face, I see jealously, pain, sorrow, and a frown I see all the negative. I see fear, I see nothing. I am sitting alone, in my room white walls surround me. I hear the trains blow their horns off in the distance, and the cars and trucks roaring down the lonesome highways. I can even the crying and wailing of sirens blazing down the avenues, "Where is the fire, folks!?" The wind blows through my window, moving the blinds back and forth, and I sit there alone, smiling and singing a little. Sitting there alone, peaceful and tired wanting to rest my head, but scared too face the nightmares. Too hear the voices of the dead call out my name. And I sit there alone thinking of what once was, beauty and harmony nomore in my trial of certainty.
As the sun sets and the twilight comes out, as the birds and squrriels are no where in sight. As the whores and pimps sit on street corners, waiting for street lights to turn from green to red. As cadillacs stop and roll their windows down. I can her the faint cry deep in the darkness, of dirty gutters and dark, dead end alleyways, I hear the faint tears fall and hit concrete pavement. I feel the faint cries of whores, I hear the sound of backhand hitting face and brused tissue and broken noses are everywhere. And the somber tears fall onto pillow cases, and white motel bedsheets run red with blood and cheap Italian wine. And you can her the poet over the radio, reading his own work for the one millionth time and you can hear his soul slowly wanting to die. He drowns himself in smoke and alcohol the whore takes her pay, or spends a night in a jail cell, the pimp nowhere to be found, with a shiny blade stuck deep in his gut. And the somber tears fall gently on the concrete pavement, the floors of a jail cell, tears on the pillow case and tears on a lonesome stage. Tears never present, but are seen by many, pain aches and pain takes away, and I pour one more drink for the whore. She takes me away, and I caught her salty, somber tear, and she crawled into my warm embrace. I was the one who stuck the blade in the gut of that pimp, who broke her nose and made her bleed, with a cowardess and souless backhand. I walk into the moonlight, hearing the somber tears all around me, crash violently to the concrete pavement. The Earth rumbles and erupts with these tears, that are shead for fellow Men, and Women and Children, but we all look at ourselves and smile. Happy we don't pay rent, happy we don't have cancer, happy we aren't six feet under; But we still all cry, Why? Somber tears all fall in one big wave crashing violently on the concrete pavement. Now the red light turns green, and the traffic moves along, the whore is still at her corner, the pimp still with the blade in his gut.
6. Miracles and Miseries The world resolved itself back into focus As I lay amid the swarm of monitors Still gulping the sword that brought me breath. The worst now past Many small miseries remained, Chief among them the continuing mystery Of my flooded, struggling lungs. Finally I breathe well enough for the sword to be removed, But the tests go on and on The birth of each day bearing forth Its own fresh indignity. They give up guessing and haul me down again To be opened anew and read for signs. On the day this is done The invisible agents of death outside Decide to mock their pursuers By leaving a tarot card at that day's shooting site. They chose the Death card, of course Revealing how little those Who choose to play God games really know About the mystical. Dreaming of omnipotence through dealing death The unseen assassins miss their own meaning; For this card signals change, the ending of present things. They have unwittingly declared their game will soon be over, Predicting their own demise. Meanwhile the doctors make their own spread of me And come up blank again. Once more I return to I.C.U., Held together with staples. Once more the little agonies ensue: The sitting, the turning, the testing. By night they come for my blood. By day they come for tests. Always, in the background, the quiet moanings Of we, the damned, condemned to medical Limbo Roll on with the blind passage of hours and days. The English nurse comes, all brightness and bubble To heave my fragile self about; She's a welcome break in the monotony As my sustainers come and go. Again the busy bedside conferences And again the final admission That all their probings have led down blind alleys. A last-ditch effort is finally proposed: Direct drainage of the drowning lungs. To them this seems as a grasping at straws, But to me it seems the one sensible solution, And I look forward to it eagerly. My inner mantra of "This too shall pass" Is wearing thin. Like a Christian martyr of old, They pierce my back with their lance, And the sea within that is drowning me Finds its way out. As the noxious waters within rush out, Air surges into my grateful lungs. From this moment, recovery becomes the new reality. As I recover, Indiscretion leads to capture Of the unseen terrormakers. To the astonishment of all, They prove to be a dignified looking black man And his enthralled protege' - No prior convictions, no history of trouble Attached to them at all. This is how our modern Destroyers come calling. Well dressed, well spoken models of propriety.
A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.
As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being "disintegrated." Many are being driven by sin's temptation force… It's no wonder much of this country is way "off course." The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a "spiritual separation." Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a "thing of the past." Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He's the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It's only God that can meet all of our needs! He's our provider… The great: "I am!" Won't you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God's holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; "Lord please forgive our sins!" Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton
Depression 3 o'clock in the morning… The sounds of bed frames hitting drywall, The sounds of Chopin and Coltrane played With a hint of sadness in tone. Sounds of whores and pimps arguing; "Where is the money, you whore?!" "I don't have the money!" A sound of a slap to the face A big hand crushing bone, Blood everywhere Red streaks on white walls. The sound of drunks walking gloomy streets, Police and ambulance rush down burned out streets Sirens wailing, crying out! A child, six years old Crying, "Momma! Momma!" Shedding tears over his dying mother, lost her soul to the Crack pipe. Rest In Peace. A sound of a .357 magnum revolver click And a gunshot shakes the nerves of many, And for a moment the sweet and peaceful silence. "Dispatch, suicide on 46th street Hollywood Boulevard, Send the Corner. Over." Then the darkness sails over And the entire cities are showered with tears from the heavens, But no one weeps, Not a single soul… -10/2/13-
Shield me from this stain I bear, remove this filth and smut I wear. Cover my eyes from the evil truth, discard these lies and hide the proof. Guard my heart, these beats of pain, from this spattered torn, loveless stain. Protect this tired, worn out soul, the one who beats out of control. Defend my honor, grace and trust, uncoil these spoils, away we must. Preserve the mutiny, oust the pure, coral the innocent with your evil lure. Safeguard the takers, fakers and rest, loosen the chains around this chest. Release my dignity, vanity and control, please shield my heart and cover me whole.
Permissiveness grows. What was evil's in fashion. Tolerance then's bad?
As far as I know this is a true story about Alexandra the great...Peter The Sannyasin. Alexander said to Dandamis "Old man you come with me For I need me a sannyasin To take across the seas. Hey you be just a beggar man I'll make you rich indeed You'll live a life of luxury With everything you need. Dandamis standing naked there With silence in his essence He had no fear at all did he In the mighty leaders presence. He said "I'll give you nothing friend And there's nothing that I need So Alexandra drew his sword Tried to make the beggar plead. Dandamis laughed and said these words With power in his voice "You can put that sword right through my heart My friend, that be your choice. But I left this body long ago I have no use for it So pierce this heart my fine young friend It won't harm me a bit. Alexander he was beaten By a fearless beggar man Though he had won most of the world Dandamis foiled his plans. The beggar said "You say you're great But that's not true at all For any man that thinks he's great He be merely a fool
When chaos brings civilization to its knees From world wide pandemic critical disease Or when a tsunami consumes everything beyond the shores Swallowing the landscape and changing life as we know Earthquakes shake the very foundation of this world Or an astroid penetrates the cradle of birth Bring us back to the primitive unleashing the truth From the umbilical chord we are more ferocious than rabid wolves And we will kill fellow man just to survive Or just for the desire of taking ones life What is compassion but a dead corpse on the road Adrenalized by fear no time for sorrows No need to worry about a world war zombie apocalypse We're already flesh eating monsters wearing dead skin Most people panic when they lose internet or their lights Autonomy is just a word most people can no longer define And your money isnt worth *****so forget trying to buy Your way out of cleansing while you run out of time So learn to die well and hold your loved ones real tight As you pray that your death will let you ascend to new heights Beans, bullets, and bandaids are all that I'll need To keep population zero from taking over me **** being hopeful could we really be so naive To think that in these days we could some how find peace When our mother earth gets restless and releases all of her worst The only thing more destructive is our human nature
Cast in stone and written in blood Are the ideals of a lost nation? Paving the returned ashes of the ancients Their patience wore thin by the actions of the passionless Armed in tools for a journey with no set direction But their steps forward Matter to no particular purpose but a means to no end Instead to destruction Is their surrounds with earth shattering sound to deaf ears In the hope That the blind see and fear the renowned vision of tears And overcome by what comes over With a super nova of banished spirits carving out time In hope to expos The sickened seconds and momentary minutes into hours Those who have powers Will note the swinging vote they wield Those who are in this field Have only the word as a shield Blood spilled and dead, limp, bodies Will be served on the far vision Multiple weaponry Will be the cutlery of the day's dishing From the table view only red is seen Because all that within is left on the scene Those who were framed in this picture Can only refer to the Revelations of scripture Those who were in erratic panic Had to mirrored the ignorance that of "Titanic" How can men put their belief in false security? As survivors of today were fooled by the hope of tomorrow Let's not borrow the bravado of a lost society Because Christianity is the true model we should follow.
How queer the color of viscera squarely foreign in my breast To be the butcher and grim and goddess All in one Leaves identity succinct Or identifies succinctness If it has been Then so it was always before Therein is 'Peace' Reposed and eyes rolling Great, vacant saucers on vertiginous axis She is quite the swollen beast And on all fronts, she is terrible If only you'll watch you may notice her growth A malignant sort An unwelcome appendage I'd dash it out but I've already gone Too pale and dogged in life to succumb I curse her tenacity She has a sister, I think Or maybe a child A child who lives down deep in my chest A child who shrieks and tears down the walls Perhaps she dislikes their pattern
planning parenthood birth control and abortion no babies allowed
hello my friend, stranger walk by, borrow a moment, spare me your lie, through pen of the narrow and mist of an eye, below absolute zero, someone will die; sentence to rambler, apple hereby, flute of the meadow, mandrake will cry, in front of the riddler second might try, get out of here mortal, exit near by-e. angry as he strike out his pen, get out of here demon, get out of this den, in thousands of years how long has it been, when scriptures wear sandals; on meadow you land, many bear seasons, stakes shall bend, lantern still burning, your letter is send.
When I was a young man I spent nigh on a year In an ugly, war torn country That drove me close to tears They sent me home before my time For my health was down a tad And my nerves were shot to pieces Like I was going mad. They said I had the symptoms of That post traumatic stress And so they put me on a pension Oh I was in a mess! Anger, stress, anxiety And paranoid as well Oh, I was in the darkest place An awful place to dwell. I tried so many things, did I To try to cure this thing Gurus, shrinks, and self help books But none of this did bring The sanity that I did need I just got worse and worse As I drove all my love ones out Oh, I was so damned terse. Then one day I found this pair Whilst searching through the net They taught me how to look at me How lucky can one get? The looking made my life so sweet I'm now completely sane Each day's so pure and wonderful I'm through with all the pain. 15 July 2013 @ 1340hrs.
The stones slipped through the great fingertips of God Each ligure staked its existence on the four corners of the universe The quadrivial region began to spin and pull into a sphere And pathways revealed their footholds The fourth ligure bravely landed in the midst of history So that one day the future settlement of the second Would be moved by the last—by the past Suffering much it stayed Manifesting in incandescent words Thrusting evanescence upon the weak Selfless, it's sorrow would move the merriest Would move the unmovable The third lies in the profound valley of mystical guardians Star-recruited, they are the very light above the canvas of gray They embrace the stone—are inspired by the stone The very reflection of their creator was evident Upon their unremitting glimmers Unafraid to stare the others down Motivated and construed by the glower of death Eyes move fixedly beyond the simple vast The second ligure rested upon the shoulders of invisible martyrs The hopeful power it planted on the sufferers was unbelievable For spectators used their disbelief to cover their ever-placed envy They never were part of the battle—they merely watched Always seeing truth But they never quite absorbed Like a rock hitting the water The inevitable fate was to fly and sink The first of the ligures settled in the very reservoir of Satan himself Even the very heart of the devil is marked Though rebellion embarked The cold stone landed upon his naked bosom He despaired not to the pericopal truth the gods had bestowed upon him He merely despised it But wished not to lose it For such a stone to fall upon that dark corner—he felt pride for the gracious wound In truth, there are twelve ligures of stone And four were dispersed, dropped into the universe The last eight the great Eternal wears upon his breastplate And only He can re-move these ligures -July 20, 2013- -For Shadow Himilton's Any Subject Contest- -Thanks for the inspiration-
The Eyes The eyes so shattered and so blue, You sit there and you knew The pain of losing someone close to you, And you beg for their return, But a wish so great, can never be granted. The eyes shattered and blue, Watch you, Take the bottle and drowned yourself, They watch you destroy yourself, And they know what they do, Yet they show no remorse, no pain in heart. You fall asleep On a dirty mattress, Held up by broken dreams And nightmares, No pillow, no blanket Just air you float on. And your blind eyes close in the night, The dreams come back to haunt you And the eyes, they watch you, So shattered and so blue. Till three o'clock hits again Wake in cold sweat, Spiders on webs weaving a nest In your head, A cry out for the Madhouse, Where the eyes so shattered and so blue Stare at you, through a window with no reflection. -10/3/2013
Part One. A silent yawn, the moon awakes. Compels its patron planet's shape. As oceans shift by its command And with its might recasts the land. Below the lunar rings of mist, A strip of cloud, a stolen kiss. The harvest yields a poet's line on hay-rides of forgotten rhyme. Part Two. While far beneath the grain we reap, Magnetic powers guard our sleep; But in this source protecting Earth, It warps the minds of some at birth A missing foresight of control, Malignant thoughts that urge, cajole. Your moonlit steps they wait to hear; A twisted grin, as you grow near. Iambic Tetrameter / Cateletic. Rhyme / AA-BB Gene Bourne 02-02-14 .
You think you've gone just far enough, I could smile knowing you've gone far enough that you can't go back again You think you were careful but, I've caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form You think you can find a way into my good graces I've seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume You can't deceive me anymore and, I don't consort with serpents You think I'm a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win Don't underestimate me You think I'm a joke but, trust me you won't be laughing You think I'm just talking myself up but, trust me, you're the ones going down My eyes took too long to adjust Better late than never It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet Then I thought about the mess it would make I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own I was not weak, but I had a weakness A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care No longer Now my heart is a stone so heavy I could kill at least two birds at once Being the nice guy is a thing of the past Thanks for freeing me of that softness You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things When really I had just been swallowing razor blades Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong Can you feel my darkness coming, because it's eager to hold you If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run Your gonna be the one with tired feet I'm not sad anymore Just sick with the plague of your lies Contagious, and I'm looking for someone to kiss Even angels can make themselves wicked When we do, we take no prisoners Still think I'm a game This one is just beginning
Tell me America , Will you win this war ? Will you bring cruelty to gallows ? I see you daily here; Left and right like pendulum, Ups and downs like leaf-cutters, Building army, building allies, Pacing faster on trick's ladder; Still this monster is gargantuan, Like phoenix looks its soul, Like elixir its spirit. Storms cruelty gathers daily The brutish it breeds like ants, Their fangs like shoemakers' hammers; Making hell of every metre That I am affraid America; From which hedge will you strike, From which side will you come ; To bring brutality to its knee? The day mother bought a hen And let it loose for airing a bit No sooner it met the brutish Than the cruel scraped its head With their vampire's aching-pecks. On their feast of bear your fangs; The green were shredded like young okra, And the gray like potato chips; Every foot wore sock of red ; That an aged man sermonised : Monster's world , young as the day is , Lions have made morsel of antelopes. Who shall tame the lions ? Who shall safe the necks of antelopes ? Tell me America, will you win this war ? Will you bring cruelty to gallows ? Will you tame the lions and cage the peckers ? The lions are roaring everywhere and there, Their noise becoming louder and deafening Worldly peace in monsters' cage , tell me, Please be eloquent; will you win this war Or we start building temples for terrors ?
Such food made the people go crazy. Their hearts Fill'd with lust all got hazy In bad stuff they were in Many died cuz of sin And were lost for'ver and that's crazy! Dorian Petersen Potter Aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2014 September 8,2014
I Dreamt I was lying in Heavens Hospital. I had been crying , for that very day it was my Mother In law whom said with all her knowledge ,of being a RN . You need to think about carrying" THIS " baby inside. You see , her Son was a user of many things , Alcohol . "This pregnancy was possibly going to bring a lifetime of pain, and most importantly ..a defective Child."she said The real truth behind"THIS" is another poem to find , it does not yet exist . In my Dream , I turned only to meet the prettiest Angel. She too was a RN , however one of a different Blend . She was glowing as she turned in all her beauty and her smile, and said You are going to have a beautiful Baby Girl ! She will not only be Healthy but you will never reqret this . This Baby will be a celebration on Earth as in Heaven! I awoke knowing I was having a Beautiful Baby girl , and No one could bring me down . 7 months later .. I found the truth was sent to me , as the Angel said . I learned later whom the sender was . I had a sister in law, not from the same line of Blood.. came the Mother . She too was a RN. Her Life came to a very sad end . Before I met the Sister I always wanted ' She had been taken by the worst of Evil. A serial Killer whom took many before he met her that fateful night . This Beast died in Prison in 2004 in Illinois , where the papers had a missing RN named Cheryl listed . Cheryl was the sister i always wanted . She came to me when I needed her most , In 'Heavens Hospital ' where she worked , my sister Cheryl, came as a Ghost . I wish to Dedicate this To my Sister " Cheryl Murray" whom went missing in April of 1994 . May you rest in Heaven Sister and never feel any pain .
Some men are afraid of ignorance They go about the land seeking truth Opening their eyes to the filthiest of things Wanting to know everything they can They will never be fooled Their knowledge will open others as well Where the truth lies, ignorance lies also Like a child longing for acknowledgement Some fight blindly toward it In hope to destroy it with their own two hands Instead, it blooms elsewhere and grows The truth shows us where the evil is It exists as we do and lives as we live If evil in the man's eye does not exist The absence of ignorance is a lie Some men instead embrace ignorance They stay where they are, content as ever Their eyes see and their ears hear Their desire to know is dull The current takes them where it may Truths are all but happenings Their present is their pedestal But the truth is still there Walking in a dangerous dark Calling on direction and value Like a starved child screaming for sustenance Like a father waiting to chastise his son Ignorance is never ignored by them It becomes their god Can embracing ignorance, then, be a sin? But even the treasure of truth can kill
Do We Have A Godless Socieity??? As our courts strive for "constitutionality…" Our country's almost on the brink of "insanity." It's like there's a darkness that grows each day. As many of our courts seek to push God away! In many efforts to remove anything that "offends." We've driven a nail into God's heart… Once again! Without HIS commandments, where does this leave us? It leaves a very unstable foundation beneath us! As time goes on, many Americans become afraid… Anything of God, is often challenged to be displayed! We don't need religion, but to have a divine relationship. We need to read God's word, and to enjoy HIS fellowship! I'll take Jesus! You can have your religious theology! While this world is filled with so much adultery! Only the power of Jesus can bring wellness to the mind! His word is like God's constitution for all mankind! I'm not looking for some old document signed by men! I'm looking for the opportunity to be BORN AGAIN! Because of Jesus, there's no man and God separation! He's offered to all, his free gift of eternal salvation! Behold! The son of God who is the king of kings! He is our righteousness! He is God! Our everything! His kingdom is glorious! And is not ruled by men! We need him brought back to this country, once again! By Jim Pemberton
I am sitting in my light brown leather reclining chair after a strenuous day at my office glad to be home no more stress no wife just my dog Bandit at my side I'm holding in my right hand my favorite relaxing drink a single malt scotch on cracked ice with a twist of lemon as I was about to close my eyes just a little past seven counting the blessings in my life from heaven then out of the unexpected blue everything changed never I mean never to be the same again or maybe I was just going insane out of the corner of my right eye what I saw oh God what I saw was something that really scared the hell out of me as the hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up and my flesh turned cold a man dressed all in black and red with a haunting evil look in his coal black eyes I believed he was from the dead stepped right through a solid wall made of brick an stone and stood there looking around the room then looked right through me as though I wasn't there my dog bandit backed up in fright and hid behind the chair making noises like I never heard him make before as my goose bumbled flesh turned cold as ice I sat paralyzed could not move from my light brown leather reclining chair then he smiled a shark like pointed toothy grin as he placed his gaze my way and pointed a long gray boney finger right at me the only sound that I could hear was the beating of my own heart as though it was going to tare my chest apart then he spoke in a low evil raspy voice and said I'll be awaiting you on the other side then he turned to leave the room the way he entered by stepping right through a solid wall made of brick an stone now I sit here all alone wondering and shaking what the hell just happend to me is there something in my life that I must change my life do I have to rearrange I do not want to meet that messenger from hell on the other side this is not a tale I tell for you may think I'm crazy as hell but I believe in what I saw I was visited by a messenger from hell if there is a lesson to be learned from my story look into your life and change what will make it right to travel into the light to heaven not hell when your time ends upon this earth
Explosions in the sky a fire in my mind starting out a broken spirit until returned, my wings, I fly and I find that I have no place to go when the desire has came and went and there is no secrets left to know I shall be the greatest teacher exponentially now I grow who wants to be my friend? I only accept good people for I have spent too much time observing dark and evil now I seek the light as I remember how to fly off I'll go to see the world with my soul mate, her and I I have not met her yet but I will know her when I see her by the feeling and the healing as if she could be the teacher and my heart is pounding celebrating life until I die when my friend, this world may end by explosions in the sky. -For Sandra
The Crusades Began a Holy War Which Continues to this Day. We Kill, and Kill, and Now it Seems, This shall Always be the Way. One Side Scores, the Others Die, Then the Cycle is Repeated. It never Stops, It's never Done; The Battles Grow More Heated! The Way to Peace, it Seems so Clear, Is not Through Senseless Slaughter. I Appeal to All, "Please Quit the Fight!" Save our Sons and Daughters! To Find Our Way out of the Dark, We Need only Seek the Light. A Solution Lies within our Grasp: Forget who's Wrong or Right! This God or that, it Makes no Matter. This Truth I have Acquired: Be they Different, or the Same, The Gods would Preach Cease Fire!
The night was frigid and at its poorest, But who am I to judge, when I was not the wisest, A slight breeze crawled up my spine, I could taste the wind's saltiest brine. My eyes conveyed to an old lodge, So I can refuge, from this monstrous botch. The place was dim, obnoxious and dingy, But thank god there is no hole for the breeze to carry. But what was interesting, that there was a mural, It was so boundless, that it gave an unsettling moral. The colors were faded, and burdened with marks, Like it was meant to be destroyed, no needed remarks. It displayed pictures of a young woman and maid, I wonder who was the artisan that made this eerie portrait. The face of the woman was covered with graze, But the maid was gnarly and gave deep piercing evil gaze. For a moment I thought, I had gone mad, When I thought the maid turned from wicked to sad. I blinked my visions, to trust my perception, I opened my eyes, to found the maid was not in front of the reception. My face was pale, my hairs were struck, I pounced up when I heard the lightning struck. I thought to myself I was delirious, Maybe the maid was not actually there, no need to conclude something mysterious. I waited a duration until the weather calmed down, But the French maid entity made my brain vigorously mount. The brews were gone, I got ready to abandon, When I looked at the painting before, to eased my tension. My limbs were trembling , as I took a deep stare, First the maid, now the scrawny woman wasn't there. I backed to leave when voices disturbed me, saying "You're going nowhere, this is the place you'll ever be." I rushed towards the exit when I still had my sane, Till I dropped down realized my legs were shackled with chains. I got up apprehended that my costume is now white, And my hands were completely immovable as it was actually shut tight. The lodge was dying into an atrocious looking room, I was squirming on the floor, demanding release from this horrible doom. Until I notice on top of the iron door, A header flaunting; "the mental institution of schizophrenia & more".
Better look to the lamb and fall to your knees for the Reaper witnesses all that he sees This fallen angel's made a career of evil the father of sin this black/red coated devil He minds over death's valley With his hot road to Hell and with determined temptation will lure you with his spell He'll sit by your shoulder and by ill thought word or deed your conscience will torture and your pained soul shall bleed This masterful serpent with fire of unknown origin whose pit of raging flames is the prize that you'll win So beware of the tongue and do what is right stay away from the darkness and look only to the light
My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out taste like there's dirt in my finger nail look at my hand, the others are clean but one is painted by that Asian girl I met last night ...don't know what type of Asian she is... Chinese, Taiwanese, Japanese, Philippine ....um...what are the other ones? My heads on the ground and my hair is intermingling with the grass I guess they're talking about the feeling of being chopped up I feel pretty chopped up, in the inside I mean If that was a visual, I'd be dead...right? Like the fish I see in the sky that can't be right, cause fish can't fly they must be angel fish then...hahahaha My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out and the sun is out but the stars keep buzzing they kinda fly towards and whiz pass me taunting little bastards, they know I'm trying to catch them I think I tried to sell my soul to the devil as a kid so I could get all I want Wrote him a note and everything and buried it underground good thing I didn't dig too deep cause a second later I got scared and ripped it apart... My nail has that ying and yang thing painted on it Good has some evil in it and Evil has some good and that's the balance of the world right? Like I think its evil that my dog died as a puppy but the good in it is that he'll be part of the earth And people that fall in love have something to live for cause they have each other, but the evil of it is they care mostly for themselves so its selfish ...hmm...I think I messed that theory up... My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out and I feel like I'm swimming; without the use of limbs My heads on the ground and I'm pretty sure there's ants near by But I don't want to move, cause if I move I'll have to get up and when you usually get up, you have to do something and I'm kinda just enjoying talking to the sky even though she never answers back but I always did like the quite ones I put my hands in my pockets and I know there's nothing in it but myself so I guess that's something right? My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out and I wonder what that Asian girl is like Is she shy and smart like the stereo type If we were to go on the date she could help me tip the waitress right hmm... My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out and I hate living, but I love being alive...
This is a collaboration I had been working on with a friend a while back. We might change the title. Her name is Rebecca Larkin. She started the poem with the first line and from there we switched back and forth. Wrote it at the beginning of the year sometime; forgot to date it, oops! Anyway, enjoy! ------------------------------------ Like dust in the wind, we are doomed to repeat ourselves Mingling past with present, we collect on the grimy shelves Of past's hard keep, falling on repeat We gain from the pain and strange bittersweet Taking in the reality-split dreams The etching pangs of truth bursting at the seams With every glistening drop of clarity We engorge on the reliefs of now—a rarity Thoughts pool in a sludge of black, gleaming like oiled silk Denials spread like fires; saturated, we bilk Pain and tragedy strike their resonating, dissonant chords A darkness and sadness we can only desperately afford Pain. . .strife. . .repetitious like a swinging pendulum Achingly perfected rhythms gainst the beating death drum Slivers of silvery hope shine through darkened clouds Only to be covered again in menacing, smoky shrouds Faith is left dying in a pit of despair As the rest of emotion looms helpless in the air. . . Nothing seems fulfilling anymore The replay button fools my mind and cuts me to the core Round and round it goes again like the jagged tick of a clock Striving for purpose—screaming for love to find the lock But only silence escapes, beneath the skin torn lips- nothing remains The aftermath of quietude aches, scraping against endless pains hope falls away into a deplorable state; waiting—hoping—for resurrection And the painful power of truth is forced to gaze at its reflection Questioning whatever has happened to faith and belief? And why are the cliffs of sorrow so steep? Like settling dust we merge our present with the past Leaving the future on the shelf—too empty—too vast Squandering the sand of time with nothing left, nothing left
No More Feeling abrupt, Like a volcano ready to erupt My soul a hurricane swirling Around my empty mind and cruel And forgotten soul. Pain, feelings so strong, It cannot be described On a page with a pen. I snatch the lunar eclipse Away, And beauty of the heart goes away, No sight, no sound; No pain, no sorrow; No smile, no frown; No anything, no everything. A soul so black, A heart so weak, That love is long gone, And will never return. No pain is worth feeling, And no pain such that I hold Is worth writing away, No use in finding love again, When faced with heartbreak One thousand times before. No more pain, no more sorrow. I shall go and sleep away the time, Till Death comes calling my name, And lilacs and violets litter my way, And a single ruby hearted rose Dries up and slowly dies away. -10/3/2013-
The clock Tick, tock , tick, tock, The clock bellowed resounding through my mind, like so many wood peckers drilling into a tree. This infuriating clock my mother had given me It began tick, tick, ticking away The very day it entered my home The very wrong dings and the dongs well, It would surely drive my wife mad She would rant and rave and I would say It's a gift from my mother Then it would once again be saved Oh but that maddening ticking that, tick ,tock, tick, tock This infuriating gift from my mother, this clock. Tock , tock, tocking as it began stealing a face. Well I am not mad, I swear it to be, a copy was made but i swear it undeniably was my mother, with mocking eyes as it continued the ticking and the tocking I had grown to despise My mother's infuriating gift, this clock. It gave me no peace that infernal machine even when outside her tick, tick, ticking was inside of me. I decided then and there to stop the tock, my mother, with unbalanced levels of dopamine her pills could be switched the death quick and clean. Still the ticking and tocking as she was taken away the clock displaying a fresh new face. My mother the infuriating clock It was my wife staring at me, amused over my torment, my mother was gone and yet she jested as she tick, tock, tick, tocked I tore the clock from the wall and dumped it in the waste bin but the ticking remained tick, tock, tick, tock It was in my study the following morn Her face was neither tattered nor worn My wife grinned at me her smile wide with trickery She continued tick, tick, ticking, tick, tick, ticking My wife the infuriating clock We were upstairs one eve A debate would ensue she began to tick, tick, tick The stairs were so sharp, the floor so slick I heard the gears shatter but there was no longer a clock, I wept as it resounded Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock I raced to the study but the face was replaced, By a familiar tortured creature Lost in time and space The infuriating clock that I owned. The ticking and tocking ebbed Then a resounding click, then a tock, then a tick The powder ignited as I lifted my gaze My wife the infuriating clock, that my mother gave me, that held my true face Tick tock tick tock tick tock The blood runs down the clock The clock strikes twelve The ticking ends Tick tock tick tock tick tock.
I did not find myself to be so important So I ask my friends do I seem distant? When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings I do care, about my friends they are all good people They tend to stand on their high steeple Today I find myself not so aware Disbanding my fear of regret and care Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out For some reason I am just full of doubt I care about so many things and what I have is confusion One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone I ask my friends the same question once again I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end So many thoughts that come out of my feeling I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing They ask me questions and I answer theirs But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way It's just so simple to answer someones problem I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow
Opposites Give or Take? Love should have no opposites but it does Love should be the opposite of love but it is not Hate is not the opposite either Most people think it is It seems to make sense since hate is evil Selfishness is the one true opposite of love Since selfishness is only taking for one's self Causing pain, loneliness, leaving suffering behind Selfishness is a lonely business, paid for with your soul Love is simply giving Giving all the time, no cause, effect or strings attached When you have love there are no mistakes Love cost nothing It is free and last forever through eternity GIVE or TAKE is your decision
Here comes that familiar breeze again Emptied of hope, it always returns to refill Some other abandoned soul A soul that delves deep into my own, Drifting in an almost shameful stance Festered ignorance, time, and thought Resting under the wing of frightened hope It is cool, like any ordinary breeze It pleases all that feel it, save I For I know it longs to take all that I have In one…single… swoosh You overlooked demon! Why are you so gentle? Why must you manifest in sorrow and woe? Sleeping in the convent of my soul As others praise you and thank you You take me under tow Forever more, lost in this sicklied growth With a silent tune of rests within notes I remain where the breath is taken I remain your host The breeze grows painstakingly warm Filling all with passions unfolding Each soul finds its home Leaving me alone with a soul untold Always awake and crawling… and screaming Bold, all-knowing and thoughtless Wingless, tainted…filled with dread It is warm and hated by all that behold it And I grasp it, and hate it, and LOVE IT For it takes nothing and gives me all In multitudinous shrouds Beloved angel—why do you burn me so… Leading me into your sick embraces As others curse to your face You forever release in me A despairing freedom that I know longer wish for The melody caught—no room to breathe Harmony caked with ignorance does seethe For all no longer see… I was always the caller
I looked out side to find a nice day in the month of May And was walking in the evening just to say I almost cried and my hands got cold And winter month got so bold It was so frustrating and out of the norm And each person in their heart had a storm It's the month of May what the! happen to spring And my headache began to ring Most people on the first day of May was so happy And now they look out on the second day sappy I just want everyone to know it is May 2, 2013 And nothing should be in between So pullout your snow shovels in dismay And things you should know will be okay So good morning to all and to all a good morning And I just want you to be out their in a warning The snow is at six inches and beyond And you will not see green grass in dawn I help myself by writing this poem And I will be staying at home Crazy the weather became bad in May and nasty I brought out some of my snack and that was tasty I just looked outside while I was eating As the snow kept on beating
Sinking in deeper, No way to escape, The dark and scary Reaper, Fore told in the Book of Life. Is this my end? Will I ever see the light of day again? No. My wounds, I must mend. I must find my strength. Stand my ground, Face my fears. Only then will my voice be found I must survive. Break the suffocating chains, Run from the darkness. Power will fill my veins. I will Fight! Fight the painful names, The horrid memories, The demented games And escape My Black Abyss.
The Sleaze Young man born with grace and charm And looks to woo the dames With glib, smooth tongue he cons them all To him it's just a game. He rips so many hearts apart And he brags about his life Even though he has a wife His lust still causes strife And on, he goes, and on, and on He can't control himself He thinks that all these one night stands Contain a heap of wealth. Divorce and marriage, same again And there right at the end That smoothy finds his world falls down And he's running out of friends. For then his friends they trust him not And the women learn his tricks Then he grows bald, and dull, and old A stale old cranky Git As loneliness eats into him He needs folk very much. Our sleaze be paying all his dues He's caught in karma's touch. April 2004
We each must learn to serve one another Out of thoughtful concern to admonish another The world will seek to steal your dreams In sought adventure one must by ready for evil schemes The lion can rush through an opening a jar Eternity is spent in worship paid for; Thrive under evil and work ease out of pain, Hard liberty before to ease yoke strain... Take up your cross & proceed ahead Beneathe shattered glass to inflate the ego tread; A pull at the heart will light a spark Pleased highly those eternal states of joy, The forces of darkness against the light To bite a nail against due to spite; Nor mere ire sore vex display fret; As when from dusty clouds of ill repute Through stone fetters languished on its plight! Take up the whole armor of Christ! Forget the night despising its inner shame; The bondage formed felt decay...
And so do I fall, and so do I fail, Falling so deeply into this destructive void, Nothing but ash and specs of dust that were once my brittle bones and scarred flesh. To not know what is ahead, How maddening! How so distraught have I seemingly become, Forgotten myself as time has smoothed over me. Tricky, sly fiend indeed; master and slave a like to us all. Do I dare move forward into the uncertainty that is humanity and of such society? So gut wrenching, thoughts filled of bile at what is. As we all are from and are the same, yet tear limb by limb the essence of ourselves by one another in an endless state of bigotry and violence; so brightly are we bathed in evil. So easy is it to see. Miracles; perhaps shall they see fit to carry me away from the void that is, and from such temptation, as to live the rest of days in blissful, stagnant dreams.
Fairytales, and butterflies, in this story, we begin with lies, promises, we never kept, I should have held on tighter, when you wept, small mistakes, on both our parts, added up, to shred our hearts, creeping shadows, behind the flowers, in what we thought, were our finest hours, talking grass, crystal snow, in our lie of love, a hidden foe, the evil witch, her claws aimed to kill, t'was she who pushed you, down the hill, a broken crown, a forgotten well, to live without you, was her spell, an evil curse, she cast in spite, although we loved, with all our might, kept apart, by what was said, in regret, our hearts bled, watch from afar, speak in vein, a curse taken course, inflicted pain, and so it began, with love and lies, our fairytale ends, and we both die...
I was standing in my precipice of loneliness A look at the bottom My soul was shaking totally Risk of falling The risk of death Risk of lack I was confused I was filled with conflicting emotions But your picture at the Beach Waves said angrily:don't afraid...do not be timid...be brave..i am yours. I was doubtful But something in my heart threw me down.a ominous dark thing. I've crashed(fallen) a long time and went down deeply to the sea...while i've seen you On the precipice laughing me and me in the sea crying with your picture in the waves... and a ominous dark thing...you hairs...your pupil threw me down...you killed me...Cruel! Cruel! Cruel! Cruel! You killed me. And i was crushed in the Controversy of the waves and the rocks. I was broken in myself
Sometimes I question what happened that night, did I deserve everything he did to me. I ask myself that question over and over again, the answer I never did recieve. I opened the door without hesitation, and instantly my body froze with fear. My mind wnet blank and I couldn't move, my heartbeat was all I could hear. There he was starring me in the face, with his hands around my neck. With a half crocked smile and evil in his eyes, that was the moment my life became a wreck. Tears filled my eyes with a lump in my throat, honestly I didn't know what to do. I wanted to scream but the words wouldn't come out, I tried to prepare myself for what I was going to suffer through. Holding me down with his hands still around my neck, which was slowly killing me inside. I remember thinking that I wanted to die, to crawl into a hole and hide. For hours I had to suffer through, his payback, his torture and the pain. I lost myself that October night, only pieces of me remain. Finally it stopped and he let go of my neck, he had an evil smirck on his face. He was looking down at me bawled up on the floor, he said, "How do you like being put in your place?"
10/13/12 ----------------------------------------- "Evil is an ever present fact of life" But one day, evil will become a thing of the past Do we really want a world without evil? As for me, I am sick of it Can you believe the pain and sorrow flooding this world? Strumming heartstrings—doing nothing The bad keeps them excited The evil leaves me frightened I can't wait for the Last Great Day The end of the damn-age Where everyone will have their last glimpses Of the evil we have suddenly learned to embrace Healing the minds of so many will not be easy But I am willing to heal the evil Rather than willing to feed it
The storm is here The sea is rough The nights are no longer calm. My soul has become restless My dreams have no end My fears are now my enemy. In the darkness, I see him coming His hands are cold And his heart shows no compassion. Evil is at my door Satan requested my soul. He has taken hold of my territory. My possessions he has stolen, My marriage destroyed, My husband a prisoner of his own reckless actions. Chains and shackles he wears upon his hands and feet Bondage to lust, fornication, adultery and greed A slave to Jezebel And his wife he no longer see's. Betrayal and deceit lay heavy on his heart Now tormented by his pass Broken, torn, shattered and divided. Pains and desolations, resentment and bitterness, hatred and anger Lay on the battlefield Two worlds joined by greed and lust. Child conceived and children abandon Families shattered and hearts torn Wife in mourning Mother in shame. Adultery what have you done?
What stupid fools, with foggy minds hovering through menkind like a clouding mist of turmoil, trying to convert humanity to ignorancy religion and spiritual meet and merge but part their separate ways But these persistant followers remain in the merge being insistent, intruding and demanding and each follower with their own personal savior ,to justify their course. how does light exist in a world void of darkness. A God without his polarity is like an above without a below. why you fools ,so highly oppinionated yet you fail to help yourselves Constantly seeking yet, ye have not the eyes to see. eyes so clouded with ire, ignorancy and pride Why then boast superior? ye the lords of earth?, Why thinketh yourselves worth of the titles superior masters of all, yet ye remain even greater slaves than most sometimes silence is better understood than mere words deeply spoken though from a hollow bossom . those with the knowledge, know when to apply it in a world like ours, so clouded by the mists of those who believe in a certain perfection. I am the lord of polarity in isaiah 45 vs 7 "I the lord do and cause all things" isn't it boring, a world without contradiction cannot what brings harm also be used for a better good Then all become neutral as one extreme leads to the other, as death eventually leads to life and the end of any course is the beginning of another cycle is not evil an intention found in a foul heart a concept for only humans . doesn't even greater evil lurk in places of worship, audaciously standing before us and using the book he crooks the poor. what greater blasphemy than that which lurks behind the curtain & goes by a title "confess thy sins my children", he says now aint he your lord .
In the quiet months that followed, I came to realise, More was going on, Than a wondering mind. I found that each casual brush past, Every shake of the hand, Every pat on the back, Revealed a new nightmare. It began to make me wonder, Just what I was seeing, What were these visions? And what did they mean? Were they replays of dark acts, Of secret deeds, And evil moments, Crimes which remain undetected? Had I somehow gained the power, To reveal their sins? I couldn't bring myself to believe, So much crime went unseen. Then were they representations of the soul? Not acts, but desires, Things that people had longed to do, But never dared carry out? It was certainly more believable, But once again, I refused to accept, A seed of evil lies in every heart. Were they then no more than my own fears? A reflection not on them, But on myself? My paranoia played out before me? It was a much more plausible explanation, That it was all in my head, That I was losing my mind, And I feared it more than any other.
The devil's fiction, Some people have said, Made up for fun, Little horns in red. The Bible says he exists, From heaven he fell, And tempted Jesus, He reigns over hell. Don't trust your ears, Don't trust your sight, For he masquerades, As an angel of light. He distracts with despair and exclusion, Wards off good with sickness and confusion, Brings to mind what depresses, Points out a lack of joy and successes. He and his sin, Go in the lake of fire A really fitting end For such an arrogant liar.
It's all hitherto danger induced by a stranger. Everyday we weep when we awake from sleep. Regret is expressed in tears that last for years; for our reliable seed has turned into a weed, spreading failure while success is insecure. People are mourning years of fears every morning. Have we not sown the weed from the greed of our own? If we feel remorse for the blunder before things go worse, we'll go where we belong, beholding it with a remorseful song; hold our heads in prayers every night while in beds; and implore the Creator to save us from this oppressor.
She was an angel Falling from the sky She heal my heart when I was about to die And in return I paid her back with evil coins Her heart was broken And it could not be mended Night mares and grotesque visions Horrors extended Now my mind is bended When our time was good I would kiss her in the clear view of the sun And to her Our souls was one She taught me the true meaning of living Why I am here and what is important What is not Her hair fell over her shoulders like a cascade on a hill And her breast was firm Like petals which were unplucked Her lips taste like honeyed wine Her imagination sent chills down my spine She had a mind of genius My mind was minus But I paid her pack with evil coins When things got better To suffer a life of misery and pain Bended mind I am like an oxen with no brain. I can no longer live with shame So I die again
I need some time to reflect To dive into my imagination…to ponder as I sink Into my sea of thoughts and paradise... I'm on a mission... To discover a previous prize Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh... If I could, I could surely give it to you...and fulfill your fantasies If I could, I could invite you inside my mind... If I could, I could make you fly away from the world's anxieties If I could, I could find You treasure... Beyond measure This feeling has no name...it has no specific label... This feeling hunts me down like game...but I must remain capable Of saving myself and you of course... Baby, don't get outtah course... You know what I mean Baby, I want to know what's on your mind...I don't want to force To answer me immediately...but I want the answer... Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh... They all say it's greener on the other side of the barbwire fence... Don't fence me in...with your powerful actions and love... I know you...I ain't dense Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh... Hey x3 You clothe me up... What's up with you today? I'm naked and ashamed Turn the other way... 'Cause today is not the only day I feel so damn afraid... But hey x3 You make me feel whole How was your day? Hopefully the sky wasn't a shade of gray Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh... I wanna make you happy for the rest of your life... And delete the strife From your stressful, fast-pace life
angels among us in our heads they reside battling demons who lead us astray struggles with conscience are easier for some at first I saw Dr. Jekyll's kindness in your eyes Mr. Hyde was well hidden until something happened within then it was evil that took over your life the greatest example of bipolar on record Mr. Hyde steals souls do you feel you have no choice? physical, mental and emotional abuse surfaced unexpectedly frightening all who came to know this side although I escaped Mr. Hyde's wrath many succumbed to his malevolence no one can adjust to two personalities good and evil battle for your soul split personalities seeking control you may not even know Hyde exists there will be no love for Mr. Hyde so when you feel him tugging for power cast his wicked ways aside if you can be either choose gentle Dr. Jekyll so you might find love again *Entry for Yasmin's "Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde" contest
On the Pity pot with my Friend ; I sit in a stupor : I'm drinking again It's been twenty years since I gave up the drugs I can't get a handle on the Jack Daniel's Glugs : Glug Glug He goes down smooth and warms my insides : but brings out the evil that Otherwise Hides in a Jet Black Heart : in a cold dark Heart evil resides Johnny Walker : Gulp : Gulp Black or Red : I drank so much I thought I was Dead : and maybe I am But I don't give a Dam ; a bottle ; shot after shot : I continue to slam Absolute Vodka : Swig : Swig Goes down rather rough yet a couple of quick shots and I think I'm tough I Love the stuff : one drink is to many ; Case upon case is never Enough If I could feel the thrill, as I stagger up hill : to the base of Alcohol Alp If I should reach the very Top : I'm sure my drinking would Stop THANK - YOU POETRY SOUP for YOUR H E L P
With Christ… You Can Overcome! One of the things I don't understand, Is the wickedness throughout this land. I've often thought and have pondered. How can this evil continue much longer? It's amazing what man will do to each other. How people treat their sisters and brothers! The Bible says that the heart is wicked above all things. We can testify to the destruction an evil heart brings! In all of this wickedness, sin and confusion… There is an answer! There is a solution! We'll find eternal hope and a peace within… As we come to Christ and confess our sin! Why not allow Christ to make you complete? Lay your every burden and worry at his feet! He'll restore your life and wipe away your tears. His perfect love will cast out your fears! He'll restore to you, what the enemy has taken. With him by your side… You'll not be forsaken! Your heart will be strengthened and renewed! His words of life are like "heavenly food." By the blood of the lamb… You can overcome! Christ has the victory! The battle's been won! By Jim Pemberton
For as long as you live, you are tortured. And torment comes in the eye of the beholder I envision a master in the night and on the dawn Escaping tyranny of Unbelievable sacrifice Surrounded by a periscope That leads him to believe He's trapped. Calling out for help but in a whisper In the mystical land of Crime and punishment He grabs for a purified ligule But his grasp is unbidden and he slips To fall on hard pavement And a reservoir from the grey clouds begin To fall Within quad rival
He's always so angry, So many hurtfully words .. Nasty and evil , Is whom he has become... Pacing back and forth, In his demented world .. The man i knew .. Is no longer there He looks the same , Feels the same, even sounds the same , Yet those evil spite full words , Its just not him, not the man I Once knew.. That's what he's become ... Controlled by the demons .. Possessing his head .. The paranoid drunk .. He wouldn't even like himself .. He so lost .. In his world off madness .. He has no idea .. Whom he's become ... What he does, and says , I know its not him .. Lost in his world off the drunk, paranoid, mess, I just wish he could see himself … What he has become ..
As I get closer to hell it Seems easier to get Caught up in these evil Dreams where deals with Devils begin to rule upper Body levels and I'm stuck On automatic stuck between A rock and a "hard" place I'm trying not to use about To lose this long-distance Race soon to be content With last place and "her" Consolation prize or two Cause these lies while they Do not eradicate you I Manipulate the shades of hue Screens I pull over unsuspecting Eyes all the while trying to Be faithful but with every Second a piece of my Conscience dies pressure has Reached critical dam has Been breached old rituals Returned bad habits that Burned notches in belts When distance and time Was just a figment of Grandfather watches and Clocks begging Father Time to stop so I can Live in the moments When I heavenly dream Cause only then you seem To exist without fear of hurt And this dirt I throw on Our love's coffin every time My mind wants to sin Every time my body wants To give in to temptation No abbreviation only Full word encounters Forgetting the night we Founded this incredible Bond writing this heavenly Song I won't write outside Our lines but my soul cries Cause my heart isn't here But my body is and My body feels The evil returning Familiar ghosts spurning New rules new tools To build evil connections Illegal body bridges Close to the edges Of the earth Nowhere to turn D'evil returns
The Fool Has Said; "There Is No God…" The fool has said; "God does not exist." Yet God's creation is all around his midst… These people are corrupt, and do evil works… Forsaking a God who can heal their sin and hurts… The Lord God looks down on the children of men… And sees all of the wickedness and evil within. Do any seek God? Do any truly understand? The goodness and love God has extended toward man? There is not one. None that do any good… As God's word is forsaken and misunderstood. Do any take time to call on God's name? He rules on high and his righteousness reigns! Behold the salvation of Israel comes from Zion! His name is Jesus and his glory is shinin'! The prince of peace. Mighty God is he! He's here today and can set YOU free! Why not serve this God who reigns supreme? He IS God. And can do anything !!! By Jim Pemberton Read Psalm Ch. 14
A Revival Of A Different Kind! There is coming a revival of a different kind! It's a revival of evil and perverted minds! As this evil tide of wickedness begins to unravel… A path from God this country begins to travel! Many churches abandon God's truth and holiness… Rather they pursue man's sin and wickedness! As many seek fantasies and ungodly perversions… They've been "baptized" into sinful immersions! The very way that God designed marriage to be… Is beginning to shape this country's destiny! Corruption is becoming rampant in the land! The ten commandments, few really understand! It's time to come to Jesus and repent of our sins! A time for truly living for Jesus needs to begin! God calls us to come out and be holy and sanctified! It was for all of us that his son was crucified! Let's pray for a revival and renewing of our lives! And stop listening to Satan's deception and lies! It's time to stand up for God what his word's about! And pray for a cleansing to take place throughout! It's time to have revival of Holy Ghost' conviction! And bring God back to this hurting nation! 03/02/13
What about you... What about me... We are not making a poetry family. Why are we breaking up? You don't fit the score anymore. This is just a letter of confirmation. Our contests state the truth. We are Soupers of true, which works for me; however, why not you? We are breaking up from a mental disaster. Might just make this that much better as Soupers together! _________________________________________________| Penned on JUNE 11, 2014!
Unblinded By Michael Williams copyright©2001 It seems wherever I end up going, everything is hidden, nothing showing. No one sees, no one knows, just how this story goes. Not a care, not a worry, everyone is in such a hurry. Too busy to stop, too busy to see, what has become of me. Self-hatred and denial are my tools, no one knows me, they are fools. Deceiving them all is my game, I do this and feel no shame. Filling all my lustful needs, sewing and planting my deviant seeds caring not about the shame, just causing extensive pain. What is this I think I see? It's the Lord, looking down at me. The look I see in his eye, is enough to make me cry. Ashamed of who I've become, of who I've hurt, and what I've done. I don't like who I am, I don't feel like much of a man. Help me Lord, hear my plea, I can't stand what has become of me. I'm tired of the sorrow; I'm tired of the shame, I'm tired of this hurtful game. Help me Lord, for I can see, there is nothing you won't do for me. Give me the chance to start again, I know I can live free from sin!
As of today This dreary dark moonlight day When only the evil lurks It devastates Why does this cool moon breeze petrify my face With this smurk not that of pure smile But of a silent evil and of a un-pure light That shine dark and vivid
Twisted fate Echoes softly within thy slumber. Seeking forever in wonder. Seeking the truth of a faded heart. Lost love we fade apart. Twisted sand dunes twisting time. Seeking forever thy lost heart of mine. Hidden truth within this cave. Seeping forever weeping this sorrow of mine. Weeping this lost kingdom. Slumber forever and ever and seek no justice in DIVINE .
You haven't changed, you have just rearranged, The victims you take, the hearts you break. Walking on souls, taking all you can eat, Who will be next, it sure won't be me. So go back to your demented life, with all the unholy secrets you keep, You were just an illusion, in all my confusion, you were never meant for me. The facade of an angel, yet an angel you'll never be, A bad memory, with an aftertaste, like a bad piece of meat. A selfish, lying, self-centered, cheat, What was I thinking, the joke is on me. You devour every good thing, yes, all that life can bring, Feeding ever ravenously, of lies, deception, and deceit. One day you will pay, for all you've acquired, Yet this will not include my heart, my soul or desires, No, what you'll pay in all your gains, is that which you have seized, Yes all that you have taken, from the mouths of my babes cheeks. . Now this evil is gone, from my presence and my home, Now you must feed off of some other, goodbye dirty one. Because you are a fake, a fraud, an unloving hog, You just screwed up another life, without even a thought. And without care, you devour and consume, Taking from all, who fall victim to your ruin. So go back from where you came, you devil in a dress, Think you know just how to live, yet your life is just a mess. The disaster you spread, the ruin of many lives, The people you hurt, it's your evil that drives. You and your mother are one and the same, Take a look in the mirror, you'll see her shame. The hate that you breed, creates weakness and need, Please stay away, from my children and me. Thought you were someone, a solid person from good seed, At one time I loved you, what a fool I must be, I've saturated my life, with the unholy secrets you keep. Goodbye you dark, absorbing, cheat, Goodbye despairing darkness you bear. Goodbye you thinker, of having done no wrong. Wish you were someone else, someone who was strong. I wish I had that girl, the one in whom I believed, For the one I fell in love with, was playing a part in a scene. You were but a facade, an illusion of what I'd dreamed, Another bad judgment call, because of the unholy secrets you keep.
Spoken! Are we meant to walk a tight straight line, Wouldn't that be saying to walk like the blind. How will the hollow be treated in the end, The two edge sword is being used for family and friend. A crooked smile is hard to bend right, The strong is most needy when using their might. Unconscious wisdom spoken to bring down to the top, A cliff is extended in sight of the short stop. Wrongful delight can't teach a child confusion, But a picture made by evil hands gives a right way illusion. Falling short to the tall brings along a silent bed, Hot air in a head makes no stop air blown on hot makes stop while ahead. Carving your pumpkin with heart out of chest, To take a heart out of evil empty chest is best. Cut off your left if it hinders your right, Close your eyes to see dark to realize whose light! Ashley Hogan AH
together for the better both has a hook so take look its not to late we all make mistake stop the dis repect you only regret have a plan together pround stand BLACK WOMAN AND MAN
Frontier At the edge of my seat through a negate in deceit Wasteful moments wandering in pierced quiet desperation Without a shoulder to cry To quiver amidst an evil empire seperated within We are so much more then premortal slime ~ We all must face the dark side in life To equate logic in place of fear Through a baracade, A premise extends forward Amidst false presumption Within a timeless cavity that will soon erupt ~ Frontier Through loose loop holes we get exposed The hour of decision has now come upon us all In vast domains there lies a prism glow As in a slight variation in a dream ~ Hence, The opened door by which to explore An episode exposed to the elements in demonstration To awake the domain of its evident abstract portal Gone are the days in logical frenzy & admonition ~ Welcome to the jungle were all going to die! Frontier Such as a fish to fry The lines have been drawn in the sand It is my hope that someday all will understand ? We will venture into the vast domain In darkness their will be periods of sadness Yet in light the full blaze of glory exposed to its elements In laughter let there suffice from all fear ~ Yet I shed a single tear to numb it's inner pain Give me a chance to explain: With words there is not enough time to express the chasm That gulf fix that derives meaning; We wander as in some nomadic tribesmen Off in the variation in a dream Willing to forfeit from the masses & scream The crazed lunatic looks back at his watch As in a closed knit variation in a dream, The societal rampage regarding abortion has really bothered the heart of God We work the soil to till the land as if in some crazed vile evil dwelling Exposed to its elements once more Lest I simply implore the soaring eagle to far off places which together will store, Apathy, Justification for being lazy? Portals will scream in divination loose strings falling into final tribulation !
A necessary evil in this world is war, that is for sure, It's necessary to use force, so human dignity and rights may endure. What's evil is all the blood money lining top government pockets, So many innocent people are dying and only government can stop it. Who really knows how much money they intend to make, How much money is worth all those innocent lives that are at stake? How much longer is the United States going to justify staying in Iraq, My personal opinion is oil is less important than dying soldiers under attack ! Saddam is in jail, a new government is now in place there, Now leave them alone ! It's time to get more help for Katrina victims, SEND THE TROOPS HOME !
Why is it that I feel this everlasting pain And that there is no hope in this world Why is it that I have so much to gain But yet I can't seem to get a grip on it Why do I feel this deep feeling of emptiness Ever drowning in it grasps of evil and sorrow I can't seem to move on I can't seem to let go Feelings that come and go Then I think there gone for good But they always seem to break through and show Victims of my suffocating words of demise How can I shut someone down with hate And yet I give people advice It's not there fault But why do I make them pay the price Why is this devil playing with my head, heart, soul, my existence I'm a slave to the black bitter darkness And it always over powers my resistance Why do I hurt the ones I love I hate to feel this devastation Why do they still love me I don't deserve it Yet I still receive it without hesitation What have I turned into I don't have a clue Looking at my reflection And I don't know what to do Why am I still alive After all the bruises, scars, and burns I have endured On this hell ride of a journey called life I just want to be normal I just want to be happy I want to feel flawless And feel that victory over this evil is mine to claim and no more to blame
I am torn into a million pieces unable to be sewn back together again, people are hurting and I stand alone. Friends abondon you says the Devil in my ear they will destroy you if you get to near, I cry out "Why does it have to be me why not someone else?" the Devil replies with an evil reply because you have sinned and pushed your friends aside! God calls to me from the dark deepths of my soul and and tells me too come home to him away from the Devil and all of his evil ways I say when can I come home to you oh my Lord he says now come to me the Devil is not your friend and you pushed them all away you must find your inner self and not be afraid to battle your demons and get them away then you can come home to your place up above!
He feels the roller coaster rush eyes disappear into the back of his head He indulges that evil feeling that grips him that grips him like a pro pitcher grips his baseball like a baby grips his bottle like a soldier grips his rifle The short ride is over he wants that evil feeling again he wants it to grip every fiber of his being The short ride is over he repeats the process as if it where routine and normal as if he where brushing his teeth as if he was embracing his mother with a hug The process overtakes him he derails the evil grip suffocates him he derails the evil grip suffocates him Another Statistic Another Statistic bY rudY
Evil must live within as those I love hurt me Or may even be trying to destroy me Evil must live within as those I try to love Can't love me or crush my heart into grains of sand Pour through their fingers my time may be near Evil must live within, is this what I fear Are the people I love my enemies, or are they my friends Does the evil want to destroy me what lives in others Or is the evil that lives within
Dont cry, only fly ,lift you wings to the sky. go over there where I say, you can die another day. But if this day you are shot,I will put honer in your rot. A hero to be , cant you see, the beauty of your destiny. In my war theres no sorrow, only hope you live tommorow. In your gut you can feel,something lacks the appeal. Kiil your brother, kill your friend,dont you know theres no end. blood will fly, blood will fall, dont you heed the evil call. Maybe tommorow this war is done, only know you havnt won. love yourself and your neighbor,this war has no flavor. you do this cant you see, war has no destiny. fight the evil in your books,let lose all your hooks. feel the hatred in the sky,know you will not die. escape forever be,now you are set free. blessed and honerd is this day,go home and bless your way.