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~ Yolanda--her name ~ Featuring:) Leonora Galinta From a hell storm, A mighty she devil took on its form Like a woman scorn ascending from the sea Haiyan whipped across the central Philippines, A deadly typhoon, maximum winds of around 315 Terrorizing the fragile mind before making landfall Hitting with the center eye off from her hostility A merciless turbulence that came and changed everything Like a Massive Storm She comes in as the wise thief of the day and night, In her notorious gust of rage roars in disguise of thunder, With the company of her own knight of darkness, Raze all in a blast of waves wherever her path crosses, Ruining one of the cities down to a devastation in the land "Pearl of the Orient Seas." A mighty tempest in a woman's name….. Yet, A disgrace with more than an immortal man in strength, Nature devouring nature itself Including her stewards and stewardesses An unmerciful encroachment, robbing, killing adults and children. Yolanda, so cruel in her evil walloping! A gust left smiling, Engraving echoes of tears, from every single mourn Vain, wicked, and colorless -no other air's compare The lives she stole, one heart at a time Pouring down the most nauseating rain, The pain is dissenting with everyone-- everywhere. The bully of wind, invading sands of serenity Unknowingly, far beyond your back---------------------------- Everybody will be summoning up more than your strength- ~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
I cannot compete with something as painstakingly glorious as you Envy is but a humbling tumble down a steep, rocky hill I am crushed in your fits of glory—your screaming for passion My approaches are absolutely wrong Therefore my communication is a weak, ransomed victim Your poison arrow frog skin rubs against my exposed body I happily accept my fate For your beauty surpasses the ephemeral pain of the infectious reign My erroneous, inevitable downfall I hold you up—I feel the need to keep you tall! Michael the Archangel did not insult you once, Lucifer How then will I? How can I possibly be higher than you?- Why would I want to? I admire your freedom I simply disregard your macrodomes of ever-worshiped flaw If I could allow myself, I would share in your glory Only to add to it further But as I am poisoned with the truth I can only be your grounded pedestal And though you flee from humility in its wake upon my brow I realize everyday you are living for the grounded now And I merely look to the unknown future A place I dread where you unwillingly hold me up Bonded in the ground with Death and Hades You become my pedestal, and the worms my vineyard My parasitic feet seer your glory I am ever so sorry I never wanted this renown There was a time I do recall When you overtook me in my sleep I cried aloud in helpless acceptance But soon I was forced in a croak of laughter I felt your bitter poison I felt pride at last I thank you for it I thank you for showing me What I will never be Dear Lucifer, Provoke me no longer to praise your eternal existence Generations of Evening take a hold of me now And the fruit must be shared
As he slept in tranquil dream, Suddenly he flew, it seemed. Thrown and landing on the floor, Shaking walls and splintered doors. Just as quick, the room grew still. Distant tremors he could feel. Out the door, and up the rock, There he stood in sleepy shock. How could oceans disappear. Then a hissing he could hear And a trembling, heavy roar Headed for an empty shore. Sunrise turned a greenish hue, As he climbed, a better view. Seeming far too large, he saw What must be a water wall. Thought of ancient stories told Of a wrath that could unfold; Sucking oceans with a breath, Spewing endless waves of death. Instinct quickly cleared his mind. Panic now, he clawed and climbed. Up, despite the screams he hears, As a village disappears. Once an evil came to call, Scooped them up and took them all. Now he's old, his stories wane, Of the morning Satan came. Gene Bourne 08-18-14 . .
"LADY DEATH" ------Chaos!!! Craving life was all of 'HOPE' desire. Torturing her into the odyssey of Hells fire. Ending her in heartbreak by her own insane, cruel father Matthais. A demon so obsessed with dark power. Head demon to all hells devour. Matthais allowing his beloved 'HOPE' to be burned. In a hellish death as a witch. Pleading for her life. All 'HOPE' is lost, in a pit of endless broken bones. The supernatural appeared in front of 'HOPE'. 'HOPE' complied and renounce to give up humanity. Tricked by demons who lied. Manipulated that this would save her sanity. A power bestowed with a creation so rare. A Demi Goddess of destruction. Chaos soon will inflict every hour. With death in her place, she turns in to, a cold blooded Diva of Death. Reliving in the plague of dark ages. Angels and Demons flow through her blood. With contradiction of many stages. Many evil forces out to end her existence. Betrayed by all she knew. Now she is locked in a demonic resistance. Defeating Lucifer herself. Blading the neck of the prince Death lusting for power in an epic battle. Lost forever in the era of judgment. Revenge she claims on her throne. Making Lucifer's power her own. A forever endless graveyard. Restoring into the blood of her new home. Making hell tremble, many slay to death's assault. Death arising to all her faults. Declaring the lost of 'HOPE' A mans worst nightmare in the sweetest form. Over throwing her one time dream. Obsessed with his Lady''' Evil Earnie. Rides by her side. A domino of all killers. In a blood bath stream. Killing everyone in his & her path. Killing for her love, his Lady Death love. Pondering about her lifeless soul. "All HOPE is gone!" all that is left is death. "Lady Death" Lord of hell On a mission of Mega Death. To conquer all of earth. Men killing for her demonic way. Evil Earnie matching to the depth of her Odyssey. With the belief . That behind every good man, (EVIL EARNIE) is a good women.. (LADY DEATH) ((Lady Death is a character in her own CHAOS ))
There are times we are left to cope With situations that drain our hope Leaving us full of despair At how some people just don't care About the evil that they do To good people like all of you We are left to somehow face That in mankind there is disgrace And those of us left alive Must find away to survive As you pick up the pieces of your life Without your mother, father, husband or wife And some of you God forbid Without the love of your kids We must band together with a brotherhood Show that in this world there is some good Because we are together in this deal We try to help each other heal We seek in each other good advice And offer each other sacrifice We hold each other in prayer and song As we continue to re-build the wrong Because what else in the world can we do Except let the light of good shine through The evil darkness and despair Of a catastrophic lack of care We want you to know you are not alone Think of America as a giant cone And all of us are funneling through Our prayers and hopes to all of you Posted for Nathan's 9-11 contest
A cold dark yellow unhallowed moon smiles beguilingly In the pitch black starless and cold empty night sky Suckling upon the blood and the very life force of Pure innocence, light, and goodness . . . . Fear stirs eerily in the forlorn sound of a fog horn that's Blowing and crying a sad echo haunting far in the distance It warns of the imminent arrival of a malevolent Hellspawn Force of absolute unmitigated evil . . . The Phantom Vampire. As the Phantom Vampire materializes from nowhere in the Darkest shade of night blanketed in the thickest of fog and The coldest of night air . . . One can sense with utter fear And foreboding shivering sounds touching from the shadows Creeping softly cold fingers down the spine with walking Fingers crawling inside a prism of frozen ice and in a mist Of souls crying in the presence of demons while yearning lust Of one blanket covering the sky's face painted showing Hell's own hideous face—an exquisite evil and a spirit Drunken and moaning in an eternal fiery abyss of Suffering and howling sounding their own lust for pain Great darkness grips them who walk this troubled Earth Without joy casting happiness to the lepers always and Forever chained to the darkness and eating out hope In the very end . . . . From this spider's web and nest of dark perpetual evil The Phantom Vampire transforms himself from ethereal Form to his human form quite frightening indeed for Any human being gazing at his grim countenance and His most fiery red eyes glaring intently whenever he Encounters an unsuspecting soul . . . and the sight of His razor-sharp canine teeth bring on convulsive fear In the hearts and minds of his intended victims . . . . The Phantom Vampire's ritual on the foggy nights of the "Cold Dark Yellow Unhallowed Moon" is to drink the blood Of as many young innocent people as he can all the while Destroying their lives and tormenting their souls in an Unending Existence of evil and debauchery as minions of The Undead . . . . As a servant of Lucifer himself, the Phantom Vampire's Principal charge is that of a "Soul Seeker"— and seeking Them he does quite successfully while destroying lives This unending process is interrupted only by the dawn of The next day's morning as the bright rays of sunlight warm The Earth and purify and sanctify the power and purpose of The Almighty Lord God . . . . As a priest . . . a man of the cloth in this bucolic Irish village Along the sea coast, I hold my head in shame and revulsion At the evil escapades rendered by the Phantom Vampire During his nocturnal visits to feed on the blood and souls Of our innocent people . . . . I always turn and talk to God while earnestly praying for their Blind souls through their gossamer eyelids and seeking the Lord's divine protection and delivery from this most dark and Wretched evil . . . May the bright sunlight show them the Road to true happiness during the Feast of All Souls and to the Gates of Salvation . . . . With no fear and with most clear purpose in mind and the divine Support of our Almighty Lord God in Heaven . . . I shall be the One fulfilling God's charge in driving that long wooden stake— Blessed with Holy Water and Angel's Dust—through that Evil dead putrid heart of the Phantom Vampire! Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 6, 2014) (Free Verse poetic form)
They were bank robbers and their names were Bonnie and Clyde. They robbed banks in six states until 1934 when they both died. In addition to robbing banks, they also robbed stores and service stations. They killed thirteen people, they were dangerous and caused devastation. In 1933 the dangerous duo teamed up with Clyde's Sister-In-Law and her husband, Buck. Clyde's brother was killed four months later and Bonnie and Clyde soon ran out of luck. The next year they were driving on a road in Louisiana and they didn't know they were in danger. They were ambushed and killed by a posse that was lead by a Texas Ranger. The posse fired one hundred and sixty-seven rounds and Bonnie and Clyde were hit fifty times. They were deadly murderers and thieves but they ended up paying for their dastardly crimes. (This is a true story about Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker who were killed on May 23, 1934.)
my mind is consumed by his hands being pierced How could they hammer nails through those healing hands? Just days before the streets were filled with praises. I'm confused why they're shouting "crucify him!". How could they hammer nails through those healing hands? When he was born, he was foretold to be King I'm confused why they're shouting "Crucify him!" I wonder how this could be part of God's plan? When he was born, he was foretold to be King. My expectation was an earthly kingdom. I wonder how this could be part of God's plan? Still, I have seen the things Jesus has done. My expectation was an earthly kingdom. Some say our Messiah has not yet arrived. Still, I have witnessed the things Jesus has done. So I have no doubt he is the Son of God. Some say our Messiah has not yet arrived. Just days before the streets were filled with praises! So I have no doubt he is the Son of God. My mind is consumed by his hands being pierced! This eyewitness would have to wait three days for her answer to be revealed. For Rob Carmack's Pierced Contest.
Tired of explaining (a twist from ND. poem) Ignoring the presence of my stillness== As you walk with bitterness== Your radiance is no longer true== A melody with seduction over due== The song so bad wiped out by you== Rotating my abdomen== From the soul== The worms inside== They all die== Under your control== Separating the way== Is as if though== All the beauty in the world== Up and lived== You are more than I need== Drowning in my own abyss== Judging you one== Right after the other== A hellish so profound== Revelations passed so suddenly== Expression of limbo, I replay== The revenge== The revoke== Suffer catting my oxygen== They illness== Then lifeless== They identify== Then disgust== Never play the sensitive== Feel my needs== Like the wound full of abscess== A sore to never go away== Yes like the illness== Then lifeless== Dropped addict== These shivers down my spine== Identify, escape, abuse of certain== Announcing it even more== Proof that I am found== Out of love== The mind finally receives== Revolution with open eyes== The heart is trapped to proceed== Cleverer than the open skies== Old sweat glands in my hand== Retiring the mind== The best of my heart has no stand== Died from your retrieving cries== Advancing to my knowledge== The darkness that you lend== DISCLOSURE== to== In the depth of your eyes == I run before you hypnotize== Oblivious to the Valley of your wits== Refusing to relive the song== Feeling that are gone== Never will it feel right== I still feel the rotation== Exhale went out your soul== Exiting far from sight== Revoke an end to your light== A kiss of death to your good night== A kiss of death to your good night== (To: Nathan Dilts my way of explaining love over due)
I fall down deeper and deeper into oblivion nothing only darkness. the sounds of evil dripping into my ears slithering farther and sliding down into me filling me with echoes. terror courses through my veins into each cell turning them against me they are no longer mine they follow another a stronger being. icy breezes come they whisper to me they say I'm bad they call me to them the breezes dance hug me covering me hiding me from the light shielding me from hope. falling deeper only down my eyes are taunted I see people the ones I know love they are hurt hurting by me I have betrayed them left them I am hurting them it is me but I can't stop. my mind is plagued sick new thoughts every second comes a new terror a cruel joke all a prank. only deeper do I fall light is disappearing becoming dimmer fading fast. all a game for one person the puppeteer the ringmaster the man in the mask the one who is running the show the show that is me. he sees me falling he laughs I can't see him but he is there everywhere teasing my brain taunting my senses he hates me he wants to hurt me. he throws it the knife I feel the pain running up my leg showing my bones releasing my blood it is blue my blood is cold it splatters my face sprinkling my features dotting them with blue the blue liquid drips jumping onto my tongue I taste dirt my blood is dirt blue is all I see blue is all I become I am blue blue is me. a distant shout who is it? a cry for help surely the sound is mangled twisted young desperate hopeless mine the sound is mine I shut my mouth but I still hear it chilling my blue blood ringing in my ears shaking my breathing jump-starting my heart then it's over the scream has ceased and silence returns sounding more deadly than ever before. still falling only black do I see the evil the monsters' playground the demons' joyride and someone is hungry it wants me my innocence my purity it wants to take it it feeds on people people like me. weightlessness objects hitting me ghosts' fingers prodding me as I fall I fall down down into this never-ending hole this abyss for eternity restless empty yet full filled with misery my worst fears come back how did he know? he knows I'm afraid the darkness doesn't help me see I can't see why how does he do this? they cut me again spilling my blood oh, the blue I don't even feel it I am numb the sound of me my skin being sliced a quick slashing and they are done I am cut my legs my arms my stomach my face my neck I can't see my blood but I can see how evil it must look. the thoughts that fell fell down with me they too are damned they talk to me they tell me what they see they can see blue yes blue my cold blood it is everywhere I am pale white I look sick they say oh, no they say oh, no they see the bottom be ready they say be ready. I fall faster still slowing for nothing for no one being pulled down the puppeteer has me he's got my string and he's pulling with no sign of letting go. now I hear a song they all sing it the notes are cruel unforgiving they bump into the others struggling to be heard with no set order it is musical chaos he yells to me it is beautiful and he sings along to his song it's made for me musical notes are played they come up to me they greet me they jump right into my cuts surging into my blood they search inside me no mercy moving faster the drum keeping them steady pounds faster picking up tempo searching searching until they found it they found my heart my soul the music does the talking it says to hush hush now slow down my heart listens and I get sleepy just stop they say just stop the music is evil played by the man the man in the mask my brains sends a message one final request it says to my heart speed up it says speed up, can't you see? she is dying it says you must speed up! I still fall with no way up letting go of hope why dream? dreaming of being saved when I already know I'll only be dropped. I smell something burnt burning oh, no I know what that smell it is flesh not mine surely but belongs to someone else someone close they too they smell of dirt sinners burning dead they are nothing to me they are the stench in my nose nothing more the smell overcomes all all the other senses until it becomes me and I burn too. even in the dark the black I see something darker blacker than black they are shadows they mock me they play they sing they dance they laugh I fill with evil hatred a longing to hurt hurt the ones behind it all then without warning I hear him laughing my pain is his pleasure oh so dark it's over I'm at the bottom laying on the cold ground in a small ball too weak to stand in a pool of dark blue blood I hold myself tight I can't trust these creatures these beasts. he likes my weakness he tells me I am small I am ugly I am worthless I am nothing he laughs when I cry I thought that maybe just maybe it would be better down here instead of up there. it's not. hell is not a game. death is not an easy way out. do not try to visit me. do not try to rescue me. for I am more lost than I hope you will ever be. now that I am at my fate at the entrance to hell at the bottom of this grave of my eternity and if I am truly here forever, I'll have plenty of time to ask myself why did I jump?
They come from a different era where patriotism is a just cause they would fight for the true blue never mind who was right or wrong they stood staunch and egos proud their chest out, backs straight and chins up they come from an old style of thinking I fight today as my father and grandfather did too. fighting for an eye for an eye tooth for a tooth I will die to serve my country even if its a lie if you try to invade our land we will come and conquer you we are defenders of the truth but the old timers forget and the young ones have a narrow point of view there was a time when the immigrants were Irish, Italians and jews racism was rampant and that hasn't changed Christians today still preach 'Jesus is savior they say repent your evil ways pushing their rhetoric just like the roman empire did amazingly America seems to be doing the same history seems to repeat itself time and time again war, religion, oil and what we perceive as freedom we invade again and again and call it defending democracy yet the intelligence comes from spies and other governments because they have shared interests in different types of policy they all carefully choose their words because one slip of the lip could trigger war as it has happened before todays war on terrorism is a campaign designed to instill pain and un-trust to drain our resources from us And our leader claimed up front this is not a religious war yet he paraphrases from the bible we'll get those evil doers you see bush fooled our religious leaders too. he used their belief in Jesus he tricked 'em all just to get their vote he claims he's a born again Christian and this Christians embraced him holly but then one day bush spoke to Jesus and asked what to do with Iraq Jesus responded Invade that country Now dont get me wrong Jesus was not about war he taught of peace, love and compassion however his message has been twisted and turned over time and history shows the hands of Christian religious leaders are always bloody because they twist the truth to control dictatorship is always the goal Bush had been plaining war before a judge handed him the seat on his first day he signed a bill into law prevent any criminal charges against him
The flood of human remains plummeting downwards. Horizon blackened, jolted from the sky. Towering waves of obscure aftermath swarm to the heavens. With a slight endeavor, kingdoms turn to squander. Ravaging paths meet and become hordes of ailment. God's hand has erected the retched bowels of man's mass burials. An avalanche of skulls, Rain down the exhumed past of lost ancestry. Prophecies fulfilled to our graves of dispersed dead.
I cannot accept death In death there is no righteous purpose, no nobility, and no meaning So I have devised a plan to follow, you may wish to call it cheating I have called upon the Dark One who has at last heard my beseeching And he comes to my chambers to make the exchange this very evening What exchange you might ask, well that I do not know But I will agree to any bargain if He honors quid pro quo The only thing I seek, Immortality to me bestowed Tonight is that last night of this life, a change I will soon undergo Suddenly appeared a child before me bright with shining light In all my life I swear before God I had never seen such a sight Boy? Girl? I could not have said, I tried with all my might To understand how the "Dark One" could be so gleaming white Despite myself I shuddered, but through strength of will did not fall For I knew I looked upon the Dark Lord come before me at my call "What do you offer in exchange for my gift?" asked He four feet tall "I offer the soul of my oldest son." But the Dark One threw a curve ball "One soul will not be enough to purchase what you seek. Immortality lasts forever, we need a continuing bargain, so to speak" "What would you prefer instead?" I asked, my anxiety at it's peak "The soul of the son in each generation, that is what I seek" I pause but a moment to consider the cost before I gave my assent I will not say no, I cannot accept death so my plan I must circumvent The Dark One was immensely pleased that I willingly gave my consent There was but one more thing to be done, but one more, just a kiss He stepped up close and rose on tiptoe his arms down at his sides His pink lips pursed in anticipation, a kiss I had to provide So I knelt down to deliver the kiss trying to calm the war inside This is the moment I've been waiting for, the moment that turns the tides At the moment my lips touched his I felt a surge of power As I stared into his eyes they became so deep, deeper than a black rose flower So deep I plunged into those orbs I did not know if it had been moments or hours When I came to myself the child was gone and I was left feeling empowered I sensed no chill and all of my limbs were atingle with a strange sensation I felt remarkably light and there was a thrill at my body's prickly vibration My eyesight enhanced I realized then I had lived a life of stagnation I danced easily knowing happiness at last, death no longer an expectation
Dedicated to my Dad who lost his short battle w/ Colon Cancer on June 18,2013 I hate you Cancer Your vile evil and cruel You don't care who you hurt I'll never forget that day I'll always hate you for it Your heartless Cancer You took someone important from me Someone important from others too Took people who didn't belong to you I hate you for it You disgust me Cancer You had no right to take him from me He mattered more than my very own life I hate you for taking my Daddy I hate you for taking others too I hate you with a passion Cancer You took part of my heart with him You took part of my soul that day too I hate you for it I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you with every fiber of my being Go back to Hell where you belong I hate you, others hate you Your not welcome or wanted here Cancer I hate you more than his doctor's I hate you more than God I hope I get to witness that day Witness the day you fall And you will fall Cancer You're gonna lose the battle one day Cancer I'm gonna laugh and dance around your grave You'll finally get what you deserve And you'll never be able to take another soul Sabrina Niday Hansel ______________________________________________________________________ Placed 8th in Poet Destroyer A's 2013 "PINKTOBER" Contest Please Support a Cure for Colon Cancer & every other type!
DEVIL'S HIDDEN RANCH Coyote howl, dogs growl Gunshots, dead cow Red barn left unlock Horse shoe upon death's door Tequila in a cup Salt of cocaine, shadows of insanity Guitar string, sad song Bandit near the door, wife on the floor Hallucinating---Reality Yelling out her name, he's gone insane Loaded gun, life is done Far and near ending his intoxicating fear The road under the sun A coward in his path Responding to the Devil's wrath In a Hidden Ranch in Mexico!!!!!! :) SKAT
Reality is lost and I fear… That someday…somewhere so near… I will fall amongst the people so dear… I fear…that I'll just be another one… Another one lost… I wonder what the cost of my life is not to get too political… But I want to know what the cost of my life is Is it money…is it land I do not own any of them…I'm just a simple man I remember…When I ran across your land… I remember when I kissed my grandmother's hands… But you ripped my away from her…From my home you ripped my away from my heart…you ripped me away from my soul I feel helpless…I feel low… It's hard to play along when I know…I have no role I have become a slave. After all the love I gave. When I look at my country…people I want to save When I look around me…people I need to change It seems like a hard thing to do… when the range of people is way bigger than you Freedom…oh how much I've heard that word Freedom…oh how this idea has become absurd when God gave us life… He warned us only he can take our lives… Oh Syria…my home Oh Syria…my all Oh Syria…what did they hurt you for? Oh Syria…I'm here…I won't let them hurt you anymore… I am Proud to be your son…
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
I've trained for this. Lungs burning, muscles twitching as I close in on the line- 24,25,26. I see them clearly now- My wife, my child- smiling, cheering as they urge me through the echoes of feet smacking pavement, through my tunneled view of the victory line, through my exhaustion, through my pain. I've trained for this. Lungs burning, muscles twitching as I close in on my targets. Thousands! There are many! I can see them clearly now- a woman, a child- smiling, cheering as I slip past and drop my bags. And now I am running through the smoke and through the screams as runners push toward the finish line without legs. I've trained for this. Lungs burning, muscles twitching as I close in on the scene. 175, 176... I see them clearly now- the woman, the child- lifeless, bleeding as they urge me through echoes of feet smacking pavement, through my tunneled view of torment and death and I can do nothing but hold their hand.
Their erotic death or life eternally, Directed trance like powers of eyes. Along with blindness of surprise, Delivers humanities lustful dormancy, Creating a new formal entity, The power that sparks darkening skies, Lurid scheme of evil does disguise. Enticingly becomes the destiny. Transformations brought forth. One bite brings immortal youth. Never to grow old, what worth, Ignoring legitimate truth, Whether by choice or not henceforth, We walk upon night in sleuth. written for contest Poems from the Vampire! Cecil Hickman
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 .
Up on a hill there was an old house and in it lived Abigail, a young lady without a spouse. One day her doorbell rang and she went to the door. There stood an old man, his head to the floor. He appeared scared and weak so she let him come in, for if she didn't it'd be a sure sin. The old man smiled and gave his thanks, and she said, "Not to worry, there's no need to thank." Abigail and the elder talked for quite a long time. Sharing story after story, and soon drinking wine. The two became very good friends and laughed, and laughed 'til night came to end. When the next day dawned, they went for a walk, down at the pond they decided to stop. It was frigid and misty, but they enjoyed the stroll because their friendship was warmer than the wind's dreadful cold. As they stood in front of the calm, cool pond, Abigail asked, "Where do you come from?" The old man laughed a deep, dark laugh, "I come from the boneyard, the place of last breaths. I am the man, which many name Death." The creeping old man then pulled out a knife and slashed Abigail's throat before she could fright. Her life left instantly, her body grew cold, and the elder's smile sparkled like gold. The pond was hungry and the old man knew that Abigail's corpse would have to go soon. He tied a brick to both of her feet and tossed her away into the deep. As her body sunk into the watery blue, the elder stood there and felt renewed. Back on the trail the aged man went. Not a worry in mind, no remorse ever meant. He did what had to be done, to the grave his soul belonged. The elder approached another ol' house. He rang the doorbell and waited, innocent as a mouse.
It's so quiet…so peaceful It's so calm…so hopeful It's dark…yet beautiful It's…cold…yet warmer than warm My dream is to stand there Stand among the stars Stars shining so bright That their light reaches us Billions of miles away My dream is to stand there Stand where no man has stood Stand where nor evil nor good has set foot Stand where it's peaceful…. Stand where it's quite… But if a human can't get there The only other place is here Beneath our feet… But death is something that will reach Each and every single person when time comes Weakness is giving up… So I won't give up…
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
Sitting atop the old decaying tree Is a deadly raven quite pathetic Where his lusting eyes do more than just see An unsuspecting group thinks they are free Raven thinks of a move that's genetic Sitting atop the old decaying tree No-one knows what it's like to truly be One of this group, death is just magnetic Where his lusting eyes do more than just see Down he swoops taking one soul completely Returns to tree, looking quite poetic Sitting atop the old decaying tree The raven smiles as he caws wickedly Soul collecting might be more aesthetic Where his lusting eyes do more than just see The raven flies high looking lustfully All that he's collected that's prophetic Sitting atop the old decaying tree Where his lusting eyes do more than just see Russell Sivey
At the day of tribulations' Reckless deeds and end Of time Your consternation Beguiles' me And is relative to me Fore The Lord is He Yet, The maker of mammon Hath made his bound Of inequity Amidst The trove and treasure Of the unholy Which the unholy of thee Shall never resist Gary Fields Poet Author (Rev. NOV2013)
Why am I emerging from the dark Staring at a bench in City Park. Breathless air without a bird in song. So I sit, unknowing, yet belong. Sudden waves of anguish flood my mind. Feral, vicious, senseless bursts of time. Then a calming whisper fills my ear And my reason now, for being here. Minutes of my final day proceed. Mockingbirds and peanut squirrels to feed. Speckled sun through breezy treetops sway And two hidden figures inch my way. Choking arms, a weakness, loss of breath; Forced behind a thicket to my death. Off they bolted free without a trace. Now I'm vengeance. Patiently I wait. I'm aware each footstep, as they move, But this peaceful park is where I choose. Soon they stalk again. I know the place. Little do they know the wrath they face. Gene Bourne 11-29-13 .
The eye,a sign the unwise can't comprehend Forged from the world's origin,an illumination in darkened minds,for the enlightened ones like Leonardo da Vinci,Isaac Newton,John Milton....etc. The eye is a tree with many branches like Priory of Scion,Knight templars,I.O.G.T,United Nations,Masonic Lodge,Music industry, Politics,global economy, etc stretching beyond human imaginations-felt in all corners of earth. The world is clothed through wisdom from above. The eye,all seeing sign,an invincible emblem of power and riches to the lion hearted and loyal souls. A seat of influence and fame. Creating the social order through men of power.... Some see it as a curse,others a blessing. I feel it,the great eye is everywhere watching you!
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
This is a tragedy A tragic in the history MH a Malaysian Hospitality Ended in a catastrophe Another date of unhappy July 17 you flew from Amsterdam MH 17 you are proud flying no harm Boeing 777 is your airplane You are shot down in Ukraine That's in the Russian border In the conflict zone it happen Malaysians are shock Everyone felt struck And we mourn the attack Crying your luck Your destiny hack Before MH370 is back You come with a shock Suppose Kuala Lumpur is your last track Kota Kinabalu (18 July)
Destruction. The silent sound of a falling tree The oil that chokes the dying sea. They push our planet to its ruin. These foolish powers, what are they doing? A tree it falls, to a sorry end. My mystic tree, my dearest friend. Oh how I loathe the things they do They're taking life from me, and you. As men get rich with worthless things Through the damage that greed does bring. They spill their slime each place they go As in their wake destruction grows. With seas a dying, choked of life As grey green slime be causing strife. Sea creatures cry and scream with fear As the planet dies but greed won't hear. The ozone layer be growing sick As populations grow so thick. The green folk try to combat greed But their advice those powers don't heed. This thing weighs heavy in the air. The tower crumbles but they don't care. This Planet dies I love so well As mankind paves, its way to hell. 18 May 2014 @ 1142hrs
there is this one fact that i really need to stress is to let people know that evil has no address how often have you ever heard people expound when something truly horrific occurs in their town "we had no idea", "we've never seen such in our neighborhood" "we are a concerned community that is always about doing good" but what many people can't seem to even comprehend is that evil does reside in the hearts and minds of men Aurora, Kenya, Columbine, New Town and so many more evil decided to take up residence at their backdoor evil has no address and the world needs to see that incomprehensible acts of death and destruction can happen in any community and no matter how many locks you have on your front door and no matter how careful you plan and take precautions for evil will creep in and have its wicked way just remember to keep your mind on Jesus and don't forget to pray for evil has no address it is all around just don't be too surprised when it moves to your town
When I was young, and adventure routine, With excitement and newness still unforeseen I was eager to spread my wings to the world And seek more adventures as those wings unfurled Within my long travels I happened to meet Two other men, with friendships replete One was named Beckett, the other one Flynn And better friends there never have been. We'd been together, 't was our sixth year, And still our adventures made us cohere To every madness – to every rave … Until we decided to enter: The Cave. With our ropes and lanterns and other such gear It was into The Cave we then disappeared. The light from our lanterns speared into the dark We spoke very little - made no remark. We found a small dry spot and then we assessed This was a place we could stop now to rest. I set down my lantern, and took off my hat, When Beckett said: "Hey. Did you just hear that?" I moved not a muscle, and my ears went to strain. All I could hear were cave droplets, like rain. Then … from The Cave's bowels came a loud din I continued to listen – then heard it again. We looked at each other, but said not a word Confused and startled by what we'd just heard It wasn't a moan, it wasn't a gasp But more rather like a guttural rasp Then from The Cave's deepened black hole Came again sounds from a source with no soul The sound was menacing, and one I despise, I watched the fear grow within my friends' eyes. Instinctively then, we three moved as one In that instant – our re-ascent had begun I had been last in the line coming down But first in line in this turnaround. The lamp on my hat pierced through the black And I looked for our markers to lead us back To save our strength, nothing was said Again - that loud sound which filled me with dread. Somewhere behind me, then snarls I heard Loud and vicious, run together and blurred Close … so close … the Beast was so near Adrenalin rushed through me to react to my fear 'T was then I was hit by an overpowering stench My stomach turned and my bowels went to clench The odor blew past me, and I knew t'was the breath Of the Beast of The Cave – its' stench of Death. I was near running, but down on all fours Sweat was streaming from all of my pores. Then I heard those terrible screams The ones I keep hearing in all of my dreams It was Beckett I knew in his shocked agony Midst the snarled snapping of jaws I can't see I heard bones cracking and squishing of flesh And my fear within gave new strength afresh My fingers were raw from grabbing the rock But on moving forward my mind had its' lock My stomach still queasy from the stench of the beast I knew it was finishing its' beastly feast I screamed: "Flynn! Catch up to me!" But took not the time to look back and see For the beasts' crashing against The Cave's face Told me it neared – and was upping its' pace In less than an instant, Flynn was there too, His face in my hat-light was of a strange hue And as he helped me get back to my feet … Flynn turned around – t'was the Beast there to meet. The stench overwhelming, but the sight was much worse There standing before us: The beastly curse Of layered scales in shades of dark gray The rest of its body concealed in umbrae But its' eyes … its' eyes … I'll never forget Rheumatoid yellow, and deeply inset Its' reptilian lids blinked just one time 'Fore its' lips peeled back - revealing the slime, Glistening yellow over dagger-like teeth Then oozed from its' mouth to fall there beneath. The beast reared up, we then saw its' claws Sharp and deadly within its forepaws Towering above us, no sound the beast made On beams of our lights had his gaze stayed. Unexpectedly Flynn then turned to face me … With less blinding light, the beast could again see Why Flynn had turned I never will know For the beast bit him in two, at his torso And I was looking at Flynn – direct in his face When the beasts' bite his life did erase. I screamed, and instantly away did I run Away from the beast, and dead companion Through the price of Flynn's life, more time had been bought To reach The Cave's entrance – the goal which I sought I heard its' clawed talons scraping the wall And prayed I'd not again stumble and fall Then, up ahead, a small opening I viewed And I saw my chance, to hope there exude Twelve feet … six feet … then it was three But the beast and its' stench was there behind me I dove through the rock-opening, scraping my head But better that injury than ending up dead I was elated, and about to rejoice I then heard a scream – it was my own voice! In my leg erupted intense blinding pain Looking down I saw the bloodstain My leg, through the opening, still was stuck out There was but split-seconds,'fore I'd lose it no doubt I pulled my leg back, and in but a flash My shoe was removed by a clawed talon slash I crawled back from the opening, then I could see My wound was deep, from ankle to knee Then suddenly through the opening came A clawed talon whose aim was to maim I quickly withdrew out of its' reach As claws shot through the openings' breech The opening too small for continued rampage And the beast began then to voice its' outrage Its deafening roars assaulted my ears Echoed Cave chambers and to my mind did adhere I began attending unto my grave wound Knowing I now was no longer marooned. Another two hours 'fore I crawled out The Cave And many more days 'fore I'd shed the shockwave Of what had transpired, and what I had seen But my damaged leg was lost to gangrene. Now sleep evades me, for my horrible dreams Show beams of light, and unearthly screams Of Beckett and Flynn and The Cave we were in I know tonight, I'll re-live it again. So, now you've the story, you've heard the deed I swear is the truth I've herein decreed And Beckett and Flynn are enslaved in their grave And I lost my leg to … The Beast of The Cave.
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!
To all of the brain dead raghead nazis in the world: "I AM CHARLIE!" You are turds from the devil's ass.
It's a damn cartoon you stupid raghead SOBs. If you are so very evil that you would kill people over a stupid cartoon then you are not only descended from apes, you are apes, hairless tailless monkeys. You are dumb ass animals with absolutely no human qualities.
Oh how frail is the life of mortals Look at how our tongue treasures the taste of food Without oxygen we die We sleep as though we're dead I've seen demagogs rising and falling History hasn't been fair to their very great powers In our virtues, our pride lights our vice Oh such hypocrites at heart Oh how our desires hook us like fish bones Into doom we gleam Until we see our fragile weakness on Earth True repentance is just a dream I've seen the Light I believe The truth of God who lived as man His sacrifice made me free Oh such a hope of eternity I share
From hell shrivelled hands and voices in the chilly night make appearance Hand and voices of evil ugly gory demons Evil that torments the soul day and night This is the story of Arusha Arusha the woman possessed by legion Legion of demons Demons of promiscuity and self destruct Powerful destruct that engages the soul Her soul is in the grip of the power of darkness Darkness a sanctum of hell Oh Arusha how hell has swallowed your soul Arusha's soul has become a battle ground I feel pity for Arusha as she often lets out demonic shrills Shrills that sends chills down my spine Remember the evil hands and voices of torment Its torment called insanity Insanity without cure Arusha now is now a companion of cocaine Cocaine I am sure you know it Its Satan's concoction of dementia Concoction that destroys the soul men Men become slaves to the voices and hands of hell As they seek the thrill of gothic A potently evil thrill that kills the soul Sending the soul to eternal damnation The story of Arusha ended in suicide Suicide is a deceptive medicine for tormented souls I wept for Arusha Senseless weeping: it was too late I was mortified when I discovered her lifeless body A body once full of life A soul so beautiful Her soul is now eternally damned In peace may you rest Arusha
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
Chérif Kouachi, Saïd Kouachi and Amedy Coulibaly, the three rat bastard terrorists who murdered seventeen people in France are now dead. They did the Devil's bidding with joy in their stone cold hearts during their lifetimes and now that they are dead, their sorry worthless souls are now burning in Hell and will continue to do so for all of eternity. You reap what you sow, even after death, and these three satanic SOBs will scream in pain and terror forevermore. No one outside of Hell will ever hear their terrifying screams. That is a well deserved ending for these three totally disgusting two legged inhumane animals.
I have seen the depths of Hades! And it is not a place of tranquility; Neither is it a place of rest, but a place of unending cursing, and the gnashing of teeth is everlasting. The multitude was too great to count - Souls served as fuel for the unquenchable fire. Hot coals were the bed for this place, and flames covered Hades as a blanket. Before encountering this beast, a very long fall takes place - Into a vast and immeasurable darkness. There is no point of return! Guilt, pain, sorrow, and hate obscures the minds of the afflicted. Their eyes are blinded by their unclean conscious, and regret is all that is left. My heart was shatter into pieces - To see hell boundaries expanding so rapidly! It's mouth is wide open, and in the top fangs - Were Inscribed two words: "ETERNAL - PUNISHMENT" The scorching fire, the burns, the sores, and wounds, and the desire to die is a punishment too great to bare. But the greatest punishment of all - IS SEPARATION, FROM GOD, FOR ETERNITY.
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. …………
SUFFER NOT Suffer not o man she cried desperate for consolation Compassion twisted and tore at her heart but the world she knew was silent. Painful sounds from death filled wars, would wound her more than jagged poison tipped arrows that pierced much too deeply. And yet she carried on in quiet song as the world she knew kept silent. And if the dying weren't enough, the sight of bloated bellies and distraught mothers and sacked villages laid bare by the unwilled force of child soldiers, would crush her spirit. How could the world she knew keep silent? Thinking that God did not understand her despair She wept with abeyant tears that could not flow as the world she knew kept silent. To live, to die in the soiled spattered flow of time passing through, passing through Is the secret so sublime? Cannot she grieve? Then silence no more was heard. Instead a curious word within emerged from her meditation of life's graces a Hebrew word "Bitachon" What was not known in agonies was revealed in her silence. C.A.K. 1-9-201
In the attic, above wooden floor, through the hallway of psychotic, locks upon my door, near the broken window and glass of the sore, hiding in the shadows, bloodstains on the wall. Number nine, house at the end of the street, where lights are low, where silent never sleep.
Any religion that endorses murder and the killing of innocence is a false religion and their god is the Devil 11-14-15
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
I never really understood people until I took apart my old school chum Rick. Now I know exactly what makes the human heart tick. The intricacy of the human circuitry is Gods most artful work without uncertainty. Like a great operatic performance accompanied by a grand orchestra, all our organs sing as one and all together. To give such life as this in a manor of theatrical grandeur, but life comes at a cost however, this is something that we can not sever, for one soul to live it must take from another. You see hunting a human is just like hunting any animal, you always track those that are weak and incapable. I study those that indulge greatly in life's pleasurable sins, I always proceed to take them apart starting with their limbs. To squander such a gift is a crime against those souls no longer living. It is a crime that should be dealt with swiftly and unforgiving. You may find my words harsh and cruel but punishment is dealt where punishment is due. The scholars and gossips call me a Devil worshiper or a Satanist. But I am an admirer of God and I dream to be like him, a great creationist. To some I'm known as the mad doctor who haunts the river Rhine, but to my acquaintances I'm known simply as Victor Frankenstein.
For how long and for how many times Should I be battered and crushed, oh my God! Tell them their labour will be in vain As after being unconscious I suffer no pain I know they still can go further But it does not worry me For the fact that if I die The matter is finished If I do not What should I worry in life? In fighting battles Of injustice and falsehood Or to revolt against a war thrust upon Or to protest against tyranny I fear not death As I know I lose nothing Neither my honour Nor my conscience Moreover, they fail to win Neither my heart, nor my mind In exchange of my death They gain not Even an iota of my loyalty Nor an inch of unsaleable soil of my soul Except my dead body.
Too young to die They take a boy, too young to shave Who has never lived his life While his mates are chasing girls They fill his life with strife They send him off to a brand new war Over some damned fools Ideal I don't understand their wars And I guess I never will The folk who like to run the show Or most of them at least Have never even been to war They've never felt the beast As he rips right into one' intestines That hollow hole of fear! Each leader should be sent to war Then the picture might grow clear Then when they send young boys to war They'll see the whole damned show The weight of endless terror And then maybe they'll know What it's like as a fine young man To be sent out there to die He might then know, how a mother feels When she's lost her little guy. 1 August 2013 @ 1443hrs.
************ 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
There is an asshole jihadist by the name of Ahmed who has absolutely no active brain cells in his head. Ahmed is rising swiftly up the jihadist command chain because he is the only known jihadist to have a brain. Each of the other jihadists has a camel shit filled head. All jihadists sorry worthless souls burn in Hell once they are dead. That is a very proper end for maniac murderers and rapist scum. When the word jihadist is translated into English it means shithead bum.
This world of ours is being overrunned by two-legged jackasses I call Raghead Nazis. They rape and murder in the name of God while in reality they do the damned Devil's will. When Ragheads from the West go to Iraq to help commit genocide the world has gone insane. It is true that to be a Raghead one must have less than ten active brain cells to join ISIS. Only a brain dead moron would believe that mass rape and murder are acts of a sane person. We are in the Twenty-First Century but the world has regressed to the Dark Ages again.
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?
Waking up five in the morning, and looking the dawn's sun rise, to start the day with a yawn and strech. Smell the morning dew, as you go and retrive the morning newspaper, filled with tablots of lives more intresting than yours. You wave to your hand to your neighbor, who you don't like, still you say, "hi" Why? It's just the nature of the human being. You turn and go inside, you feel some pain on your leftside. All those milkshakes and hamburgers caught up to you. What do you do? Not much, you can do now, You fall to the ground, clenching your chest; you call out for help, but no one comes. You see your neightbor, but he doesn't mind. See he hated you as well, like you hated him, and he is glad to see you fall to your knees and beg for Mercy. Oh no! here he comes, Doctor Death, no not Jack Kavorkian, No! the big cheese, the Creature that prays on black souls, just like yours. Doctor Death come on down! Come and clam your prize! Good morning Doctor Death! I'm ready, Are you?
The crone can hear the children's laughter, cold as ice And they exclaim out "witch", not thinking she can hear Their parents then admonish, "Try to be quite nice." Upon her thin, emaciated form they leer Of love forbidden she has paid the awful price Malicious magic powers all the children fear She only wears black, mourning each and ev'ry day Her world is full of dismal, somber shades of grey She loved a wealthy cultured handsome gentleman But she had not the clothes nor proper pedigree And never would be issued any wedding bann For poverty did not amuse his family When finding herself great with child of his, she ran She felt displaced, just like a dead uprooted tree In bleak back alley child unwanted disappeared No chance immoral tainted peccant child be reared Although she lost her core, her heart, her soul, her mind, She wandered dazed and crazy back to town she knew Her fam'ly said, "We never have produced your kind." There was no place to go and nothing left to do But after mournful agony she came to find Satanic powers very evil she would rue She met the incubi in wooded forest glen Although she knew it was an awful, grievous sin Her soul and body raped by evil forces bold Instilled in her the seeds of their foul awful pow'r That grew more potent as she grew extremely old Demolished, shattered self continued still to sour Her sterile body, now quite barren, grew ice cold A vile vexatious tongue lashed out at all each hour Thus she became a bitter venomous old hag While dressed in filthy clothes; on head, a dirty rag She met a fine genteel young man, so good and kind A person reaching out to all in charity Attempted making better lives where he could find He wanted human folk achieving parity However, he had never met an evil mind The succubus seduced his soul with clarity She crippled psyche; took his cash, his bonds and stocks Her languid lips convinced him caged; no keys for locks Then when the moon was full one night, she murdered him Around his vile demise all sorts of tales arose She had dismembered rigid corpse each limb by limb Disposed so very well of ugly bloody clothes The whole ordeal had been a gratifying whim Upon his naked body set a blood red rose His corpse was never found; base tales do not abate Today she suffers vile result of cruel fate
Entombed behind isolation walled Prison, A haunting malice trapped me within. Crouching beneath shadows shroud, Leering eyes pierce. Through darkness's pitch black, Covenant. Pacing beast intercepting motions, Movements, mocking my, Feeble attempts to evade frenzy's, Tormentor. Deceptions deceiver, silver tongued, Weaver, spewing lies deceit. Intricately aligning it's widow, Makers webbing, Feasting on innocence betrayal. Heckling, laughter echoes, against, Dead reckoning. A chilling appetizing, as if pleased, At malice's intent. Fiendishly, delighting in torturing, It's human pet. A vacant mumbling feeling over, Comes reasoning, A deeper anger begins to rage, Rebelling against hatred's, Horrifying entity. Motivated to survive beyond spectral, Captivity. Hear my disgust, creature, I shall destroy thee. Leave me alone, screaming aloud, Sanity's domain gives way. In musty halls empty hollows, An odorous stench. Fills mine senses, Cease mortal miscreant, None leave here alive, Shudders blood runs cold down raw Veins nerve endings, A deepening realizations rushes, The conscious mind, I'm deaths play thing. To be pounced upon, a toy mouse, Caught between claws, Extracting, retracting at whims invoking. Invisible hands grasp choking life's, Breath away. Feeling every heartbeat slowing, Quietly ceasing. Stinging painfully ringing at ear, Shots quivering, Oblivion's mute murmurs never part, Lips tightly closed. Let mercy's fallen be forgiven, Released from, Beyond hells hidden regions, A place devoid of spiritual salvation. Foul demonic spirit haunting, A madman's kingdom, It whispers to me in sweet melodies, Aftershock. Now we begin, and you truly belong to me, With satisfactions grimace, it smiles. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
The fire burns deep within my heart As ice forms on arms and limbs The evil one approaches With a smile and a knife To be twisted in my stomach The witch of Acambaro looks like an angel But her dagger can pierce both heart and soul She is the five Pillars Darkness Anger Greed Envy Bitterness Pilar Lopez Diablo Raised by nuns, her values none She spreads hers smile For a few pesos False hopes and empty dreams She surely shall make you scream Bury me naked, if you must Wear a black veil, you stole my trust Draw blood and make me swim in my own juices I shall float in my bloody pain On the Día de Muertos I shall sing back to you Oh Catrina, lady of the dead You lie tormented For you have all of me in blood Except my heart Notes: La Calavera Catrina ('Dapper Skeleton', 'Elegant Skull' The "Day of the dead" can be traced back to the Aztec festival dedicated to the goddess Mictecacihuatl. Catrina would be the modern name of this God.
when the glory of a man is turned into a mystery his pride becomes a mockery for ignorant of the truth is the cultivation of wickedness and arrogance the father of foolishness his heart consume by grief and hid mind hunts him a relief but lost in belief for his god fails him and nothing to be held in high esteem for his reward is condemnation caught in the web of desperation his effort can only end him a frustration the sky blue turns dark the bad wind blows away the good luck an innocent man drowns at sea for his soul is empty his flesh perishes and he dies in his anguish his body afflicted by flies for a greedy soul is full of lies the deeds of the righteous is perfection and that of the devil is destruction for evil his invention when the righteous perish, evil flourish he lives in the heart of men and their body his den
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
Bart Coleman is my name. Five Card Stud is my game. I had ridden into Rotgut two days before. It is a small dusty rundown nowhere town. I spent most of my time there in Salty Sam's Saloon. I had taken the local yokels for a tidy little sum. Then, to my shock and chagrin, Zack Waverly walked into Salty Sam's. I had taken most of his dough down in Abilene three months or so before I wandered into Rotgut. Zack spotted me, called me a dirty rat, drew his fancy Colt pistol and shot me in my chest. I didn't even have time to draw a breath and I was stone cold dead before my body hit the the creaky wooden saloon floor. The sheriff had a couple of drunken prisoners bury my body in a shallow grave up on Boothill. In a flim flam flash my eternal soul was in the pit of Hell. I would have cried, but a soul cannot shed tears, when I was informed by that old serpent Beelzebub himself that there is absolutely no gambling allowed in Hades. Now I truly understand why the netherworld is called Hell.
This expanse of land has seen things. Things all of us can only see in dreams. It's seen war, it's gotten it's fair share of scars. Bombs bursting, bullets throwing sand into the air like it's a volleyball tournament. The sand running red with blood silently mocking our arteries. This magnificent stretch of land has seen heroes' tears fall; dropping to their knees while sadness envelopes their fallen brothers but also looking up to their beloved whilst carrying a ring in their hand. It's seen bright days, the sun glimmering over wet sand, footprints of past loves being washed away as the sun smacks the horizon. This expanse of land...has seen things we can only imagine. T.K
Always watching you. He lurks in every corner. You'll think you lost him. He stalks you at night. Don't ever look behind you. Cause he will get you.
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.
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.
I sit on my chair and travel the world I turn off my TV And cry
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-
Those dark eyes on me Like a candle-wax scraper Cut me with your love Then graze me with affection Dip me in your world Of damaged imperfection Addicted to those dark eyes Suspense of a frozen look Soft feelings on my back Before the thrust of a rusted hook Ah but I like those dark eyes And the uneasiness I feel When I hold onto broken glass You rest my head down on the steel Addicted to the prick Contamination that surrounds me Rip my skin off piece by piece At peace every time you drown me Scabs feeling coarse I like it like sand paper Those dark eyes on me Like a candle-wax scraper
The Ballad of Tich Tomas . A dog was howling in the night Perhaps she knew the truth That Tich would not be coming home This dog needed no proof That the man who she loved so He'd come to her no more Because Lance corporal Thomas was A victim of the war. Now Tich, he was a country boy His farm it was his life A boon to his community He'd give in times of strife He learned his trade in farming school With honours he'd come through Then settled down to work his farm That's what he planned to do. But then, one day it came to him The news he did not need He'd been called up for army life He went off without heed To do his time in Puckapunyal To get him set for war He soon made it as Infanteer So he joined a fighting corp He worked real hard and gained a stripe This showed he had potential He earned his skills in jungle fighting And then there came the call For he to go to Vietnam To five RAR he was sent Charlie company was his unit When off to war he went It was in April sixty six Our man went into battle There in the Phuc Tuy provence Those guns did roar and rattle Our Tich he fought real gallantly So brave was he, but then The shrapnel done it's evil job He joined the fallen men. They brought his body back to those Who were waiting for him there The whole town came to welcome him And helped with grief and prayer They buried him with all the honours That came to fighting souls Who died to keep their country free Courageous in their roles. More honour it was placed on him By the country where he'd fought They built a statue in his name And his likeness it was caught By the sculptor who did honour him And carve him into stone And now Tich Tomas guards the park As he stands there all alone. If you're ever down in Nannup town Go to the park that's there You'll see the statue of young Tich As his spirit everywhere Will fill the souls of those who see This fighting man, so brave Who's body lies so peacefully In his own town, in a grave. 2007
As darkness takes our souls to hell what has become of pleasant dreams when death has tolled its final bell no one remains to hear the screams. Gwyllgi calls, the end is near as demons dance across the land their laughter chills a heart with fear for fate has shown her evil hand. Awash with blood to purify the world of Man's eternal rage no longer can our words deny Gwyllgi's here to close our page. And no demons shall rape and kill for evil comes from Man's own will.
A tribute to Ray Bradbury's The Veldt Spoiled by Carson Eelman The nursery is a curious place a place where dreams came true inside lied an African Veldt. In there the leaves would sway, as the grass danced in the wind, the lions roar, the sun beats hot, it seems so real but know it's not. In a world where thoughts come true, what evil acts young minds will do; I don't think we are alone, in this place where lions roam. The power of imagination, can be a wonderful thing, full of magic, fun, and wonder; but it can turn to darkness as well. The nursery became corrupted, with thoughts of death, becoming real to Mom and Dad. In a world where thoughts come true, what evil acts young minds will do; I don't think we are alone, in this place where lions roam. The called a man to see what's wrong but honestly he wasn't sure. He said they should take a break, and so the father said, "Shut down the house, we are ready to go," but the kids said "Please No!" In a world where thoughts come true, what evil acts young minds will do; I don't think we are alone, in this place where lions roam. They couldn't let it happen, so they locked both inside. The parents screamed and banged, but to no reply. The lions came and they were gone. Peter and Wendy flashed a wicked grin, then settled down and ate a meal. In a world where thoughts come true, what evil acts young minds will do; I don't think we are alone, in this place where lions roam. In a world where thoughts come true, what evil acts young minds will do; I don't think we are alone, in this place where lions roam.
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
I passed a purple door one day while out for a casual walk Curiosity got the best of me when it began to talk It said it was a magical door and welcomed me inside It bribed me with indispensable knowledge if I would abide Only a brief moment of my time it would need Just step across my threshold it began to plead I thought for just a minute and wondered if I should What really did I have to loose, this might turn out quite good I clambered up the steps with haste and through the portal I passed Immediately I was whisked away through a narrow shaft As I tumbled through the darkness, I faintly heard the door slam shut A queasy feeling erupted in the bottom of my gut I shuddered knowing that I had possibly sealed my fate What an awful mistake I made, I should have opted for a golden gate I think my soul was taken, had I completely lost my head Eternity was upon me, filling me with dread A second chance I dared wish, as a silent scream danced on my lips A horrible thought flashed through my mind as I came to grips I should have kept on walking, never going through that purple door I certainly didn't anticipate this and regretted it even more Had destiny played some cruel prank I truly could not tell All I know for sure that day, I was sent to hell ******************************************* Written 2014-05-21 : alternative ending
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
Born in night to Dhore and Ghore, Lots of roar he was to make, Taught with those the best they had Fought and won the best of bad, Turned to red then black and blood, flooding bones of hellish beasts mighty prince thus conquered hell. 'Prince Devil' they called him thus sirens roar to send him down Into earth with evils blood. Bright and light have seen fire, not this prince, they haven't yet! All of hell had bowed him thrice, every good he split then slice , Walks earth in men and women, Making evil with each spell. mighty prince grew fast in fame, lots of hearts he turned to war After gold, they led their heart As men he touched felt no good. From among men, fed by then, He placed his steps for a walk, Saw no man for long a way Went so mad with not a ray, A sight of light, far in night, Then drew him close to its height, Not light, but a girl there stood, Seeing her, he dreamed a life, Human life with her in it, But late he was far to reach. Not a king, but king of kings, Will he be in days to come, Orders came to steal her light, with dark sufferings, true fright. Tried too hard but failed with heart, Across he stood against dark, Earthly love then bound the prince Hell's world was flared in anger, Evil dark, the king of kings, proclaimed war against the prince. No demon, no prince, she knew, nor he was, from where she knew Fought his heart in best of hells, Days, nights, in his world and else, blackish blood smoked with fire, Blew from hell with smell, desire, The prince of love, fought so brave. killed he was, in deadly war, Hell and heaven, barred his soul for crimes done in all the world. ©Anees Rahman
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.
His name was Brown, his face was black he walked alone outside his shack a siren sang across the track and signaled clear the next attack. A man in blue, a crackerjack, took aim and made the evening crack - yes, just another maniac - the bullet holes mark Michael's back.
The rank smell of Death, Still in the air Hate evermore has formed my fate. These tendrils like knives, cut open my heart, Now I cut Them, and my Demons I ate. I wipe the face that's no longer mine, yet evil remains. I will never be saved, for I killed Them, committing unforgivable sin. They killed me in a way that remains, Oh Their pain tasted sweet, Like forgiveness and love. I've tried Them all, and They all tasted sweet.
Known as the Queen of Hearts, the card of death, that kids the Joker and kills the King of Spades, The Ace of Spades shivers in his boots, when she strides by in havoc. Her beauty is what gets you, so watch out, when she comes rolling on by. She is deadly, like a black widow spider ready to attack at any moment, so watch out for her, when you deal the deck.
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
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.
planning parenthood birth control and abortion no babies allowed
Eating bowls of dying meat sucking poison which taste sweet. Gas filled bodies that retain their juice a dead little dog that took abuse. The death song plays for a mutilated boy insane parents who receive no joy. Black dogs bark at the funeral fires death looks down and picks his desires. The decapitated body of an unknown man no one cried which was part of the plan. A shot in the dark took the poor man down crazy children laugh as they hear the sound. 'Blood in the gutter' whispered the man slay your neighbor as fast as you can No one hears this , no one understands 'Blood in the gutter' whispered the man. A slash of the knife brought grandma down the young boys laughed at the blood on the ground. The blood stained clothes of a forgotten child the man with the knife is running wild. The meat in the gutter might be your own for you are left for dead and to the dogs you were thrown ! © By Larry Hays
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-
Like Edgar Allan Poe I live in death and in dread of "The Raven," that dark rime of gloominess in that bird of dark time and evil spirits, ghosts, and haunted breath. Contemptible bird! You've arrived from Hell and from the nightmares of mine own bedtime to punish me for my sin and my crime: indifference to God and to what's well. O hell-spawn, dreadful creature of the wing! Must you condemn me for the dead Lenore with the dark ebb and flow of your cruel sting? Like Poe, I have crossed o'er your evil door and into the abyss of this curséd thing.... O Raven! I, like Poe, do die therefore.
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
In the darkness he resides, awaiting Coming soon he will escape, to sure bring His darkness onto the world around him He feels his darkness brooding to the brim His strength exceeds the normal of power And he could reach out killing a flower He grasps the bark of the tree where he's trapped Hoping he can reach in darkness, not strapped He massages his hands outside his jail Pulls with the essence of darkness but pale He can't bring himself out of his prison His effort left him numb from this session Slowly with a growl the witch cowers back Tucking his hands back inside his pale pack Russell Sivey Contest: WITH THESE HANDS Sponsor: nette onclaud Visual #3 12/24/2013
When a man cries himself to sleep, it is a sad sight to see, tears roll off his cheek and onto his bed sheets and pillow case. When you hear his somber cries, you can feel his pain when he wimpers like a child who treds in fear. No one knows what they do to a man when they play with his emotions, lead him on, take advantage of him. They don't know what they do to an innocent man looking for love. They break his heart that is full of love, they stab him in the back when he needs them at his most vulnerable moment they laugh at him, and tease him, Do they know what they do to a man? They slowly kill a man, who just wants a simple kiss on the lips, they kill a dreamer, a good man, with a big heart. They drive a man to his bed, with tears running down his face and force him to dream of nightmares. When a man cries himself to sleep, it is that saddest thing to see. Goodnight and sweet dreams...
MY DEAD OF NIGHT I should tell you a lie, it's a bad dream you're living, but reality is knowing what you are, you could ride on the wind, but it won't take you very far. I would show you the light, it's a black candle burning, and the hottest part is knowing what you are, you could run from the dark, but you will never get too far. I could sing you to sleep, through your lifetime of dying, but reality is knowing what you are, you could cry through the night, but it won't get you very far. You're the page I turn. The love I need. As candles burn, you're the life I read. You're my dead of night, my candle bright, my only love, my dead of night. © ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
What if their is a god if so where is he? why do bad things happen especially when it happens to me What did i do to deserve this? when he makes my loved ones lifeless What made him choose me for all the times iv asked of we why do the good ones die none of this feels right It happens to the best of people all the ones who do no evil how can this all be fairly when he gives them there wings early
You moulded me to your perfection then bounced me around the room to show ownership of me to your friends So I purred and smiled and batted my eyes Acted asthough I enjoyed it I loved all of them the way you taught me So you were pleased for a while For a while I was safe You bent me out of shape and pushed me as far as I could take So I tried to smile and bat my eyes but I couldn't help but cry It made you happy for a while These chains swing and hurt my wrists as they break and cut my veins I'm lying here alone unclaimed I wish to feel the hurt again I want the tears upon my face The cold gleam in your eye I need you to be happy for a while The darkness stinks, I'm in disgrace all used up a broken face Bones are broken beneath the skin I love your smile you've such a grin Now at least your happy again
Stillness in the night Silhouettes of Zulu's Move along the ridgeline Monkey's howl And men cry The darkness has no friends Evil specter of death In the banana trees Fruit bats on the wing Sweating in this jungle I have but one goal Remain Lock and load Weapons In the hands Of teens Machetes Teeth Cut limbs From torso's Lying on the cracked Jungle floor Seeping loneliness Into the heart Of darkness That bears no witness To the soul
Ice that will freeze the heart shaking icy mountains roaring like a lion does thunder echoes around with ice in hands body turns to stiff heart faints weaker Tears fall of cold imprinted on face beneath his mask lips of lavender face as white as a ghost Fatigue of a warrior ice blades that cut razor sharp heart turned to blue from harsh torture of his endless soul among the most powerful the king of winters with ice of bone he conquers all By Brian Otoole ....... Poem for ((skat-oz ICE KING Contest)) 08-05-13 (((I held an ice cube today in my palm for almost 15mins in my room with full ac power on held it tightly and after palm froze stiff I imagined the pain of dieing by ice))) so I took sub zero picture you posted and it inspired me way more to write this poem for your ice king contest and feel to pain of the ice and cold in palm and in my room.im still very cold now even after this poem
upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still as sunset bids adieu to day I feel so cold, a deadly chill upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still so desolate, bereft of will with trepidation, feet of clay upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still as sunset bids adieu to day. whose evil spell did weave such pain that took this heart, and bled my soul I've lost too much, and can't remain whose evil spell did weave such pain my morrow's hopes all died in vain for death I know the bell doth toll whose evil spell did weave such pain that took this heart, and bled my soul. the sea sings dirges of my fate my skirts form wings, blown by the wind the waves collide on rocks that wait the sea sings dirges of my fate a voice begs 'no', but it's past late I brace and leap; soul's suff'ring's end the sea sings dirges of my fate my skirts form wings, blown by the wind. © 11/10/2011 Lucretia Crouse Triolet is an eight line poem where the first line is repeated for line four and the first two lines are repeated as a refrain for lines seven and eight. Triolet Rhyme Scheme: A B a A a b A B Written in iambic tetrameter (8-syllable lines)
I saw evil last night evil in the form of a sweet fleshed beauty, evil in the form of sparkling eyes with the sweetest of serpent's tongue. I saw evil, perhaps, not in its entirety; for as with goodness, evil is an abundant and all consuming well. So young, so stained by herself and others this child daily sought the flame, stealing from anyone, anything she could. The fragile translucent moth to the kitten's lick, evil beyond bounds. Her beauty a narcotic, evil bathed in jasmine giving kisses to gain access to her own drugs of choice. Failure's false excuses for actions, fresh sexual pleasures; lured with ribald sensation, lured with filthy lucre. I saw flames leap from the eyes of the sweetest face, recalling the pill vials abundance and place; recalling the ease of reach. I saw her thrusting tongue-tip, lick and leap. I saw drool come at the corner of her strawberry pink lips. The lips she would let his aged sick body kiss, all for the high, his legal drugs would bring. She stay. She'd F…. She'd give him everything. He didn't pay in money, surely there was no crime? So near death, he'd pray. "Lord God please heal me." He'd say. She'd smile and the horned corners of her lips would rise. And he'd seek life's affirmation between her thighs. She'd stay………'till he died. Contest: Genius or Criminal [Obviuosly, Criminal]
You left me amid a pack of wolves, snarling, baring their teeth... closing in on me. I know they'll tear me apart. As the night grows darker, colder, I hear their menacing howls, and I realize I'm all alone. I know tonight's my last night. I search all around for you, call to you for help, all the while knowing you won't come. I know you can't. But, I fight back I fight the wolves with all I've got, and I emerged the winner. Now, I know I'll live another night.
The hall is night, and my blood is mire Flowing through the waters of my being. My flesh is moist, enveloped, in a freezing fire. I dare not look nor move around, For it is out and no longer bound. My heart drops into my stomach -- It is here. The movements: plotting, sliding… crawling. That is all I hear. I cannot feel myself breathing… Not knowing what to do -- Is it a what, an it, or a who? It fills the hall and jerks when it moves. The hall is night, and my blood is mire Coating the walls in a way most sporadic. And it's all thanks to the Thing from the attic.
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 .
All turned down to the worst as the children lost innocence, as the bums drank their last breath away, as the man eating sharks finding their way, to the over-crowded sandy beaches, as the man turn to the woman and gave her a slap across the face, as the thef steals in the night, as the coward goes behind his loved ones' backs, as the oil lanterns spill over and burn the bridges to salvation and paradise. Something always happens to the good guy, a knife in the back in the midst of dawn, his woman leaving with another man, he dying slowly of cancer, or suffering from intoxication of the blood. Poison. Poison, ravages his body, oh, how could God let such things happen to such a good man? His life work, his social life, his nirvana all destroied, burned away, turned to dust. But with the evil, came the good. Yes with time and time again repeating itself in a circle of time, across the crossed faces, as blue eyed Death smiles and as the girls grin, Everything came into place, Anyway with evil, came the good. Indeed it had came right to his front doorstep.
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
The joy of the pheasant shoot. Getting set for the big event The good folk do their stuff They beat the earth with sticks, do they? With their little dogs so tough They flush those pheasants from the scrub So all can have some fun Killing them with smiling faces As they fire beloved guns. Then as the pheasants in a panic They bolt into the sky Our hero's with their guns in hand Make sure that hundreds die As the air is filled with the cracking sounds As birds fall all around Just so these fools can get there jollies These corpses cover ground. I wonder sometimes if these hero's Have any souls at all That they could get such satisfaction Doing these acts so cruel Sometimes it leaves me speechless At the way folk get their pleasure Killing beauty just for fun Is an ugly kind of leisure. 10 September 2013 @ 1340hrs
My heart, in a slimey slum of a demon pit. Devils, who know me by name, start to taunt. They mock, "funny how your heart can't take a hit." they continue to hackle, "You can't even handle a human girl you want." The visions in my minds eye of my hate for the fallen take whole. Laying bodies in waste, what a mess. Bloody bodies hanging, several demon heads stuck on a spear? No a pole. My evil grin. My other self, "What a shame, all these beautiful bodies and no priest to bless." "Awe!" they echo with a shrill, "but you are there and we are here. What a inconvenient trill." One shallow breath and a deep voice, "You might even be to weak to heal, I bet, it is you, who we could kill." The visions came fast, burning images in my brain. Visions of ripping through demons one in the same. A rational thought; This is what I deal with and I begin to wonder if I am sane. I remember a pastor once telling me, that I am like a wild stalion, far from tame. The vision ends. Communicating to them. "You weak maggot spirits," I grumbled, "you know me by name and outcome." They all start to shake and to one another they mumble. "I am The Omega, I am the end." Evil smirk. "With a thought, past your graves, you I can send." They with draw back into the dark. Back to normal, sitting all alone in the park. I don't have 2 haves of a spirit. I have 2 wholes in one soul. I am more than full. I am way past whole. I have 2 seperate voices, in my mind. Both function and work together. Almost like we are 2 birds of a feather. I can feel him sleeping sometimes. Like present and bearly aware. I wonder if sometimes the opposite is also true? And out of our eyes, it is he, who will stare. It does not worry me, it is just a question. I really don't care. 1 thing good about being 2 of us. I have nothing to fear.
You almost fit with harmony, But almost would be the death of me, You came real close to complimenting my space, But real close would leave me in an empty place, The puzzle piece I can no longer wedge, I made my vow and said my pledge, Later on deep regret would follow, And once again I'd become hollow, You almost fit with ecstasy, But almost would be the death of me. By: Sabina Nicole
BURN AWAY We have all lost our way To see starlight gazers And men with broken hearts, Seeking love in all of the wrong places; Vacant lots, where women all looking for something, But not quite knowing what they look for. We have all lost our way. The only hope of humanity Is the shining sun That breaks through the blinds of my window, And the faint memory of me and her Lying on our backs in a grassy meadow, Holding hands Looked up and counted stars. Cities burn away, Sky, stars, moon, sun all burn away; The grassy meadow Where we once lay, all burns away Everything burns away, Memory and desire and love all burn away With the snap of a finger, and a new man In her own life, And I burn away. A picture of her hung high and praised, A picture of me, in a dark box That collects dust, in some lonesome And dusty, cobweb infested attic. And I burn away with a new day. I burn away. A nightmare that I can't awake from, It is endless and repeats When thoughts of her are all over my mind, I cannot take such nightmarish reality Too see her and smile, And she walks away without a trace Of ever returning. And I cry, And I burn away, The tears wash the fire away, And turn me to ash, The wind picks me up and takes me away. And for one peaceful moment, I do not cry, I do not burn away. For a moment I am happy And I smile, And go away for a while And let them all sleep in peace. -10/2/2013-
Delicately it came rapping upon my front door while I laid down to rest that cold dark night quietly at first then heavy pounding, pounding. An unfamiliar visitor stood waiting for entrance yet even now I know not why I cowered in fear. Ominous fingers of foreboding seized my soul as I prayed the unwelcome guest would depart, even as thunderous pounding, pounding persisted. Minutes lingered and grew into sleepless hours when I arose from my bed nigh three in the morn tumultuous pounding, pounding refusing to end I flung the door open wide to bark my displeasure but was met by a sinister figure upright before me clothed in drab hooded robe, face hidden from view in left hand held a scythe, wood and gleaming steel A voice, more a moan, commands, "It is time to go." "What evil has come to my door?" I questioned. "I am neither evil nor good," the specter replied. "I am -- nothing more nothing less, Death be my name." The scythe quickly raised to inflict one fatal blow I shouted "Wait for one moment, won't you come in?" Arced high at its peak, sharp glimmering blade paused 'til lowered slowly, butt resting again on the floor. The wraith glided slowly across the narrow threshold. I offered Death a seat and a drink, only the seat taken. An aged brandy I sipped while we chatted 'til dawn, me learning about death as Death learned about life. Death: neither man nor woman, lacking heart or soul, feels not emotions of pleasure or grief or hope or despair, yet simply exists, for without life death cannot be. So with new knowledge of Death, a covenant I made. Not ready to leave, in this mortal world I chose to remain.
O How Great It Is... To be alive on this day! Heh, Most unlike you! You're Deader then dead Just like the wooly mammoth, Who's also your dad I'm alive in space! Without a care or worry... I'm forever free. Remember highschool? Well, I haven't forgotten. But you have, my dear You rejected me! But not privately, mind you! No, that'd be too nice... Had to be cruel... You told them all when I asked. And I was left, mocked But space is so kind. Unlike your now burning Earth. Fighting my cyborgs? Sorry for the mess. Death Stars aren't too accurate... They get the job done. Well, England is gone. Your most favorite city. I burned it myself. I'm truly happy Yep, I'm just floating in space. Yes, Yes... I'm damn sure. I do NOT miss you. Or the goddamned earth, either. Just stop guilting me! No... I'm not happy. I'm just alone in deep space. I'm Watching you burn. Please forgive me, miss. I was so jealous, old friend I was just so hurt. I feel terrible. Like I'm Ozymandias Only, I despair.
~ EvIL BlossomS ~ I be a garden nymph of bane My sole purpose, to cause you pain Toil you must within a garden so bright I wreak havoc with delight Something menacing, wicked did I Just in spite to see you cry While you slept I dug a hole I ate the roots in your garden bowl I giggled while I did the deed Knowing how I made you bleed I feed on souls, that is what I take Pleasure is mine while you quake All is lost when I appear All that is left, undeniable fear (evil laugh) Copyright 2014 -------------------------------------- bane : in the archaic meaning of > something, typically poison, that causes death.
Transylvanian Tourist guides show Vlad's castle. Vampires are not real.
Let Me Go! I don't want this anymore! I can't go to sleep at night, all I seem to do is write. Sometimes I read... I read until I finish. When I finally go to sleep, I hear the sound of the alarm "BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" Oh gosh, I can't handle this anymore. I am going crazy here and no one seems to notice it, my dear. I cry myself to sleep. telling myself everything will get better. BUT IT DOESN'T! And I know I mustn't but I want that knife just as much as I want that gun I hate this world and everything about this girl She sings and tries to get attention yet no one gives her the time of day. She falls into the books she reads no one knowing, it is escaping, she pleads. This girl is me, oh but you knew, right? Since all I ever talk about is me! Gosh, can't you see? I'm my enemy! I'm my own nightmare! No one is hurting me! It is me who shouldn't be let free! Lock me up! Kill me! That way I won't harm myself... I'd like it if it was someone else Please, do me the favor and let me go for no one can save this girl from this cruel world.
"Wakey, wakey, sleepy head" the woman's voice was cheerful and playful as she threw a glass of cold water in the unconscious man's face. "Wha, wha, what Happened? Did I fall asleep?" As the man opened his eyes he tried to move but couldn't. Looking around he realized he was in an upright position eagle spread. Each wrist and ankle was shackled, locked, and chained. "I'm not into locks and chains. I'm the one paying for sex you have to do what I want." The man's words were slurred as he looked at the woman. "Poor, poor, little man I'm not a prostitute. I just pose as one on the internet and in the streets. That's how I get pigs like you" said the woman with an evil grin. Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet aka The Brown Philosopher aka Red Seven
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
Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord A statement I'm sure we've all heard at one time Also a very tough one to deal with Vengeance is not ours according to the Bible It's left to faith It's left to the belief that the horrific crimes of others will be dealt with I, myself have a hard time with it I have no choice but to follow it Even if I don't agree with it I would like to believe that evil will be dealt with Or is currently being dealt with on some spiritual level I would feel better If I knew the outcome of the vengeance If I could see the result See the "check" being paid as it were I am having trouble not seeing murderers get what is coming to them I can live without killing them I can deal with them being locked up for life But I want something more than that........................... Say.......... Hard labor? Daily torture? Public caning? Castration? All of the above? Prison is no longer a viable deterrent for the horrific crimes that occur Every year we as a species seem to find new and more grisly ways to murder each other What will this year bring? What will be this year's most shocking death? And who will bring it? The kids? They seem to be the latest thing in absolute shocking carnage Or maybe this will be the year of the female They have been lacking in the body count of 2009 Maybe this will be their year I wonder Do you even really care? Thou shalt not kill It seems that statement has fallen upon deaf ears for quite a long time You know............. If we as a people didn't have religion Evil wouldn't stand a chance The sense of right and wrong Would destroy the evil of man without a thought If you knew you could destroy an evil person and not pay religious consequences would you? Of course you would As most of us would There is no remorse for doing good deeds And taking vengeance upon evil Is noble and just But the rules of religion say we must not The rules say we must rise above it And trust it will be dealt with Keeping the faith it will be done To try and hold this commitment Is in itself God like Which is why most of us fail And fail miserably We want vengeance We want their death We want them to feel our pain Our suffering Our loss Our sorrow Our anger Our hatred Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord And it is because of this statement That we have faith Eric (and sometimes not)
The rush the energy that flowed within. It came through me like a sin. The wind wisped a quiet tone. Even though it had hardly blown. Once again my friend. All alone. But, are we true to it? Have you had enough of it? Heart beats picking up in pace. Dodging trees in some devilish race. But to where? But why? Should I have opened my eyes? Earlier in the night was fine. Not a drip of liquid gold to the ears. Not a sound for the world to hear. But now the growls. The intent to kill. The fear crept up and meant to fill. The soul from within. From the darkness it may begin. The fleeting of the hairs. From no care? From not a single worry in the world. To the stomach twirled. Has my mind played another trick on me? Or is there something I cannot see. Behind the veil of the dark he stood. Staring me down from under his hood. The man was grim. His smile had crept. With one swift motion he bent down and he swept. All of my fears came to reality. I saw you personally, full fledged brutality. Off came my arm, my life force wept. Blood spilled over the leaves below. That ringing kept me sane, Shooting up to look out the window. Still dark. Just a dream. Once again my friend.
Thousands upon thousands strong covered in full battle armament the riders most definately frightening the stench of evil and death abounds for these riders are of another world not the living, but yet the the dead for they dwell in the realm of the in-between. The mounts upon which they ride creatures too most evil and foul throw fear into all they encounter eerie red glows where eyes should be a foul steam emits from nostril and mouth in addition, thunder follows in their advance with lightening around them ever present. With every passing battle they lay claim to more riders with which to further build their army pour souls whose only wish is to pass into the light, a most peaceful death indeed with every ounce of courage they can muster they strive to avoid these riders and their evil with voices rasied unto the heavens, they pray for good to prevail over this un-wordly evil.
Oh bloody and evil Catherine de Medici. The queen has acted impetuously. Thousands have died because of her demands. Witness her red bloodstained hands. A wedding is a time of joy and jubilation. Instead, there is death and devastation. She thought the Huguenots would seek retaliation. It started with an attempted assassination. An attempt was made on Admiral Gaspard de Coligny. He led the Huguenot protestant party. Catherine took some Machiavellian action. She wanted to eradicate this rebellious faction. There had been widespread death throughout the land before. Peace brought an end to civil war. Margaret de Valois had married Henry of Navarre. Once again, hostility permeated the air. Killing spread from Paris to the countryside. In just a few months, thousands had died. No bloodier episode had ever been seen. The culpable party was the evil queen. I thank Wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
When the night comes, and the world is a away, the demons step out, as their corpses decay. Across Will-street, lived a mysterious sinner. A famous voice, whose faintest whisper made the mighty shiver. Her long gold locks, made many a man weak, till he knew her up close, where no one could hear his helpless shriek. Burning lust, disappeared in her embrace, then moving swiftly, dripping blood from her long nails. She was her daddy's girl, people say, till she hit him with a gun. No man could ever escape, the trap of this woman. Courage, don't be weak, don't let your young heart loose. She is waiting till the night birds call, she has her sight on the whole town view. Widows always weep, the young is red meat, when she kills all the sinners, she is the bad woman. When your daddy is cheap, you ought to be weak, but she is not a dying soul, she is Bloodwoman.
Harpy Girl You girl are a harpy. A woman who steals from those with nothing to take. You always find something to harvest. If you robbed a rich man, you'd leave him in debt. How do you do it and why? Becoming the femme fatal injured beach siren. How many ships have you wrecked? Sailors think you're a cheap whore. You target their basic desires. How smart. Not. And when you become the pretty air stewardess lady, no one is safe. You slit the pilot's throat and Jumbo jets fall like shot crows. Only you walk away unscathed. I came across you once. People ask why I'm alive? That's easy. I ran like the wind and am paranoid to hell. I know we'll meet again. Till then dear harpy, the news headlines are full of your work. Death, mayhem, maiming, destruction. Even when you sleep it continues. I wonder if you'll ever get bored of this harpy lifestyle? Take time out to talk to my friend. He's a shrink; the best. Hey, he cured me. But back then, I was sane compared to you, the harpy girl.
The fox gnaws flaking muscle From speechless rabbit, cold In mind and body. Men shiver As bodies dry, spat from river. Rings of globes circle hands Of the thoughtless, so beaten From paths to be told of Him, Waiting until eyes grow dim. Walking among us is plague, Standing above us is but love, These winds will claw our youth While faith entraps this truth. Winter comes but we survive, Breath and bones, colonies thrive.
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
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-
I feel it stirring deep inside Ready for it's chance to come alive I try and try to get away But it's hold on me I can not sway I try to hold the demon deep inside But it's ugly head I can not hide I hope for some peace when I sleep But even there it haunts me It's ripping and tearing my soul apart I know one day it will stop my heart It whispers in my ear It tells me things that I fear It's eating me slowly from inside Just to laugh when I cry I can't chase the demon away So I just sit and wait until the day I fade away......
Alone again as darkness falls, And i'm no longer free shadows imprisoning me I'm no longer clean I hear it now,blasting intense deafening blows Its coming in loud and clear my heartbeat goes and goes That dreaded buzz ringing in my ears it has gotten louder I wonder to myself will it disappear I just did a tiny line Then it became two Before i knew it next i was smoking too. Now finally at the top I am at step three loaded gun in hand she is in my vein feeling the warmth down to my toes I slowly board the train There are no tickets there is not a train there are no bullets Its really not a gun it is a weapon It is all the same and this drug is killing me And Crystal is to blame.
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
Their poetic justice *was blindResurrection's*arms reach for all Whosoever will*welcomes life to gain Love's bride*pain's end of harm no more at all * in awe sectionProse the penalty * for Death's end beast prophet's false*satan the foe dragon devils*demons descend Lapping lake o'fire*burns to no end death hell grave dead*headlong tossed
Saddam. You have no place to run to Your game is over now You have played an evil role indeed But it's over anyhow They say your days are numbered And that judgment day is here What does it feel like, bold Saddam To feel this ice cold fear? The world has deemed to get you Your disposal has been planned As the fear of you it dissipates You have no more command So many though have suffered And many too have died And now the wheel keeps turning round And death walks by your side You're just a man Oh cruel Saddam You bleed and die just like the rest of us And now Saddam Your soul is damned It's been strangled by that power for which you lust For all that you have lusted for You threw away your Soul The Devil filled you deep within And you played an evil role. Now the hordes are out to get you And fear it dog's your tread Saddam, you're damned you evil man And soon you will be dead.
So many travelers in caravans have witnessed eerie sightings of men's bodies torn apart and buried halfway by desert storms. "The sands are cursed by an evil sorcerer, who had a spells book, coated with human skin as a book jacket," some say in trembling whispers. It is said that in the night of a full moon, a beast wakes up from its slumber in the dark dimension, and gets into the desert, changing human blood to diamonds. It is a cross-breed of a lion and serpent; only the daylight it fears. A prize has been put on the monster's head, but only the bravest assassins are daring to lead their souls to the darkest of the dark. A roar is all the desert's visitors hear, filling their souls with fear.
The front seat of my car lies a skeleton Sitting there waiting on me to come inside Red glowing eyes looking like a fire beacon He laughed at me when I saw him, I sure cried All around the car are jack-o-lantern heads So very evil they are the dark undead Powers of these pumpkins brought alive these bones Waiting on me to come, fearfully alone Russell Sivey
...Somewhere... Somewhere in this long run i lost you, I lost you among the crowd,among the thousands, Not so easy to forget,not so easy to recover. I believed in faith and thus i fear, No more strenght,only hopes lies somewhere. Somewhere at some point of life,i gonna meet myself, Somewhere at some point,i will meet my faith. No more pain,i gonna lie on the ground, With my shinning eyes,looking at stars. Dreams will come true;dream to touch the sky. Somewhere my eyes will stop blinking, Somewhere my heart will say my love, Never to cry,never to weaken myself. And somewhere i will find my answers, Answer to the thousand questions that has arisen. In the morning,i gonna be fresh,ready to start the journey.
A gift of survival bag with goods and food Thanks to the God you offered to my hand In the competitive queue I came forward I was registered, when the name is called Nobody knows but somebody knows That all are poor and world in refugees Mixed colors and different tongues are noised While all are paying attention to each of names Men women indifferent and some with kids Hope of interests is something hidden smiles Trying to overtake before the time comes But the frame of church flexible rule shows With my bag and my friend I came out He reminded me that I did not find out Variety of food we carefully sorted out Expiry dates elapsed and I was going out In a day or two, if I will not finish Nothing will happen I know its truth I ate for the day as much as fresh Thank to the God that it is the truth While ships of foods are being destroyed into the sea Uncountable lives suffer and die no meal for a day No one knows one side of the world of sea Sinking soul of humanity dwindles every day What the God can do, the God does as much as Changes the time and diverts the way he wishes Until the products are passed away in markets It's out of the rule and ethics no power for Gods I felt a self pity when my belly was full out Thank to the god of justice shows out Nausea for one is a hunger for the other Balance of bridge is the survival of mother Udaya R. Tennakoon
World Bleeders (#777 words) If you claim to be sane in this crazy whirled we live I pity the world in your domain in that you forget to forgive I think your normal is abnormal You must be one of the takers not the One's that give Maybe you're one of the fakers that live comfortably in a lie Maybe you're one of the shakers not afraid to roll another die Maybe you think you're one of the makers without having to try You have others do as you will You love to make them cry You've assigned yourself to the breakers the bankers and self-appointed high for annihilation in the illuminated fire Resurrected in a body for hire A true holocaust The Soul is outsourced to the Archontic principal and the psychopathic Bull Mad as a hatter Too much Mercury in your brain has broken through the membrane You burnt the messenger that had a swift cure for your pain You're historically insane You designed your new casket to survive after the pyre It fits your godlike desire to outlive the last creator of heaven and hell The Great dictator behind the face you dwell It's all in your head that's lost in space You're the naked king not the ruler of the awakened human race Your master is weakening Your plans are known Your days are numbered on this Earthly throne Your wars will not win Your battles will be lost Humanity has suffered too long along the lines that you have crossed You fail to wholly understand Your left brain receives and makes the demands to Be-keeper of the Rite that assumes command Darkness over light You want the hive in your hand to extract all the honey Only you can transfer the raw gold into money and set a price beyond the reach of the deepest wells You seal your darkened spells in sacrificial red blood and wax From the micro to the macro you set the rate of in-come tax upon every single unit of measure You claim each traded name as your personal treasure to buy or sell as you proclaim Crashing stocks and shifting shame Rewinding clocks to fool and blame the one that's lost in time Forever leaning back and fore Not balanced along the wavy line alike spiral chakras resonating a sine from root to tip along the spine but not connected to Earth or skies Beyond worship of the witness Moon Saturn plays your tune The old man of time will come for you soon just as You have willed Fashioned from the blood you spilled on sacred ground The buried bodies will be found You will get what you deserve in the final round Beyond the courts of Law are accountants keeping score You could have been part of the whole You chose to be the whore You could have given back what you stole but wanted to prophet from the score Painted a Red Star above your door Each choice that you make either exacerbates or exaggerates the mistake Turning water into ice for you to rule a frozen paradise and rape the feminized Son through the Djinn in your genes You host the obscene Still burning your skin in the Light You hide behind sun screens The most affected are the unclean primitive reptilian-brained Being Hidden at the top of the unseen below ground Much more has been hidden than declared or found Buried so deep underground it traps the sight and sound The rumors fly around like sprayed-on mud across the whole scene They say the copper in their blood makes it blue/green Manufactured super-soldiers Part human Part hybrid Part psychic machine Someone's terror nightmare is someone else's dream Frequency modifications intensify the silent scream that so few people hear Is someone other than Me reside unseen in here Is there anybody out there Slip and slide induced fear Manufactured and produced to make the precious juice that powers the parasitic rider Who takes the spark from him and her through unguarded portals the siphon is Set The Python of Horus when the Hawk's eyes meet and amplify the chorus with an electro-magnetic reaction that powers the craft created from forced intention beyond your mind through an angled shaft Home of the Dog-gods and the worshipped Cat before the destruction of Tiamat engendered the demise from flaming objects in blood red skies All innocence dies Only the Soulless vampire survives on the victims last breath Only the anti-creator thrives on imaginations final death. David.N.Moule/Verso
Have no fellowship with unfruitful dark black moors cold zephyr for now truth does spark a fire within the heart run far black dogs truth defeats feeds seething flesh to the hogs Lord punishes high ones coven's of death trumpet of God host angels with one breath though they all gather for the last battle shiver satan for your own death rattles it will not stand serpents cast into fire Liars bewitch death's end a molten mire So beware their snares the child only sleeps those who mutter and peep your sorceries keep as for me I know you have no keys so cry my King cometh God's Word upon his thigh - Based upon Erlking, Der Erlkönig and his supernatural death
Osama bin Laden, vile hated man cause of sheer terror and inhumane death, as payment for devising evil plan, lost the right his wicked life be saveth. He had been judged too evil to have breath. May no more monsters arise in his place. There is no room for them in human race.
Fire and smoke, and ashes of black. The tale only told, On a white marble plaque. Destruction, distraughtion, never foretold. Til this day, by a knight, So brave, and so bold. A camp, set a light, and burnt to the ground, By an evil, so dark, Set homeward bound. They met on a Friday, and agreed to a fight. Both ready, and armed, It would start at midnight. Stood in a circle, that was drawn on the floor. Facing each other, Audience cheering for gore. A bang of the gong, and the battle began. The knight gave one hit, And the evil man ran. Archers took aim, and fired their load. The knight turned away, And into the sunset, he rode. Now I ask you, dear princess, can I be your prince? Don't you see, I'm the knight, Have been ever since.
Such disrespect has plagued my home. I was treated Like a toothless comb. Brother has told me I am not a man, But I walked away Before anything began. He laughed and laughed While I hung my head, So I turned around To fight him instead. I took a shot At his evil smile. He moved. I missed By near a mile. More laughing As he threw me down & stomped my face Into the ground. A funny feeling Grew in my heart, Like fungus in darkness. I fell apart. Something inside Has gone berserk. This funny feeling Forced a smirk. I found joy In hitting him back. I began to laugh With each attack. Then I took him By his throat, Putting an end To how he'd gloat. I took his knife & swung it near. I made the blade Disappear. Playing peek-a-boo Was never so fun. He shouldn't breathe. He couldn't run. My kind kin, Freedom is near. Only my sin May murder your drear.
Here I behold my shadow, And it stares back at my horror Giggling up at my very cold soul- I seize fright, I take flight There I peep through the mirror, And panic at the radial terror The eyes, the wrinkles, the color- Where is death; there should be no morrow! Before me lies my photo, once discarded afar from aversion How did it return to my parlor? Who pierced its eyes, X-ed the forehead? Then I behold my Cadaver In the red casket, sweat on its brow- What crime soils my hands? Is there no peace even in Death? In disgust I turn away-to flee But - the toll of bells - hollow knells- Then from behind echoes a hoarse shriek I recoil to behold that cold cadaver Stagger from its doomed red casket and with its mouldy hand, blackened by damnation, Reach for my poor soul Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!
On the banks of the River Sticks I stand and stare With my skin so open and bare In a line formed of lost time I stand on the banks of the River Sticks Wondering why the fog is now so thick Reaching closer the hand of death And feeling his cold harsh killing breath On the banks of the River Sticks Lined up in rows of six Crossing over to the other side No place to run or hide Hope to god he spares you skin But only if you did not sin On the banks of the River Sticks All eternity feeling sick My body sleeps forever to come But my soul is crushed by death's strong thumb On the banks of the river sticks
Death and destruction plagues my land , Humanity has fallen , into the reaper's hands, All light on earth vanished in almost an instant, The will of man robbed , hope purged in a single moment, Evil dances with chaos amidst man's suffering, The devil's spawns torment and maim the living, Allowing mankind no opportunity for healing, For the dreaded apocalypse is here , Soldiers with blackened souls spread fear, Their wills dominate , and all who oppose fall to their spears Desolation has claimed all in its path, The beast rejoices the end of humanity with a piercing laugh, Champions of Light lie defeated and fallen, Their minds engulfed with despair as darkness claims their souls, As the apocalypse concludes its hellish campaign, No sounds of life are heard , let darkness reign.
Four shootings took place just five minutes after I left Minnis Downhome Pharmacy. If I had been there for another five minutes, one of the victims would've been me. Two of the victims were killed and two are still alive. I hope and pray that those two ladies survive. Jason Bryan Holt was the one who caused the devastation. He was apprehended before he could even leave Bean Station. This proves that the world is lost because the killer was a former cop. It's very sad and tragic that these senseless shootings couldn't be stopped. He shot them after stealing a lot of Oxycontin. These shootings were both terrifying and rotten. These poor people are in my prayers. I hope that the killer gets the chair. (Dedicated to Stephen Lovell, Richard Sommerville, Alexia Wilson and Janet Clift who were shot on May 23, 2013.)
Look around you See the faces surrounding you All with different uses and tasks to do What if it'll be your last view? A bitter truth no one reviews No matter how long we stay, the end will definitely come knocking A time to really have all the rest you'll ever need Being alone with your deeds and virtue Whether the good or evil Alone and awaiting judgement People singing melodious songs They tell you what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, Blatant lie, cause what doesn't kill you wasn't meant to kill you. We wonder and ponder But at the end, all they do is lauder. Not knowing death is like thunder Striking and leaving a donga Leaving us in confusion Live life as a traveller, but take only what you'll need along the way. Funny how when you die they start listening A journey worth taking for those who know. Tell me, are you not willing to go? For more? For all the bounties and all the grace All the sights, smells and the tastes Will be forgotten without a trace As if frozen in time and space When you see his face. You asked for mercy, that he gave. Death, the undisputed slave. We come making everyone happy, then leave making them sad. Why are we here in the first place, if this is how we gotta go?
The lonely woman walks through the graveyard She feels like she's within a crazy ward Skeletons rise, frighten her completely She thinks she chose her way incorrectly Zombies come to her looking for fresh food She fears this event is not looking good She hears dark noises coming from the sky Then she sees witches flying way up high Just before the skeletons grab her neck She screams at all the ghosts that call and beck They converge at once to tear her apart Just orange is what she sees at this part Pain envelopes her as she finds her soul It's ripped out of her, she now sees their goal Russell Sivey
I have stopped dreaming about the dilapidating person, And began to open the vital eyes of the forlorn reality, Yet, if you observe the time's dimension in milliseconds Then you would realise the existence of dark shadows, Lurking to fish ancient chaste villages for Today's Special*, Headlines switching from the wasteland to the desert, As if a show screening for the mindless masses of meat**, No sense of life! And copious shadows still hunt puppets out of souls. I have stopped dreaming about the pristine person As I observed the wilderness in the city of Deer AlZoor, Smiles did flourish in the small villages along the river, Until the putrid puppets placed their powerful*** hands On the soon-to-disappear persons of joy and glory, The puppet's contaminated minds removing all hope, A move towards ethnic cleansing was just the start, No sense of life! And the shadows plan on barricading the city of Dar'a. Sunday, 28th of September 2014 * metaphor for trying to find new ways to kill people ** consonance alliteration 'm' and meat is a metaphor for persons *** consonance alliteration 'p' and there are many more :P
Knight after knight, Swords against swords, Blood flows on the soil for the vengeance of souls. Knight after knight, Swords against swords, Hear the woes of men seeking for home. Knight after knight, Swords against swords, Revenge calls no end for it resurrects the horned. Silent hearts will boil, Men will fight on thorns Until He descends; there will be no more knights with swords.
Winter never surrenders, It ploughs through the soul And freezes the people. For all time its fierce fangs Inject bitter venom Into its victims. Some fall prey of a sudden Trapped beneath the surface Of the ice. Others fall asleep, Unable to fight any longer. Still some brave the bite For the sake of others In order to help them Safely return to spring. Spring endures, But winter conquers, Such is life they say, Though they wish It differently.
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.
Never make deals with devils or run from them fight tooth and nail strike the root kill the stem who rides Dark wooden trails poet's wild hunt crossing paths light shatter the cold front riding a goat, great red beard with goat's hooves evil's king many cloven slippers behooves storm of lies hold truth as bosom's bride showing as angel of light but death hides Beneath the willows of time in alder realms dark past under the flowering wicker's elm night rituals try to reclaim what is not theirs hounds run devil-may-care Harlequins dare krampus jolly olé nick Binding birch whip eight legged lies bloody tongue does drip * - based upon Erlking, Der Erlkönig and his supernatural death
LORD! We will be blessed with a heaven, Where fountains of milk and honey will run! Where no pain and tears will darken! Where on desire, everything will be won! Only around pleasure and beauty, but fear none! Forever on, will dwell there immortally, yes unforgotten! O Lord, but, I should adore this framed heaven, These captive minds overlook a blessing; it's a notion, Ah this another life will free the soul from this dreading ocean, Where Fright of loss of a beloved won't haunt me like a demon, Where night won't terrorize my soul of any misfortune, Oh yes there would my soul rest with no fear frozen, Will wear a smile when this disquieting concern will be abandon, I say only this peace of heaven will make my heaven …heaven
Down by the forest's edge at night she dances as her auburn hair wildly glows Then she steps out into the pale moon light, so the night creatures can see the show. Tiny Fairies quietly watch as she brings her steaming cauldron to a boil Spirits cry and then the bell she rings as she whisper her chant of toil. Misty fog the woods it does grace as she is sealing in the circle with salt. The fire's glow lights up her intense face but let not Ye be caught. Even the wise old owl says not a word a frog's eyes, a bat and a dead man's bones A few roots, a newt and a wing of a bird a rumbling sound and a lot of groans. From the ground her dead lover he does rise welcoming him with such passion and a kiss For each time her soul is filled with sweet surprise for the one she has missed.
I think this Footman likes to snicker, and the human situation is the kicker, when one becomes sicker and sicker, and it's one's time to die and cry for one's soul. Prufrock's point is well-taken and understood for the Footman is an end of life reality who is the "King of Finality" and doesn't care while seeking mankind's banal end, since Man is really small potatoes in the Universe's great and grand pecking order. I think that I shall not want to meet this Bamboozler, at least this would be my choice, if I really had one. I doubt that I, like others, could ever be like Lazarus. The Footman presents us all with a one-way ticket to what awaits mankind beyond the pale of death! And so we all await the end of our finite time as measured in grains of sand and the clock on the wall; waiting for the day and time of our final departure, and hoping not to hear the scornful snicker, snicker of the Prufrock's Eternal Footman! Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (July 17, 2014)
The cries in the night as you shed your tears, Nobody to console and hear your fears, The nightmares as the take control, Now I shall show you my other face, Let the nightmares take your peace, Let the damnation steal your joy, There is nothing left for you There was never anything here for you Death is a note, thats beauty is black, As the fire inside let it burn you alive, Death is friend that will take your pain, Let your pain fester, and infect, Do what you wish before I interject, Death is brother who needs your love, The Funeral Pyres burn your soul. Welcome to world where damnation reigns, We all will die someday, And Death will one day rule us all, its inevitable why try to hide, Never to be loved to never to love, Death is a note, A note that rules you
I hated myself. I hate myself I am hating myself. Torture. Is what I do to myself at 2:33am when I'm thinking about how much of a waste I've become, am becoming and how I think, think about how no difference will be made if I was not here. Walking, talking, eating, breathing, living. Just take it all away - it turns me upside down, inside out when I can't stop those wheels from turning in my head; they never stop - like some unstoppable tape record playing in my head- over and over and over again. I don't sleep to good. Maybe it's the way I say your name at that present moment in time and my mind automatically swells with Nostalgia. Or maybe it's the way I always think of your pretty big eyes that are the perfect shade of brown in the midst of my sorrows. We once shared those. But now they're just unequally balanced upon my shoulders, wreaking havoc in the last of the ruins that have been provided. Oh look what I've gone and done. I wanted to be alone not lonely. I hate myself for what I have done to myself Sadness is what I have become, Consumed me in a way that is not visible to the naked eye- so only I can see. It hits me at any given time of day - it slams against the mental capacity I have for the self loathing I have assimilated throughout my tiresome life. All the self regret and self deprecation that has surfed through my mind during those lonely nights I laid there motionless and bitter have finally come and took over. My mind, body and soul. My troublesome inner demons taunt me. We are no longer shy acquaintances, we are the best of friends who spend each passing hour of the day together. I don't want to live this way. Nor do I want to die this way, I'm entitled to spend the days of my life as openly and freely as I please but I still have sinking feeling - this clawing sensation, drawing me back to my sadness. Like a heroin junkie high as a kite - I'm addicted. And I don't know how. I'm addicted to my sadness and there's no cure for that. I have to go now. I have to cease this sharp self afflicted pain, With the only way I know best. There is a saying that says, Destroy Anything That Destroys You So I did.
about who does or not does in literature we meet so many dogs barking dogs biting dogs all kinds of dogs some with pedigree and those collars with shiny medallions or stray dogs for which leash is their salvation and their freedom has the effect of a yelping… for whom saw Hitchhiker's Guide intergalactic they know rezistance is useless! for others it can be a mouse literature. white one sitting quietly in the closet and nibbling on paper shelves. what's behind the paper does not matter it could be a trap and literature not possibly be a rat no!? I do not know what is about with all the literature lately But sure it's not the girl in the fourth grade that girl who runs and her panties always fall or her teacher's fault? finally [I pray] rezistance is useless could be hell on earth
The Tidal Wave I saw a tidal wave come in, Raging winds and fierce water Rushed, Took the houses, cars, trees, Street signs, park benches, Pictures of loved ones (Poor baby Louie, 3 years old washed away) And along with all the power It tore my heart out of my cage And swept it out to the Endless seas, And the great white sharks Have their way with my heart. Now bleeding and dying, Pain follows me, And I close my eyes, And wish it all to be done. Pray for me, I want pain no more. See tears fall from the corners of my eyes, As I breathe in and feel no heartbeat. And they all look at me, Faces of nomads and they snicker At me, I hang my head and cry tears, But the tears were washed Away in the tidal wave, So I sit there, Eyes closed And I sleep the night away. -10/2/2013-
Opposition is the essence of extremes Love, Hate Without one the other loses meaning. But Extremes defy boundaries Pleasure, Pain Where does one stop and the other begin? Relativity loses its fragile meaning without extremes. Life, Death. Dieing young, Living Beyond your time. Extremes lead each to the other without attracting each other Creation, Destruction. There is nothing without extremes. Yet real extremes themselves do not exist. Infinity, Nothing. Our being lies somewhere in the between of extremes. God, Reality. Our soul is described by Extremes? Peaceful, Tormented Remembered, Forgotten. Blessed, Damned. Our spirit is defined by Extremes? Boundless, One
Your advisory pursues the light Like a beast that hunts in the night Even after he has been fed This animal won't stop unless he's dead. The race is fixed the tackle is set The bangle tiger will cause him regret. BY: Sabina Nicole
If I place the demons on a star, And watch how faint their shimmers are, The lines connecting, one through five, Should make my dead friends come alive
In Desolation She Stands She stands in desolation her life a vile desecration dying victims stink her perfume sacrifice and pain fill up her room Hate and sin her sole wish madness sits in her left hand blackened blood covers each breast she tortures , her victims never rest Scars lace around her eyes dark hair flows with contempt pain invades with her loud cry she laughs as innocent children die Eyes have seen such misery ripping living bodies apart her lusting flesh the fatal lure in her web, death is the only cure Courageous victims fight back with fury at being so deceived she guts them with renewed delight as evil eyes watch the scene at night She stand desolate awaiting her nightly feast smell of rotten flesh in her teeth her foot-claws anchored in hell beneath She stands defiant lusting for putrid blood screams exciting her rancid ardor as she slashes deeper and harder Valiant heroes are her prey she that shuns light of bright day greater their fame more she glows bloody ripping apart sells her shows None stopped her blood lust every night-feast a new victim dies even courage lacks the deep power to defeat, to end forever her darkest hour She desires ever bigger feasts as she increases her lusting traps putrid blood and rotten flesh stain her songs of misery, torture and pain She stands engulfed in the vile darkness eating the rotting remains of her prey powerful monster so, so very afraid of the purifying light that loving God made! Robert Lindley Nov, 16th, 1974 How about a dark one? Long ago I did a few dozen of these, most were destroyed in fire. This was one of those that was not in that stolen group destroyed by a vengeful she-devil. And rightly so because she was the inspiration for much of it! Only fitting that she could not destroy this one.. I hope you lovers of dark poetry may enjoy this write!
Rage is in me it's alive It's like a beast tearing from inside The beast is me it's time to die I am fighting to survive The beast haunts me in my dreams it's in the shadows taunting me He is tearing me apart it has hollowed out my heart My voice is screaming in my head it does no good for I soon will be dead Vengeance is tasteful it raises it's head It's eyes are yellow and full of the dead I am falling and there is no end The time now has come for me to part It has ripped out my lonely heart Down and down and down I go at least i got to keep my soul....
In a dark, dark room, an eerie aura sorrounds; deathly whispers crawl in the air, sounding like incantations. A sarcophagus lays still in the room, whispers oozing out of it; no one knows that the sarcophagus is a portal to the Underworld, where Anubis and his cohorts reign. Only the Book of Ra; its jacket containing the symbol of the Scarab Beatle, that can chase away the whispers, and curses from the whispers. The evil dead continue to be undead, 'til when the Destined One finds Ra's Book, and chants the verses that he sees.......
On an eerie and foggy Halloween night A couple enters a dark graveyard with fear Hearing noises of a ritual tonight Knowing that demons and skeletons are near A sacrifice of a virgin is their goal The demons hearts are really black as coal Raising the fierce zombies up, they do attack The couple turns and runs never to look back Russell Sivey, Form: Rispetto The eerie fog is even denser now; Our couple wander, praying to get home, But find themselves inside a wizard's lair; He's chanting from a heavy, dusty tome. He raises rotting corpses, smelling foul; They grab the couple, bite and tear to kill; Our heroes die, then hear the wizard's voice, And rise to serve him too, against their will. Jack Horne, Form: Rhyming verse Contest: New Contest Team Work Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton 9/1/2013
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...
this is for all the DECENT ladies out there... i dont know about you, but im sick of being second choice to skeezy women i dont know about you, but when i have a boyfriend i just get sick of livin i dont know about you, but i know about me and this girl here,shes sick of the pleas sick of the bullshit, sick of the crap sick of all the "friends" who talk behind my back sick of it all, sick of everything and with this feeling, positive im supposed to bring? im sick of being told "its my outlook on life" youre so negative, you make your own strife i dont know about you, but its not MY atatood it all the ugliness in this sick twisted world and i dont know about you, but im fed up i dont about you but i give up i dont know about you, but im done feeling the way i do and i dont know about you, but then again i think i do you pick yourself apart, about all your flaws and when they cheat and lie, it just instills that further,its a law i dont know about you, but i think i do you're the girl, much like myself with a good heart and a bad sense of health build us up, tear us down i dont know about you, but i really think i am going crazy i dont know about you, but i think theyre all lazy too lazy to try, too lazy to care too lazy to give a shit, but the energy shows up when in satans lair no more loyalty, to get kicked in the teeth no more "friends" who just make you weep no more crap, and no more forgiving no more forgetting and NO MORE RE LIVING. im not settling, i have enough of "so-so" to last my whole life and i dont know about you girls, but it ends tonight. we stop picking ourselves apart, we stop blaming ourselves we stop thinking our little "flaws" ar why they did this when its about someone else its about them, the people they choose to be around and quite frankly, before id be around THEM id be buried in the ground. alive. yes i hate them that much and i dont know about you, but i have had enough i wont blame myself, when skeezy outdoes classy i wont blame myself for the hilariously tacky things i see, on a daily basis and i dont know about you but i too, can fake it. see its harder for me,to be mean like you all are im not built that way, and being mean hurts my heart so no i cant do the revenge thing but what i can do is protect myself again i dont know about you, but its long overdue i DO know about you...because i AM you. you are not alone.
"What do we have here" reaching her arm out in the motion of a snake Linda became sexually aroused. "We have a hammer, scalpel, acid, nail gun, and and an ice pick". Linda's voice was filled with excitement. Pissing himself their victim began to cry. "Linda this is your victim so you have to inflict the first wound". Responding to Rusty's words Linda picked up the nail gun. "Linda you don't have to do this, I have kids that I provide for, My name is Timothy Yates, I have a wife". Linda silenced Timothy with a swift kick to his testicles. "Look Rusty it actually think we care about it's pathetic little life". Placing the muzzle of the nail gun on Timothy's foot Linda pulled the trigger. Firing a hard sharp nail into Timothy's foot. Blood squirted into the air. "AAARRRGGHH LINDA PLEASE STOP!" Timothy's screams and begging for his life only made Linda even more excited and hornier. Walking over to Rusty kissing him on the lips sliding her tongue in his mouth. "It's your turn baby". Handing Rusty the nail gun Linda stepped back and shoved her hands in her pants. Walking over to Timothy Rusty began to beat Timothy in the face with the nail gun. The more Rusty beat Timothy in the face with the nail gun the harder Linda masturbated. Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet aka Red Seven
Centuries of lies, a hollow myth Perpetuated by charlatans with great ceremony The Greatest Show, the living bread The crowd sustained and animated by necromancy The will is fused, the body dismembered and reassembled Eager dehumanization, they tread the path An ancient instinct, hereditary chains Lift the chalice, a cannibal rite Commit the body to the fires They burn all sin to purest white Like bones they glisten in the sun The heart is woman, a harlot's course Chaos bound to ritual law A book to strangle, the human vine Withered fruit, none shall eat A brittle parody of True God's design The Word of sufferance, spread like plague Prostrated before your False God An empty gesture before his impassive gaze Power channels, below the surface Christian mind cannot detect Stabbing empty, fever pitch Turn the blade, release is now.
As daylight gives way to the darkness of night, the immortal one comes out to play. A shadowed figure gloomy and sinister, slowly nears it's chosen prey. Huddled in cloak with hands outstretched, a pale blood drinker ready to snatch. Victim's cries muffled by one bony hand, as fangs descend onto a delicate neck. Seeking the vein which gifts it with life. Intimately held in place, as victim struggles against a nightly predator. Piercing warm skin, with vampire eyes dark and fathomless gleaming. Tearing into mortal flesh, let the drinking begin.
They say it did not happen That we did not really see The horror's and the sadness That the Holocaust would be They say it's just not true That there was never any plan To kill every boy and girl, woman and Jewish man They say they were simply, casualties of a violent war But the proof is there for us to see In what they had in store There are pictures of the death camps Of the survivors thin and pale Of the ovens that were fired And the smell of death so stale In the mass graves that littered the land In the experiments that they documented so freely In the letters from loved ones, long gone In the asset's seized And to the victor went the spoils As the Jewish people died, staved and toiled In the concentration camps With names we should always keep in mind Auschwitz Belzec Bergen-Belsen Buchanwald Chelmno Dachau Flossenburg Majdanek Mauthausen and Gusen Ravesbruk Sachsenhausen Sobibor and Treblinka Like letters of the alphabet Should be stored in memory for all time Yes, they try to say it was not real That it was all a lie That six million Jewish people did not really die But the simple truth lies waiting for the world to find So remember our history Pass it down your family line Our children now so far removed from these tragic times Need to have reminders To ensure that they don't develop blinders To the evil that filled the land And of the dictator Hitler with all his mass destruction plans Yes, it did happen No matter what they do or say History can never be erased As long as we remember it that way So for all the lives and families that the Holocaust destroyed We must continue to remember the suffering and the pain So we can be prepared should such evil call on us again Lest we forget And others will die As evil is the only thing that could tell such a lie!
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
Tell me that you think I'm Special, While I'm hog-tied to the trestles As I await the train to crush my pain- Too many Demons have I wrestled!
Death decay dismay twist the mind honour bright open truth
Murder will approach in the midnight Death watches the scene with spite a dark shade runs over the walls towards a woman who stands in the hall she barely has a chance to scream before a bloodbath fills the scene then the shadow walks away crimson trailing in it's path and in the darkness you hear the sound of a shrill cackling laugh Death then picks up his sythe Gets ready to reap the soul unseen in the darkness hidden as a whole Murder has approached in the midnight Death collected his toll Of the unknowing victom whom he has reaped of a soul
Chemical Fire Burn baby and give me some sulphuric hydrochloric acid smoke, your fire gives me toasted tiktox and crisps me up nicely. Boom goes the roof when 55 gallon drums go flying and it's all ballistic. The money shot is when the boss's office goes up like a frigging rocket. He was sat at his desk and went to the moon. Chemical Ali won't be coming back anytime soon. Question is where is his ten million dollar profit? Was it hidden in an empty oil drum on a pallet of dangerous chemicals? All the factory is ablaze, three workers died and two were injured. They should have got blood money for working there, no risk to life was greater and no boss more meaner. As flames reach a hundred feet and smoke a mile in the sky, hindsight is way too late.
Rain, rain fall all day Ill just be here regretting my fate Step 1 to 5 for more to come I'm just here dancing with the devil all day long With some crazy song But i'm all done here There no reason to fear Is all on me I'm the one that dancing with the devil here, not you at least...
Three pumpkins, just sitting there, are lit up Seemingly harmless to many children But far from the happy pumpkins they seem The pumpkins take more than what is given These black evil pumpkins stay on porches Looking quite innocent with their calm eyes But deep inside are the souls of witches Awaiting children that come in disguise Then with her spells she converts them to frogs And in the process steals their souls this way Laughing can be heard inside the pumpkins Striking fear into all the frogs that run away Many children are lost in the pumpkins Remaining tortured souls of the old witch Her dark power grows with each soul she takes Again Halloween goes without a hitch Russell Sivey
As from darkness turned to the light now dwelling in what is made right Steps must be made you as He harkens turned to the light As from darkness * Walking into the day fears are conquered a fearful sight how bright so much stronger More fearful is shivering in the cold way Fears are conquered walking into the day * It is forever alone a line is drawn A choice that is yours as the pain suffers on with blackened wings death comes to each his own A line is drawn it is forever alone * Unless you embrace true love you must stay as in darkness blinded by satan's dismay or walk into Jesus and fly like the dove You must stay unless you embrace true love
Shall I pass the phantom's test? Find solace and peace in the belly of my bed? I will not fear the darkness Black as ravens head Nor the shadows that watch and wait While I nestle in my bed No longer fear the cold breath, winter chill Or the whispers of death and ill will My fears, blooming as beauty of youth From where are their roots?
Because evil lies before us Death is near Good is running away Evil is mankind and good is the superior being Death is near Life is absent Evil is mankind and good is the superior being But why does he run? Life is absent Good is running away But why does he run? Because evil lies before us
When I reached the surface I could smell their fear From the depths of my dark they could sense I'm near Their azure blue skies turned to darken sulky clouds My cawing cacophony of followers, voiced their loud Oh what pleasure it gave me knowing they'd find my goal The darkened seeker sought, the last angel on their scrolls Commotion, confusion abounded, taken to me was she Silence was heard in her wings, now kneeling in front of me Eyes of solemn righteous, now attract this leader of dark As I stare into her pearly white, she views my wanting stark To me now close in touch, thunderous clouds applaud my caress Lightning strikes as I enter her world, in fall, her wings undress Defrocked, taken forsaken, an incredible darkness now descends Such power will emit when I surface again, can any race contend <*>
Reunited At Paradise Gate Hands of leather hold crying child gentle touch, soothing , O' so mild Widowed mother , hard life going past food and water gone, can not last War and famine take a heavy toll on frail mother and very young soul Flown past are the blasts of guns fields rot with so many dead sons Hands of leather losing tender grip another soul sent on heavenly trip Crying child sleeps in peaceful calm no more murders, bullets and bombs Two hearts reunite at Paradise gate early demise , victims of wartime fate! Robert J. Lindley, 08-11-2014
Will I go with the beast Or will I strangle it Just to go and drop the hint Openness escapes me The devil is in my arms May I beat him down With my souls essence A dynasty is within me A gross of pelicans lift me Taking me highly above To where Satan cannot find me I shall conquer the essence Of horrid and painful evil That envelops my very being Should destroy it all And bring my soul higher Or shall I stay in horror With each day deflating me I will succeed in success And my soul with fly Love will defeat all death The harmonious realm bends Moves to my joyful will Luck isn't the life force Hope and faith and Love Bring me to victory Slamming the end of time Into nothingness The story rings true now And peace is in my heart And love is the focal point And is the center of my existence For all time, forever Russell Sivey
I am the gray, damp, muted mist which slides Between the large, carved, marble marker stones; Alone they sit like weighted, gargoyle brides Above the dried-white, brittle, lambent bones, Now dead and silenced for iniquities. I glide inside the dance of death each night As wasted graves belch loud obscenities To rage against the blaze of righteous light. I am but smoke within a wicked wind But stand as witness to this brutal truth: The black of death ends not the pain of sin For evil preys on pulsing blood of youth And once possessed these young ones will be made A matrix of malevolence 'till death; Though even then no evil bows to fade Benignly, with death's rattled rales of breath. Do not take lightly words that I now speak; Great evil thrives when human will is weak.
Walking over to Timothy Rusty began to beat Timothy in the face with the nail gun. The more Rusty beat Timothy in the face with the nail gun the harder Linda masturbated. Placing the nail gun back on the push cart Rusty grabbed the jar filled with acid. "Timothy you're in a world of hurt". Pouring some acid slowly on Timothy's other foot. Rusty smiled as the smell of burning flesh crept into his nostrils. "AAARRGGGHH MR. LOCKLEAR PLEASE DON'T KILL ME SIR. I BEG YOU MR. LOCKEAR PLEASE DON'T KILL ME". Looking back at Linda Rusty was thrilled to see her getting off on her victim's agony. High on the smell of burning flesh Rusty floated over to Linda. Pulling Linda's hand out of her pants he sucked and licked her juices off her fingers. "How do I taste?" "As sweet as honey. It's your turn again". Grabbing the scalpel off the push cart Linda slashed Timothy's left thigh. Like water from a water hose blood sprayed through the air. "W,w,w,why are the two of you doing this to me?" "Because it's fun Timothy and people like you make me sick". Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet aka The Brown Philosopher aka Red Seven
A Young Man Lost Written: by Tom Wright 9/13/99 Between Birth & Death, Lay his undetermined amount of time. He assumed that he had plenty, But in reality, he had little. While he was considered young He lived not to be old. As he attempted to make fools of others He became a fool himself. Because, at other's expense, he desired to be big, He became small. Friends, buddies, and acquaintances, he had them all. Now he is known by none. For always relishing the limelight, His reward, total darkness. It was here, while endeavoring always to be first, He ended up last. While a good time was bought, For he was young, his soul he sold. Because time for Jesus, was not found, He became eternally lost. With no treasures laid up in Heaven He has made his bed in Hell.
My words are put together with no restrain. I am still standing tall in this pool of pain. Patiently waiting for DEATH to call my name. Because if I died today or tomorrow it's all the same. Pulse raising pain is flowing through my veins. heading to my brain it's getting harder to contain. My soul is fading away heart cold and gray. Life style POSTAL I am EVIL prey. Don't pray for me mom I am beyond save. because my path to hell has already been pave. So now I am dodging death won't even close my eyes. Why am I still alive? Is it because I am curse with pride? Or is it because my soul is frozen in time? So each day my heart cries because I am surrounded by lies. Consumed with EVIL my life can not be revise. Credits saying that my life choices are cold and despise. But I am a star heart still cover with scars. smoking my pain away each night looking up to the stars.
(An unanswerableQuestion) Dedicated to those who have been suffering from fits in my Country Invisible, bound to dwell in a separate dim world of strange things, Why possess human beings transforming them into ghosts and prisons Where Strange games of fits, deliquium, howling images of black cats And owls daily govern exposing to hallucinations, nakedness and death? Dla, November 17, 2014 Jaafar Sadig el Waad
The moment of my start , the destruction of thy art, hearing the songs of theocracy , the songs for saving thee . The intonation of deadly scream , heard across the vast stream , lest none had to stop me , for me to stop to see thy majestic beauty. I heard the words of my master , who plans well for thy disaster , who creates the scenery well as common , serving a wide from the times of Romans . He sends me often here , for punishing the big malevolence , but I never saw the wonders - for thy fear , for thy deep oceans help my tolerance . I wish could I give thee a chance , to see the world with a second glance , nevertheless the order remains order after all , keep waiting for me to hear the next call .
With fear in his eyes the shackled man asked who they were. "My name is Linda Locklear and this is my husband Rusty Loclear". "Enough with the small talk Linda go get the work tools". "As you command daddy". Walking past their victim into the darkness Linda grabbed the cold steel push cart and brought it to Rusty. "Will you just look at all these toys" Rusty's eyes lit up like a child's at Christmas. "What do we have here?" Reaching her arm out in the motion of a snake Linda became sexually aroused. "We have a hamer, scalpel, acid, nail gun, and an ice pick" Linda's voice was filled with excitement. Pissing himself their victim began to cry. "Linda this is your victim you have to inflict the first wound". Responding to Rusty's words Linda picked up the nail gun. "Linda you don't have to do this" pleaded the man. "I have kids that I provide for, My name is Timothy Yates, I have a wife". Linda silenced Timothy with a swift kick to his testicles. "Look Rusty it actually think we care about it's pathetic little life". Placing the muzzle of the nail gun on Timothy's foot. Linda pulled the trigger. Firing a hard sharp nail into Timothy's foot. Blood squrited into the air. Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet
Hold up that sword when truth is violated... don't destroy everything and everyone: only evil must end for peace to survive! Fight better than a warrior with a bloody urge who seeks victory and revenge; what satisfaction is there in being alive... after all enemies are wounded and gone? They would never learn love, but die tormented as marthyrs, slaves and peacemakers have! Hold up that sword, by speaking your command when peace is broken and havoc spreads quicker than fire... to bring all another dire: remember Attila when he ransacked Rome? Chalithra, have more compassion towards mortified people who have been exploited: you must explain to them that's wrong to be enslaved... without having the vision of a place called, " Home. " Barbarians were those who trashed everything and killed, but they lived in different times: violence against order and civility; today there's another evil arising: greed for power against truth and humility... Chalithra, carefully choose your allies! Character: Chalinthra
Her eyes where of darkness Reflected from her soul Her heart had been shattered Left broken and cold She was a warrior of evil Fighting for what was wrong She came to me one night When she heard my deadly song Under the red moon we met Fell into an icy embrace It sent shivers up my spine Just to stare upon her face She held me so tightly Fighting against my will Using her power to control me All I could do was stand still She kissed my lips Sending fear through me Making my mind race As she watched my body I glared at her Fire in my eyes She saw right through My helpless disguise My smile made her afraid She thought he was in control My eyes and hair turned black Darkened like mine and her soul My skin went pale Like the moons glow And in the darkness My true colours did show We stared at eachother Moving closer than before She saw in my eyes I was not afraid anymore Once again she kissed me This time I kissed her back Two dark souls together Both evil and black
In a dark, dark room, an eerie aura surrounds; deathly whispers crawl in the air, sounding like incantations. A sarcophagus lays still in the room, whispers oozing out of it; no one knows that the sarcophagus is a portal to the Underworld, where Anubis and his cohorts reign. Only the Book of Ra; its jacket containing the symbol of the Scarab Beatle, that can chase away the whispers, and curses from the whispers. The evil dead continue to be undead, 'til when the Destined One finds Ra's Book, and chants the verses that he sees....... ………………………………………………………………………………… ''Dark things happened there....'' they say, with fading tones, almost reaching their vanishing point, due to unhidden fright. Sometimes they hear eerie moans; see dancing shadows on the space between the door and floor; other times whispers that make them feel as though they will shatter like hollow glass tubes. To stop the haunting, they hired spiritualists to seal the room's door with their divine will. Candles flicker in the night, as voices of the undead wander across the corridors..... (The first verse is a poem titled "Whispers of Anubis", which was published on 8/9/2014. The second verse is a poem titled "The Locked Room", which was published on 25/4/2014. I have divided both poems with a dotted line.)
Shades Of Grey A peril of sort left my job moved up North In islands in the stream some apparent evil scheme Shades of grey by its means something don't actually turn out to what they mean Shades of grey silver smile walk the old river Nile A plate of fries evil pass getting to know the midnight pass Shades of grey all torn up inside we will hide Souts of joy then applause some may insist on it being a lost cause Sadly we put up with the chill running down the spine evil swine In deepened peril outside twilight Christmas Carol Shades of grey how they swoon to its nightly visible tune.
SUCH IS DEATH Hungry as death. Impartial as death. Absolute as Death. Such is Death! Grazing on souls. Barely with no notice. Might take me for a fool. If I had no form of memory Rancid as Death. Uninvited as Death. Insecure as Death. Such is Death! Sets anguish upon the family. Ends a legacy of reputation. Rules in all sorts of anarchy. A check and balance of confrontation. Clean as Death. Maiden as Death. Beautiful as Death. Such is Death! Never misses her target. A bet with a perfect wager. A dice with the same sides. A sad tale but such is life. Great as Death. Cruel as Death. Final as Death. Such is Death!
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.
Challenged with this university question, One researched Truth's 'whole confession.' How many, to such a question, might dare say yes; If God created evil then He is evil, one might guess. But, then, one student did profoundly asked: "Tell me professor, does cold exist to last...?" The professor replied, "Of course it exists." What was this brassy student's logic, or gist? Amazingly, the bold student retorted, "That's not true." "With laws of physics, cold is the absence of heat (for you)." All can succumb to a proven study, as energy will transmit. Cold does not exist; the word only describes how we feel, to fit. The calm student continued, "Sir, does darkness exist?" The confident professor retorted, "Of course it does." The student replied, "Again, Sir, that's not right; Darkness is actually the absence of the Light." Newton 's prism is used to break light into colours of aura. Wavelengths cannot measure an unilluminated area. The light's ray can break a world of darkness, illuminating it. Darkness is termed to describe the absence of light, present. Finally the youth asked, "Sir, does evil exist?" A bit unsure the man said, "Of course (not wanting to resist)." At last the youth replied, "Evil does not exist Sir (neath God's rod)." Evil does not exist 'unto itself,' it is simply the absence of God." "God did not create evil, He created beings with free-choice." The youth was Albert Einstein; I am 'only relating his voice.'
As I hover over the darkened room, I wonder how I have gotten here. Did I die, was I dead? That was the only explanation I could think of for my disembodiedment. But concentration was lost as a little light exudes from the shiny bedside table. Little golden ringlets push back fluffy bunny sheets and tiny painted toes shiver upon contact with the bare floor. I watch as she looks frantically for "Teddy", whispering his name with most urgently. She finds him at last in the toy chest, tossed in so haplessly. She gives him a little squeeze and kisses each shiny buttoned eye, then scolds him most harsh, for this was no time for hide and seek, he has a job to do. When she has had too much to drink before being tucked in to sleep, it is Teddy's duty as man of the house to escort her to the lavatory. I glided without a sound, watching from high above as the two made their way down the dark hall, and said nothing in my waiting outside the bathroom door as the two giggled, splashing soapy water on the floor. But I couldn't remain silent as Teddy talked the golden haired child into opening the front door after the midnight hour. I tried to warn her as she poked her curls around the frame to look down the corridor. And as the elevator doors across the hall opened revealing a shrouded man residing inside, my voice got stern and I spoke with a smoky voice. She can't hear you, echoed inside my head, but I could not give up, they were in danger, this innocent kid and instigative bear. I screamed until my invisible voice was hoarse as I watched the tiny figure cross the elevators thresh hold and into the arms of death. Helpless I floated my front row seat to doom. And as the metal doors slunk closed, beauty and bear disappeared under a black cloak and all was lost. Curse you teddy, you are supposed to be her protector. How could you, she trusted you, curse you. I cried ghostly tears and wept without restraint. What was the purpose of witnessing such a horrible event if I could not intervene? And as metaphoric tears streamed down my wraith like face, I myself began to dissipate. I closed my eyes to shield them from my complete disappearance. But I felt like I still existed in the world of the living. I opened my eyes to confirm my suspicion and in one fleeting moment of bliss, I realized it had all been a dream, a nightmare. My heart lightened, my steps quickened and I sang with joy as I readied myself for the day. What happiness to know that it was all a manifestation of an unsupervised mind and no child had met an untimely fate. No mourning mother, no depressed class mates, no scares for a society of the meek and timid. No, all was well. I was a bit startle at the thud of the morning newspaper hitting the cement of the porch, but I was so high on a life saved by circumstance, I wasn't going to let it give me a fright. I gingerly opened the door and bent down to accept the printed gift from the city when I saw the headline on the front paper. "Elevator Killer" Claims Another Victim. My knees sank; my heart sank, never again would I close my eyes, never again would I dream. This is copyrighted material. All rights are reserved. Reprints must be requested in writing to the original author. © Alisha Groves
"Poor, poor, little man I'm not a prostitute. I just pose as one on the internet and in the streets. That's how I get pigs like you" said the woman with an evil grin. "I know you didn't think a woman as beautiful as my wife would be interested in someone like you." Said a tall figure as he emerged out of the darkness behind the shackled man. With fear in his eyes the shackled man asked who they were. "My name is Linda Locklear and this is my husband Rusty Locklear." "Enough with the small talk Linda go get the work tools." As you command daddy". Walking past their victim into the darkness Linda grabbed the cold steel push cart and brought it to Rusty. "Will you just look at all these toys" Rusty's eyes lit up like a child's at Christmas. "What do we have here?" Reaching her arm out in the motion of a snake Linda became sexually aroused. "We have a hammer, scalpel, acid, nail gun, and an ice pick" Linda's voice was filled with excitement. Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet aka Red Seven aka The Brown Philosopher
Every morning, an overview of death's tombstones is perched outside my window taunting and haunting me with the scent of a hollow kiss. The worst case is not this thing called death but the abuse of love that my parents fill into my bruised soul, a child I am no more but I can still remember the time I cried as one and cried and cried until the face of a frustrated mother came to ease my pain, and her own unease mind. Disorder clouded my mind but as a child I did not fully understand what these emotions where, for is a mother not there to ease her Childs pains, and is a mother not there also to ease her children's emotional pains. I can vouch that my physical pain was eased but spiritually my emotions ran wild like a pack of wolfs searching for the hunter who wielded with him the ax grief. I respect my parents like any child should, and I disobey them like any child shouldn't, but what I feel towards them is different than disobedient and anger. It feels as if loath itself is creeping up into my heart then into my head like the words of a woman who clouds all sense of reasoning. I laugh but I cannot truly feel happy even when they do try to appease me in the way I want to be appeased or so they do think for we never truly speak. I love them; I loathe them, for I am an outcast even amongst outcasts for they say they know pain but not all pain is physical for trauma has kissed and slept inside my heart but has it done the same in theirs also. I shall never know for trauma has chained us into the comfort of its hellish bed and sealed our lips like everything that is true in life. I am loath now, I am pain now, I am evil incarnate, but I am an evil whose pain and loath seek nothing but the comfort of peace. Every morning I wake, and an overview of death's tombstones is perched outside my window taunting and haunting me with the scent of a hollow kiss and I wonder when is the day that I will fall prey under the temptation of its kiss. Death is literally around the corner for I live by a cemetery's condo. * Just a story but i have put SOME of my feelings and my own life experience in there.
T'was the night before Christmas And all through the house not a single noise could be heard For, you see, the only one up Had practise of being quiet even when she's screaming inside With hand over mouth, and tears streaming down her face She silently sobbed the night away The only festive colour running from her wrists The only thing she wanted for Christmas Was to be dead.
War after war in the name of his sovereign king A seventeenth century fury, devoid of all shame Through pistol, cutlass and rapier, the world knew his name So too does the Reaper, and beckons to Solomon Kane . A time to fight evil with evil, purge wickedness far from the land Anger, murder and hatred, the cost of the toll On the brink of destruction he falters, unsure of his stand No riches, nor rapture enough to replenish his soul . A scream from the Devils Reaper Cuts deep through the ice in your soul "I have come for you, Solomon Kane" "To claim back the Time, that you stole" . You wake from your world of dreams The dreams that do haunt you, still Renounced your evil ways, it seems No - more you will live, to Kill . In penance here, behind these walls of virtue "Oh! Father, do not make me beg, I pray Cast from Heavens favour, crowned unholy Let loose the Devils Children, for to play . The corpses piling high, upon the pyre His bounty just a book and some stale bread From regal and the noblest of beginnings Alone there on the road, he's left for dead . Dispense now with the boy you gutter demon The daggers kiss then stole his life away "If I kill you, demon, then I am bound for Hell" "But that's a price, that I will gladly pay" . Adorned by a broad-rimmed hat and a flowing cape His journey's long, his homeland's where he'll start His task laid out before him, Merediths escape No love, nor needless pity, in his heart . The preachers flock have changed now for the worse They clamber for to tear the flesh, from bone As MalachI bestowed on each, his curse The Chapel cellar walls, their only home . The fate of defiance is fixing The Hapless aloft, on the cross Rain softens a cruel crucifixion Sweet Meredith's … not yet lost . A Priest sold his soul, to the Devil At the castle, of Solomons birth Welcome home, Solomon Kane His friends, cut to bits in the dirt . "Forsake me not, Heavenly Father" "Do I call on your Mercy, in vain" Redemption lies there, at Your Alter "RETURN TO ME" ….. Solomon Kane . There once was a time, full of burden A time without hope, for a Saviour When no-one would stand against Evil "THAT TIME, MY LORD.... NOW IT IS OVER"
Thoughts echo, mental void, Deep, dark, empty void, ****ed it here, ****ed it there, ****ed it up, ****ed it up. Demons come and demons go, Demons live and demons sow, Demons die , demons lie, Demons cloud demons pry. Sober thoughts, drunken words, Red skys , infernal birds. In the dark , there lives a man, Alone and cold, there lives a man, There he sits a simple man, Soul abandoned , a lonesome man, He wants to die, deaths a thought, Whats the point , just a thought, Angels cry, and demons hiss, Living life, voided bliss, Life will come and life will go, A dark man comes here, to and fro, Prys his eyes and pricks his brain, Slowly still he goes insane, In the dark there lives a man, Trying to do the best he can, Dieing is just a simple plan, Will he try? he can he can, At what cost, does life come too, Red white black and blue, No one but himself to blame, No one but himself to shame. There a man, still a boy, Yearning for his ode to joy.
Pierce The Gloom Pierce the gloom under purple sails cold the rain that forever falls False is the prophet that ever tells great honor rang true in these halls Hide ye behind golden false banners dark spirits dwelling in your band Deceit lies silkened in false manners evil the Crown that rules your land Purple King steals your life's bread as hope eludes your soul's plight Blows descend upon your bowed head you, that forever declines to fight Royal colors your minds enthrall as evil lies in your shallow beds Dark spirits birth wicked flowers where evil reigns in crying hours R. LINDLEY 11/18/1976
Monsieur L'Vampyre's Nook You're lost into the dark it's plain to see out searching for a place to lay your head away from cold, perhaps right next to me, though if you knew, 'twould be your greatest dread; all Paris is aware when death awaits at this the darkest nook down by the Seine, unnumbered are the souls cast to their fates claimed in the dark, and never seen again; there's blood to suck and energy to flow out from the lost and into those who feed; so be aware, the wise will never go where undead wait for what's their greatest need. But also, there is something all around, perhaps the greatest love you've ever found. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
In the order of this world A day is born with sunrise and sunset Is there a world that has itself and not one to live in it? Is there a language that has all words Except life, care and concern? Oh! Come I shall show you my next bud Here is all life, all happiness, all wealth, and all weather All 'allness'; except yourself and your life Tell mom that you have lived another day That a ray of hope still survives Show your sister this token of gift of Life I give you That I am to die and you are to live For one's death is other's life There isn't anyone to aid us So let me die for our mean cause To live Oh! To survive in deed. Break forth into joy That you live another day And into tears; to die another day All Hail! All Praise! All glory! Die another Day!
like a hole in a bucket that's always leaking, or a faucet that's always dripping, evil never ceases till death do us part like a brief memory lapse that's always evident, or a faux pas that's always awkward, evil never ceases till death do us part like a uneasy malaise that's always present or an incurable addiction, evil never ceases till death do us part © Eugene Harvey
Warriors are no longer raging, Women are no longer singing. Firelight prances inside Seth's eyes, dancing over Giza he cries: "Fire! Fire! It will find you all Even those who refuse to fall, So even if you escape my deadly chant Your ashes shall lie where living things aren't. "If you would try to save the day, It will be hell you'd have to pay. I shall breathe my fatal breath Upon those of you who run from death. "Your pharaohs shall kneel before me crying To be set free without you all dying, But my deserts remain hot as ever And none can escape - not even the clever. "Only the faithful to me shall be spared, So yes, the ones who have never cared. They'll ball their fists and bare their teeth at Ra!" "Forever obeying me." By Leanne Walsh 04/20/2014 (MM/DD/YY)
Bullets flying and thousands dying, this is truly terrifying. Through a blood red angry mist. Most are no more, shot down to a blood red soaked floor. Some are missed yet engulfed in the aftermath. An abyss of death, truly blood red wishing they too were dead.
Once upon a time there was a city of sins, where mean and brash people had their inns. Murders, robbery and theft was what they did, In their evil world was where they finally hid. One fine day, God decided to pay them a visit, He finally took the form of a child and did it. The moment they saw God's face, they were ashamed, On each other they decided to put the blame. For each of them was afraid to go to hell, They were so scared as the church began ringing bells. Guilt and shame, the murderers were afraid to show, So they finally decided to kill God to get rid of this blow. They caught hold of him and poked nails in his hands, They put a crown on his head and threw him on the land. All that was not enough, so they hung him on a cross, After he died, they realized that it was they own loss. They had killed the God who had loved them so, Much more than the sinners could ever know. God didn't mind if his suffering and death was arranged, For the pain would be worth it, if his children changed. After his death the people realized their mistake, They wept and cried as their minds finally were awake. They begged God for forgiveness with every honest tear they shed. God listened to their prayers, Easter came by and God rose from the dead.
Dodo the dead had halcyon days on her native shore Like halcyon birds she was happy in heaven's ground floor Hounds and crews did her confuse Struck the land with evil cues Filled the air with wings of greed, naive Dodo was no more
I walk around these halls, Feeling more dead than alive. I don't want to be here at all, I'm just praying I'll survive. Nothing makes sense to me, Everything is engulfing me. Will you save me from myself I'm scared of myself. I'm scared of what I'll do, I'm scared of what will happen I'm lost in this world of fear. I don't think you can save me. I'm too far gone, There's no going back, The pain has just begun Where am I at? What world am I in, Where have you taken me? Why can't I awake from this, This is a nightmare, please help! This is a mistake, I don't belong here, I think I'm dead. Is this actual hell? The devil took me away, He calls this my home. I do not like it here, But I have no choice. I can't get away from him, He won't let me go. I don't understand this, What did I do to deserve this? ~k.t.
As we walked through the valley of the shadow of it Silent neighbors whose stolen doves Fly free Free in the night to unfurl wings of peace In times of war So unjust is the death of the nightman Keeper of earthly tombs in Ancient Greece The pinnacle of pain erupts in the east Far from the dove's flight, a frightening thing Occurs unseen moving in dark shadowed cloaks Cloaks of daggers meant for eyes of prophets Weakness of man allows this sting Devil unfurls wings of war and this... this Is his Danse Macabre Where was the nightman on his watch? Dancing.
violence displace sporting nature thousand words extremes of sadness
wicked heart beats will tale on you for sure so do not enter through their Cracked door their light shining out to some degree angels of night with true light disagree you see on thee they have an evil eye wearing their death cap they devour with lies bowing to men like we they so deceive a sty mark the most worshipful receive in knowing the dark they plot you reception wisdom's offer Eve's death by deception making you think they are on the level their light be dark behind door lies devil fellowship of blackness quote the wrong light the cloaks and daggers will not win this fight Jesus the light in Him no dark at all the Way enter in His gate true light's call have no dark fellowship reprove rather deeds of evil men who burn to gather so they may be brought from darkness to light satan's power lies to Jesus' true might
Forbidden acts, read your Bible, family feuds-n-rivals, invaded mental desires, thick smoke from eternal fires, wolves growling for the flesh-n-blood from the tongues of liars, white slaves breast feeding neonate vampires, snakes-n- roaches living on poisonous islands, the air I smell is never fresh, weird smells from goats-n-gorillas-n-human's having sex, blood dripping from out the holes of male homosexual necks, owls eating out of an eagle's nest, the emotion a mother feels from witnessing her child's death, the internal hatred of self, the jealousy of one's wealth, eternal fires is where you find yourself, when you don't follow God's steps, from freezing rain drops, my souls being caressed, however more or less, insects eat of my golden flesh, my soul will never rest, not in peace, this air has bitten me up, with its dirty soiled rotten teeth, what's hotter than heat, the devil's daughter breath breathing on me, my desires I put before me, nightmares of a seductive insanity, when I would sleep, I awake to kissing female liars, and having sex with diseased vaginas eternal fires, you smell the smoke, you will never rest in peace, this what happens, when you ignore God when He speaks, eternal fires diseased vaginas-n-liars, you smell the smoke from eternal fires, you will never rest in peace from lack of belief, eternal fires. You smell the Smoke
the worldly folk armies of the twice enchanted for common tragedies reaping the pleasures of others that they can no longer enjoy singing goats songs escaping to the hills of freedom while a coil of rope of undisclosed amount unravels behind the scape goat like the elusive gonzo hunter's infamous mumble as tumbling down a rabbit hole in search of self landing in a pool of sharks all have fallen short of thy glory as we Pierrots stage upon stage the verismo or in contemplation committed the Pagliacci with tears and laughter in your eyes where to find sanity in a mad mad world laughing at parodies of you own self will only last so long like waking up to find the drink again with shaky hands for all have sinned on the way to meet Jesus for He came to save the lost the friendly physician rejoicing more for one sheep found than the ninety-nine still on a more tragic note is the one who thinks he is not lost counting sheep to go to sleep to get passed the regrets of the day awaking to chance wandering the world for another day blinded by an unseen enemy who tells him he will be okay then repeat the matter of his own comedy without hope without God in this world but there is hope for I was there to find find power love and a sound mind a peace that surpasses all understanding while working so hard to find the who am I The good shepherd found me my greatest treasure may He find you the Lord Jesus is the gift to mankind when you find him it does not have to end in a tragic time
I dream I dream of life away from this cage A life free of pain Free of shackles Free of chains The more I struggle the more the noose tightens Is it my fate to die like this? Like an animal? I can hear his footsteps in a distant Heavy and rough His laugh cold, my tormentor... I fight him no more Is it my fate to die like this? His whip breaks my spirit His knife stabs my soul My tormentor My monster Will I be free of this hell? Will I dance with the stars? Sing with the moon? Find love… But it is just a fantasy A fool's dream I will die like this An old memory A cold night story A shadow in the darkness But I will not be alone My tormentor, my monster His eyes, a mirror to my hell I will die like this Forgotten…but not alone
A lady murdered her son because she couldn't afford to send him to school. She wasn't only a stark raving mad lunatic, she was also a fool. After she murdered her son, she killed herself too. What she did to him was an incredibly evil thing to do. I wouldn't have expected such behavior from a psychiatrist. If you want my opinion, that evil bitch will not be missed. Murdering a defenseless child has to be the world's biggest sin. When a shrink commits murder, it proves that it's a lost world that we live in. (SADLY THIS IS A TRUE STORY.)
There was no better disc jockey than J. J. Wilson. In the Big Apple, he was considered number one. Over the radio waves, his listeners called him the best. His agent gets him a new job out west. What radio station starts broadcasting at the midnight hour with only five thousand watts of power? Here was J. J. in an odd place so dark and cold. His surroundings were a small building with equipment quite old. His agent named Sid had Emily for a wife. A short time before, Emily took her own life. Any involvement in her death J. J. would deny. Out fishing with another friend was the disc jockey's alibi. The broadcasting was planned with no deviation. Mr. Wilson had to play certain records at the station. The sounds were the callings of the evil masters by name. They congregated to sacrifice their victim in a crucible's flame. J. J. saw some framed images on the wall. What he noticed was something that would appall. The pictures were disc jockeys who worked at the station. Each one was employed for only one night's duration. J. J. Wilson soon joined this deceased group of elite. Satan took Mr. Wilson's soul as he went down to defeat. Based on the Night Gallery episode "The Flip Side of Satan".
His eyes smolder like the coals of a dying fire, the bite of chicken wire deep into the skin upon my throat. Hands dig into latex, nails attempting to shred the material. Laughter, oh so much laughter as all the pain clouds any fear. Fires flame high like a lost soul reaching towards the sky. But we are not alone. Villagers circle us almost embracing, yet in the end I know they would not allow my escape, not from him. His eyes smolder like the coals of a dying fire, his firm beautiful lips twist towards a taunting self assured smirk. He is speaking yet I can no longer understand the words, vision begins to tunnel as my hands find their way into his hair. Laughter, oh so much laughter as the smoke becomes our veil. Kicking back my head, skull meets nose. Muffled curse and a kick to the ribs. His eyes smolder like the coals of a dying fire, as he stares up at myself, Dimly I realize, they would not allow my escape, not from him. Hands reach for steel, dagger towards the smooth column of his neck. Press, press my love, staring at the blood that drips. Never safe, never still, always at this knife point. I am suddenly captivated by the blood that drips and the arch of his brow, the way his lips quirk before he realizes he needs to hide his smirk. His eyes smolder like the coals of a dying fire, as in one moment he regains control. Slamming a fist into my hair, lips are drug flesh to flesh, and as that dagger cuts blood, and he holds me so very near, The laughter, oh all of that laughter, is somewhere very far from here. This smoke has become our veil where two enemies had met, yet from the ashes and blood that wept, finally giving in to the "rightness", they walked through the fire, Chicken wire and steel, hand in hand, step by step. We could never allow escape, not from each other.
"I am the way, the truth, and the life No man cometh unto the Father, but by me." Oh how Jesus would cause such strife, But it's there in John 14:6 for all to see Seems pretty simple for one to hear For this can only be taken in just one way As Jesus was always so intimately clear In each word that He would ever say "Unto the Father" you should also note As it's God the Fathers Son whom He sent Not being one to doubt in what John wrote Through grace I believe in knowing what is meant He makes clear the point to say "No one" as to the salvation from His atonement For He said I am the Way, You now knowing how the rest of the verse went
In the woods wonders a fool, He walks along a sorrowful path. His soul has fallen beneath the rule of a vengeful woman's wrath. He begs forgiveness from the dark, For that is all who can hear his cries. Even his shadow refuses to hark, as the tears flow from his eyes. With his heart she stole the good, and crumbled it into the dirt. As he begged, broken he stood, wishing for a way to stop the hurt. No second chances, no more tries. She couldn't forgive him once more No amount of tears nor alibis, could wash away the bottles on the floor. He sipped past his final excuse, He lost her love now once for all. Now he walks to a lonely noose, Haunted by the demons call. Love has turned her face away the pain now takes control. There were no silver words to say, That could pay this poor fools toll. As he wanders deep and deeper his sorrow is overthrown by rage. Now as he awaits the reaper, his heart is stabbed within its cage. Addiction has poisoned and made him ill It's blackened his heart and stolen his sight His anger it boils and readies to kill, Demons have awoken in his heart tonight. A transformation has taken place, tonight a monster has been born. An evil slithers across his face, flowing from where his heart was torn. In the woods awaits an angry fool, love has left him and he rots in pain. He hates the living like an evil ghoul, and death runs through his every vein. In the dark by damnation's gate He sits alone and lingers. waiting for that woman's fate to fall into his fingers. He wants her to look into his eyes, and fear what she has created. He wants to kiss her as she dies, and whisper why he's waited. He wants his life to be rebuilt, He wants the heart that she stole He wants to be free of the guilt, He wants to regain his soul.
The Final Goodbye When we laid your body to rest agony of pain enters into my chest. I started to cry and scream wishing that this was all a dreadful dream. But in my eyes I saw it was true I just wish it was not you. I never envision the day that you will be so viciously taken away. You were young and full of fun now your life was taken away instantly from me, my beloved son. Your years on this earth is far too few and your life was taken horrifically too soon from you. You should have been allowed to live since you had a lot to give. The horrific images in my mind on how you die I keep asking myself over and over again why? It is hard for the pain to relinquish from my soul and keep my mind from being mentally whole. While your murder is walking free. The final goodbye is killing me. © By: Naomi Johnson 11- 8-14
What is your poison ? Is is drugs , sex or booze? Maybe something sinister. Something, you hide,even from your muse. Does the smell of blood, Make you sigh in release? Do their frantic cries, Fuel your unending need? Does the slice of a blade, excite your soul? Leave you weak in the knees and make you soar. Or is it the sharp edges of bones,laid broken,on the floor,that make you complete. Yes,they make you whole. A mother , a daughter , a sister, a whore . A father , a saviour, does it really matter anymore . The faces , so seamlessly , merge into one . And when death comes , it frees you , till the next one . The proof they leave , your battle scars. You wear them proud , Compared to you what you've done Their's is nothing at all. Day,weeks,months. They all go by , You don't need the moon. The numbers tell you how far you have come. Do you feel ashamed when you look in the mirror, Or proud and in control . Does the madness in your eyes , reveal the insanity you withhold. Does the voice in your head, Tell you what to do? Guide you, Like a mother with the infant of her womb. That voice in your head. How sweetly it dwells. Initially, pleasing. The soothing sounds, it makes, when they are bleeding , your dead. But then the sounds turn angry and vengeful No matter what you do , there is no pleasing. You thought you were in control ,but they played you. Haha, all this time you were being ruled. The doctors they tell you , You're Evil , you're doomed. To rot in hell , Haunted and marooned. So hide behind your mask, A regular ol' John. While in hiding you keep, The monster ,your true form. Why would you want to be normal, If normal isn't you . Does lying and hiding make it easier . Or does it make, a reflection, that keeps humiliating you. So set it free, The killer in you. What is your poison? Mine is your ruin. By Amanda Miller
She walks the streets Of dim lit lights The heart broken homeless woman Lady of the night. . The world was yours Gold and pearls, a platinum life Married to a silver spoon You were once a rich mans wife. . Your husband befriends the spirit king A storm of abuse and alcohol rain Now you run to spare your life The only hope is to escape the pain. . State to state with blackened heart Into the night is where you sleep Within the darkness led astray Where lonesome lives and gutters weep. . To your new home No key no door Emptiness squared Of paper board. ~~~ He walks in silence all alone Seeking out divinity Mile upon mile on worn out shoes Through the streets of un-lit trees. . Contrition holds his broken heart Bound to earth by saddened love His soul was taken within a glance He is now the lonesome dove. . Once a father, a husband, A man A wonderful life Of dreams and plans. . Until that night in the car together Unknownst the evil seed A green light passed and through a yellow The devil in drunken speed. . A wreck to fell the family tree Within the night of silence brings A horrid vision imprinted the mind Of a soulless man with broken wings. ~~~ Even while life continues to shine There comes a girl of only nine Abandoned, alone to hope adored Mommy is gone to be a whore. . This child walks in huddled arms Frightened to be where evil charms She finds a box to crawl inside Alone to live, alone to cry. . While tears fall down upon her face A sound has startled her in her place Unbeknownst the box with broken tape This nine year old girl will now be rapped. ~~~ Now as I sit In the comforts of home I knew none of these people Or the streets they called home. . I lived like most, in ignorance To those poor and suffering lives Never once did I adjust A thought or even an eye. . Yet on the set the news I stare Police lights shine in heavy glare Those unknown people, those broken hearted Lie still in the night, their souls departed. BY: DARREN J McMURRAY Placid Poet
A gasp for breath, a silent moan, burbled underwater tones. My evil has of yet not shown, but soon I shall be drowning Joan. With constant pressure on her neck, she scratches claws and tries to kick, becoming underwater sick, while wishing she were home. My evil has of yet not shown, but soon I shall be drowning Joan. Flesh of pale to turn to blue, flushing out all fear she knew, something in this sick is true. No tears for no more sadness. Has of now she floats alone, for I have finished drowning Joan... *Posted with a special thanks to Janice Etienne* saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
Postby Tyr-Ziu Saxnot » Wed Mar 23, 2011 8:55 pm War Demanded If only man were like a stout oak tree Standing proud and tall for the world to see Dreaming of a peaceful culture that truly will last Ever seeking a happy future while sailing at full mast Reality presents a very different and forceful demand Greed calls for taking other's blood , treasure and land No small trick starting another evil and bloody war With death, misery and cuts leaving a lasting scar Any excuse will do when lying is so demanded Up is down when right becomes so underhanded Why worry at all about the lives destroyed or taken? Call for power demands that truth and honor be forsaken Every war starts with Truth being pushed aside Far too cumbersome and heavy for death's dark ride Lies fired from cannons take the first great measure After that the vultures descend to take the treasure.... Robert L.
I bet you'll look so beautiful at my funeral, behind black lace, I bet a shattered face infested with grief and scorn rattled with streams of black tears like rain drops of plague. The nightmares are real and I'll never know just how you'll spend your time of remorse, never will I see that smile again. Not the way you used to give it to me. I bet you'll dress to empress at my burial. Looking so slick and lavish. All dolled up in death blossom. The "what if's" and "should of's "scream in dog bark clutter through your mind to the point of exhaustion and illness. Struggle to breathe soft and silent to not disturb the congregation of the fallen. You'll look around and see other lone women looking as pitiful as you while you're trying to make up the reason why they're there. It'll be fine, just turn your sadness to hatred and curse the corpse to hell fire. Won't be the first time anyways. You'll look beautiful however, so those whores will know what time it is.
'Twas the first day of school and all was well, And marched the town children in happy tune: Till the school bell tolling rang its death knell For the dead and dying who died too soon! Alas folks, there is none so Godless, none So dangerous as a fool with a cause! What happened at Beslan won't be undone Until the cause of peace gives hatred pause. A schoolyard is not a theatre of war - No child a legitimate enemy! Are mens' hearts so black - rotten to the core, That he finds refuge in atrocity? What inbred mind-twist maggot filth would foist On little children their terror of choice. ------------ Dedicated to all those innocent children who Lost their short lives in the massacre at Beslan. October 2004
Striped clothes Pants, shirts, hats, and shoes Even little shoes of little ones Piled up all together In that gas chamber Once those pants hid inhumanly scars Once those shirts hung loose from skeletons Once those hats covered shaved heads Once those shoes housed bloody feet But now... Striped clothes have no bodies to wear
The candles burn their prayers to the heavens from the cold walls of the house of God The rain pounds at the earth beyond and someone runs upon the mud His rosary swings in his desperate hands His prayers are earnest He mutters fast "Listen to me, Lord, and answer me, for I am helpless and weak. Save me from death, because I am loyal to you; save me, for I am your servant and I trust in you-" His feet lose their grip on the sodden ground Dread thumps at his heart the prayer dies in his mouth He gasps in his panic as the monsters gain He gets up from the floor and cries out in pain Teeth in his flesh His Achilles heel They tear at the muscle His final appeal "Help me"! He screams as they tear at the meat He kicks at their jaws and he is back on his feet The candles flicker as the doors swing wide They slam to a close and he runs inside Up to the alter he falls to his knees The growls grow louder "Lord, Help me, please"! The hounds are trapped yonder bless'd stone but they howl at the door for the man they are owed He raises his arms His ultimate plea up to his saviour with blood on his sleeves "Be merciful! Please, they are coming for me! Forgive me, my Father, That I wanted to leave". His face is pale with the shine of death He begs his Father to forgive his sin His veins are torn His soul bereft "Lord, please forgive me, don't let them in". The candles go out With one gust of wind The doors slowly open and the hellhounds come in.
Hell-Hound Allows No Souls Out Deep in the darkest pit, where anguished screams resound Evil thoughts feed the it, fanged , demonlike hell-hound No mercy for those so lost, only torture to pay the cost Gnawing on its victims with relish, the monster growls so hellish Desperate pleas never heard, too late for any praying word Looking in deeply is insane, here, mercy calls always in vain Dark shadows skirt about, hellhound allows no souls out Fear forces me to not see, that fate once was awaiting me Distant pits rumble much the same Death final victor in this hellish game Robert J. Lindley note -- Edited and shortened poem from a very much longer write many decades ago.
I dare you to kick the habit This one I have you can't have it Mirror, tell me who is not fit It's time you throw away that kit Just not your song, "Bring Me To Life" Forget the urge, ignore the drive That thing you do cuts like a knife The remaining days of our lives Please don't let Tina lead the way Not her, not Molly, that I pray You did, you didn't, that's what you say Think of the price you need to pay This cold ice brings nothing but pain Call spade a spade, simple and plain Do I really have to explain? No rehab, no pain, means no gain
#1 An awful odor arises through a quick developing pea soup fog. Sounds from nearby crickets and frogs fade as light footsteps draw close, then stop. The fog gets thicker, thicker than before. The odor gets worse, more concentrated. Your now ingesting an evil toxin. Violently your shoved to the ground from behind, something pierces your neck. Evil memories, pictures of death swirl through your mind, convulsing, as your body begins to turn. Suddenly all goes still... You come to, but not like you once were. Something feels different, your vision is altered, you see only a crimson red. Motor functions once average feel almost supernatural. You died, revived, rise from death. You've become a dark death dealer. A new hunger has emerged Cattle. You leap, splurge, submerge yourself in the crimson substance, riding the bloody waves. uncontrollable, relentless in your attacks. Screams of horror a mass slaughter. Your alarm rings soft, minutes later it screams in terror.... I'm awake, I'm awake!!!! You open the curtain The sun....... To be continued........
A spirit appears at night, showing its cold eyes, simply glaring at it in fright, a memory I couldn't erase, for that spirit had my face. With its red eyes glows, it disappears from the shadows, even when I was walking at night, no man, woman or child, but feel that same presence behind me, but there was no one in sight. even though I continue to walk, I can feel a cold chill beneath my feet, that spirit only appears in the shadows, not a speck of moonlight or a single spark, enjoying itself hiding in the dark. it rises beneath the ground, showing its ugly frown, with its eyes looking dead at me, beware the shadows, for it's never been foreseen, beware in the night, because it's Halloween.
An evil falls within your bodyThat no one can see A darkness that's meant for you and me Never in this world have I found a soulAs evil as dark as broken as mine Hood up eyes darken your heart beats slower as you walk my way A friend of mine you have changed Every muscle in my body tells me to run Away My heart feels the painAs my soul watches its twin walking in Sliding down the wallUnable to do anything else Breathing quicken as I feel you next to me Eyes open to see evil itself in front of meA growl flows from the familiar places Your breathe burns my neck in the best ways Scared of what I see but I can't push you away I lean farther to the cornerAnd in the moment of my weakness You went in for the killYour body pushed against mine Your teeth on my neckGrowling As I knew in any second my life could be through Your teeth scrapping my neckAs you breath filled my ears and blow my hair No where to run,not wanting to scream Curling into my selfYou pull my arms away Pinned now Held by your power The darkness covers me and I give up the fight My Evil rises My demons once again walk My resting place I have found, an understanding of the claimed now Unleashed and untamed I look into your eyes Only to find the light is gone,The humanity has fallen Now I see everythingNo shield No glamor Blackness pours out of your eyes as if they were waterfalls My mind tells me to be scared The light in my soul says to pray Voices said that you were hear to make me learn To teach me the ways We are the two that our cursed Smiles cross our faces I now no where I completely belong Your hand reaches outI can't resistsThe peace the comfort I'm Home as I accept his hand and my life begins to fall away Now I understand that I am yours I know who you are As the world passes us by You pull me off the wall and lead me towards his victims Or are they our friendsLooking around they see nothing different My hand in his as we stand by there sides A moment in time we shared A moment only we could see As if someone stopped the turn of this world I Urn for the feeling of our darkness It whips away all the pain, It connects us in a ungodly way Feening for this drug again, Sober scares us into the light Stoned enables us to find the meaning of our life You are my connection to what is ours You are my darkness that pulls me back from the light You are what reminded me of why I am here We were meant to meet meant to invoke the powers we were giving And save our selves from each other
Evil, Many Shapes! Serpents lie in cold silent wait sporting cold life taking bites just one of evil dark fates waiting to destroy man's earthly delight Enemy hides in cover just out of view gun locked ,loaded and aiming at you just one of many evil dark fates waiting to destroy life true Spirit hides there in silent glow timing your very next fateful deed just one of more evil dark fates waiting to destroy your last earthly need...Robert L. 05-03-2014
I wear a veil of iron mesh, it sheilds me from sensation, it's like the one that Jackie wore after Jack's assassination. I was just a youngster then, but, deep inside, I knew, that with that act of violence came the end of Xanadu. My childhood innocense was gone along with Camelot, Pandora's box had opened wide because of Oswald's shot. Our world came tumbling down that day an avalanche of evil, it mowed us down, unstoppable and crushed the souls of people. The event was filmed and broadcast and showed repeatedly, until the images were burned forever, indelibly. The coal-black steed was riderless, a boot in stirrup reversed, the symbolism so powerful that, to this day, it hurts. And John-John with his little flag, oh, how we ached with grief, the look on Lyndon Johnson's face, stunned with disbelief. Our world received a lethal wound still gaping to this day and evil wrapped its tentacles and many were lead astray. Oswald shot on live TV! The man who killed those nurses! The Boston Strangler whistling, the Devil loosed his curses. Shots rang out from campus tower, they slayed the Reverand King, and then they killed poor Bobby, he would never see the Spring. But Spring would never be the same once evil was unleashed, gone were the days when we were safe, our innocense was breeched. Then wars broke out and haven't ceased and millions have been killed, and poisoned minds bring guns to school and hearts are hatred-filled. Innocents abducted, babies raped and slain, mothers drowning children, the world has gone insane. Don't turn to church to save your kids so priests can then molest, the Devil's even infested them, he's made the church his nest. Trust no one; lock your doors at night, don't let your kids run free, for evil has ensconced itself and erased humanity.
Where do the Demons come from That reside in us from deep within? Where do their evil powers lie? Were they always dwelling there Or did I somehow invite them in? Haunting you…Haunting me Did I commit some Cardinal sin? Will someone, somewhere someday Help me to drive them out To free me from their evil whims To allow me to ever live without? They are always, always, there it seems Pushing me to the verge of the ever after And I struggle daily just to cling To the rafters of myself and what I've been To hold on to the tangible And not get swept away Into the demon's nothingness Where I'll cease to forever have been. Copyright Christine A Kysely 2010 November 26, 2010 (c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
beauty but skin deep she spoke her inner accent jargon bone ugly
The Halal slaughterers used to come at dawn, they came to kill the lambs, they would cut their throats, in the shape of a smile. The slaughterers came at dawn, and they killed the kids, they cut their throats in the shape of a smile. Did they smile as they did the deed? Are they still smiling now? What kind of man, and what kind of creed, can contemplate this, and how? Where are the teachings of their God? What are their true beliefs? Are they truly righteous folks? Or are they merely, thieves? Who hide behind a chosen creed, and say they are God's men, I say they lie, I say they heed, cruel, and evil orders, then, unleash their ignorance on those they see, as enemies of their master, an ugly, murderous mess ensues, for the many innocents, disaster. And here in our 'nice' democracies, we sit and watch on our TVs as evil flaunts its wicked grin, and thousands commit the most wicked sin, and again we do not lift a finger, the bad tastes from other wars still linger, we wait to see what will unfold, too late for those who'll never grow old!
I can see you in the reflection of the waters behind closed eyes… You haven't won this battle between us – I will not listen to your lies Deliver us from the licking flames of uncertainty Fire me up with your passionate glow You wicked angel of mine – make me your one and only You tattooed a scar in my heart…you're as dark as a crow You punctured me with words of painstaking poetry, but yet it was moving You painted a picture of adoration and joy in my heart's melody Passion and happiness was never easy to get, but once I got it, there's no such thing as losing I won't be losing this race tonight – you'll be failing miserably… Be careful what you wish for What's behind the closed door? You open in curiosity I see you wandering around sheepishly… CHORUS: I can see you in the reflection of the waters behind closed eyes… It's crystal clear that you were this dark, fallen angel all over again – how did I know you became so corrupted? I'm sorry this happened to you, yet I don't feel guilty for what you've done You haven't won this battle between us – I will not listen to your lies I remember how I used to orbit around you as if I was the sun, orbiting the Earth…don't ignore the pain that is going to eventually drive us insane – we will run hand in hand in the glistening sun I want this…I want this bliss that's dwelling in your heart There's fervent flames scorching in your heart from the start Take a deep breath and swim in the abyss with me for a little awhile You're playing your little foolish games again…come on and run the extra mile With me and turn my dreams into a reality… Even if death tears us apart, we were meant to be free Alright, dark angel… Give me your best shot and show off your dynamic spirits of the abyss Oh, you little devil… Come and get me…hunt me down like your next prey..I pray I won't kiss my distressful mistress CHORUS: I can see you in the reflection of the waters behind closed eyes… It's crystal clear that you were this dark, fallen angel all over again – how did I know you became so corrupted? I'm sorry this happened to you, yet I don't feel guilty for what you've done You haven't won this battle between us – I will not listen to your lies I remember how I used to orbit around you as if I was the sun, orbiting the Earth…don't ignore the pain that is going to eventually drive us insane – we will run hand in hand in the glistening sun Scary thoughts plant a grave in me; my heart is beating to the rhythm of yours I'm terrified by the darkness and what it's revealing to me…there's no chance to say farewell To this misfortune that falls upon us…I'm heaving sighs of grief as I open several doors Don't bring me down, cruel, callous gravity – my heart's beating rapidly and it's going pell-mell If I were handsome like diamonds in the cave, I would've been like a knight, standing tall and brave You and I were so perfectly flawed…you are the sunset and I'm the sunrise You and I never quite fit in like those lonely pieces of the puzzle…you stare me down with knives in your eyes Are you lost in your own paradise? I'm done with you & I've waved my goodbyes I don't walk on sticks, needles and rocks anymore… I knew something was awaiting me – a future in store
The THUNDER and STORMS have washed my EVIL LOVE away... You were a man, EVIL and BAD and our relationship was doomed for DESTRUCTION GOD, decided to destroy it!!!!!!! Only because, you would not change your ways You were bad and not worthy of my love And now, with my LOVE destroyed I sit, in my ARK of pain And I cry for 40 DAYS and 40 NIGHTS My heart bleeding and in pain Looking around for the DOVE of hope And the PROMISE of future love Looking for a RAINBOW in life!
It's fearful to think that your last moment has come, and like a pen out of ink... it stops when a word needs to rhyme. Keep off the edge at any cost, death waits avidly for another victim to be added to its toll... go the opposite direction where you find a wall to avert another possible tragedy. Desperation plays a major part in awful thoughts, hope is found in faith: read all Proverbs and be saved by their soothing words; ignoring wisdom is to live foolishly and recklessly as thugs... why live a wretched life and hate others? Why keep on sharpening your swords? I have never gripped on rocks to reach that edge of despair, even though death seemed real and allowed no escape, but with will and determination I was able to annihilate those evil forces coming out of demons who had no love to share. Why be unappreciative, troublesome, worrisome and uneasy... when life can lead one to victory as it has led many in History? Commit an evil act, and you'll suffer more than Cain... embrace love and your fear will never drive you insane. Entered in Linda-Marie's contest, " Life and Death...And Beyond..." Written by Andrew Crisci
Hello friends, frenemies, and foes I've got some words to say To the average Joe There is one road The road to prosperity The road to happiness (haha) Oh no no You think i'm wrong? We all are You, you, you, and you On the path, you'll find the truth? Not so Just lies, hatred, and the deceived But that road The road The only road, is how truly the world is perceived Through all the greif The pain The lies You still have hope Hope and faith You believe the false prophets You listen to the lies of modern society You cause pain You use your impossible idol As an escape An excuse To kill To steal To ruin lives Then on the day You worship the lies So next week you will be Saved and ready to rape the willing To take creativity from those who care You are the evil gypsy of this time Cheat Lie Steal You cause pain WAR And death in the name of god In the the name of god You commit crimes Adultery You give lies for profit You are a false profit Spelled with an f You command the living to be the dead You hate people who love People who care What do you gain? Respect? Money You are a money hungry hippo You say Jesus forgives You say he loves But he seems evil if you ask the lesser thans So now You've heard my words I thank you for giving me a chance Thankyou all, friends, frenemies, and foes And ahmen
The truth of their own beholder. There is none in him in their golden deceit Retreating into their cycloptic gland the apple of their eye Discordia. the age of the bewildered beliefs off their rails of the reality tunnels Truly a crazy train to avoid the truth by division creating endless tunnels of dystopia The unapologetic of their own heresies Blacks smiths of the ancient psyops Bring back the out cast of their own makings whether swinging in Jung's jungle tuning into Leary's leery lyre Blavatsky blatant blasts Freud's fairest fraud wanton Anton's or Crowley's unreality. All are like Dionysus genetic cupboards perception pills. The altered states of discontentment crossing wires in their twisted hannibal codex.Cybernetics new captain of trans humanism still shrugging the world off their shoulders for the evil that they perceive into an atlas of chaos with quasi- motto ringing bells for their Franken-design. Their upside down stairways leading to the stagnant light of a cracked door a vultured eye absinthe. To get over their guilt of their own law do what thou wilt assuming that their conscience are not defiled and all the while they are searingly beguiled The truth is is is the Truth the absolute. Lies lies lies prowl around in hooded greys propagandist of the endless mazes. Lighting false fires of the Prometheus blaze hissing asps of the doubled tongue setting their own world on fire. Like the orange clock work of the Georgia guide stones. The meth wine of the undivine with nobody to come only a desire to go. But....
golden grave diggers they never will earn enough ghoulish disrespect - -Thieves try to steal Sigmund Freud's ashes
FOR THOSE WHOM THE BELLS ARE TOLLING… The acid rains have come and gone; Leaving nuclear winters chasing The purple autumns of our lives; Dying bones, wrapped in parched skins, Silhouette the inept horizons Of the desert's edge; Famine, the silent emissary of death, Carpets the naked altar of life: Hunger tutoring the sacrificial lambs; While in the shadows and hues Of distant dawns, ships sail to the moon: Leaving death smiling at the evil that men do.
Transfixed by full moons the demons shall arise. Superseding my current mood you'll beg for an alibi. Without consulting the ancients I've chosen my path. Right now the only choice left is a blood bath. Hell's fire is raining down, that shouldn't make you frown. The Devil's minions have come to town, I am a Killer Clown. The people of the world are begging for a savoir. Come on boys and girls that's not suitable behavior. Mercy is a curse there shall be no survivors. Surrender's not an option, don't call me a liar. The Earth will collide, the demons shall rise and the flames will claim your hide. Come along for the ride; fly with dragons into the sky, never compromise. The Darkness shall take you tonight. Were calling for a Blood Bath; paving the streets red, Calling for a Blood Bath, submerging ourselves among the dead. Explore the gore, enter into the madness; take up the chore, destroy the sadness. Shards of glass thrown in the blood bath, tiny pieces of trash mashed in the blood bath. Twisted tangerines and human spleens bounce up and down on trampolines. All of the fiends, are ever so mean to the ex marine. Calling for a Blood Bath, good people who keep their silence deserve to face my wrath, I'm calling for a Blood Bath!!
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
You all ignored me as I sat there… Watching everyone interact, I sat alone. Thoughts of homicide and torture begin to fill my mind, Barbed wire and razor filled dreams start to consume me. Entrails cover the ground as I sleep, Blood covers my face and I snore… Dreams of the Care Bears now fill my head Voices begin to consume my thoughts, "Your evil and you deserve to die!" They would often say. Dream after dream Each and every evil filled day Until today… The final day… The day when all dreams end. And all stop and pray "How could he do this?" Some may say… It was actually easy, Try living my life for a day!
The white horse had just died a lonely death His rider was crucified as if he were the coming of the 2nd May the one who killed the innocent form of justice Be the one to carry the weight of grim until pressed The rider was sent on a mission to relieve the chosen one The one was chosen and brought to the black hill to wait He waited for you.....me.....us.....but we failed him We have not committed ourselves to the savior of good We have only one last chance to rid evil for before spilled blood If this is the chosen ones ways to allow us to view What we need to turn us away from the few For our lack of committment and honour to the wise Left the white horse and its rider in sure lifeless demise The one who killed the beast and his proud man Was the ones who will kill the future of this tiring land It was not of evil that rid there energy If was you.....me.....us.....that failed priest to hold her Try to sleep with peace even though the burdon in on YOUR shoulders
When to the dust my bones do lie Bugs will eat the gray from my eyes God will take me, body and soul, Then throw me in a deep dark hole But hell will have no place for me So I'll be flung unto the sea Where the tempest shall spin and shout And say, "No way," then spit me out Across the grasslands, I s'pose I'll roam A ghostly soul without a home Oh, not for any evil deed Nor any planted evil seed No wicked sin I committed Kept me from afterlife permitted Though it's all nice, you can believe, You weren't there, so I asked to leave.
Dark is black and black is dark; this is the day we did depart. No more saying it's ok, no more hugs to take the pain away. You left me as if in rain and gave me unrelenting pain. You're a wretched whore with no shame. I wouldn't care if you were dying. As a matter of fact, I'd probably be smiling. I'd make you choke on your own blood; you'd probably take it as easily as eating cum. I'd tear your guts apart with a butter knife, and smother you with them from time to time. But that's not it, no far from it my darling, I need to repay you for the pain you've caused me. Next I'd cut off your arms maybe your legs, give you some beatings with them. Can you feel the pain? Cut apart your chest rip out your bleeding heart. Take a bite, rip it apart. Can you feel my pain? Tear out your eyeballs, shove them in your rectum, crying and pleading. Can you feel my pain yet? No? How about ripping off your ears so you can't hear? Now I see you are starting to fear. Crying blood and begging for your life. But I end your life with a violent strife. Dearest woman that was so close to me. Why did you make me do this to thee? Your laying in blood and rotten soil, your life no more, I feel somewhat humble. Revenge is taken, my deed is done, you are no more, and in hell you can have fun.
Make me as the Dead that rests, Where I find peace between the pests. As I descent on scarlet snow; The lurid Moon consumes my throe And like the flinch with Her lips, as fast the Moon too eclipsed. A thousand stars that used to worship Her throne, Tried to take my pallor corpse, bleached by overdose. An epitaph on my altar; I am nothing to life... Marooned on a purling shore red blood stained its yore. Under the peering, crescent, waxing Moon, Her glare became phosphoric to my Tomb. Daemons weaved, trodden anew, Under the raven Moon that grew. Occluded like two lovers at Death. Death's door trapped my final breath. And when I became Her canvas; that deviant in crimson myrrh, A little Red Riding Hood to Her? Porcelain stars scorn my art enthralled now by the spade-like card. On my way too Summerland; "In the stele woods we kiss, Thistled ruin, constructed by my dreams, Odiferous, yet Magickal -A suicide in my bed. Smiling through the teeth of my Razor, I hang by Her lunar noose instead." Orchestrated by Mater Mors Her precious Daughter's cunt sown closed...
WITCH There's no mis-leadin any sane of mind to think a witch is any other kind than one who'll lead you to your fall and never bat an eye at all nor care about one argument you find; there's no good witch, unless she's burnin' fast and leavin to here-after; in the past! and if you think ones' spell is good you've never fully understood, tis from the dark she calls her spells to cast! Her way is vile--she's got the evil eye, and never doubt, if needs be, she can fly; she'll lead you down the primrose path before she lets you know her wrath; by then the harm's been done, and you will cry or maybe even die. © ron wilson aka vee Bdosa the doylestown poet
The prince of the power of the air along with his children 666, Love is dead until we fancy another route of passing? Chasing after the wind in twilight excursion of light, Love is dead ever since the 1960's burning bras Feministic women amazons invading our every portal of death Viscious long hanging fangs that bite hanging down dripping blood off side We often run away to hide in fashionable sway, We can't even hold the door for our neighbor anymore? Blackened hearts chosing death's door cement, Broadened venues of pornography & red light districts A slurrpy & pop rocks, Love is dead we have inherited lust from the children of the damned! In sharp contrast toward what Warhol's intent of past exposure Move over rover and let the fakes take over Pagans branded with dire evil teeth losing sleep Gone our the days of Little House & the prairie Not to mention Little Bo Peep! Perhaps its that time we take a leak? Inner circles broadened cliches in imaginative scope Can even cope when you have an old spice soap on the rope In certain circles vain cliches again best to hold my breath to count to the number ten? Love is dead but God is still alive Love is Hollywood philisophical fake promotion Phat Kats with blue hats sipping on some magic potion Rubbing their fake boobies down with Tropicana lotion Love is dead what is going on in the societal mindset head? We have erected fabricated idols out of vanity Vanity of Vanity all is vanity! We squeeze money out of the imaginary machine turning green Just to watch that Obama dream? If you ask me were still living in the evil land of mean!
Death stands knocking at my door "Go away" I scream, "Go away" But he chooses only to ignore And not listen to what I say He keeps peering through my windows Looking for a way, to enter in While making subtle innuendos About the kind of person I've been Ever knocking, he will not leave Trying to get my attention His subliminal messages I receive That tells of his evil intention I keep hearing him knocking, every hour He will not let me sleep Holding me captive, with his evil power Ever chasing my soul to reap Knocking, knocking, knocking His cadence is driving me mad My fear, he's continuously mocking Envading what dreams I've had Then his knocking suddenly disappears As silence now rings in my head Maddness has overtaken my fears Or death has won, and I'm dead
Once, on a night so dark that even the owl could not see, There came to be, An evil entity. It was so evil in fact, That not even the night could hold it back. The night tried and tried it did, But entrance to the land was finally bid. So evil romped and stomped across the place, And it would not be erased. The people fought and battled, But it continued to eat the cattle. It consumed the stock and the place, The people had not the time to pace. Now the evils belly was filled, And the valley of Hallowed Een was tilled. This is the story we all celebrate, On October 31, when open is the gate.
Lightning, thunder. Life's a blunder Drops of rain. Feeling pain. Velvet rose. Evil grows. Crimson blood starts to flood. Darkened hearts fall apart. Bloody nails, evil trails. Moaning, crying, hear the dying. Crescent moon. Way to soon. Then night falls. You hear death call. It's your turn in hell to burn. You hear a swish you make a wish. You wish to live. For God to give Give a chance to skip this dance. The dance with death that you have yet Yet to try. Today you die. You have sinned. You won't win. You hear a screech, its time to meet. Meet the dead that you have lead. Lead to you way too soon. Heart in shock. Your body locked. It's time to die but you don't cry. You start to pray to live today. You say to God: I've been caught. I know I've lied, I haven't tried. I've sinned a lot so death you brought. Please forgive and let me live. I'll live for you and I'll be true. No more lies. I will try. ...But before you know, you have died... ©2009 ~FR34K0N4L345H33
Into the restless violent light A hungry soul to trespass the night Flash bang fire in streetlight glare The walking carcass of torrential despair. ~ Deep sunk eyes in mangled cure This heartbeat pumps the blood of pure Evilness that relies on pain The hungry soul in restless gain. ~ Fortunate paths on the Jesus cross Where stop lights dim and love is a loss Anger floats in stripping gauge A couple gives life to price the wage. ~ To then the night draws in the mind Needless souls devouring time Led astray to fell the night Separated, less gripping tight. ~ A puncture glistens this now stained knife As the dying husband sheds tear for his wife This hungry soul plunders his sin As the evil encompasses the skin. ~ Night falls dawn to horizon fare The evil withdraws within the lair Til moon arrives in blood tint glow To feed another hungry soul. ~ ~ By:Darren J McMurray March 3, 2009
A cascade of blood flowed down the steps, but the swish of the sword hadn't finished yet Cutting through sinew bones and veins, torturing men faceless no-names Dripping in blood and bellowing in lust, a man with no fear low sight for the just Pillaging villages putting heads on spikes, raging with evil with hatred he strikes Riding through deserts with bones all around, these are his leavings on the roadside are found A warning to others don't knock on this door, or your head may end up rolling the floor Mounting his hellion he rides the wind, a horrible form eyes shine with sin This evil does travel and may gallop through town, bolt your doors and keep your head down All through the ages this evil floods, gushing through streets as rivers of blood
Deepening black of the coming night Foretelling of the evil things to come Swirling black clouds filled with might The blackened place that hate comes from Senses sharpened, sight honed blade sharp Keen eyes searching in the blanketing fog Tick tock tick... sanity of mind departs Terror leaps from behind the broken old log High pitched keening swells in broken notes Rushing blood pummel confinements of the mind Teasing wind shrieks and playfully gloats your sanity is missing, left for you to find Pervading evil and madness glittering cold Bone shattering lonliness fills your soul Terror... terror... terror... vicious hold Paralyzed in a death that is dishonorable
Through a chosen vine Grafted in a space in time aligned within, A sequential vast spectrum in time The vast amount of its sequential thought In the significant amount of delegation In scorn attributes within vast decorum reflective swift innocence; Through a chosen vine inhabited with a reflection... A vast introduction into the peril depths unknown, We then lingered into its pillage with pilgrim's progress; In meek excursion too significant for remembrance We then often wander as if some nomadic tribesmen alone A tender ear to soothe then numb its inner pain. In deep sequential host of fervor slightly insanity Within vile madness its saddening pitch fork erect From a sought after chilled resolution inside Brande by ivy briars with the tension of an influx in fear I have shed a single tear to help numb the inner torn pain Searching aimlessly yet ignoring the light inside Strict adherance to the law branded through its desolation filled ivy briars influx sway A twig suddenly crushed through the evil head on Satan's blow Tormented skulls fragmented to summon its beckoning call A heart tormented in sullen wicked evil asps that bite with fright A heart tormented in sullen wicked asps that bite again, Having viscious fangs dripping blood off side A pagan dance trampled through its error on course In violent ties scorched in tormented mediocrity; Was once neglected then saddened within approach. A forbidden promise made in the dark.
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 !
They're fairies in the yard tonight, I saw their silver twinkling lights, they're spreading magic fairy dust, to heal the wounds that broke our trust. The garden gnomes have come to life, to mend our souls so wracked with strife, their curly shoes are capped with bells, they sing a song of mending spells. The magic of this place is strong, I wonder why things went so wrong, I need to cry or I will pop, but fear the tears will never stop. The calmness of the lake belies the sorrow deep behind our eyes, I pray but wonder if God sees man's inhuman evil deeds. They're fairies in the yard tonight, I wish they could make all things right, the garden gnomes let their spells fly, and I am left to wonder why. All the peace and beauty's gone, and life is just a mourning song, So now I just avert my eyes, and evil comes as no surprise.
What dark evil powers, has Satan held in secret, in escrow, till when he feels like feeding And innocent souls serve him as his fuel When his disciples, crazed and spellbound... become his soul controlled tool I have had my taste of murder, It's touched my life more than once, It's burned dark scars, inside my head, Before my eyes... I've seen the live... turned into the dead And this at a tender age, impressive it well was In a way so negative effecting, this evil that one does No way you can explain it, At least not to me, I've seen it, Up close and personal, A sight I hope you never see.
Kahlia's Mission All white moonshine heroine spectral gaze of needle point stars lighting your way to holy city. Streamlined like a wraith, as silent as the earth, aviation fuel blood in your veins. Calm pilot at your controls, autopilot plotting your doomsday course to a target over the horizon. One small bomb recessed under your white belly, large destructive power for one million dead. Back to their base gasses, atomised. Not long now, digital clock ticks away the start of Kahlia Akasha's nuclear bomb run on an innocent Iranian city. What price World War 3? No innocents on a planet of guilty people.
Will you Recognize the evil when it smiles and shakes your hand? As It tells you lies that open you eyes and poison your foods with Chemical tools. Better health long life is the Promise you cannot top this! There is no promise more false in this land more readly believed then the Gospel. Yet given a close insepection the cancer of this reflection is evident in the the way you die today. So i say to you as we go to war, Who among you,WHo among you has looked deeply at the man in charge? Is his faith real or is it a shadow of a former lie? A lie told to a differant nation under the same disguise of Liberty Justice and the Nazi Dream. This war is not the first and although many feel it will be the last. The whole world destroyied in one hot flash. Man as a race has been here before thousand of years ago we knocked on this door. So long ago that the memorey is all but gone. I've been told im like a man who had a dream,I'm not what i seem. 1947 is the year to recall weve won the war were the words printed Tall! The war is over and what did we get? Scientist compleete with there gifts! Gifts of war and hate to recruit to our side. Them and there families taken in with Pride! Look for them now you know who they are running the show and not from afar. So ill ask you one more time. Will you Recognize real evil when it smiles and shakes your hand? I do and its ruling our land!
Sitting in the corner looking out my window Is it real this time or just a shadow I spot that old black crow Then I for sure truly know A new bottle whiskey comforting me Who is that coming up fast upon me I see Another demon searching for me again From a blurry haze I raise my lingering chin The reaper has his scythe pointed right at my heart Is this the true breaking point trying to tear it all apart A longing still burning in my old lost soul Same familiar stinging and gaping hole My mind lost of all thoughts shared Pondering if anyone ever truly cared Slip right into my own personal fantasy My grand and cherished escape from reality The only words that matter are the ones left unspoken And the only true good ones left are ever so broken Looking into the mirror reflecting the one I've become Painfully and slowly fading all who have gone and have come Once friends turned enemies Such as remaining memories The one me no longer dwells here Emotionless the only feeling left fear Fear for who I am from this point on The one I once was back then is now gone Faded away such as my empathy For all cruel people left no more sympathy If this is the end of me Just let it all just be Let me burn out with pride As I take my very last ride A sad song I ride put on to So goodbye I now say to you
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
The past worst distraction for the future No remedy to stop the yearn for an adventure Here once again so heavily breathing In my mind so deeply I'm dreaming So far away is excitement from my feelings No longer do I listen to these teachings Another hero has died once again As the villain grand rise starts to begin A endless story without an end High on your horse with hypocrisy in mind Searching for any probable cause of some kind No meaning to any lives lost or saved Personal gratification we all so craved Now is gone from everywhere but our memories Once were our closest friends now only enemies Stuck between heaven and hell such a thin line That has become much weaker over passed time Now the time rang to change who I remain Now I'm forced to go farther truly insane
Turn back the sheets to be under Mind not storm and mind not thunder Sleep -O, sleep to be the wonder See not the ghost eye stark! Shut out ghostly faces hailing Till the morning and the wailing And the ghostly voices failing Fear not the dark! Move into days not to number Move into a gentle somber Move into the mist and slumber Fear not the evil bark. Hear not ghostly voices calling Hear not of your sprit falling Hear not of your scream appalling Fear not the dark! See not ghostly mist go yearning See not ghostly spirits turning See not ghostly light hell burning Fear not the ghost eye stark! Touch the wind cold and sleeting Touch the cold heart stop beating Touch the light glowing fleeting Fear not the dark! I give to you not a warning I give to you gifts of morning I give to you no bell horning Fear not the evil bark. Sleep in peace evil out-driven Sleep in peace fear un-shriven Sleep in peace so be forgiven Fear not the dark! Sleep not craven or unseemly With no night light gleaming dimly See no ghost-face watching grimly Fear not the ghost eye stark! Faith of heart, must not be taken Or from shadows of night shaken Never will you be forsaken Fear not the dark!
Killing & Mameing makes you happy,In the eyes of the free world you are seemingly Whackey!Terrorist's who love to toss the Grenade,Running and hideing like a true Renegade. You love to instill anguishing pain in'st your fellow man!, Cutting and slashing as a real demon can,getting your way no matter what,Killing and hurting with guns and even a cut.You single Americans out of all men as God is watching, He'll make you pay for your sin! Blood and torture be's your main theme,Killing and pain your only dream! If demonstrations you had tried instead,The world would be happy minus bloodshed! Quit being selfish, trying to reach your evil goal,Violence and death T'will put you in Hell as body and soul!! Look out Terrorist's and beware!, the U.S. of A, ye shall no longer scare as long as you try your evil way, all free men shall make you pay!
She commissioned her good humour to put up with it once more. A reoccurring miscreant still knocking at her door. A demon spawn of evil tricks he beckons her to open, Incessant little parasite his ritual nary broken. Away the door - it shuffles in without a care implore She grasps the tome of many creatures and forgotten lore. A paragraph within it's pages brings a mental sight The demon spawn of loathsome evil listens to the plight Tired from the sinful stories that were encased within She puts the Book beside the spawn that put her in the spin Her snoring became silence as a quiet moment rose Her weary face no longer knotted was now a happy glow. His tiny fingers touch her face, obliviously adored, "I love you nana" he exclaimed and gently shut the door.
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.
It's amazing how evil is spread Look at Hitler and Saddam Hussein Brainwashing innocent people Making them play their game The people are driver by fear After having torture thrown in their face To scared to do anything but adore The dictator of their race At the beginning they must know that it's wrong To hurt or harm an innocent soul But after a while the guilt wears away The evil has full control The poor people of his country are puppets To play and do with as is pleased If they don't conform to his demands The trigger of the gun is squeezed Disregarded of like useless dolls Treated like mindless slaves Not daring to make a stand Against the dictators evil ways It must seem easier to side with evil Then to be tortured for being strong But when the evil is conquered They may feel that decision was wrong Their weakness will be avenged By the people evil did not touch They will live to regret That evil affected them so much