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Tammy M Darby Oct 2018
In the hours of cold morning mist
Come schizophrenia and creativity's loving tryst
Their offspring
Irrational thoughts of course insist
Madness is preferable to reality
Often desired and endlessly pursued

Come forth
The golden hours of light
The nebulous darkness
Cowers with weakness and fright  
Irrational thoughts laughing insist
After much consideration
Madness is preferable to reality

But the night must have its say
Its arrival announced by the falling of the day  
Naughty children
Irrational thoughts unyielding insist
Madness is preferable to reality

@ copyright Tammy M Darby October 21,  2018.
Sep 2018 · 7.6k
The CIA
Tammy M Darby Sep 2018
They are checking their list and checking it twice
Making a note whose leaning left or right
The CIA is coming to town.

They know when your cheating on your taxes
Checking Facebook they know when your awake
When your smoking Humboldt ****
Or chatting online with the Russians
So knock off for goodness sake

With hidden accounts offshore
Track and keep score
They know exactly who you are voting for
The CIA is coming to town.

OOOOOOOOOO you better watch out
You better not shout
You better be good
Check under the hood ( boooom)
The CIA is coming to tooooooooooooown

Dont panic........ its Political Satire folks

@ copyright Tammy M Darby Sept. 6, 2018
Tammy M Darby Aug 2018
The yearning gentleman journeyed near and far
Hoping to acquire his long-sought heart's desire
Pictures carefully painted from a copy of a euphoric time
A multitude of young memories drawn from an aging mind

From storybooks he conjured up the delicate princess and the pea
Next came the white-eyed fairy beauty sailing deep lavender seas
Red headed was the other with eyes of fire
Nought satisfied his slowing blood
And hearts desire

Life with a light kiss
Sprinkled upon him a touch of madness and sublime
Flung before him mountains with invisible peaks to climb

Sympathetic were the gods in their mercy
In forever withholding the knowledge
Alas there were no princesses to rescue
And no more fire breathing dragons

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Tammy M Darby Jun 2018
Instead fear the spirits that now inhabitant your heart
Those whom you have betrayed in love
Tremble in trepidation of these souls
Whose sadness was birthed in deception and treachery
Grown and watered with greed in bitter soil
And whose eyes now see nothing but hate
That await dipped in anger behind a silent door

Fear not who dwells below you
Or he that dwells above
Instead, live in trepidation of  ghosts that now inhabitant your life and heart
Those whom you have betrayed in love

May every strained breath be rife with regret
Every thought tainted with fear and blood
It is not who dwells above or below you should fear
Dread the wraiths you have betrayed in love

All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M. Darby June 12, 2018.
May 2018 · 873
A Flaw in our Species
Tammy M Darby May 2018
I cannot comprehend the constant yearning for attachment
Though it is a slow poison
For some an ongoing destruction
Still it is constantly sought
This emotion they call love

That word I can hardly force my lips to say
With a sweet taste in my mouth
I can only describe it from experience
As a weakness of flesh and bone
A flaw in our species

Foolish and naive
We are all easily swayed by soft warm words and singular adoration
Dressed in hidden agendas
And always conveniently ignored
As the blood pumps through an eager heart
The stricken spirit to the heavens soar

What does one find in such a blind affection
That will drive you to your knees on a cold stone floor
Sacrifice your soul and turn logic into chaos
Still your heart without a thought
Take away breath from one who is already breathless
Until at last there is nothing left
And no more to say

It is that word I can hardly bring my lips to say
Without a sour taste in my mouth
I call it a weakness of flesh and bone
A genetic deficiency of **** sapiens
The failing of being human
A flaw in our species

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May 2018 · 1.9k
When the last war began
Tammy M Darby May 2018
When the Last War began
It had been 15 minutes since the first missiles were launched and NY had no warning before it hit, entire blocks were obliterated, debris, brick, and stone mixed with flesh as horrified onlookers had only a second of recognition, before they too were nothing but melting skin, then ash as the radiation spread like a broken dam. A firestorm consumed all in its wake and deaths sister continued to rain down poison and rattled the earth in the aftershock of devastation.

New York City, Los Angeles, and Washington D.C. had been hit only minutes apart and the smell of fire and blood filled the rubble-strewn streets, those that did not perish instantly were killed by flying shards of glass, metal, and other projectiles. The smell of burnt hair infiltrated the nostrils of the soon to be dead as veins and muscle were ripped from the bone in an instantaneous flash. The screams caught in the throats of the victims stopped before they disappeared into flames.

Not one, but four nations had launched missiles in response to the sanctions, the isolation and tightening the noose of the military to strangle countries considered to be the "enemy," by the US.

But Trump's inner circle had miscalculated, the military, his advisors with all their combined minds never truly entertained the idea that Russia or China would attack and were confident the might of the capitalist US and its military would always prevail.

Russia, Iran, North Korea, and China had long been secret allies, laid their plans and patiently awaited the day when the US could no longer hide its intentions and made no effort to do so, openly challenging territories of other nations, promoting economic terrorism, backing extremist rebels and destroying governments. as they pleased and with impunity.

The lack of, "freedom and democracy," were frequently used an excuse for the invasion of unfriendly countries, along with the seizure of assets and resources, strategic position, or refusal to use the currency of the United States.

So they fired the missiles and dropped the bombs. The people of all nations had depended on their governments to use diplomacy to negotiate the differences that were the basis of the conflict. They never expected a real nuclear conflict to occur until it came as deaths face to their door, like a flash of red light before the darkness claimed them.

And so the last war began.

My first try at writing a short story

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May 2018 · 192
The Four Horsemen
Tammy M Darby May 2018
On the fourth moon
The fourth month
The fourth day
The heavens burst open blinding sinners
When before them a path of gold was laid

Riding on beams of righteousness
Came four horsemen with swords ablaze
Each a different color
  Black, red, white and green
Before them the flaming words say

The avengers of God
Dispensers of justice
No evil has the power to sway
And so commanded by the almighty
The four horsemen
When began the second coming
The holy wait silently and patiently for the day

Foretold by the disciples
On the fourth moon
The fourth month
The fourth day
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Tammy M Darby May 2018
As the sinewy flesh slowly frays and pulls apart
The final futile struggles of dying blood
The memories of evil acts
Torn from the dark
Flow in a torrent through leaky valves
A regretful flood

With every beat, beat, beat, of the heart
Demanding their just dues
The ghosts of your past cruelty
No longer in fear of you
Have at last come to call

You were told in written word long ago
There was a price for each red drop
And you shall pay each and every day for your hateful hands
Until your pitiful cold heart finally seizes and stops.

You starting counting the beats in your chest
One by one
Wishing in your mind there were more sunrises
  There will be only the last setting of the sun

So with every thud, thud, thud,
Of your poor heart
With each labored breath
From the darkness closing on the mind
You pray on your knees and beg for just another day
Hoping to sate the gods with stolen gold
The fates refuse,
And turn away

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Apr 2018 · 1.9k
Skeletons
Tammy M Darby Apr 2018
I display my collection of skeletons openly on my wrist
Only employing their usage if someone carelessly insists
They jingle, jangle, clack
My bleached bracelet of many bones
Clattering and bumping into each other
Waiting for a black corner to call home

I wear my assemblage of dancing skeletons on my wrist
Dangerous they are
Besotted with madness  
Sometimes I simply cannot resist

Taking one, two or perhaps three and giving them a toss
Calling secrets from their crafted tombs
Time, deeds and scars
Glittering jewels of a humans emotional wall

So if you see me with bones around my wrist
Cease your scheming despot take heed and desist
Lest I take another one of these skeletons and give it a toss
And watch your dreams descend into that they call
The long walk.


@ copyright Tammy M. Darby April 11, 2018.
Apr 2018 · 268
Respectfully yours, Death
Tammy M Darby Apr 2018
I care if little you pass by disease, gun or knife
Only that I have your pulsing life
You may jump off tall buildings or plunge into the sea
As long as your dead
That is how it must be

You may drive your car off the highest cliff
Or fall from metal planes in the skies
Understand it is of no concern to me
As long as you are not left alive

Counting the souls one thousand and ten score
Its become quite evident
I will require many more

Go to your grave by the hand of man
Or befell by sickness become ill
Die how you wish that's your choice
Because I have a quota to fill

You cannot escape me by conspiring
Or upon me devils beset
I am here for you
Your name is on my list
Respectfully yours
Death


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Feb 2018 · 437
The House of Grief
Tammy M Darby Feb 2018
When asked where he dwell
He replied
In the house of grief.
My heart is broken and soul torn
Bound to a memory
A decaying corpse
That died gasping in my arms
Her name upon my trembling lips

As life left my beloveds body
Though now long placed in the ground
Those who know me mutter under their breath
They say she makes no sound
And I am insane

In the endless aching hours
And long watches of the night
A wraith appears before me
When the red tailed comet flies

The moon is on the wane
Reflected in the waters eye
In between the cold worlds
I listen for her cries


I asked gently with pity
Why is it must you stay  
Until your mind can bear no more
  Forever and a day

He replied
By mans law she is dead
Her body in the ground
I watched them lovingly lay
In my insanity she lives
Curse them I care not what they say

So dead he was when it was they found him
It was as he swore
In the house of grief
He remained
Until the time came
She called his name no more



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Tammy M Darby Feb 2018
See little in the breath of life
Despair and strife shadow their hearts  
Cruelly and without mercy command their minds
Darkness touch is ever so blindingly sweet
The light of the living never meet
In the murmurings of a quivering night

Those who worship the God of Death
Seek no glimpses into a heart
Long ago they decreed
All love depart
Forfeiting that which made them human
Sacrificed on the altar of their cold demanding god

Those who worship the God of Death
Wander in silence and stealth
Caring not for influence, lineage or social plight
It is inconsequential
In a world where emanates no light


For them darkness touch is ever so blindingly sweet
The light of the living never meet
In the murmurings of a quivering night
When the world becomes silent and  emanates no light
Those who worship the God of Death delight.

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Jan 2018 · 2.0k
The Gray Snow
Tammy M Darby Jan 2018
Ask Germany for they surely know
The tales of Heil ******, death and gray snow
As the blonde Fraulein's with blue eyes
Strolled the avenues inviting and slow.
Delicate flakes kissed the putrid air
  Neath their feet lay the ashes of innocent souls
The ****** winds of approaching war and salvation would blow.

Oh Germany my liebchen
There is no denial
Mitt dear you were patriotically complacent
Turning your eyes away in shame
Pretending you could not face it

Sipping schnaps ignoring and abetting the genocide from afar
In warm cafes that closed its doors tightly shut
Smugly shunning the arm branded gold stars

6 million and counting were blindly lead to slaughter
There was no preference
Only Jews non human
Beneath their feet
It was of little matter.

Cast your eyes to the floor
For my lady you most surely did know
When the smell of fresh death filled your nostrils
Drifting down from tall stacks
  The scent of pungent thick gray snow

Some would feign surprise
Others of course truly were
But those touched by evil
Denied ****** freely committed and known  
Whence sprang the fire source
The smell of charred flesh
Into the sky ablaze the souls arose  
So came the infamous days
Of falling gray snow.

Tammy M. Darby Jan. 17, 2018.
Dec 2017 · 299
Santa and the Crisco Oil
Tammy M Darby Dec 2017
Awaken from my sleep
With a clitter and a clatter
I sprang from bed and stubbed my toe
Wondering what in the world was the matter
  Racing down stairs I heard a little grunting and groaning
Coming from the fireplace
On the eve of Christmas morning

So up I looked and there he was alive and kicking
Certainly not dead
A white beard covered with dark **** and a woolly suit bright red

I said Hey ole man whats shaking  
You look like your sorta stuck
He replied kinda of angrily turning crimson in the face
Why no I am having lunch

Well said me you are a little fat to be sliding down a chimney
I forgot about my stocking hanging on the mantel
And after that silly remark
I could count on it being empty

So off to the kitchen in a hurry I went
Him mad and about to boil
To fetch what I needed to get the plump fool out
Some good ole crisco oil

Well I lathered him up really well
And began to pull quite hard
  In a minute or two out he popped
Still mad and breathing hard

He was sure glad to get unstuck
And asked me what I wanted for getting him out
You may not believe it but I still write a list
So I knew what his request was about

He asked me very solemnly
If throughout the year I had been good
I hemmed and hawed and weakly replied
Santa don't you think I am a little old

Give me that list he repeated
Bright cheeks all a flush
So I did what I was told without anymore argument
Him being in such a rush
He caught his breath and pulled up his red pants
Walked out the door without even a glance

The next morning I woke up laughing
What a funny strange dream
It must have been that pizza I had for dinner
Because what I had seen could never be

But upon examination
I noticed I was covered with soot and black soil
  So I looked under my tree  
And among the shiny wrapped presents
Was a brand new can of crisco oil

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Tammy M Darby Nov 2017
The cutis anserina raise cold upon your arm
The brain dispatches a foretelling chilling alarm
It is panic that has you in its grasp
I daresay your destiny
Though somewhat delayed come at last

You focus your frightened gaze rapidly from left to right
Wishing the sun break the dawn and begone this haunted night
Your inner voice speaks to you
Turn round if you dare
The hair slowly rises on your neck
The cautious self tells you to beware

Ring covered fingers icy run up your spine
Struggling to remain conscious
Your heart is pounding
Counting breaths you mark the time

Drenched in sweat you stumble headlong into the dark
Unaware an actor on the stage merely playing a part
Flee as far as you wish and swiftly as you can
There is no eluding the touch of fears hand

It is panic that has you in its grasp
The arms of fate
Clutch you to her stone breast and hold you fast
They call your name
You must bow to the gods
And breathe your last

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Nov 2017 · 328
The Fool in an Empty room
Tammy M Darby Nov 2017
In my dream the fool was sitting in an empty room
Emotions rattling in his pocket now painted with gold
Nothing but the sound of the clock hands fall
The air thick with deeds past done
Smiling, paranoia has come to call

You should have heeded the children's tales from long ago
Of King Midas and his shining mountain of gold
The cruel Grinch and the wrinkled greedy old Scrooge
By himself alone he sits
The fool in an empty room

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Nov 2017 · 942
Among the dark poets
Tammy M Darby Nov 2017
From a murky corner I emerge briefly
Penetrating and blinding
Shone the light upon my face

To gush a few words of insanity
If I may say so though tongue in cheek
With a touch of eloquence and grace

A rare moment of clarity though quite fleeting
Upon you my irrational thoughts in verse I endow

Among the dark poets
I willingly take my place
And exit normality with delight and an awkward bow

@ copyright Tammy M. Darby Nov. 16, 2017.
Nov 2017 · 266
The Four Curses
Tammy M Darby Nov 2017
I laid the first curse
While eating wild Lotus seeds
Encased in revenge
To enthrone the power of greed

The second curse wildly spoken went straight through the heart
For the acts committed by one who crave riches
Were very arranged, cruel and dark

The third curse would spew the truth of humiliation
Unexpected violence the teacher
Blows tethered to ego degradation

The fourth curse and most deadly
I flayed the soul alive
With immense satisfaction took one last look
Into cold blue staring eyes

So what was sowed was reaped
Wealth, prominence and land
But death refuses to accept this as payment
And you must bow to his demands

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Tammy M Darby Oct 2017
Please pardon me as from society I quietly withdraw
As chaos rapidly approaches inadvertently consuming us all
I can see no sign of goodness in the heart of humans
No visage of the future as it is submerged in red

Kings of the darkness devoured by greed  
Each sits haughtily on a throne of fire
Rife with the odor of rotting souls and coin
When the Angel of death quietly called

Now burdened with fear at what they had created
That which could not be undone
Drenched in repentance
They fell to their knees
Bowed low their heads and prayed
Alas the hour had passed for forgiveness
And so too dying of the day

Please pardon me as from society I quietly withdraw
As the chaos rapidly approaches inadvertently consuming us all
I can see no sign of goodness in the heart of humans
No visage of the future as it is submerged in red
Alas the hour had passed for forgiveness
So commenced the disappearance of man

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Tammy M Darby Oct 2017
I will respond with the full force of hate
Forever shall your quest for peace
Eyes growing dimmer, old and white headed
The hour rapidly growing late

You heart shall be as stone
Love turn to dust in your mouth
No matter your efforts to make amends
Destruction of another soul
Bears a heavy cost

In the waning hours you begin to understand
That what eagerly awaits you
A double edged sword in avenging hands
For you took from me the ability to love
And your blood is the retribution I demand

So gaze intensely on the image
In silence
In the cold shadows
I have watched and waited
The soul destroyed that stalks you in the darkness
Is now the monster you created

Happy Halloween. Booooooooooo

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Tammy M Darby Oct 2017
From a lovers embrace
Trembling in fear and fright
Concealed they protect their fragile emotions from the beating world
The soul will not bear another failed romance

Too afraid to seek touch and its demands
Shunning the living with teary eyes and shaking hands
Loneliness becoming destiny and inevitably fate
Love slowly slips beyond their feeble reach

If only the past was a dream that would die
Broken promises sleep night after night by their side
Stilling their lips
The cries cant be heard
As hate destroys their heart
Poisoning and stifling their words

So some people hide their love in the dark
From a lovers embrace
Trembling in fear and fright
They choose to dispense with love
And the risk of chance
Concealed they protect their fragile emotions from the beating world
The soul will not bear another failed romance

All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M. Darby Oct. 23, 2017.
Tammy M Darby Oct 2017
Strong timbers began their transition into locust wood
While stones and mortar that were proud walls
Began their slow decay

No longer will it be the bond of a structure
Lacking in strength
Made weaker by passing days
So began the process of disrepair
Soon in a useless pile they would lay

The roof
Stolen shelter
Would now offer a passage
Providing entrance for tears of rain

And upon utterance of words by the dark silhouette
The heart of the dwelling pitted
Slowly collapsed in ruination
Once the harbor of a deep love
Now merely a rotted foundation

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Tammy M Darby Oct 2017
With no conscience bombs were dropped
The bodies of children lay scattered
Hearts forever stopped
Home and families destroyed
Blood ran the streets
Welcome to Freedom and Democracy

They looked away
While millions died
The elected leader
By the US decried
We are here to help they said
Spreading their disease
Welcome to Freedom and Democracy

So they ***** the land
The oil and minerals seized
Welcome to Freedom and Democracy
The stars and stripes of death
Gently waves in the breeze
Welcome to Freedom and Democracy

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Oct 2017 · 213
Halloween
Tammy M Darby Oct 2017
Its time when orange pumpkins litter the ground,
And moaning ghosts bored float around.
Witches, goblins, imps and sprites,
Consumed with excitement
Prepare for this night.

Teeth of the vampire,  
A horses feet,
Small humans ringing doorbells,
Boldly demanding treats.

A big orange moon,
Red eyes agleam,
To the creatures of the night,
Happy Halloween.

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Tammy M Darby Oct 2017
I did not curse you with the hand of death
The cloak of gloom
The hand of doom
Instead, I cast my spell upon your heart

Forever entangled in turmoil and strife
An unsettled wanting life
Weakening the beats will cease
****** to seek a love
That does not exist
Nor ever will reveal itself
In the call of the morning or the songs of the night

Vengeance comes in many forms
Lying in wait unsated to be called
It befalls the unaware when least expected
The war between mind and soul
Tormenting endless storms

But take courage and cease trembling
I did not curse you with the hand of death
The cloak of doom
Ghosts of the dark
For I have no pity
I cast my spell upon your failing heart

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Tammy M Darby Oct 2017
And when confronted retreating to the shadows
They flee
To plot evil conflict and lies
Secret the numbers that burn their skin

Those of the darkness fear the light
Reveling in the night
Condemned lost forever in their chosen plight
They bear the mark of the beast
666

Those of the darkness fear the light
The words and vengeance of the golden angels
Silver wings spread blinding
Replete with truth
From shriveled priests
The godly songs unsung and unseen for a thousand years

Those of the darkness fear the light
For the war of the universe will come
As written in the book that those unclean cannot read
And the holy battle those who bear the mark
No longer will the world be shadows and dark

Because those of the darkness fear the light

All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M. Darby Oct.12, 2017.
Oct 2017 · 752
In A Witches Eye
Tammy M Darby Oct 2017
Tis a full blood moon
Shining in a witches eye
The ****** winds blow crossways
As the hour draws nigh

The ghosts rattle their wispy chains
Soulless red smiling demons scream
The night of all nights the poltergeists whisper
Haunting voices that cannot be seen


Black dressed hags riding brooms star high
Cackling cast their spells
Halt the waves of time
Those who speak no more in coffins
When commanded would rise

For it’s a full red moon
In a witch’s eye.
When the creatures of darkness
Frolic round an enchanted fire

The dance of the werewolves continued
So the cold night tells
Not a single trace will ever be found
Where those of the underworld dwell


Gaze deeply into the dancing flames
But beware, careless humans,
Of that which may be seen
When orange goblins of the blood moon
Celebrate Hallows Eve

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Sep 2017 · 423
Regret
Tammy M Darby Sep 2017
I do not desire the kiss of death by serpent
Show its mark upon your hand
Nor the bite of the yellow scorpion be visible to the eye
With its stinging red brand

I will not invite willingly with intent
Disease in disguise to befall you
For I know the songs
That dark shadows sing
Oh so quietly they call to you

Instead I lay this curse upon you
By my hand no blood will I let
Shall you forever be beleaguered
By the emotion that destroys completely
That of perpetual regret.

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Sep 2017 · 396
Those that Can
Tammy M Darby Sep 2017
Those that have the gift of writing write.  Those that dont plagiarize
Tammy M Darby Aug 2017
Yet your soul withers and is dying
Mayhaps you were mistaken in your choice
Regretting the decisions  
The words were spoken in anger by a cruel voice

The smug triumphant demeanor
In shame long forsaken and lost
The desolate chill in early winter of the senses
Now comes the metastasis of feared black frost

You have in your hand all you desired
Yet silent in torment, your spirit weeps
Rest comes without in the guise of exhaustion
A weary conscience infected sleep

I say again
You have in your hand all you desired
Pray tell what madness in your mind have you sired
Though with company
Still alone in a cold empty room
‘With a slowly dwindling fire
But at least you have in your hand all you desired
Aug 2017 · 192
I will not Love
Tammy M Darby Aug 2017
Love the sentiment of fools I concede
By betrayal it was banished from my breast
It is absent from my soul
Replaced by a cool dissecting glance
One of acknowledgement
But offered only by chance
I cannot love

Barely acknowledging affection
More likely my response to approach
Rejection
And upon deep penetrative reflection
'I have no desire to be worshiped or admired from near or afar
As they say my soul lit afire in exhilaration
With a flame that will never be quenched
To grasp for a star that is beyond my reach
An unending yearning that will never cease
A spirit that will find no peace
I will not love

Swearing my oath to he who is good above
And to he who skulks below
For to them it is already known
I will not love

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Tammy M Darby Jul 2017
Thoughts fester and wallow in retrospection
Regret reclines upon your left shoulder
Gloom unforgiving sits upon your right
Prodigious and ever bolder
Attired in the colors of the night

Vacant is the once brilliant soul
It's path freely chosen
Ah unwelcoming heart bloodless and morose
Once pulsating with love and life now infinitely frozen

Indeed it becomes you
As glittering tomorrows metamorphose into yesterdays
Anger devours the futile effort
To unburden one's self of taunting shades
No words of this world shall relay to that which awaits
The unwavering constant confusion
When the moon grows dark on the wane

When Regret at leisure sits upon your left hand
Gloom hushed and brooding
Convenes with melancholy upon your right
Come the watching murmuring somber shadows
Provoking madness in the mind.

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Apr 2017 · 3.4k
And the Bough Will Break
Tammy M Darby Apr 2017
When the sweet winds blow
A silent ophidian
Slumbers with in the lifeless soul
The words of hate borne proudly by the sender
And the act of revenge
From the serpents bite render

And the bough will break
Under the weight of a brittle heart
The perfume of stale bitterness
Do the drifting breezes impart
For there is no logic to be found
In the deep caverns of the heart

So the bough will break
The branch weakened fell broken and decayed
And the burden of love over my eyes did lay
Happiness shrouded by despair now forever stay
Though its said the light commands all
And darkness shun the day

The bough will break.

@ copyright Tammy M. Darby April 5, 2017
Mar 2017 · 952
The Last Coming
Tammy M Darby Mar 2017
The lust for destruction of the souls
Gods hand refused to stay
While the Lucifers power ruled this earth
And black minds he would sway

The desire for mayhem and gold
Govern their embolden lies
God in his mercy allowed these living marked 666 to remain so
Not once
But twice.

The third time however
Azrael began to call
The earth shivered, the stars wept when it began
The last coming 
The judgment of us all.

The Parchment was unrolled to reveal,
The evil atrocities executed in the dark.
No pleading or cries for the deeds, against humanity
Bear seeds of atonement from those empty of heart.

So, one by one the dominion of angels
Swords of divine light
Did come,
The first through the seventh sang the holy notes
Until the last song was sung.

The names of that condemned will never again be spoken,
Nor ever found in the book of gold.
They exist now only in the bowels of the earth,
An ephemeral memory to be told.

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Tammy M Darby Mar 2017
Drunk with madness and spirits
With the devil, they whirl

Dressed in daggers pockets ring with coin
The skies feared the words of the night birds’ song
The cold brook whispered of blood on the rocks
The half-moon bowed to the Lord of dark

Hand in hand with the Horned God dance
Frenzied and ensnared in evils trance
Kneel to him who fears the touch of light
So passed the willing victims
And their souls lept high

Wayward souls of the conscious world
Drunk with madness and spirits
With the devil, they whirl

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Tammy M Darby Mar 2017
Before opening the door of the lost
Perchance I will find the healing salve I seek
Its warmth melt the forlorn depths of my heart

Only emptiness remaining
Leaving the soul hollow and soiled
No longer the betrayer love control my emotions
Bitterness the ruler of my isolated world

So, pardon if soon I speak no more
As I ponder for a reason to live
I pause before entering the entrance way of the ghosts
And only a backward glance do I give

Gazing into the fourth dimension
Looking back, I see what was
What is
And what will be no more
Only a  backward glance do I give
Before stepping through the vanishing door

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Tammy M Darby Feb 2017
Does your soul writhe in guilt in the depths of the night?
Do you drift through the universe
When sleep gently kisses your deceitful brow?
In a fragmented world
As you carelessly dream
And I silently scream

Wandering idly with little thought of others
Stumbling foolishly from star to star
Closing your eyes to the affliction
Casting glances on hearts afar
In your dreams
Do you hear my screams?

Does your soul tremble with remembrance of words?
In the black of the night?
As I spread my dark wings of vengeance
Ascending fiercely
Into waiting fiery skies
While I dream
And you scream

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Tammy M Darby Feb 2017
To my friend from Down Under



I was driving down the road and what did I see
But a grasshopper with his pants on fire
With a snake hot on his tail he was moving his feet
That grasshopper with his pants on fire

Hopping high as he could go
A moving fast and ducking low
That grasshopper with his pants on fire
Well the snake was closing in and his race was soon to end
With that grasshopper with his pants on fire

The hopper tightened up his hopping
The snake knew there was no stopping
That grasshopper with his pants on fire

He’s got long legs for a reason
He's the toast of the season
Silly grasshopper with his pants on fire


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Feb 2017 · 3.6k
The Golden Goblet
Tammy M Darby Feb 2017
Rest your weary body
Drink from my golden goblet
The most delicate and finest of wines
A potion of wild raspberries, bitterness and jeering contempt
Assault the light that dare not shine

It is the elixir of a dispassionate heart
If you possess no fear
Taste the confectionery of sadness call
Where love frightened evades approach
Upon remembrance of the long dark fall

Sip from the golden goblet
Taste the cruel sweetness of pain
Damnation to those who denounce the motive behind the actions
Until the bed of anguish you have lain

But these rare wines have no equal in quality
Defiled by evil and cursed with shame
The unquenchable thirst for blood taints the golden rim
As the murderous night slew the rising of the day

So lift high the golden goblet and drink  
An immortal taste of time
Accompany me into the world of melancholy
Where is served the most of exquisite wines
Come close now the hour when words become whispers
Demanding recompense for the crimes.

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Written for the Monster
Tammy M Darby Feb 2017
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.
Dec 2016 · 1.7k
At Loves Insistence
Tammy M Darby Dec 2016
Allowing my heart to plummet into iridescent spiraling tides Dipping my thoughts into iridescent spiraling tides
Trailed my fingers through the cold waters of the mind
Releasing thoughts from the subconscious purposely hidden
That by self-command were long forbidden

Reviving emotions once deliberately struck from thought
The body a pale failing vessel
The faint beat of a frail heart

In my, despair I leaped into the waters of time
Disappearing into gathering memories
Chose not to rise
Preferring a surreal obscure existence
Immersed in rivers of doubt  
At loves insistence

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Tammy M Darby Dec 2016
Call to me gently, laughing
Rules Death the King

Beckoning me fiercely onward
Vixens of love spurned sing
Their voices tempestuous and stormy
Furious as madman’s dream

The unceasing strum of insanity’s strings
Dementia led many poor souls astray
They pass through the ingress of the forgotten
A pity never more see the life of day

Powerless to resist the satin coffin of coldness
Or the music winged harpies sing.
Doomed to the end of eternity
To bear the misfortune
Of the unceasing strum of insanity's strings


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Tammy M Darby Dec 2016
What then would be my crime?
Shunning loves shrewd face
Drenched with false affection
For the universe of words and rhyme

To whom shall it matter
If I am no more
The insects of social web?
Lying snake tongues devoid of goodness
Through their veins the blood of deceit ebbs.

If I should draw black curtains
Turning head forever from light
Abandoning consciousness
Locking and sealing realities door
Possessing no beginning or end
Descending into the unknown
What then would be my crime?

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Dec 2016 · 1.9k
The Queen and the Dragon
Tammy M Darby Dec 2016
Her feathered cloak was threaded with the gold of the sun
To the queen, celestial bodies did bow
She walks upon still reflections of a pale flaxen moon
Emerald 12-point crown resting upon innocent brow

So came the fire breathing scaled red dragon
To devour the coming male child
So the rotting script told
Whose birth would be challenged by open battle
Transcended from the legends of old

The jade eyed dragon of a human’s dream
  Burnt away innumerable points of light
The creatures flames were all-consuming
The weapons of his strength and might

In fury and anger with bellowing sound
Sharp claws dripping with evil
Ripped through quivering walls of time
Igniting shimmering waves of reality
Reflected off the emerald crown

The dragon’s breath laced with smoke and poison
Alas would avail him naught
Defeated, disgraced and overcome
Spread dark wings and from the queen took flight

The screaming male child born with mercies hand to rule
Paused his breath to hear Gods cry
Ascended to the throne of he who created the world
Forever in the golden house to stand at his side.

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Tammy M Darby Dec 2016
You are being lied to by the government about Syria the same way they lied to you about the conflict in the Ukraine. Not only is your tax dollars funding covert, illegal operations and violating Syria's sovereignty as a nation, you also are paying for refugees who are being brought here that may be terrorists. I cannot believe Americans tolerate the theft of their money to promote war and line the pockets of the evil people who profit from the blood and death of innocents during this conflicts........................
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Dec 2016 · 555
What is that you seek?
Tammy M Darby Dec 2016
In the dimensions of your mind
Passions depth unfathomable as the raging seas
Love never ending across the vast universe and time?

What is it you seek?
In the obscurity of your dreams
A utopian false existence,
An unrealistic thirsting need?

What is it that you seek?
Perhaps blood payment,
For the plunge of the knife.
The continuous chaos,
Of an involuntary imposed life.
What is it that you seek?

Wealth and diamonds beyond all the tell.
Rings of red rubies as in the stories of forever and always,
Crowns of scrolled silver and bangles of yellow gold.
As the heart blindly searches for the answer,
What is it that you seek?

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Nov 2016 · 3.0k
Crimson Skies in the Morning
Tammy M Darby Nov 2016
Crept in sinister and foreboding
Announcing their warnings in silent contrails of clotted red
Though the signs were not heeded
The impending extinction civilization was to face
From this reality humans turned their eyes away

The war was soon in coming
The blood parasites set their war machines humming
Singing songs of death and gold coins
Rubbing their hands with mad glee
As death profiteers cackled and rejoiced
Veiled widows sobbed quietly resigned and forlorn

Black strangling stench of rotting bodies and lies
The look of defeat in helpless glazed eyes
Tears running down accepting streaked faces
The sounds of fading souls and lost dreams
The screams of the dying lessened and eventually ceased

When Crimson skies in the morning
Crept in sinister and foreboding



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Nov 2016 · 682
In the Land of Dreams
Tammy M Darby Nov 2016
In the Land of Dreams
Where no desolation reigns
The heart is light and gay
Absent the misery of loves pain

The soul is unburdened and free
To tip toe giddily among the stars
Or plunge wildly into green salty seas

In the land of dreams
There is no echo
Of suffering human cries
The spirit is cleansed forever of its grief
Death’s hand close no eyes
In the land of dreams


@ Tammy. M. Darby Nov. 18, 2016
Nov 2016 · 573
Educate America
Tammy M Darby Nov 2016
There is always plenty of money for war. Where's the money to educate America so we have the tech skills needed to participate in the job market. " To President Trump I say "Invest in America, Invest in Education"...... @Tammy M Darby 11/14/2016
Sep 2016 · 722
Integrated Palette
Tammy M Darby Sep 2016
Love
Present the description
Without soulful glance and regretful sigh
Vocalize its definitions from within and without the heart
As vast as turquoise boundless skies.

It is an integrated palette of deep desire in warm soft dreams
Often no more than a contrived replica from a lover’s breath
It is the written of in fading ink by the long dead poets
The portrayal of honorable words falling from trusted lips

Neglectful to the seed of betrayal
The despair of a shriveling heart
From the whole to the dark eclipse

Look deep into the transparent windows
Beware for the eyes tell all
Of love and hate
The frozen span of a bleak wasteland
The veins coursing with inextinguishable fire  
It is the integrated palette of soft warm dreams and deep desire

All Rights Reserved  @Tammy M. Darby Sept. 17, 2016 .USA
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