diabolic-preacher
Indian
I am nowhere near art as far as profession goes, but the poetry form of art has always appealed to me. I can't stop myself from writing out a poem no matter what time of the day, once a few lines hit me. I'm very particular about rhyming lines and feel disappointed if my lines don't. Poems are a challenge to my vocabulary skills and yes I often just recall random words that rhyme and use google to ensure its the word I want. English ain't my native language, but I've attempted all creations in English so far. A proof of how much more important it is in our childhood education than our native language...or national language.
It is a new year and all that will change
Are your clocks and calendars
It is a new year and all that will change
Are your gods and your inner wars.
It is a new year and all that will change
Are your beliefs in liars
It is a new year like the last one.
One round trip around the sun.
Welcome the new year
Freedom bows to new fear
You will lose those few dear
"Being Evil" is the new cheer
Life will go on, blindly we'll follow
Shame of the nation, quietly we'll swallow
We as the nation, filled with aggression
Peacefully appeal to those on vacation
Welcome the new year
Freedom itself now you fear
You will find it very clear
"Being Evil" is the new cheer
It is a new year and all that's gotta change
Are you, me, us and the way we think
It is a new year and all that's gotta change
Are the way we discriminate, the way we stink
It is a new year and all that's gotta change
May never change, unless the powerful start to sink
It is a new year like the last one
More kinds of scams right under the sun.
Welcome the new year
Freedom to show fear
You will destroy those near
"Being Evil" is the new cheer
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 5:17 PM UTC
1000 faces are staring
With stern expressions they are glaring
Offensively, offended at my daring
To ruin their lives, without even caring
1000 pains, they are bearing
Revolting my oppression, my flesh, they all are tearing
But the pain in them's still breeding
Coz their soul in me is bleeding
1000 hands are shaking
In fists of rage they are breaking
My inner carcass, for I'm making
Them pay with slavery, for my taking
1000 heads are burning
With raging madness, turning
Evil plans are churning
While the 1000 readers are learning
About…my HATE!
About…their FATE!
About…the DATE!
When they are…too LATE!
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 7:50 AM UTC
Thinking of all the evil that had made you done
All the bad deeds that happen under the sun
Knowing though sufferings were growing up in all
You'd still like to have the fun
When fear comes on any mortal they think of no more than to run
As if to revive themselves by gulping down the bright shining sun
What good is there in doing good for them
Who follow your faith but put you in blame
Then real and fake would look as if all were same
Chanting your glories in the sake of your name
We people down here under the shelter of the crust
Need no worry whether we grow in happiness or an illusionary lust
We may not put up with an idol that shows disgust
About all the good things which happen as you say must
But keep faith like real people in our Lord whom we trust
Thinking bout all the miracles and beauties divine
Most of which are left for ages leaving them pristine
Except for some of the many considered bovine
For which O Lord you weren't allowed to shine
Sharing the shade of darkness of neither Thine nor mine
In the rise and fall of all the glories considered crime
Pass away people, most of who stay in the light of the lime
In which some preach true lies and some act out in mime
Just to prove their glow in the thick layer of grime
So descendants of the three worlds come on as one
To settle down score to leave 'the' world to survive under the sun
And for all the grave sins that ya got done
Would rise to new heights to augment your fun
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 7:46 AM UTC
My tongue shakes to the rhythm of the undead
It's useless praying against all that I said
You end up unscarred 0% alive
For people you end up dead just another stone named R.I.P.
No words of apology to help you through
Heaven awaits in vain, as Hell beckons you
Bargaining your life on both hand sides
Hell pays more than what Heaven calls most
Greedy as you are you choose the dark side
Rotting as Satan laughs and tortures you
Came to realize a mistake was made
Fruitlessly awaiting nothing for all the sins you repented
Shackled to doom, your life wasn't yours anymore
You wondered what worse yet was still in store
You beg to my feet to appeal to the Lord
You throw your hands in despair as I see you burn, with glee
Why should I help you when I had been through the same in history?
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 7:45 AM UTC
A devotion to the devil
A devotion to ****
A devotion to stay with the devil above the highest hill
A devotion not to keep on losing my mind, but still
A devotion to churn out ideas from evil brain-mill
A devotion to create a liking for those, whom you are afraid of
A devotion to create hatred for all those who are repaired of
All the evil deeds that you surely never heard of
A devotion to smile and save evil's downfall
A devotion to uplift sins above the reach of all
A devotion to divert people who senselessly follow the heaven's call
To a place which justifies liberation of evil from all
A devotion to make my place more than just the best
Where good sinks in the trough and evil shines above crest
A devotion to give the people the best of our fest
Just to make them plump before they go for a peaceful rest
A devotion to utilize evil from the devil
To help the people force the good to reveal
Their disadvantage against evil
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 7:42 AM UTC
I can create, compose, imagine
Just a lil bit more concrete
I can describe your secret sin
Just a lil bit more complete
I architect your evil design
While good intentions make an exit
You dream to yourself, "Victory'll be mine!"
Until reality hits hard n fakes it
I vow my honesty never defies
Till you find, what beneath it, lies
It hurts always to know what's true
So the biased blindfold for you
You know more of what you know alone
Sealed in mind, avoiding a whispered tone
Unwittingly telling me all about your guilt
That I push back to your conscious zone
Making stronger the feeling that got built
Now your life has reached its pinnacle
You worked hard and left no obstacle
I was all along with you, you thought
In disguise, the obstacles you fought
Now you grieve the broken trust
The lies you dreamt, all go bust
Your heart dries up n corrodes to rust
While I move on, as you die just
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 7:38 AM UTC
Anger…Angrier for causes unknown
Stuffed and stifled; veins and bones being blown
Feel like…Felt being hit from behind
Dead and Dying; moving body containing serene mind
Made to and making do with present out of unclear past
Remind…Reminder; forget to remember
Crashing through the other side; catastrophic blast
Happy…Happier; down to tissues, your body's dismembered
Knowing…Known; causes getting familiar
Angrier…Anger; for betrayals similar
Started and starting to realize you are dying
Lied…Lying; either way you can't escape with defying
Making…Make your day colorful with blood in pitcher
Your head tearing open as the lid
Dying…Dead; devouring the poison seed
Disconnect…your lungs bleed
Disconnect…with shredded limbs joined together you plead
Disconnect…the last arterial blood drops
Disconnect…this is where your life stops
Disconnect…
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 7:35 AM UTC
Deeper ain't my feelings enough say the shallow words
I ain't really impressed enough is all you made me heard
Feelings silent in my mind are as good as unexpressed
Words as complex as i feel are really far too less
This is my committed life
The part i play for you
Unconditional 'cause there are reasons i wish i only knew
Gimme one chance, one last chance, can i have this dance?
Bang the head that does not bang, who really cares about romance?
Leave me here, left alone, back to square one
Let's see if i can re-impress, for now, i am done.
This is my committed life
The part i play for you
Unconditional 'cause there are reasons i wish i only knew
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 7:30 AM UTC
Dilapidated ruins of gravestones
Cracking up remains of my decayed bones
Lying still…lying still!
The spirit leaves in haste
To clean up all rotten waste
From the last one I killed to leak the blood to taste
Roaming free still in hopes of vein
To snap ‘em up ‘n leash ‘em all
****** human beings struggling against my reins
No wastin’ my hopes, no waitin’ in vain
To see if the blood pours down with the rain
Who waits…Who cares, just strangle with a chain
Burn in electric chair to ashes n throw ‘em down the drain.
You, you all come over here
Put your head in shredder, make it tear.
Die a brutal death, make me cheer
Lose your sight, lose your limbs, forget what you hear
Useless reasons support your faith
No use of you, just stop that breath.
You were already dead
You are still dying
You will still do so, every single day
Die oh Die, Die please Die
Don’t bother others, hoping they cry
You are the same loser mortal
Who didn’t succeed in any try.
Worthless slaves Must DIE!!!
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 7:20 AM UTC