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kevin hamilton Feb 2015
someday she will spit on my gravestone
eyes glistening, lips red and hands full
standing in the blanket of fog alone
her shadow gracing the aging marble
like the eventual darkening of a monolith
by the temper of the sun setting
at the fall of a holy empire and with
a desperate, widespread bloodletting
  Jan 2015 kevin hamilton
Devon Webb
I won't let my
heart be broken
by someone
who doesn't know
how it was
made
  Nov 2014 kevin hamilton
Poetic T
"Let me introduce my self"
"I'm Mr Dev-Ell"
This is a class on words
Power,
Thoughts,
Manipulation
Of those around you, why not, others
Do it, so do it to them as well,
"HELL"
I do it everyday its my job,
Power
Is what you make it,
How you use it, power isn't
Money,
Land,

Diamonds
May be a girls best friend, but
Without the words there just
Dreams sitting on a fluffy white cloud,
Thoughts,
Can be dominated, with so *few

Syllables, make their  thoughts yours,
To after a time control,
Manipulation,
To make those who's thoughts have succumb
To your whims, do all that you want
Good,
Evil,
In-between
What is wanted, stand back and watch the show,
Now here is your homework
I want all done that which is wrote
I want all completed with silence
I want you to
Listen
To the
Sound
Of my
Voice,
You wish to have power over people & words,
"Yes"
"Then into the night"
As each leave's I whisper in their ears
I am Mr Dev-ell
If any one asks, say i whispered the words,
That night, I sit waiting with  
A smile upon my face,
"News is coming through"
"ZND News"
"There have been numerous killings"
"On the streets tonight"
"Each was heard screaming"
Devil gave me the power"
Devil gave me the word"
"Six  people were shot by  police
"Five died from their wounds"
"This brings the death toll too"
"Twenty Five"
"Wait a moment the sixth suspect is in custody "
"Why sir, why did you do this"
"Dev-eel made me do it"
"He whispered secrets in to my ears"
"You heard it here first
Dev ell smiled,
He had killedso many, with out raising a hand,
The power of word was indeed strong
Specially when spoken softly by
Mr Dev-ell
His words were like ******* for thoughts
He spoke, people listened,
And with out knowing did his ***** work,
A master at what he did,
He was Dev-eel and his whispers
Could make you **** or **worse..
The best killer is one that gets others to do his or her ***** work with out realising they are doing it..
kevin hamilton Nov 2014
i remember the ruins
concrete and rebar
rain-slick and strewn
in the dark front yard
the hounds
they poured from the woods
and melted the ground
where the crowned one stood
my clothes were drenched
in chalky cinder
my hands were wedged
against the door
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