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Mustafa 4d
Who am I in this world we call Earth, and our home
By species, I am a human being, supposedly master of all other species
We were made to look after and care for this planet called Earth

Instead we have ravaged, plundered and ***** the planet earth
In our blind quest to obtain control and dominance over all

Are humans masters or slaves of their egos, their pride
Humans believe they are invincible, they can do anything, to anyone
Man's greatest enemy is man himself, a beast beyond all beasts
So, who am I, man, the master or man, the beast of all beasts

I am two sides of the same coin, the master and the beast
There is a struggle inside of me for dominance, for control
Sometimes the master wins, other times the beast wins


I fear, I fear the beast will gain control and dominance over me
I have seen the power of the beast unleashed, a madness, a rage
A madness, a rage only a beast from hell can possess, it scares me

So, who am I, man, the master or the beast from hell
It's very difficult to know, as I keep changing all the time
Will someone please tell me, please tell me, please tell me
Who am I, Who am I, Who am I
I have written this poem seeing the state of the world currently. Everywhere you see human beings are engaged in a power struggle to dominate and control the world.
Nigdaw 7d
winter's melancholy cold
as we fry in Satanic heat
a Hell of our own making

we cut the earth and made her bleed
for greed and war and hate and waste
32 degrees today.
Lord Aconite Jun 15
I fought.
Every second of my life
Etched in pain.
I faced it.
I won.
It changed me.
I learned.

I unlearned the so-called truths,
Every sacred teaching
Of life.
And relearned it myself—
From the best teacher:
Life.

She taught me all.
My favorite woman.
Whether pain or pleasure,
I loved her just the same.
She whispered secrets
Of existence, society, and everything in between.

Many times, I nearly died.
But I survived.

Then came sin—
My chosen curriculum.

I built my deadliest sins
And wore them like armor:
My vanity rivals even God's.
I cannot fail. It's impossible!

My greed keeps me sharp,
Focused, burning.
I want what I want.

My lust—
Not only for ***,
But for victory.
To see this world
Brought to its knees.

A cosmic hunger.

My gluttony?
It drives me to take on
More than I should—
And still, I surpass.

My apathy—
That cold, uncaring monster—
Is my shield.
A necessary evil.

Everything else is obsolete.
Even virtue.

If you plan to survive in this world:
Abandon all virtues.
There is no God above.

You are God.
We are Gods.

Do not let the devil of *******
Use society's illusion of order
To chain your will
And drain your soul.

You are a creature of change.
Change is chaos.
Chaos is life.
Life is God.
God is me.
I am you.
You are us.

Heed this message:
Survival is not the goal.
Possession is not the goal.
Happiness is not the goal.

Chaos is.

The only permanent truth
Is impermanence.

So go.
Unleash the world.
Restore it to its natural order—
CHAOS!
Wow, it been a while, writers block had me chained to emptiness. But I'm back now!
All of a sudden
The stars have stopped shining
Blimming sadness in Heaven
Too many babies are maimed and hurt
Too many infants are starving and suffering
Too many women are crying and mourning
And too many men are being sought
For summary executions
Where countless elders of the sad nations
Have disappeared without a trace
The pain is excruciating. What a disgrace!

All of a sudden
The sky has become extremely dark
Flaming chaos in Heaven
The cemetery is in the park
The buildings are bombed and bulldozed
For heaven’s sake, too many soldiers are overdosed
Where ships, vessels, yachts, boats and canoes are sunk
Somewhere is buried a dead skunk
Where everything is comatose and decomposed
No one can honestly envision a bright future
Where nobody can dry the tears of Mother Nature.

The stars have stopped shining
The moon is visibly absent
The sun is on strike and fasting
And the weather is eerily aberrant.

Copyright © June 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
In blink of an eye your demeanor turns around
Within hurtful remarks self-esteem is drowned
You have the power to make house feel like home
With one blow ease is crushed like walls are made of styrofoam
I long to seal emotions behind bars made of steel
Wounds inflicted by tongue of man take too long to heal
I want to be the person you view potential for
In this room feel the opposite of all you adore
By side I feel privileged being the partner you chose
Pressure is weighing on the roof and steadily it grows
Patiently waiting for me to evolve into the image you desire
Continue striving for perfection but muscles are starting to tire
Pause just a little longer so I can prove my worth
Not only you but also myself
Show purpose on earth
For too many years I have convinced myself I'm not enough
Inner voice whispering I'm ugly because my edges are rough
I see you standing there
I'm so glad to call you mine
A distant star in space you warm skin with your shine
I carry heart everywhere heavy as a stone
Worrying I'll drop it and I'll be left alone
I like how you are a gentleman
Treat me so **** nice
Your touch excited my nerves
Thawing my armor of ice
On top of body
My problems fade away
Long as we're connected I know everything will be okay
Till I am on my deathbed about to meet the reapers touch
Even then I'll have no fear of your hand is there to clutch
I forever will do my very best to witness your handsome smile
May not believe in God but discover myself praying you'll stay awhile
To be cause of your happiness is what I yearn for the most
Whenever we're apart haunt my cranium like a ghost
From gods above to the devils below and all that lies between
Your presence what provides color and vibrance to every single scene
And the meaning I've unveiled since the second we first kissed  
Resulted in realization you're an angel radiating endless comfort and bliss
When I began writing poem I wrestled with a conflicted frustration
Skepticism making it hard to understand your expectations
To reach compromise each must learn how to slightly bend
I'd don a mask for anyone else but for you refuse to pretend
You're the only one able to disarm defenses
I can't help but wonder what it will take to come to your senses
I can only dismiss so much criticism before I snap and lose control
Hate for you to dive in after to rescue me from that hole
To put up with ups and downs I'm sure puts you through hell
Hope my love also feels like a taste of heaven as well
Are the good parts worth the bad?
Laokos May 27
another wasted battlefield.
ground smoking,
haze-choked.
bright afternoon zenith
crowning the only victor—
war.

sunlight skates
across the maze of bodies,
dried blood,
dreams ripped open like unsent letters.
it glints from the angle of death
and dances a shuffle
to music from a silent plane.

what am I to you
now that the wind
carries this stench?

a promise wrapped in vengeance.
a rotten kiss
pressed to your lips
passed down the bloodline.

the crowd roars with laughter.
ghosts foot the bill.

the water table rises
to meet the candle flame—
a younger sibling
finally getting their growth spurt.

I am weightless in the flooding,
drowning in fire,
burning in the afterglow
of a thousand dying engines
cooling to the rhythm
of hell-soaked hearts
spent on passion.

I am you
in the longest shadow
of the face you hide.

I am the violence of survival
strutting its stuff,
proud as the blood-soaked mane
of a lion.

I am the beast
that preys.

ahh,  men.
Dae Staebell May 14
Here I am in comatose
Damnedest man I did so boast
Paralyzed from fear I swore
Succumbing to eerie voices galore
Here they whisper, there they shout
Forgotten longings in endless bout
Obsidian spires do so climb
Monoliths rising to the ashen sky
Molten magma in a blazing doom
Had I one wish it would be for you
Blind and petrified I do become
Only to hear a chilling song
Come back to me so she says
Or you will be stuck in choicely dread
She says so true and warningly
But I could detect a wanton glee
Had I a voice I would so cry
Come save me darling my dear divine
I had not the eyes to see
Barren wastelands singing to me
Thuds and croons echo all around
Was it a corpse or am I nightmare bound
Ever so close they are I feel
So I thought to pray but my legs fear to kneel
Abandon all hope they scream and plea
Singing Devils wrath is waiting on me
When I see him I will hold true
And tell the Devil to take her too
Bekah Halle May 11
Good and bad —
Light and darkness —
Day and night —
I've tried to be divine,
And I've run from evil,
Or so it seemed...

But the evil within me —
Wouldn't leave;
I pray,
I repent,
I accept shame
as my cloak;
I shrivel the goodness
Unseen...

I split,
Disconnect;
Become a kaleidoscope
of regret.
Days lost
in a fruitless
quest —

Isn't it easier
to just
Embrace the evil within me?!
Is that love?
Loving evil;
Heaven's dove?
Or is that truly absurd?!

This poem has already
Gone on, way too long,
But since I have run
from evil so strong,
Turning towards
loses its terror.

In some ways, the practice of reflection is so freeing - coming face to face with myself and instead of freezing, I hold the mirror up and embrace the ugly, broken parts.
ap0calyps3 Apr 30
In our caskets,
Our cadavers they lay
the rain is pouring and the clouds are gray

Six feet under we'll rest
In heaven we're nothing but guests

Hell, our forever home
Our world, where everyone is alone

We die,
And a gift of salvation, we're blessed

In our caskets
Our cadavers they rest.
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