Vexren4000 Mar 9

The pitfalls and pendulums,
Humans saying that indulging their cruelty
Persecuting the heretics, was the will of
The one true god.
Was gods will, truly present?
During these times of cruelty and persecution.
Towards those who committed no less a crime,
than worshiping the god or gods of their region of the world.
As inquisitors raped and pillaged the land in the name of god.
As they torched and burned through the villages,
Screaming burn the heretics, the whole way through.
It seems humanity even in this day and age,
Still, can persecute under false gods names.
From the modern societies of man
to third world places locked away.
Humanity still,
Kills in gods names.

living dead girl Nov 2016

When you said,
You own me,
All I thought,
As I looked away,

When you said,
You don't deserve me,
All I thought,
As I overlooked my pain,

When you said,
That I wish it was me instead of her,
All I thought,
As tears brimmed my eyes at the thought,

All I think about is you and it is becoming a sickness I crave.
David John Mowers Nov 2016

Judas a traitor,
his deception expected,
say Hebrews talking,
as power awakened
the Roman beast.

Given a choice
torture or scapegoat?
Nailed on cross,
Power and Love!
Resolve to death...
...a hero Revelation.

Two doth battle,
beast and hero,
tear apart Israel!
Aroar and Aghast!
False king falling...
...imprisoned in pit.

The hero myth plot of the Holy Bible retold over and over again in human history as each successive generation attempts to fulfill it. Nimrod was the first human King. Jesus was next. Hitler was the first warrior-Messiah. Expect the next one in two thousand one hundred sixty AD or thereabouts. The messiahs tract human understanding of precession of the equinoxes. Aroar and Aghast are the two weapons of god; the maces. One a cross and the other a staff; staff of the Shepherd.
living dead girl Oct 2016

It is harder than you think,
To walk the halls,
And hear people talk about,
That one person.

It is harder than you think,
To make eye contact in the halls,
With your rapist,
Who thought he had the right..

Sorry, for being morose. I needed to clear my mind.
BE Twain Sep 2016

the “thundering legion”
nether regions
lightning lesions
an ace up the sleeve
for Marcus Aurelius
an ace up the sleeve
for those on the omnibus

David John Mowers Jun 2016

And blood stained Franco flowers,

Treachery ruled that day,

Left with a mourning Caesar,

Germans lost their Nerve,

When Caesar wept for Cotta…

Historical prose
serpentinium May 2016

why was rome
built on bones?
hundreds of dead
caught by arrows or
blind cuts of steel
crowd the rivers,
the roads, the very
air and it is so so hard
to breathe–
every corner is a reminder
of public executions, outdoor
gallows, diving into shallow seas,
exsanguination in the roads till
red rivulets made new paths in
tempered cobblestone;
caesar was not the first man to
bring about pax cum bellum
to train armies to battle their own
hearts and find nothing there at all–
caesar falls,
rei republica falls,
rome falls
the dead do not become lazarus

i listened to an audiobook detailing julius caesar's life
Ryan Long Apr 2016

Forged in flame
Cooled in blood
Sharpened with souls
Cleaned of crud

I pick up my sword
Pull it out of the sheath
It becomes a part of me
It's bloodlust begins to seethe

I focus on the blade before me
In it's sheen I see the battle
I envision slaying my enemies
I hear our armor rattle

On the battlefield it looks as if there are
Two behemoths fighting for dominance
Thousands of men on each side
Forming one consciousness

As we rush towards each other
A sudden moment of quiet
Then like the release of a storm
A roaring thunder to break what was silent

In that instant we clash
My soul becomes war thirsty
I lose myself in the drums of war
It drives me to an insanity

I slash with my sword,
I block with my shield
I fight beside my brothers
We will never yield

In that moment I blink
my world becomes black
I come back to myself
The fire makes a pop and crack

My skin glistens with sweat
Sitting under my tree,
Polishing my sword
No one around but me

I close my eyes and breath deep
Making myself calm once more
I have the drive and hunger
The need to go to war

Terry Collett Mar 2016

I took Amy
into the City with me
there was talk

that Marcus
was to return soon
from the campaign abroad

so I wanted
to make the most
of the time

I had free with her
and have her
in my bed

until he comes
with his tall tales
and gossip of war

and blood and battles
and wanting his sex
and wants

it was crowded
people everywhere
the market

was so crowded
that we went away
as soon as we arrived

there was talk
and laughter
and arguments

and soldiers
marching here and there
so we went back home

and ate and drank
and I took Amy
to my bed

and in the quiet
of the afternoon
we made love

thinking of our being
and touching
and kissing

and not one jot
of thought
of Marcus's return

from some far off campaign
and his lumbering body
over mine

his lips soaking me
in wine soaked kisses
and the fingers

that held a sword
and cut throats
and cut off heads

fingering me
his wife Annona  
o gods

may his ship sink
in some
far off sea.

Terry Collett Feb 2016

Amica mea columba,
I whisper to Amy
as she prepares my bath.

Domitia has left us
after a long afternoon
of talk and gossip.

Marcus is off
on one of Caesar's
his love making
(as such as it is)
has ceased.

Amy is now
my bed mate,
my love,
my dove.

Domitia had called
to Amy,
as if Amy were
her slave girl
and not mine.

Now she prepares me
for the bath;
undresses me,
undoing the sashes
and undoing me
in heart and mind.

Last night her fingers
slid into me,
aroused me
from deep slumber,
broke me in like
a wild stallion is tamed.

Last night
I kissed her breasts;
lips touched soft flesh,
mouthed teats
as an infant greedily.

I am naked now,
ready for my bathe.

she whispers,
the water is done.

She stands
and watches me,
her hands nearby to aid;
her eyes feeding
on my body;
her tongue at the side
of her mouth,
that too,
last night,
inside me,
like fingering.

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