The working man
Carries the weight of the country on his back
Works half his life to pay government tax
Taxes for death
Taxes for war
Rue the day when the working man
Says
No more

Stolen their hard earned wages
Gained by toil and swea
While walls of democracy protect the thieves
In order of  power and rank

Homes repossessed while corporations are saved
Jobs lost by the millions
Living on the streets
No clothes for warmth
No food for the children to eat
How much more will the working man take


Hard earned tax dollars
Given against our will
Used to topple other countries
Under the guise of freedom
****

The working man pays for those who dont
The working man pays for those who wont
The taxes are getting higher
The working man now refuses to pay
The weight is getting heavier
Despite what lying politicians say

You should have listened to my words
When I said come the day
On their backs no more
Will the working man bear
Civil war is calling
There is blood is in the air


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I dilute my life by various means
Remember my warning
It is not always as it seems
I am the perfect example
Of a carefully calculated balance
Though the dilution is minimal

I dilute my life
Micro fluids at a time
Prefer say I
To alter my mind
Lacking the inclination
To engage life in its full splendor

My blood is thin
Lacking in luster
I will select dilution
As the only and perfect equation
A multi element and mineral combination
For the moment
The only logical solution

I am sure you are quite curious
What will be the conclusion
As I live tentatively in small amounts
Cut in to elaberate patterns
With a sharpened knife
I dilute my life


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Love
Once upon a time
It rendered me weak
Wary
I crave not its company
I choose to be
Singular
Alone
Rather than vunerable
Avoiding the pain of attachment
The sickly sweetness of affection
The irritation of adoration


Love
Once upon a time
Blinded were my eyes
I silenced my cries
Covered the bruises
So none would know
I submitted to the blows
Red stripes filled my craving for attention
For my emotions ran deep

Love
Once upon a time
I became who I am now
Open were my eyes to that which I could not see
To hatred hidden behind loves face
Never again will I allow this to be
I choose to be solitary
Reclusive
I force love to vacate my heart
I am no longer weak

Love once upon a time




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Royalty
She dwells in the sea- green palace of her father
The mermaid swam alone on blustery days
The seed of the water god Neptune and a river nymph
Her beauty blind the sun and his morning rays

On days of boredom
She swam with the white dolphins
Riding high on heaving rolling waves
Other times with Omura's whales dive deep
Or play in a red coral reef bay
Tickling blue ***** that walked on the sandy bottom
Exploring the dark octopus caves

Floating often with the deadly jellyfish
Keeping her scaled tail very still
Or wiggling through the raging currents of the ocean
With the graceful ribbon eels

The day passed passed
She became weary
Came time to rest her head
Returned to the flowing green kelp palace
And did sleep on a starfish bed



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I remove the veil that covers my mind
My retreat will not be heard
To the outside in the realm of society
I shall never utter another word
With complete knowledge of consequence and cost
I close the so called conscience world off

Dreaming in my own dimension
As I delightfully drift through the air
Throughout the universe
A sparkling starlight night
My imagination on wings of flight

Deeds of brave knights
Fair damsels
Invading aliens and wizard kings
Witches spirits and sprites
Breaking delicate fairy rings

This is the world I have created for myself
The one of magic troll and elf
Of all these things
In my script I will tell
This is now my reality
I removed the veil

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Zephyr winds bade me follow
To the black coolness of the night
Do bear my souls sum
Call forth the God Apollo
Upon his lyre strum

Pray the voices of nine muses
A lullaby to soothe me
As I open the box of sleep

May the son of Hermes
Lively centaur Pan
Join in sweet slumber
Birds song on pipes of reed

Through shadows of Pluto I pass
As I sail into Neptunes blue oceans deep
Hear the wails of the lemuers sorrow
Song of poor Orpheus love and plight
Gently wake me on the morrow

  
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Pain joined in marriage to sadness
From the union
Despair their child
My soul broken into glittering pieces
Diamond tears fell down

My spirits reason for existing
Revenge
A meal I wish to serve
On chilled plate
With a satisfied smile

Days of rage
Days of hate
The passing of time
Clocks hands in minute motion
Turn
On the hour chime
For what is to be
I wait

Justice is blind
But the dead have eyes
To see through deception
On wicked tongue lies

So I cry
To the gods of the universe
Grant my wish
Love avenged
My souls desire

Days of rage


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Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892)


NOW sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me.

Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost,         5
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.

Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.

Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.         10

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the ***** of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my ***** and be lost in me.

Who will place two coins on my eyes
Down the river  Styx
My shade must glide

Two coins for the boatman
Ferry me away
To the throne of beautiful Persephone
Snatched from light of day

Two coins I cry
Two coins for my eyes
Through dark waters I float
To where my body must lie

Two coins for Charon
Always silent looks away
Never seeing a face
Or the light of day
Two coins


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Love
I have no visions
This collage of confusing emotions
I harbor no silly notions
Of loyalty kindness
Tenderness or devotion

I have no visions of love never ending
This nonsense I abandoned long ago
Words of passion are easily broken
Becoming nothing but an unending dream

I have no visions
I consider it an affliction
Illusion
Addiction
When it visits
Leaves upon your heart
Scars and lesions

So I state my reasons
Why I have no visions

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The death train rolls
With no pity
Down cursed tracks
Carrying living ghosts
Minds soon to be dead
Ribs visibly seen
Mouths slack

To the camps of starvation
Unbearable cruelty
Poisonous smoke
Degradation
God pity them  
Their final destination

The said offense marked
By yellow star on their sleeve
Little madman's condemnation
The *****’s ideology consumed them
A strategic genocide campaign

The Death train rolls
Bearer of doomed souls
Their ticket of forever
Tears and blood
Flow in streams on the ground
When the Death train rolls around


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A cry of a lone bird in the blackness
Silence
Stillness
This is my world

Of glaring sunlight it is devoid
Its message of rejuvenation rejected
My soul an empty void
Shunning all that lives in light
My world is the darkness of night

Ouestioning  eyes
I care not to see
My answers to the brazen curious
I try to refrain from giving
For I will offer no quarter
They would be cutting and direct

I have shuttered my emotions
Seeking only the calm and cool of the dark
I chose to ignore this beating  heart
The glowing brightness they call life
Withdrawing to the shadows of my world
And the darkness of the night



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I was fishing one day
On my line hopped a perch
I almost fell in the water
When he looked at me and spoke

Well fisherman you have caught me
Into the basket I am the first
Tonight in the pan I will fry
I could tell this fish was trying to gain sympathy
By bringing a tear to my eye

He suggested I try chicken
A succulent rabbit
Or even perhaps bologna
But of eating perch
He said this I should avoid
For they were far too thin and bony

So I took a closer look at
At the fat talking fish
Thought of the words he spoke
Threw him in the basket without a second thought
And put another worm on my hook


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Who's to say
We shouldn't be laid
In a deep dark hole
A cold gray grave

The hourglass flows
As the sins compile
Masquerading as pious humans
Evil hearts
Pass the while

Who's to say
Mortals wont die
In a crimson mushroom cloud
The blink of an eye

Who's to say


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Drip
Drip
So fall the drops
The cut was made
By words and thought

Though plan to avenge my honor
Not a hand was raised
Just sentences in a line
Long ago hidden
Open on paper lay

Cruelty is one punishment
Intent is another
I will not turn one cheek
Or offer up the other

So summon up the judge
Let us review the facts
You have no credible alibi
To justify malicious acts


I will not delete my accusations
On legal record they stay
Not by glittering gift
Or offer of apology
Will my opinion sway

Drip
Drip
So fall the drops
The cut was made
With word and thoughts

You have chosen the hour
I shall choose the day
As the drops fall into a puddle
Dissolving the life away


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He stood on the mountaintop facing north
Calling winds ,water and fire forth
He the white wizard and patron of the earth.

His rival conjured up all below the ground
Where souls burned and evil abounds
He was of a black moon and dead stars
Who was forbidden to enter heavens gates

On their knees they prayed for victory
The white wizard to the one in the skies
The black wizard to he who abides in the underworld
Where sinful souls do lie

North south east west
Chants muttered under their breath
Star covered staffs raised to the sky
The war for humanity had begun

Turn round facing each other
Now it was the destined hour
Commanding bolts of lightening
Through the air with just a glance
Spells, charms, ancient runes
Spirits cackle and rant

Now come the anger of the destroyer
He too had his tricks of conjure
A wall of poisonous smoke thick and deadly
From his fingertips came the cobra and adder

Inhalers of the soul attacked
Cursed snakes of the mind
The white wizard had the words of the holy
The power of the almighty on his side

It was a terrible battle
And it could have been the end of it all
Had the victory gone to the black wizard
The sun drop from its kingdom and fall

Though goodness and purity do not always prevail
On this day of conflict between the darkness and the light
Weakened the dark wizard could not overcome
And was forced to kneel before the wizard in white

But it was agreed between them
As each signed his name in blood
They would meet again in time
On the battlefield of evil and good

The white wizard and the black


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Silent
On cursed feathered wings
From the hollows of the earth
Its arrival announced
By the ****** of the dark lord
How their voices ring
Songs of pain and tortured screams
The sharps and flats of insanity
Heard only by those
Soon to be companions
Destined to dwell
In the fiery depths of hell

It will come
Smile upon face
Demand you follow
Skeletal hand point the way
It is your destiny
You must obey
Down deaths burning hall
The blood barbed maze of sin
It will come





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It came from deep
In the Florida swamp
Draped in unknown covering
The gray of southern moss
Its hair was said
Long and scraggly
The deep green of cypress trees
Moving through the fetid water
Tall cutting saw grass
Brushed tops of its knees

Some say they have seen
The elusive giant creature
On warm tropical nights
Striding slowly into watery woods
Cautiously
Golden eyes shining bright

Frightened hunters
Upon encountering the huge shadow
Run in panic
Left and right
Shivering with fear and terror
Told exaggerated stories of pursuit and flight

Now and then on an orange moon
His massive foot prints can be seen
So of course the tales grow
Of the moss covered monster
That lives in the world of black water
With gleaming eyes of gold


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When the black dog appears
On a starless full moon night
A shadow of blackness
Turn your hands to ice
Grip tightly your soul
Prepare for the judgment of man

These beings tied together as one
Upon whom was wrought great harm
They will speak with truth
What is right
What is wrong
The darkness bottomless depths
Love and purity of the light
The penance if any should be allowed

Possessing strength of the righteous these ghosts
Whose once warm hearts have turned to stone
The very ones you lay in the ground
Who have been quiet and still
Without a sound
And those earth bound spirits
With life in their veins

This shall be the court you will face
Here recount your actions and disgrace
Some will ask for mercy and pity
While others insist upon your death
But as sure as I am living and draw breath
They will condemn your soul
For  evil deeds
The  rain of blood tears
Planting of hate’s seeds

Perhaps it will be many
Or just a few years
But do not doubt it
Amid the rain of blood tears
On a starless night
The black dog will appear




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I will take from you
That which you love the most
One extraction at a time
Premeditated
Slow

Demons howl
Cold winds blow
Starting with what encompasses all

Down you go
There you lay
No surgeon’s knife
Will cure this malaise

Tilting your head
Watching the clock
Your soul shrivels
Body rots

I shall kiss you on the head
Bid you farewell
And meet you at the gates of hell

Down you go




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It keeps me warm
Though it is a soul’s
Consuming life storm
Controlling choice and action
To illicit intentionally with malice
A desired reaction

The thoughts of revenge
Quicken my blood
Perhaps only by myself
Clearly understood

Prompted by pseudo ****** in dreams
Forced to rise from my bed
Visions of death
Float wildly in my head
Hate
It keeps me warm

These embers of emotion
Burning coals
Glowing red and orange
Radiate from a warm  heart
Transformed into sour wood

I am the billows
With searing burning words
Fanning the flames
Until what I despise
Shall be no more
Hate
It keeps me warm

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To hide his face
Camouflage violence and disgrace
Lies merged with truth
The ability to destroy
Debase
Those  closet to him

Unable to bear self
The heartless soul
What lies within
A fierce struggle will ensue
Regardless of the battle
Comes the end
Jagged mountains of mental instability
The unwinding begins
Sharp cliffs of deceit

He hides his face
To hide his face
Disguise with a smile
Fall from grace
Invented character
Takes lifes center stage
Hidden deep
For a short time sleeping
Uncontrollable rage

He hides his face
To hide his face


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For each red drop
A penalty if you will
Increased by the number of blows
Payment is demanded
From the long suffering victim
Through whose veins
Contempt  and distrust now flow

There is a word
Justice
Winged angel with flaming sword
Who seeks compensation for the injured
Retribution dressed as the faceless one
Sound the trumpets
So this may be heard

Whispered words from contemptabile lips
Memories penetrate your mind
A breath taking
Familiar haunting rhyme
As you plummet endlessly
Through the open doors of time

There is a price for each red drop
Without warning
The black heart will stop
There is always a price





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The hour approaches of the new year
Again the ghosts start to rise
Another year as your companions
To be so until you expire

Wish not for glad tidings
There will be none found
As the spirits gather close about you
In a circle tightly bound

Long days begin
Nights seemingly without end
They float and hover about
Waiting and watching
With a saints patience
For the striking of Gods clock

You ask me tentatively
Is this just a story
Perhaps you could be wrong
It is the truth
I say with complete confidence
For I am one of the ghosts who haunt


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Boxes of currency
Invisible promises
That will remain unseen
Covered with green bows
Strewn at your feet
Wilds of the magnificent earth
These disguised offerings
It is only a fraction of your worth

The beauty of her robe
Will be no more
Stripped
Bleeding
Torn
On the greedy quest
For rare sacred jewels
That lay upon her chest

Beware dark queen
Your hearts blood
They will sift and glean
Dividing the precious ground
Into to sections mapped and drawn
Soon to be  a desolate pawn
No sounds of life ever more found

Worshiped stones and minerals
Evil hands cannot resist
As many with title insist
It is their god given right
To remove the royal cape of the people
That protects African citizens

Oh great queen
Rise up with power
Against the approaching hour
In your hand the golden scepter hold fast
Devils from your lands cast
Forever reign over Africa’s future and past
Beware dark queen

For the People of Africa    


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My words soon published
Contain many secrets
Clues hidden at random
In poetry and prose
For those who are curious
Validate suspicions
Of that which you already know

To the reader
I describe my silence
Open the dark world
Of domestic violence
Shadows, scars and blood
The act of which no one speaks

I am the victim of angry blows
Unable vocalize my emotional pain
In my sanctuary remain
The black and  blue
Drip down my hand
In retaliatory position
Pen at my command

I brush fine strokes
Of anguish colored gray
Language of the poet
On a torn tear stained page

The result of abuse
Flower of domestic violence
Requiring all my strength  
To control my anger and rage
By writing  words on a page
In my world of silence

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It is said by smell
Impossible be detected
I am here to say they are quite mistaken
For it is as heavy as night blooming jasmine
Overpowering
Intoxicating

The smell of white calla lilies
Heralds the coming of death
Announcing another soul from life taken
Despair  indeed has a scent

Lain on a headstone in reverence
The wreath of flowers
Posses a perfume of its own
Depression and loss infiltrate the heart
A cologne that permeates the air
There is I can assure you
A fragrance of despair

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On the molded plastic black keys
Tip- tap tipping away  
Smiling wickedly
With self-satisfaction
Words deliberately in a sociopathic array

Crazed Eyes agleam
Thoughts rambling across the planets
In and out of reality
Both far and away

Each letter vibrates with its own life
The deranged wordsmith's release
So the clicking and typing
Systemic vacant sounds
Never seem to cease

To the mad poet
The combinations of descriptive words
Overpowering
Promotes the disease
Hypnotizing
Beguiling
Calling in a sweet voice
To the mad poet
In letters A to Z


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I am the messenger of death
Of all bias I am bereft
My entrance you may not refuse
Child of heaven and hell fire
The chill of soul heralds my arrival
Composed I am of good and evil
Having all the strengths and weaknesses of man

The bringer
Of that which humans fear
What with courage must be met
Fleeting thoughts of panic
Hearts remembrance of happiness and regret


I appear unexpected
My company without hesitation
Is often rejected
Though you may try to allude me
In reality see  my dark face
Destiny you must now embrace

On dark wings I soar and fly
To claim you
Sit quietly by your side
Hear your soft cries
Last breath
I am the messenger of death




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It is of no use to shield your face
I have memorized every line
A crocodile
Voracious hunter
I float and bide my time

You will be my victim
My next sumptuous meal
The favorite food
On my menu
I shall consume your flesh
With great zeal

My words are my teeth gnashing
My pen
Strong hard tail thrashing
Chunk after chunk
Bite rip and snap
Death by crazed author’s quill
The vicious attack is quite surreal

Yellow eyes unblinking
Focused and staring
Through green water
I glide stealthily
A bold predator’s daring

Churning water
Into my belly you go
The flow of thick blood red
How very tasty you are
I have not an ounce of remorse
Not a crocodile tear will I shed

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I waltz with demons of emotion
That spin me round and round
Dizzy
How sweetly it burns
It appears through our life
All humans must take a turn

Demons dance and so do I
Today glorious sun on my face
Tomorrow darkened skies
Still I spin


I have drawn my lot
Written long ago in the stars
The demons dance  
Beckoned
So do I


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The rain announced itself during the night
Misty foggy and wet and light
Came floating across the moors
The ghost
In a tattered ragged dress of white

Wringing  hands
Under great duress
Crying to the heavens
Tears upon pale face

Deprived of her dear one
The longing soul could not survive
Body and heart bowed to death
In despair went her life

For over a hundred years
She has tread the moors
It is spoken of in the tales of yore
The ghost in ancient rags and lace

Wailing and moaning
An eerie melody
A touching mournful song
Observing her closely
The winds took pity
Accompanying with one of their own

Many times she has been seen
When lightening illuminates the dark skies
Searching for a love forlorn
The haunting ghost in white

She waits for her dear one
Who has yet to return
Solitary being
Perpetually yearn
Doomed to tread the earth alone

She will wander the dark
Continue her sad haunting
Perhaps you will get a glimpse
If you happen to be searching
For the ghost
In tattered lace and rags of white



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Liquid voices
Smiling faces
Take a bow
Off to destined places

Each one vies
For the most desired seat
An honor of sin
For which they gladly compete

The better the chair
Higher the worth
The larger the house
So richer the hearth

Liquid voices
Evil choices
Delighted with his subjects
The devil rejoices



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I live in a world of fantasy
Not caring to dangle my feet
Into the fountain of reality
The waters of life offer no joy
To a soul that has retreated to another plane

It is true I am reclusive
At times irritating
Extremely elusive
I confess
I am unconventional
As most poets are somewhat eccentric
This I am sure you already know

In truth I am an artist of letters
Mixing and stirring words around
Emerging the vision comes forth
Magician of ink and paper
As I write it ****** the imagination

So it is I live in a world of fantasy
A movement of my pen into structured paragraph
The colors are there for all to see
A picture of anything they desire it to be
My strange world of fantasy





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When loves becomes wrath
Stars shift in the skies
The expression of such emotion
Is a sight to be shunned

Hate and revenge rule all thoughts
Life becomes a narrow passage
Oblivious to those existing around you
Who have not the understanding
Of loyalty and honor
Complexity of affection
That composes a union of souls
The universe trembles with waves of bitterness
When loves becomes wrath

Burning
Parched
An unquenchable thirst
Sparing none
In its terrible wake
Consuming all in spurned hearts fire
When love becomes wrath





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Walking home one evening
A vampire I did meet
Dressed in black and red cape of course
Hypnotizing coal black eyes that had no depth
Fearsome look on his face

When he offered to shake my hand
I bowed low though having my doubts
Not knowing if he was a civilized vampire
Or if out of me he would take a bite

He walked along with me a ways
Stopped for a moment
Paused and said
Do you by chance good fellow
Play the honorable game of chess

Ah salvation I said
My prayers now come true
I replied more comfortable now
Indeed sir yes I do

We came to the gate of my house
I politely asked him in
We will retire to my study
Had some fine French wine
Let the game of strategy begin

He was a fierce opponent
A credit to the vampire race
His King and Queen displaying their power
Rook bishop and knights put in their place

We played several times
Until the hour became late
He was the superior player
This fact you could not debate
The game over
The wine drank
He prepared to depart

I having impeccable manners
Showed him to the door and bade him good night
Not thinking I reached to shake his hand
Out of which he promptly took a bite

So if in the course of an evening
You are walking alone
A vampire appears
And asks to play chess
Dont think twice
Or even glance back
Decline and go straight home





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I will call out your name
Evil smile on my face
No doors on earth to flee
In this small victory
I rejoice
The cost of your soul
Uncountable tears

Suffer the punishment
The letters of he who rose
In black book of desert lands
Clearly written
Its breakage foretold

Ten rules
These words denied
Forgotten
As children taught

Chapters of antiquity
Blown away
By winds of sand
Scattered
No longer sought

Decay of life
Paid for in coin
Constructs the path
For vengeance wrought


From hell
I will scream out your name
Our punishment
Equal
Sentenced
Be the same

Blood red description
In the Baptist religion
Hell fire
Forever more
Eternal damnation
Endure together
Final condemnation


This under world
Where no light shines
Ringing of the forbidden bell
You will join me
In tortuous fire
Awaiting
I summon you to hell




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The moon smiled on me sleeping
While my broken soul was weeping
Hidden in the dark
Sympathetic to my heart of pain
Shone down upon me gentle rays
Washing away  shadows
From a troubled mind

Light  from glorious heavens
Bathed a world lost in themselves
Blind to mystical healing beams
When left to slumber beautiful dreams
A gift she offers to all

The moon smiled down upon me sleeping
While my broken soul was weeping
Hidden in the dark




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From the black recesses of the earth
She rose from her long slumber
Icy death smile on her crimson lips
Face gleaming with wicked knowledge


Slanted eyes of emerald green
Glazed and mad
Her crown jewels of the dead
Bleached human bones
Encircled her head

Fine glass complexion of shimmering gold
She spoke the words of The Sleeping Three
Hair falling in rich waves down to the floor of snakes
The color of the crows breast
A rich purple ebony

Snake scale gown of finely woven human skins
Gathered from her poor victims sin
Wrapped round her lithe body
A thousand souls it took to weave

Awakened from its dark sleep
Spells cast in  hell's deep
By a powerful witch
Who stirred the cauldron
Tainted with revenge

The demon was now visible to sight
The apparition appeared in smoke and orange red light
To bow down and submit to the witches bidding
The command never waived from intent
One of chaos and death
Slaughtered, cold in rows they lay

Pity for the one this creature seeks
Of a terrible perfume her heart reeks
That of blood and brimstone
Perfumed smoke and fire
The devil is her line and sire


So by demons touch
Plotting cold hands
She claims the souls of mortal man
More thread for her clothing
The beautiful demon


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It stands on two legs
Beating heart in the chest
Eyes of flames posses
It whispers sweet words
Into innocent ear
Recognizing honor
In the form of blood and death

Death I have faced it
It appears in the guise of a smile
Identity concealed
By a beckoning shroud


The penetrating leer
I no longer fear
Its cold embrace
Or touch of forever sleep
This invitation I have refused

Still it waits
At my rebellious nature and wit
Quite amused
I have done battle before with this darkness of man
Death
I have faced it



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Tapping on my window
A tiny Cherub
Pink face
Fluttering wings
Give me entrance human
Of love to you I sing

So I spoke
Fly on in
Rest where ever you may
I will pause my work
Though I scoff at love
Listen to what you say

Shocked
He stuttered
Love is necessary
To exist
Live
Breathe
I pity the mortal
With no love in its heart
What a sad creature you must be

Well Mr cupid
I have listened to you closely
Weighing each and every word
But it seems you have omitted
The other side of love
I will describe it in depth
So it may be heard

The giving of affection
The pain of rejection
Cuts and wounds never heal
Faith tossed aside

Hopes burnt into ashes
Smoke in the air
Lies spoken
Distrust and despair

So direct your aim
At some one else
As I tossed Cupid bow and arrow out the door
Away with your deceiving tongue
Oh false one
Cross my threshold never more

Happy Valentines Day



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Never heal
When examined closely
Cracks compounded
Are very real

Broken heart
Unstoppable tears
Painful memories of violence rendered
Etched in the mind
For many years

Splintered soul
Quiet
Silent and with drawn
Gaze into the solitary face
A lonely song
Broken bones


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To glorify the death of innocents
In unified voices
Unquestioning acceptance
Submissive resignation
Sorrows chant

If he who posses
In the universe
All power
Banish the moon
Blacken the sun
Stop the hour

Raise not godly hand
Halt the shower
Evils dominance o'er the earth
Is this his worth
His strength in my eyes
Remains unseen

What faith is this
Allows Satan free reign
The meek the no voice
Suffer in silence and pain
As the unclean put forth
Long tentacles of black veins
Depravities tools
With no pity rule

Teaching tolerance
Where is the love
As the bombs drop
Screaming humans
Frightened of dying
On repentive knees
Beg forgiveness
What faith is this




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I conduct the symphony of hell
In the earths bowels overflowing with sin
Silence rules momentarily
My infamous symphony begins
Demons of evil and nightmares
Eagerly pluck their human strings

Screaming and wailing
The music starts
Moans of the ******
Terrible and dark

Burst forth now the crescendo of souls
From the burning pit of fire
Each suffers their own punishment
The offense of mortal desire

Sounds of tortured emotions
Those inflicted with the devils disease
Shrill and high
An allotted part have they
In my arrangement of mad melodies

So into hells depth I delve
For music that can be found no where else
These are the notes of the condemned
I am the conductor
Of my symphony in hell



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Pitter
Patter
Fall the rain
The dwelling
Bedlam of London
Residence of the insane

Behind metal rusted bars
Shall they forever remain
Raving madmen  
With minds chaos they lay

How many poets
Are in the echoing screams
The artists visions
In lifeless eyes
A vacant being

The sculptor
Genius hands
Frozen into stone
Frightened into psychosis
For fear being alone

Pitter Patter
The maniacs clatter
Lightly fall the rain
Upon the dark roof
As the lunatics howl

Pitter Patter



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