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Tammy M Darby Oct 2013
Danced to and fro keeping time
Coercing voices of the past
Threatened to pull me down
Into a void of darkness
Where they have chosen to lie

Banishing hope with mere words
In its place unending pain
The weight of sadness lay like stone
Tears of mortals
Emotion produced rain

It is a war between the good and bad
The psychotic thoughts in my mind
Ideas I sometimes entertain late at night
Would send chills down your spine
My brain a struggle between discipline and reality
In control of my frail being
The conscious and sane faction

I decline the song of the seductive voices
That call from the echoing pit
Ghostly sirens of fading time
As they dance to and fro
In a frenzied pace
To the maniacal thoughts in my mind



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Tammy M Darby Nov 2013
I am trapped in a mire of reality
That was my past
One of submission and pain
I struggle endlessly to forget
The feel of hard fists
As they rattle my head
The taste of salty blood on my lips
The world fading in and out goes black

The triggers fire
In a pillow muffle my cries
Pulling a blanket over swollen eyes
Thinking like a child I could hide
From the face that haunts every minute of my life
As the beating plays in slow motion
Over and over again  
I am powerless to stop it

The triggers fire
My situation turns dire
I fight for my breath
As rough hands close around my neck
The memories of red pain dripping
Ring through my mind
Like the bells for the dead
When the triggers fire

The triggers in my poem represent sounds, sights or thought that cause me to remember certain events in my life I try to forget but it seems easier sometimes to write them out  and even then I do not know if they will truly ever disappear  



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Tammy M Darby Dec 2016
Call to me gently, laughing
Rules Death the King

Beckoning me fiercely onward
Vixens of love spurned sing
Their voices tempestuous and stormy
Furious as madman’s dream

The unceasing strum of insanity’s strings
Dementia led many poor souls astray
They pass through the ingress of the forgotten
A pity never more see the life of day

Powerless to resist the satin coffin of coldness
Or the music winged harpies sing.
Doomed to the end of eternity
To bear the misfortune
Of the unceasing strum of insanity's strings


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Tammy M Darby Aug 2013
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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Where cold the bodies lay
Pledged their loyalty and honor to a lie
They shall nevermore say

Sacrificed their lives for the red,white and blue star covered flag
While covetous politicians  
Piling high their spoils
Washed the blood from their hands

The children mourned the white stones
Where the cold bodies lay
Little boys and girls tears flowing down their cheeks
Throughout their lives remember this day

The proud American died for his beliefs
He shall nevermore say
Vanquished
Silent
When the sun rose orange
Sleeping quietly in marble grave

The widows mourned the white stones
Where the now cold bodies lay
A few loving words by those close to the heart
They shall nevermore say

It was their duty to act as they swore and pledged
A soldier they follows commands
Leaving their souls forever in the golden deserts
While politicians
Washed the blood from their hands

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Tammy M Darby Sep 2013
A powerful witch
She began to spin
Waiting for the spell to begin

Head held high
She did not weep
Close to the heart
Revenge did keep

Strong in mind
Never break
Upon red moon
His life did take

Now she danced arms raised to the sky
As the captured soul
faded and died

A fierce creature
From beginning to end
Beware of the witch
When she starts to spin




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Tammy M Darby Aug 2013
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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Tammy M Darby Oct 2014
The night descended upon the day
Inhaling the goodness
Smothering
Murderous
Diseased and dark

.Mankind swallowed down the perverse evil and sickened
Desperate for the emotions once felt
No longer remembered
That will once more warm and quicken
Dead jaded hearts,

Rose from their bank's angry rivers
Now rocky dry brooks
The ocean overcame the land
Islands sank to sea beds below
The earth furious heaved and split
The coals of the sleeping volcano's were lit

Humanity shivered in moldy damp caves
Counting their once thought endless days
No longer gods of the earth
Of green rich ground
Or untouchable stars
The world was falling apart


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Tammy M Darby Jul 2013
If my heart ceases to beat
Cold in now lifeless body
It must continue to spin

The red blood cloak of the awakening  sunrise
Its coming golden rays shower the skies
With its radiant beauty
Whether blood courses or not
Eyes wide open or shut

The tide will go in and out
Poseidon's salty colored waves
Roll in wild reckless abandon
Foamy lace covered dancers


The lady moon sits high in the sky
I never question why
Simply accept she is there
Queen on her throne
With grace and royalties air

If I refuse to take breath
Or care not to rise from my bed
Emotions fragile and churning
My heart ceases to beat
In cold body
The world will not stop turning




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Tammy M Darby Oct 2013
You were easily bought
For you Judas is the perfect part
The one you have chosen to play
Thirty pieces of silver

The money within hands reach
You must follow through
Destroy the one who loves you most
Raise your glass to your soon to be riches
Proclaim your toast
Thirty pieces of silver

Cursed silver coins tossed and cast around
To acquire these shiny gods
You must kneel down
It is fitting a snake be on the ground
That Judas you would be

Now lastly you must find a tree
The one from which
Your body shall sway quietly in the breeze
Who will hear your last breath
For an evil heart  and a love untrue
So I offer this gift
Thirty pieces of silver



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Tammy M Darby Oct 2017
And when confronted retreating to the shadows
They flee
To plot evil conflict and lies
Secret the numbers that burn their skin

Those of the darkness fear the light
Reveling in the night
Condemned lost forever in their chosen plight
They bear the mark of the beast
666

Those of the darkness fear the light
The words and vengeance of the golden angels
Silver wings spread blinding
Replete with truth
From shriveled priests
The godly songs unsung and unseen for a thousand years

Those of the darkness fear the light
For the war of the universe will come
As written in the book that those unclean cannot read
And the holy battle those who bear the mark
No longer will the world be shadows and dark

Because those of the darkness fear the light

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Tammy M Darby Sep 2017
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Tammy M Darby Aug 2014
As the earth sprouted deaths seeds
The moon crumbled  into shadowy dust
Greed's skeletal  hand did blind
The seeing eyes of mankind
Into the universe was evil's blade ******

Unseeing
Uncaring
The sun grew cold
The seas rose from their depths and beds
Mountains shook with vengeful power
The long anticipated hour
Till the sound of humans were no more.

From dust of those before us we came
To this same dust we will return
Our existence fading into lore
Written in the infinite skies
Our doom and destinies prophecies    
Alas this was the sad stars tale
Of those who did not see



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Tammy M Darby Feb 2018
See little in the breath of life
Despair and strife shadow their hearts  
Cruelly and without mercy command their minds
Darkness touch is ever so blindingly sweet
The light of the living never meet
In the murmurings of a quivering night

Those who worship the God of Death
Seek no glimpses into a heart
Long ago they decreed
All love depart
Forfeiting that which made them human
Sacrificed on the altar of their cold demanding god

Those who worship the God of Death
Wander in silence and stealth
Caring not for influence, lineage or social plight
It is inconsequential
In a world where emanates no light


For them darkness touch is ever so blindingly sweet
The light of the living never meet
In the murmurings of a quivering night
When the world becomes silent and  emanates no light
Those who worship the God of Death delight.

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Tammy M Darby Mar 2019
The old tale wandered cross the Fearnóg moss green
The faint songs of the ancient’s druids sing
Woven spells round the faeries rings
Brian Boruma mac Cennetig might hold the throne
On golden scarred brow bore the crown of High King

Tuatha Dé Danann shimmering robed in white Bogbean
Gloved in moss sewn fine with buttercups
Coltsfoot garlands round their heads
Whitlow grass soft neath their feet
And heather pink droplets of drifting fog

Children shivered in anticipation round smoking peat fires
Awaiting long told stories of battle
Against the fierce black-haired Fir bolg

Rose the legend Hy-Brasil from the waves
Come the count of seven years
In the dreamland of the Irish
Tír na nÓg

This was written for my Family the Irish
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Tammy M Darby Dec 2013
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Tammy M Darby Jan 2014
In my dreams
I struggle to breathe
God have pity
I can find no relief

Shaking and trembling
At another's touch
Images of your hands
Around my throat clutch

Rarely now do I sleep  through the night
All the blows rain down upon me
From left and right

Why is it
I cannot rid myself of these fears
Maintaining my hidden life
Trying to hide my tears

Each breath I take
Is full of sadness
Seeking an escape
From your violent madness


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Tammy M Darby Aug 2013
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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Tammy M Darby Oct 2017
Strong timbers began their transition into locust wood
While stones and mortar that were proud walls
Began their slow decay

No longer will it be the bond of a structure
Lacking in strength
Made weaker by passing days
So began the process of disrepair
Soon in a useless pile they would lay

The roof
Stolen shelter
Would now offer a passage
Providing entrance for tears of rain

And upon utterance of words by the dark silhouette
The heart of the dwelling pitted
Slowly collapsed in ruination
Once the harbor of a deep love
Now merely a rotted foundation

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Tammy M Darby Jan 2020
It is common knowledge among those of ink and pen
There are many that flee from the light
Those who yearn with all their being for endless nights
As shimmering stars forever fade from the sky


The silent ones who thrive and bloom in the cold darkness
Devoid of sound and beyond human sight
Kindred souls writhing in tempestuous  rhyme
Boldly defiant of normality realities, boundaries, and time.

They cavort unhindered and unbound through the universe
  Shrouded in the mystique of creativity
And the components of the schizophrenic mind
Singular creatures ever longing for vanishing stars and endless nights

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Tammy M Darby Sep 2013
The days pass rapidly now
I no longer remember your face
Yet I still recall the salty taste
Blood in my mouth from a hard blow

Wiping away the tears
To rid myself of memories
Do my utmost best
On the ground I lay
Your boots to my chest
Ah yes
This pain remains with me still

Terrible heart pounding dreams
Tender spots on my head
The striking of your fists
The color of red coats my long brown hair

Hands around my throat
Squeezing tight
Your intention evident
As my breath is taken
To extinguish my life

Why is it
I live in fear
Of attack
Day after day
From darkness to dawn
Though you are not near
My heart warns beware
As I must continue to exist
Or find a pathway to escape
Waking nightmares

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Written for victims of Domestic Violence ............
Tammy M Darby Mar 2017
Drunk with madness and spirits
With the devil, they whirl

Dressed in daggers pockets ring with coin
The skies feared the words of the night birds’ song
The cold brook whispered of blood on the rocks
The half-moon bowed to the Lord of dark

Hand in hand with the Horned God dance
Frenzied and ensnared in evils trance
Kneel to him who fears the touch of light
So passed the willing victims
And their souls lept high

Wayward souls of the conscious world
Drunk with madness and spirits
With the devil, they whirl

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Tammy M Darby Oct 2014
Let the tale begin
Though our hearts run, skip and race.

Squandering the living earth
With no conscience laying it to waste
Selling our lives for a printed green face
Ill- gotten by the stroke of a pen

We are all dead men
Counting our black  sins
Willing souls infected
Putrid
Evil smell carried high on the wind

Now the tale comes to an end
We are all dead men
Flowing thick blood, muscle and bone
Into the underworld we march
Judged and condemned
Hell now our comfort and home
We are all dead men


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Tammy M Darby Feb 2019
Scholars of the script
The notably odd ones out
Greedily clutching our paper
Wooden pencil in hand
Remaining silent when we want to shout

Aspiring to write perfect stanza
That is always just beyond our grasp
Bearing the sidelong glances and whispers
That our undertakings often bring about

We are the Misfits
The Manic
The Loners
The Strange
Rife with depression

While declining to be mundane

We are the poets
The writers
Artists of letters
Courageous and valiant
Carefully treading through the veil of reality
Trying not to lose our balance

We are the poets
The writers
Singular and unique
Each having a story to tell
As we live our lives
A precarious existence at best
Between the promise of Heaven
And the fear of Hell

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Tammy M Darby May 2014
White dust in golden skies
Atoms and protons of the universe
Mortal
Destined to die

The blackness of our souls
Revealed in dead eyes
As the creator call us rise from our graves
In cold coffins unmoving we lie

Shadows of the underworld
Fate place upon us aged hands
Strong heart that beats in sinewy chests
Is the silent downfall of man

Love and life's ills take tragic toll
Until we breathe no more
Forgotten
Lying in decaying ground
Still and silent evermore


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Tammy M Darby Oct 2017
With no conscience bombs were dropped
The bodies of children lay scattered
Hearts forever stopped
Home and families destroyed
Blood ran the streets
Welcome to Freedom and Democracy

They looked away
While millions died
The elected leader
By the US decried
We are here to help they said
Spreading their disease
Welcome to Freedom and Democracy

So they ***** the land
The oil and minerals seized
Welcome to Freedom and Democracy
The stars and stripes of death
Gently waves in the breeze
Welcome to Freedom and Democracy

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Tammy M Darby Sep 2014
Of perpetual sadness
It is my closet and dearest companion
Speckled writhing snakes of madness
Melancholies gold jeweled scepter
A dark gaunt haunting specter I am
Walking hand in hand with betrayal
The confidant of love

Welcome to my world of voluntary isolation
Playing hide and seek with trepidation
I do not speak
For my mind racing at speeds beyond comprehension
Of these thoughts, I shall make no mention
For they will shatter your beliefs and offend your senses

Welcome to my world
Where sulfur smelling whispering shadows abound
Death hovers round rings of on destiny of his fingers
Waiting watching
Silent patient and knowing

I am a rare painting of violence
Rendered by a greedy vicious hand
Created by a monster who dances behind a smile
That cannot be destroyed

Welcome to my world.



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Tammy M Darby Aug 2013
Are you resting quietly
Without a sound
No longer a slave to emotions
Or earthly bound

Perhaps
A ghost floating through the air
Being a spirit having not a care
Except to find a place to rattle your chains
Haunting the living
On the wax and wane
What are you

Are you a complex combination of alien energy
Enlightened soul in flight
Mixture of protons neutrons electrons
A blinding atomic light

Or just a cool body
Placed in the ground
Mourners in single file
Solemn faces come round
Each one expressing their sadness
At your departure

What are you



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Tammy M Darby Jul 2013
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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In the dimensions of your mind
Passions depth unfathomable as the raging seas
Love never ending across the vast universe and time?

What is it you seek?
In the obscurity of your dreams
A utopian false existence,
An unrealistic thirsting need?

What is it that you seek?
Perhaps blood payment,
For the plunge of the knife.
The continuous chaos,
Of an involuntary imposed life.
What is it that you seek?

Wealth and diamonds beyond all the tell.
Rings of red rubies as in the stories of forever and always,
Crowns of scrolled silver and bangles of yellow gold.
As the heart blindly searches for the answer,
What is it that you seek?

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Tammy M Darby Jul 2013
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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Tammy M Darby Jul 2017
Thoughts fester and wallow in retrospection
Regret reclines upon your left shoulder
Gloom unforgiving sits upon your right
Prodigious and ever bolder
Attired in the colors of the night

Vacant is the once brilliant soul
It's path freely chosen
Ah unwelcoming heart bloodless and morose
Once pulsating with love and life now infinitely frozen

Indeed it becomes you
As glittering tomorrows metamorphose into yesterdays
Anger devours the futile effort
To unburden one's self of taunting shades
No words of this world shall relay to that which awaits
The unwavering constant confusion
When the moon grows dark on the wane

When Regret at leisure sits upon your left hand
Gloom hushed and brooding
Convenes with melancholy upon your right
Come the watching murmuring somber shadows
Provoking madness in the mind.

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Tammy M Darby May 2018
When the Last War began
It had been 15 minutes since the first missiles were launched and NY had no warning before it hit, entire blocks were obliterated, debris, brick, and stone mixed with flesh as horrified onlookers had only a second of recognition, before they too were nothing but melting skin, then ash as the radiation spread like a broken dam. A firestorm consumed all in its wake and deaths sister continued to rain down poison and rattled the earth in the aftershock of devastation.

New York City, Los Angeles, and Washington D.C. had been hit only minutes apart and the smell of fire and blood filled the rubble-strewn streets, those that did not perish instantly were killed by flying shards of glass, metal, and other projectiles. The smell of burnt hair infiltrated the nostrils of the soon to be dead as veins and muscle were ripped from the bone in an instantaneous flash. The screams caught in the throats of the victims stopped before they disappeared into flames.

Not one, but four nations had launched missiles in response to the sanctions, the isolation and tightening the noose of the military to strangle countries considered to be the "enemy," by the US.

But Trump's inner circle had miscalculated, the military, his advisors with all their combined minds never truly entertained the idea that Russia or China would attack and were confident the might of the capitalist US and its military would always prevail.

Russia, Iran, North Korea, and China had long been secret allies, laid their plans and patiently awaited the day when the US could no longer hide its intentions and made no effort to do so, openly challenging territories of other nations, promoting economic terrorism, backing extremist rebels and destroying governments. as they pleased and with impunity.

The lack of, "freedom and democracy," were frequently used an excuse for the invasion of unfriendly countries, along with the seizure of assets and resources, strategic position, or refusal to use the currency of the United States.

So they fired the missiles and dropped the bombs. The people of all nations had depended on their governments to use diplomacy to negotiate the differences that were the basis of the conflict. They never expected a real nuclear conflict to occur until it came as deaths face to their door, like a flash of red light before the darkness claimed them.

And so the last war began.

My first try at writing a short story

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Tammy M Darby Jan 2016
Muffle echoing screams
Brush hot tears from heavy brown lashes
Falling from violent dreams

Kiss trembling lips lightly
When the monster comes
Till blackness permeated with pain
Flees from the rising sun

Caress oh so tenderly
The hesitant outstretched hand
Gaze upon the shattered being
The artwork of man


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Tammy M Darby Jan 2014
Evening slipped into the long abyss
So fell the red moon
Malicious shadows forecasting doom
For the cursed animal man
Inhabiting the precious earth

Fearsome rolling rivers ran dry
Black smoke filled the spanning azure skies
The churning murky green oceans gave up the bones of their dead
When the moon turned red

The crust of the hard ground shook
Split and burst into deep fiery crevasses
Dark yellow orange smoldering nooks
Swallowing all of life
So obliterated was mans world as we know it
Destroyed
Barron and dead
When the moon turned red

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Watching keen eyes
No word from lips
Observing the world
Little notice or acknowledgement
As the weakening grasp slips

Blue burst uncontrollable into black
Light overcomes and then  dark
The perimeter grows smaller and smaller
As the whispering voices start

Living deprived of joy
An artificial life soon erased
Fleeing to madness dimension
Refusing to bear the pain

Offered as sacrifice
To the altar of insanity
My mind
With no resistance
Soul and heart reluctantly parted
When the soft whispering voices started



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Does your soul writhe in guilt in the depths of the night?
Do you drift through the universe
When sleep gently kisses your deceitful brow?
In a fragmented world
As you carelessly dream
And I silently scream

Wandering idly with little thought of others
Stumbling foolishly from star to star
Closing your eyes to the affliction
Casting glances on hearts afar
In your dreams
Do you hear my screams?

Does your soul tremble with remembrance of words?
In the black of the night?
As I spread my dark wings of vengeance
Ascending fiercely
Into waiting fiery skies
While I dream
And you scream

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Tammy M Darby Jan 2014
Has not loved
With undying passion
Out of control reactions
Unknown gnawing need
A solitary souls greed

Show me the human
That would reject without consideration
Unfaltering love
Complete adoration
Incomparable sensual sensation

If there be one to speak and disagree
It is a false tongue lying
A shattered heart dying
From lack of a caring smile

Who among us says this
With foolishness insist
They posses a unique immunity to these emotions
Who among us

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Tammy M Darby Aug 2013
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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To me speak words of affection
My love, thee and mine
Facing most assuredly
Certain unconditional rejection
In the perilous quest to revive
A heart frozen in time

What fool would dare
Cast loving glances my way
Walks the road of glass shards
For his admiration shall be slain

In a last desperate effort
To coerce cold blood to flow
Injecting love into a mind
Where thoughts of two
Will no longer grow

Alas the valiant dreams
Are all in vain
As soul less eyes stare out
From the impenetrable veil of pain
Who would dare



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Tammy M Darby Nov 2013
Its putrid smell
Your secrets deep
To all will tell

Thick sweet scent
Composed of evil and blood
The winds blew seeking its victim
Comes the faceless demon on a fiery horse

Twisting black breezes
Race at a madman's pace
Cast monstrous shadows across the sky
Revealing the answer to questioning eyes
The soul was swallowed by its own lies


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As the sinewy flesh slowly frays and pulls apart
The final futile struggles of dying blood
The memories of evil acts
Torn from the dark
Flow in a torrent through leaky valves
A regretful flood

With every beat, beat, beat, of the heart
Demanding their just dues
The ghosts of your past cruelty
No longer in fear of you
Have at last come to call

You were told in written word long ago
There was a price for each red drop
And you shall pay each and every day for your hateful hands
Until your pitiful cold heart finally seizes and stops.

You starting counting the beats in your chest
One by one
Wishing in your mind there were more sunrises
  There will be only the last setting of the sun

So with every thud, thud, thud,
Of your poor heart
With each labored breath
From the darkness closing on the mind
You pray on your knees and beg for just another day
Hoping to sate the gods with stolen gold
The fates refuse,
And turn away

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Tammy M Darby Aug 2013
Off I go
To the ****** ward
For the chasing of elusive words
I round them up and write them down
A poet demanding to be heard


Using only a word at a time
I will never have enough
So here I sit in the silly ward
A word chaser
A nut

The more words I write
The more I want
It has become an insatiable greed
Words I must have them all
Not a wanting
An uncontrollable need

My crime is that I am a word chaser
Many cannot understand
So this is my explanation
As I scrawl with pen in hand

Yes I am a pursuer of words
And all the letters I find
Line them up
Assigning their places
I paint them with metaphor and rhyme

A word chaser yes
Without reservation these faults I confess
Though my hands are no longer tied
The door is forever shut
So in the ****** ward I will remain
A word chaser'
A nut

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The moon shone in the window
Yellow broken rays
I turned towards you
Wrapped my arm around your waist
With trembling hand
Traced the lines on angular face
Curious
Where does your mind journey
When the God of slumber you embrace

Listening to your breath
Inhaled in
Breathed out with ease
Salty winds off the ocean
Mixed with sounds of rustling trees
Content with the fact
I know who you are
Without ever having met

Then I touched your lips to mine
The universe stopped
Halted time
A smile played about your mouth
Aware of my closeness
Opened your eyes

When the moon shown through the window
Broken yellow rays
I turned and wrapped my arm around your waist

This is a soul paying a visit to a man she fell in love with but had never met in person. They had only exchanged words of unspoken passion

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Tammy M Darby Nov 2013
The emotions of a human
Can be lightly
Played and strummed
It can resemble the steady beat of a heart
The sound cannot be replicated
Repeated or duplicated
Once the disturbing melody starts

The highest strings
Penetrates the mind
Representing the sadness and anxiety
For now you are quite alone
The shrillness will increase in strength
But will remain dark in tone

The lower strings
They are the loss of hope
Relaying disillusion
These strings are taut
Specifically for you
In my composition
I will most certainly use them

To complete my vengeful melodies
The strands I pluck and choose
Shall be your life's situation
For you, my sly one are the harp
And I am the musician

I strum the strings one by one
In a familiar rhythm, you know
I am smiling at your rapid demise
As your heart implodes silently and slow

I will continue to play you
Throughout your life
My tunes filled with retribution
Have no doubt
We both know it is true
You are the harp
And I am the musician

The strange and eerie song I play
Notes chose for their intent
For all the damage you have caused my dear
The strings I choose will represent

Now I perform this song
For your blackened soul
Upon which there will be many lesions
Till the echoes of this music
Shall drive you into madness
For you are the harp my darling
I am the musician


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Yet your soul withers and is dying
Mayhaps you were mistaken in your choice
Regretting the decisions  
The words were spoken in anger by a cruel voice

The smug triumphant demeanor
In shame long forsaken and lost
The desolate chill in early winter of the senses
Now comes the metastasis of feared black frost

You have in your hand all you desired
Yet silent in torment, your spirit weeps
Rest comes without in the guise of exhaustion
A weary conscience infected sleep

I say again
You have in your hand all you desired
Pray tell what madness in your mind have you sired
Though with company
Still alone in a cold empty room
‘With a slowly dwindling fire
But at least you have in your hand all you desired
Tammy M Darby Nov 2013
Maintain your distance
With a push and a shove
If you venture too close
Your world will disappear in smoke
Into the darkness
Where life is a blur

You must never love a person too much
Lest controlling hands
Around your delicate heart clutch
Constricting the blood
Pain overcomes you in a flood
Affection fleeing in a manic rush

You must never love a person too much
If this life you wish to survive
Study well the face
Find the truth in their eyes
Do not let love grow
Beyond what you can control
Never love a person too much


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If in the crescendo of my anger and pain
You are turned to ash and destroyed
The blame rests upon your shoulders
For you were duly warned
Scoffing at my advice to beware
You turned the handle and released the demon
Willing opened the door

If in my strange song of sadness
Ring out the deadly notes of retribution
I seek rightfully a vengeful solution
To the evil deeds perpetrated
Upon a now dangerous soul

If in my despair
I choose to be no more
The fault grow into a knotted fist inside your brain
Consumptive
Inoperable
The tumor wraps around your thoughts
Which shall turn to madness
No eviction is possible

Reflect upon the words I leave you with when I say
The responsibility is yours
You had received ample warning
Still you opened the door

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I will respond with the full force of hate
Forever shall your quest for peace
Eyes growing dimmer, old and white headed
The hour rapidly growing late

You heart shall be as stone
Love turn to dust in your mouth
No matter your efforts to make amends
Destruction of another soul
Bears a heavy cost

In the waning hours you begin to understand
That what eagerly awaits you
A double edged sword in avenging hands
For you took from me the ability to love
And your blood is the retribution I demand

So gaze intensely on the image
In silence
In the cold shadows
I have watched and waited
The soul destroyed that stalks you in the darkness
Is now the monster you created

Happy Halloween. Booooooooooo

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