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it ain't easy, when you relate, restrict and delegate,
when you draw a narrow lane on a highway that says
only left footed
poets need apply
<>
it does not say
slow cars stay to the right,
only trucks,
or oddly even,
no trucks



I love seasonality,
without thickly thinking
you take a break
from the poetry writing

one day I'll figure out a way
to monetize my love poems,
publish them as Shakespeare's couple(t)s,
"new edition plus
a couple of
newfound poems!"

maybe some fools will buy some thinking Shakespeare has been, resurrected!

love grows goes hot all over and
grow slower older
and grow colder,
in between those fine
ticklish teasing moments


when the miracle of resurrection repeats itself

something is said
a gesture is made
a finger strokes the cheek,
unexpected
and it all comes
rushing back again,
overfilling
that coffee cup mug she bought
just(ice)
for you

ain't gonna check how long it's been
since last I declaimed, disclaimed,
inflamed,
these pages with an only love poem

but I do know this:
it is something I think about,
It is something I know about,
it is something I feel about
daily
even on the nothing days,
when routine takes over
I know you couldn't remember of its passage,
is the waking up and the lying down to sleep


but the poets eyes are always open his emotive secret senses,
always alert,
what's that thing they always say,

his heart just wasn't in it!
(🥴if they only knew the truth😘)
Departing summer hath assumed
An aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of spring;
That calls from yonder leafy shade
Unfaded, yet prepared to fade,
A timely carolling.

No faint and hesitating trill,
Such tribute as to winter chill
The lonely redbreast pays!
Clear, loud, and lively is the din,
From social warblers gathering in
Their harvest of sweet lays.

Nor doth the example fail to cheer
Me, conscious that my leaf is sere,
And yellow on the bough:—
Fall, rosy garlands, from my head!
Ye myrtle wreaths, your fragrance shed
Around a younger brow!

Yet will I temperately rejoice;
Wide is the range, and free the choice
Of undiscordant themes;
Which, haply, kindred souls may prize
Not less than vernal ecstasies,
And passion’s feverish dreams.

For deathless powers to verse belong,
And they like Demi-gods are strong
On whom the Muses smile;
But some their function have disclaimed,
Best pleased with what is aptliest framed
To enervate and defile.

Not such the initiatory strains
Committed to the silent plains
In Britain’s earliest dawn:
Trembled the groves, the stars grew pale,
While all-too-daringly the veil
Of nature was withdrawn!

Nor such the spirit-stirring note
When the live chords Alcæus smote,
Inflamed by sense of wrong;
Woe! woe to Tyrants! from the lyre
Broke threateningly, in sparkles dire
Of fierce vindictive song.

And not unhallowed was the page
By wingèd Love inscribed, to assuage
The pangs of vain pursuit;
Love listening while the Lesbian Maid
With finest touch of passion swayed
Her own æolian lute.

O ye, who patiently explore
The wreck of Herculanean lore,
What rapture! could ye seize
Some Theban fragment, or unroll
One precious, tender-hearted scroll
Of pure Simonides.

That were, indeed, a genuine birth
Of poesy; a bursting forth
Of genius from the dust:
What Horace gloried to behold,
What Maro loved, shall we enfold?
Can haughty Time be just!
Marissa Navedo Apr 2012
Will time halt when the Mayan’s long calendar ends?
Or is it a mere cycle, a hoax disclaimed by all scientists alike.
A misnomer believed to have held truth,
such as Pluto being a planet, or a tomato a vegetable.
Will the tornadoes sweep away all the lies?
spread out on the west’s open plains.
Will the oil seep into the veins of politicians?
So that they will know the pain inflicted.
Will it **** the lives of those without health insurance?
Or will it reach out to the moguls of New York?
Where will the old shrimpers go?
When their skiffs are broken down,
on the abandoned Gulf Coast shore.
Where does anyone go to be safe?
Safety is hidden in the ashes of the towers,
intangible as democratic peace.
War news blaring form chrome flat screen televisions:
when will our troops return?
Death tolls pile up like discarded lotto numbers,
yet you keep playing with chance:
hoping for that jackpot to flash in fluorescent lights.
Yet victory is bittersweet when tainted by blood of the innocent.
Osama Bin Laden’s death calls for celebrations,
yet the war still rages on.
When will America be restored to pre-9/11days?
Or is it irrational as solving the 15 trillion dollar debt,
that escalates as the housing market plummets and gas prices rise.
Can you recount a time that it was under 3 dollars?
What has happened to America?
As I walk through the supermarket now,
California strawberries 6.99 a pound?
“Can I get a federal discount” my father asks.
He carries the satchel leaden with letters and packages,
although he is appreciated like junk mail.
3,700 post office closes their doors,
I notice the news article you tweeted.
I text you as I walk down the aisles,
oblivious to the techno music that plays,
and obese children beg their mothers-
for that candy bar with blood mixed in with cocoa beans,
from the African child wage slaves that harvested them.
This is what America has become.
Michele Obama tries to end obesity,
but we all know it is a fruitless claim.
As television ads are imprinted in their brains.
Ronald McDonald noted and not MLK.
We are too caught up in our fast paced lives,
to teach our children how to read,
it’s not our job we decide.
Caught up between late night snacks and filing away-
our dreams on the shelf, so they are not seen.
Ambitions lie in the cracked linoleum tiles,
in this supermarket neglected for countless years;
since no one cares, all that matters,
is profit, a quick fix.
You can’t just slap a Band-Aid on it America!
I can still see your wounds.
Cash or Credit?
“Credit” I say as I slide the sleek plastic card,
my I-Phone hums in my pocket.
Steve Job died? I hear Obama’s remark:
“He changed the way each of us sees the world”
Did he really?
My perception of the world is in accordance to Wi-Fi locations:
Skype contacts, Facebook posts, hashtags-
#TechnologyHasTakenOver.
I talk with the causality of a text.
The glow of screens and keyboard strokes barricade my reality.
I realize this as I read your enumerations.
I read articles of what states pass gay marriage,
and wonder who you would have married?
I wonder if you would have help Emerson,
pick up New England’s shattered pieces after Irene?
I wonder if you would have protested Wall Street,
since you are the 99%, the common man.
Would you have advocated for immigrants’ rights.
Fought the tarnished racist ideas,
corroding the Statue of Liberty’s ideals.
I spray paint the words of your poems,
On the brick buildings of every city,
trying to restore America.
revised verson
Faizel Farzee May 2020
covid -19
a killer unseen, without uttering a threat
it has the world pulling at every nerve, it has them down on their knees.
It has people creating songs about going crazy in quarantine
While Trump is really going crazy,
he cant throw money at it
for someone like him, this is unseen,
now his true colours shows
his fake, while the world bleeds
he is still trying to save his stake.
he has ample, yet he still pulls at every last cent.

If you cant see this, he must have stolen your eyes
he keeps it with all his supporters minds,
it's in his refridgerator, he keeps it on ice.
locked in a safe
now they all mindless, so they play by his rules
yet he control the outcome of dice.
he dont care about the human race
you can clearly see it on his unsympathetic face.

Why dint he react in haste,
maybe his just slow?
He is worth 8 billoin dollers, i really dont think thats the case
he cares more about the economy,and  losing face
he knows if the US economy drops
at the table in the whitehouse, he has to set china a plate.
give them the morning paper run their bath
and under his breath, he would have to quietly hate.

He would rather let the world burn,

They miscalculated this whole situation
they thought they were unleashing an attack
they forgot to disable the homing pigeon
it did a 180, knocked at their door, politely disclaimed Hi , I'm back.
Talking about money he has to track, that they paid to create this monster
is it just me or has the whole world been smoking crack.
we glossed over that, i get it  
He can even in song confess, our hands will still be tied
money is power, an intoxicating lust
the jury has already been bought, the justice system unjust.
truths are not pretty, neither is the world
so the darker truths we have to highlight
this whole situation, it's like im living in the zone of twilight
my mind cant compute, it doesnt feel right, what nex, t get abducted at night, now aliens can be real, parralel universes
truth shivering in fright this unholy night.
Howard Zagrebson Mar 2010
The quiet town of Sheridon,
Held a very curious myth,
A Crazy Bus that steals children,
Then empty's them off a cliff,

Younger children could see the bus,
But adults hadn't a clue,
The youngens told of what they saw,
But the oldens thought not true,

Many offspring dissapeared, 
For reasons unexplained, 
Thorough investigations to find the truth,
But the myth was quickly disclaimed,

Many family's fleeing the town,
In fear of hurt to their young, 
Detectives believed it must be a killer,
While the myth continued unsung,

The children continued to tell of their seeing,
So watchmen were sent to the cliff,
But still nothing came apparent to them,
So the theory returned to a myth
LOVE HAS DEPARTED

Departing avenging spirits
In the dead of winter;
love has assumed to know all hearts,
But what stands before thee
Are the cowards of the lost?
all they bring is wickedness,
what has happened to true love?
Oh, tender hearts,
Why did you depart into the dark?
the gentle touch of lovers’ hand
Where the beauty of spring;
this old town has humiliated me,
But then the knight looks and sees
His love under the leafy shade,
Writing her heart away,
He looks with a stunning smile
upon his face that couldn’t be removed
if she is near; words of anger started to fade,
but then he looked around and she was gone,
His anger ragged like a villain;
He looked at the cowards
that has been making war,
what is it you have done?
That is when the cowards started to run,
Then one of the cowards
stopped and looked back,
Saying, Dark Angel is taken his queen home,
There was this big hesitating chill
that moved faintly in the knights’ heart,
a darken trill of the dead of winter
moved in his soul;
The knight heart became cold.
loneliness came from love;
while the cowards of the town
laugh so loud towards the knight
he pulled out his sword;
and told them if they come back
they would lose their heads,
Clear, loud he stood his ground
In the old town, he called home,
Wide is the rain that brings on pain,
that gives free choice to all who bleeds,
you can love or run from it;
or you can love and fight for what your
heart beats for and will die for it,
like a true ‘’ Shakespeare’’ theme;
that has been written in true passion of love
that gives feverish dreams;
Dark Angels, deathless powers,
The knight takes on his delight
that verse how he truly feels,
love is where his heart belongs,
But his queen her heart is no longer function
She has disclaimed her love for thee.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery
Sphoorthy Soma Dec 2010
The fountains mingle with the river
and the rivers with the ocean
the winds of heaven mix forever
with a sweet emotion

nothing in this world is single
all things by a law divine,
in one or other way stay together
then why not I with thine?

see the mountains kiss high heaven
and the waves clasp one another
no flower in love would b forgiven
if it disclaimed her lover
the sunlight clasps the earth
and the moon beams kiss the sea

what are all these kisses worth,
if thou kiss not me?
Wolfey Oct 2013
Whispering willows,
slowly singing a euphony.
Cries loud enough to hear through soundproof walls
and covered vents.
Leaves that fall to their death.
Only to be then shattered beneath a plastic,
sadistic platinum foot.
Sad trees no longer visioning its "Great Perhaps"
A cup of tea sipped every second to Pluto,
who has tragically been disclaimed as a brother,
and back.
No long wondering who and why,
when and where.
Indebtedness being a rare occasion.
The colors of summer,
adapt to the mourning sun.
Fall has come.
Where reincarnation is now the cycle of life.
Marques Jul 2017
The liquid and mutable subconscious
Can always return disclaimed feelings.
Nat Lipstadt Jul 2019
so Olson (#2), Honorarium

around here,
poets have been advised and disclaimed
the genuine praise of others get repaid
in kind, in k i n d

no, nope, not in
succinct pithy praiseworthy commentaries
that pays the quid pro quo bills

no ******* it,
a full blown poem is your honorarium,
you have torn open that envelope, and gosh ****, golly gee...
debts must be paid for the scales can not exist imbalanced,
until pieces of me equal pieces of you,

and I hate owing (for one never can be owning) poems...

Honorarium

this lonely business, never paid the rent,
at best, I hear them whisper, leave him be,
he’s entranced in other galaxies, breathing
words of nitrous oxygen, which has oft
produced excitable effects, copious weeping, hysteria,
and uncontrollable hyena laughter and
a sadness so deep, we fear for his retrieval


while
conversing with others in his head,
but when he writes of honor & love,
beware his bewitched bewitchments,
when all flu-like symptoms starburst all at once
the words are corded and stacked.
for fiery consumption in a hearth hearted fireplace,
word fries with aioli spice tendered in repayment


not a one lost, for those poems, though up in smoke,
lung imprinted, and breathed out into the clouded atmospheres,
dragon exhaling, poems roaring, stored and restored
honorarium in the crematorium of word debtor prison


an “the end” sigh dot dot dots the bitter end,
the anchor resting on sandy bottom,
at last, the last word, debt paid, honor restored


this, this
he loves best, when the beast released
and then returns to rest-in-chest and
await his next self imposed commission,
immolation in isolation
...
Nat Lipstadt Apr 2024
~for all the old poets,
especially one so denominated, my old faithful friend…~
<>

the
THEY,
emboldened and italicized,

are whispering and whimpering,
even
whining
that I’ve gone
wimpy,
lost possess of mine
facilities and faculties,
no longer able and capable
to command, demand, in hand,
import
a decent poem
from & in the English language(s) to
purport,

lost my edges,
hide behind the hedges
of inconsequential ancestral
and incestual rhymes,

these
THEY
do oft appear as voices in my
now emptied and unemployed head,
but familiarity breeds contemporary
contretemps of contempt,
for they are remiss,
in dismiss when the eyelids
flutter,
the noble temporal lobes
mutter,
’tis thy~thyme ole man,
for spillage of your

FPOTD
(first poem of the day)
thus kneecapping the cancer
of a restless dark hour period
where failures and faults,
of lines
crossed and uncrossed,
bear you to pieces,
bare your lifetime
laundry list
of pulsing, palpable,
fulminating and always ruminating faults
of which penance cannot be bought
by the bags of pennies and sordid assorted coins
that THEY
will find in the back bottom of thine closets,
along with the manuscripts
of the discarded and forlorn,
unloved and unpublished poems that you chose
to have buried with you,

lest you think that
eternal rest
will best
them voices,
they will accompany you
to permafrost of forever dark,
their once and future demise,
a travesty of
justice…

enough.

lists of to do’s;
the exercise of delaying death
for one more day,
by trodding on the treadmill
that postpones the inevitable
that can
always tun longer and faster
and cannot be outdone, outrun,
but
this poem
disgorged and disbanded,
it’s bytes,
will not bite mark me
in the forever future
their bytes are alive now,
free to be chomped and well chewed,
and once fully digested,
be return to our Mother
Earth

where some disclaimed poems
go to be buried
within it’s eternity
Christos Rigakos Dec 2020
Inquire not of me, nor of my life!
     All knowledge, by instruction, is withheld.
     Our blood line cut, your kin no more my wife,
     your right to know by your own hand dispelled.
Your silence had you ousted from my heart,
     when I besought your most beloved names.
     Your hush kept me at bay, and us apart,
     as I sought you, my son-ship you disclaimed.
Now if perchance a thought of me has raised,
     please quick extinguish it and mind me not.
     Why resurrect the ghost of one you've razed
     upon your kin's request, and made as naught?  
True love, when born, has immortality;
when false it lives only conditionally.

(C)2018, Christos Rigakos
English/Shakespearean Sonnet
jayant om Aug 2018
Happenstance, my resentful muse appeared in front of me,
in a bleak and bitter night
to mourn over the death of my feelings.
and, I standing over the edge of a cliff
a snowy cliff
I was not alone,
my feelings were by my side.
my feelings which are
half parched, half shriveled
and I began to strip those feelings furthermore
so they can be heaped
and I can exhume them for good in the fire within.
the sullen muse smiled apathetically; Ironically my lips curved too
as we both knew each other.
And, the night was astonished to see us smiling.
and I took my confidant, it read.
The coldness within is far colder than
the snows; you might meet soon your beloved at the dawn
but that dawn never ever came to knock the closed doors
of my heart.
my heart like a cloak
has encompassed my being
and it knows
what they call LOVE
LOVE IS NOTHING BUT AN ILLUSION.
as relationships are always
a gamble, merely a prediction
which by the times turns into
a dessert.
and the dust of time
makes is barren
more barren by each passing moment.
Night, by then was about to bid adieu
and it stopped just for a while
to say
your disclaimed existence is not a song
it is a lullaby of your soul
which is in a deep slumber
and I along with dawn shall make you love again.
it is a promise to you.
And, that promise is even today remains a promise
unfulfilled promise.

© Jayant Kumar Sheen
Sia Jul 2017
Mother
Father
Do you love me
Despite my love for she?

Brother
Sister
Are you ashamed
You're sister has been disclaimed?

When I took the flag
For being a ***
They blamed me for red
For when I left my families heart to shread
Screamed orange
For when I went for that slow plunge
Questioned yellow
For their woe
Cried green
For they believed I was merely a teen
Who could never tell purple with blue
Yes, they told me I had no clue

I insisted on love
On my wonderful ladylove
It was she
My cup of tea
It was love I let win
Not sin
LOVE HAS DEPARTED

Departing avenging spirits
In the dead of winter;
love has assumed to know all hearts,
But what stands before thee
Are the cowards of the lost?
all they bring is wickedness,
what has happened to true love?
Oh, tender hearts,
Why did you depart into the dark?
the gentle touch of lovers’ hand
Where the beauty of spring;
this old town has humiliated me,
But then the knight looks and sees
His love under the leafy shade,
Writing her heart away,
He looks with a stunning smile
upon his face that couldn’t be removed
if she is near; words of anger started to fade,
but then he looked around and she was gone,
His anger ragged like a villain;
He looked at the cowards
that has been making war,
what is it you have done?
That is when the cowards started to run,
Then one of the cowards
stopped and looked back,
Saying, Dark Angel is taken his queen home,
There was this big hesitating chill
that moved faintly in the knights’ heart,
a darken trill of the dead of winter
moved in his soul;
The knight heart became cold.
loneliness came from love;
while the cowards of the town
laugh so loud towards the knight
he pulled out his sword;
and told them if they come back
they would lose their heads,
Clear, loud he stood his ground
In the old town, he called home,
Wide is the rain that brings on pain,
that gives free choice to all who bleeds,
you can love or run from it;
or you can love and fight for what your
heart beats for and will die for it,
like a true ‘’ Shakespeare’’ theme;
that has been written in true passion of love
that gives feverish dreams;
Dark Angels, deathless powers,
The knight takes on his delight
that verse how he truly feels,
love is where his heart belongs,
But his queen her heart is no longer function
She has disclaimed her love for thee.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery
Anna Nov 2016
Love unites two persons that used to be miles apart
Based upon friendship that should be firm as a rock
It is something you give to someone out of reason and heart
And should never destroyed just by jealousy and betrayal

Love isn't something you do for fun
It sometimes bear the biggest factor for some
Love should never be constrained
And never ever should it be disclaimed
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2019
I didn’t know it at the time,
but my misspent youth was planned

          The training ground for what I’d write,
then hard to understand

The many schools, the teachers chides,
expulsions my reward

Postgraduate work for future truth,
all voices untoward

The risks were high, survival mined,
Shangi-La, a vagrant’s room

My pen disclaimed, all actions shamed,
flat broke one afternoon

From the diner’s window I heard the song
that turned my life around

As Gregg Allman sang ‘Melissa,’
my true destiny was found

And today I harbor no regrets,
there’s no one left to blame

As I write the words for me hard one
—my sinful past reclaimed

(Strafford Pennsylvania: July, 2019)
    ‘Thank You, Gregg—I Miss You’
Kurt Philip Behm Dec 2023
You can’t embrace
the moment forever
whose verity
at essence ungrained

By definition
it must rename itself
once mentioned
decried and disclaimed

What came upon you
to die in place
where vacuums exit
in time and space

Regenerating
from life’s cocoon
and starting over
—Amayasvan moon

(The New Room: December, 2023)
KorbydAngyle Jul 2020
Troubled/ no or fair/ by the still golden waters cadence or refrain from the inclusion of an individual's own shackles/ which drum a constant clasp of the next intent based on the purity of the assessment/ schink shlank slap/
Cobbled were streets or hobbled we people/ their paths not just warriors but our own war with the weary looks of the discontent of gold without/ a mirror and resolved souls/
And so marks a facet to evoke endless return of magic's need for self preservation and the self that is legends own gold armour/ a victory we together pave/ Golden Stave...
If these are the truths we seek and/ the God or Gods to find answers/ then what anathema awaits or a convocation in place of that?... Of no less is our theory derived thus philosophy and deliverance interpose. Affine the nature of our path with a certain answer .. of only two choices... That which I am and that which I might convert
And we Christen this day with the memorialized self opacity - all persons but one in a mystic realm her story unfolds by the ancient altars bedlam...
What savvy morrows does clemency's graces trounce.. in upon as spiders/ no snakes assumed panderous/ a squander- no lions in a mane/ not lower but higher dragons by bane. Though the fury of deliverance quenching not a birth from dens of evil's title banned by ~gold~ and bones. In insipid shallows.. not a grievance shall I bequeath/ my final breath is upon the restless encounters sought by such velocity/.. of sallow's as any inner self. Such a contrast to presbyter zombies princesses and elves!
Why?!
I was in a dungeon in Hell being tortured by the devil.
Whence forth all stitches of sentient docile was challenging farther than the girth of the Lord's great ship. Reaching souls by way of coast to coast..
Lords and Ladies sorceresses and witches in for the storm of temper and bulwark. Each I speak of naught for turn of fortune is for one to resolve (she touts the Golden Stave). A lament on a basis to which no lives' have dragon for my soul and the gold which I seek not nither or nye but in severed tones to the justice I speak. Hear me this..
And a world/ and a lot of confused self folly. This is not the Lord.. These are not my reflections..
Aluft cloud or mezzanine protections and wrong impressions.
What chain of holy command can virtue make if the gift you hold was never yours to take.
It was not taken foolish old Priest. It was found as if by prophecy that I find the wellness of such pious virtues endured by the plethora's gauntlet for riches in Heavenly retributions, a constant hierarchy contrite yet arbitrary of obfuscation enough for my own liberation.
Your epicurean delight now fiddler to tunes of which the canon shouldn't find disingenuous reprieve to be certain..
But tis mine.. .. Flying monkeys/ fangs and claws. Though driven as prayer invocation the involuntary inveterate invertebrate doesn't stay for boundaries moxie shall soon be broken..
In arbitration the rapid deteriorations invective hastens a new anticipation of vile amelioration for disclaimed lay you/ lugubrious maiden.
Slayer slayer mox of nether! Light nor lotus prayer! Deliverance from which I ran. What soul pientous aster fiends by world and legend n tales run ragged as all else falls by the wayside. To what lays in my pretentious individuals land as my true own disquisition thus began!!
it's actually taken from a heavy metal and dance musical i wrote with the stage and characters removed to show the flow and poetic style
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2024
You can’t
embrace reality
forever

Its tenets
restrict and
constrain

By definition
it renames
itself

Once spoken
to then be
disclaimed

What comes
upon you
the moment laced

Where vacuums
exit
in time and space

Regenerates
from life’s
cocoon

In endless
cycles
— moon to moon

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2019
When I want to express anger,
I get madder than hell

When I want to give love,
how deep is my well

On those times that I covet,
how green I become

And when wrestling with hate,
the result zero-sum

When my face blushes red,
I wear it with pride

Excitement and fury,
then never to hide

These things at my core,
at your risk to defame

Like politics censored
—emotional correctness disclaimed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019)
LitEm Sep 2021
I am the evil the bad, they portray me as
Even lesser men petrify my shadow
No care, no recognition
No dust of humanity left beneath the deep darkened soul
******* with a thousand heartbreaks
Hurting them with no feelings
Playing them like its a game
Earning love but yearning for fame
To my eternal shame
Broken vows for others name
But not fully to be blame
Never wanted any of these claims
I was Born from devils remains
Made from the very flames
What others disclaimed
Forcefully so i became
Nothing ever remained same
but then all changed when she came
Like a Childs game, i searched for her name
Intended to change her to my surname
had proclaimed young love
Instantly fell for each other
past is finally let go of
you are my love, my heart, my soul
Love you more than all the days and nights
Deeper than all oceans and skies
Seen with my own eyes
As faith even despised
My own blood had disguised like a snake, arise
That what gave me butterflies turned to agonize
Soon to fade, my true love dies
As soon as sunrise, i fall back to all lies
Realizing that i am Utterly left alone with my cries
Dark Angels, deathless powers,
The knight takes on his delight
that verse how he truly feels,
love is where his heart belongs,
But his queen her heart is no longer function
She has disclaimed her love.


Poetic Judy Emery © 1983
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
DARKEN DREAMS POETIC JUDY EMERY
Departing avenging spirits
In the dead of winter;
love has assumed to know all hearts,
But what stands before thee
Are the cowards of the lost?
all they bring is wickedness,
what has happened to true love?
Oh, tender hearts,
Why did you depart into the dark?
the gentle touch of lovers’ hand
Where the beauty of spring;
this old town has humiliated me,
But then the knight looks and sees
His love under the leafy shade,
Writing her heart away,
He looks with a stunning smile
upon his face that couldn’t be removed
if she is near; words of anger started to fade,
but then he looked around and she was gone,
His anger ragged like a villain;
He looked at the cowards
that has been making war,
what is it you have done?
That is when the cowards started to run,
Then one of the cowards
stopped and looked back,
Saying, Dark Angel is taken his queen home,
There was this big hesitating chill
that moved faintly in the knights’ heart,
a darken trill of the dead of winter
moved in his soul;
The knight's heart became cold.
loneliness came from love;
while the cowards of the town
laugh so loud towards the knight
he pulled out his sword;
and told them if they come back
they would lose their heads,
Clear, loud he stood his ground
In the old town, he called home,
Wide is the rain that brings on pain,
that gives free choice to all who bleeds,
you can love or run from it;
or you can love and fight for what your
heartbeats for and will die for it,
like a true ‘’ Shakespeare’’ theme;
that has been written in the true passion of love
that gives feverish dreams;
Dark Angels, deathless powers,
The knight takes on his delight
that verse how he truly feels,
love is where his heart belongs,
But his queen her heart is no longer function
She has disclaimed her love for thee.

- Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
THE QUEEN OF DARKEN DREAMS POETIC JUDY EMERY
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2020
I wish that I had cared enough,
to mention once or twice

That what I wanted now has changed,
old virtues turned to vice

The past left misbegotten,
and future long disclaimed

The present what I’m running from
—its hourglass in flames

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
No Need to Go Insane

No need to lose your mind —
The world’s insane enough:
Beneath the beast of swine,
Where Satan rules as god.

Here idiocy is “normal,”
Betrayal counts as work,
This mad abyss enormous
Will grind all souls to dirt.

What’s left will be just fragments,
No Spirit and no Mind:
Cowardly degenerate
Among disgrace and slime.

For them — the “vets” are ready,
The rotgut on the rack,
Their “homes” are prison-barracks
In “viral” staged attacks.

A brand-new plague invented,
And poison brewed to match —
The trusting fool presented
His faith, and got dispatched.

And so the farce keeps going,
False madhouse day by day:
By lies and fraud bestowing
Mass ****** on display.

Nine lunatics together
Will seize the wiser one,
Cry “madman!” — and forever
Drag him to psych ward’s den.

The shrink there plays the High Priest,
A tyrant cloaked in robes:
Resist him — you’ll be silenced,
Your life erased with drugs.

At schools the fools are teaching
The children how to rot,
While remnants of all culture
They burn without a thought.

The “scientists” keep swearing,
Yet cannot prove a thing;
They simply lie, declaring —
And crown deception king.

The freaks will still inherit,
And even now they do:
Insanity declaring
A war on Reason true.

Attacks are never-ending,
Genocide as their Law,
And Reason now is vanquished
By venom of their jaw.

This World-Asylum spreading
Will fester like a sore,
And all this filth won’t vanish
In silence anymore.

The plague-house will be burning,
Its ashes in the track:
For all of this they’ll answer,
For humankind fights back.

The sickness is one only —
The Stupidity, the Blight,
Where man debased, unholy,
Is swept from Earth outright.



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The world is mad already —
No need to lose your mind.
The fools enslave the Reason,
Their law — betray and lie.

A madhouse built of ashes,
Where truth is burned away,
But all this filth and madness
Will meet their Judgement Day.

The plague is one and only —
Stupidity, the Blight.
Mankind turned beastly, lowly,
Shall vanish from the sight.



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Stupidity’s the plague —
Burn it, or be its slave!

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Reason or the Grave —
No mercy for the slaves!

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The “wise” obey the lies,
And call the Truth insane.

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The plague of fools will fall —
Their ashes feed the dawn.

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Mad world, mad laws —
But we will burn their cause!



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Battle Hymn of Reason

Stupidity’s the plague —
Burn it, or be its slave!
Reason or the Grave,
No mercy for the knaves.

The “wise” obey the lies,
And call the Truth insane,
But ashes feed the dawn,
Their empire burns in shame.

Mad world, mad laws —
We’ll burn their rotten cause!
The plague of fools will fall —
And Reason rules us all.



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Combat Media

The wail above the sky —
The Media took command:
“Assault again, comply!”
Like poison gas unmanned.

Bombs are nothing new,
But Media at war
Erase the mind in you,
And rot you to the core.

They’ll strip away your mind,
Your honor and your name;
The cattle, deaf and blind,
Devour the lies the same.

That herd becomes the horde
Of Darkness, bred to ****,
They march without a word,
Obeying master’s will.

Unleashed upon the neighbor,
Incited into hate,
They crush all sacred labor
And burn the Spirit’s gate.

For Spirit is the target,
That war is never done;
There is no price so marketed
That Lords of Night will shun.

The world becomes a tomb,
The coffin vast and rough;
The Spirit fades in gloom —
Its flame is not enough.



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Media wage the war,
Their weapon is the lie;
They **** the mind and Spirit,
And make the Truth comply.

The herd becomes an army,
Of Darkness, blind and base;
They march to serve their masters,
And wipe out human grace.

The world becomes a coffin,
The Spirit fades to dust;
No peace until these demons
Are shattered into rust.



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1.
Media = War.
Their weapon — the Lie.

2.
They **** the mind,
To keep the herd blind.

3.
Spirit is the target —
Silence is defeat.

4.
Media’s command:
Obey — or be ******.

5.
World turned coffin,
Truth still burning.



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MEDIA = WAR.
Their weapon — the Lie.
They poison the Spirit,
They teach you to die.

They **** the mind,
They blind the herd.
Obey their command —
Obey every word.

The world’s a coffin,
But Truth still burns.
Silence is death —
The tide will turn.



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Systems of Views

All systems of belief — spawned by ****,
False science, empty words,
And all the lies of religions dumb —
Take a cold, pure shower of the absurd.

Return to the Foundations, souls chilled:
Cleanse your mind, or you
In a world of filth, a servant willed
By vermin, will lose beauty’s view.

Not-I, not-thought, but pure Perception —
Down with the judgments the filth
Has forced on all: that curse’s injection
Drives the Spirit into forgetful mist.

Universal Delusion. False Science
Chains the Pure Mind tight.
The shameful world sends lectures dense —
To make you worship filth’s blight.

Conceptual “consciousness” —
A trap for Spirit, where it bleeds
Like a lamb upon the altar: dismiss
All theories, discard the creeds!

Only intuition will help
To cast out lies and march ahead.
The path to Light is harsh and stealth —
For it is… within, not gleaned from thread.

Theories, books, provide but scraps;
So throw aside their hollow cries.
Take pity on yourself, shed the traps,
And serve your Spirit’s rise.



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All systems lie — the **** devised.
False science, empty creeds despised.
Discard their chains, their hollow rules,
And cleanse your soul from filth of fools.

Not-I, not-thought — perceive, just see!
Intuition guides — set your Spirit free.
Books and theories offer scraps, not Light;
The path is inward, fierce, and bright.

Serve only Spirit — nothing more,
Reject the lies that plague the poor.
March forward, pure, with mind and soul,
Till Truth and Light regain their whole.



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Reject all lies,
Serve only Spirit,
March inward to the Light!



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Smash the lies!
Awaken the Spirit!
The Light is ours!

Falsehoods crumble —
Spirit rises,
Truth endures.

All their “wisdom” — ashes,
Their chains — laughable.
We walk our own Light.

Ditch the books,
Ditch the rules,
Follow only Spirit.



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We’ve Arrived…

Media, bureaucrats, fools, and clowns,
Clowns of politics and news.
Here we are — at the edge of tombs,
The world reduced to almost nothingness.

There’s nothing left for the Reasoned folk —
Negative selection rules the land.
To the feeding troughs the Judas throngs,
Things worsen still — that’s all that’s planned.

CowID showed it all in war:
Madness is the world’s “normal” state.
And hidden **** govern behind closed doors —
On the dumb TV screen, just petty hate.

Through Media flows the control of crowds —
Bureaucrats and cops keep watch.
Few are left to fight the Darkness proud,
The masses hide in holes, and there’s silence as their scotch.

At the edge of graves the people — fools,
Long majority: stupidity reigns,
From cradles trained to **** their last strength,
To rot, and obedience in chains.

The Overton window — the only “exit”
Invented in this insane little world.
All is accepted by the docile mad,
No patience left in the fool, unfurled.

World Fascism — the final drop,
The patience of higher Powers ends.
No wiping off this last stinking blot —
They’ll burn the world, as FOOL’S LIMIT bends.



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Edge of the Grave

Media, fools, and clowns —
The world’s a void, a lie.
Negative selection rules the crowds,
As Reason fades, we die.

CowID proved the madness,
Hidden **** pull the strings.
Few rise to fight the Darkness,
While docile fools obey kings.

The Overton window — the only “exit,”
All is swallowed by the blind.
World Fascism — the final drop,
The last stench of patience confined.



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Edge of Madness

Media, fools, clowns —
The world burns, we rise!
Reason fades —
Docile fools obey.

CowID showed the madness,
Hidden **** rule all.
Overton’s window —
Escape for the blind.

World Fascism drops,
Patience ends, beware!



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The Surge

The final surge awaits —
You’ll smash to shards if you fail.
If you’re not a wretch —
Escape the Bedlam of Lies without bail.

There’s total fascism there,
And traitors crowd the land.
Idiotcy reigns as “normal,”
Praise for filth at hand.

Foundations trampled flat —
The essence of this Bedlam,
You rot like a mule,
Lost among the thicket, mayhem.

All paths overgrown
Where fear and lies don’t tread.
The road is harsh to walk,
But hurry on instead.

Decay is such that stench
Assaults your every eye;
In ******* so deep,
The machine is long gone by.

Fools’ lies mow down the truth
As if at war they fought.
No chain is stronger
Than the deceit you’ve caught.

You tumble in that filth —
And call it “the way” today.
Two-thirds are beasts — remember this,
If you plan a surge someday.

They’ll betray, their mouths demand
To feast and snitch on cue.
Only Spirit shows the path —
Trust intuition through.

Amid the ****, your sniff of truth
Is weak, but still pursue.
Move forward by feel,
Leaving Bedlam’s stew.

What lies ahead — unknown,
Doesn’t matter where you go;
There’s less stench ahead — a bonus
Not quite zero, though.

The herd consumes and spies,
Poisons in their veins ignite.
CowID was just a warm-up —
A fantasy of endless blight.

They’ll believe all lies,
Expose themselves in kind.
The filth pretends to save,
But they are not humankind.

Only servants are corrupt,
All monsters serve their lord.
Baphomet rules the darkness,
The king of this world’s accord.

Impossible surge? —
Surge! Break yourself apart.
Better to die with motion,
Than rot obeying the ****.

The surge — and Nature acts:
The hour comes to end
A hellish world, if Spirit’s trapped
By monsters you defend.

They’ll crush you slowly —
Time measured in long years.
If your Spirit still burns,
You’ll escape eternal tears.

You come from infernal worlds —
This one the worst of all.
Be brave and harsh,
Unless you’re already a thrall.

Only fools will whine,
Calling this hell their best.
It’s hard to live here
Unless you’re filth possessed.

So surge. Tear and tear —
Muscles split, Spirit flies.
Mind and Soul are not in blood —
You’re among servants’ lies.

Among Satan’s minions —
This is a sentence long.
Forever trapped, except in dreams,
Where other worlds belong.



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The final surge is here —
Break through the Bedlam, break the lie.
If Spirit burns, move without fear,
And let the herd rot by and by.

Two-thirds are beasts, their mouths demand,
To feast, to snitch, to serve the ****.
Only intuition guides your hand,
Through filth where lies have won.

Impossible? Surge anyway —
Better to tear than rot in place.
Muscles split, but Spirit may
Escape this hell, and find its space.

Among Satan’s servants — tread with care,
This sentence lasts, eternal, grim.
But surge! The path is yours to dare,
Your Spirit flies beyond the dim.



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Surge

Surge! Break the lies,
Let Spirit fly!
Tear through Bedlam,
Leave the herd behind!

Impossible? Surge anyway —
Your Soul will rise!
Muscles split,
But Spirit soars!

Among Satan’s servants —
Dare the final surge!



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The Foolish Herd

In a world of lies and vileness,
Where falsehood reigns supreme,
There’s no limit to the mindless,
Fools trust on every scheme.

They draw not grief — but sorrow’s gift,
Lies stronger than the worst.
With it, they turn to vermin,
By foul deceit accursed.

This stinking lie destroys the Soul,
Worse than death’s own pit.
It drags them to the depths of Hell,
Where falsehoods never quit.

The monsters lead them gladly in,
With songs and dancing too.
Along the way, they’ll **** their minds
With pseudo-science brew.

Betrayal is their labor,
Corruption full and raw.
The wise perish like the flies,
The stench of Darkness gnaws.

No execution’s even needed —
They die by their own hand.
Only **** will reign supreme,
Conducting vile experiments planned.

How long can one endure the rage,
The wild decay of mind?
How long till conscience crushed to dust,
And silence binds mankind?

If you stay silent — we’ll enhance
The depth of stupid decay.
A mix of filth and moral rot
Turns man to trembling prey.

No Spirit left, no honor stands,
In this global slaughter pen.
These monsters take their ****** toll
On those who bend to them.

Black-magic **** drain all your force,
Sever your link to God.
And imitate themselves in youths —
The flesh to grind, the Spirit trod.

So cast away all monsters’ lies,
Refuse to be a fool.
Multiply the fight against this filth —
Destroy these inhuman tools!



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The Foolish Herd

Cast off the liars’ chains,
Refuse to be the fool.
Fight the monsters, multiply,
Destroy their wicked rule.

They drain the Spirit, **** the mind,
Feed on the weak and blind.
Silence strengthens their decay —
But your Spirit must not bind.

Betrayal is their labor,
Corruption is their way.
Rise against the inhuman **** —
Don’t let them have their sway.



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The Foolish Herd

Cast off their lies —
Fight, don’t obey!
Monsters drain the Spirit —
Strike them down!

Silence feeds decay —
Speak, resist, destroy!
Betrayal rules no more —
Crush the inhuman ****!

Rise, the foolish herd won’t bind you —
Spirit breaks the chains!



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The Cart-Prison

Think your cart is yours to steer?
It’s a prison-wagon here.
The supermarket of this world —
Reduced to ash, and fear.

If you’re chained to it, forget
The world is built on lies,
You’ve become the cattle herd,
Where mindless swine abide.

Ruminants chew their brains away,
A nauseous, sluggish tribe,
Where dullards pass as “normal,”
And every talent they deride.

The “giant mind” engaged in scooping,
Greeds for self, all dull and mean,
Fed on filth, obsessed with crap —
An idiot, long since seen.

In the Global Asylum now,
The majority reigns supreme.
The world is in a coma, bound
By evil’s tightening seam.

Through smartphones, not chains, they steer,
Megatons of lies consumed.
Soon fools will be destroyed by lies —
CowID showed this doom.

All grows duller, brazen, worse,
But as long as there’s a feast,
One can be more vile,
And through this, generations cease.

The shame will burn to embers,
These idiots turned to dust.
Propaganda’s sexed-up ranks
Feed the frenzy, blind and unjust.

The dumbing-down continues,
Limits nearly reached at last.
Madmen bark — the world is aimed,
The liar’s target cast.

They’ll tune the scope of lies,
But super-lies will thrice prevail.
All fury tripled — nothing else,
Only lies here set the sail.

This super-prison-cart —
The whole insane world spins.
Not a mistake — it’s meant,
For every wretch, it grins.

Artificial idiothood —
Centuries of genocide.
Creatures of Evil feel no pain,
Soon they’ll turn to ash outside.

As will all the fools,
Every last one, transformed.
Does Earth need such monsters?
This Hell is long performed.

The process has begun,
Tentative, yet crushing fast.
Soon briquettes of super-evil
Will burn the lies at last.

Their song is sung —
Let them lie for now…



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The Cart-Prison

Your cart’s a prison — wake!
The world is built on lies.
Fools feast while Spirit dies,
Evil spreads before your eyes.

Generations dumber grow,
Propaganda rules the land.
Megatons of lies consume,
Strike the **** with your own hand!

Super-prison spins the world,
Artificial idiots reign.
Burn the lies, crush the fools,
Let Spirit rise again!



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The Cart-Prison

Your cart’s a prison —
Break free, fight lies!
Fools feast, Spirit dies —
Strike the ****!

Megatons of lies —
Burn them all!
Super-prison spins the world —
Crush the fools!

Rise, Spirit, rise —
Destroy the artificial herd!



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Dust

"Shake off the dust of cities, shake off the dust of unfamiliar speech, the dust of friendship and enmity, the dust of grief, love, and death. O free man, who has chosen freedom! You have only the wind in the desert!"
— Ibn Said, Tablets of Demons


As if in cotton, in dust
Of "friendship" and of "love,"
And in the sticky fear
That poisons like a glove.

Impossible is friendship
Or love if you are a slave —
Only service to the monsters,
And a wretched hoard to save.

The hoard within the mind too:
Trivial nonsense, ashes all.
Beasts in wild, furious rage
Crush souls, in their thrall.

Each day grows more corrupt,
Soul after soul they reap.
Genocide persistent —
The vile fool runs deep.

There he ends — submissive, wild.
Satan reigns as god.
The majority — deranged,
In this infernal sod.

Shake off all this, go light,
Mystics, poets, lead the way.
On the daring path ahead,
Leaving Hell behind today.

No longer be untouched —
Or you’ll become a wretch.
Boldly inward — only there
Will answers etch their sketch.

Fight for Light — submission kills,
The city is a barren dune.
If you struggle — Hell will fade,
All rot and filth gone soon.

No sorrow, no death —
Only cleansing dry wind.
Believe in this alone,
Strike lies, burn the sin.

The filth of Hell is salt,
Its essence, vile and stark.
Under fascist ****, the world
Is dread, obedience, dark.

If you’re in the "desert"...
Nothing left to conquer there.
A cataclysm comes soon,
Sweeping Hell, leaving bare.

All that’s rotten, vile, and base
Will vanish, gone forever.
Only in the Pure Spirit
Will life return, endeavor.

If your Spirit shines — the path
Is stench and slime unclaimed.
They cannot cling to Light,
The vile ones are disclaimed.

Shake off the dust of cities,
Of friendship and of strife.
The space is torn apart —
Mirages of the world lose life.

Mirages in the desert —
This wretched world revealed.
Here, in lies like mud,
The frog is dumb, poor, and sealed.



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Dust

Shake off the dust of cities,
Shake off the dust of lies.
Friendship, hate, all illusions —
Let the false world die.

Step boldly inward — answers wait
Only in the Spirit’s core.
Fight for Light, resist submission,
Or perish evermore.

The world is dust, a barren dune,
Rot and filth swept clean.
Only in Pure Spirit shines
The path to what has been.

Mirages fall in the desert,
Lies and slime dissolve.
The Spirit flies, untouched, alive —
The false will not evolve.



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Dust

Shake off the dust —
Let false worlds fall!
Step inward, fight for Light —
Perish not, rise tall!

Mirages crumble in the desert —
Only Spirit thrives!
Strike lies, burn the filth —
The Path is clear!

Falsehood dies —
Pure Spirit rises!



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Ignorance

"The more knowledge, the greater the ignorance."
— Buddhist saying


Wild ignorance —
Only polished skin.
Legacy of false science
Kills the brain within.

Even here, a snare —
The mind thinks not, the brain transmits.
Monsters scatter reason,
All logic in the pits.

“Knowledge” fed them lies —
Darkness in every thread.
Souls are slaughtered so:
A “mind” left hollow, dead.

Where logic is impoverished,
And Spirit lost in haze,
Pedagogy itself
Becomes the dulling maze.

Satan’s servants craft
Programs of inner night.
Through them comes the eclipse
Of conscience, truth, and light.

Lies mutilate through tone,
The result — a blinded slave,
Patient of a global madhouse,
Virtue lost in propaganda’s wave.

Conscience crushed by fear,
Poison mixes with the dark.
Memory overloaded —
Talent dies, snuffed like a spark.

The **** know this well,
And all is done to spite.
In “knowledge” they have set
A trap, crude, dull, and trite.

Multiplying “knowledge,”
You slay the soul within.
Sheep to the slaughter,
Humans drowned in fear and sin.

There are simple truths
That anyone can see:
Mind and Spirit must be pure,
Else lies will never flee.

Above all — to lie is the greatest sin,
For here begins genocide.
You’ll be consumed by it
If intuition you do not guide.

Make instinct a tradition,
Fearless, see the straight path.
Do not let reason blind you —
You’ll glimpse the stinking pit at last.

Cunning substitutes
Clear sight of mind.
They prepare in Hell
Knowledge as plague confined.

Multiply “knowledge,”
And you multiply lies.
Spirit tortured,
Mind dead — the soul dies.



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Ignorance

False knowledge kills the mind,
Spirit crushed, the soul confined.
Multiply the lies they feed —
Only intuition breaks the creed.

See the pit, the stinking snare,
Fearless, gaze the truth laid bare.
Lies enslave — resist, stand tall,
Pure Spirit rises, falsehoods fall.



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Ignorance

False knowledge kills —
Trust your Spirit!
Lies multiply —
See the pit!

Intuition guides —
Break the snare!
Mind enslaved, Spirit chained —
Rise, resist!

Deception dies —
Pure Spirit thrives!



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Stench of Decay

The world is nearly dead —
Lies crush all in sight.
Rot, shame, despair,
Horror and endless plight.

Above you hangs
The eternal question’s weight:
Have you given in, turned sour,
Or is Hell in full spate?

Fear will not save —
It won’t preserve a soul.
Soon all here turns to dust...
And humans pay the toll.

Be stronger, forget pain,
It will only get worse.
Endure no more the shame —
Resist the cursed curse!

Multiply your defiance!
Seek your own fierce band.
Strike the dull lies down —
Or don’t hope to stand.

Your soul is at stake
If you surrender now.
Like beasts or lifeless shells —
Humans follow the vow.

They make cattle
Of the dumb and blind.
Chains of darkness multiply,
Lies replace the mind.

Lies **** and corrupt,
Captivity enslaves.
Become a mere louse
If decay your spirit saves.

All around is only rot,
Forgetfulness of chains.
Leave the prison now,
Discard the endless pains!

Only struggle
Can save the soul we bear.
A slave’s fate
Will **** the Spirit everywhere.

Spirit alone is precious.
Without it — no life remains:
The stench of dung flies,
Nothing but black slime remains.

So step into the fight —
Our final battle calls.
Break the chains of fate —
Become yourself, above all!



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Stench of Decay

The world is rot, lies crush all,
Fear won’t save, the weak will fall.
Rise up, resist, endure the fight,
Only Spirit turns the night.

Chains of darkness, lies abound,
Break them, let your strength resound.
Step into battle, cast off the thrall,
Become yourself — and conquer all.



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Stench of Decay

Rise, resist —
Lies will fall!
Chains of darkness break —
Spirit stands tall!

Fear won’t save —
Fight for Light!
Decay surrounds —
Only Soul survives!

Become yourself —
Conquer all!



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Zombies

Zombies, zombies, zombies —
Everywhere they swarm around.
Not just blind fools, idiots —
Zombies want to bring you down.

Upbringing run by ****,
This hell begins in childhood’s grip:
They **** your spiritual link,
And leave dullness as the heirloom gift.

Memorization kills the mind,
Strict discipline crushes talent too.
What comes out is a blockhead —
Stupid, soulless, and askew.

Propaganda finishes the job,
Smothering with lies, decay in place.
You’ll forget Dignity and Shame,
Monsters rule the peoples’ space.

Goebbels would envy Hell
The chatter of new-fascist media.
And nations drift in total madness —
This **** has always craved hysteria.

Pointless labor crowns the feat:
Transforming minds into dumb, ugly shells.
Souls are slain, reborn in new generations,
Each year the genocide swells.

If you’re still alive — seek the wise,
Smash these ******* with your hands.
But leave the zombies be for now —
Fight the fascism that grips these lands.

Break total lies with steady might,
Build your clans, pursue the path to Freedom.
Multiply Truth everywhere,
Though this world is foul, and ugly breeds its kingdom.



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Zombies

Zombies swarm —
Everywhere around.
Not just fools —
They want you down.

Seek the wise,
Smash the ****.
Fight the fascism,
Till it’s undone.

Break the lies,
Build your clan.
Multiply the Truth —
Reclaim the land.




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Zombies

Zombies swarm — crush the ****!
Seek the wise — strike the dumb.

Fight the fascists, raise the Truth,
Break their chains, reclaim your youth.

Truth survives, zombies fall,
Build your clan, heed the call.

Smash the lies, spread the Light,
Stand your ground — and win the fight!



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The Soul Must Awaken

"Do not let the soul grow lazy!
To pound water in a mortar, no;
The soul must labor, never ceasing,
Day and night, and day and night!"
— Nikolai Zabolotsky, 1958


The soul must awaken —
Only Mind must strive.
Only thus you’ll not be broken
Beneath dark thoughts that press and drive.

Here genocide with ****** hand
Has crushed a world gone mad.
Fascists, monsters, rule the land,
For Satan is the god they’ve had.

Your soul becomes your steadfast aid,
Your Mind the taut and deadly bow
That strikes the pack of Hell’s brigade —
The kagal of traitors, sunk in woe.

Draw all your strength from Spirit pure,
Reject all lies, multiply the True.
Traitors and Hell’s vile minions are
Nothing but lice — nothing but lice, through and through.

Seek comrades bold enough to fight
The final battle at your side.
But only skillful, sharp, and right
Will turn the tide; don’t waste your stride.

Thus seek new ways to face the ****,
For these dark years demand fresh war.
Old paths are weak, the old ways numb,
Dogmas **** the zeal we bore.

Our battle paths must be renewed —
Only in Mindful combat grows
The chance to rise, the force accrued,
And break the chains that endless woe bestows.

Build your clans, and in them guards,
Strong flanks to strengthen all your might.
They multiply our powers, hard,
And keep our fury burning bright.

Fight — and death’s form matters not;
What matters is your courage shown.
A brave soul saves itself from rot,
And all that clings dissolves, overthrown.

The hellish mire that held its sway
Will tremble, crumble, fade, and die.
Decay returns to decay’s own clay —
The vile infernal fiend shall lie.



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Soul Must Rise

The soul must rise — the Mind must strike,
Against the dark, the fiends alike.

Draw strength from Spirit, cast lies away,
Seek bold comrades for the final fray.

Build your clans, stand firm, ignite,
Fight with courage — restore the Light.

Hell’s foul grip will tremble, fall,
Decay returns to its own thrall.



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Soul must rise! Mind strike true!
Draw strength from Spirit — fight, renew!
Hell shall fall; the Light breaks through!



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1.
Rise, Soul! Strike, Mind!
Fight the lies — leave none behind!
Hell will crumble, Spirit wins!

2.
Awaken, Soul!
Draw power, crush the foul!
Light prevails, Darkness falls!

3.
Soul on fire, Mind like steel!
Break the chains, the darkness kneels!
Stand for Spirit — all shall heal!



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Soul Awakens

Rise, Soul! Strike, Mind!
Fight the lies — leave none behind!

Awaken, Soul! Draw power, crush the foul!
Light prevails, Darkness falls!

Soul on fire, Mind like steel!
Break the chains, the darkness kneels!

Stand for Spirit — all shall heal!
Hell will crumble, Spirit wins!



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Awaken, Soul! Strike, Mind!
Crush the lies, leave none behind!
Fire within, steel your will!
Break the chains — darkness kneels!

Spirit rises, Hell will fall!
Fight, endure, and heed the call!
Stand, resist, let Truth ignite!
Darkness shatters in the Light!



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Awaken, Soul! Strike with Mind!
Crush the lies, leave none behind!
Light ignites — Hell’s grip breaks!
Stand, fight, and all it takes!

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Awaken, Soul! Mind strike true!
Break the chains, crush the foul crew!
Spirit rises, darkness falls,
Stand and fight — heed the call!

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Soul on fire! Mind like steel!
Shatter lies, make darkness kneel!
Rise, resist, ignite the Light!
Hell will tremble at your might!

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Rise, Soul! Strike, Mind, strike fast!
Crush the falsehoods of the past!
Light prevails, the shadows break,
Stand, endure, for Spirit’s sake!

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Awaken, Soul! Strike with Mind!
Crush all lies — leave none behind!
Light breaks through, Hell falls blind!

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Rise, Soul! Mind strike true!
Shatter lies, make darkness rue!
Light ignites — Hell falls too!

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Soul on fire! Mind like steel!
Break the chains, crush the foul deal!
Spirit wins, darkness kneels!

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Awaken, Soul! Strike fast, strike hard!
Crush deceit, let truth be starred!
Hell trembles — Spirit guards!

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Awaken, Soul! Strike, Mind, Strike!
Crush all lies — let Light ignite!

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Rise, Soul! Mind strike true!
Shatter lies — let Light break through!

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Soul on fire! Strike with Mind!
Darkness falls — leave none behind!

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Awaken, Soul! Strike fast, strike hard!
Crush deceit — Light wins the guard!



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Draining Souls

Virtual “money,” unreal “meetings,”
And greed off the charts: one puff for another.
All transactions happen in meaningless fleeting,
While the human Spirit fuels this wheel—gone like a bother.

Then the soulless beast steps upon the stage,
Continuing the devilish, relentless farce.
Everything is pegged to “money,” everything has a wage—
Man reduced to cheap goods in a counterfeit farce.

Brainwashing has become a twisted art,
Stupidity the norm, the psychopath in command.
The one without conscience, reason, or heart
Rules the fool—and the fool obeys on demand.

All consciousness drowned in illusion,
Crowds of traitors feed the machine.
The world itself has become a total confusion,
Betrayal now routine, like a daily routine.

Intellect, that support for Spirit and light,
Vanished long ago, replaced by cunning and vice.
The crippled drive the herd into endless night,
Spewing only nonsense, rolling their dice.

Enormous lies have eclipsed every mind,
Falsehoods grow like exponential fire.
A new plague one can now easily find
And shove to the fools in moments entire.

Pseudo-science no longer strains to argue,
Just believe, and the Beast will rule.
It crafts a new faith: “Science proves”—
The world bows to its dark, monstrous school.

Tension and fear are kept constant,
The best way to corral a herd.
The herd’s excuses are elegantly redundant:
“They march to happiness.” Gluttony is not absurd.

They’ve long devoured all freedom,
Sold their souls for GMO.
Thus the world is an idiot on a deformity,
And the vile feast, a triumph in shadow.

Spiritual, bright, and pure souls
Are a dying species in this Hell.
Their path is hopeless, dangerous, obscure,
Each hunted, forgotten, or dead as well.

The world has long been ruled by foul inhumanity,
And setting all against all—its ultimate aim.
Man a slave, food for ****, a mere commodity,
Yet darkness blankets every weak soul the same.

War of all against all for that… virtual bait,
Any means are justified in this fight.
But Nature sneezes at this artificial state,
And Reason still has value in her sight.

So the ***** House will be burned away—
This vermin is abhorrent to life’s law.
Endless seas of stupidity and misery lay,
And to burn it all is no flaw.

The Sun has already begun the purge—
Its radiance grows stronger each year.
Soon it will scorch the Idiot World,
And every vile creature will answer here.



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Souls Drained

Soulless beasts feast on man,
Lies flood, Spirit crushed, undone.
Nature strikes—burn the Idiot World,
Every vile creature undone.



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Souls Drained

Soulless fiends on stage appear,
Grinding Spirit, spreading fear.
Brains washed out, debased, profaned,
Human fuel—our souls drained.

Lies explode, the herd obeys,
All is “money,” all decays.
False science reigns, the Beast is king,
In this hell, the masses cling.

Burn the ***** world to ash,
Let the fools and vermin crash.
Nature’s fire, the final strike,
Every fiend will meet their spike.



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Souls Drained

Soulless beasts feast, the Spirit dies.
Burn the Idiot World—let Nature rise.
Every fiend crushed, truth flies!



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Souls Drained

Fiends devour, the Spirit bleeds.
Lies enslave, the world misleads.
Burn the herd, crush the ****—be freed!



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Souls Drained

Burn liars, crush fiends, let Spirit rise!



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Souls Drained

Crush the fiends, burn their lies,
Awaken the Spirit, let it rise!



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Souls Drained

Smash the fiends, scorch their lies,
Spirit ignite — let falsehoods die!



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Worldwide Madhouse

“The Yellow House” glows inside,
And in that madhouse, psychs reside.
Kick the lunatics? They barely stir —
These psychs are quiet, soft, demure.

No raging souls to spoil the game,
The inhuman rejoice, stoke the flame.
No end to filth that floods the ears,
A river of lies for all to hear.

Buckets of falsehoods slam and spill
On minds already weak and ill.
Our own psych keeps silent still,
Firm against the muck, resisting will.

Resistance to Evil? Only tales.
Servants bow, the House bewails.
Poisons cure, the doctors scheme,
Psychs trained meek, a docile team.

A new war? They craft with ease.
The madhouse sinks, the rich appease.
And if you’re sane, go find the wise,
Alone you fall, the madness lies.

Escape the chaos? Only as one,
Alone you’ll break, your fight undone.
Though the world’s madhouse rages wild,
Paths of salvation guide the mild.

Go INWARD, seek the core,
Share with allies, endure the war.
Surrender? Then beware, my friend —
Like a rat, your soul may bend.

Be brave, alert, and full of pride,
Your Spirit will support, your guide.
In struggle firm, you’ll never fall,
The Spirit opens the path for all.

Strike the vile, bring judgment down,
Be stubborn, strong — we’ll claim renown.
Hell itself will fade away,
If we endure, if we hold the way.



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Madhouse

The Yellow House burns, the psychs are still,
Lies flood the world, yet we hold our will.
Go inward, fight, let Spirit lead —
Strike the vile, crush their greed!

Hell will fall if we stand tall,
Resist, endure — destroy it all!



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Madhouse

In the Yellow House, the psychs all cower,
Lies rain down, but Spirit holds the power.
Strike the vile, crush the herd —
Stand tall, burn Hell, let truth be heard!



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Madhouse

Burn the lies! Crush the herd!
Spirit rises — Hell be purged!



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Hellfall

Rise, Spirit! Smash the filth!
Burn the madhouse, break the guilt!



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Hellfall

Rise! Strike!
Burn! End!



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Hellfall

Rise, strike the fiends,
Shatter chains, break their schemes!
Burn the lies, end their night,
Stand your ground—bring the light!



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Soul Rebellion

Hell spreads its claws, the weak all kneel,
But your Spirit strikes—sharp as steel.
Lie and venom crumble in your way,
Break the darkness, seize the day!

— The End —