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Graydon Archer Oct 2012
The gates of Hell opened wide.

Six million souls stepped inside.

Beaten. Shot. Starved to death.

The words of God still on their breath.

Screams of anguish.Cries of pain.

Abhorrent laughter of the insane.

Mother's beg.Their babies moan.

They smell charred flesh and smoldering bone.

Cords of bodies in a row.

Frozen corps in the snow.

Gas clouds creep across the floors.

Hinges creek on oven doors.

Idle boxcars sit on tracks.

Inside lie bodies, in gruesome stacks.

The S.S. soldiers earn there pay.

They stoke the furnaces nite and day.

To the insidious cruelity

Of a madmans hate.

Six million Jews met there fate.

Remember them! Remember well!

Those souls who entered

The gates of Hell.
Today A World Weeps

Today a world weeps
At a loss of life
I have to ask why
Why **** the children
Why **** the teachers
So near to Christmas
Please cry with me
We lost the future
Maybe a cure for cancer
Maybe a leader of peace
Or an inventor of Time
All now taken away
By a madmans gun
Children are a new generation
To create a new, a better world
Young lives yet to learn, to begin
This Christmas as we celebrate
Families will mourn their loss
Life should be cherished
So let us send prayers
Because all around this world
All religions and all people
Cry with you on this day
a tragedy in cumbria happened yesterday
someone with a gun just taking lives away
shooting at the public in a state of stress
taking so much life leaving such a mess
people who had families and a loved one lost
taking lives at random was a madmans cost
he left a town so shattered all its peace as gone
so say a little prayer to help them carry on r.i.p
It sit's there apon the bar mocking me a clown in a insane circus of
never ending torment.
The music a backdrop to the madmans bluff.
Closing time never stops the want only speeds up my fire to consume.

Maybe it's time to slow down many say but when your breaks never were installed a crash is always certain.
**** it!
It's my vice and least mine arent hidden like thoose of others even through bloodshot eye's
I view just as clear as any other.
My hero's were all monsters to there own ego.
And when you belive your own ******* your as washed up as a name
painted on a wall left to fade.

Everyone gets passed by sometime.
But if this were a game I wasnt hitting them outta the park anymore and riding the bench
wasnt my style.

None had the nerve to stand up to me for even in madness my wit cut like a razor to a dull sense.
I kicked what was left back ordered another yes she was waitting.
And like a well trained dog for months I had swallowed my true voice to speak her lines
but ******* in breath is worse than a lie at heart.

Tonight i'd  cast it aside the fire in the glass didnt give me courage it only softend the blow.
I never needed a crutch to call a backbone my words stood for me and i lived them.
Tonight i wouldnt be that person silent meek or  drifting in the dellusion called love.

The bar keep gazed at me as a friend.
**** if not for that weak bridge of brotherhood id been cut off
hours ago.
I was at that point of rage and fury that made little noise just like a dragon the fire simpley
cast smoke in a dim lit world and shame on the fool who tested me tonight.

Trouble was a long lost friend that never ventured far when it comes to my thoughts.
My thoughts were blank and my world was at the point of change.
But no direction was always my role in the play.

Tonight i'd cast the first stone and destroy the mountain as well **** the view.
Give me space!
Emptyness is many things but a blank page is seldom a call for help.

As night met my warmed blood and cold heart I found solice as always in my own
thoughts some people need emptyness and isolation is but a sister to happiness.
I could always find a crowd when in need of shared thoughts and a simple laugh.

Tonight I wasnt empty for if i a flask in this thought known as life.
I was just half full.

Sometimes  you have to erase the landscape to see clear.
Change is something better left in pocket as tonight I did drown in a half empty
thought.
a tragedy in cumbria happened yesterday
someone with a gun just taking lives away
shooting at the public in a state of stress
taking so much life leaving such a mess
people who had families and a loved one lost
taking lives at random was a madmans cost
he left a town so shattered all its peace as gone
so say a little prayer to help them carry on
Akira Chinen Apr 2016
This can not be the first time
I have fallen madly in love with You
Is that not our names
Already written in the stars
Have our souls not danced
Before the dying of the sun
A thousand fates ago
Have our bodies not
Crashed into each other
In passions warm embrace
Time and time again
I know that I've been
Lost in those endless ocean eyes
Every new morning
As time begins
This is not the first time
Our love was oceans
And seas and mountains
And years apart
I will always
Find you
The madmans smile will
Light the way
Delton Peele Aug 2023
Endless sea shimmering
In ....e v e r y
Gemstone tone.....
A lexicon of only beautiful words......
And the waves speak to me.  
In my mind .......
In my mind I drench you with
Scintillating poetry.      
I rehearse these ...
To say to you............
And when I see you
All you hear is a madmans soliloquy
Maniacal Escape Nov 2020
A whisper.
A songbirds prayer.
A choke in a madmans dance.
A cut.
A carve.
A statue, blood romance.

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