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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What do you think  xy would do?
If he dressed in red and high black shoes.
One fine summer day A = B met
Exactly alike in elements
Produced their own sets

With a ...
Everything keeps on going.
Out jumps { },
Nothing is showing.

So natural numbers are the same as counting
What other kinds are there?
Tell us quickly please
The tension is mounting

Did you say members or elements?
Are there many?
What a find.
Infinite or finite sets,
Numbers in a line

Taking the time,
Oh woeful occasion.
The struggle of learning
Mathematical expressions.

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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One can only imagine
The height and peaks
That may be reached
Until the chase begins

Off dreamland you go
The smoke is offered to all
Who seek this elusive creature
Possessing desire to gaze into its eyes

Chasing the Dragon
Rare nectar for the mind
It may only be found
In the gray fog of sweetness

Within  swirling curls of smoke
Carefully hidden
The dragons yoke
For once tasted
Forever will you crave the hunt

So as the rest
I chase the dragon
Through out the universe and time
My life never more be my own
Tall mountains I will climb
In my quest to ensnare the beast
Chasing the dragon



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

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

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

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

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

Pitter Patter



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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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Charge in bravely
Release the components of intent
Seek justice long in coming
Press steadily forward
Refusing to relent
Contumacious in action and thought
Until the last drop of courage is spent

Demand respect from enemies
If given with honor
Return in kind the same
But by no means or reason
Ever concede the game

Instead
Cry Chaos
Inflict stinging blows
Focused
This strange power you now posses
Take hold
Scream chaos in defiance
Unsheath your sword

(This is the result of reading Shakespeare)
My new word for the day   Contumacious    (rebellious or defiant in nature)

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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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From what glorious kingdom
Will my armored warrior hail
That for my small hand
On slathered horse
Journey roads of heaven and hell

Riding stone covered ground
Of long black waiting shadows
To return to my lost soul
Stolen waiting tomorrows

On the quest to my heart
Slay the crimson dragon pain
His jeweled reward but one
Eternal love to gain

Written when my thoughts are not tainted with Poe
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River of Red
Down float the cold dead
Rise to heaven those pure of heart
Evil sink to black depths unknown

River of red
Souls bob and weave
Angels gaze solemnly
Careful not to dip
Holy white robes
Blessed golden feet
Into inky depths of sin

River of red
Come now the parade
The recently expired
Among the creatures of the earth
On judgment waters, they glide
Justice rushing cold currents
River of red

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She flew in her chariot by the light of the moon
Knowing the day would come all too soon
Gathering herbs from underground
The forest of darkness where twas no sound

To the river of blood to fetch her wine
Imps hovered about
Ran fast the time

From the wing of white owl
Snatched three feathers
Out of midnight sky
Stars of heather
The mountains north vials of whispering winds
Tails of magical deer
Running forbidden glens

In charm covered cape
To sacred circle flew
Leaving behind a trail of sparkling hue
Incantations spoken
Revenge beget
The man who spurned her
He demons would get

She drew up the potion
Called forth the demon
Hells brimstone smoke
Dead souls singing

Orders from the woman
Sent the Devils spawn into flight
With orders to return the following night

The night time fell
As did the following day
Black flickering lights in pentagram array
Each dark candle did kindle desire
The demon appeared amid red fire
Spells muttered under breath
Cast the ancient way
Over the conjured one silver bond did lay

To despised castle 
I commandthee
Destroy the man
The one she had loved
Pledged to another's hand

Fly now winged one
Not one more moment spent
Evil black smoke
In a swirl the demon went

To the bedchamber of the king
Dispatched him with single blow
Wretched creature peered into his thoughts
As life ebbed in drops from body slow

His love for the strange enchantress
Hearts secret she did not know
Ghastly smile on the demons face
For the price of desire was her soul

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I awoke from a dream and wrote this piece where it came from I dont know

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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I awoke late the eve of Christmas
To the sound of strange tinkling bells
Half sleep looked out my window
There parked was a reindeer and sled

I get out of bed and to myself said
Something here is not right
Went into the living room shaking my head
There on my couch sat a white bearded man
Red suit
Cup of fresh coffee in hand

Still in shock I said
Hey you must be Santa Claus
But what are you doing here eating pie
Shouldn't you be delivering presents to good boys and girls
With reindeer pulling you through the skies

He said my son
I am famished and all done
Your house was my last stop
So I took a short rest and caught my breath
Please pardon me if I helped myself

Again he spoke and said
I do love cookies and milk
But there are times I like something warm
Its a very long cold trip you know
To the North pole and my home

I thank you for your hospitality
For the wonderful coffee and pie
Leaving a bag of packages under the tree
****
He was gone in the blink of an eye

Thinking to myself
No one will believe this
They will say
It is all a lie
That I awoke late one Christmas eve
To Santa resting on my couch
Having coffee and a slice of pie


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Secure that of all in the world
Yours was the shoulder I could lean on
In your safe arms I could rest
When life became too overwhelming
Put my strength to the test

I once loved you
Thought myself under tender protection
Plotting carefully unknown to me
You dealt me rejection
For a time  I was alone and frightened

Of this fact you were quite aware
Otherwise you would not have dared
To treat me so cruelly
For in truth
You are a coward

I once loved you
More than the moon and sun
Until the lies became truth
It all was undone
The betrayal showed its head

So your life rightly shall be
The same hell you intended for me
I ask myself how could it be
I once loved you



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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The white wizard and the black


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It imprisons my heart
A piercing repetition of assault
Carved deeply into my soul

Barbed wire
It protects me
Allowing no one in
I am inapproachable
Metal soldiers
That guard me
Torture from within

I  do not associate myself
With emotion of ruin
As tiny drops of red flow
From my present and previous wounds

Though the bleeding persists
In my naivety insist
On staunching the wounds
Draining my life

Barbed wire

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

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

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

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

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




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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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Who shall deny me my revenge.
Betrayed love and honor bear a price,
If in my hatred loyalty avenge.
A heart long restrained burst forth in anger,
The soul must be fed.

My calculated trembling thoughts,
The cruel and vengeful dream I seek,
Slain with stinging wounding words, he was
Bitter blade ****** deep.

I smile smugly contented,
Scheming roads to hell led,
For I gave warning in the beginning,
The soul must be fed.


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A goddess the tantalizing moon
Sat demurely
Beneath her father the universe's skies
Gaia did grace the living orb
Revolving green
When sunset sought dark hours
With pale milky beams


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My face gaunt
I cannot sleep
Lay down
Eyes close
Only to weep

I am trapped
In a world of ghosts
Distrust and pain
Barely breathing
On love's death bed I lay

Blinded by loyalty
The assassin was faith  
Betrayal
On the lips linger
A vile taste

A slow demise
Day after day
My soul lies wasting
On love's death bed I lay

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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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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The thick liquid began to slowly drip
I need you
I wiped the red off my lips

Through out your life
You are mine forever
As the blood ran down my mouth
I shielded my body
My mind going slack

Hands on my white throat
Began violently to squeeze
Eyes rolled back into my head
My soul in terror tried to flee

As the darkness closed in
He let the words slip
I love you
Slowly releasing his grip 

The sharp knife  against my throat
A weapon of fear
Submission its goal
Its deadly edge
I know all too well

Blue eyes
A person I did not know
Slept with me in the cradle of nightmares
Till the orange sun rose
He said I love you
A fool
My forgiveness flowed
For he was mine
This demon
To God I had spoken the vow

Always conscious and wary
He would speak the dreaded words again
I love you
Till would come my sad end




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Sitting on my porch
One fine autumn evening
Flew by me a witch of Gaya
In latin bade me greetings

Inviting her in for a cup of tea
It was after all the polite thing to do
She was powerful in the way of charms
Lest she put on a me a terrible spell
My hospitality I did not refuse

So up my steps
Slowly she came
Shaking the dust from her clothes
Bringing  thunder and rain

I bowed to her and marveled
Her travels  have been many
She spoke stating that her appetite was great
Serving cheese and bread on a plate
I  refrained from having any

She wore a old black frock
Thick black bearskin cape
A warm and satisfied look on her face
Before speaking sighed deeply and said to me
I desire a stout cup of evening tea
I fixed my best brew for her of course
Not wanting to be turned into a horse

She narrowed her eyes
Took note of my size
Pouring from a silver bottle into her cup
She had hidden in her coat
Took a sip and laughed a little
Thanked me for being a wonderful host

So after a chat
A brief social interlude
She begged take leave
Grabbed her enchanted broom

She turned round and said
Thee have been kind to me
Knowing I am a witch
You did not tremble and looked me in the eye
So I give you blessings
From the earth and sky

So now and forever your cup shall be full
Before you shall go your fame
Your trees heavily laden with sweet ripe fruit
Golden fields heavy with grain

She departed as quickly as she arrived
Disappearing into the skies
Her word was good
As my cup of tea
All came to pass
As she said it would be


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