The little powers that THINK that they be...
Will in fact, NEVER CONTROL ME!
Only to God, will I ever bow down!
I refuse to be, another sheeple clown!
Lie and try, as they always might,
I SHALL NOT EVER COMPLY,
I won't ever take their evil mark,
For I'd much rather, FREELY DIE!
in what dark recesses of torture remain
exists a dreaded seed for us to obtain
to keep us sane and deliver us from evil
so goes the creed of an everlasting people
unending doubt resonates to be
impermanance rooted in an everlasting dream
scarcity of hope glimmering in dusk
prevention of fortune in a world of luck
forever told from stories past
eerily reminiscent of perpetual task
systems of new destroyed wisdom once known
for all apart of a world unsown
grimmace and malice plagued once more
in dire times that conjured vile scorn
but it was hope that was given once last chance
now grows a tree from the seed of our past
Every tear I cried helped you sail farther away
Every breath I sighed filled your wings to fly
You mastered the wind and waves to leave me
You cried as the storms only pushed you along
And then You, that magnetizing, gravitating whirlpool
Leading men down to watery graves
Pulling the breath from many men's lips
And crushing them in your depths
It was difficult for me to lose you
I heard your siren's call
But I stuffed my ears and tied myself up
I knew you had nothing but death
Lastly to you, I won't say that there isn't beauty in your suffering
Only that those of us who can see it are pretty messed up
Trying desperately to find a silver lining in a thundercloud
A refreshing sea-breeze in a hurricane
Like the aurora borealis
Or the spritely fox-fire
You're a natural mystery
Filled with hidden meanings
My muses
My fates
My inspirations
I gave you all my everything
And you each of you left me wanting
Beneath the 13th Moon...
13 rooms, 13 graves, 13 ghosts, 13 mirrors, 13 spiders on the wall
13 Goblets, 13 tables, 13 shadows arise
The Séance brought them nigh, on that 13th night
13 Windows of infernal light
Passing through your eyes, into the soul, becoming one
The spiderwebs tell the story
13 Dimensions, reflections of another timeless now
13 clocks, 13 chimes, one for each room
Summoning Them forth
13 Demons unleashed on the 13th ring
Echoing through The House
13 drops of blood
13 signs, Black Dragon rise
Show Thy face, Mighty One!
Through the portal's way! ∞
I hold a coin, and before flipping it, I ponder
The world is not good
I tell these stories to make you feel better
There are humanitarians and caregivers
Men and women of valour
There are benefactors, globalists and monsters who sleep well at night, unperturbed at being monsters
We are mortals, We wake, work and dream
We ache all day and commute with heartbreak and pains
As the universe expands, our tolerance and imagination dwindles
We are man, broken and ignorant
No facades exist here, no light beneath the shadows. We are exactly what we seem
Nevertheless, the problem is not only in the ideology but also the methodology
Before I flip it, I examine both sides
HEADS:
Just people see shades of grey and hesitate to do whats right
A lie of omission is still a lie
A crime of inaction is still a crime
Good men do good for recognition of those within their sight
Their good is half measured, born out of convenience rather than necessity
Right taken out of necessity should not be the goal we aspire to but look around you
It has to be stirred within us; it needs a diatribe
That need, that passive feeling to let evil bloom till it is so overwhelmingly obvious is nocuous
That when the sins are named, and ignorance is brought up
Morality bows to logic yet arguments are long worded, tautological with no substance and vacuous
Good men are magnanimous
The universe is everything but
TAILS
Evil, it seeps and crawls
Grabbing all within its thrawls
Good men find options, good people hesitate
Evil is meticulous and calculated; it is the nature of hate
It is anything but laggard
Always one step ahead, while planning for the far future
Men of evil vary yet are united for they are all dastards
They are sequacious chthonic and fear the repercussions by covering themselves metaphorically or physically with hoods
The worst of men believe they are the best of us
The truly despicable... convince themselves they are the greater good
It lands upright, the overlooked variable
IT STANDS:
Hope is immaterial
Without actions, it can never be realised
Truth outshines the darkness, only if it is viewed
Our presence and actions make the untouchable real
Justice is undefeatable
Being in the presence of someone who wields it is ethereal
Finding someone that pure is almost impossible
Becoming that person is a thrill
I speak like a man who does not see the world from his abode
I think like a man who has never encountered a forked road
Evil grows, and good cowers
Until it is reversed I say:
The world is not good
I tell these stories to make me feel better
SO LET'S FLIP THE COIN.
Did God make this world?
By JFarrell
( I heard in the news Stephen Fry in trouble over comments he made)
Let’s assume
For the sake of argument
God is real
God created this beautiful, amazing world
How can you blame him for the ugliness in it?
The death of a child from cancer
A school buried in a mud slide
People scarred by chemical weapons
People dying in vast numbers
Famine, drought, war
This is all men
With cancer, several years from now we’ll discover something we used to do
Created it
I don’t believe in god (I think)
These are not things sent by god to “test us”
This is us, it always has been
Stop blaming god
Call me the bad guy here.
How the fuck is that fair.
I do this for payback not payment. I swear
I dare you to say it again.
Then. I want you to admit your sins
All I do these days is sit at home alone
In my den trying to escape through xbox
I just sold my mom’s ex-boyfriend’s wristwatch to piss him off
I did it. He just coughed blood
Because I shoved his ass down in the mud.
Bam, pow, Thud! Was that.. th-thunder. Wow.
I’m not going to pretend I’m black. This beat is just my nack
But at least I don’t sag and hold my sack
Oh wait. Was that raciest
Don’t get pissed. Please I must insist
Just kidding because I don’t believe in color
Well, Bill Nye said it’s just the reflection of light
Well my sights bad and I stared at the sun till everything was bright
That’s a reason I wear glasses. So fuck off. Ight?
So stop with the stereotypes you fucking dikes.
I’m a fighter. Ivy said I was a brawler.
So I guess that makes you a crawler
I’m 6 foot now. Feet, whatever. I’m even taller.
From this height you appear even smaller.
So call yourself a lawyer and call me Tom Sawyer
Because I can write whatever my inspiration desires
I may look weak. But I seek to build my own empire.
Like a motherfucking Eagle flying to the top of the tower
Did I just use a simile to make a single? Damn right. That’s my power
Now cower because I’m reaching my fucking peak.
If I have to walk through more fire than fuck it. I’ll do it 7 days a week.
You’ll call me sire when I stomp on that devil you call a liar
I’ll do whatever I have to in order to inspire and I’ll never fucking retire
Here we are. In the middle of the night
So grab this wire and wrap it around your neck
Keep it tight like this rhyme.
But now you’re dead so I guess it’s time
To throw your body on the deck and let these eagles peck
At your fucked up corpse like it’s a picnic. Fick, Fick, Fuck.
Your parents are mad so I drove by and said what’s up.
Ill drive by their house, rope em up
Leave em strapped while I listen to them quack like a bunch of ducks.
Fuck it. I’m not really insane. I just have a mind vivid with imagination and pain.
Revenge consumes me so call me Cain.
But unlike my dad I don’t binge but he loves me and I love him so I can’t fucking cringe.
I liked us,
We always had each others back,
I can remember looking at your smile
Thinking I could see it carrying on for miles into some world of bliss,
Your little brother would look at you,
As if having more knowledge of that rich, expansive kindess,
Of what I assumed was at your core,
Now I know,
There is a demon who dwells inside of you,
I hear its stomps and roars,
Its shackles whipping and bending at its will,
Putting cracks in what I once thought,
Was a friendship sturdy as marble,
I feel the screams of your wrath,
I'm shocked how low they moaned,
When you created so many elegant distractions,
But now I see what lives in you,
And I fear it waits for me,
To throw my bones with all the rest,
Of the sorry fools that ever bought your act.
September.28.2003
Trisha Barrek Hopkins
I wish you would move on
And leave me alone
I can't stand looking at your face
I can't stand the way you act in disgrace
You're not a man
You're nothing at all
So stop trying to stand tall
Like you did something great
Because everything about you I hate
I want you to disappear
Get out of our lives
Vanish into thin air
Just don't come back here
Your presence I can't stand being near
Because nothing about you I care
In hell you belong
Everything about you is wrong
So rot away
So I can live my life
My way day by day
Without stepping on eggshells
Nothing more to you I have to say
Finally off your high horse you fell
Never seeing you again I pray
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