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Posted: 1/9/2007 8:22:31 AM | ***************************************
Dark Testament
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I am cast as flotsam on the wind,
Disused abused and tossed away
While those around me are as blind
Hide the light that would show the way.
My soul is black and marked with sin
Slow destruction of that which was me.
I dream of the past and what I have been.
Loathing that, which has become me.
There is no sin that’s not marked my being.
Commandments fall at my very hand.
I have torn the veil that hides what you’re seeing
Wreaked havoc and pain across the land.
Soon I shall leave you, my testament made.
From planted seed my crop you shall harvest
From land laid waste from my bloody blade
My pain and death shall lay you to rest.
Soon they shall rise to take me away.
Dark shifting demons from ‘neath the earth.
I shall not fight them I will obey
And I shall return at my time of rebirth.
Shed not a tear when you hear of my leaving
Let not remorse darken your day.
For deep in the ether my web I’ll be weaving.
And on my return over earth I’ll hold sway.
© Robin. A. Spicer
7th December 2003 2.40 am | |
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Posted: 1/9/2007 10:23:23 AM | Ugly & Hunting,
Awesome writes ya'll!!! 
I'm sure Kobold will agree as soon as he is back from his break!!!
Keep them coming!!!
Sam ( the naughty twin is peeking through again), LMAO | |
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Posted: 1/9/2007 6:03:36 PM | PosterChild4Ugly.
As an avid reader of the King, Koontz genre' ( I started life reading Poe), I would place this work as being up there with some of the best.
An excellent piece. Thank you for sharing | |
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Posted: 1/10/2007 6:55:55 AM | The Beast Without
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What lurks within our dreams?
Is it real? Or merely our imagination?
You will never know
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The shadow moves around the room
Sheilded by the dimming light
Surrounded by the evening gloom
It slowly shimmers out of sight.
It glides across the polished floor
And with a diabolic laugh.
Goes into the night, though oaken door.
Around its face is wrapped a scarf.
Slithering through the misty night,
It sniffs the air to find it’s prey.
Espies a porch light, shining bright,
A beacon through the misty grey.
It stands without, wrapped in it’s cloak,
Of glamour, hiding its identity.
You would not see, though you may look
Behind the mask, this diabolic entity.
Enshrouded thus it gains the Porch,
Enters swiftly deep within.
Through darkened rooms it needs no torch
The scarf, it hides the evil grin.
Moonbeams shine through windows clear,
As it gazes on the sleeping forms.
For while they sleep not knowing the fear,
That crawls within like coffin worms.
The fearsome beast, falls on it’s prey
Absorbed within it’s peaceful dream,
Knows not the terror that holds it in sway.
No chance to awaken with a scream.
The flashing of a blade of steel
Across the bed a darkening stain
The Horror takes it’s evening meal
Death so swift would give no pain.
It swiftly moves from room to room
Till life within exists no more
It laughs with pleasure at their doom
Then it glides in silence out the door
Upon the porch the light still shines
Reflecting the stains upon the door.
The mark of talons, four jagged lines,
Bear witness to what has gone before.
The wraith returns to whence it came
The hunt is over for this night.
But come the morrow, twill be the same.
It will wander again the misty night.
Robin A Spicer © 2003-08-17 | |
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Posted: 1/10/2007 2:49:47 PM | Mari Sam & Hunting:
Thank you for your kind words - I'm pleased you like'd the entry. I must say, too, that what I found here within "The Dark Side" posts, when first I found this thread, was obviously placed by some very gifted writers - not the least of which are the two of you. Most enjoyable reading ... and I hope to read more of your inspired efforts posted herein.
PosterChild4Ugly
Below is a frequently modified version of another entry ... I hope you enjoy reading it as I did writing it ...
The Computer Screen©
Of the items in the store,
All were second hand
An old computer did I buy,
With a broken stand
One side was badly scratched
Two knobs were missing too
But that’s not the story
I’m about to tell to you
T’was about the second week
Of the ‘puter at my place
Sitting there against the wall
Near the old staircase
I recall the night was late
As I readied me for bed
When I turned my computer off,
The screen … it turned blood red
The appearance caused a start
I gasped a gulp of air
I couldn’t turn my gaze away
I stood right there and stared.
Then a low murmuring
From deep within the set
Cold chills ran over me
I’ve not forgotten yet
A voice, low and menacing
Containing graveled rasps
I could not then stop again
My involuntary gasp
I stood there mesmerized
My gaze remained transfixed
Emotions racing through me
And all of them were mixed
The Voice on the other side
Of the blood red display screen
Issued a command to me
So ominous and mean:
“Place your hand upon the screen
And repeat these words to me:
“Where you are right now,
Is where I need to be” “.
I felt my arm move upward
Powerless to resist
I felt a burning in my palm
As the display screen it kissed
I heard a voice and realized
The speaker it was me:
“Where you are right now,
Is where I need to be”.
As the words transmitted,
Involuntarily,
I could feel a change
Overwhelming me.
As I stared in disbelief
My hand – it disappeared
Absorbed into the blood red screen
As the burning onward seared …
Through my wrist, up my arm
It’s hotness I could feel
Inward was I screaming
Not believing this was real!
In reflection from the screen
I was being pulled into
I saw a face, and screamed inside:
“That horrid face is YOU!”
The rapid assimilation continued then
Until
All feelings were extinguished
And all was calm and still
Now here I sit deep inside
This computers’ display screen
If ‘tis disturbance that you feel
Oh so sharp and keen
Just place your hand upon the screen
And read these words to me:
“Where you are right now,
Is where I need to be”. | |
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Posted: 1/11/2007 6:56:29 AM |
Just place your hand upon the screen
And read these words to me:
“Where you are right now,
Is where I need to be”.
Nah! It didn't work, I'm still here. I think I am anyway. | |
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Posted: 1/11/2007 7:20:04 AM | | HA!! Yeah, Hunting, I tried it too - just as a test. But ... I had to think about it for a while first. (Now I've a palm-print on my screen!) LOVE your offerings posted herein! | |
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Posted: 1/11/2007 7:59:49 AM | Hey I'm new here I hope this isn't too bad for some.
Suicide Note
Pills lay strewn across the table and floor
A smokey glaze fills my eyes
Remebering past friends long gone
The talks, the happiness of those times
Taken over by harsh pains that have long been dreaded
I think I feel tears coming down
But I don't care anymore
My hand is holding a gun
Ready, incase the pills take any longer
Forefinger on the trigger
Waiting to take this poor **stards life
Shadows of past demons aware in the wings
Stalking, for when the time comes they will strike
When Death comes
It will take its prey from this lifeless shell
Take it to the abyss and let it be devoured in darkness
Anyone that ever listened to the words I gave
Forget them for all time
I was never a good person
Just a petty and dismall human being
Words that I thought were Truth, Hope and Wisdom
Were nothing more than selfish Lies, Condemnation and Stupidity
The Darkness is now getting heavy
But still not fast enough
The gun at my jaw I say these last words
May the truth reveal itself to all
Because this Liar will neve speak again
It's Time........ | |
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Posted: 1/11/2007 11:16:54 AM | Forsaken
I spend my time now
picking away at the truth
Stuffing the scraps
into deep pockets – honeycombs
Each cell a Sobolkho
What good does the truth do
It drops out the bottom
melting the precious fibres
of my illusions
Leaving only empty shells
I’ve become a cardboard container
Waiting for comfort from the outside
Inside, through infinite tunnels
I hear the hum of frantic wings
I’m caught in the motion
then burn in the heat
Until the only comfort left
is to sing a gentle lullabye
Eventually the hope sleeps | |
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Posted: 1/11/2007 9:37:26 PM | One or … the Other©
There’s always love and hate,
Each awaits the others’ abate
When one wanes, the other grows
One holds hope – the other one woes. | |
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Posted: 1/13/2007 10:29:04 AM | The Void
Consigned to the tormented realm of the forgotten,
No voice to speak, no words to share,
All alone to my own mind, feeling alone and rotten,
My bitter Hell, more than I can bare.
But alas, someday, may it come soon,
My voice, again it will be heard,
My malignant sanity brought in tune,
Again to see in written word.
Kobold | |
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Posted: 1/13/2007 10:21:46 PM | ---------------------------------------------------
Words of Darkness©
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My words are birthed in this their womb
But if they’re read then ‘tis your doom
Your eyes’ mind-portals open wide
And invites their rancidness deep inside
Once therein the slime does ooze
And festers there, in changing hues
Then, in time, the rancid clots
You’ll feel the pain as your mind rots
All your thoughts what e’re they be
Turn into malignancy
And your being will be maligned
With normal thought all declined
By all means, read my words
They’ll become the dark stewards
Of all the things malcontent
And breeders of your torment.
I’ll remain here in this womb
As doors are closing on your tomb
And as the darkness round you girds
I’ll infect new souls with rancid words. | |
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| The Dark Side
Posted: 1/14/2007 9:57:09 PM | Card Tricks©
It was a party like most, I guess
And not a “fun” one, I must confess
But our hostess I adored
And I just couldn’t say: “I’m bored”,
So, I milled around, and said “Hello”
And tried to fake a “party glow”.
Through my third glass of cabernet
I tried of something “cute” to say,
To those persons I’d never met
And find a place for me to set.
In my search for a seating place
I glimpsed an unsettling face
The man to which that face attached
To me appeared most mismatched
With the rest of the guests milling ‘round
T’was from his presence that I frowned.
His forehead high, his hair was dark
His eyes in-set, his skin pock-marked
His cheekbones prominent in their place
And sunken cheeks in his hollow face
His mouth was wide, his lips were thin
And he possessed a jutting chin
His jaw-line strong and not discrete
But that made his face complete.
From ‘cross the room this man I watched
My impression? “The man’s debauched”.
Then I thought: Absurd! ‘Tis the wine
Which makes me think the man Vulpine!
The hostess produced a deck of cards
For playing card tricks and canards
And for tricks, she performed a few
She was skilled, accolades were due.
The cards then she handed to
The very man that I had viewed.
O’re the cards he quickly pawed
His card skills were great and awed
With manipulations lighting fast
Everyone watching was just aghast
And I’ll admit, I was too
Until at last the man withdrew.
I started to light a cigarette
Then realized I would regret
For filling this crowded room with smoke
A chastisement would be invoked
So … I walked out to the patio
To have my smoke … but didn’t know
The man with the hollow cheeks stood there
And held my eyes with his calloused stare.
Tho’ not a single word was said,
His thoughts were transmitted through head
“There inside while you watched
You thought me to be debauched”
“And I am, and as you shall see
I’ll verify that painfully”.
Then cards he held out in his hand
I knew I must do what he had planned.
“Pick a card, any card,
As you can see – none are barred”
I saw my hand as it stretch out
I picked a card – in the middle, about
As I touched the card there was a singe
An imperceptible tiny twinge
Between my finger and my thumb
I began to be overcome
As I looked into that hollow face
A vision I wish I could erase
His transformation from manly form
Around my being began to swarm
His eyes sunk backward in his head
The whites of them turning red
With burning centers of yellow hue
‘Tis then I knew my doom was due.
I watched his evil face contorted
By oozing running sores exhorted
Evil retched rotting worms
As back into his nose they squirmed
And in my assaulted mind the pain
Was already driving me quite insane
The last thing I heard – his yell:
“You’ve just met the Prince of Hell!”
And now tonight I’ve met you,
Let me you show card tricks I do
Don’t worry it isn’t hard:
“Pick a card … any card …” | |
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| The Dark Side
Posted: 1/15/2007 7:41:27 AM | Hiya all,
Poster,
Damn you can write!!!! You keep the reader glued to the end!! Awesome job!!!
Kobold,
Nice to see ya get to stop in!! We all miss your writes!!!! Hurry back!!!!
Sam
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| The Dark Side
Posted: 1/15/2007 8:28:32 AM | Tomorrows dream
I awoke from my dream
Covered in sweat
Shaking in horror
All fears were just met
Walking alone
In the dead of night
There was nothing left
No people in sight
The buildings were gone
The trees were still smoking
The world was lost
The terrorist weren’t joking
A few critters crawled
And the sky rained black soot
The****oaches slithered
Down under my foot
The air smelled of burnt flesh
And a mixture of oils
The rivers were dry-beds
And the lakes had all boiled
The crops all incinerated
The food was all spoiled
The government was wrong
Their plan wasn’t foiled
But now I’m awake
As I open my door
What I thought was a dream
Is what exist furthermore…………………
Sam | |
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| The Dark Side
Posted: 1/27/2007 8:17:54 AM | The Cave©
I’ll not take your time, beyond what the need,
To relate to you a story and deed
As there’s no one else to plea this decree …
For I am the only survivor, you see.
I’m an old man, and my mind’s full of mist
But details of that night in my mind still exist
As vivid and clear, as sharp and exact
Of the precise moment the beast had attacked!
When I was young, and adventure routine,
With excitement and newness still unforeseen
I was eager to spread my wings to the world
And seek more adventures as those wings unfurled
Within my long travels I happened to meet
Two other men, making our friendships replete
One was named Beckett, the other one Flynn
And better friends there never have been.
Beckett was tall – an athletic type
While Flynn, the scholar, more fond of pinstripe
Pinstripe or athlete – it mattered not
It was our essence together and that which it wrought.
Engaged were we in all daring do
High on the mountains, and under seas, too,
We crossed dry deserts, and jungles of green
And other adventures there in between.
We’d been together, it was our sixth year,
And still our adventures made us cohere
To every madness – to every rave …
Until we decided to enter The Cave.
We discussed the encounter and planning for weeks
And assembled equipment – some new, some antiques
Until at last the day it arrived …
And our excitement? It still had survived.
We traveled in Flynn’s new “customized” Jeep
Instead of driving in my old rusted heap,
And good thing we did, for the road was quite rough
The last part of the trip, the going was tough.
The map we used, was bought from a guide
Who had told my friend, Flynn: “Don’t go inside”
When he had learned of our journey’s intent
To go into The Cave, and begin our descent.
The guides’ words, had given us pause
When we thought: What was his reason or cause?
But … dismissed were his words of advice
We had each other … and that would suffice.
With our ropes and lanterns and other such gear
It was into The Cave we then disappeared.
The light from our lanterns speared into the dark
We spoke very little and made no remark.
Onward, downward, in blackness we went
Placing out markers for our later ascent
The sounds of our footsteps, and scraping of walls
Reverberated ‘round us – as echoed recalls
In about three hours, or maybe ‘twas four
We encountered water on The Cave floor
And there all around were such beautiful shapes
Never had we seen such gorgeous landscapes
Stalactites, stalagmites and mineral mounds
And dripping water with their “plopping” sounds
Pinks, violets and shades of green hues
A few sightless salamanders made their debuts
We found a small dry spot and then we assessed
This was a place we could stop now to rest.
I set down my lantern, and took off my hat,
When Beckett said: “Hey. Did you just hear that?”
I moved not a muscle, and my ears went to strain.
All I could hear were the droplets, like rain.
And from The Cave’s bowels …I heard it then
I continued to listen – then heard it again.
We looked at each other, but said not a word
Confused and startled by what we’d just heard
It wasn’t a moan, it wasn’t a gasp
But more rather like a guttural rasp
One thing was certain, it wasn’t a stone
That could create sounds while standing alone
T’was our discussion, from which to derive:
The source of the sound was something … alive.
Then from The Cave’s deepened black hole
Came again sounds from a source with no soul
The sound was menacing, and one I despise,
I watched the fear grow within my friends’ eyes.
Instinctively, we three then moved as one
In that instant – our re-ascent had begun
I had been last in the line coming down
I’d be the first to reach the “above-ground”.
Quickly my feet in the lead, lead the way
Flynn, right behind had nothing to say
My friend Beckett, brought up the rear
And in that position had the greatest to fear
The lamp on my hat pierced through the black
And I looked for our markers that would lead us back
To save our strength, nothing was said
Again came that sound that filled me with dread.
The sound became louder and closer it be
And I moved faster through the black before me
I could hear Flynn’s breathing, so close behind
I tried to concentrate on the markers to find
Somewhere behind me, then snarls I heard
Loud and vicious, run together and blurred
Close … so close … the beast was so near
Adrenalin rushed through me to react to my fear
T’was then I was hit with an overpowering stench
The smell caused my stomach to turn and to wrench
The odor blew past me, and I knew t’was the breath
Of the beast of The Cave – its’ stench of death.
I was near running, but down on all fours
Sweat was streaming from all of my pores.
Then I heard those terrible screams
The ones I keep hearing in all of my dreams
It was Beckett I knew in his shocked agony
Midst the snarled snapping of jaws I can’t see
I heard bones cracking and squishing of flesh
And the fear within me gave new strength afresh
My fingers were raw from grabbing at rock
But on moving forward my mind had its’ lock
My stomach still queasy from the stench of the beast
I knew he was finishing his beastly feast
I knew, too, t’was only a matter of time
When the beast would return. I had to climb!
I heard Flynn say: “IT’S COMING AGAIN!”
Again was a surge of my fear deep within.
I heard once more the beast from behind
And fought the panic taking over my mind
Something heavy struck against The Cave’s walls
The kind of sounds that ghastly appalls:
A scraping of talons of heavy clawed feet
Caused my heart to double its’ beat
I had the feeling that Flynn lagged behind
I screamed my urgings loud and maligned:
“Flynn! Flynn! Catch up to me!”
But took not the time to look back and see
For the sounds of the beasts’ crashing against The Cave’s face
Told me it neared – and was gaining the race
My knee hit a rock, my balance was lost!
I fell to the ground, and then feared the cost
In losing the time in scrambling free
Again sheer panic stabbed into me.
In less than an instant, Flynn was there too,
His face in my light was of a strange hue
And as he helped me get back to my feet …
Flynn turned around – t’was the beast there to meet.
The stench overwhelming, but the sight was much worse
For standing before us: The malignant curse
Of overlapping scales in shades of dark gray
The rest of its’ body concealed in umbrae
But its’ eyes … its’ eyes … I’ll never forget
Rheumatoid yellow, and deeply inset
Its’ reptilian lids blinked just one time
‘Fore its’ lips peeled back revealing the slime
Glistening yellow over dagger-like teeth
Then oozed from its’ mouth to fall there beneath.
The beast reared up, then we saw its’ claws
Sharp and deadly within its’ forepaws
Towering above us, no sound the beast made
On beams of our light had his gaze stayed.
Unexpectedly Flynn then turned and faced me
With less blinding light, the beast could again see
Why Flynn had turned I never will know
For the beast bit him in two, at his torso
And I was looking at Flynn – direct in his face
When the beasts’ bite his life did erase.
I screamed, and instantly away did I run
Away from the beast, and dead companion
Through the price of Flynn’s life, more time had been bought
To reach The Cave’s entrance – the goal that I sought
Running wildly, several times did I fall
But toppling did not my mission forestall
The beast I knew still somewhere behind
Drove me on forward with my besieged mind
I heard its’ clawed talons scraping the wall
And prayed I’d not again stumble and fall
Then, up ahead, a small opening I viewed
And I saw my chance, and hope there exude
Twelve feet … six feet … then it was three
But the beast and its’ stench was there behind me
I dove through the rock opening, scraping my head
But better that injury than ending up dead
I was elated, and about to rejoice
I then heard a scream – it was my own voice!
In my leg erupted intense blinding pain
Looking down I saw the bloodstain
My leg, through the opening, still was stuck out
There was but split-seconds, before I’d lose it no doubt
I pulled my leg back, and in but a flash
My shoe was removed by a clawed talon slash
I crawled back from the opening, then I could see
My wound was deep, from ankle to knee
Then suddenly through the opening came
A clawed talon whose aim was to maim
I quickly withdrew out of its’ reach
As the claws extended through the openings’ breech
The opening too small, for continued rampage
And the beast began then to voice its’ outrage
It’s deafening roars assaulted my ears
Echoed through Cave chambers and my mind there cohere
I began attending unto my grave wound
Knowing I now was no longer marooned.
T’was another hour ‘fore I crawled out The Cave
But many days ‘fore I shed the shockwave
Of what had transpired, and what I had seen
And my damaged leg was lost to gangrene.
Now sleep evades me, for my horrible dreams
Show beams of light, and unearthly screams
Of Beckett and Flynn and The Cave we were in
I know tonight, I’ll re-live it again.
So, now you’ve the story, you’ve heard the deed
I swear is the truth I’ve herein decreed
And Beckett and Flynn are enslaved in their grave
And I lost my leg to the beast of … The Cave. | |
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| The Dark Side
Posted: 1/27/2007 11:06:03 PM | Looks like I better start digging in that miasma some call my mind
The pleasant scent of delicate corruption has been missing lately
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| The Dark Side
Posted: 4/30/2007 7:14:27 AM | You Know My Name©
Legendary is my stealth
And silently do I go
I’ve been with friends of yours
But none of you may know.
The seeds of malignancy
And suffering I plant
Quietly do those seeds grow
Blooming misery I grant.
I spread dark malice everywhere
In persons far and wide
Looking constantly for a place
In which I may abide
No one knows my presence
As I become your crippler
My name? It’s known quite well
To All, I’m known as: Cancer
Help stamp out this deadly curse | |
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| Carpe Noctum
Posted: 5/9/2007 4:04:12 PM | Enter darkness, child of unlight
Sunless existence, eternal night
Gothic clouds, doom impending
Forbidden wants, never ending
Dark countenance, darker dreams
Bodies pierced by silent screams
Erotic yearnings, not expressed
Secret urges, unrepressed
Live in shadow, never sleeping
Ever slowly, we come creeping
Black rebellion, we will show them
Down with daylight, carpe noctum | |
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| Carpe Noctum
Posted: 5/21/2007 5:44:05 PM | Quick Sand
Tears running
In crimson blood
Heart pounding
Like solidified mud
Heart is shattered
No mend in sight
Sinking faster
In shadowed light
No more words
Replaying the song
No way possible
To right the wrong
Unbelievable pain
Yet, so cold and numb
No air left
You must succumb…..
Sam | |
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| Carpe Noctum
Posted: 6/23/2007 4:48:20 PM | Her life is her prison
Keeping her trapped
By the darkness within
As she hides the bruises
From an abusive husband
But she loves him still
That's why she cannot let go
She is his wife
When ever he's gone
She does what she can
To try to please him
For when he returns
At night she cries
Herself to sleep
From all the pain
She has gone through | |
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| Death Wish...
Posted: 6/27/2007 12:42:34 AM | I am wishing death upon myself
cause I can't take this life no more
seems darkness has taken over me totally
and that evil drains me emotionally
Wish there was an easy way out
but I know suicide will put me in hell
how much difference can it really be
when it seems no one really truly loves me?
Can there be an answer to my wish
that finally I am long gone from earth?
I swear it seems ever since birth
I have been nothing more than a curse
It always seems when I loved someone
all they did was give me their ass to kiss
if I died right this second
I can say there is no one I would miss | |
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| Being A Freak
Posted: 6/27/2007 1:37:43 AM | Being a freak means
Always feeling lost and displaced
Getting strange looks from the disatisfied
Wearing the wrong things, speaking the wrong words
Wondering why all the damn time
Others make life look so easy
Fearing mistakes before they're ever made
Seeking safety with the strange
Collecting the obscure
And promising to change
Into what you can never hold
Feeling restless within yourself
Searching for the truth
For why you never belonged
And finding only more hanting questions
Disatisfactions only shared
With those glarring stares...
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| Who Am I??
Posted: 6/27/2007 4:10:37 PM | Here I am sitting all alone
wondering what am I on earth for,
curious what is my purpose in life
am I to be a man who has a wife?
Am I supposed to work for someone else
or should I be working for myself?
was I meant to be poor and strugglin'
or a life with overwhelming financial wealth?
Should I be somewhere other than here?
Should I be one who loves and cares?
Should I be one who knows no fears?
Am I one who's meant to shed tears?
Am I one went to have a family with kids?
Should I be the type to just wonder as he lives?
At what point will all these questions give
and let me know all the answers to this?
Who Am I? | |
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| A Rapist Tale
Posted: 8/7/2007 8:01:13 AM | ---------------------------------------
I bid you all: Good evening
I trust you’re seated well
And ready to accept the tale
Soon to you I’ll tell
Choose NOT to view
My malignant horrid face
The rotting flesh and pus filled eyes
Are not my saving grace
Hopefully, too, you’ll be spared
When an odor may emit
From boils on my hide
Which may erupt and spit
But … If all is in readiness,
And comfortable you be
Let me ruin your mind
As you come along with me …
On a night in August
With weather caldron hot
The moon rode thru’ a cloudless sky
As Nature did allot
Long, moonlit shadows
Were cast upon the ground
Rustling leaves upon the trees
Were the only sound
Bats darting quick - an
Insects’ final fate,
While the night moved onward
The hour growing late
Down the lane a man did walk
A rapist full of hate
The clicking of his footsteps
Displayed his quickened gait.
For evil graced the air
It crackled in the heat
And sizzled in the sweat beads
Running down his face so fleet
The evil did its’ work:
His fear inside did swell
For the Prince of Darkness
Was emerging from His Hell.
Before the man, down the lane,
A vision began to form:
Headless ghouls, biting things
And rancidness did swarm.
As the fear inside him rose
Exponentially
His gaze remained swarm fixed …
Involuntarily
His gait slowed at the sight
His steps becoming faltered
For appearing in the swarm:
A figure – leather haltered
The haltered figure materialized
From inside the festered swarm
And the man began to see
The figure fully formed
As remnants of the swarm
Began to fade away
The man then absorbed - what
His eyes purveyed
The Prince of Darkness
In female form revealed
An offering,
There In Her hands, concealed
Vivid red, against
The darkness of the night
Glowed behind the figure
Standing in his sight
The man had stopped mid-stride
When the Prince, She had appeared
The sight before him:
Accumulation of all he feared.
The Prince of Darkness
Beckoned with Her mind
Compelling him to seek
What her hands entwined
Forward did he move
Of power not his own
Toward Her outstretched hands
And the thing he would be shown.
Standing there before Her
Moving gaze from face to hand
He saw the thing She held there
But didn’t understand
A clear liquid
Inside a crystal glass
Supported bobbing ice cubes
But his thoughts remained morass
He knew not the identity
Of this haltered form
Who had emerged from inside the
Mass of rancid swarm
But compelled was he
To take the glass
And of content to
Imbibe and take
He reached forth
And did so
A fatal
Flawed mistake
The swarm he had seen before
Witnessing it with dread,
Now appeared again …
But this time in his head.
A physical transformation
Took place midst painful screams
As the world around him
Turned to nightmare dreams
He dropped the crystal glass
But it never reached the ground
His body absorbed the glass
With a sucking sound
His chest was then expanded,
His waist it shrank to thin
His fingers sprouted long nails
As he was born again
Now he stood there naked
And as he then looked down
Found woman’s breasts upon his chest
Causing him to frown
The Prince of Darkness
Spoke to the new female:
“Now ‘tis you will see
The Hell that’s your new jail”.
“I have a job for you
That you will do for me
And ‘tis a job for you to
Last all eternity”.
“In my home in Hell,
Many rapists do abide
Inside you broken crystal
Glass it is I hide”
“For you are now a female
And Hell’s rapists you will please
Cutting them to ribbons
As you kneel there on your knees”
“But you will feel the pain
Those rapists will inflict
Forever and for always
And that is my edict”
Her malicious laughter
Filled the August air
As the Prince of Darkness
Ended the affair
A swarm of flying, biting things
Veiled the Prince again
And he disappeared
To look for rapist men.
And so, you’ve heard the tale
I told you I would say
Now the night is over … but …
Come back again some day.
But, should you be a rapist
Then here, I have for you,
A clear liquid in crystal glass …
Drink, before you bid adieu. | |
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