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| The Dark Side
Posted: 2/24/2005 10:46:13 AM | I wanted to post this here, if you all don't mind... I discovered something, last night... It can be dark, when it deals with the darkened realms, within most peoples hearts...
In advance, thank you...! Just for this, one time...
"Lessons Learned"
Went to church, the other night
learned lesson, that showed me right
for blindly led people
only prosper, from misery
lying and cheating
no way, to be
for clueless, lives
they live, you see
only believing, what must be
one sided, facts
they seek, to know
blindly led, one and all
standing alone, in field of battle
enemies abound
but only, by jackals
laughing and parading
words, tossed and turned
easy to attack, one who's been burned
for last night, i found a power
greater than all
mere people, tricksters
i see, them all
blindly led, without a doubt
thinking their correct
but there's, more to be found
knowing lifes, values
think they, know all
when in reality
the blind, will all fall
morality, changed for mob mentality
what a shame?
and adult's, be them all
children of god, for those who believe
but lets, first stone one
just, too wait and see
bible belt, obviously no more
for the world has changed, so much
the blind, seeking one's in pain
too hurt them, more and more
vengence, is their path
unrelenting pain, a quest
then pretending later
and act, their best
for last night, my eye's did open
for evil hearts, surround me
only wanting to give pain
without, even asking
no better, than laughing jackals
in times of old
as biblical scriptures, tells it all
the final truth, will arrive someday
when they find themselves all
with the piper, to pay
for god, see's all evil
in deepest hearts, knows
they may hide, from one another
but not, from the true one
we all know
who, later calls
my vengence, is not mine
that belongs, to the lord
for he, will pass final judgement
on one and all
-G | |
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Posted: 2/24/2005 6:48:25 PM | | Very good! Darkness can be found in the brightest corners. I know, I used to go to Bible college for youth ministry. | |
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Posted: 2/24/2005 7:07:06 PM | Thank you, Kobold... Wow... Youth ministry, that must have been quite a challenge for you... Very impressive... Thank you, for sharing that with me...
And again, for allowing me to post this poem here, as well... | |
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Posted: 2/24/2005 7:57:29 PM | Your welcome. Any time.
Awakening
I awake. It’s so dark, damp and cold,
And there’s a stench, of something old.
I’m lying down, I can feel some sort of lace,
It’s all around, even hanging in my face.
I can feel my clothing, a suit maybe,
But can’t be sure, it’s too dark to see.
I try to move, but there’s no room to,
I yell, maybe someone will hear, but who?
Behind the lace, is something hard like steel,
I beat against it so long, my head begins to reel.
A panic over takes me, I don’t like it here,
And nobody knows I’m there, so I fear.
Last I knew, I was driving, drinking my coke,
Then all the sudden, it’s here I awoke.
Now I’m locked, in some sort of box,
And so dark, can’t see any latches or locks.
Wait a minute,… no, no, not now,
A coffin? It can’t be, but how?
I’m not dead, this is just a dream,
I’ll try to wake myself, maybe with a scream.
And scream as I may, scream as I might,
I’m still locked away, locked away from light.
In my box, I’ve been laid here to rest,
And soon my soul, will be put to the test.
In my box, I hear little squishing sounds,
All about and around, buried here, underground.
Must be the worms, waiting to feed,
My rotting flesh, their desire, their need.
I thought when you die, your soul floated away,
Floated out your body, so some say.
But here I sit, and there’s nothing I can do,
Take heed of my words, It’ll happen to you too.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 2/24/2005 8:20:40 PM | ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Amazing write... Kobold...  | |
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Posted: 2/24/2005 8:22:18 PM | Thanks Phoenixx!
Reign
War will ravage the land,
Fear will spread like fire,
Natural disasters at hand,
Will come the great liar.
Spread of disease will come fast,
Quickly, injustice he’ll dispense,
Righteousness he’ll outcast,
Embracing all ignorance.
Thousand years his reign,
Only terror will be known,
No pleasure just pain,
In the seeds we have sown.
Has the time actually come,
We’ll just have to see,
It is believed by some,
But not by the likes of me.
But watch for the dark angel to fly,
The time is not far off,
In that time, you too will cry,
So go ahead, sneer and scoff.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 2/24/2005 8:44:51 PM | "Prince"
Some say, he's been born
marked by numbers, times three
an evil soul, who will try
and take us all
as he, please
wreaking havoc, he will try
chopping heads or hands
to those, who would deny
believe in him or die
he would say, too all
for he will try to bring
hell, to earth
so that, all will fall
many will, believe in him
for false promises, fools need
living in riches
but chains, made of gold
enslaving them, all
their destiny
sinner see, what they wish to see
for they are full, of glutony
giving all they have, to one
who's soul, is darker than most
have seen
tricked by words
easy, for forked tongues
you, see
telling lies, quenching thirst's
so easily
only to find
mistakes made later, by one and all
too hells mouth, delivered
all ready, to fall
for the one's, who denied
and preferred, to die
are actually the one's
who, survive
-G | |
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Posted: 2/24/2005 9:04:44 PM | | Great write Phoenixx, brought out a lot of details, I couldn't remember. Excellent poem! | |
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Posted: 2/24/2005 9:29:36 PM | Ace
Locked and loaded, plane ready to go,
Will I make it back, I really don’t know.
Ace in the air, many a flight, many a kill,
Aircraft at full speed, maneuvers of skill.
Diving and turning, with great agility,
Banking and rolling, with more stability.
Enemy is ahead, got him right in my sights,
Steady she goes, ease the trigger, cannons alight.
Little bits of debris, and black clouds of smoke,
I’m playing for keeps, and that’s no joke.
Pilot tries to bail, out he does jump,
I shoot at him as he goes down, I see his body slump.
One more kill, oh the thrill of it all,
In a war that raged on, I answered the call.
I’ll go against anyone, I take on every last one,
Me flying, them dying, to me, great fun.
So if you happen to be in the air,
And an enemy about which I don’t care.
You better be watching your six,
Because it’s your little a**, I’m going to fix.
~Kobold~ | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
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| The Darkest Side
Posted: 2/25/2005 5:58:14 AM | It has been 10,000 years since man first went to War
And one thing never changes.... If you know the score
There have been many Heroes.....Cowards maybe more
Lots and Lots of normal men..... In Each and Every war
The weapons have improved .... So the killing rates increase
Still widows cry in solitude...... For their Love deceased
Homeless children left behind .... Begging in the streets
Death will Wander everywhere.... Even though War has ceased
There will be the Victors... And the Losers in each side
Usually the strongest group, go back to see their brides
But the one real thing that sickens me, ... And I'll let you decide
Is the Leader of BOTH armies Know,, THEIR GOD is on Their Side
Religion has a Lot to answer for
And I dont just mean Christian and Muslims
No doubt the Mayans Incas Romans Greeks Spartans ETC ETC ALL Believed the same
Both sides believed THEIR God was on Their Side
And I always believed God taught LOVE
TOO SAD | |
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Posted: 2/25/2005 9:28:39 AM | Both excellent writes...!!! Kobold and Longte...
"Bomber Pilot"
Bomber pilot, trained, as i was
going on missions, faceless people
i drop, bombs on
one after another, locations that be
i only see the trigger button
they only, hear me
both blind, both of us
they by sight, myself by flight
a course... a heading... a place to drop
one hand, on the flight stick
the other, trigger bound
up so high, enemy fire
cannot reach me
for bombs, fly straight down
so they teach me
reaching my target with crosshairs to guide me
never seeing a soul, below
only the smoke, that billows and swells
behind me
deafening engines, cover the noise
of explosions, that do happen
while people, do cry out
i hear them not, so i can only imagine
the happening
mission after mission, they do send
myself and others, to try and defend
killing enemies, to no end
but so sad to say, children and women
fall, into the plan
for nobody, escapes a bomb you see
it encapsulate, whole populations
piece by piece
for landing on villages, on a whole
take out many, who live below
thier daily lives, are designed around fright
for they never know, who next
may take flight
surrounded by explosions
and hollowed out, shacks
running and fearing the skies
for their next, attack
no way, to live
till the war is over
but for now, all they can do
is run for cover
-G | |
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| The Darkest Side
Posted: 2/25/2005 6:42:50 PM | Ok not sure iam posting this in the right place and let me know what ya think
The Child Without
As I sit here and think of my unborn child,
I think of all the things I never had a chance to do with my father
and the things I have done wrong.
I swear that I will always listen and not jump the gun on things you do
because if I sit back and take a moment to think, I see I have already done what you have done, but in my younger days.
As I think of how things could have been,
I regret the mistake I made so many years ago when your mother and I decided,
because we weren't ready for that long term commitment,
to trade your life.
As time goes on we think back what life would have been like.
It makes us both sick to think we caused such a tragedy
in letting your life ebb away.
All we want now is forgiveness.
Yet, we know we could never have it
because we were so wrong in what we did.
We will always love you,
no matter what you think or hear
Its something i just wrote nothing to do with me or anyone i know
Robert | |
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Posted: 2/25/2005 10:00:31 PM | A dark poem of regret-excellent flcowboy! thanks for posting it here.
Demon
The sepulchre shook violently, then fell off its mound,
Long hook-like claws, grappled and raked into the dirt.
Pulling itself up and out of the once hallowed ground,
Now stood a demon, head lifted high, senses on full alert.
It had been eons since it had tread upon this land,
Long since it had tasted the pleasure of human torment.
Now it was loose from hell and here it would take souls to brand,
Marking them his, and in his rampage, his anger would vent.
He was gray in color, like rotting flesh, out of the grave, just did fall,
And muscular in build, with large wings and horns on his head.
His eyes, gleamed demented viciousness, hatred for one and all,
Wanting only to see, each and everyone of us, dead.
Loosed upon the earth, it takes now to the air,
With an unending hunger, never to be satisfied.
It lives for blood, and for the dispersal of despair,
And won’t quit, until ultimately, each of us has died.
We are the hunted, we now, are the prey,
Evil will have its time, He’ll see it through.
Even with your prayers lifted, every day,
In the end, the demon’s still coming for you.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 2/25/2005 10:28:20 PM | Cried yourself to sleep,
Hush, hush, never fear,
In dreams dive deep,
I'll dry that tear.
In Dreams
In between sleeping and waking,
That time when dreams are more real,
My love you are no longer forsaking,
Your love I can once again feel.
All your hatred is gone,
Only love with your smile,
Welcomed as your only one,
Gone is your denial.
I never want to wake,
To the terror of the day,
To my immense heart break,
To the reality, you’ve gone away.
So tonight I will sleep,
May the morning never show,
Into my dreams to dive deep,
And may death, I finally come to know.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 2/25/2005 10:40:39 PM | Slow Death
Slow death of suffocation
not living, but walking of the dead
amongst us are many
who live by the night
sleep by the day
eyes sunken into their head
gray'd skin pale and bleak
waiting for the next fix
spending all their effort searching
for the white crystal of death
sniffing it, smoking it, in the veins
slow death of suffocation
thinking only of themselves
nothing else exists anymore
only them and their doom. | |
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Posted: 2/26/2005 1:10:48 PM | | There's a little dark in you newly-love it! | |
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Posted: 2/26/2005 2:27:39 PM | Oh yes, like everyone else I do have a dark side. I try to conceal it....it always finds a hole to break through.
Here's a rambling discussion I've had with some friends....tried to make a poem of it.
Addiction
Addicted to love
addicted to sex
addicted to drugs
addicted to Internet
addicted to abuse
addicted to food
addicted to gambling
addicted to many of the above
let go and free it with the dove
it will kill you in the long run
get out and enjoy the sun
sustain from what you think ails the pain
stand your body in the pouring rain
learn to why these addictions draw you
let go and let the wind blow through
if you don't get help you will only lose,
lose your ambition
lose your dignity
lose your life
lose touch with reality
lose who was good to you
lose your self esteem
lose your money. | |
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Posted: 2/26/2005 2:47:07 PM | "Rebuilt Man"
Into the cemetery
stalking, freshly buried souls
digging up, graves
cadavers parts, not to be sold
to be used, more fiendishly
so, i'm told
looking to piece, together
too give life too, you see
a madman's, creation
the first, that will ever be
piece by piece, the parts are brought back
arms, legs and torso
with heart and innards, all intact
proportionate sizes, must match
later to be sewn, for that's the plan
only the best of each, will be used
surgery knife, in right hand
human schematics, on charts
too, understand
as for the rest, thrown away
in shallow, graves
dug deep holes, no burial right
hope, they understand
the brain, is the most important
for it must belong, to someone healthy
if it be, demented
all will have to worry
no defects, nor abnormalities
so as, not to affect
the outcomes, that will come forth
discion, all made carefully
months have passed, some do say
life will be given, too one
made of several, pieces
on this, day
for given birth, through life of lightening
so that life, will course again
in one, who is frightening
now complete
the abominations, before you
soulless being, who was made
tall, by seven feet
finally, storms arrive
no time to waste
hands of clock, ticking away
for on this day, they say
life reborn, will be given, today
raising, the lightening rod
way up, above
attaching, electrodes
that will soon give life
to the one, with no movement nor sound
lightening strikes, the switch is thrown
coursing electricity, too the lifeless one
nothing at first, then a low moaning sound
the lifeless body jumps, all at once
then shakes, uncontrollably
for life, has entered one
so it is, done
the eye's, begin to open
seeking and searching
not knowing, what has happened
for all is new, to it
although, the brain
remembers, pieces and bits
of past's, knowing
screaming and hollering
from the tops, of its lungs
breaking the straps, it has on
jumping from table top
to floor, way down below
tearing, creator apart
and assistant, who did help him sew
running amuck, destroying
the birth place, that be
finally escaping, through open window
into the darkness, it sees
rumors are that, this creature still exists
roaming the countryside
hiding, from all who seek
only wishing, to be left alone
this man or beast
poor creature, with no home
hoping and wishing
for life's end, so sweet
to end, this hellish existence
given to it, for centuries now
and, for piece
-G | |
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Posted: 2/26/2005 5:01:42 PM | Storm
The whir of the wind bellowed against the house,
The shadows danced back and forth in the moonlight,
Across the room scurried a little mouse,
Into the baseboard and out of sight.
In the distance I heard thunder rumble,
And rain began to pelt against the window,
Mother nature made me feel so humble,
Just a blade of grass we are for her to mow.
A chill surged quickly up my spine,
A cold sweat gathered upon my skin,
Trickling down my face in a line,
The room now seemed to close in.
Fear is your worst enemy,
When you’re alone in the dark,
When shadows are all you see,
And across the sky lightning does spark.
Your imagination, your eyes can trick,
You think you see things that aren’t there,
Heart pounding, in your throat it does stick,
Your fears now out in the open, laid bare.
The rhythm of the rain now slows,
Storm slowly fading as they will do,
And with it the fear now goes,
Thunder rumbles dawdling to a few.
I can hear only the plip, plops,
Of water hitting the wet ground,
As the rain finally stops,
But the darkness is still around.
The storm is now gone,
In the calm I sit,
Mother nature now done,
With her little weather fit.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 2/26/2005 7:45:47 PM | "Alternate Realities"
They say, we have doubles
which cross, our paths
in times of troubles
alternate realities
some say, do exist
where we might be, one way here
but different, in some other place
keep balance, between both sides
one successful, while the other dies
both words, the same
as though, on the same plain
with subtle differences
but, pretty much the same
if we pass, hardships here
our doubles there, don't
same deal, you see?
for while they fail, there
we make, good here
always an equal, balance
between, both worlds
one, not actually knowing
of the other
but existing, side by side
always, balancing
one, another
-G | |
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Posted: 2/26/2005 8:39:05 PM | Justin
November thirteen, the year two thousand four,
You did your duty as Marines know best,
Amidst the conflict, known the as the Iraqi war,
Your soul was ultimately put to the test.
While doing your job, out on combat patrol,
You received a signal, possibly an explosive device.
You located the device, radio frequency type control,
And yelled back to fellow Marines “run for your life.”
Knowing your life was one, no one could save,
You threw yourself upon the device in the ground,
Mortally wounded, for fellow man, life you gave,
For you, Marine, taps sadly, but proudly does sound.
You’ve done your duty Justin, job well done,
Honor and loyalty, to family and Corps,
But regret that your life only numbered one,
The ultimate sacrifice, the sad expense of war.
Rest in peace.
Dedicated to Lcpl. Justin Ellsworth
Semper Fi,
Cpl. Scott L. McPherson(A.K.A. Kobold)
USMC 86-92 | |
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Posted: 2/26/2005 9:28:16 PM | P-38 Ghost
I’ve been dead for quite some time, but nightly take to the skies,
Roar of the twin engined devil, my P-38 Lightning flies.
In a battle of life and death, two aces in the air,
Caught a bullet from my enemy, plane spiraled in despair.
My beloved P-38 Lightning, into the ground crashed,
Unsuspected outcome, of my aerial clash.
But I had no desire to leave, I so love to fly,
My pride and joy, my Lightning, take to the sky.
Dogfights and duels, with old enemies like me,
Fight our aerial battles, until the sun comes up anew.
Locked forever in battle, wings of glory for the few,
Rattle of our cannons, ghost bullets our aircraft spew.
So in my haunted realm, my reality, I never see the ground,
At night listen closely, and you’ll hear the twin engines sound.
No pearly gates for me, my heavens at the stick,
Of my P-38 Lightning, soaring through clouds thick.
~Kobold~
Based on true story from once restricted military documents | |
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Msg: 74 | |
| The Darkest Side of WAR
Posted: 2/26/2005 9:31:37 PM | "We need this done for Just One shot... A shot to change the War"
As he passed the AK47 up to the armourer
The armourer just looked at him Said "Don't be Stupid mate
We Know they're Real Reliable. Just not Accurate"
But he stripped it and he worked on it, 'til one day to his Joy
He found he had Created, a pretty Awesome Toy
Now young Danny was a Marksman.... Bloody good one too
When he fired his rifle.... You Knew the shot was true
He took the 47 out onto the Range
Came back with a crooked smile, plastered on his face
"With this thing at 400 yards I can hit a dime.
Maybe 9 Shots out of 10.... Maybe All the time"
Major came and picked him up... Took Danny away
Never knew what happened..'Til the other day
Seems there was a Headman, In a village Way out back
Had to be taught a lesson... To keep the rest on track
They sent a Spotter with him.... To pick the target out
Danny would just Make the Shot... Hit without a doubt
So the Spotter Called the Shot.... Danny let one Fly
Somewhere in the Distance... The Spotter Saw him Die
Used an AK47 to blame the Viet Cong
In the Circumstances didn't seem Too wrong
Danny got a medal..... Hero so they say
Then through the Grapevine... What happened on that day
He hadn't Shot the Headman... He Never was the One
Instead, Unknowing, he had Shot the headmans 10 year son
On the Anniversary..... five years after the War
Danny Ate a Barrel.... To even up the Score
I hope that you are shocked by this... Makes you want to Spew
But the worst part of this Story.... Is that Every Word is TRUE
Maybe as the Politicians Say "WE HAVE TO FIGHT MORE WARS"
I Don't know. I did my bit a long time ago
Even Young and Stupid enough to do Two tours
Wouldnt wish it on ANYONE
Maybe just give the Politicians from BOTH Sides a glimpse into the Future somehow
Might stop a few | |
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Posted: 2/27/2005 4:06:22 AM | Lost, hopeless, bound and, waiting.For the bitter ambrosia,so bitter, and yet so sweet.
A forbidin exotic that so few dare taste.The simplicity of it, to be humiliated,
subjucated,and exihilerated.
A life so wild to most, and so loving to few.
Those of us who have chosen to taste the bitter sweet ambrosia, have done so at the risk
of becoming unable to live with out,yes addicted if you will.
But we. Those of us who dared to,and did, found not only limitless boundries of life,
pleasure, and tantilizing pain, that we cared not of the future, but of only the now.
The tears that mix with our sweat,the blood that mixes withour cum, yes yes, it is true.
And you. You have not had the ability, or bravery to taste such an exotic mixture.
I truely feel for you. For you shall never know the beauty of erotic pain, or taunting obcsenities of humiliating love, given and taken.In mutual bond.
To submit befor and under foot. To walk upon, with the same feelings, and done so,
as only I love, the love of the the strap,the love of the and bind. With these, I call you mine... You Are Mine.
For This Is Truely The Dark Side Of loves, Dommananc | |
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