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Let’s Change Fate©Page 23 of 25    (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25)
He sits by the window, bathed in it’s light
But within his mind it’s … black as night

Hate: His companion. Depression: His mate
Silently, quietly he plans out his fate

His classmates: All bullies. His Parents don’t care.
And all around him there’s no one aware.

Teachers: Too busy. Counselors: Aloof
All their demeanors are uncaring proof

Into himself he now has withdrawn
He knows soon his miseries all will be gone

Up from his chair, and with firm resolve
He turns t’wards the hallway – his problems to solve

A gun in his coat, and a shotgun concealed
His deadly intentions are now revealed

And my children, there in that school
Had they to this boy been a bully or cruel?

Had I taught them to be kind and a friend
To everyone - even those who offend?

Will they fall victim to hatred and fear,
From the boy with the guns drawing so near?

All our children, yours … and mine too
Can fall victim to Fate’s turn of the screw

Unless we teach all of fairness and right
Not of wealth, or the vainness of might

Be not a bully of ridicule voice
Be understanding and make the right choice

For when halls are walked by a boy filled with hate
For our children, it may be too late.
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Msg: 452
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Nothin’ Else To Do©
Posted: 2/15/2008 7:09:41 PM
It was a Tuesday night and dull boredom had set in
‘ thought I heard my ol’ car say: “Take us for a spin,
Go pickup Bobby Mac and maybe Cindy too,
‘Cause it’s Tuesday night … and there’s nothin’ else to do”.

Bobby Mac rode “shotgun” with Cindy in between
And I gripped that steerin’ wheel as we rode through Abilene
We stopped ’n got some soft drinks and a load of hot French fries
Then off we went again crusin’ – ‘neath those Texas skies

Cindy’s eyes were sparklin’ after Bobby told a joke
Once I had to stop the car from spillin’ most’ my Coke
Then Bobby Mac asked me just what my car could do …
Could it reach a hundred … or maybe one oh two?

I turned the car and cruised on down to Ol’ Commanche Road.
I was rev’in’ up my engine, while the duel exhausts bellowed
I popped the clutch and tires protested with their clouds of smoke
And horsepower erupted through every bore and stroke

The needle on the dashboard gauge was approaching one oh oh
And then I felt that right front tire when it decided to let go
It happened in a heart beat, but slow motion do I see
For now I relive that awful night for all eternity.

And Cindy has no sparkle left within her big brown eyes
And Bobby Mac’s no jokes to tell ‘neath those Texas skies
Here I sit on this cold cloud with Bob and Cindy Lou
‘Cuz now … and forever more … they’ll be nothin’ else to do.

Don’t speed.
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Msg: 453
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Pain … Forever©
Posted: 2/15/2008 7:30:53 PM
All the word crap was over, and when they’d asked me if I had any “last words”, I’d given them a belly full of what I thought about them, the society and the world in general, and I was feeling pretty good about what I’d said.

Then they commenced to set me down.

The seat is much more uncomfortable than I had imagined. And cold through my prison pants. For some reason I had thought it would be warmer. I shifted a bit as I set down, trying to find a more comfortable position, but there wasn’t one. I guess this chair isn’t for comfort anyway.

Almost immediately a guard kneels in front of me, and begins strapping my legs in place. Simultaneously, another guard starts strapping my right arm to the arm of the chair. The time crawls by, and I think to myself I wish they’d hurry up.

The guard that had been working on my leg straps, stood up, and moved around to my left and began strapping that arm to the chair as well. I think my arms straps are too tight, but say nothing as the guards continue there work about me.

Some guy in a cheap gray suit comes over from somewhere, and checks the strap-in job the guards did, but says nothing.

I suddenly get the sensation of a wetness on the top of my head, then realize it’s the sponge.

Some one behind me says: “Lift your head up”, and I comply.

A very cold metal cap is placed on my head, and under my chin a very rough, leather smelling strap is hitched in place, and someone whose face I can’t see, asks if the chin strap is too, tight.

I smirk at the remark, and say: “What difference does it make?” but my comment garners no response. They were all trying to be so polite and considerate. What bullshit. I wondered where all that “politeness” was during my trial and my many incarcerations!

Out of the corner of my eye, I get a glimpse of the cheap suit guy, but he walks behind me and disappears from my field of vision. Then I feel someone fiddling with the metal cap on my head, and figure it’s probably the same dude.

Then, from above, a rubber-ball gag appears, and drops down over my face. The guard tells me to open my mouth, and I tell him to go **** himself. I ain’t going to open my mouth, and I ain’t going to have that gag inserted. I had already told them I didn’t want that damned black hood over my head, so at least they didn’t try pulling that on me.

There is some discussion between a couple of dudes behind me about the gag which lasts a couple of minutes or so, and then someone speaks into a microphone, because I can hear the electronic sounds his words make: “The prisoner has elected to dispense with the oral restraint”.

Shit, I say to myself. Oral restraint, what crap … they have these stupid ass names for everything. It’s just a damned gag. Why don’t they just call it a gag!

There was a response from someone else, to the dudes comment about the gag, but I didn’t catch it.

A guard appeared at my feet again, this time with a long insulated black cable, and began to fumble around near my ankles. At the same time someone was again screwing around with that cap on my head.

The guard at my ankles finished, and the cheap suit dude comes – again – and checks my ankles, then, when he was satisfied, he walks around behind me and fiddles with my metal cap.

There was more muffled discussions behind me, but I couldn’t recognize the voices.

Then, I hear the shuffling of feet, followed by the closing latch of the door.

Of course I just sit here … waiting.

While I’m waiting I start wondering what my ol’ lady is doin’ about now, the ****. It’s Friday night, so she was probably down at …

The jolt hits me like a freight train!

In one single instant:
Raw seething pain; Hot, immediate and all encompassing; All my teeth shatter and my jaw bone breaks as I bite down from my jaw muscles going rigid with the force of a hydraulic steel press; I feel my eyes shoot out of their sockets; my spine snaps at my pelvic bone, as the rest of the muscles in my body violently contract from the intense high voltage; Blood shoots from my nose, as my facial muscles viciously turn into hard, hot steel bands; The hair in my nostrils and on my head vaporizes and smolders; The searing hot pain of the current shoots through me like a head-on car wreck; All nerve endings are white-hot and melting; I involuntarily urinate – HARD; My bowels erupt; I scream through fried vocal chords …

I bolted upright in my bed, sweat pouring off my face. My heart was racing, thumping so hard I thought it might come right through my chest.

Quickly I looked about me, but I could make out nothing in the darkened room. Slowly, my eyes became accustomed to the small amount of light, and I looked down at myself.

What was that on my wrist?

It was a dark band of … something. I brought my arm closer to my face and as I did I was stricken by a foul smell, reminiscent of burnt meat. Ignoring the odor, I examined my arm.

The band was about two inches wide with little white spots in a row that seemed to completely encompass my wrist. I touched it with my other hand, and the flesh fell away from the band mark.

Then … I understood: My God! It wasn’t a dream!! OH NO …!!!!!! I wasn’t in bed, I was in the process of being transferred … to … Hell.

Then came the eternal blackness in which I would carry my last instant of intense, horrid pain, living it constantly over and over … forever.
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Msg: 456
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The Dark Side
Posted: 2/22/2008 1:34:05 PM
Step Beyond

Each step up
Heart thrashing
Mind twisting
Lights flashing

Another floor
Pulse is racing
Of what I’m facing

Next level above
Entire body is shivering
A silent scream mimics
Through lips quivering

Onto the roof
The night never so black
The air so thick
There’s no turning back

Over to the edge
To narrow for feet
Slightly tilting forward
Falling to the street

The wind rushes up
The windows speed by
Then you wake up
Right as you die

Was it a dream
Did you collide
Are you alive
Or on the other side

Body damp and wet
Or is that clammy and cold
Did you say your prayers
Or was it your soul you sold………
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Msg: 457
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The Dark Side
Posted: 2/22/2008 1:51:51 PM
Hey Sam ... an EXCELLENT write ... and I absolutely loved the last stanza. Powerful stuff. Keep it up!
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Msg: 458
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Jacob R. McGee©
Posted: 2/23/2008 4:11:59 PM
“Jake” was what they called him with respectfulness and awe
Ever’ since he came up here from down in Arkansas
Never was no bullies who’d confront our family
Cause my Dad, was the big and bad Ol’ Jacob R. McGee

There’s stories told about him right up unto this day
Like when with just one hand he picked up a Chevrolet
Or the one about his knockin’ out ol’ Jerry Mason’s bull
But the story ‘bout ol’ Jack Savage - now that’s a big earful.

Ol’ Jack Savage was a nasty man, that no one could deny
With many scars upon his face and with evilness of eye
But Nasty Jack met a diamondback all people did agree
When he crossed the path and aftermath of Jacob R. McGee

No one knows just why they fought that August afternoon
But Jack lies in the ground within a coffinized cocoon.
And the face of ol’ Jack Savage it went unrecognized
It was ol’ Jacks’ scarred-up face that Jake had pulverized

All Jacks’ ribs were broken, and both his arms were too
The undertaker said, ol’ Jack’s neck was twisted and askew
The man who’d done the damage, and walked from the melee
People say it was my Dad, ol’ Jacob R. McGee

Jake passed on some years back and now there’s only me
And no one knows I kicked Jake’s butt when I was twenty three
I knocked him down to the ground, then tied him to a tree
So let me introduce myself: I’m Chainsaw R. McGee – ya’ want a piece of me?
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Msg: 461
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Throwing Away The Hours......
Posted: 2/24/2008 12:36:41 AM
Voices telling what to do
Only the calling of the creator whispering telling me what to do
Where do these voices come from
I fall to the floor weak with savvy as I embrace my only friend the bottle
I shake, I'm paranoid they tell me as they let me walk out with a prescription $500 dollars a month
Who are they labeling schizo as I take a pill to ease my pain
These voices have to come from somewhere as I pace around my mental ward while I can't go outside and enjoy the rain
Yes rain as heavily as it burdens me as I stare into my bottle as I succomb to a deathly sleep that could last for days
I shiver in my blankets five quilts as I listen to the words in my head
Sometimes they tell me to kill someone I ain't seen in years
Where do these voices come from as I shake in tears
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Msg: 462
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Posted: 2/24/2008 6:45:36 AM

7 digits , two hands
thats not long division
count and cut
should be a simple way
to find out which hand you favor

lost eyes in an empty head
heart on a stick , no hope of candy
a valentine for George Romero
a night spent looking for the sun
wrong movie, you lose

a soft sound seems loud
yelled in the ear on your good side
or what used to be before the bleeding
drew circles on your face
with the razor you found in

a hand with 2 fingers
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Msg: 463
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Johnsons Woods©
Posted: 3/21/2008 6:37:35 AM
And that’s the way it’s always been,
An’ I guess will always be
But that don’t mean those things are right
They could be contrary

So if you go to Johnson’s Woods
An’ start “stirrin’ up this stew”,
There’s some things you need to know
An’ I’m remindin’ you:

That Billy Ray Thompson boy
You know he’s out there yet
You goin’ out to find him
Might be somethin’ you’ll regret

You can talk about those eerie screams
An’ what their source might be
But, if I was you, I’d turn blue
‘Fore I’d go out to see.

Marv LaMesa you recall
Showed them bleached-white bones
An’ said they was all ‘twas left
Of our Reverend Jones

An’ don’t forget that knife they found
Out near Willow Creek
Of such decadence, decent
Folks won’t speak

Just last night ‘round my house
Was tracks so deep and wide
Three-toed tracks with claws
Hell …I went back inside

Now you can go on lookin’
I won’t stop your search
But I’m goin’ to the creek
An’ fish me up some perch.

I don’t think that you should go
Into Johnson’s Woods
I’m thinkin’ what is in there
Just couldn’t be too good.

Yep, you can have adventure
An’ your opinions too,
But if you don’t come out of there
I’ll not look for you.

And that’s the way it’s always been,
An’ I guess will always be
But that don’t mean those things are right.
Johnson’s Woods? … they ain’t for me!
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Msg: 467
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Johnsons Woods©
Posted: 4/2/2008 9:11:22 PM
I don't know about the rest of you, but I am continually impressed by the writing skills of those who post here ... just magnificent works ... some are insightful, others of misty vagueness, and still others are so humorous. I thank you all for makin' my reading that much more enjoyable ... PC4U
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Msg: 468
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Your Dreams©
Posted: 7/24/2008 12:17:48 PM
In the Dark of Night, when all is still
And heat’s humidity is the swill
That adds odors to the musty smell
Of black dankness in the Moors of Hell

No winds nor any wisp of air
Disturbs the evil lurking there
And within the sewer of the moat
Rotted things do stir and float

From dead trees does Evil ooze
And mists from it arise in hues
Of sickly yellow and putrid green
The promised pain completes the scene

There are You, invited in
To recommence the trek again
To run the gauntlet of life past
Where sharp, stinging things are cast

By a mind that never lets them go,
Those horrid things that haunt you so
And that’s the way it will always be:
Your dreams from now through eternity.
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Msg: 469
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The Collection
Posted: 2/16/2010 12:07:11 PM
The Collection

The moor in shrouds of fog was clad
‘Twas foreboding’s incubation
‘n Soon would be the birthplace
Of ghoulish invitation

To summon all the Evils,
‘n bring their congregation
Building to a fevered pitch in
Burning conflagration

Preparation lasted for
Near a hundred years
Now the day had come
To unleash the crippling Fears

Stalactite moss
There hanging from the trees
Waited for the moonless night
To assist in blasphemies

Silence was there present
Save distant man-wolf’s howl forlorn
Heralding the edge of night
A’fore the coming morn.

Small creatures then there scurried
To get into their dens
Fearing for their lives
A’fore the End begins.

And when the setting sun
Kissed the edge of night
Rancidness at last rejoiced
With all preparation right.

And then ghouls assembled,
Making moat around the moor
‘n their interlocking there
‘Tis Evil they assure

Worms began to squirm
From ancient coffins rotted through
Leaving in their wake
A slime of oozing goo

Then came nameless creatures
On legs of decayed bone
The stench of rotted flesh
Everywhere was thrown

And I awaited quietly
‘til the scene completely set
For patience is my virtue
When souls are there to get

Around me my Black Kingdom
As I exit from my tomb
Seeking now to gather
Souls into their doom.

Banished first is Goodliness
Who fought against my Will
All these many centuries
I’ve waited to fulfill

The next to go is Happiness
For in my world no mirth
Hatred and sadness
Around the world must girth

Then Love’s eradication
Must next be realized
Of all things pleasant …
‘Tis this the most despised

Now all my children
Will flourish and come to bloom
In this day of reckoning,
Yea, this mighty Day of Doom

Affliction; Pestilence;
Greed and Poverty
Are my children’s names
I list here partially

Onward does my work progress
A cancer spreading wide
Only when all is ruined
Can my work subside

And there you sit,
Slowly scrolling with your mouse
Quietly reading words,
You’ve invited to your house

Smiling to yourself,
You heed not what you read
But it’s too late now …
The words have planted seed …

And later on this evening
As words begin to haunt
Your mind just won’t allow you
To think of things you want

And as the night moves forward
And sleep is what you seek
You’ll find the words you read
Have left your future bleak.

And I, remain here laughing
In my Kingdom cold and Black
Laughing at your uselessness
To get your old soul back

Yes, I’ve done my job
And I’ve done it very well
Know now, my soulless one …

You have met the Prince of Hell.
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Msg: 470
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The Collection
Posted: 2/16/2010 11:17:39 PM
Hamazing ...
I agree with all the positives you profess - at least in my real life. On the other hand, this specific forum is entitled "The Dark Side" and the entries herein are of fiction, (at least mine are). Koontz, and Stephen King and Edgar Allen Poe ... decent men all - but their writings lean toward the macabre. I don't place my own writings on the same elevated plane as the writings of those gentlemen, but the concepts and precepts are similar. I did appreciate your comments.
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Msg: 472
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The Dark Side
Posted: 2/21/2010 8:21:08 AM
The Moan©

For weeks it had bothered me so
And twice had I started to go
But I’d not walked the lane
For I feared the pain
Of what taking that walk might me show.

‘Tis a coward I thought I may be
‘Cause I wouldn’t get myself to go see
That is – ‘til tonight
When I conquered my fright
And went off without heraldry

With bluster did I initially walk
Not once did I falter or balk
That is … ‘til the House came to view
Then my resolve turned to goo
And bravery my cowardice mocked.

The moon, hanging high in the sky
Winked goodbye, as a cloud drifted by
And here, on the ground,
T’was ne’ry a sound
As moon-shadows disappeared to go cry

There - in my tracks - I stood still
Breathing not – to bolster my will
I tried hard to move
My cowardice disproved
(If my bravery would ever refill)

The path, relit by Moon’s Face,
Saved a coward’s disgrace
For the cloud moved away
My Shame got a stay
When resuming to my normal pace.

The Wind, quiet ‘til now,
Became alive then somehow
And tree branches “spoke”
‘Cause the Wind it awoke
Every leaf, every bark and dark bough

Dead leaves on the path ran about
In apparent unorganized route
Their rustling sounds
Were mindful of hounds
Chasing something unseen but devout

‘T’was a chill then slowed down my gait
And gave pause - a moment to wait
Some unspoken dread
Entered my head
And I paused there awaiting my fate

And the pause gave birth to The Moan
Low … forlorn and alone
It sinister be
And deeply chilled me
And my soul then touched a tombstone

Glancing about where I stood
Looking for someone who would
Emit such a sound
But … nowhere around
Was any being who could.

The on-rush of Fright was immense
Illogical and hotly intense
My instinct to run
Became then undone
When my mind readjusted its’ sense.

The Moan again reached my ears
Renewing my doubts and my fears
Panic set in
“RUN!” came again
Fears were my legs’ puppeteers

Up the path did I run
Believing my mind was undone
The Moan was behind
But, left me inclined
To believe I’d stepped into a caldron

Only did I think of fleeing
That thought interrupted by seeing
A darkened door sill
Of the House on the Hill
As Fear gripped tight on my Being.

Each intake of breath was a gasp
My lungs beginning to rasp
The House was so near …
Yet so was the Fear
Then at last the door knob I grasped

I quick turned the knob and surged in
Then slammed the door shut once again
Then I felt safe
A cold lonely waif
But … t’was the House on the Hill I was in.

Back into my mind fled the story
Of events of this house oh so gory
How persons had died
One was a bride
The facts of the tale all a sundry

The Moan’s words had built me a touchstone –
Rendered to mush was my backbone
The cause why I’d fled
That Filled me with dread:
“The Horrors of Hell you’ll be shown!”

My thought was: I’ll await here ‘til daylight
‘Tis then I’ll be rid of my fright
I’ll not shed tears
Because of some fears
Yes … come daylight I’ll be alright.

T’was then I examined the room
Dark and dank filled with gloom
The musk and mildew
Like that of bayou
Promised to consume and entomb

Windows with light from moon-glow
Adorned the room in trousseau
Seductive, and yet …
A conceivable threat
Of revealing things I'd not to know

Though the room was barrenly rife
With no visible clue there’d been life
My mind knew the truth
Evil uncouth
Caused Death to invade via jackknife

The House seemed to connive
My thoughts of it’s being alive
‘Cant’ let it be so
I’ve got to go
And get out – if I want to survive

Then, footsteps from the floor o’er my head
Their sound began to outspread
Then dragging sounds
Put out-of-bounds
Rationality – replaced then by dread

Calculations through Fear, go awry
And then should never apply
To rational thought
To do what it ought
With reasonable things to comply

Now words of The Moan seemed less woeful
The sounds from above were more evil
I turned to the door
To go out once more
The knob wouldn’t turn – I was baneful

With panic again my companion
My circumstance I sought to abandon
But … no where to run
My nerves were undone
Bravery had lost its’ persuasion

A staircase was off to my left
Footsteps thereon it were deft
No one could I see
To caused my melee
Of cohesive thought I’m bereft

The room became as black as a tomb
Reverting to Hell’s only womb
Footsteps came near
Vomiting Fear
As I stood there awaiting my doom

My mind told my voice to then scream
I prayed this was only a dream
No strength could I find
To un-wind my mind
And then my soul to redeem

Powerless was I to resist
By some evil was my Being kissed
And I felt the pain
Of going insane
Then all of my thoughts went to mist

With all my actions now controlled
Every word, every thought is cajoled
By Powers of Hell
You know very well
By Evil now I’m consoled

See … now I’M the voice of the Moan
And forever I’ll not leave you alone
To you I address
My solemn promise:
“The Horrors of Hell you’ll be shown”.
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Msg: 473
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The Dark Side
Posted: 4/23/2010 2:18:52 PM
Hell Coaster

Walk into the darkness
Sense my being
You know I’m there
Mutual foreseeing
Perceive the obvious
Surrender you will
You took a chance
Expected thrill
Last of the chosen
You came alone
Walking eagerly
Into the unknown
Now take a seat
And hang on tight
The wheels are turning
Bound for flight
Wicked turns
Downward falls
Into the caverns
Hear my calls
Your spirit floats
I hear your screams
I’m forever now
In your dreams
We are one
Intertwined souls
The ride of your life
With no controls
I am your maker
Your only life saver
You shouldn’t have signed
The releasing waiver
The very last line
You should have read
You now belong to me
Alive or dead…..
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Msg: 474
The Dark Side
Posted: 5/7/2010 11:39:29 AM
Why long for death?
Life has already left you!
Just scream from beyond!

"Sick HaIKU"

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Msg: 475
The Dark Side
Posted: 5/7/2010 11:43:32 AM
hahahaha and that's her darkside. Pyssing her off really
isn't a big issue with her. Just gotta do the eclipse thing.
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Msg: 476
The Dark Side
Posted: 5/7/2010 11:49:48 AM

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Msg: 477
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Deadly Way To Go©
Posted: 3/15/2011 7:13:22 PM
He rode up to the building
In a chauffeur driven car
A Rolls-Royce I think it was
He sported a cigar …

Wow … A big impression!
A rock-star could he be?
No, just a salesman -
For Nuclear energy.

An’ there within the boardroom
A ’fore his spiel began
He flexed his corporate muscles
‘T was avarice in his plan:

His presentation: awesome
His dress: impeccable
But the content of his words
Were not so laudable

Embraced were words of safety
Extolled was energy
But n’er did he speak “meltdown”
Nor “nuclear misery”

He hung his head in shame
When questions then began:
Earthquake?; Tsunami?;
Destruction in Japan?

Our citizens sent him packing
Japan and we both know:
Nuclear energy …
A deadly way to go.
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Posted: 11/6/2011 8:55:07 PM
Onward then does Time ascend the eons it does build
Within the endless void of space which never shall be filled

Deep within the eons past, a Potency there compels
Horrors be extended from Evils which are Hells’

And herein do I dwell within Hell’s castle keep
With keys I do open doors and let the evils creep

Avarice and malfeasance let loose to run amuck
Despair and sorrow are following, causing their havoc

Slimes that ooze and glisten with names that you know well
Cultivate and incubate the tribulations that are Hells’

I unleash the Hounds of Hell and silently do I watch
Devoutly do they search for souls they will debauch

Hounds of Hell caused someone to bid their soul adieu …
And now, my festered eyes wait here …as I am watching YOU!
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Msg: 479
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The Dark Side
Posted: 12/1/2011 8:20:36 PM
I hate this F’n Cancer
It hides itself within
Crawling through the flesh
A killer beneath the skin
Taking away your life
Before you know it’s gone
Existing only to destroy
Evil is its spawn
**** you Cancer
That’s all I can say
**** you cancer
I hate you in every way…………….

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Msg: 480
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The Dark Side
Posted: 1/4/2012 8:35:23 PM
Yes ... the malady of which you've written is the curse of mankind, and it's unrelenting, without mercy. It must be hammered and beaten with every weapon that can be found, until it can no longer raise its' ugly rancid head. Your words are true.
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The Dominated Province©
Posted: 2/5/2012 9:55:33 PM
Dank and damp the mildewed moss
Lines the rock-wall fence
And misery it does emboss
As Nightfall’s recompense

Travesties run everywhere
And so does sharp-quilled pain
Clicking sounds here and there
Heard ‘bove the rancid rain.

Down the path, near the fence
Clawed creatures start their dance
Announcing: We Commence …
For their prelude will enhance

The arrival of the Dark Prince
Whose soul of festered hate
Dominates this Province
Of Life here to dictate
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The Dominated Province©
Posted: 3/11/2013 10:25:58 PM

In the dark of night
An entity will lurk
Anticipating his victims
Displaying his work
Infested flesh
Hangs on bones
For its your soul
The demon owns
His secret intentions
He’s yet declared
But his simple touch
Leaves nothing spared
Devours your spirit
With a single breath
Inhaling your life
It’s certain death
So walk with warning
Through the sinister shade
For your one step closer
Of being decayed…..

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The Darkside
Posted: 1/29/2014 8:16:09 PM
Think it's about time to dust off another favorite thread!!!!

Half Moon

Darkened damp streets
Brushed lined with thicket
Footsteps off in the distance
The sudden silence of the cricket
The moister in my mouth dries
My throat clod and desiccated
Footsteps draw nearer to me
My heart rate is elevated
I feel myself increasing the pace
Subconsciously without thought
Under the light of the half moon
All of my emotions distraught
I’m running as fast as I can now
I have no breath to breathe
My mouth is open to scream
I am mute in the wooded seethe
A hand touches my shoulder
I can’t help but turn to see
Her screeching so deafening
Just the silhouette of a banshee
The trains wind whipping past my face
I stopped short and stepped back
For she halted my death
Right there on the track
In a blink of an eye
Her spirit was nonexistent
Yet I could still hear her wailing
Ever so faintly off in the distance.........

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