So You Think I'm Nuts?
I'm use to being looked at as nut, but not for my political beliefs.
Its strange to stand in a lake with no water.
An unnatural position of posture.
But it doesn't change my firm belief that the poor will suffer at both the hands of democrats and republicans.
I feel isolated, and that is how they want me to feel.
All alone, just shut up and die quietly.
But I can't and I won't.
This is important, more important then anything I've wrote about in my entire life.
Millions of peoples lives are at stake and they don't realise it or they don't care.
I don't know which is worse, ignorance or indifference.
The belief speak no evil, see no evil, hear no evil, then there is no evil.
A figment of my imagination I wish you were right.
I wish to believe in fairy tales.
But it doesn't sit right with my conscience.
I can't live a lie, with so much exposure of the truth these days.
Flaws are but a pigment of skin.
Opinions varying within.
A shadow watches me in loneliness, and asks me I haven't moved on.
I speak of my responsibilities that it can't comprehend.
In another life maybe I should have been a monk, because our virtues are very similar with the one exception I'm not thus I have to fight for my beliefs.
There is no harmony in what's going on around me.
All I see is this devious lust for chaos.
Like rain drops problems keep falling.
And nobody is even close to coming to the right solution.
We rather wage war, destroy the earth, become leader of the world, and get rich in the process.
I pray I live long enough to see this change.
I pray I don't see a civil war.
There is enough disagreements and civil unrest it could very well happen in my life time.
It is better that it is the road not taken.
Let me be dis-proved, make a valid argument, and just maybe all can be forgotten.
When the apple falls how long is it before it becomes rotten?
Lets makes a harvest, before this happens.
Let it be honest and true.
I know that is very hard to do.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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A Dark Path
When raindrops hit the grey floor,
we all mythyfied the truth for a purpose that really go,
but the beginning is a contradictory lie to the end.
in the contest, a girl looked me straight in the eyes,
everytime i go there she doesn't even blink,
speak no evil paper clipped her mouth
so she doesn't even smile!
i made time to giggle at her shadow,
but the shadow stood still,
'till inner voices vociferated within me!
'when embattled with evil you fought it by another evil'
i answered'that's because good wouldn't match'
so how can i not speak evil?
poem by Mpho Leteng
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Evil That Dwells Within
I see faces that walk past me, And a shadow that stands beside me, I see you and the evil sees me.
When I am alone the evil always calls to me, The evil whispers to me but only inside my head, The evil is always around me and influencing my hatred of others.
The evil so frighting that others would flee from it but I find A new view of life with it, When good should envelope me the evil burns it away from me. I have no room for your pathetic lies and excuses this evil inside me is all I need.
It never judges only befriends me, I hate it but I wish to love it, With the evil that dwells within I can do anything and not fear anything or anyone, Speak my mind with decision I have not found my religion. God was never there but the evil that fills me.
I am angry and always seem to be, Only A few are selected to see the good in me, Others will have to deal with the evil that stands beside me, People judged to many times and now my mind is full of hatred, Burning my feelings and spitting on me.
I have never been bullied but people do it visually by glaring at me, Not my popular friends but the ones who don't know me, I hate you and wish to see you feel the evil within me, But I will not release it because it would make A scene.
When my time is right and Satan depicts and calls back the evil within me, Than I will be free. I am to young to live this way but feel I need to be to teach me a lesson, By doing it carefully. My friends Don't know the way I view things because I hide it like I have hid everything, I am close to them but still the evil seems to follow me.
Some days are worse when the evil influences everyone around me and they seem to turn it all on me, they can't contain my evil like I can contain it, The evil is powerful but not more powerful than me, But the evil can change my mood faster than a bullet can kill an enemy.
My mood changes and all I see is Red and Blasphemy, Go into a dark fit that is inside me, Brings up my anger and hatred that I feel towards others. Can't stop the anger from rising but it is all I can do to strive and fight the feelings inside me.
I gain control and the evil will never take hold, It follows me and is the shadow beside me.
poem by Connor Whyte
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MY Dark World
In my world I see it different then the rest of you.
I see evil withches casting an evil spell making us work or we will be there for the rest of your lives.
Evil warlocks messing with young maidens hearts so they can have there plesure of seeing us cry our hearts out so they can have their laughs.
Monsters crawling around to tear you down from a good life to make it a horrible day for you and me. Making sure your never happy in life there always under your feet to watch your every second so when you get at least one bit of happiness they can come out of hiding and make it a horrible situation.
Sharks prowling the waters so they can eat and survive this cruel world.
The blinding sun almost always out burning your flesh with its heat rays and trying to kill you every second of the day but we use chemicals to fight back and some of us like me try stay out of the sun and stay in the darkness to hide from its evil doings.
Horror stories telling you when you grow up your life is going to be a fairytale. But the only fairy tale is the evil is now taking over the world having fun torturing, haunting, and destroying peoples lifes. There are no fairy tales in my world to me a fairy tale is a horror movie to you. Horror movies are my fairy tale at least they are the only ones that tell the truth in my world.
In my world nothing makes sence its a dark mysterious place. your goal is to try to make it out of this madness alive. Right now I am trying to figure out which one to avoid. The evil witches telling me how to live my life or the warlocks trying to mess with my heart.
poem by Samantha Rogers
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The Mask Of Light
the mask of light
under my face
my lips are sealed
see no evil
hear no evil
speak no evil
the touch of sand
under my fingers
covered by dust
my lips are sealed
see no evil
hear no evil
speak no evil
a grain of wisdom
under my skin
covered by years
see no evil
hear no evil
speak no evil
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Beliefs
I watch you gather round and pray
Its something I can feel
I hear you chant every other day
I think its not quite real
Covered up so close
So as not to see
Are you happy are you happy this way
Stop and look around the world
So many different ways to see ourselves
Is it right or wrong
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
A distance that is more than miles
Such a long long way
Its fine for men to be westernised
Will a woman ever see that day
Maybe maybe its not for me to understand
Do you think do you think
Do you think its better that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
Stop and look around the world
So many different ways to see ourselves
Is it right or wrong
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
song performed by by Texas
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Beliefs
I watch you gather round and pray
Its something I can feel
I hear you chant every other day
I think its not quite real
Covered up so close
So as not to see
Are you happy are you happy this way
Stop and look around the world
So many different ways to see ourselves
Is it right or wrong
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
A distance that is more than miles
Such a long long way
Its fine for men to be westernised
Will a woman ever see that day
Maybe maybe its not for me to understand
Do you think do you think
Do you think its better that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
Stop and look around the world
So many different ways to see ourselves
Is it right or wrong
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
song performed by by Texas
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Tightrope
My words are weapons, in which i murder you with
Please don't be scared; please do not turn your head
We are the future the 21st century dyslexic glue sniffing cyber sluts
With homicidal minds and hand guns
We are insane nothing will change
We are insane nothing will change
There is a thin line between what is good and what is evil
And i will tiptoe down that line but i will feel unstable
My life is a circus and i am tripping down that tightrope
Well there is nothing to save me now
So i will not look down
And a you, and a you, and a you, happen to you, and a you
And a you
There's no beginning there is no end
There is only change
Progression backwards is this were we are heading
Take back your soul forget your emptiness
There is a thin line between what is good and what is evil
And i will tiptoe down that line but i will feel unstable
My life is a circus and i am tripping down that tightrope
Well there is nothing to save me now
I'm falling to the ground
Falling to the ground, down to the ground yeah
I speak of madness, my heart and soul
I cry for people who aint got control
Lets take our sanity, lets take compassion
And be responsible for ever reaction
Hell no, no how no way no way no way no how no way no how
There is a thin line between what is good and what is evil
And i will tiptoe down that line but i will feel unstable
My life is a circus and i am tripping down that tightrope
Well there is nothing to save me now
So i will not look down
There is a thin line between what is good and what is evil
And i will tiptoe down that line but i will feel unstable
My life is a circus and i am tripping down that tightrope
Well there is nothing to save me now
I'm falling to the ground
Down to the ground, all the way down
song performed by by Papa Roach
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Lxxxvi
Man, why must thou do evil to evil?
Why must your fellow man fall by your hands?
Why in you evil you be so agile?
Why evil in your hands by sure commands?
Thou shall not kill, you have surely forgotten
Should a life for a life be your true creed?
In Americus, something is rotten
Rotten to the core, your murderous deed.
Night after night by the TV’s bright light
We are told daily that someone has died
We hear of those who only kill for sprite.
True, in heaven your soul shall be denied.
O man, where forth are thy truly petty
You stink of murder, your soul is sweaty.
poem by David E. Patton
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ME, In Your Eyes
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I am the one can't be trusted,
I am the one who needs to be busted,
I am the one who causes trouble,
I am the one who has face that is doubled,
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I always plan cunningly,
I always act deceivingly,
I always make you suffer,
I always deserve to face what's tougher,
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I am the one who always ashames you,
I am the one who lacks satisfying you,
I am the one who struggles to be who,
I am the one who is lost in thou,
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I never see good in you,
I never appreciate what you do,
I could never act as you want me to,
I am not as good as you want me to,
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I never bless,
I make you live this freaking mess,
This is the only thing to confess,
I am evil in your pretty eyes…
Victim to persecution
Then you talk a little more about your dreams,
How it involves your thought of rings,
a little more about your needs,
for i bit my tounge,
just for a feed,
for you drag me in the street,
ask me to forgive your mistakes,
put me in misery from your plea,
as i buckle from my knees,
It's slowly you drain my life,
It's slowly your evil consumes,
but what was it like?
It's slowly you drain my life,
It's slowly your evil consumes,
It's perjury on your arm,
that was put there by your soul,
your feeling sorry, for not achieving your goals,
tacking in your argument,
as you stated with your thought,
you bring me down,
and destroy my heart,
It's slowly you drain my life,
It's slowly your evil consumes,
but what was it like?
It's slowly you drain my life,
It's slowly your evil consumes,
Asking which way is out,
Asking which was not as hard,
Misdirected in your final mount,
as you shout,
cry your lungs out to stay afloat,
yet push me under,
strain to be felt,
pushing me down, holding my throat,
I started to feel the black,
and evil you call your safety boat,
It's slowly you drain my life,
It's slowly your evil consumes,
but what was it like?
It's slowly you drain my life,
It's slowly your evil consumes,
toss in the rope, pull it tight,
you might be something,
but what was it like?
examining it close,
you cross your path,
just get it right,
asking for the sight,
to see your destination,
falling victim,
to persecution,
put on a trial,
to discover if your human,
for your life,
failing to corruption,
of your mind,
sorry about how you felt,
but do you know yourself?
It's slowly you drain my life,
It's slowly your evil consumes,
but what was it like?
It's slowly you drain my life,
It's slowly your evil consumes! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Matthew Boisjolie
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Evil!
Once you were civil
Until desire brought upon evil
For the sake and love of wealth
You hit good people below the belt
Don't you know what I already know?
All substantial material will come and go!
Evil is the enemy and is envious
Evil is vengeful and vicious
Evil is ill, immoral and inauspicious
Evil is loathsome and lawlessly ludicrous
Once you were civil
Until desire brought upon evil
You conceal, steal and kill
To round up your shady deals
I do not wish to intrude
Neither do I wish to be rude
But did you know as you should
That evil will never conquer the good
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Do Gods Really Exist
It's said God's compassionate he's merciful as well,
Which begs the question why would he create Hell,
It's a terrible torture for Our Lord to create,
To make people suffer is a form of hate.
That's against his teachings or so we are taught,
Could a God really hurt now there is a thought,
Some suffer from illness from birth to old age,
Yet he doesn't help them why won't he engage.
Illnesses have been with us since time began,
Which ruins the debate they're the fault of man,
He lets people starve still they die of thirst,
This form of cruelty is truly the worst.
Genocide and wars leave us all crying,
Yet God looks from above as millions are dying,
Murderers and rapists, paedophiles too,
He allows them to live without any ado.
If his teachings are true why not intervene,
They would never be born to grow to be mean,
If he lets evil thrive then we must ask,
Why does he allow it we must take him to task.
If we're made to suffer it's really quite odd,
When we recover we give thanks to God,
If our illness kills us we'll claim it's Gods will,
He walks away blameless that's a bitter pill.
Why do we do this it's always the same,
God gets the credit but never the blame,
He created all life so it must be his fault,
Yet he still wants our praise he wants us to exalt.
Why the Hell should we our argument's strong,
The good still die young he must know that is wrong,
Death should be kept for the chosen few,
Strike them with illnesses for the evil they do.
God's universe is endless so why should we die,
For all righteous people death should not apply,
No compassionate person would allow us such pain,
Yet he allows it to happen again and again.
So many religions and cultures all have different Gods,
Yet we all suffer the same so what are the odds,
That God's are but a figment of our imagination,
A fictional characer a delusional creation.
If there is a God then please make us aware,
Give us a sign by showing us you care,
Which now begs the question therein lies the twist,
it's one we must ask,
‘' Do Gods Really Exist ''
Sonnet: God Protects His Good People
Though scourged be Righteous men all life on earth,
By evil minds and devils in sequence,
Good Samaritans, Angels too have birth,
To save the Upright from chains of non-sense.
The God of Goodness and Justice observes,
The chaos loosened all over the world;
And gives his loved ones strength and steel-like nerves,
And hearts that withstand all abuses hurled.
By miracles, the honest are preserved,
And triumphant is truth and justice still,
The evil get punishments, they deserved,
A change of heart, mind, soul comes on until.
Evil begets evil and wrath of God,
Who will not hesitate to use His Rod.
poem by John Celes
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My Evil Army
Caught between what i want. And what i don't want to let go. A tease. A taste so sweet. Where should we meet. How about half way. trying to make everything okay. Shes still chasing my heart. But it has been lost. While pandora's box was opened. Secrets kill. Playing the game with one thing in mind. I got souls to steal. Breaking into heaven with a lier, a cheat, a thief. An evil army, my evil army. A cult of fantasy. A sexing orgy. A slumber of misery. Pull away. Get in their face. Show them your ready to race. It mine, all mine. Selfish to the last drop. Theirs poison in the water and i wont drink from it. Try to make me, try to break me. You wont change me. Oh no, I'm needed to lead an army. Breaking into heaven with a lier, a cheat, a thief. An evil army, my evil army. Sick thoughts run my head. As the blood is shed. Pure hatred is like sunlight under a magnify glass on my skin. Oh how its burning. War was declared, as smoke filled the air. Oh i need oxygen just to breath. Something choking me that i cant see. The sun rises then falls. My plans dont change or wane. I must lead an army. Breaking into heaven with a lier, a cheat, thief. An evil army, my evil army. Oh it my all mine, my evil army. Baking as I'm waking. Hot on the outside, cold on the inside. Stop trying to feel, what ain't real. Its mask, just f*ck me over. Come on now's your chance. Lets dance toe to toe. Put on a show, and i will still go. Doesn't matter what was written in the snow. Lust turns to dust. the rust comes off. Sorry but i must lead army. Breaking into heaven with a lier, a cheat, a thief. An evil army. Its my evil army. We will destroy you.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Tight Rope
My words are weapons in which I murder you with please don't be scared please
do not turn your head we are the future the 21st. century dyslexic glue
sniffing cybersluts with homicidal minds and handguns we are insane nothing
will change we are insane nothing will change there is a thin line between
what is good and what is evil and I will tiptoe down that line but I will
feel unstable my life is a circus and I am tripping down the tightrope well
there is nothing to save me now so i will not look down and again and again
and again it happens again and again and again there's no beginning there is
no end there is only change progression backwards is this where we are
heading take back your soul forget your emptiness there is a thin line
between what is good and what is evil and I will tiptoe down that line but I
will feel unstable my life is a circus and I am tripping down the tightrope
well there is nothing to save me now I'm falling to the ground falling to the
ground down to the ground i speak of madness my heart and soul I cry for
people who aint got control lets take our sanity lets take compassion and be
responsible for every action hell no know how the way the way the way know
how the way know how there is a thin line between what is good and what is
evil and I will tiptoe down that line but I will feel unstable my life is a
circus and I am tripping down the tightrope well there is nothing to save me
now so I will not look down there is a thin line between what is good and
what is evil and I will tiptoe down that line but I will feel unstable my
life is a circus and I am tripping down the tightrope well there is nothing
to save me now I'm falling to the ground down to the ground all the way down.
song performed by by Papa Roach from Infest
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Everyone Thinks I'm Crazy
Everyone thinks that I am crazy,
they look into my eyes and they,
wonder what lays behind of them,
maybe a man with a darkened soul,
or a man with a deep dark secret,
that he keeps bottled up inside,
of him like a stick of dynamite,
just waiting to go off and blow up,
his soul,
and expresses his true feelings,
towards this dark and evil hurt world,
that has always turned its back on him,
and his friends,
he feels so alone like the little,
boy inside of him that is afraid of,
the new world that he has been born into,
Everyone thinks that I am crazy,
take a look into my eyes and tell me,
what do you see? A lost boy that has no life,
a man who feels so alone that he just wants to,
end he just wants to end his, he doesn’t want
to live in this evil world anymore,
evil ideas and evil thoughts,
they run wild through his head,
and that no one ever cares about him,
just another pointless soul walking the,
earth and the realms of his insanity,
that fills his head with evil ideas and evil thoughts,
they look down at him with him dressed in his black,
outfit and his long black that makes him look so gothic,
and satanic you can look into his eyes and see nothing,
but pure hatred for what he has become,
everyone thinks that I am crazy,
maybe their right, maybe I am just
evil in its purist form like a line of cocaine,
going up society's nose,
and I am going to plaque the world for all of time,
just walking around and being pure evil.
poem by Robert Rumery
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The ultimate sin...
Or soul is black when it doesn't sing true,
How many lies must be told before they become true?
Your soul only exists because god gave you one,
And he shall take it and mould it, tell you where you belong...
And if you wish to live a better and worthwhile life,
Then pray to god to take away all of your strife.
A life without god is deemed to be hell,
Looking at the world today, how can we tell?
Let me be, let me breathe, let me live, let me die,
Reveal who I am and please tell me why.
Am I only here because god gave me life?
Yet his cosmic plan seems filled with strife...
We are all the masters of our own true goal,
So we are all the god that rules our soul.
Some choose to be prick's in a troublesome way,
For good and evil live with us each day...
If god really is the one who own's my soul,
Then what the hell is his ultimate goal?
For living my life with all of my kin,
Just seems to be my one true sin...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
God has become the most popular scapegoat for man... Lets stop blaming the magic man that lives in the sky and realise... We're the one's that fucked it up... And we're the ones who can fix it...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Cults
I will not suffer cults or doctrine,
thats designed to let evil spirits in
to this world, our families,
to manipulate us as they please,
because they're evil,
and so unkind,
they want to get into your mind,
as they're paranoid of being caught,
for doing things they shouldn't ought,
to do to people, young and old,
to leave us empty, feeling cold,
so they can steal your life your gold,
pirate assholes, they will see,
that they will not get the better of me,
and I'll destroy all those that try,
because they've opened my little eye,
to all their evils, their devious ways,
so I will spend the rest of my days,
getting rid of such evil creatures,
pirates, clergy, and false teachers.
and the clans that cause such evil ways,
from NASA and many other planes,
will be removed, sent on their way,
and stop them having their evil ways,
with me and you, and all you love,
and protect your children from such cults,
with evil books and evil bibles,
the like of which promote heathenism,
and ever feuding tribalism
to gain them blood and babies too,
to carry out rites that are not due,
to good and kind people,
to the righteous minds,
so lets get rid of them,
dispell them, and their kind.
poem by Paul G Fisher
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Blinkers
Edmund Burke wrote “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing”.I wrote this in response to some comments on my poem 'African Pirates'
Though we turn the other cheek,
Let it never make us weak,
For the blinkers that we wear,
Are the testimonies we bear.
See man’s inhumanity to man,
Then expose them while you can.
Are you righteous or a sinner?
Let not evil be the winner.
Most today have tunnel vision,
‘Involve me not’, their firm decision,
‘It’s not my fault, I do not care’
‘I’m not thieving silverware’
Please do not let evil prevail,
From your eyes now take the veil,
Stand your ground and boldly fight,
Fight against evil… with all your might.
poem by Alf Hutchison
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Two Old Friends
Preacher went up to the Golden Gate,
And met God there,
With the glow of love in his flowing hair.
I'm dreamin' of a time when love and music,
Is everywhere.
Can you see that time comin'?
No my son that time has gone,
There's things to do.
The world has changed since I first met you.
Back when The Band played Rock of Ages,
In their prime,
And the old juke joint was rockin'...
Oh Lord there's so much hate,
In a world where we're from another place.
Show me how to be like you.
See no evil, hear no evil,
Feel no evil in my heart.
In my heart, in my aching heart.
In my heart, in my heart,
In my old black heart.
In my heart, in my heart,
In my beating heart.
Sky had turned a lotta shades of gray,
As they walked on,
And a gentle rain fell down on them.
They found faith in the way things are and,
The way things change,
And they said goodbye like two old friends.
Take me up to the mountains high,
Or a building top where the spirits fly.
Show me how to be like you.
See no evil, feel no evil,
Fear no evil in my heart.
In my heart, in my aching heart.
In my heart, in my heart,
In my old black heart.
In my heart, in my heart,
In my beating heart.
Oh Lord there's so much hate,
In a world where we're from another place.
Show me how to live like you.
See no evil, hear no evil,
Feel no evil in my heart.
In my heart, in my aching heart.
In my heart, in my heart,
In my old black heart.
In my heart, in my heart,
In my beating heart.
song performed by by Neil Young
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