The Duel
Within my arena
we face one another.
He but a mere mortal
no match for my might.
How dare he
offer up challenge?
I am the totality
of chaos and destruction.
I consume all
that mount resistance.
My intensity
is beyond comprehension.
I create pain and devastation.
My roar of glee
mutes all sound but wails
of heartbreak and frustration.
I am FIRE!
Bold knight of Lucifer.
Tinder dry lands
only whet my gluttonous appetite.
Naught but total consumption
will satisfy my hunger
WHAT? !
This insignificant man
stands in my path?
Determined to defeat me?
The pure gall of him
and his paltry comrads.
Their inadequate antics
are insult to my ego.
Their meager attempts
to deprive me
from what I claim
shall suffer my wrath.
NO! NO!
They attack with lances of water
to drown me.
I cannot drive them back!
My sword of fire
has been dulled n' broken.
In my face
they toss dirt.
My sight is dimming.
Still I see his silhouette.
I feel death approaching.
This mortal has triumphed.
I am no more.
poem by Kurt Hearth
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Related quotes
No matter is immune to fire.
A woman is tinder, never immune to fire.
When? It depends on the intensity of the flame,
the distance and the dryness of the matter.
For the fire to last must there be adequate
Density in the tinder, safe from water.
No organ is beyond oxidization.
23.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Face Up Face Down
Welcome all my honored guests
To the utimate duel of the best of the best
At my invitation you come to compete
For the honor of suffering the final defeat
Isn't it grand what I've managed to do
By kidnapping those closest to you
I've taken their souls to lay on the line
In a winner take all duel for all time
Let's play the game
I'm sure you all know how
But watch yourselves my foolish friends
You're all in my world now
Face up, Face down. Attack or Defend
Face up, Face down. This battle's to the end
Face up, Face down. Stay on guard
Face up, Face down. Play your strongest card
My arena waits us all
I built it myself, it is just down the hall
I wish this day hadn't come so fast
You see I truly wanted your pain to last
Face up, Face down. Attack or Defend
Face up, Face down. This battle's to the end
Face up, Face down. Stay on guard
Face up, Face down. Play your strongest card
All your cunning strategies, all the tricks you try
Look like merely child's play to my Millennium Eye
Ha, ha, ha, ha! Your turn Yugi-boy
What's wrong now you look so sad?
Losing your soul doesn't feel that bad
Those you love have told me so
And soon my friends, you too will know
Let's play the game
I'm sure you all know how
But watch yourselves my foolish friends
You're all in my world now
Face up, Face down. Attack or Defend
Face up, Face down. This battle's to the end
Face up, Face down. Stay on guard
Face up, Face down. Play your strongest card
Face up, Face down. Attack or Defend
Face up, Face down. This battle's to the end
Face up, Face down. Stay on guard
Face up, Face down. Play your strongest card
song performed by by Yu-Gi-Oh
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Ebb and Flow
When first Thou on me, Lord, wroughtest Thy sweet print,
My heart was made Thy tinder-box,
My 'ffections were Thy tinder in't,
Where fell Thy sparks by drops.
Those holy sparks of heavenly fire that came
Did ever catch and often out would flame.
But now my heart is made Thy censer trim,
Full of Thy golden altar's fire,
To offer up sweet incense in
Unto Thyself entire:
I find my tinder scarce Thy sparks can feel
That drop from out Thy holy flint and steel.
Hence doubts out bud for fear Thy fire in me
'S a mocking ignis fatuus,
Or lest Thine altar's fire out be,
It's hid in ashes thus.
Yet when the bellows of Thy spirit blow
Away mine ashes, then Thy fire doth glow.
poem by Edward Taylor
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Drops Of Fire
As she sits in so much pain
My one true love is hurt again
Unable to help her in anyway
As drops of fire burn her precious face
As my one true love hurts ever so much
I die inside as all I can do is watch
All I can do is know in loving pain
That drops of fire burn her beautiful face
How horrible it is to know her pain
Having to watch her suffer as I sit here in shame
Ss my poor true love endures this again
These drops of fire burned her adorable face
Knowing that my true love is in so much pain
I am ever so greatly tempted to jump up and run to her aid
But I know I cannot do that for my legs are lame
But my heart and mind are with her forever made
Even though the drops of fire burn her irresistible face
When I see my true love in just a few hours
I will do my best to dry these showers
And take away all of her burning pain
As these horrid drops of fire burn her magnificent face
I know not what to do, what to say
As my love is in that state of pain
Yet I know I will use all my power, all my face
All my love and all my space
To make my true love happy again
As those dreaded drops fire burned her perfect face
poem by Alex Fischer
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The Boy with Fire in His Eyes
The boy with fire in his eyes
Stands there waiting.
It is his soul inside;
It keeps him standing.
And if ever the fire goes out,
He will freeze in the cold.
It is his heat
And all that keeps him living.
Or if it never is put to use,
It will consume him;
He will burn to the ground
His ashes left behind.
But if the fire blazes,
If kindled, kept and carried,
If the boy with fire in his eyes
Finds life inside that fire,
His fire will light the world,
Will pierce the mist,
A fire to drive the dark away
Forever and ever more.
poem by Daniel Nairn
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Eyes of Death
I looked into your eyes
Your Eyes of Death
I killed for those eyes to look into mine
Into my eyes of pain and guilt
I dared to walk into your path
I dared to take your hand into mine
And I dared to tell you my darkest secret
I stared into your Eyes of Death
And I lost my soul to them
When I looked into your Eyes of Death.
To this day, I am still dead
To this day, I can no longer live in the mortal world
To this day, we shall not die of fire, water, or love,
But of our Eyes of Death that rein our souls
I stare into your Eyes of Death and I cringe at the sight
I look into your Eyes of Death and I am no longer alive
I looked into your Eyes of Death
And I died again, before I could run from them
For I cannot stand to be around you to this very day again
I looked into your eyes
Your Eyes…of Death
poem by Jade DragonHeart
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A Bold Knight
He rode is gallant steed
the sun reflecting off his breastplate.
He rode into the dragon’s den
to rid his precious homeland
of the monster that stalked it there.
This bold knight whose armour
glinted in the sun
rode high upon his steed
and would soon be
a hero to everyone.
Many had died at the breath
of this monstrous beast,
now one man
with the courage of a lion
would soon end the rein of terror.
Dismounting from his steed,
sword and shield in hand
approached the monster’s lair.
A sheet of flame emerged from within the cave,
and then came the bellowing roar.
The dragon emerged
and studied the silver figure
that stood before him.
He blew a gust of flame.
The knight raised his shield reflecting the fire.
The knight advanced
towards the beast
that towered over him.
Before the dragon
could blow more fire.
The knight rushed forward
and thrust his sword deep
within the dragon’s belly.
The dragon reared up
its wings flapped in a gallant gesture
before it fell silent to the ground
The beast that had terrorised
his beloved lands now lay slain
by this mighty knight’s hand.
No more would it scorch
his beloved land.
24 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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Commence
Empty nuts they must avow
ravening for blood, real crow
real real sharp and sharper claw
caused my bleed, blood to bestow
But the moon never set-up in the sky
by naught bringing me back my wrath
investigating every alibi
and things I acquired and naught
grasping me more with every word
thy hath and throw as sword
soundless I so dumb, Indeed
Wrath still I, Never hath freed
Burgeon run fire within
in no time I'll be sinned
To put off fire, strengthen desire
to end up mine suffering.
poem by Ellirie Aviles
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It Is A Daily Routine
waking up
washing a face
and putting on our names
we walk straight
we see other people's eyes
we want to be
just ourselves
in the most honest way
we can
yet we are blocked
by this routine
and she tells you
do you want to tell the truth
and suffer the consequences?
dare or die,
be insignificant
make a difference
and dissolve
like the rest who like fireflies carried
the fire on their backs
one night
they burned the flowers and spread a fire on the trees
the following day
some worms got overfed and slept and then laughed
the hardest
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blood & Fire
I have spent nights with matches and knives
Leaning over ledges only two flights up
Cutting my heart, burning my soul
Nothing left to hold
Nothing left but blood and fire
You have spent nights thinking of me
Missing my arms but you needed to leave
Leaving my cuts, leaving my burns
Hoping Id learn
But blood and fire
Are too much for these restless arms to hold
And my nights of desire theyre calling me
Back to your fold
And I am calling you, calling you
From 10,000 miles away
Wont you whet my fire with your love
Babe
I am looking for someone who can take as much as I give
And give back as much as I need
You know and they still have the will to live ah no
Cause I am intense, I am in need
I am in pain, I am in love
And I feel forsaken you know
Like the things I gave away
And blood and fire
Are too much for these restless arms to hold
And my nights of desire theyre calling me
Back to your fold
And I am calling you, calling you
From 10,000 miles away
Wont you whet my fire with your love
Babe, babe, babe
I am intense, I am in need, I am in pain, I am in love
You know I am intense, I am in need, I am in pain, I am in love
I am intense, I am in need, I am in pain, I am in love
And blood and fire
Are too much for these restless arms to hold
And my nights of desire theyre calling me
Back to your fold
And I am calling you, calling you
From 10,000 miles away
Wont you whet my fire with your love
Babe
Wont you whet my fire with your love
Babe now
Whet my fire with your love
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Thunder Sword
Man did not fear man
But the hero fear death of hero
By the dangerous thunder sword
Thro his shine sword and bright eyes
That bends all head of tree with arm
Oh, thou spirit of thunder,
No sword no spear in his palm
But his hand sharp more than sword
And it killed more than fire
No man can face and defeat
Thro his molest fire of his mouth
The lightning echo on sky bewilder heart
And thunderbolts annoyed with mirror of man
Which no man can harm on earth.
.
poem by Olugbenga Ayoola.O
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Feed On Me
They are dying on the dance floor
They are lying in debris
They are fading with exhaustion
From the mortal injuries
They are hungry and need feeding
They've resigned themselves to fate
They are desperate men
Death's written on their face
When your will to live
Is all but gone
And you're left alone
But you need someone - feed on me
Feed on me
They're outgunned and they're outnumbered
But they'll never turn to run
And the 'in name of freedom's'
Written with their blood
Some would call them mercenary
But they always knew the pain
Inevitably far outweighs the gain
Feed on me
Feed on me if you need to breath
Feed on me
When your hunger strikes you down again
And you feel your inner strength has drained - Feed on me
Feed on me
Feed on me - I got what you need
Feed on me
Feed on me - don't accept defeat
They aredying on the dance floor
They are lying in debris
They are fading with exhaustion
From the mortal injuries
Some would call them mercenary
But they always knew the pain
Enevitably far outweighs the gain
When your will to live has almost gone
And you're left alone and you need someone
Feed on me
Feed on me
Feed on me
Feed on me - I got what you need
Feed on me
Feed on me - don't accept defeat
song performed by by Judas Priest
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My Kind of Pain
I heard that pain has 3 categories
1st is insignificant and mild
2nd is managable and bearable
3rd is decapitating and wild
I don't think my pain exists
Alas I do not feel either three
My pain is different from them
Something only felt by me
My pain is harsh and numbing
It's cold as ice and hot as fire
It's pericing as a dagger and knife
It diminishes all you may desire
My pain doesn't originate from my body
My pain doesn't originate from my brain
My pain is deep within my soul
And my soul's essence it will drain
My pain will perice ur shield
My pain will claim ur short life
My pain will cause you great agony
My pain will involve immeasurable strife
It is strong in its consumption
It pulls u away from light & hope
It seeks to destroy what u hold dear
And drags u in an downward slope
Its intensity is so tangible
You can see it take a form
Of ur dark & deepest fears
It will be able to transform
It haunts ur days & nights
It spreads terror down ur spine
It hurts & taunts in evey way
Its anything but benigin
I heard there were 3 categories
But now im adding 4
My kind of pain exists
It's something u can't ignore
poem by Monlano Amir
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Loss Of Trust
It is shame on humanity
Bad reflection and insult to divinity
As we claim highly privileged persons
But go down in history with various reasons
No, no it is not your fault
It has come blue from the bolt
We have shared no reality
For fear of speaking a bad quality
Why at all people should suffer?
Why have we to go and silently offer?
A mere loaf of bread
Before they are proclaimed dead
Majority has some right to claim
But not allowed to force the shame
No one should die of hunger
This infuriated me with the kind of anger
We are exposed to human weakness
Yet we hide it and present the different face
As if everything thing going on normal
Till the disaster knocks its arrival
The earth can't be deprived of many races
Blacks, whites can't have clear tail or traces
They have come into being and that is the only truth
We need to go out and express the will at the booth
Never feel hurt as we are to be blamed
Remove the people who are or ill famed
What good they can deliver to us!
When they have completely lost the trust
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Im-Mortal
Dead and rotting like man
Immortal I am
An Eagles eye as far as i can see
destroyed by the masses
immortal to be
A sea of pain flushes over me
a nervous breakdown in me
The knowing of what to say
and the sun's rays
play two roles in my amends
Above a sea of fire and chaos
pain the only sound
my halo falls
falls to the ground
Dead and rotting like man
Immortal I am
The eagles eye can see farther than me
destroyed by masses
Immortal to be
And fire will rain and fill the sea
fire will rain...
reign over me
My skin feels like a suit
rip out my tongue
Making me mute
This fire is my master
making me see like a boy
a crippling disaster
No drug can numb this pain
no faith can break this grasp
but immortal i am.
dead and rotting like man
Immortal I am
Blinded at last
overpowered by fire
i cant...
The truth is, i am-Mortal
poem by Marley Magic
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Fire Ferocious
Fire! Fire! Ferocious fire!
You restless wall of flame.
Fire! Fire! Roaring higher!
Your fury to never tame.
You show no mercy – no regard:
A writhing army uncontrolled.
At least you don’t discriminate,
Selecting to exterminate:
All dealt with equal pain untold.
Fire! Fire! Ferocious fire!
You restless wall of flame.
Fire! Fire! Roaring higher!
Your fury to never tame.
In time of drought you run amok –
An open chimney of the land.
Prefer to scorch than suffocate:
In blinding zeal, incinerate
To blackened vista now unmanned.
Fire! Fire! Ferocious fire!
You restless wall of flame.
Fire! Fire! Roaring higher!
Your fury to never tame.
Destruction be your only goal
For you to vent your jealous wrath
On gentle life with caring soul
And human victims to console:
As you are none, but psychopath.
Fire! Fire! Ferocious fire!
You restless wall of flame.
Fire! Fire! Roaring higher!
Your fury to never tame.
So there it is – you are but flame:
Reacting gases to adorn –
With orange flicks of flailing arms,
You’re flaunting your demonic charms!
Now leave us for bereaved to mourn.
Fire! Fire! Ferocious fire!
You restless wall of flame.
Fire! Fire! Roaring higher!
Your fury to never tame.
So many lives to claim.
Copyright © Mark Raymond Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Curse and Wrath
it's hard to live a life with a freaking place...
where demons dwell..
hurts you physically and emotionally..
Sometimes I'd love to see this person die in vain...
Burn in hell.
crushed to powder...
grind there flesh...
plunged a knife on his face and twist until blood flows down...
Squeeze his eyes to drought..
spill every single dropp of his sinful blood.
He shall never live more..
he shall never see another light upon my superiority's arrival...
The execution of my revenge is a million and infinity of mine disgust and suffer...
Compare a filth's life to mine who have them?
how ignorant..
how foolish...
As tears flood my face...
of pain, wrath, humiliation and disgust...
Each dropp contains curses..
curses of his death...
of his tragic death..
the existence of this wrath..
intensified by every approach of days..
I hold and tolerate the pain...
I can hold merely the humiliation but
the verbs, the insult, all the pain it made to me..
It's killing me..
It had actually deleted my humanity..
My rights! My ego! My mind! my thoughts! myself he violated...
My anger shall never subside..
This curse shall prompt him in anyways, in any time, any moment, any situation..
He shall die in vain...
He shall die in much pain..
He should feel an eternity of my revenge..
a million of millenniums under hell's fire...
and another under the Ice and the mist.
Death shall visit him often but death shall not conquer him before his sufferance...
His soul be imprisoned in a chamber of eternal fire of regrets and loneliness..
His death shall be brought by insanity and depression..
He shall die a thousand times..
His bones crushed into several pieces..
His blood shall condense and fall as rain..
His veins shall explode and his heart be frozen..
His brains be eaten by worms..
He shall be disintegrated effectively
he shall be gone...
poem by Ellirie Aviles
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Immortal Night Walker
In the darkest of nights in the shadows unknown
Mortal blood quenches my thirst of hunger’s desire
I stalk the weak for they possess what I crave
Therefore I prey without mercy abiding
Drool drips black red down my lips of luring
Like lava running down the lei of destruction
My eyes leer lore prowling victims un-expecting
Venom of death door’s poison runs through my veins
But I am not the predator but a victim within my own darkest of dreams
Falling endlessly in the eternal abyss of Hades’ oubliette
Because although I seek the blood of mere mortal man
I must bear the burden of eternal subsistence living as the angel of darkness
For I will never rest in peace until reaper pays his visit
Till then I journey the centuries shunned alone in emotional desolation
Coz my soul is numb from the years of pain’s endurance
Forever losing the soul of my conscience
Empty tears of blood trickle down my face
Yearning for the heart which reaps black with aura’s hate
How I wish I were mortal
How I wish I were human for just one day
Only then would I feel
Only then would I see
The pain and torture
The sadness and despair
Not always do I choose to take a life with each repast
Sometimes I permit their pitiful existence
Some mortify themselves huddled in the corner
Desperately wanting to wake from the nightmares of reality
From the face of one who can never see light
Forever haunting and torturing their mental sights
Ludicrous feelings that I can never feel
Emotions that exist merely within the darkest corners of my mind
I wish I could see what they see
I wish that I could feel what they feel
The pain and torture
The sadness and despair
Other times I make them suffer
Exerting them to become just as I am
Forcing them to endure the life I walk
The path I’ve been forced to saunter all my life
Self-sentiments long dead from the histories of eras past
Meandering under the hour glass like a malignant shadow
Forever walking amongst mere mortals
Overt to notions that our races can never entwine
Because one can never fathom the life of a Nightwalker
As it would compel their thoughts to oblivious madness
Feelings untouched never to surface
Feeding, raping, hiding from the day
Only then they can see what I see
Only then they can feel what I feel
The pain and torture
The sadness and despair
This is what I am
From the moment my body died
Resurrected as something impeccable
Alone I must walk upon this sphere of verve
Because as Time gets older
I must remain forever the same
Because this is what I feel
Because this is what I see
The pain and torture
The sadness and despair
Hail Mary full of grace
Christ the Saviour is with thee
As He is with those who are birthed from womb
To grow to man and die emaciated
I am damned to the gates of Hell
Because I am to live to murder to feed
As of the second I died to Immortality
I am as I am now and always will be forever
Forever I will feel
Forever I will see
The pain and torture
The misery and despair
poem by Taralee Wozneak
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Do You Fear?
Do you fear you have faked your emotion in an elaborate illusion of truth?
Do you believe that man is lucky in his limitations? As an eternity upon
This plain would shower upon any man the suffering of the years,
The death of all he would see and never join back within the circle,
He would never know the third realm, for before birth is the past of
Our souls, the mortal realm is a present whole, just as death is the
Undeniable future for us all. So do you believe that man is lucky?
For if a god is immortal but forgotten unto the achieves of mans history
Does it mean that they suffer an eternity in silence when no mortal
Shall offer libations for them until some ancient relic is found beneath
The surface of some red dirt desert sand? Are we alone the hands that feed
The gods as they walk throughout the realm of man jealous of his ability
To die and be one with all? Are we not they who would fall upon our knees
To know all there is to know? Restore the volume of your hearts first sigh.
poem by David Lacey
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Fire Of Love
Fire of Love that burns and destroys,
Fire, fire that causes sufferings,
Infernal fire that curses,
Kills and causes death.
Broken-hearted, isolated and sad;
Mad, nerve-racking and humiliated.
Infernal fire that curses,
Fire of love that burns and destroys.
The torrential winds and waves
Have invaded and inundated the heaven.
Fire, fire that causes sufferings,
Kills and causes death.
Broken-hearted, isolated and sad.
Let me drown in the absinth.
Incarcerate me in the labyrinth
Mad, nerve-racking and humiliated.
Fire, fire that coagulates and bakes.
Fire of love that burns and destroys.
Stop right there! I no longer wish to suffer;
It is too early to die.
Sing thousand roosters! Ring thousand bells!
Fire of love, fire, fireworks
For the singing and humming youngsters
And the drugged and intoxicated militiamen.
Fire of love that burns and destroys.
Often, it is sad to love too much.
Often, it is nice to dream.
Fire of love that sparkles and shines.
Fire of love that keeps hope alive.
Fire that lights up the road to Liberty.
Fire, fire that sparkles and brightens
The whole universe: the earth and the ocean.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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