The Poison of Revenge
I saw the world fall to darkness
And a rage build within
My thoughts spat with a venom
They called for revenge
To trust none by their word
And watch all in every action
The world became divided
Between them and I
Words held no reason to hear
For they echoed false promise
The deceit I had felt
Strikes deep into my heart
Blinded by anger and fear
Lost in a tumult of the irrational
I turn against myself
The beliefs I held in place fall apart
Ah the poison of revenge
The bitter vile taste of it
Sours my blood and tongue
Beware the call of vengeance
And the dark world which it brings
For it is the elixir before demise
A poison to all life
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Poison! Poison!
Poison I breathe, poison I eat,
And poison poison I do drink,
Poison are my thoughts, poison are my acts,
Poison are my sleeps, poison are my dreams,
My blood is poison, poison is my flesh,
And poison poison are my bones.
Wherever I move
I envenom my fellow beings,
And enlarge my kingdom,
This is how my life goes on,
Living in the world: all poison poison.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Poison Heart
No one ever thought this one would survive
Helpless child, gonna walk a drum beat behind
Lock you in a dream, never let you go
Never let you laugh or smile, not you.
Well, I just want to walk right out of this world,
'Cause everybody has a poison heart
I just want to walk right out of this world,
'Cause everybody has a poison heart.
Making friends with a homeless torn up man
He just kind of smiles, it really shakes me up.
There's danger on every corner but I'm okay
Walking down the street trying to forget yesterday.
Well, I just want to walk right out of this world,
'Cause everybody has a poison heart.
I just want to walk right out of this world,
'Cause everybody has a poison heart,
a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart ... yeah!
You know that life really takes its toll
And a poet's gut reaction is to search his very soul
So much damn confusion before my eyes,
But nothing seems to phase me and this one still survives.
I just want to walk right out of this world,
'Cause everybody has a poison heart.
I just want to walk right out of this world,
'Cause everybody has a poison heart,
Well, I just want to walk right out of this world,
'Cause everybody has a poison heart.
a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart.
a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart.
song performed by by H.I.M.
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sonnet-A Plea To God
This world has darkness despite being day;
This world has chaos despite being clear;
This world has despair despite joy en way;
This world has hopelessness, deceit and fear.
0 God, Thou art my Light on earth always;
Let me not sin and lose my Heaven's way;
0 Lord, do fill my heart with endless grace,
And help me do, right things, good deeds, I pray.
0 God, Lead me, my wearied heart and frame;
The world today has sufferings innate;
0 take away this veil of sin and shame,
Of vices, anger, pride, revenge and hate.
0 God, I long to reach Thy dwelling place,
And live to see eternally Thy face.
poem by John Celes
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Buddha at the Bodhi tree (Sri Lanka)
Here, to the oldest living tree
Pilgrims have flown, sailed, crawled and bussed
To feel its shade to know its strength
The world’s not owned but held in trust
It never withers, fresh shoots grow
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Does not apply to such a tree
The world’s not owned but held in trust
Buddha, in this tree’s motherland
Had conquered self and fear and lust
Now every seed the message gives
The world’s not owned but held in trust
Treasures you covet, things possessed
Silver and gold all turn to rust
Others will claim your home, your land
The world’s not owned but held in trust
Your little self’s a puff of smoke
To every living thing be just
Power brings responsibilities
The world’s not owned but held in trust
The fluttering leaves eternal tell
Man’s not immortal, die we must
Live a full life but live it well
The world’s not owned, but held in trust
poem by Sheena Blackhall
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Poison Heart
No one ever thought this one would survive.
Helpless child, gonna walk a drum beat behind.
Lock you in a dream, never let you go.
Never let you laugh or smile, not you.
I just want to walk right out of this world,
cause everybody has a poison heart.
I just want to walk right out of this world,
cause everybody has a poison heart.
Making friends with a homeless torn up man,
He just kind of smiles, it really, shakes me up.
Theres danger on, every corner but Im okay.
Walking down the street trying to forget yesterday.
I just want to walk right out of this world,
cause everybody has a poison heart.
I just want to walk right out of this world,
cause everybody has a poison heart.
You know that life reallt takes its and a poets
Gut reaction is to search his very soul.
So much damn confusion before my eyes,
But nothing seems to phase me and this one still survives.
I just want to walk right out of this world,
cause everybody has a poison heart.
I just want to walk right out of this world,
cause everybody has a poison heart.
song performed by by Ramones
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The troops come on with bayonets fixed pushing the people to the mountain’s lip
In a dream I walk in the times gone by
On the western edge of a heartbreak shore
When sleep’s dark fears are howling ‘round
In the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
Near the edge of the cliff there’s an angry
crowd with hungry faces crowding around
’fear in their eyes when they hear the drum
In the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
The troops come on with bayonets fixed
Pushing the people to the mountain’s lip
A cry goes out as the first goes down
in the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
In my dream I walk in the times gone by
As close to the edge as my fears allow
in the air there's a prayer for pity and revenge
In the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
poem by Sean Joyce
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An Irish Mile
In my dream I walk in the times gone by
On the western edge of a heartbreak shore
Where sleep’s dark fears are howling ‘round
In the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
Near the edge of a cliff there’s an angry
crowd with hungry faces crowding around
’fear in their eyes when they hear the drum
In the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
The troops come on with bayonets fixed
Pushing the people to the mountain’s lip
A cry goes out as the first goes down
in the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
The troops move off in single file.
The Empire grows by an Irish mile.
A voice cries out from the rocks below in
the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
In my dream I walk in the times gone by
As close to the edge as my fears allow
in the air there's a prayer for pity and revenge
In the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
poem by Sean Joyce
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Iron Man
I am iron man!
Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he blind?
Can he walk at all
Or if he moves will he fall?
Is he alive or dead?
Has he thoughts within his head?
Well just pass him there
Why should we even care?
He was turned to steel
In the great magnetic field
When he traveled time
For the future of mankind
Nobody wants him,
They just turn their heads
Nobody helps him
So he waits his revenge
Now the time is here
For iron man to spread
Fear vengeance from the grave
Kills the people he once saved
Nobody wants him
They just turn their heads
Nobody helps him
Now he has his revenge
song performed by by NOFX
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The Threat
Somebody locked the door last night, while
Veracity and unreality had been
In that moment indistinguishable-
In the past as a young and innocent child,
Overwhelmed by
Spoken words nobody else could hear-
Sights nobody else could see- and
Insects crawling up and down my limbs-
Lost inside the world of my delusiveness
Nobody believed my plight and
Rain could fall upon my foundation as invisible to
The rest of the world-
There was no recourse to the fear- or the
Thoughts unbound and windswept by a tornado
As they could be-
There was no recourse to the fear-
Somebody locked the door last night-
When all hope had been pilfered I believed that
My soul had been set afire-
My wishes were none but pipe dreams where there was
No place to run, no place to hide from
Fear, suspicion and rage that
Damaged the very heart, mind and spirit of me-
A prisoner inside this space of life-
This is the box they put me in,
With no recourse to the pain-
Dreams they had for me-
High hopes for a life of fame and fortune-
Though only in their eyes-
I never grew to become a princess, but
None but a prisoner of war-
That is, the war that raged inside of me-
A battle lost and shattered dreams-
Rain, snow, sleet and hail are falling upon
My foundation, weakened and drowning in the midst of
The world of my thoughts in conglomeration
Of commanding voices, and feelings out of control,
Irrational in the eyes of others-
Incoherent even in the eyes of God-
God has forsaken me, my prayers in despair unanswered-
This is the box they put me in.
Unrelenting rage- I am counting every second-
Grasping for hope, reaching for a star to wish upon-
Chained to a wall and behind iron bars, though phantasmal-
The feeling of confinement and helplessness-
Painfully incomprehensible-
There is no recourse to the fear.
There is no recourse to the darkness and
I am blinded by a mask of never ending terror-
I have searched for an exit from this tenement of bleakness-though
The walls are insurmountable-
With no recourse to this battle I have fought every day of my life and
This is the box they put me in- which
Somebody has locked the door to and
Thrown away the key.
-
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Snake Bite
Snake bite
Venom strikes
Into your bloodstream it goes
To kill you slow
Oh so slow
Watch the venom as it flows
Your blood it pulses
Your body convulses
Onto the floor you'll be
Deader than dead
Venom as thick as lead
Anger in the snake's head
A poison quick
The killer kiss
Snake venom is the way to
Death's Slow Bliss
poem by Janelle Morehart
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Iron Man
Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he blind?
Can he walk at all,
Or if he moves will he fall?
Is he alive or dead?
Has he thoughts within his head?
Well just pass him there
Why should we even care?
He was turned to steel
In the great magnetic field
Where he traveled time
For the future of mankind
Nobody wants him
He just stares at the world
Planning his vengeance
That he will soon unfold
Now the time is here
For iron man to spread fear
Vengeance from the grave
Kills the people he once saved
Nobody wants him
They just turn their heads
Nobody helps him
Now he has his revenge
Heavy boots of lead
Fills his victims full of dread
Running as fast as they can
Iron man lives again!
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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You can't Win a Gutter War! (second draft)
(If one becomes Evil
in order to defeat it
Evil wins)
You Lose
once
you step down
plant
both feet
firmly
in the gutter
a poison tree 1
You Lose
yourself
saw limbs of connection
amputate passion
lobotomise meaning
Consume
a diet
of sour grapes
swallow
on Impulse
Salivate
relish
chew furiously
a
not-helping
side-dish
of BLT ala Merde
lose control
at fearsome scenes
anticipated
The Future:
Dressed to Kill
with
More of the Same
all dressed up with nowhere to
getaway
from
the self imprisoned
solitary confinement
of
ANGER
flaring to boil
instantly
from simmering
resolve
down
below
the fires burn
deep
Q. Why choose Anger over Fear?
(in 25 words or less)
A. 'Because it feels empowering and anger tastes better
than fear'
but ANGER is ADDICTIVE
a good servant
a BAD MASTER
'To revenge
is to drink a cup of poison
hoping it kills
your enemy' 2
Let the the Buyer Beware
Warning
Consumers of Anger
may be consumed
by that 'enemy within'
One may
'Shop til you Drop! '
LITERALLY
1 William Blake
2 in the public domain
With Darkness Looming
With darkness looming now, the question for us is, why and how?
The question's for God's Church, while weekly in a pew they perch,
Learning in God's Word each week, yet, at times we do not speak,
As right has now becomes wrong, we have become a quiet throng.
Why is the Church quiet friend, about the prophesied coming end?
Why are some folks blinded to, the darkness around me and you?
Why is there not more urgency, in light of darkness which we see?
Why are some not concerned at all, while we watch our nation fall?
How can Christ's Body be divided, as we are all to be likeminded?
How can some embrace the ways, of political figures in our days?
How can some pretend it's right, with their views as dark as night?
How can we not be concerned, with all The Bible we have learned?
It is for the times like this in life; we need to stand for Jesus Christ,
Sealed in God's Righteousness, we must live our life in soberness,
Being His Witnesses in the world, as we see the darkness unfurled,
Believers need to be of one mind, while we witness the end of time.
For we should not have any fear, of pointing out the darkness near,
A darkness that has blinded some, of the evil time, that have come,
Deceiving the Elect, if possible, as Satan works out his wicked will,
Preaching to us, wrong is right; we must in the dark be God's Light.
(Copyright ©05/2012)
Justice' Is What Shall End Our Strife
Hastily removed from my world was I indeed!
Little knowledge had I of your fall from truth,
When most needed of such- though it was deceit you did choose!
Wanton of belief, then truth is what you did need!
Have you gone through any of what you said?
Did you think about that as you wished me dead?
What of the girls and being for them an example! ?
Reason I have for revenge- yet love is still ample!
You have left yourself no choice at all,
How to recover your grace after the fall!
Call it an ultimatum, I would call it fate
From heightened paranoia, to again reality's state!
Without thought, you relegated the love of your life-
'Justice' is what shall end our strife!
Maurice Harris,16 April 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
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Bleed My Disease
You suck the life from my skull, creating my disease
Taking this life you did not own, is that what I need
No indication, moral implication, chained by hand and knee
More satisfaction through your elevation, now do you want to hear me breathe
Hear me breathe
Hear me breathe
Hear me please
Bleed my disease
Drink the poison and my world, slowly sinks into
A helpless state of mind, as Im giving in to you
This poison takes my life, and leaves me at her will
I sit with you in silence, remaining perfectly, perfectly still
Licking you hand of affliction, infecting me with your sin
Erecting your fist through my soul, awaiting for you to begin
Carnal fashion of our perversion, Im a dog who will beg and plea
Limitations of your orgasmic sensation, but youll turn it on to see me bleed
See me bleed
See me bleed
See me bleed
Bleed my disease
Drink the poison and my world, slowly sinks into
A helpless state of mind, as Im giving in to you
This poison takes my life, and leaves me at her will
I sit with you in silence, remaining perfectly still
Bleed
Bleed for me
Drink the poison and my world, slowly sinks into
A helpless state of mind, as Im giving in to you
This poison takes my life, and leaves me at her will
I sit with you in silence, remaining perfectly still
Drink the poison
Drink the poison and my world
Drink the poison
Slowly sinks in to
Drink the poison
Drink the poison and my world
Drink the poison
Slowly sinks in to
song performed by by Uranium 235
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Words Are Cheap
Words are cheap.
Can cheapen and demean.
Meaningless they flow
Flow as cheap wine
And as sour,
They have bitter taste,
Bitter as gall,
And as galling.
Spat out rat a tat tat
They fall from rancid mouths,
dropp on to barren soil.
Ah words they can slide slowly with care,
Red and fleshy from honeyed lips.
The serpent tongued temptress
Who drips poison in the ear.
Words shouted from the chorus
The strident clamour of the crowed.
The swelling cheer that vibrates the bone.
The chatter of those who fear silence
Who fill the passing hour with endless words.
Ah yes words are cheap
But at what price are they bought?
poem by Paul Brookes
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Where Hate Comes From
Rejection of a child
Blackens his world with hate.
He never grows up mild,
But with anger his heart pulsates.
He always sees the wrong
Or the ugliness of his life,
Confused as to where he belongs
He wallows in fear and strife.
Rejection keeps him hating,
Imprisons him in venom.
It devours his every thinking
And strikes everyone who will come.
There is no cure for this toxin-
It's a poison that creates the monster
It erupts from the hate within,
And destroys the Source thereafter.
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May 15,2008
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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From the Depth of Ethereal
Such heavenly beauty beyond my human reach,
but a lowly soul this world does 'seech.
Lost in a time of tragedy and flutter;
there is a pain-so utter.
The Epiphany came in an instant and blinded me,
from the fear and rage that I now see.
I lay there in torment as time now fall,
night is the victim to this nature's call.
A haunting of melody that will not dispel;
Souls in torment as their lore now tell.
A perfect light arises from the shadows realm below,
the hidden world so far away where thoughts unspoken go.
And from the depth of Ethereal, I could still hear her heart beating;
one after another, the dark clouds are fleeting.
The dreams are real and time stands still if only you believe,
all things that test reality; the visions fools and children see.
From the Depth of Ethereal came howls of former corporeal,
as a soft gentle breeze now makes my heart feel at ease.
The wails of the dead now brings forth shudders of dread;
but this one lowly soul, peace is all she said.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Choose Words With Care
choose words with care sow love or hate
future tales life choices to God to relate
hear sound of laughter hear golden choice
bitter words anger spat why give vile voice
rainbow sow love heartfelt words of peace
never rage razor slash words never release
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Death Blooms
the safe places seems to run out
people in the world starts to doubt
they wonder if they must hide or be free
escaping from the danger of reality
there was a prophecy called revealation
the master's plan towards extinction
does this world will become oblivion
by the cammanders of the zion
it is the creation of man
the weapons, the war and everything they can
that seems to be the reason of this world to wither
and also the reason for our life to taste bitter
vile thoughts and lifeless conspiracies
giving life to the body of eschatologies
death, murder, kill, death, murder.........
those things seems to rise faster