Murder's Cloak of Mockery
With dysfunctional affairs of the insecure, they market elusive control.
Few see behind Murder's cloak and ridicule disrespect to maim the soul.
Thinking they're above the law, jesting for ill, their mockery to kill.
Shallow pits of 'unfaithful liars' are promoted with style and thrill.
Ablaze with insults- they ardently tear the soul, limiting Love's intake.
This insane humour insults parody for mockery's venom and Evil's sake.
Devoted to taunting they goad victims to murder, as they're reprieved.
Their constant drip-of-teasing is testing the game of control far eased.
Full of disdain, they boast blasphemy, as if they're better than the rest.
Noted fools 'think themselves wiser than 7-scribes' of Wisdom's zest.
'Abuse of power' sadly reflects a loveless society-, for All Christ bled.
Who can stand against belittling, especially at vulnerable times, to dread?
Hussein made mockery of weaponry inspections, defames, justify his plea.
Isn't beauty of sex, legal mystique, marred with contemptuous mockery?
The gifted 'played-down, ' exposed to mockery, for artificial things given.
Comparisons aren't of truth nor is it masterful for love within living.
Heaven lifts the Faithful to survive-, escaping the wicked buffoonery.
Surrender ALL for the Master's plan, when surrounded by evil scenery.
Adhere to sample of the wise, in multiples of counsel there's safety.
A wise idiom is: there's safety in numbers, for excellence of suavity.
Avoid disdain with relationships wronged, bury the hatchet, live on-.
Futile regrets saps future-Love; best to live singing a grateful song.
Trifle not with offences; pursue Peace and escape sudden catastrophe.
Life's business is to enjoy; you must know that all else is mockery.
Odd that murder is born-of-love, which attains its intensity in murder.
Then again, who can attain peace of understanding without God's order?
Few are wise to run from evil, even of kin, rather they turn to hate.
Mockery is rust corroding all, best to run from wicked jester's fate.
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Slit and
Slither knife
Penetrate in phallic push
To perforate the pulse of tissues in the flesh
Slice a vein to drain the unsuspecting victim
E’er they bleed and plea
Their scream
Of death
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Mockery To Waste Money
Mockery to waste money
And enjoy life
Waste time and energy
Direct not what to write
And what not to write
How to dance
And how not to dance
Deprived not dues
Bare necessities
And not be a
Subject of mockery.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Unlabelled phobia II
Vibrating my ear drums
Are stimulus of comfort
In my brain, interpreted as mockery.
My interpretation: Comforting-mockery.
Irony so ironical to real cognition.
Emblazoned on my soma the logo of insecurity.
Fear of what, infact?
Since intact my somatic intellect.
poem by Kctony Xtopher Nkwocha
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Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder” (The Billion-Dollar Question)
We must all stay aware…..,
Of the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder….,
It’s been increasing for years….,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !
Can’t dare turn our backs….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
It’ll sneak up and kill us…,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !
It’s hard to believe and conceive….
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
That’s why so many are blind….,
To the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder …! ! !
We’ve seen the bloody attacks…..,
Of the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
So we must face the facts….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !
Yes they’re after us all…,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
Their radical religion condones it….,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !
Can we control it or stop it….,
So it won’t go any further….? ? ?
That’s the billion-dollar question….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder …! ! !
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXIV
THE MOCKERY OF LIFE
God! What a mockery is this life of ours!
Cast forth in blood and pain from our mother's womb,
Most like an excrement, and weeping showers
Of senseless tears: unreasoning, naked, dumb,
The symbol of all weakness and the sum:
Our very life a sufferance.--Presently,
Grown stronger, we must fight for standing--room
Upon the earth, and the bare liberty
To breathe and move. We crave the right to toil.
We push, we strive, we jostle with the rest.
We learn new courage, stifle our old fears,
Stand with stiff backs, take part in every broil.
It may be that we love, that we are blest.
It may be, for a little space of years,
We conquer fate and half forget our tears.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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It is murder
When you take away a life
With the aid of a knife
It is murder
While you extinguish the living with a gun
Without being able to recreate what was born
It is murder
If you feed someone dead tablets
Later have second acrimonious regrets
It is murder
You are taking away a life
It is clinging on to survive
Need I say anymore further
It is murder
Murder sprung by a fling
With ropes or a string
Your hands only bring
Death around a necks ring
Execution by suffocation
Condemned with abomination
Deliberate foetus termination
It is murder
Make no mistake,
Be careful
Asleep or awake!
Murder is unlawful
If death occurs because of the effects of an evil curse
I will say this with my lips pursed
'What a great loss, but this is not murder!
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
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The Prime Commandment
The Prime Commandment
Of Murder, Manslaughter, Homicide! Oh! Such is this a Crime.
The three whilst so common are often much confused.
Murder is planned, intentional, real and with life, on the line.
With which DARK evil forces take hand in hand.
Manslaughter, whilst wicked is unplanned or premeditated.
Or so it is oft pleaded and said anyway.
Manslaughter, Murder, Homicide, ? The saddest of all fates.
Best avoided, if one is to reach an old age?
Learn? Homicide chiefly occurs in a Murder!
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Manslaught er, a soft cloak for Murder sublime.
In self-defence Murder can be culpable.
Most Cops and Crime victims from time to time agree.
Justifiable, some say, in preventing atrocious crime.
But! No one has a just cause to Murder.
Life of a King, President, Fly or a Bum is still precious.
To Kill, should not form any part of Life’s plan.
Make just natural life wastage healthy reason to develop.
May those a hawking DEATH rot forever in their HELL! -------------------
The Thousandth Man 12th December 2007
poem by Philip Winchester
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Premeditation
Oh blade you'll warm tonight!
Awash in crimson-purple flows,
Your sheen will dull with aching flesh:
Palpating anatomic mounds
Caressing, dancing, writhing round
Your metal form-
Whetted ‘gainst a lonely bone,
Then to probe the pounding, begging heart.
And all the while the prey will howl
Before they crumple; greet the mud-
A taut and unbelieving jowl
Will open out for giving blood-
A vent from down below,
Once a brutal show
Of metal in the man.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Due cose potrei far
two things she shall do.
to wait,
and be fooled forever.
to dance
in the market place
and be their object
of mockery
to die with honor
as she cannot live without it
she takes his father's dagger
and bury it inside her heart
her boy blindfolded
hears the sound of death
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love Is Murder
The biggest murder of all time is the murder of love
thus making love a crime that all people should be charged guilty with
especially after marriage because love is what makes people question their lover's trust and their ability to be faithful
Love makes people go mad with jealousy if their significant other looks at another person
love is what destroys a person as a whole not just their heart
and in the end Love can be so dangerous that it could kill people
quite literally which is why Love is Evil and also why Love Is Murder
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Comedians still make fun of Bill's out-of-control appetites, but with Hillary, the mockery is about how she lets nothing be out of control.
quote by Rich Lowry
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Digressions, objections, delight in mockery, carefree mistrust are signs of health; everything unconditional belongs in pathology.
Friedrich Nietzsche in Beyond Good and Evil
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O Peace! !
O my peace where have you been
Down the nook running in the drain
Early mornings have no thrills
And sun sets with mighty grins
What a mockery you make of thee
Filling roses within my heart
Now only thorns to feel the glee?
O peace! Come visit my solemn soul
I have pledged allah to live this unhappy life for him
And i am simply making strides in fulfilling this
Helping friends and others with sane advice
But peace, o peace! Visit my heart’s abode
For it is here the rest goes well assured.
poem by Ayesha Khan
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Murder is born of love, and love attains the greatest intensity in murder.
quote by Octave Mirbeau
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Until the Innocent Are Not Punished
Believed things would end how I wanted them to,
But now I can't erase it, so what do I do?
Had hoped things would change, perhaps fix themselves, too.
But most times denial is better than truth.
Murder. A murder. Long dead and gone.
I keen like a loser, full of despond.
Abandoned alone, my love grows cold.
Lifeless I lay here, a lump in a hole.
Tried, tried, and failed to find the joy.
Dropped love, lost love; Watched love get destroyed.
I smelled something caustic, saw decay in my heart.
But now I've no love, so where do I start?
Wish I could dash to a tame place to depart,
But here my soul stays, for I am missing a part.
Murder. A murder. Long dead and gone.
Left like a loser, alone to abscond.
Lucky me, I've these amenities:
Death, damnation, dread, and disparity.
It seems like I never really knew you.
I swear that I tried to, but you'd only elude.
poem by Shalyn Stachmus
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Love
Love everything and love the love you love
Love is a word an incomparable anticipation
love is a mockery having wings to fly
Love is decorum of truth the legacy of attention
Love is not concocted story or a piece of bun
Love is what you are what you do whole nook of function
Let this love never stop in its infinite motion
Love is beauty for eternal one's and ailment for an alien
Love is sombre of truth and desire nonetheless mitigation
Love is so on and so forth love is being and becoming
Love is genre of onerous charm and sea's combustion
Love is holistic it is winsome will of norm
Love is bird's chirping love a clandestine click of commotion
poem by Hafiz Qasim
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Tonight We Murder
red hand takes a purple terror
love knows these nuts
when we escape from the madhouse
we will... hunt down
tonight we murder
between the battle of pain and hate
we will wait, but not for our time
we'll for hate and to take
to deep... throat
tonight
tonight we murder
between the pain, the battle of pain
love never ties knots
a twisted plan of fear and hate
we'll never untie these nuts
tonight we murder
i murder
tonight we murder
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Precursor To Hate And Greed
But is it not murder was part of humanity for thousands years past.
It was but a need control that made murder wrong.
Civilized is the name of the control, for how many would really think twice about killing someone if the laws of those ties didn't exist.
Caveman, Tribes killed foreign and wide.
This was but a precursor to the things we now call hate and greed.
If only out necessity, would you, could you, should you?
Nobody ever really knows till they face it as ghost of evil thoughts and demands.
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Never Her Name
As I went to reflect and relax in the steam room
Thinking only about GOD, and you know whom
She being the woman who was once my mate
But now she is gone, along with her deceit and hate,
Never again will I want to speak her name
As it reminds me of her cheating, and also her shame
Nor do I want to hear her name spoken to me again
As it brings to my mind all of her lies and her sin,
I wonder if her name will be in the book of life
As she made a mockery of love and also being a wife
But I think her name will not be written down
So in the lake of fire she probably will drown,
She lives a life with her sins and evil deeds
Planting more sins, as a farmer plants his seeds
She blames others as though it's never her own fault
That is her excuse, which you take with a grain of salt,
She lives a life which is a sin and a lie
No one truly knows her, if they did she they would deny
She walks the same road in every town and or city
Living in regret and disappointment and always seeking pity,
Now as I think and relax while in the steam bath
There is no hate or anger or vengeance or even wrath
I finally found the peace given by GOD and the sauna
Now never do I want to hear or speak the name of _ _ _ _ _ _.
poem by Randy McClave
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Murderer
I murder in the morning
I murder late at night
l murder when the time is right
l murder my family
l murder my friends
l murder anyone who gets in my way
l kill you with a gun
l kill you with a knife
l kill you with poison
l'm a murderer
l'm going to kill you now
don't scream
don't yell
don't fight me
just sit there and
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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