Dont worry, >.> the big man is there if you want him to be, I see Religion more as a comfort, not a job =p.

I looked back to my old Poems, many I have forgotten, I find my style has changed a bit, almoast like the old style more haha.

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Theres a hole in the world like a Great black pit and ists filled with people who are filled with ***!.

^Thanks to Eva ^__^ <3

Yea'. Well, I see it as a comfort and a lifestyle. I'm actually giving my second sermon here in a month or so.

And yea' I noticed that, mine has changed too. I write in aabb all the time now.
 

@ Spectre: I liked it Spectre. I'd like to see what else you might have.

@DN: It's good you write about things you really know. I think the best in us comes out from personnal experience. Also cool you write about God. You dont see much poetry on religion here.

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Religion can be a touchy subject...

>_> its one of the number one Argument starters on online games.... Number one is Bush, lol... any way, working on another poem.

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Theres a hole in the world like a Great black pit and ists filled with people who are filled with ***!.

^Thanks to Eva ^__^ <3

lol right.

That's cool. As for me, I'm either writing a really pissed off poem or no more for a long time, because I'm kind of having an identity crisis telling who's really a friend and who's not right now. A lot of people didn't even care enough to help or even hear me out when I needed it most.
 

Then she came.

 

Of all the times I've gone through

Licking up my own tears and blood for a clue

Then she came and say its useless.

As if my freedom were hers.

 

I put my hands out

Trying to reach of her

I don't know what came to me, but I did grabbed her hard

And the next thing I know, I heard my demon's laughter.

 

She came

But I sent her back 'home'.

 

 

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If one man slay another of set purpose,he himself may rightfully be slain. -Sun Tzu,'The Art of War'

 (Mature and such)

 

Oh baby wont you hold me down

Collar me with your instinct

There are no safe words here

In the little red room

Pink flashes as pink as your lips

I want to lick your alabaster skin

 

We are so bad so dirty

We are so bad so dirty

 

Swapping blood and spit

Stinging of your love hit

We can scream in ecstasy

Slipping sliding organs

Warm and sweet

The temperature rising

In this moment of secrecy  

 

We are so bad so dirty

We are so bad so dirty

You're not so kireina now

You still are kirei to me

tu hermosa

Sparks and fireworks in chemistry

We are so dirty 

 

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@EN :That's pretty...suggestive as Blue puts it. Tone down a bit, yes we do have minors.

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If one man slay another of set purpose,he himself may rightfully be slain. -Sun Tzu,'The Art of War'

>.> Yea, Dunno if you want to edit that a bit or not xd!....

I promis another Poem by my next post (F@,.,o)F the end is near!

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Theres a hole in the world like a Great black pit and ists filled with people who are filled with ***!.

^Thanks to Eva ^__^ <3

Cheers Cobalt.

Thought I'd have a laugh! 

 

@expect_nothing: Do not edit your poem, just add a note that it contains material unsuitable for minors.

Cencorship is a thing that ruins art. 

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The Story of Hero

 

The darkness and the shadows

Roiled and spat their hate,

Acid like the rain did fall

Upon the mortal gate.

Birthed from wind and fire

Cursed with claw and wing

Demons in your darkest dreams

Can you hear them sing?

 

Once there was a mortal

Blessed with gifts was he.

Strength beyond all other men

And skill to set them free.

For as the rain came falling

He took his father’s sword,

And called to him a holy host

To that mortal door.

 

There they met a hooded thing,

Twisted with disease,

With drunken hate and blinded eye,

This figurine did cry.

No pity did our hero show

To no man gone before,

A flash of red, a flash of black

He thrust his father’s sword.

 

Next came they to the gate of Hell,

Demon’s eyed them, faces fell

They leered and cringed before this host

Hiding from our hero most.

So came they to the waterfall

Where all grief goes and nightmares call.

Demons from their darkest dreams,

All at once they hear them sing!

 

A might battle thus ensues,

The host is blooded, battered, bruised

Yet triumphant they press on

Their company a hundred strong

And hence our hero shouts his name

A sound to make all creatures lame,

So they pressed on into Hell

The gateway closing to the bells.

 

Underneath the shadows the crossed the land of Dis

One by one our heroes fell into their darkest dreams,

Till only one man stood alone

Stood with sword, and lance and bow

Looking down upon the dead

Not a single tear is shed.

Alone once more without his host

Our hero walks like Dante’s ghost.

 

Carrying his sword aloft

A guiding light to all the lost,

Onwards does our hero go

Through Cerberus his lance is thrown

And through the keyhole made of ice

He does discern the River Styx.

This way now he must avoid,

In awe his eyes like a young boy.

 

To bring this epic to a close,

Our hero came to where sin goes

And there buried in sheets of ice

He sees a very shocking sight.

There before him is a throne,

Mae from skin and made of bone,

And there seated, eyes so red

He finds the Lord of sinful dead.

 

What happened next no man could know

The stories tell of a crystal throne,

And they say the world did quake

And so fell the mortal gate.

And that sword rests in the hands

In the hands of a boy not yet a man

To take a journey some day soon

And come at last to frozen rooms.

 

Carven now upon the sword

Runes upon the blade are scrawled

It tells the story of a quest

Of the hero very best.

And a message to a son

For when his mortal quest is done.

Nothing else is as it seems,

Remember even demon’s dream.

<.<....Damn, you have some Skillz with that poetry, I really liked it.


Another happy day in Randamvill

I was in the middle of no where, just trying to beat trafic
Turn on my Radio but get nothing but static.

Though I hum to the tune just to keep me going
My ships gaining watter and now its over flowing.

Its too bad im so Dehydrated , from all this desert heat
Almoast slipped on the ice but managed to stay on my feet.

 

 

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Theres a hole in the world like a Great black pit and ists filled with people who are filled with ***!.

^Thanks to Eva ^__^ <3

The Winged Rot

 

Dark night, darkness bright

Consummation of all light,

If you will, if you may

Listen now with all your might.

For here’s the tale of one so great,

An immortal man that saw too late

That all the actions he’d performed

Had been watched since he were born.

Yet at the end it mattered not

For at tales end thus did he rot

 

He was born an only child

The flame of wildness in his eyes,

And into power he did grow

In early years taught sword and bow.

His father was a lordly knight

Born to die and born to fight,

On one such day this man did both

And rise to power he was loathe.

So Lucian became a Lord,

And rage-filled took his father’s sword.

 

At once he gathered all his men,

Heard the tale of the demon’s den

Where there in almost human form

There dragon hid like Devil spawn.

It was he that slew the knights

On one barren winter’s night.

So heard the boy the very tale

And likewise filled heart with bale.

Trained he in the arcane arts

Till finally he spoke at last.

 

Silent had he been of late,

Often looking out the gates

Of his city he now ruled

Thinking on his father’s ghoul.

At the festival he called

His knights who watched his father fall

And so at Samhain did he wind

The horn that told that they must find,

The Dragon thing that could not die,

Born in darkness, darkness bright.

 

Came they to the Broken Caves,

Littered with bones and rotting game

Lucian held high his spear

His knights shivered in whispered fear.

Deep inside from in the maw

The cavern bellowed mournful caws

And slowly did a mist exude

Telling them to come intrude.

Silently he led them on,

Mist swallowed them till each was gone.

 

Now listen eager to this part,

Take this legend to your heart,

For in this cavern one did sleep

A dragon did this creature keep,

So into darkness where men feared

Envy, vampire, stroked his beard

And so in shadows Lucian led

All of his knights to certain death.

Ten thousand men had come with him

Each sworn oaths against all sin.

 

Like crazed paths the mewling came,

Full of fear some knights went lame

So by the time they found a door

His ten thousand were now four.

Let us see what Lucian saw,

Blood and acid dripped to floor,

The very walls with fire steamed

And in the distance horrors screamed.

But driven by his father’s sword

This lordly man broke through this ward.

 

Asunder did the doorway break

The world did tremble with earthquake,

And some knights could take no more

They fled, slipping upon old gore.

Banshee cries they did discern,

Calling on them to return,

But Lucian, mad in his haste

Called out that time was not to waste.

Into battle they did go, against the dragon, Arkengau.

 

An hour did this battle last,

Till Lucian with shame did cast

His spear into this creature’s heart

And watched as he redeemed his past.

And so with cheer his knights reduced

To only fifty, they did hew

The Dragon’s mighty head and laughed

Facing now a wall of glass.

But Lucian, his mind now clear

Shouted out a wail of fear

For there where once no man had stood,

A man eyed them as hawk to food.

 

Another fight now did ensue,

Till  fifty lay dead; cold and blue

And Lucian he stood alone,

His sword held loosely as last hope,

His armour rent upon the ground

At this creature he now frowned.

“What, foul monster is your name?”

The creature spoke the very same.

Then Lucian found he could see,

They were the same to some degree.

“Never!” He said. “We’ll never be.”

 

So again these beings fought,

Lucian with skill once taught,

Envy with the speed of hate

He drove the Lord Knight back a pace

So furious this battle waged

They like two dancers on a stage,

When all at last and in despair

Lucian thrust without a care.

Would you now know how this ends?

Would you care if tale I bend?

Would you listen if  spoke?

Would you listen if I wrote?

 

For no one knows how such things cease,

Who should triumph: man or beast?

But for certain we all know

That envy every man can show.

So it must be the creature won,

And Lucian’s thrust made him undone,

This esteemed knight that sort revenge

For no other did he send.

He led his knights into the black,

And none recall if one came back.

 

But hear me now for this I’ll say:

That winged man that hid from day

And cast lost knights upon the floor

With savagery that none foresaw,

That thing did have a treasure kept

And none could know of this except,

The Dragon that the young knight killed

His fire filled breathing at last stilled.

Yet when the creature came to feast,

Upon Lord Lucian’s neck so neat

He answered once the question asked

As though it was an arduous task.

 

This the vampire did tell,

His prey now under deadly spell,

He came close to the armoured lord

And kicked aside the blood stained sword,

So did it whisper in his ear,

That its secret held so dear,

Was that in every thirty years

Another man it must endear.

Another man must lose his soul

So that Envy has control,

At last the creature spoke the truth,

“I the father you forsook.”

 

Dark night, darkness bright

You have listened till day’s light

You did will this very May,

That you would read or hear this lay.

Did you think this tale so cruel?

Did you feel the tale too tall?

This tale of one who saw too late

And used to look from city gates?

But would you know the very truth?

That Envy hides under your roof,

And in each shadow of all men

That turn aside and commit sin?

Fear not as it matters not

For at the end, all things will rot.

 

I think I'll try and write something a little funnier. All this talk of lurking shadows and stuff... it's not good for everyone. Hardy-Hah! Lol... 

Hey, Vergil, that reminded me of a riddle I heard once! Nice.