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The Eastern Darkness, Demons of the Sand Lands(Poets of Blood)

12-06-2009 at 12:38:11 AM

Re: The Eastern Darkness, Demons of the Sand Lands(Poets of Blood)

(impromptu freestyle)

owning souls, demonic prose,
filling holes with painful woes,
paying tolls with blood to pass,
gatekeeper knows my sinful past.

i die because i fear to live,
and try to earn the hiltless shiv,
to slice the mainline to be free,
ending mortals misery.

final answer to my deeds,
the needs that always lead to greed,
end this life so all can see,
my pain, my sins are finally free.


12-06-2009 at 01:58:16 AM

Re: The Eastern Darkness, Demons of the Sand Lands(Poets of Blood)

Rygar, you got it goin on with that frenzied pace, mood and imagery. I believe if this life is
perceived as misery, it is truly only the beginning of sorrows:

For it is appointed that men live to only die once,
and after this life, one's judgment pronounce.
So, if in this life, no counting the cost
to eternally die, no saving the lost.

That's the terror that has demons quaking in their spooks shock

12-06-2009 at 02:12:41 AM

Re: The Eastern Darkness, Demons of the Sand Lands(Poets of Blood)

( i love freestyle writing, sorry if its choppy!) smile

death begins a life anew,
breathless souls settle like dew,
wading through a moonless night,
what was once wrong, now made right.

relegated to the wastes,
abandoned here by the fates,
suicide was the door,
to end the pain forever more..

the choice was mine and made in haste,
that left me stranded in the wastes,
now i ponder what i am,
floating light, no longer man.

12-06-2009 at 08:55:43 AM

Re: The Eastern Darkness, Demons of the Sand Lands(Poets of Blood)

marsink.. Temporal Uninvited=awesomesauce! grin

12-06-2009 at 10:37:56 AM

Re: The Eastern Darkness, Demons of the Sand Lands(Poets of Blood)

Alexia, it looks like we have another Poet of Blood,

Marsink, you have to finish that, ok

WS

12-06-2009 at 11:33:11 AM

Re: The Eastern Darkness, Demons of the Sand Lands(Poets of Blood)

"From the pits of darkness,
lurks the cities under the sand,
Silence boils up,
Hearing the faint screams of torcher...."
MK__________________________________

Giggling Demons machinate
like a family reunion with plans so great
Boiling even more,
is the kettle of eastern demon lore.........
WordSlinger_______________________

Just wait till the burning infirmary is set a blaze,
Out will come the hidden tribes,
And all forgotten slaves.
With their torn robes that they once had worn with pride,
Now are ripped apart,
And only fear now resides.

These people live in hunger,
With no bread to eat.
Surrounded in the violence and greed,
Who will wipe the blood from their feet.

Look in the distance!
A figure bearing arms.
This land is now only his land,
Citizens now become slaves,
To their own farms.

Yes, this land is now his land,
And sadness is all that is left.
Endless days and nights of labor,
Brings the welcomed whispers of death.
InfinityKnott______________________________

Bodies lay helplessly
Torn apart by wind and sand
Their bones
A scorpions playground
Their blood nourishing
The ground
Creating an oasis
For the Damned.

CherokeePrinces__________________________

Creatures of the sand lands
are generating screams
Human captives, now, to the
eastern darkening gleam

Touching its light, to the hot black O'wick
Watch the burning of the desert candlestick

The moon cries, return,
return to your lands
Replace them with your kind
Remove the worthless man
WordSlinger_________________________


grotesque beings
blood thirsty carnivores
lurking, looming
waiting to pounce
wherever their endeavors lead
with a demonic ringing
loud in their heads
(kill kill kill)
using man as a sacrificial lamb
WatashLegend______________________


The moon turns to blood,
As these evil demons being the feed.
Like a wild hound,
Ripping and tearing at the flesh of the deceased.
Gorging on the bastard children that were left behind,
Chasing and pouncing on their backs,
On these helpless few they dine.
InfinityKnott___________________________________________

Their will be no surrender to the weakness
as the evil roams the sandy seas
The woman, children and all the weak
shall shudder with fear as they are brought to their knees

With blood on their faces and sadness shaken
no more tears fall for the fallen
but a harsh silence gleaming
These beings, so called beings take the knife to gut them like fish

the forgotten slaves take what was once theirs
their land full of bodies and weeping
yes this is his land...
his land, his bloody hand in which we all dread.

As this bloody demon is here to take back his wreck.
As the forgotten slave he will rise again.
Gracey_______________________________________________


You're called fierce demon warriors
Chief figure beckons you to follow
Rise up all!!! From the down,
Orgasire' puts together
platoons from the Hollowed Ground

The dark armies chant
come, come,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Orgasire
You are alarming, darling
come, come,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Orgasire

to the desert fire, to the desert fire,
Orgasire
Orgasire

Belevo
Malevo
You're released from your jail
Orgasire
Orgasire
Hail, Hail......
WordSlinger_________________________


Oh stand up to him you pitiful coward,
Shouts an angry widow to be…
These weak and dying men,
Are no match for these forces,
They have already drowned in the sea.

This sea of evil that quenches into the heavy sand,
But eases no trust to any honorable man.
InfinityKnott_______________________________________


As the demons of fire rise to their feet
these broken land will soon be free
They take the swords to be-head the weak

as the Chief figure screams
rise my fellow slaves "Orgasire"
its time for world war three

Kill the men and ravage the women
chain the children, and destroy all in your path
We as slaves are free at last.

No man will forget our names
We are superior, the better race.
Now take what is left and burn it....

we are the beast from the fiery flames.
Gracey__________________________________________


Alone and in the darkness,
Sits a small boy who cries.
For at his feet,
The lifeless ravaged body of his mother lies.

In the nakedness he sees the bite marks on her breast,
Where once on her bosoms his head would rest.

Tears of salt mixed with hatred,
Run down his face.
As streams of blood that flow freely,
From her veins pools onto the floor,
She has made her escape.
InfinityKnott_______________________________


The scent of the salted tears
roamed in the air picked up,
by these fierce demon warriors
now on the trail
of this frail boy
escaping is a must
before he too is eaten
and the leftovers erode to dust
WatashLegend______________________________


So as he makes way to freedom
he feels a hand touch his shoulder
a woman that was brought down
begs and pleads...

"help me" she whispers
this boy has no time to think

He takes her hand
drags her along but she is slowing his progress,
He takes a sward and lobs off her head.

survival kicks in, and he soon realizes its me or them.
Gracey______________________________________________


Hundreds fallen among the gore,
Shadows dance across the ground in horror,
demons feasting on the faces of the raped,
Alive with little chance to escape.

Mores are forgotten,
Surviving hell forsaken,
The land is guarded by a fiery gate,
Vengeance becomes your only fate.
MK________________________________________


Humanity had Godless wonder
Now they reap Orgasires''''''' thunder
Sow, sow, bestow
Winged soldiers-
thro, thro, thro
your love for blood
Blood is your love
Alexia__________________________


Hello dark vengeance,
I make this pledge to you.
Carry my blade across my enemy’s necks,
For this is the only thing left,
For me to do.

I’ll give you my blood,
After they are all slain.
My blood will surly spill,
Across this desert plane.

Shouts the boys,
With sword held high.
The dark vengeance streaks across his face,
Like lightning in the sky.
InfinityKnott__________________________________


The demons scream and dance full of violence.
There lust for blood sends them across the sands.
They search for all who are left still breathing.
The flesh they eat and blood they drink from all who ran.

The boy stands strong and motionless.
The sword held tightly in his hand.
He feels them coming for his flesh and blood.
But, fearless he will make his stand.
Dark________________________________________________________


Then ... from behind - and without warning,
The Beast of the Sand Land rises from it's crimson lair
While the unsuspecting boy stands back turned toward it -
totally oblivious and unaware.
The Beast slashes the boy with his razor sharp claws
And then rips off his head with it's vise like jaws.
Tearing thru flesh and bone -savoring the virgin taste
Licking the last of the innocent's blood - not letting a precious drop go to waste.

From the East - the Darkness has risen ,,,
To the West it travels and roams
To the North and South, neither are forgiven
Thus, this evil permeates the Globe.
+ + + + + + +
It's the End of this God forsaken planet ,,,
For the Beast has now declared it - it's own.
It summons and free the Spawn of Hell's seed,
Chanting ....
Belevo
Malevo
You're released from your jail
Orgasire
Orgasire
Hail, Hail......

It's now the Demons of the Sand Land's home .......
Knight________________________________________


Oh hail ye lasting blade,
thirsting for the blood of jade,
all my demons are now resurrected,
Ogasire has left me naked,
HOWLING ARMIES TO AND FRO,
MALEVO, BELAVO, WIGWAM WO.
InfinityKnott______________________________________

Orgasire shivers as dawn approaches.
For the savage King Hrolf and his Champions rise from their beds.
King Hrolf and his Champions from the far land of Denmark.
Raise from dreams of darkness where demonic hoards take human heads.

King Hrolf and his Champions speak of their evil dreams.
They decide to suit up with armor, sword, and shield.
To travel into the sands to seek these dark demons.
To slay them and their lord Orgasire upon the battlefield.

They set sail quickly, going to the land of sand.
Seeking blood, death, carnage and fierce battle, their ready for the fight.
With swords held high and brandishing great armor and shields.
They go into battle screaming death to the evil or to Valhalla I go tonight!!!
Dark_______________________________________________________________________


We, she-demons under Lord Orgasires' command
Summons to evoke the element of earth with our hand
We bekon you who owns this land
to rebuke thy foes march into quick sand!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hail!, Hail! Orgasire!!!
Alexia___________________________________________________


Oh what woe is this?
The sand turns to liquid under their feet!
6 of the 13 drown in sand.
King Hrolf shakes his fist with dark magic they cheat!

King Hrolf and his 6 champions left.
Flee to Egypt to seek brave magical adepts.
There is but, one with enough power.
King Hrolf must convince him to except.

The powerful Abijah who know the Deep Magic.
Long forgotten in the ageless endless unforgiving sands.
He excepts the offer of King Hrolf's pounds of gold!
He makes-ready taking the forgotten book of Jerzand.
Dark__________________________________________________


The waves of sheer hatred,
intense telepathic bursts of commands
jamming signals causing weapons to turn to dust
Fear is full through the Sand Lands, fear, fear, fear
We are bigger than we appear, Blood Lust
Alexia_______________________________________________


Black clouds paint the skies,
Silence screams threw the calm before the storm,
An army of hell approaches,

The world becomes....
Eastern darkness,
Demons march in hoards,
Into the land of sand.....
MK_______________________


Chuckled Michael the archangel.
From up high on a beautiful cloud.
Smiling down on the fray.
Then in a voice clear and loud.

Don't be a fool Abijah son of Kijamon.
Summoning Leviathan to destroy this demonic dark plague.
Is not thy brothers Lord's word a sharp sword?
Is is faith in God not a shield and armor for Ardon the sage?
Dark____________________________________________


Michael, Michael
Blood seeps upon, we, mankind
We verbally request
With free will
The lights joy and wonder
to put the demons to rest
We are human warriors
growing weary and tired
We watch for you, and the Angel nest
We know you are there
We need heavens fiery.. crest
CorinthisSugar___________________


Ha ha ha, I laugh at you!
Have you not drunk the Devil's wine?
Even if we did come, to save you mankind.
It would only take one angel from God's vine!!!

You with forked tongue now plead.
Deal with this yourself you human fiends!!!
Search your world for sages of the true God.
On angels of Him you will not lean!!!
Dark__________________________________________



Though the angels confidence is really fear
led by a general that likes to hide
a battle to the death would be most severe
fore these demons have no laws which to abide
feasting on those who are his image
morbidly laughing at the worlds demise
the demons treat this battle like a scrimmage
until once and for all there is a war for these skies
WatashLegend______________________________


A war for these skies
such beautiful lies
To hold and cherish while they scream
Where were the angels
As the world bled nightmares, not dreams
Take your greed and angry lust
No time to save you from the unjust
Lose your way, no gates open for you
The heavens have forsaken the untrue
FullMoonRising________________________


when heaven rejects the unjust foes,
the devil accepts their lustful throws,
fallen angels, wings afire,
come to the depths of your desire,
succumb to temptations hand,
survey the dark and twisted land,
on his throne the devil waits,
for rejects from the pearly gates.
Rygar_____________________________

a woman's scorn has surely seen it's day
now second to the wrath of demons at play
where nature was once well and alive
living beings are just trying to survive
angrily consumed of god being unfair
but not quite ready to go home to the devil's lair
WatashLegend_________________________________________


They know your deepest fears,
And they thirst for terror and tears.
As old as time, hidden 'beneath the sand
Your life and soul is their bloody demand.

You can run, and you can pray,
But in the end you're always prey.
Cry and beg, hide behind your hand,
But you can't ever escape the monsters in the sand.
KTIrish______________________________________


Like zombies they come fourth
Driven by hunger for vengeance..
They screech and scream
but no one else can hear it.....

They rise, they rise...

Until the last grave is empty.

The sandy sea spread across the world like a disease
And when the last grave is empty and the last ray of hope has been stolen
The damned will spread across this planet until the very last human is sucked in to the blackness.

Hidden underground they seek the cure to saved the already damned
But as time is running out and all reasoning had dissolved. They stand abandoned by their Gods. Nothing more left but their former slaves.

They will be nothing more than a meal for the creatures of the soil.
The sandy sea will keep them coming. Our week planet over run with the legions of the damned. They will be destroyed, as the sandy seas takes back their sand.
Gracey________________________________________________________________________________

Turn down this dial, awhile, please
kill the radio, daddio, trance
or chain of thought, I bought
the bigman's pistola, ya know
the whoa manchild rears, fears
his light, I reach for a beer.
Now these veins and entrails fall
from my chin, your gore
in my smile.
KILL! KILL! KILL! Sweet Medusa,
sinners we are, war
on the ravaged bodies
of unborn babies, baring their
fangs for blood, the rabies, my
thoughts of a better world.........


Redeemer's sin and sin's delight,
shall take from her
in screams this night.
Pain shant come in only waves
and pain shall sing
this dormant grave.
Redeemer's sin and sin's delight
all obscured in morning's light.
Sorrows watch, wash over me,
accounts for naught to covet naught
to silence thee.

Vampire_____________________________


Two thousand miles away
the century old White Wizard
awakes abruptly from his decade long trance
with a single tear
running from his bright blue eye

Summoning the group of elders
he tells them his visions of the great battle
between good and evil in the far off place
and they quickly gather atop the tallest mountain
to begin their chant

using magic as old as the first grain of sand
they call upon the power of the light
to descend upon the great battle
to nourish the weakened soldiers
who fight for their very lives

The blackened sky above the battlefield
begins to swirl in a gigantic spiral
wind picks up blowing the ash and sand
the sky opens from the powerful ray of light
that causes the undead to fall to the ground
revitalizing the weakened men, and healing their wounds

Deep in the underworld the ground shakes
from the staggering power of the great wizards
Knocking the master of darkness to the ground

Looking up with fire in his eyes
he rises holding his arms high
and with evil and rage
a large ball of fire forms above his hands
he launches it towards the tomb
of the long dead pharaoh

The tomb explodes to dust
and the man-god emerges
floating on wings of fire
ready to gather his forces
ready for battle

The master of darkness hungry for blood
calls upon the undead once more
from the muck and mire of the festering swamps
the creatures arise with only one mission
to destroy the wizards

the wizards still in chant
foreseeing the oncoming army of evil
call upon the armies of man
to guard the base of the mountain
the most capable and strongest of knights
answered the call

they also summon a legion of heaven's
strongest angels to aid in the great desert battle
and like a pouring rain of hope and light
they descend within the ongoing battle
Artie_____________________________________








(If Anyone of you edit your posting let me know ok, so I can change the story)

Alexia

Last edited by PoetsofBlood 12-06-2009 at 11:36:15 AM

12-06-2009 at 12:05:22 PM

Re: Re: The Eastern Darkness, Demons of the Sand Lands(Poets of Blood)

Quote:
Originally Posted by InfinityKnott

Just wait till the burning infirmary is set a blaze,
Out will come the hidden tribes,
And all forgotten slaves.
With their torn robes that they once had worn with pride,
Now are ripped apart,
And only fear now resides.

These people live in hunger,
With no bread to eat.
Surrounded in the violence and greed,
Who will wipe the blood from their feet.

Look in the distance!
A figure bearing arms.
This land is now only his land,
Citizens now become slaves,
To their own farms.

Yes, this land is now his land,
And sadness is all that is left.
Endless days and nights of labor,
Brings the welcomed whispers of death.
wink

12-06-2009 at 01:13:21 PM

Re: The Eastern Darkness, Demons of the Sand Lands(Poets of Blood)

Father, do I proceed? Repent,
on shallowed knee, yet
Heaven sways and
a word slices between
crags of mountain peaks.
Of Adam and Eve you've
set the task,
I shall do, the holy matriarch
which is me.
Wings, wings of dawn,
shall spread bare witness
flaming sword.
Dub me a name, you
call without shame!
Vanquish now? The morning star
of honored lame, down
did we bring.
Father, what name shall I contest?
Michael?
Now I may rest.

12-06-2009 at 03:38:31 PM

Re: The Eastern Darkness, Demons of the Sand Lands(Poets of Blood)

Temporal Uninvited, Part 1 and II

This write is based on personal experience, not a contrivance



Have you awoken from a light sleep, startled from the deep whispers that followed you from subconscious dream to reasoned thought? Loud whispers of unintelligible, language of demonic origin.

I must add, your eyes are wide open, fixed on a white popcorn ceiling, as the sound of a basketball bouncing on the second floor of the dorm is heard overhead and fading down the hall. Please understand, it’s not the dead of night, but the mid-afternoon of a sunny, fall day.

Did I mention that you know that you’re awake, but your body is paralyzed? The terror so strong, quickening your pulse to a sickening pace, as the lips you’ve use to speak with for 20 years cannot move to form a word, while your mind is screaming for some escape. The voices are distinct, for there is one in each ear, and hearing explicitly, their mad, hellish rants of garbled words.

Now, more of their unholy presence is understood, as you feel the weight of some…being, that has caused impressions on the mattress near your shoulders and waist. The sinking of the bed pulls at the surface beneath you. In complete paralysis, except open eyes, you must pray, and pray to Someone who will help, who can help…When demons come uninvited, who will evict them?

Please, bear with me, the meter and rhyming scheme change

I bear no tale of thought contrived
And as I live to share alive
An account, not story’s
Embellished spiel
These smallest of details
Most certainly real.

This is no boast of wanton pride
to slander truth and well inside
The prospect of sleep
is morphing fear
as consciousness falls and dreams draw near:

The day is bright and blue, serene
My room is warm, as comfort speaks
To tired bones in passing weeks
Exhaustive studies toll between
Faint notions that sin is unclean.

Turn from one side
In mild restlessness
Push aside the crucial
That I won’t address
For sleep is the prize
That I will caress
As I abandon work
To sweet randomness

Faint grow the soundings
In dorm room 1-B
Mind hosting pleasures
To thoughts as they flee:

Abruptly, does sleep enter mind’s door
When in concurrence a slamming above
A basketball major is pounding the floor
In each ear deep whispers, nemesis of love

Now fully awake, eyes to white ceiling
Great powerful dread and ominous feeling
The body of youth once called my own
paralyzed in evil grip, “I’m so alone”

Hateful, unholy, the dark voices speak
Mutilated language, of Hell it did wreak
The hand of horror binds me to bed
My lips unmoving, with screams in my head

“Has there opened some portal from the abyss
or has vile sin found me, to steal me from bliss?”
Mouth cries are silent, but not so, my heart
Panic is pacing to tear me apart

Weak is my body, but no consolation
Also, the hall bears quiet conversation
I know I’m awake, but, what world is this?
Grotesque snarling voices source death’s kiss

Upping the ante of dire introduction
Quickening evil gives no seduction
To entice me to its’ brooding ways
Hold me hostage all my days

Lying on my back comes dread
The hastening since all’s been said
Crushing fears to escape the most
The presence of my heinous hosts

A blanket dark does spread o’er me
Not the kind that I can see
Fiery darts that fill my head
Have come to press upon this bed

I can feel beneath me, mattress gives way
To physical being invading bright day
The voices did spite me, trapped in clasp
This infusion of darkness, bite of the asp

The confines of reason are bound in remorse
Groping for traction, and dying this course
Blood in veins, once warm, flows cold
Hope is a sheer sheet commencing to fold…

Part II

The room’s ambiance was unchanged
As mind, heart and skin were struck, deranged
The stress of all pleading for mercy’s sake
Could not utter from lips as I lie awake

To find any strength, and call to the Son
My vanquishing healer, delivering One
The course of my words from my mind to sound
Was a daunting prospect for darkness unbound

Who be the greater, the ones who without
Are claiming such reigning, and blaming with doubt
Or had I forgotten promises folded and curled
He within me is greater than he in this world?

Apprehension by words utterance, few
The King of tomorrows came undeniably true
My mouth could now speak clear and ears hear
His name, to break fast on my plight
His salvation broke through,
To shower His light, reigning life new

Now if a taunting and daunting
And haunting of dark
Should bleed through my sunlight
Rend worlds without spark
With rantings and chantings,
Dismantling peace
With voices from hell
No evil can quell, His name is trusted
And harassment will cease.


http://www.originalpoetry.com/temporal-uninvited-part-1



























Last edited by Marsink 12-23-2009 at 06:58:47 PM

12-06-2009 at 04:02:30 PM

Re: The Eastern Darkness, Demons of the Sand Lands(Poets of Blood)

umm ..Marsink......amazing stuff man.

the rhyming was on point, it flowed beautifully, and the content was superb. Great job!

12-07-2009 at 02:10:41 AM

Re: The Eastern Darkness, Demons of the Sand Lands(Poets of Blood)

( more freestyle from the maddening mind of Rygar the Sinner )

The jewels that I carry with vessel of mine,
Are precious beyond value and hidden from time,
The lines that we cross when the minds are at play,
Have started the footfalls down paths of dismay.

Dreams come and go on the whim of the wind,
When in deep, and the sleep comes back once again,
The visions that come can bear harmful seeds
And love can be felt behind grotesque deeds,

My nights are all full of mares of a kind,
That bring me night shivers and a wondering mind,
And I wake up at dawn covered in sweat
And the imagery burns so I never forget.

Last edited by Rygar 12-07-2009 at 02:11:34 AM

12-07-2009 at 02:31:31 AM

Re: The Eastern Darkness, Demons of the Sand Lands(Poets of Blood)

There you go again, Rygar: writing free and with style, to boot! this is a treacherous path you tread.
The less traveled paths pioneered in the mind,
can be chock full of dangers like anger that's blind.
Indicriminately slashing and thrashing about,
no thought of input, or what's bleeding out.

(Well, there went 7 minutes)
I really see you as a power in wordmanship, if there be such. (If not, I will cannonize the word ) or not. shock

12-07-2009 at 02:36:01 AM

Re: The Eastern Darkness, Demons of the Sand Lands(Poets of Blood)

marsink,
i'll invite you into the chat next time we are freestyling in there.. its a lot of fun.

Last edited by Rygar 12-07-2009 at 02:36:18 AM

12-07-2009 at 11:43:48 AM

Re: The Eastern Darkness, Demons of the Sand Lands(Poets of Blood)

(here is a long stream of conscious writing that i formatted to make a little more sense... sort of) grin

The existence of souls,
The loss of control
The fleshy reminders of guilt,
The silk voice in the quiet and still,
I fill my head with thoughts of wind,
Only to rescind the offer of forever
The sphere that burns, the orb that shines,
The rhymes that line up my mind,
The kind words that filter through entwined,
To find that I can’t go back, rewind,
Time flows straight,
Knows love vs. hate,
Embark on this quest,
Behest your will to fill thrilled minds
With ill lines that kill
Unjust cause,
Slacking jaws,
Hard to pause,
Hammurabi’s laws show the flaws in code,
To know the flow that shows you the soul,
Holy in the shoulder,
Holy roller rolling through to show you the way,
The warmth I feel from summer rays,
To play in snow drifts and drift away,
And float to earth like a leaf in fall,
While raindrops wash away it all
The search without,
To ponder and doubt,
To question the souls quieting shouts,
To mount the growing mounts of ire,
And soothe the inner beings fire,
The outward search must begin,
By searching what one holds within.
Doom for body releases light,
The plight of flesh, for search of right,
The might that light within you shows,
The fires windswept trail of woes,
Consumed by avarice and lust,
To fully transcend, death is a must
Cyclical and concentric,
Spiraling and centered,
To be in the realm of the next,
The text is written here to be read,
The dead are here to learn what we cant,
Fire, desire like minds,
I tire; the ire springs forth eternal,
Inferno of self-returning wealth internal,
Fire, the mires and bogs bogged down with hate,
The plates full yet I hunger for more,
The door is there.... where’s my key?
Water, the nature of fluidity excites me,
Unites the being, seeing the moist remnants of storms,
Reminders and warnings of warmer days,
When the rays shed light in dark places,
To mark faces in lined creases of age,
The stage is set, the mind is a net,
Earth, as in the dirt that mars the flirtation of sin,
Within the skins own spin of things
That thins the soul,
The goal of earth is to ground,
The sound mind sees the dirt,
The earth,
The worth of one becomes two,
The few that comprehend the many,
Plenty of time to reflect,
Object if you will,
The still of the heart that comes with love,
Above all else... to thine own self be true
Freely felt and given in kind,
Intertwined like vines pulled from the divine,
How to define the mind of one separated by time,
I find the line crossed time after time
Frontiers,
To front tears,
My blunt spears of speech,
The reach of hearts
To seek the sweet nectar of your peach.
Preach to me,
Teach me the ways of heart meeting soul,
Control me, console me,
Fill the hole that begs to make me whole
Heartaches,
Mistakes were made,
The breaks were frayed at the ends,
No friends can take the away the pain,
And as the rain falls lovingly down,
The sounds of two hearts fade away... into nothing
Paths chosen,
Minds frozen,
What goes in the soul stays,
My ways, your ways…
The game played out with pain,
The same road leads to the same place,
Your face,
Your grace,
My place in the land of sorrow,
Tomorrow has to be better
Windswept valley's of fire,
Passion manifests desire,
Truth be told, I am a liar,
Your ponderous query
Does require me to quell
The growing flame
Long enough to maintain composure,
Over exposure leaves you burned,
And the burning of questions never cease,
In the midst of all that chaos, you will find peace.
Find me, in your heart of hearts,
Find me when the end of days starts,
Find me when your tears puddle beneath,
Find me when you need a little relief,
For all these things, and even more in time,
Whenever you look, you will find... me
At the dawn of tomorrow.

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12-07-2009 at 12:37:23 PM

Re: The Eastern Darkness, Demons of the Sand Lands(Poets of Blood)

Way to much brilliance to comment on it ill. Wonderful flow of words that come together like a wonderful loving dance!!!!!!!!!!! grin

12-07-2009 at 04:21:17 PM

Re: The Eastern Darkness, Demons of the Sand Lands(Poets of Blood)

Momentary comfort of the mind
relaxation take a rewind, behind,
kill momentuous efforts that
design this trilogy to
do away with me.
Thrilling, though the walls
are below the show and
Heaven burns down around
as my wings splinter, downing
my simple reality, reaming
thoughts or ideas, alluring
the inky deception in this
mad laughter after seeing
halos form altruistic horns
crowning my fallen image.

12-13-2009 at 10:37:11 PM

Re: The Eastern Darkness, Demons of the Sand Lands(Poets of Blood)

As we draw closer to christmas I hope you all have a great time with your family and friends.I will pray you get to your destinations in safety and without delay. You are all on my mind and I wish the best for you all. Merry Christmas and bless you all.

12-20-2009 at 11:17:32 AM

Re: The Eastern Darkness, Demons of the Sand Lands(Poets of Blood)

CALLING ALL YE POETS OF BLOOD!! FOR MY QUEEN HAS CALLED!!
GATHER AT THE CASTLE OF BLOOD!! COME YE ONE - COME YE ALL!!

12-20-2009 at 11:57:51 PM
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Re: The Eastern Darkness, Demons of the Sand Lands(Poets of Blood)

The true lords of humanity were born there forty thousand years ago when it was a vast jungle home to colors unknown even in this day.

The last and greatest of them ruled her domain with the solid confidence of fairness.
The desert was by then fact, but this didn't matter.
She could walk across it without dying of thirst.
Her subjects could as well.

They didn't die from thirst because they had never been slaves, only inhabitants.

Simplicity.

She was able to demonstrate this idea successfully until the Interloper was born.

It eventually matured into the design created by its father, a giant who spoke only gibberish, though it had in its power two mighty hands covered in bronze.

Together, they blasted her works with such fiery conviction that her subjects soon forgot about her simple cues.
Because the Interloper was handsome, his charisma became a charm soon worshiped.

It didn't take long to domesticate sheep.

Mesmerized, they followed him into the desert and soon realized that their throats were dry. They couldn't even scream for help, and besides, she wouldn't have been able to hear them; Those sounds were outside her spectrum.

They were now his slaves tortured into submission.
The Interloper triumphantly announced her blame.
Those still alive were commanded to find her, rape her, and rip her throat out.

The blood which spilled was then absorbed by the somber earth who was witness to her slaughter. It was turned into oil as a memorial.
As revenge.
That was all it could do.

The millions of souls the Interloper starved lived on in an afterlife of regret.
Forever haunting the innocent they still seek blood, but don't know why.



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12-21-2009 at 01:33:00 AM

Re: The Eastern Darkness, Demons of the Sand Lands(Poets of Blood)

Epik, now that's what I call an addition, I really enjoyed this. I'm so glad you joined the circle of the Poets of Blood.

Alexia wink

12-21-2009 at 05:14:03 PM

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The demons graze forth,
No longer lost, Of time,
a kicking and screaming,
Most have vanished mind.
Un holy travelers that come,
From evils phantom down,
Taking indigent souls,
Conquering vengeance from within.
They surface out of no where,
Watching, collecting, souls lost,
Slovenly the demons circle
Ripping off all lost pride,
Watch the path you’ve
Chosen, or death will
Start to grin, Choose your
Weapons well, or suffer
Life again!
~Inkmaster~

12-21-2009 at 09:40:55 PM

Re: The Eastern Darkness, Demons of the Sand Lands(Poets of Blood)

Star drenched wench,
she does decieve
and at last I've seen.
In the cosmos
are what demons bring.
The voice and silent chorus!
Angel wings dipped, just
a memoir and blood lust.
She bows in fakes repent.
This seraph rips from inside
me with fist
and melonchaly, talons
pull from me, agast!
Should and have not lent
my heart was last.
In her words I am
but folly.

12-21-2009 at 09:47:48 PM

Re: The Eastern Darkness, Demons of the Sand Lands(Poets of Blood)

Misshapen screams, reems,
seems Hell is gone.
You'd wake to escape,
reality, you've ripped
the conscience fabric
from your arms, burrowing
like before, hide away
you filthy whore.
Kill me as you have,
I take this
more, how unscathed
you seem to be, believe
now I can kill you!

12-21-2009 at 10:03:52 PM

Re: The Eastern Darkness, Demons of the Sand Lands(Poets of Blood)

Poets of Blood,

I love the postings, I will be reading your poems asap.
I want to ask you to sign up at the history channel, and give them your ideas.
I also believe they should do poetry shows,
on our Greats from yesteryear, and todays poets, like us.
Please take the time out, and shout, blood on the History Channel..
here is the link.

Thank you, Alexia wink

http://boards.history.com/topic/New-Series/New-Episodes/800027505

Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.