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Far out stuff here.

The Fraternity

The autumn night air was brisk and sharp,
As I approached the wrought iron gate.
The cold black spears stood thirteen feet tall,
To keep unwanted intruders at bay.
The granite pillars that stood alongside,
Carried a warning etched in their stone.
"Beware Trespassers Of Hallowed Grounds,
For He Who Enters - Will Not Be Alone"

I started to wonder why I took the dare,
Letting the Brothers decide my fate.
But, knew it was part of being a Pledge.
Couldn't change my mind - it was just too late.
They were all hooting and hollering,
Hazing me on and calling me names.
While the Head Brother took the bolt cutters,
To break the lock and loose the chains.

He Grabbed me by my neck and shook me,
Forced me to my knees and made me crawl.
Paddled my ass with a wooden stick,
Until I was curled up in a ball.
He demanded that I stand up,
Calling me a Pussy as he pushed.
Making me walk forward - while tripping,
Barefoot thru the thickets n' thorn bush.

As I stumbled and made my way,
I heard the Brothers in the distance.
Yelling and laughing in their drunken game,
Making me despise my own existence.
Knowing I must stay here through the night,
Alone and cold in the dark Catacombs.
Where legend has it that a Brother died,
Attempting to escape the dead that roam.

I opened the door to the underground tomb,
And slowly descended the cold granite stairs.
I felt my way through the dense darkness,
My sight adjusted, yet still impaired.
The stench of dead bodies filled the air,
Their souls imprisoned in eternal anger.
I could feel their evil presence,
And knew my soul was in mortal danger.

I heard their tormented cries of pain,
Screams of torture and groans of dismay.
I felt a cold hand placed upon my shoulder,
Skeletal fingers of death and decay.
I turned in shock and gazed into it's eyes,
Horrified, I was frozen in fear.
I tried to run - unable to move,
It's fingers gripped my neck to slice and tear.

I knew right then I was going to die,
That there was no escaping this Hell.
I felt my knees shaking and buckling,
Trembling uncontrollably as I fell.
I heard familiar voices and laughter,
The Brothers had gathered by my side.
Chanting - they called upon their Master,
To join them on this unholy night.

"Lord Lucifer we summon thee,
Come join us - take our hands.
We've come tonight to offer thee,
This Pledge - our sacrificial lamb.
Come take our humble offering,
On this sacred All Hallows Eve.
Lord Lucifer we summon thee,
Come join us -your Fraternity"

I felt the ground start to rumble,
As shots of steam burst upward in flame.
The extreme heat melted my skin,
As I screamed out in endless pain.
The Beast then hovered over me,
Dripping acid drool into my soul.
It burned the remains of my shell,
Leaving my skeleton black as coal.
~~~
Now I am left here to wander ...
With the other Pledges of the undead.
It's just like the legend has it, so ...
Beware the Fraternity that you pledge.
~~~
The Brothers cheered in evil bliss,
For they had succeeded in their task.
Another soul has been sacrificed,
And they've avoided their Master's wrath.
So it's another year of victory,
They will not lose at any game.
The Brothers of Blood Fraternity,
Be sure to remember their name.


KjK100210:

RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2

An edited version of an older poem...

Souls Slipping Away


A mournful chorus wails in the night
while the moon struggles to radiate light.
Pathways to salvation are lost in the dusk -
What used to be natural is covered in dust.

Walking dead wake, copulate, every day
to create blind armies from the simplest clay.
Look at them all! Twisted up inside;
Flesh and bone shells, dead while alive.

A web without end now riddled with disease
cradles the life-sparks that beg for release.
Carnal hearts beat without reason, lost
in the worship of progress, blind to the cost.

Humans are being emptied before my eyes!
Their souls, as they flee, wonder at the lies!
Terrible wails, their mournful lament;
Free from sickened flesh, but unable to ascend.


　

Last edited by kah 01-18-2011 at 11:00:19 PM

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Dark Desires

I heard your voice calling,



beckoning…



as I sank my teeth deep

into the jugular of my prey

and I am pulled instantly

away from my steaming kill

to return--



You entered my chamber

lying there naked

a marble adonis

wicked smile lopsided across

your lips and my nostrils are assailed

with the perfume of

your pheromone scent

as it permeates the air

and I’ve cum--

cleaving already, without so much

as a touch,



--it's your voice…



your voice sending---

catatonia rending pleasure

stars cart-wheeling through arteries,

each red whisper --spoken a caress

a lingering lightly upon



this terminal heart,

this heart you've touched,

this heart that you have taken.



I climb in beside

I reach up--



--to touch--



your face-- and grasp

you firm in my hands

to kiss you deeply,

gently at first --then more

beseeching --demanding. My tongue

probing, searching, flicking--

your sharp fangs



--gasp--



I bleed

my tongue on jagged edges.

Your cool hands belie the slight

tremor I feel --as you explore

my body. Arching

closer to offer

my breast’s, pink buds,

my belly,

my womanly center

wet waiting --anticipating,



I hear you laugh

--deep--

in your throat



you know--

the effect of you

on me,



you subdue me

with a burning glance,

--igniting molten my hunger

and want--

to show you how

I live to serve your decadence.



I can feel

your throbbing prick--

against my splayed limbs

--I want you in me

With the ancient passion

of first and last



”Come on baby”

I urge,

”give it to me, harder

baby, faster,

yes, yes, yes...

baby like that.



Take me

my dark prince

brutalize this flesh

leave your mark

upon me,



--impale--



my womanly center

and pound my wanton--

flesh

and the heavens

will tremble as I scream

out your name

and shatter the night....



Selena Howard © 2011

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Silver and Blood, Robes and Bones

Crickets chirp in the dead of night.
Warm was the air, darkness without light.
In silence of the city a man awaits
Fidgeting with nerves, checking the date.

Waiting in darkness looked like he didn't belong.
He scanned around searching far and long.
He shrugged his shoulders and walked to his car.
He then heard a sound that wasn't too far.

Maybe it was the one he had waited on.
He stood and searched, perhaps he was wrong.
He went to his car, it suddenly went dead.
Confusion and surprise raced through his head.

A dark laughter echos between the buildings.
He whirls around searching, darkness unseeing.
The mans heart races, he reached for his knife.
Yet he heard no breath, and no further life.

He exhaled his breath, trying to convinced of nothing.
But alert and aware, could it be something?
The demonic chuckle then grows louder in the dark.
Up jumped to his feet, pounding was his heart.

Alone was far, danger was near.
Muggers and robbers, all he feared.
He planned out his escape, to stab and run.
Yet he heard no footsteps, or no sound of gun.

Silence followed the moment in place.
He jumped to the car with terror on his face.
No power existed in all attempts.
In disbelief he feared what all this meant.

Sudden red eyes pierce the shadows.
Demonic lights that mad him rattle.
Darkness formed a shape emerging.
His eyes widened as fear grew surging.

Refusing to start he pounded the interior
He soon realized his attempts were inferior.
The window shattered in a shower of shards.
He dashed out the door, he hit the ground hard.

Blood dripped down from slashes on his arm.
He looked up in mercy, he froze in alarm.
What he saw stopped his breath in tracks.
Of all fear he known, this his mind lacked.

Darkness wrapped around the creature in robes.
The master of death from legends long told.
His face hid in darkness as he lifted his hand.
Revealing brown bones, pointing to the man.

He rushed to his feet, the reaper clutched a fist.
he fell to the floor, his legs became useless.
He begged and pleaded to spare his life.
He sobbed a story of children and wife.

The reaper grins from under the clock.
The man kept pleading with words he chocked.
Out came the scythe from the black clouds around.
His words were empty as he bowed to the ground.

A scream in the night, the slicing of flesh.
Blood rains down as a body lays in rest.
The reaper chuckles at the man's pathetic lies.
Begging and crying he always despised.

Their stood the reaper like a king in throne.
Silver and blood, robes and bones.
The reaper claimed the soul in his blade of dark.
Now drained the blood under the car in park.

He hovered along, the blood trails follow.
Dark eyeless sockets face inside the window.
Hidden in the back were bags of cocaine
The foolish mortal's life was now drained.

Back in the shadows, devoured by darkness.
Morning shall show murder of heartless.
Watching the mortals quiver in fear.
Learning that darkness shall never disappear.

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Master and Savior

Tell me, Master, what shall I do?
You kneel here before me, your life-time fool.
Where’s your disdain, your apathy now?
Strange to find the tables so turned around…


Strange to find the tables so turned around -
I hold the blade, sharpened and sound.
My heart’s been filled with hatred’s black blood
Can I wield this weapon, this lack of love?


Can I wield this weapon, this lack of love?
You bared neck is vulnerable – but its not enough.
Your hands, tied behind, are defeat’s finest form;
Despite my growing apathy, tenderness is born.


Despite my growing apathy, tenderness is born
for you, before me, humbled and torn.
Life has paid you back, ten thousand fold
Spared me the decision – I keep my soul.


Spared me the decision, I keep my soul,
to rise above this despair, seek something to hold.
I won’t swing this blade down upon your neck
You look up at me, eyes bitter with regret.


You look up at me, eyes bitter with regret;
You long for release that will come with your death.
Is it my empathy that spares you now?
Or my sweetest revenge - you will live, I avow!


Copyright 2011 Kimberly Hillard
1/18/11

Last edited by kah 01-19-2011 at 07:27:21 PM

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Kim [To kah],
It looks to me employment of your poetic schooling plays well upon your work! (I may be using some of these structural devices, but only in incidental instances, not by design.) You're heading toward the stratosphere of poetic presentation: pure, powerful, poised to penetrate preponderance with perfection! POW!!!!

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We love to do this to you, but we need all of these posts sent to
PoetsofBlood@gmail.com

RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2

Wazzup all-
I'm not saying jump ship, but grab your life perserver lol

Artie DaMann

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Last edited by Artie 01-24-2011 at 10:47:29 PM

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lol, I had china scan the site, and this page.
its sitting in Change inc s vault.

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Hello Poets of Blood we need you to send these poems to our email.
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In Darkness Alike...

Revenge of Darkness

Candles lit, skulls all over the place.
Long black hair that hides his face.
Jeans that jingle, a tight band T.
They call him emo, a freak in need.

He spends his nights gazing at the crows.
Flying and circling in in flocks and rows.
He write with his pen, filled with bloody words.
Poetry and notes that no soul has heard.

He walks in confidence, ignoring their jocks.
They see the opportunity, their target in lock.
In the halls, day by day,the emo has witnessed.
Torment and aggression amongst the innocent.

He grinds his teeth as they slam his brethren to walls.
They spit in their hair and kick till they fall.
The emo glares, such savagery these beasts.
His mind can only boil as he watches them feast.

Stealing their money, breaking mp3's.
They even laugh when their car has been keyed.
Feeding off of misery to make them feel above.
Every emo's mind slowly slips with each shove.

Now came the time, it was his turn again.
As the emo walks from class he senses the begin.
The parking lot was abandon, except him alone.
Then emerged the enemy and all his clones.

The leader walks up right in his face.
Left, right, behind, surrounded, stopping his pace.
His dark eyes glare showing a warrior's soul.
He stood his ground as they stepped in like ghouls

A few harsh names, and deep insult lies.
They jumped him down and struck him by surprise.
They pinned him down, attempts to silence his screams.
He struggled and cursed, useless it seemed.

Suddenly a flash of silver, blood sprayed out.
Down falls a bully as the others gasp and shout.
Dressed in black with a blade of blood.
Steps forth for his brethren, hatreds endless bud.

Another appears, she shoves her knife down a spine.
All the bullies gasps of terror as her blade unwinds.
The emo on the floor swipes from his coat.
And shoves sharp metal, deep in the enemy's throat.

The blade pieced deep, hooked in his flesh.
A twist of wrist then jerks off the rest.
He gurgled in blood as he fell from the blade.
Sweet red liquid that surpasses persuade.

Three bodies lain motionless pooled by death.
Three sets of dark eyes glare at one left.
He falls to his knees with palms over his head.
He pleaded and begged in complete dread.

Three blades raised, steel sliced veins.
Three dark grins from their victory in this game.
The fools who once laughed at the razors bite.
Where now six feet under in a forest for losing the fight.

Blades now hidden, cleaned to shine silver.
Police look for the missing, unsuccessful they shiver.
Every bully now shakes in fear for their life.
Satisfied and pleased, the emo pats his hidden knife.

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I'M BEGGING YOU GUYS, PLEASE DON'T PUBLISH VOL 2 UNTIL YOU'VE GOTTEN IT INDEPENDENTLY[/b] EDITED! VOLUME 1 WAS AN UNMITIGATED DISASTER

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The Poets of Blood on Youtube,

Ok David we sure will.....

Last edited by PoetsofBlood 03-14-2011 at 01:22:01 AM

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Sometimes, tears are
bits of shattered
dreams, falling to the ground.

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Sepukku, now! For thee, thy master,
recoil slow
from voice's laughter.
The disembowled
and bloody after.

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Disease, my label holds true!
Flip this script to rip shit up,
a trist to shout,cut it out
the demon womb inside you!
Tainted meat, genetic cesspool,
stick my flaccid dick
in someone dead.
warmer to,
and better in bed.
How I loathe
that venerial growth, that
contaminates inside you....

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Pluto's Kingdom

There are many things
we cannot see,
in the hands, held fastly,
of immortality.
And faintly it called,
gently the snowflakes fell.
The gates of Pluto's kingdom
lay before me.
Pearled abysses, ebony rods,
wailed a crimson belling.
Silver shadows lacing rainbows,
cohorting the darkest of children.
The dreaming of meadows
of moonlight on daisies.
The clouding of clouds,
and breezes still blowing.
How mortals endow
silver shadows still telling.
and Pluto's gates
spread as the ocean.
The grounds of twinkling,
with rain still sprinkling
are the things held fastly,
we cannot see,
in the hands of immortality.

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