Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,492)

Wherefrom the political curtains hang - plans are made to do more harm
Youth of all ages and adults took away - from humanity - the darkened hand's farm
Some will be cut up and eaten, whilst others for their blood are bled
Some will be raised or reprogrammed with sound - those who can't are left for dead
Whilst others serve as sex-slaves, to the p*dophile queens and kings
Whom govern the openings and closings of when that political curtain swings
"Yet we cannot be held responsible for what we do not know!" - you'd say
Scoff at me I scoff at you - Others say they did something - they prayed

If only that were actually, really, truly enough: Yet, it is in the minds of the prey
No action more no more action needed - let's all bury our heads p-prayerfully in the sand
Let's find a game or watch a movie - Let's pretend we did the best we can
So while you travel the roads of Liberty in any Country's town
Tell me who plays the part better - You, or the Circus Clown?

"Then what" - You'd say - "What can we even do if what you say is the truth!?"
Just a fool in a Sea of fools - if you look to me - For I was one of those Youth
Mine fate be sealed upon these lines - for the predators must surely die
The path myself I plan to take - You would detest to the ends it leads
For I am awakened to a better sleep - I'll ignore their pleads, why Lie?
I've nothing to gain for telling you this - the mark upon me not placed
I wield no influence of graven haste or sounds of some unrung bell
To you and many others, I'm nothing here - just a rhymer of a poetic hell

Yet in the soon end when the poem's done - back to the gauntlet you'll go
And the footprints I left will soon be gone - just as they do in the snow
My song is sung and twas sung the many - in times before - other lines and page
You'd dare to scoff, snitch, or speak of ill reason - for their death you'd surely rage
Tis not I entranced, a blind sheep for some shephard, a puppet for liberty: to sing
Twas once the Lion with the Lamb and not the Wolf: when doves were a sign of purity
Now the symbol of the milk of youth taken - against their will - yet you canst see
For you hath been sheltered greatly - neath the guise of the media's flare
Claiming to know not what to do - whilst you remain trained: addicted to sitting there
Whilst doing nothing to stop the suffering - the truth's unwanted - the ring of a sting
And you call yourself the fighter - or a warrior for what is right - yeah right!

Yet you know the plight of those who suffer - You know the hell that they go through
Not enough, you could do more - yet you dare not lose your comforts - who would? Not you!
For as the masses blinded, you'd rather pretend - everyone else to blame - not you!
Do you know of someone who hungers for acceptance and love or someone without a home
To not ease but completely end their suffering - living in this Terrarium the Dome
And what have you done to go beyond the blind-normal - ending it once and for all
Depriving no one of what you'd have for yourself - Suffering no more from lack
And you will soon see the enemy's not me - as to your heart once again you'd fall
Too late for you - if unto others - If you've made the habit of turning your back
With heads in the sand - pretending in prayer - to answer to some unheard call

So when the swords unsheathed and the heads removed, and bullets fly in the night
And the caretakers of this stage for the play are found dead come morning light
Do not say one complaining word for you know you had your chance
You didn't do enough for the something of those - due to your selfish stance
Yet if it hits too close to home and the ones found dead is a loved one you held dear
Will you blame the One you pray to - will you have perfect love - or fear

Yes the times are changing - yet that's a given - The centuries hath always told
People age with the Seasons that change - Yet luck doth favor the bold
So will you be the hero to save another's life - or will you do more & more & more
Or will you stay the good puppet - bound to attachments, possessions, and greed
Like a hedonist searching for pleasure - or the addict - from the vice to plead
Or actionless, will you remain of the unwanted strain - bound to the system - its whore

Doesn't really matter does it - after all, there's internet and cable t.v
Not to mention Wifi, Apps, Consoles, and games - and maybe, a needed check that's due
Or the lawn needs mowing, or the dishes washed, or tend to pets in your care
Not to mention the clothes you've got - colognes and perfume - let's not forget your hair
Ohh yes! We must look good - our part the act - a pretty puppet playing our part
And now and then we might help One - when from our minds we fall to our heart

Yet that would take courage and strength unknown - to rise beyond the masses around
And help more than ourselves - a better seed sown - to save more than one from the ground
In fact - we'd have to band together and do it as a whole - as IF - it could be done
Yet that would mean giving up what we have to give unto those who don't
Yet this is just a poem - from a writer used for the play - love I've never won
Yet banning together to tear down those political curtains - You and I know you won't
I will forever be - somewhere between - the dark of night and the shadow of the light
And from there - so that your comforts remain - I shall...

Ohh look your show is about to start.

The devil came knocking on my door today
He didn’t really have any words to say
He was in the neighbourhood
Looking for bad and no good
He was looking for armour he may chink
Sarcasm in his eyes death in his wink
He was in the neighbourhood
Looking for bad and no good
A smell pervaded his every move
Unsettling the balance of the groove
He was in the neighbour hood
Looking for bad and no good
He stole the shine right out of the day
Laughed in the face of dark grey
He was in the neighbourhood
Looking for bad and no good .......

The Horse's Heart beat pounding between my thighs, I sit upon him as he knows we are about to charge into another Battle. I sit there till mine and his heart is as one rhythm. I look to the South and see the encroachments of demons old slow and treacherous. I look to the West and see Thought-Forms high on the cliffs of reason as Egregores load and pull their Arrows of Hatred. I look to the East and see Broken women and men Chasing Superstitions, each with varyious weapon types in their hands. I look to the North and I see the coming of the Great purple Dragon whom will Spew Fiery Ice upon the once animated corposes of those - whom shall fall to their deaths upon the ground. I raise my Carefully etched spear of 99 Generations pointing high into the sky! I reach down patting my Horse along his thick dark black Mane, as I tell him: "Malkuth, you hath served me well my dear brother and friend. Let us Ride Once more into This Gauntlet of Passing, that we may Savor saving the Eternal Flames of Truth, Honor, Integrity, Courage, and Love! And if I should Fall from you my dear friend and brother, Ride on that our colors and Feathers be known by the onlookers of the dying as I fight for the right reasons to live. Today, is a good day to Die!"

1. Trump suggests feeding migrants 2 ALLIGATORS 2 fix the overrun border: Ex-president says 'problem solved' in apparent joke
Former President Donald Trump shared a meme on Truth Social Wednesday that called a group of alligators 'new border security'
'Problem solved!!' the post said
Trump previously pitched building a moat next 2 his border wall and filling it with snakes or alligators.
By NIKKI SCHWAB, SENIOR U.S. POLITICAL REPORTER & GEOFF EARLE, DEPUTY U.S. POLITICAL EDITOR 4 DAILYMAIL.COM
PUBLISHED: 17:11 EDT, 20 September 2023 | UPDATED: 10:46 EDT, 21 September 2023

2. Former President Donald Trump floated a new plan Wednesday 2 solve the border crisis: Feed migrants to alligators.
The ex-president shared a meme 2 his Truth Social website Wednesday afternoon, which showed an image of six alligators with the words 'new border security' & 'will work for food' super imposed over it.
'Problem solved!!' the post also said.

3.Trump's commentary comes as border crossings returned 2 the levels from before Title 42 was dropped, with apprehensions hitting 8,000 on Monday.
It also comes after The New York Times reported in October 2019 that the then-president floated fortifying his border wall with a moat and filling it with snakes or alligators at an Oval Office meeting some months before.

4. Former President Donald Trump shared a meme Wednesday suggesting that migrants should be fed 2 alligators
Trump, who's running 4 another White House term, had pitched fortifying his border wall with a moat & filling it with snakes or alligators, The New York Times reported in 2019

5. During that meeting Trump had also pitched electrifying the border fence or adding spikes 2 the top of it, The Times said.
He had previously pitched shooting migrants in the legs, though stopped making that suggestion when White House staff told him that was illegal.

6. This month's rise in border apprehensions came after levels dropped off after President Joe Biden's administration ended Title 42 after a long court fight and put in new procedures meant to lower incentives & push more migrants in 2 an online application process.
7. After hitting 8,000 in May & overwhelming U.S. border facilities, border arrests dropped 2 around 3,500 in the intervening months, CNN reported.
Policy changes have fundamentally altered economic & other incentives, with new video emerging Monday of migrants cheering while hanging off the side of rolling freight trains on the way 2 the U.S. border.
8. Astounding footage of the Ferro Mex train was shot as the locomotive with hundreds in tow could be seen coming out of the Central Mexican city of Zacatecas as it made its way northbound on the 750-mile journey toward the U.S.

My Comments About This Issue:

1. First of all I can't find-it anywhere in the holy bible
or torah that the Savior said:
"Feed this or that nation of men 2 the Alligators."
Had Former President Trump had by accident
mentioned another nation of men that are a super power,
United States would had received a missile.

2. U have heard the former president speak calling it a "Joke."
Genuine Racism causes Genuine Wars.
Racism isn't a joke!
I wouldn't doubt after Trump had said that,
a number of foreign countries had shut their door working with U.S.
Law Enforcement.
In China there are over 100-Mosque's.

3. Outside the United States a number of foreign countries
they hate genuine racism.
It kills, it steals, it destroy's lives that cannot be replaced.
The whole world is our neighbor but genuine racism
they will never accept!
I wouldn't doubt that a few in number have already signed a peace treaty
with China and Japan.
Another note: Their Military keeps getting bigger and bigger
with other nations signing a peace treaty with them.

It's late after midnight and your trying to sleep
You imagine yourself in a world of dreams
Hold tight to your pillow pull the sheets over head
Your trying to block out those nightmares in your head

You see all the worlds leaders going insane
Yah they call up their war machines with their bullets and pain
The bodies are scattered like the drops of the rain
And your lying here watching them killing each other away
Yah your lying here watching them killing each other away

You know their killing when they meet
And their killing in the streets
Their killing in the hills
And their killing in the fields
Their dying in the fields

Its late after midnight and your trying to sleep
You see the hand of the reaper stretching out through the night
The bodies are scattered like the drops of the rain
And your lying here watching him taking the corpses' away
Yah your lying here watching him taking the corpses' away

You know their killing when they meet
And their killing in the streets
Their killing in the hills
And their killing in the fields
Their dying in the fields

When we think of electricity we think it was the greatest invention
In modern society, this in affect is tue, the idea was to create a
Better life for all who use it. The power of electricity helps us in our
Homes and offices, it provides light, it operates air conditioning
And many household appliances, not to mention transport,
The internet and television services we all rely on, on the downside
Electricity can create a time paradox, if the power goes out during
A blackout, we are virtually transported back to the 1900s, where
There was no electricity. We all experience a time in our dark past.
Electricity has never been totally perfected to serve us. We rely
On it but can never truly trust it to be there when needed. As they
Say in life, Nothing is perfect in an inperfect world.

Author. John Ginesi
22 December 2019

Sorry I was to loud to proud,
Listen i could listen but you hear me as if I'm dead or do i not exist,
I didn't scream,

Felt past this all,
Fell apart from this well,
Walked away from the rope,
It was always a joke,

Lost in time no matter no crime,
Still in touch with reality,

Living inside and out divedends that don't make sense,

Lying hiding from what inspiration creativity,
Creating reality as if it was such a huss,

Living life crying old loving hate,
Hating love,

To die like this would be unfortunate,
To live like this carries burdens inside and out,
Sounds pretty amusing unknown~~~

Just a note
to say hello,
waiting on a bowl of gumbo.
Seems you are a no-show,
Probably sneaking off again with the maestro

Long ago
known for her solos
but before she wore out her welcome on cello,
she tried to play jazz off a banjo
in the wine cellar was locked away her self-absorbed piano.

Summoned inspiration for a tune from an episode
from The Twilight Zone
which starred a fallen saint who lost her halo
When It rolled from her dome
while dipping her bent toes
into the dark cosmos
but pissed off a red demonic hippo
pouncing on a giant translucent minnow
So the story goes
she paid thru the nose.
The falling halo
was oddly enough snatched up by a swooping sparrow,
but dropped like a dirty ho
on seeing a dancing scarecrow
doing the tango
with a Hispanic gringo.
but crows are no dodos
Each of them has a mind of their own.
mostly Crows are at home
on sun baked roads,
like Idaho's
US 95 thru Moscow,
grilling up some squirming h*rny toads.
The halo tumbled for years through God only knows
til it finally landed on the Antiques Roadshow
in Chicago
following a dubious Van Gogh
spotted missing yet another ear lobe?!

.

I sought to find, I sought to find - and found,
Lost innocence, that was newly shattered;-
When, now that I had seen Old Sydney Town,
In her cloak of darkness, nothing mattered.
When all I wanted, was to find my own
Identity; my senses now were scattered,
Into the stars; now down in Old Kings Cross,
(My memory now grows a verdant moss).

So young, (they say), so young for a "street kid",
(Well this is what it makes you - if you stay);
Something to shock the Ego, and the Id;
To shock your very soul into dismay;
Where in this shady place, in corners hid,
Were ev'ry type of vice, and wicked way;
There's things you shouldn't see when your fifteen;-
Things that are a nightmare's waking dream.

So now up gaudy William Street, I walked,
Past glitzy showrooms of luxury cars,
Past girls on corners (before whom I balked);
And by each corner, with their lonely bars;
Past the trannies*, whom their wares they hawked;
(For a Mountains Boy, this may as well be Mars);
Past the Coke Sign**, and into her den of vice;
And anything you want - if you have the price.

Bright lights, big city, (so they say) - it's true;
Many moths to a flame, many moths destroyed;
And once it's seen, there's none forget the view;
(Even if thereafter, they then, the place, avoid).
Here's another street fight, here's another blue;***
And before too long, here's police deploy'd;
A gangster's paradise - men like Neddy Smith;-****
Now all these years later, we have Neddy's myth.

I'm on Darlo Road^, (I'm in the "Cross proper);
Past strip shows, f*ck shows, nightclubs, and such things;
With drug dealers paying off the bent coppers;^^
And all is well, and good - till someone "sings";
Then you'll see "what gives" - when they "come a cropper";^^^
(Their blood on the street - is what this brings);
They're called a "dog"^^^^; and bashed there in the street;
And afterwards; their face is like minced meat!

Still there's virtue, in the worst of us;
When the tattoo'd arms, of some criminal,
Would pull me back from the danger, and the fuss;
Away from things which scarred the mind subliminal;
And swimming in societies' worst pus;
With prostitutes strutting in their clothes minimal;
And most of them off their heads on smack;
Which was guaranteed to keep them coming back.

Though in this place, there was a kind of beauty;
Sometimes mix'd in, with the vice, and dross;
At fifteen, I was innocent, as could be
Expected; when I first saw old Kings Cross;
Still things run deep, and deep runs the cruel sea;
And many things must die, to pay the cost.
Some things, which died, inside me, at this time;
Now form the very subject of this rhyme.

So at fifteen, (and also still a virgin);
A young kid's eyes are opened to the world;
My education, somehow, had to begin;-
And so it did - in this underworld.
Drinking underage - most pubs let me in;
(My young mind swimming in the alcohol);
Of course these places also paid police;-
To operate in this place of vice.

So there you have it all;- "it takes all kinds";
And of this saying's truth - I have no doubt;
At my young age then, I missed the land mines;
By keeping quiet - a whisper was a shout;-
(Or could become one - in some other's mind);
It took so little for a fight to break out;-
Which could then cascade into a mighty brawl;
That was "all in" - a violent free for all.

Now the 'Cross is nothing like it used to be;
(Though some things do not change up there - I'm sure);
And She's expensive - in her gentility;
(No longer will you find the dozy whore).
With a veneer of respectability;-
And a little more regard for the Law;-
Pubs close early - with Lockout Laws in place;^^^^
And less young kids there, getting off their face.



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