99 The Assassination of Dark Poetry

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by Anthony Brooks

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  His ace in the hole was on its way through

  It dropped and so did my soul

  I felt it pull out of my body whole

  I lay in his chamber with all the rest

  As I saw God next me in distress

  For even he had bet his best

  And lost to the one that he threw to the mess

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  Father Times Trap

 

 

  As he sits with heed

  He knows your greed

  And sets this trap for you

  He does feel your pace

  As you stalk with no grace

  To the prize of freedom and true

  He knows your style

  As he smiles with guile

  And hopes you kill as you do

  For you claw and poke

  When you feel his hands choke

  They wrap around your neck now blue

  The track of laughs

  Now eerily cast

  As you force a smile so crude

  He releases his grip

  Forcing you to trip

  In the trap he lay for you

  Friends by your side

  When you feel time collide

  They are now passing over anew

  As the good book did say

  You will feel me this way

  As you see you lord savior pull through

  To get out in front

  You kill those so blunt

  Your knife with the blood of the Jew

  Your stab everyone

  To get what has come

  As you trip over the body of Sue

  She was your first love

  Killed by your own glove

  To get to the trap for you

  Now is the time

  As your friends say their rime

  As they pass and laugh at your tomb

  As the door closes in

  Ones killed by your grin

  Are smiling back its just what they do

  To see your black eyes

  In constant demise

  As the trap has finally got you

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  The Ease of Her Mind

 

 

  The ease of her mind

  Presently in decline

  As she knows we follow her move

  She can feel your shame

  As she heeds your pain

  While her ghost of past sails through

  She can play this game

  While you pray her name

  As her silence will shun your groove

  She will sit and wait

  And add to your hate

  While the white in your face shines true

  If you scream out her name

  She answers with blame

  And points the finger at you

  Killing time with her mind

  Ending yours in true kind

  Her fingers run down your face so blue

  As you hold your breath

  And pray now for death

  She will allow you and say its past due

  Forgive her bloody spit

  And to you she only sits

  And waits for your words to come true

  As the gate opens wide

  Delivering a horses stride

  You must kneel on the golden pew

  And pray to your God

  Who is dead in her pod

  For she is now the one who comes through

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  Anticipation of the End

 

 

  The hour is early and the mind at ease

  Your quilt laid its last tale of a peaceful disease

  Your soul cant wait for the one to up heed

  I lie effortless and patient as you fall asleep

  Waiting in the shadows of your vacant mind

  I shine my sword for it won’t be kind

  Your end is near can you feel the climb

  As you heart is pacing like a bomb with no time

  Your ready for the end or so you think

  I creep from behind and draw with no blink

  The steel from my blade plummets through your chest

  As the paper with your poems are now red with distress

  It covers your words like a cloak in the rain

  As the inscribed feelings dance with the ink as you are slain

  The paper now red and your mind hits the floor

  Last thing you see is my hand next to yours

  Clutching it as if I have ruined Gods soul

  I took the words of the fallen and digest them whole

  As the echoes of your work do enter my mind

  The tears shed my dark as I watch from behind

  The balance has shifted from our loss of your work

  I killed another poet, devils hand has a fork

  As he chews on the mighty that entered his realm

  He smiles knowing his poetry has just begun

 

 

 

  Poetry must DIE

 

 

  Back with vengeance is what he cried

  Out so loud it made them hide

  The bad ones back so be aware

  His sword just slayed the one your near

  Don’t pray to much for it won’t help

  Your pointless ranting will only speed it up

  The sword of notion has your name etched on

  For your spine is calling as it shimmers in the sun

  I killed peace as well as hope

  I killed the ones that pointlessly spoke

  I got tired of the peaceful roses are red

  Sick of the hopeful words of the dead

  For now is your time to hear the truth

  That it felt so good when my sword entered the youth

  Finally I have been summoned to do the deed

  For poetry is dead as I killed it unseen

  It lays lifeless on the floor waiting for you to breath

  It has no life anymore for you butchered its seams

  Finally you will see that I did it for you

  As you were killing poetry only I saw it through

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  Mother Natures Timex

 

  The ticking takes its time

  Ticking free in ever climb

  It dictates your way of life

  As it ticks in ever strife

  If it chooses to halt its toc

  My oh my we go in shock

  For our world will end as stop

  As we look towards the clock

  We will see what we won’t like

  As the world stops all the might

  For the ticking calls the name

  Of our wings in ever shame <
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  If it speeds its rhythmic tick

  Life will flee and run so quick

  As you lay your last red brick

  Form a grave to see her prick

  Rose petals die with haste

  As the tick increased her pace

  Now you take it all with grace

  Although your life sped up with hate

  Ticking time is up to her

  Cant control her always blur

  Vision prays to see the claw

  Of remorse of devils paw

  The clock controlling life

  Ticking slow when your deaths wife

  Ticking fast when she’s all done

  Soon outlast her when she’s gone

  Eyes of Glitter

 

 

  Feel the beat across your spine

  The beat of your heart in constant whine

  Skipping through from precious time

  Tripping your feet as you lose your mind

  The beat stands still when she moves past

  Her eyes of glitter stare through your glass

  Straight to your soul where it resides

  Her arrow of glance struck you as though a prize

  And you she won with her deadly aim

  Those eyes of glitter in ever shame

  As things stand still she made them so

  Your realization of things are far from go

  Can you feel the piercing of her stare

  You’re in her prison now meet her there

  For she waits still to fake her pray

  As you grow will your fate won’t stay

  That glance of glitter in ever form

  Have you locked up together are worn

  Her web was casted not long before

  The one preceding your deadly door

  So as your eyes meet for that split in time

  You fall victim to her charming rhyme

  As there vacancy as she’s in her prime

  To feed of your once again constant whine

 

 

 

  Light of Rain

 

 

  Mystical showers prepare your heart

  As drops of dew from clouds they do part

  The being who created all from him

  Can no longer suffer from your crying sin

  As rain from his eyes cover all to begin

  It cleanses your heart as life starts to win

  Now is the day for the light to shine through

  As the darkness is dead and the good has won you

  The deafening tones of hells remorse

  Cant over power the saints endless voice

  As tears from below turn into steaming bliss

  The tears from your soul are ending your abyss

  For all to bear arms is the call of the dark

  As the end is soon to show her face and embark

  Time will stand still when the tears are in form

  As the water on your cheek is the end of your scorn

  Refreshing your mind as the water runs low

  Replenish your heart while its white with its glow

  For not too long will turn itself black

  As the light from the rain with heed your luck back

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  The White Horse

 

 

  The white horse had just died a lonely death

  His rider was crucified as if he were the coming of the 2nd

  May the one who killed the innocent form of justice

  Be the one to carry the weight of grim until pressed

  The rider was sent on a mission to relieve the chosen one

  The one was chosen and brought to the black hill to wait

  He waited for you.....me.....us.....but we failed him

  We have not committed ourselves to the savior of good

  We have only one last chance to rid evil for before spilled blood

  If this is the chosen ones ways to allow us to view

  What we need to turn us away from the few

  For our lack of commitment and honor to the wise

  Left the white horse and its rider insure lifeless demise

  The one who killed the beast and his proud man

  Was the ones who will

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