Celer, Silens, MortalisI creep through the underbrush, dark and quiet,Celer, Silens, Mortalis4 years ago in Settings More Like This
With no moonlight there is nothing to see.
I'm not really there; the sentry's eyes playing tricks.
My teeth flash in the night, my own eyes shining: anticipating.
The rain drives in anger, he strains to see what is not there,
I can promise he will find nothing in the brush.
A silent question is asked... Will he live past midnight?
He doesn't know... the Reaper's already signed the man's death warrant.
He closes his eyes for a second, opened and there I am,
Standing in the foliage, but blink and I'm gone.
What the fuck was that; panic... it's written all over his face.
The smell of fear just leaked into the air.
He knows he's committed terrible acts against humanity,
He knows there will be a man that comes for him,
He knows that man will claim his life to avenge his victims,
He knows his prayers to his deity will not be met... God has turned away.
Recruited by the Reaper,
Papers signed by the Higher-High,
Endorsed by Hercules and Sp
When I Was LittleWhen I Was Little5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I was little I did not care,
For the thousands of you struggling out there,
So here is to you,
You beautiful souls.
When I was little I did not know
In your world full of nightmares you continue to grow.
When I was little I did not see
Such trembling lips as they uttered your plea.
When I was little I could not believe
How you kept on struggling on days we didn't grieve?
When I was little how could I have known
Your contagious laughter was a sight to behold.
When I was little I would never have guessed
That with such delicate wings you have been blessed.
When I was little I could not feel
How much your weak smiles really reveal .
So tell me, my child, how do you strive
To live each day just to survive.
Your innocent strides will take you far
For in Gods eyes you are the star.
So soar to the heavens with your fragile soul
And there before the gates we will count your toll.
Because when I was little I didn't dare to dwell
That while I live in heaven you live in hell.
So here is to y
What is it about sunsets...What is it about sunsets...4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm sitting on the meadow, on top of the small, green hill. I was setting-up my tent, but the sudden silence in the air made me stop and sit on the grass. Everything around me started turning into dark shapes against the green, turquoise sky. A small, barely visible crest of the young Moon rose up, just above the horizon. the Sun was long gone, but its traces were still painting the sky in that wonderful, sunset mixtures of colours impossible to reproduce to capture in any way. The colour of the sunset sky is much more than just about the sky itself. It is about the stillness in the air, the soft, tender breeze; muted sounds in the distance and that inevitable feeling that another day is passing by. It might have been a great day, full of joy and things we love. We might have spent that day in our favourite city, on top of our favourite mountain or in the arms of the loved one.
It could have been a hard day, God knows life offers plenty of those too. Work, people, deadlines and everyda
I'm EvilGo ahead and say it;I'm Evil9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm attracted to men;
I've committed a sin.
Go ahead, I won't deny it;
Yes, I have sinned,
Time and time again.
Go ahead and say it;
I don't give in to your wants,
or give into your taunts.
Go ahead and scream it;
I don't live up to Christ;
I'm not always right.
Go ahead and whisper it;
I'm not just like you,
so pure and true?
What you don't know,
is I pray every day,
and God paves my way.
I'm evil ... to you.
What you don't see,
are the people I help,
and the things that I've felt.
I'm evil ... to you.
What you don't do,
is reach out to the lost,
who you give your frost.
I'm evil ... to you.
Go ahead and see it,
for the one finger pointed at me,
toward you there points three.
We're evil ... to you.
Go ahead and admit it,
something is amiss,
if you judge me on this,
then you're evil too.
Go ahead and accept it.
I'm not so bad as you think.
You're not so good as you think,
and who are we to judge, who's evil?
Human...Human...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This world is so pure, so beautiful and flawless. Everything has its place, purpose and meaning. Everything is interconnected and all life somehow fits. The trees around me, bending their branches in the wind; their song perfectly fitting for this warm, late summer evening. The crickets joined in the lullaby with perfect ease, with no effort or even thought behind it. It just fits.
The wind itself moves and shifts, slows down or stops completely with perfect timing. Birds fly over my head with fluid motions, mimicking the invisible waves of the wind. The very last rays of light of this day bounce and reflect of everything, as if kissing the world and everyone in it goodnight. Clouds, like gentle giants of the sky, move gracefully towards the North, following some unknown path; playing their part. A lake in front of me glimmers, sharing the sunlight, multiplying it in all directions.
Everything here has its place.
Everything here is perfect, except me, with my thoughts, wishes, expectat
Government Healthcare: Fact and FictionGovernment Healthcare: Fact and Fiction3 years ago in Settings More Like This
As we all know, Obamacare is expensive and will not come cheap. When she was speaker of the house, Nancy Pelosi claimed that we would pay "ten year" costs of $940,000,000,000.00 which as far as I am concerned is already very expensive. However, is that the real story? You will surprised to find out that it is not. For several reasons the Democrats' costs do not match up to the real cost. The CBO (Congressional Budget Office) found that Obamacare may cost around 2.5 to 3 trillion dollars in the first ten years alone and costs would continue. In the current system, 1.1 trillion dollars is spent to assist medicare, but that is not enough to cover Obamacare so only two options can happen; raise the debt or raise taxes. For more information I will place a link on how the CBO found this out.
On my previous essay on Obamacare, one or two people commented saying that the United States of America was ranked 37 in a list of 191 countries. This list was done by the WHO (World Health Organization)
Ghosts of EmpireGhosts of Empire4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fortis Roma! Brooding still,
Upon old Palatine Hill!
Ghosts of the Empire, scowling down
With grim and disapproving frown,
At the modern, soft and silly
Descendants of Ancient Italy!
"Where are your Legions?" the phantoms shout,
Charging down in a ghostly rout--
They cannot see that times have changed,
Imperium forever disarranged!
Ave et Vale! thou angry host
Of stern and severe Roman ghosts!
Rest in peace and dream of war,
In your Empire that is no more...
Moderates, chose your side.There are two types of Christians. The first type believes that the stories in the Bible are historically true, and have actually happened. These Christians are very common (especially in the USA, where they are the majority). These are the Christians that I (and most other Atheists) are especially trying to reach, because they often harm others with their believes.Moderates, chose your side.3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The second type of Christians believe that the stories in the Bible (like Genesis) are not meant to be taken literally, and are simply parables or metaphors. These Christians are quite common, but to a much less degree than the other type of Christians. While these Christians are often not fundamentalists, they are quite annoying in their own way.
The reason these kind of Christians are so annoying is because they usually target Atheists instead of other Christians, even though they often agree more with Atheists than with other Christians. They accuse us of taking the Bible literally, and try to make us look just as ignora
The Gorgon's GazeThe Gorgon's Gaze5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What color were Medusa's eyes?
No living man can tell,
Who heard the hiss of her snaky hair
Before he looked on Hell...
Nor was Medusa one, alone;
THREE Gorgons lurked in that pit
Surrounded by statues, petrified
Before they could scream "OH, SH--"
Three shapely, scaly bodies writhe
In weird, seductive dance...
Three hissing voices, whispering
"You haven't got a chance..."
Was Perseus brave or just plain dense
To go into their lair?
I don't believe that he was real;
Medusa is still there...
Viper's Fury - Chapter 1Viper's Fury - Chapter 15 years ago in Settings More Like This
U.S. Interstellar Marine Corps, Forward Operating Installation SMMC Micheal P. Barrett
Interstellar War I, Argo-Vela Constellation Combat Zone - "Op. Untamed Fury", Vibora Report
Interview with Capt. Jamie Pearson, Staff Sgt. Larry Jones, PO1-SWO Gordon Boudreaux
Reporter - Craig Freeman, CNN-BBC News Affiliate
Recorded Data Archives, 2095.11.10, Nova-VII
Three Naval Infantry soldiers, two Marines and a Navy SEAL, walked the United States Interstellar Marine Corps, FOI SMMC Michael P. Barrett Walk of Remembrance. I quietly followed their march around the barracks, through the fields and onto the shiny black deck where memorials were placed for Marines both missing- and killed-in-action during the First Interstellar War.
Around the base, groups of recruits were being run right into the ground by their drill instructors as they chanted cadences from the Marine Corps years' past. The drill instructors barked the cadence lines and recruits sung along.
"A-lo right, a-lo right la
The balad of the Last CentaurThe balad of the Last Centaur6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Ballad of the Last Centaur
I looked to the stars but I never could trace
What on earth had become of the rest of my race
I concluded that I was the last of my line
With the trunk of a man and the rest equestrine.
Two hearts beat within me, below and above
In a solitary thing with no other to love,
so I kept to myself in the wood's dappled shade
and I hunted alone with my bow and my blade.
One day there came a sound, the coarse voices of men
who had come to the wild, passing close to my den;
And a hostage they had- the fair child of a lord-
Whom they'd taken, forsooth, to demand some reward.
And it troubled me much when I heard their chief say
what they would do to her, should her father not pay,
And the next thing I knew my straight arrow was flying-
The brute was unhorsed and down in the dirt dying;
I seized then my chance and at them I was rushing
Somehow wielding a branch, skulls and helmets for crushing.
My crude cudgel whirled, and my front hooves they flailed
kicking and wind
Revenge...Revenge...4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The villains of Literature love to devise
Elaborate snares for a victim's demise;
They all gloat with bombastic, sadistical glee,
Allowing the hero ample time to flee!
But when I'm encompassing an enemy's doom,
I keep it simple: brick them up in a tomb!
For Poe's "Cask of Amontillado" says it best:
Strike your foe where he lives, and ignore the rest!
Always be friendly, courteous and polite
As you savor your victim's despair with delight;
Let them know that they willingly entered the trap,
With no one to blame but themselves--oh, snap!
And before you slide the last brick in the wall,
Tell them this as the dark covers them like a pall:
"No revenge so complete as forgiveness, my friend!"
Let them contemplate that as their worthless lives end...
Pagan PyreYou claim we are all born in sin!Pagan Pyre4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lost without your shepherds crook!
Blind to the light you claim to spread!
Through sword and flame, you forced us to kneel!
Branded heathens and made to serve!
Thought us lost to ages past!
But flames of the old souls still burn bright!
And within our hearts,they shall never fade!
Burning steel and earthen prayer!
Summer winds and cleansing rains!
Shall stand the test of time eternal!
Heathen, Pagan, these names we bare!
And shall fight till the flames of the pyre lick our flesh!
The Monsters of Green EnergyThe Monsters of Green Energy3 years ago in Settings More Like This
First off, please note that I am NOT anti-green energy. I think it can help us from relying on pollution from sources like coal, but I will explain my solutions later in the essay. I want to first talk about what we should not use as green energy. There are two sources that I call the monsters of green energy. What are these two? Wind and solar energy.
Allow me to explain wind turbines first. Wind turbines use the wind to made us energy. Sounds clean right? Did you know that wind turbines need a constant input of electricity to keep the blades moving in low wind? So already you need an alternative source. They are also very expensive to repair and are in some cases inefficient to run.
Believe it or not, but wind power was used an thrown away over a hundred years ago. It was a new invention in the late 1800's and early 1900's but it did not simply do its job: make energy. When we turn a light on we expect it to be on until we turn it off, but you are not guaranteed that with
She Saw The Ancient Battalions...She Saw The Ancient Battalions...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the timeless Time before e'er Time began,
A Nymph gazed upward from the refuge of her rocky pool
And beheld the War in Heaven, where war should not exist;
Vast ranks of Seraphim and Cherubim, wings of flame
And swords that burned like Ice and Iron, ranged countless
Across the sky's blue vault--Michael the Archangel, Captain
Of the Host, blazing with white-gold wrath, led his legions
Against the proud and colorful pomp of Lucifer's armada!
Breathless the nymph gazed upward, her innocent beauty stained
By all the fire and smoke of the battle on High---holy feathers,
Plumes of Faithful and Rebel Angels alike, came falling down,
Swirling on indifferent breezes, twirling down to rest
Upon the crystal waters of her pool, to which her tears added,
Dropping unheeded from her large eyes, never blinking
As she watched the War rage on...Lo!
The ranks of the Arrogant broken, like shooting stars the legions
Of the Damned do fall--Lucifer, blazing red as blood,
Screaming hate and defiance, in hor
Elegy on Antinous...Elegy on Antinous...4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I ponder the fate of a Bithynian lad,
Antinous by name, a beautiful boy
Who caught the eye of a Roman Emperor--
Hadrian, a temperate ruler, sober, modest,
Philhellenic in his tastes; a lonely man
Who saw perhaps in this exquisite youth
The youthful joy he had never known...
They traveled the Empire together,
Hadrian delighting in the wonder he saw
In the eyes of his young companion
To whom the Emperor showed the world;
All saw that Antinous was Hadrian's favourite
--O, venomous jealousy of an Imperial court!
Is that what happened in Egypt
When 19-year old Antinous drowned in the Nile?
Some said he sacrificed himself
In imitation of the cult of Osiris,
Or simple accident...I wonder!
Are there accidents in an Emperor's entourage?
Poor old Hadrian wept, heedless of his courtiers' contempt:
"An Emperor should not show such unmanly grief
For a mere Bithynian pretty-boy!"
Cruel servants! Cannot Hadrian be human, too?
What clearer measure of love than this,
That the sad Emperor
FallFire, fire in the skies.Fall4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Only seen by lying eyes.
Men of cloth call to the crown,
Then fleece our eyes with woolen gown.
Preach the end of days is near,
All in the name of fear.
Fools flock to their call,
Only to see their prophet's fall!
The Mantra of the LairThe Mantra of the Lair6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I sleep with one eye open here
Upon this bed of gold and jewels
That greedy knights would try to steal---
Fat, iron-plated thieves who roast deliciously
In the heat of my fiery breath.
The Saga of Varda AstaldoThe Saga of Varda Astaldo5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
SILENCE! Hear you now,
A tale of gods and titans,
Horrible powers of darkling chaos, hammering
Earth, sky and water, until the vaulted heavens
Tumbled into the Deeps---
The entire Cosmos shuddering, on the brink of ruin,
Until She came forth, unsheathed
Her sword, and started swinging---
Varda Astaldo, exalted and valiant, her fiery copper tresses
Blazing in the gale;
Goddess of battle, bane of dæmons,
Smiting gods and monsters in her fury, putting
All to flight!
Stalwart heroine, semi-clad in armor, heedless
Of hell-fire and howling maws
Filled with bloody fangs--Gormegil she swung,
Sword of Horror, forged by Cyclopes from star-shot
Iron; each stroke of Varda's blade sent monstrous heads
Flying from scaly necks! Into the ranks of chaos
The Valkyrie charged, her blue eyes blazing as she slew
Great Cthulhu himself---sent that monster plunging
Into the abyss. Nor did she stop there---
Gathering her strength, Varda attacked again,
Simple Simon met a horror going to the fair...Simple Simon met a horror going to the fair...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Simple Simon met a Whateley,
Going to Arkham;
Says Simple Simon to Young Whateley,
Shall you draw a pentagram?
Says Young Whateley to Simple Simon,
Show me first your Necronomicon;
Says Simple Simon to Young Whateley,
Indeed I have not any theologoumenon.
Simple Simon went a-wishing,
For to catch a Yog-Sothoth;
All the ectoplasm he had got,
Was in Lavinia baby behemoth.
Simple Simon went to look
If barn houses were so empty;
It licked his tentacles very much,
For poor Simon was so crunchy.
Utter Lunacy...Utter Lunacy...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is the true story of Luther Weems,
A shy and troubled man, afflicted
With paranoid schizophrenia,
He was also an artist quite gifted;
The doctors at the asylum agreed
To let him outside the grounds
And paint glorious landscapes
of the countryside around...
He wished to paint a night-scene
Called "Full Moon O'er The Valley"--
But grim Fate came for Luther Weems
As he wielded his brush that night;
A shaggy gray shape charged at him
Whilst his shrink ran off in fright!
Imagine the dread of a normal man
At the sight of a slavering werewolf:
To a man prey to hallucinations of dread
Such an encounter might strike him dead
Before ever a fang or a claw could strike--
But Luther, with a yell, grabbed his easel
And fought, though he screamed in terror at the fiend;
The monster was cheated of murder, though he bit
The flailing madman in the knee!
So Luther returned, much perturbed, to his cell,
Where his leg healed with uncanny speed...
But the following night, as the moon rose once more,