Changing times are unknown
A new millennium full of hope
Inspired revelations
Spoken by divine inspirations
Foretelling the future
If misread becoming scary and dark
Demons of the past still haunting our dreams
We have not learned our lesson so it seems
Carrying the old ballast to a new century of time
Lizza©

Way back beyond medieval times
The world was said to be full of crime
Tax collectors fought over their bounties
Placing in pockets instead of the counties

Citizens struggle to make ends meet
Ready to succumb to the agony of defeat
Tired of just trying to survive
Some climb up the cliff to take a dive

Residents divided by economic class
Many now ready to unleash their wrath
On a government that is so corrupt
Peoples emotions are going to erupt

Even back then, objects scene in the sky
Did governments then also lie
The origin of which they say isn't known
From which of the galaxies have they flown

Let us learn from history
And avoid all the misery
Let our future not suffer in vain
Of past mistakes that brought such pain
mwm-44(now45)©

The skies reflecting fire's glow...
reveal the crafts of fantasy.
Ships and fish, half bird and craft...
defy the laws of gravity.
While down below the village burns
the knowledge of the past.
Lost to folly's madness...
their destiny is cast.
Nearby, the huddled few,
frenzied in their haste.
The wealthy and the beggar...
not one is left who's chaste.
Their fate draws near upon them
as they grab possessions cherished.
Blinded by their greed and lust...
each one of them will perish.
Linda2001©

You stumble upon a land unknown
Big and wide your eyes have grown
Trying to take in the entire scene
So unlike any place you've ever been
A man with the snout of a pig
An owl has made a nest of his wig
Beggars and traders find their own space
In this odd and unusual marketplace
Fire blazes not far away
As the people go about their day
Animals mingle within the crowd
Creating such a confusing sound
It seems to surround you from all sides
While the fish boat waits for the incoming tides
You have entered a giant melting pot
And mixed up fairy tales is what you've got
Little Bo Peep and her missing sheep
The three little pigs and men in wigs
Billy Goat's gruff and if that isn't enough
Little gnomes and their rooted homes
Monkeys in a barrel, blind mice running feral
All grouped together and mixed about
Of confusion there is no doubt
As you shake your head and try to see
All the tales that have come to be
Shadow Whysper©

Many  years ago laws and rules had been written down
Directions were given to one and all to set life in order
From the fatal apple bite till now there  has been good and  evil
Right and wrong
Some people really seem to hear from GOD and walk the
Righteous path leaving a  trail of peace  and love as they go
Their light always showing the way
Others sow  confusion and chaos  demanding righteousness
And  respect not even knowing that what  they are leaving behind is
Pain and  destruction along the way
Dogma  seems to be the  flavor of the day and forgetting it is
Far better to give than receive
They hurry on  hurting others to justify their own deep hurts inside
No one but you can choose your path
Your choice is YOUR  choice
Search your heart
Seek YOUR own way
And remember
Love true Love
Is to lay down your desires and wants
So as  to allow your brother to be happy
For then and only then will   peace and  joy
Be your  companion and guide......
Lady Valor©

The fire's burning,
while darkness spreads.
Chaos is turning,
we'll have their heads.

Sensibility is no more,
insanity has come to rule.
Corrupting to the core,
making wise men fools.

There is no place to run,
there is no place to hide.
Chaos has begun,
and it's one hell of a ride.

Fish with saddles?
Men with snouts?
Just think of the battles,
that will come about.

Let the fires burn,
let the darkness spread.
If chaos must turn,
then off with its head!
Epic Myst©

We come from all over, the day had finally come....
To eat, play and dance, was all it was for some...
But for you and I, we know it may be our last chance at Love..
The ones we were with, know nothing of our choice....
If they only knew our dreams, and what god knew from above..
We stole glances and listen for each others voice....
Do we dare risk all that we now know...
Or stay where we are, knowing we will never grow....
Everyone talks the same, yet they are not in our game....
Even though our lust has never touched..
Our souls have intertwine, and made love, we know this much..
This is our clan, and we will be outcast..
But without you my love my heart my soul will never last...
Is this really the gathering of our clan..
Or is it for our two souls that god has planned...
Life Warrior©

fires blaze
lights the sky
homeless families
infants cry
senseless bickering
while battles rage
tyrants strive
to run the stage
haunting scenes of
famished kinsmen
empty pockets
no more gleeful singing
unraveled dreams
scattered carts
senseless bickering
broken hearts
voices shout
though nothing's said
empty tables
no one fed
images that haunt
though eyes won't see
is there a solution
to war's misery
MiNN1©

As the demons played
Their games.
Homes were left
Wasting
In flames.
As the people became
The game.
Frenzied screams broke
Quickly off
In death's name.
As the mutated
Beasts
Continued their feast
Of destruction
On the weak.
You could hear
The cries
Growing
From the cathedral
That remained
Standing
Though severely frayed
By the dominion
Of Satan
The faith in those
That stayed
Within the sphere
Of the Savior
Sustained
And their prayers
Carried
By the sailing birds
Sent from heaven
Were answered
By the subtle sound
Of laughter.
Night Scribe©

As i pick up my brushes,
 and organize my paints.....
  I can't help but feel a little bit nervous.
You see, the cardinal wants something majestic,
 something noble...
  something that will set this church apart from the rest.
Ha! Who does he think I am,
 Michael Angelo....
  but then again, I suppose that I could be.
The first brush stroke is always the hardest,
 where to begin....
  what to paint.
Usually the canvas calls to me,
 telling me what to paint...
  and the color and textures to use.
But, alas, not to-day,
 to-day there is nothing....
  just like the last 3 weeks.
Outside of these walls,
 I can hear the distractions....
  the kids, the farmers, the buyers, and the sellers.
As I listen to them,
 inspiration strikes.....
  like a lightning bolt from Heaven,
I see the images grow and form.
Quickly I begin to paint,
 with a flurry of movements, and a feverish pace....
  the painting begins to take on life.
I see the picture in my mind
begin to take it's place on the canvas,
 I hear the flurry of brush strokes....
  and I can smell the paint as it becomes part of the whole.
Wiping the sweat beading on my furrowed brow,
 I begin to notice the panorama of colors taking shape.....
  oh, this is good... this is very good.
As the painting is nearing completion,
 I take, at last, a long hard look....
  maybe I am a Michael Angelo, I think to myself.
Just then the cardinal walks in,
 with his entourage of priests....
  him and his pompous swagger....
he and his overbearing presence.
As he nears, I bow humbly,
 and step away from my masterpiece....
He looks at it studiously....
He cocks his head at an angle.....
He looks more intently....
and then....
He laughs!
crple©

As we search our lives,
we seek the answers,
to hold our secrets,
for nothing is truly secret.

As we seek forgiveness,
we only hope we don't head this path,
But walk a path,
of absolute serenity.

We long for the truth,
for they say,
the truth will set us free.
for which we truly seek.

In this picture,
we see madness, tyranny,
destruction.

In this picture,
we see forgiveness,
endless possibilities,
and endless roads with nothing but,
friendly people.

So we ask ourselves,
as we stare at the endlessness,
of both sides...

Where the hell is Waldo?
rnf120©

The captain stood on the deck of his ship
Admiring the grand city walls
The decree from the church he read once again
Proclaimed that this city of sin must fall
He studied his men who stood at their posts
An armada of twelve his command
Who laid down their lives without any question
For the wishes of what the church may demand
He then turned to the city and asked for forgiveness
He'd been given this charge many times before
He knew hundreds would die and thousands would cry
Before the city itself stood no more
So with god in his heart and the bible in hand
He thrust his sword to heavens high
Then cut through the air in one swift motion
Giving the orders to let death fly
The serenity of the calm was shattered at once
As the cannons spat forth fire and thunder
And fire and lead rained from the sky that day
And the city lay crumbled, exploding asunder.

Inside their city, mothers huddled over their children
Taking cover from the death that was knocking outside
Sheltering themselves in the darkest of corners
Wherever they found just enough room to hide
Unfortunate were those who took to the walls
The first to meet death and defeat
And during their escape the rest soon follow
As the armada fired upon their retreat
The wounded and maimed screaming in agony
Praying it would soon come to an end
And as irony would have it, this god that they pray
The same as the armada's from which they defend
So with the city on fire, its buildings in ruin
Those who still can, flee for their lives
Only to be hunted by the armies outside
Charged with the orders of taking those who survive
The armada now quiet, its munitions exhausted,
Settled back as the cannon smoked cleared
And now the only sound that echoed aloud
Came from the screams and the cries out in fear

And safe in new temples far from the city
The church out stretches its arm
Offering shelter to those who would ask it
Under the guise of religious charm
And in masses they strode on wagon and horse
Dragging their riches behind
Like some grand parade of disgusting deformities
And immoral spectacles of every kind
The hungry, the wounded, the deformed are scorned
And given only one chance to be free
By kissing the ring on the bishop's hand
While repenting their sins upon one knee
And in its arm. the church embraces the fold
While the other is found in their pockets deep
Saving their souls from evil temptations
While at the same time the riches they weep
And In the end it wasn't for god the city was ruined
Under the blaze of the armada's fire
No it wasn't the struggle of good over evil
But for the expansion of the church's own empire.
Sputter Toad©

The city burned,
Destruction came.
The world would never
Be the same,
But man remained oblivious.

Temptation and greed,
They did abound.
The devil prized
This hell he'd found,
Yet man was still oblivious.

Ugly creatures
Reared up their heads.
Their spewing evil
Quickly spread,
While man watched on oblivious.

As the stricken died
And the hungry starved,
Man hid safely
In the niche he'd carved
And blindly he stayed oblivious.
KathyK©

Bedlam extending massive spans
Upheaval on every hand
Rapacity from enclosed walls
Callousness to destitute calls

Voracity eating away
Gluttony's worldly golden sway
Burning desire of carnal lust
Commanding loyalty , trust

Pandemonium's trumpet roar
Thunderclaps rumble within shore
Apocalypse manmade dream
Covetousness secular scheme

Anarchy was it in God's plan
Lawlessness, disorder, mayhem
Or manmade cataclysmic rules
That encompasses dismal fools
gigi041©

Darkness entrapping Man's salvation
Behind crumbling walls of civilization

Lost are the souls that have been left bare
Corrupted by the rich man's hungry warfare

Deep in the dark, God's images hidden
Spiritual growth & prayers forbidden

Naked souls perched on sanity's ledge
A peaceful ending is what they pledge

Famine & poverty, corruption & crime
Alien creatures, no longer Mankind

Rotting fruit bursting, rivers run red
Wisdom flying, right out of Man's head

The enslaved serving platters filled with hope
Ignored by the wealthy, the greedy, the Pope

Their dark tunnel vision, left without sight
Refusing to envision a life full of Light

Let the babbling tower fall on our head
For if this is Life, we're better off dead
emmarie©

The day is done I put my soul to rest
and visit dreamland in my nightly quest
that nightmare fairyland of twisted fate
where I am but an uninvited guest

Swan bombers reek destruction from the air
the sweat upon my face shines in the glare
the king and queen of fairy folk sip wine
and chat with merchants as they show their ware

Fat fairy fish boats float upon a pond
the queen orders desert of which she's fond
as fairy buildings burn in smoky hell
with pounding heart I seek to break the bond

The nightmare holds me tightly in his grip
and puts me in a burning swanboat ship
the flames of Hades scorch my blistered skin
which splits and comes apart from brow to hip

The silent scream that echo's in my head
the covers twisted round me in my bed
the nightmare shakes me once and lets me wake
then smiles and says ”Remember what I said”

“I own your soul and when you sleep my dear
then I will come and fill your heart with fear”
as he dissolves within the light of day
I'm left with but the memory of his sneer

I draw the drapes and greet the golden shine
when will I learn that I must walk the line
I have been such a sap
I hate that nightmare crap
and never more will I drink BEER with WINE
Sir_Sun©

This is where the wicked grew.
A area where the sky never turned blue.
Where rules seemed to display a wild stench.
The main character surrenders,
he no longer moves an inch.
The men and women here deploy
their love to the ground.
No more, no less.
Their ignorance will be found.
This time might change, yet it still exist.
Some character welcomes you
into remind you of the bliss.
cluewall©

darkly visions drift
entering the mind.
revealing what lies hidden
the sins of humankind.
is this just a warning
a presentiment sign;
or a memory preserved
a judgement of time.
twisted are the images
contorted are the meanings.
between heaven and hell
divinity and insanity;
razor's edge is walked
by all humanity.
der_girlo©

I cant wait for school to start and then show and tell
For of the dinner party my parents went, I must tale
There was a burning roomer but no one was hurt
Though my dad said the roomer could cost him his shirt
I hear my mother say that at the party it was like a zoo
I guess that is why there were so many animals there too
Mr. Johnson's a pig, Tony is a rat and Nancy a cold fish
Sounds like a great party and to have been there, how I wish
I'm not sure who the magician was but I think it was Mac
because dad said he made and ass of himself with a wise crack
Some of the tricks he did must have been a wonder to behold
He cursed a blue streak and said something off color I was told
Some guy wanted my parents to ride in what my dad called a boat
But dad said no because the guy flies and he just wanted to gloat
I heard them say it was no ivory tower cause the kingdom was crashing
Seems they cut off the head and the body wont stop its thrashing
Bear1Mage©
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