RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

Nice write Rhymer!
Welcome aboard my friend! Ken

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

In duality, man sends,
descends, then demands
a reservation for buffoons.
Monsoons kill in admiration.
Protocal, determination,
are best left
for other occasions.
Then his philosophy
degresses,
man has dired, retired,
his ambient fire.

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

keep the blood spilling!

EvilPoems AKA Arvock

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

Thanks for Posting, we have our job cut out for us,

Alexia...

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

And im going to make your job worse!!!
I decided to try and make an Intro Poem for the Cause. here it is!

Welcome, to a brand new story
There have been poems of love, these are gory
Upon these pages crossed with blood and hate
Lives the new era of poem fate

Welcome brothers and sisters of old
Welcome dear followers of old stories told
Welcome back into the past and present
Welcome, all, to the malevolent

Here in the deep darkness rests our rhymes
Here in the darkness, bleeding for all times
We are here forever true
We are here, to bring evil to you.

These are the poems, life has rejected
These are the poems, of all demented
These are the poems, of blood
These are the poems, in these pages, they flood

change it, add to it, do whatever you like to it, its yours!

Evil Poems AKA Arvock

Last edited by EvilPoems 02-14-2010 at 01:52:27 PM

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

Hold You Cold

Under a bright cold moon.
I feel your cold touch.
I look into your blank eyes.
And see the cold stars.
Lying here next to you.
I still feel whole.
As you lay lifeless in the grass.
I hold your hand in mine.
My other hand lies in upturned earth.
I missed you so much.
But now you’re here again.
In my arms.
Beautiful and dead.
I hold you cold.
In the cold dark night.

Wes"Dark" Oakes '10

Please go and rate this too if you have a chance!!!

Last edited by Dark 02-27-2010 at 01:36:47 AM

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

Death Becomes My Light

My blood, thats all everyone wants
so sick of this shit, lies and taunts
everyday the same face, masquerade
time, endless, yet I fade

they make my stress grow, day to day
so fucking tired, of how they treat me that way
they killed my morals, I don't care for life
so now I come to school with a shotgun and knife

First one teases, justice is served
this is for the pain I never deserved
others see, and begin to panic
my knife met to the hilt of someone's stomache

fuck you all, now you beg and cry!
as I point my gun into your eye
you talk big with your friends near by
I don't belive your soul will fly

Justice, just like in days of old
Justice, from a mind, desperate, cold
Justice, God's light in silver and copper
Justice, as I serve a sentence, because I deliver!


Did you know I have thus far submitted 24 EvilPoems? O.o incuding this one. Blah, if this keeps up I'll need my own section! XD catch up guys!!!

EvilPoems AKA Arvock

Last edited by EvilPoems 02-25-2010 at 04:29:29 AM

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause Deeds of Undreamt Misery

A Scourge on the Earth:

Hear now the start of the art of born killers
They're raising the pulse in the heart attack thrillers
Not to their glory of gory filled shame
But hoping to end legacies branding our brains

Regret for the birth of the worthless humanity
Subscribing and thriving in world of insanity
They gaze upon life as a joy to see end
In affliction's addiction to do it again

We call to a hero unknown to our eyes
Justice flowing in veins and foreign to lies
Searching far beyond self to answer torn cries
He comes on mercy's wind so let vengeance begin
None escape pure judgment, but pay for gross sin

The Depraved and Their Deeds:

In a river of traffic, before sun’s light, glowing
Drive’s heart of disdainful, undiscovered: hate growing
In this reverie from darkest depths ne’er showing
Runs horrors imagination, sheer terror flowing

The glee by which they perform such deeds
Are foreign to us: from demon seed
To ply bent trade is their unjust need
As they pursue hotly, to destroy and feed

These are the wolves preying on lambs
Looking like us, reinventing old scams
Back to work one last day, crafting death’s plans
Don’t cross their path: or meet last demands

They are sinister ministers of prime defiance
The best joys of life are not of their science
To will unto others their virus-like ways
Stealing from innocence, ending life’s days

From evil filled solace, a laughter filled spree
Counting the ways of hellish degree
To mock all good virtue, ever lovely
Dispensing their gift of darkness for free
No heeding to the pleading cry for mercy

The call to such minds is the mystical voice
Compulsion to obey is the viable choice
Perspiration beads to skin’s surface, moist
Their will is abandoned to silence sweet noise
Of playful, carefree girls and boys

Always they move as slow shadows shifting
With nothing to offer, they call it a gifting
Whether for greed, lust or hate, grifting
In the sands of the mind, diabolical sifting

Whether as man or woman, is not of the matter
When the light shines upon them, always they scatter
Cockroaches running off the edge of a platter
The guise of their ruin is a time bomb disaster
But, in the eyes of a child, they’re the Mad Hatter

For vengeance plied or love decried
They wish to quell the ache inside
Some say there is no empowering pride
But the thoughts run rampant
To a vagrant tramp
In the convergence of evils’
Minion camp

The card to call through our ages
Has been the fall of all in rages
The torrid lust and full spent greed
Or the body’s habit: need for speed

On streets indiscreet, in London’s Whitehall
Jack the Ripper comes to call
For the whores he despised, surprised with gall
A knife blade used, he held in hand
But from his unworthy mind, he raped the land
Ushered morbid dread as had planned

Last edited by Marsink 03-01-2010 at 02:29:14 AM

RE: RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

RE: RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause Deeds of Undreamt Misery

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

Hey Bleeders! if you see any of my poems that i haven't thus far put up, just ask me to post them and i will (Heres a List of what i have posted already)

Demon Oath
Vampires
Vamperic Eurotica
Heaven or Hell
Blood Moon
The Graveyard
Disaster: Earth
The Birds
Vampyric War
Fire Flight
The Birth of the Pentagram
Sanguine Streams
Incrusted in Time
Fear
Dreaming of Dusk
The Angel, and the Demon
Time
Dark Oath Romance
Her
An Old Story
Fair Maiden's Song
Cold Crow the Slayer
Intro to the Cause
Death Becomes My Light

blah. so yeah, any others just tell me to post 'em

Forever Faithful
EvilPoems AKA Arvock

Last edited by EvilPoems 03-02-2010 at 05:37:52 AM

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause ( bleeding for the cause)

~Bleeding out for the cause~

Frozen thought ripped out of an icy cold heart,
Break through the darkness before the shadows,
Retreat to their space in there twilight hiding place.
My mind is hollow there is no light left,
Within what use to be me no longer lives.
They demons evoke me, and carve there,
Mark upon me from within my trapped,
Over taken charred renewed soul.
What use to be me has taken a final curtain?
The web of what was, and what is to be is,
Shattered like a broken window there is only,
Evil left inside of my tortured being all the,
Butterflies are burnt in there cocoons before,
They get the chance dry in the light and fly.
The darkness knows I am home, I feel the ones among,
Me as they whisper me into their demeanor of sin.
So I slither along waiting for the fires to take hold,
And burn what is left of my tainted existence of being.
I know longer care if my wings are made of feather,
Somehow I know deep within they will fly higher made of leather.
The simple pleasures of the dark illuminate me,
Like that of a jackal before he tears out the jugular,
Of his prey to make them into a part of his forsaken clan,
I welcome this and cradle it to my new found me!
The moon she knows my name and grabs the chants I,
Roast on the fires of my alter to grant me what I need,
Never looking back I feel the days dwindle into night,
As the light becomes dark in my new unearthly fight!
~Inkmaster~

BLOOD RAIN

There's a little goth club
on the south side of town.
A place where everybody goes
when the Sun goes down.
Featuring live entertainment
with some local stars.
Jammin' demon goth rock
on their electric guitars!

I was standin'in the doorway
scopin' the scene out.
Just trying to understand
what this place is about.
Started walkin' cross the floor
just when, to my surprise.
Felt like I was being hunted
wasn't really sure why?!

The guitar was screeching
To the beat of the drums.
As the singer was screaming
from the top of his lungs!
~ ~ ~
Blood Rain! - Blood Rain!
Let it shower - - Taste the pain!
Blood Rain! - Blood Rain!
Feel his power - - Praise his name!
Blood Rain!
~ ~ ~

There were eyes to the back of me
and eyes to the front.
So hypnotically inviting
I couldn't move or run!
They started to form a circle
in a hedonistic dance.
Anointing me in their pleasure
as they begin to chant!

~ ~ ~
Blood Rain - Blood Rain!
Let it shower - - Taste the pain!
Blood Rain - Blood Rain!
Feel his power - - Praise his name!
Blood Rain!
~ ~ ~

My head started spinnin' so fast
that I fell to the ground.
They all sadistically laughed
with such an evil sound!
They picked me up and put me
on a cold marble slab.
Bound, gagged and shackled
my limbs hurting so bad!

Lord Lucifer they summon
as they call out his name.
"We've brought you another soul
an offering is made."
And the Dark Priest comes forth
with his dagger in hand.
Cuts my heart out of my chest
and they begin to chant!

~ ~ ~
Blood Rain - Blood Rain!
Let it shower - - Taste the pain!
Blood Rain - Blood Rain!
Feel the power - - Take his name!
Blood Rain!
~ ~ ~

Oblivious

Don't think that I don't know -
What you're schemin' and what you're doin'.
I ain't no stupid blind-ass fool,
I know exactly who you're screwin'!

And I'll be damned if I'll let ya -
Treat me like a piece of shit.
No … I'm not that oblivious,
You're just a heartless Fucking Bitch!

Revenge is sweet my darlin' -
You'll need eyes in the back of your head.
Along with the prick you're ballin',
Because your both gonna wind up dead!

Ya, think I am an idiot -
pullin’ the wool over my eyes.
But little do ya know my Dear,
You're in for a helluva surprise!

Just when ya least expect it -
I'll smother ya with my affections.
And when ya let you're guard down,
I'll then have ya in my possession!

I'll tell ya I'm into 3-somes -
Watchin' ya really gets me off.
"Let's do it this Friday night, OK?",
And you'll fall for my vengeful plot!

Friday night arrives in style -
As we fall into our lust-filled bed.
Ya both sip the wine I provide,
And your lives soon come to an end!

Revenge is sweet my darlin' -
And poison, my weapon of choice.
Now who's the Oblivious one?,
Guess ... it’s my time to rejoice!

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause..( One for the homeless)

~Forfeit of the dream~

What has happened to this great land,
That use to belong to the common man?
What of all my forefathers dreams,
Have they all become lost forgotten scenes?
One out of six in our land go to bed hungry,
No longer loving another day coming!
The jobs that use to be more than plenty,
Are gone as the politicians keep on pretending!
What about the great American dream,
Is it forever lost in the in betweens.
What of the families without shelter,
Today for them seems more like helter skelter.
We pay our attentions to those in foreign lands,
And have forgotten how many here have empty hands.
We all once had held our heads up high,
Today these heads dropped covered by crying eyes.
The rich always seem to get richer,
While the poor have no heat and always shiver.
The mighty dollar is not worth a shit,
It wont even buy food for a little bit.
I am born a native of this once great land,
If only our President could find a simple plan.
How do we keep us a union of one,
Before this country unravels and comes undone.
I see what despair always reaps,
As I join my ranks without anything to keep or barter.
Somehow it needs to get better,
It feels like I am lost as my thoughts,
Grow bitter!
~Inkmaster~

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause...~Homeless in homelands~

~Homeless in homelands~

What of the homeless man?
Will he ever be offered a hand?
Today so many seem to suffer,
As I add myself to the list,
Of forgotten wonders.
The days seem like they,
Never will pass,
As only water sits now,
In my almost empty glass.
Work is a thought of long lost days,
I need to find some to,
lift this unbearable haze.
Its hard to find your way,
One nothing new always,
Gets in the way.
Time to start a new flow,
As I try to climb from this deep unfriendly hole.
I am sick, and tired of being down,
And I don’t much feel like being a clown.
The waters are no longer peaceful and calm,
As I feel myself start to ride the rapids down.
I use to cherish every minute of my life,
But now it all seems to be so strife.
All I ask for is a chance,
To find myself again in the dance!
Inkmaster

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause(A dark poem)

~Soulless journey~

Not given a soul as my journey begins,
Taken from the womb I arrived here with sin.
My destiny is carved upon my empty heartless soul,
As the hole in my chest is starting to grow.
My life comes through without a ending date,
Somehow I know this may soon seal my fate.
I’ve been here before as the baritones start to play,
I guess I am here again for another unlovely day.
The faces, and places are forever etched in my head,
Why did I have to come back and forget I was dead.
The seasons blast by as winter unwinds,
I now feel spring as my thoughts start to glide.
People often ask me where I can from,
So actually wonder if I know how to love.
I tell them that all I do comes from deep down,
As many whom know me always show there frown.
Lost in a land with a soulless, unforgiving fate,
Looking to sleep not come back any other date.
My heart pumps blood that I give to my friends,
The ones that forgive me and understand where I’ve been!
~Inkmaster~

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

The End Is Near!!!

As all shakes and crumbles around us, the TRUTH is also here in behind us. Wispering in our ears!!! So give not into fears!!!



-Wes '10



The Earth rumbles under foot.

Deep down, even under root.

Hard enough to change the axis’s of the Earth.

Shortening day, for night to take early birth.



Plates of rocks rubbed hard.

Underground so very far.

Man, woman, and children died.

Man, woman, and children cried.



Understand when the ground shakes and towers fall.

God our Lord and Savior is in control of all.

For He is, has, and will always be.

Controls all the earth and sea’s.



The ground quakes upon the earth all around us.

As buildings crumble there is only One to trust.

In Him seek your shelter and hope.

Or trust not and find Hell’s rope.



The END is near my friend!!!!

It’s right around the bend!!!!



Wes Oakes 03/03/10

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

Poet's Of Blood.........BLEED!!!


Dark

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

There Was Constant Throbbing

There was constant throbbing, my lungs
exhaling hot pain, clumps of blood leaking
from my eyes; the split in my forehead,
overly pungent with dripping brain matter
and bits of human lining.

My captor was sneering & looming over
me, dissatisfied that I wasn’t screaming.

She brought one of her twisted-faced dogs
into the room, flashing serrated upper teeth
and a razor-sharp mandible:

it kept leaping at me, only to be pulled back
by a thick, short chain.

Still, I didn’t scream or shake or cower.

Even more dissatisfied that I wasn't suffering
emotionally, my female captor yanked my left arm
straight-out, just enough for her wild-eyed beast
to reach my fingers — the horrible dog bit my
forefinger off, down to the hand knuckle;

my freaky captor grabbing it out of the animal’s
mouth, handed it to me, demanding that I write
a poem with it in my blood, yelling: “You are
a poet of blood, write a love poem TO ME!”

As weak as I was, I took my chewed-off finger
& wrote on a piece of paper: Fuck You!

My captor screamed into my bloody face,
a scream that sent her fierce-killer-dog into
hiding under a chair. She took a razor knife
from her back pocket and, ever-so-slowly,
cut my face-skin off of my head, and holding

my face-skin in her hand, began stuffing it
into my bloody mouth, and moving my mandible
up and down with her hand, made me chew and
then swallow my face, only to hear me whisper:
“That was delicious, is there more?”

Suddenly, I slumped over and bled to death,
never giving her the pleasure of hearing me
scream, beg, or cry for my life; all the while
her twisted-faced dog was lapping-up my
yellow brain matter and blood from the floor.

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

Deliciously Disgusting Dah

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

dah pleasure is mine, ken

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

Invitation

A starless night,
does speak to me.
Sad, unholy heart,
reveal yourself.
You are discovered,
bloody breath upon my neck.
You can not haunt,
who does not fear.
Lonely, bitter soul,
ask for anything.
An endless kiss,
will prove I will.

Last edited by KimberlySD 04-21-2010 at 09:09:46 AM

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

The Graveyard (New Ver.)

in an old church upon a hill
where kids go to seek a thrill
stands the monument, desperate totem
the dead rests around and beneath them

they say the dead start to walk about
eating anything soft or stout
few have seen and many have heard
but everyone has an opinion shared

one day many years ago
some crazy kids went up to throw
a party among the rotten tombs
beer and drugs lite up the moon

the cool breeze, dead leafs
bare trees, and dead things
as the teens danced to their favorite songs
fearing no one, not realizing somethings wrong

the dead rose form their graves and strode toward the dancers
drunk and high the teens didnt take notice of their new visitors
screams eruopted from the night as they all fell victem
their bodies were found deprived from flesh and eaten

the cultests unknown from the dead that were slayed
a mystery even beyond the eternal grave
many belive no human could have done this deed
police belive cultests did it with their unbreakable creed

the younger generation knew exactly whats true
some of the things they saw, if only the police knew
hikers and bikers there have vanished without a trace
the wicked dead swallowing souls setting the death count pace

the problem worsened when houses were built around it
police reports have never before been filled with such strange shit
and still people die, brave little children among them
their bones picked clean, foot prints all around 'em

walls went up to seal the old graveyard
some say to keep the dead in barred
some say otherwise, hey its up to you
take the dare, climb the fence, you'll know exactly whats true!

Last edited by EvilPoems 03-16-2010 at 09:04:18 PM

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

Hell, My Heaven

for those who like to kill and fight
for those whom hate sun and light
for those ever blessed by moon light
for those raised to sin, evil inside

for those whom heaven rejected
for those with satanic objective
for those who cast in others, fear
for those that love the evil thats near

for those that sing a sad song
for those that have lived for too long
for he whom killed for fame
for she whom whispered His name

for those who desire pain
for those who like to make others lame
for those that feel no reason to continue
for those loyally, satanically, true

for us, a heaven of eternal night
for us, and all whom not afraid to fight
for us, never swayed by heaven's light
for us, blessed with sin and blight

for me, a heaven made by fire
for me, a haven of everlasting desire
for me, a land of eternal darkness
for me, hell, my beloved loveless