WWIII

Anything goes. Previous writes, collabs, more than one entry, any length and any style.
Have fun with it.

This was my very first post, forgive the crude rhyming scheme.

                The rise of the kingmaker


        So began the master plan,his curse he set in motion.
             with develish stealth he took the wealth
                   the world was in commotion.  
 
              He was a friend to leaders all
        he pulled thier strings and made them fall
          he picked them up and made them crawl
 
        he whispered deciet in the ears of power
            trust and treatys became void
             the sane became the paronoid.
.
        As slow as the world turned the cross burned
            the cresent moon grew red with rage
            the stage was set,he stirred the nest
         he'll do his best,he will not rest
             until the worlds at war
 
 
          the nations of the crescent moon  
            turned on the land of david
      then entered in the stars and stripes
         they fought so hard to save it
 
    he claped his hands eye's wide with delight
       he loved the sight of a dirty fight
       the fear and hatered spread so fast
        peace nor love it could not last
 
       the world it fell to a stinking hell
         women and children sent to fight
           combat fell on all nations
            all creeds all stations
 
            then came the atomic rain
          pounding down again and again  
          city's fell and flesh burned
         no clemency, no lessons learned
 
          the kingmaker bathed in blood
     did what he could to prolong all battles
         humanity frothing at its mouth
          followed blindly like cattle
 

Epitaph For The World    (SP Summerscales)

Avalanches of time rocks gather
in ancient lime state flocks
as the violin sky unlocks
releasing its corrosive weather .

The spinning , burning
flaming , war fire ring
how long
before its man kinds last rite song
how long
before the final analogue dong
the sound of the eastern gong .

Oil, ticking
the toil
starts slicking
mad Colonels are sickening
upon this rock
we just wait for the wave of shock .

Separatists
terrorists
hostage holding
rebel fists
religious
unindigenous  
fundamentalists
sunburst colours crash through the mist
desert soldiers lie dead in the dust .

Broken bricks
burnt out wicks
a child stands crying in the eclipse
a world sits sighing
at TV's of blitz .
Vacant baby eyes
of sufferage
no yule tide surprise
at the orphanage .

An abandoned teddy bear
against a blood smeared kerb
a distant unclear
perturbed, smouldering Serb .
Artillery fire balls burning the air
in a glare
to sadden
Armistice or Armageddon
could it end or will it happen .

Freedom fighters
IRA bombers
semtex lighters
standing outside Harrods .
No more seas
and weathered rocks
ageing trees or building blocks
theres just the stagnant shattered faces
of a world and its dead clocks .

lepperochan said:This was my very first post, forgive the crude rhyming scheme.

                The rise of the kingmaker


        So began the master plan,his curse he set in motion.
             with develish stealth he took the wealth
                   the world was in commotion.  
 
              He was a friend to leaders all
        he pulled thier strings and made them fall
          he picked them up and made them crawl
 
        he whispered deciet in the ears of power
            trust and treatys became void
             the sane became the paronoid.
.
        As slow as the world turned the cross burned
            the cresent moon grew red with rage
            the stage was set,he stirred the nest
         he'll do his best,he will not rest
             until the worlds at war
 
 
            the nations of the cresant  
             turned to land of david
      then entered in the stars and stripes
         they fought so hard to save it
 
    he claped his hands eye's wide with delight
       he loved the sight of a dirty fight
       the fear and hatered spread so fast
        peace nor love it could not last
 
       the world it fell to a stinking hell
         women and children sent to fight
           combat fell on all nations
            all creeds all stations
 
            then came the atomic rain
          pounding down again and again  
          city's fell and flesh burned
         no clemency, no lessons learned
 
            the kingmaker bathed in blood
        did what he could to prolong all battles
           humanity frothing at its mouth
           followed blindly like cattle
 


I am a sap for any kind of rhyming.
I think this is a great fantastic write. Very strong and descriptive.

diddi said:Epitaph For The World    (SP Summerscales)

Avalanches of time rocks gather
in ancient lime state flocks
as the violin sky unlocks
releasing its corrosive weather .

The spinning , burning
flaming , war fire ring
how long
before its man kinds last rite song
how long
before the final analogue dong
the sound of the eastern gong .

Oil, ticking
the toil
starts slicking
mad Colonels are sickening
upon this rock
we just wait for the wave of shock .

Separatists
terrorists
hostage holding
rebel fists
religious
unindigenous  
fundamentalists
sunburst colours crash through the mist
desert soldiers lie dead in the dust .

Broken bricks
burnt out wicks
a child stands crying in the eclipse
a world sits sighing
at TV's of blitz .
Vacant baby eyes
of sufferage
no yule tide surprise
at the orphanage .

An abandoned teddy bear
against a blood smeared kerb
a distant unclear
perturbed, smouldering Serb .
Artillery fire balls burning the air
in a glare
to sadden
Armistice or Armageddon
could it end or will it happen .

Freedom fighters
IRA bombers
semtex lighters
standing outside Harrods .
No more seas
and weathered rocks
ageing trees or building blocks
theres just the stagnant shattered faces
of a world and its dead clocks .

You have painted a picture with your words very well. A really phenomenal write.

Thanks rachael you are kind to me

cheers Rachel!

I look out my door
see the world in dust
Ruins, fires, and death
Who can I trust
A gummy bear,
the size of an fridge,
chases a poor woman.
She meets her end
I grab my fork
And my hunting knife
Not sure whether to
run, eat, or fight
A gummy bear attacks me
I decapitate the thing
I then grab its head
And have a little treat

siphondarkness said:I look out my door
see the world in dust
Ruins, fires, and death
Who can I trust
A gummy bear,
the size of an fridge,
chases a poor woman.
She meets her end
I grab my fork
And my hunting knife
Not sure whether to
run, eat, or fight
A gummy bear attacks me
I decapitate the thing
I then grab its head
And have a little treat

Gummy bears, huh? Interesting. I like it, it is different.

raorrick said:[quote-58390-siphondarkness]I look out my door
see the world in dust
Ruins, fires, and death
Who can I trust
A gummy bear,
the size of an fridge,
chases a poor woman.
She meets her end
I grab my fork
And my hunting knife
Not sure whether to
run, eat, or fight
A gummy bear attacks me
I decapitate the thing
I then grab its head
And have a little treat

Gummy bears, huh? Interesting. I like it, it is different. [/quote]

Thanks

The Third World War

The warriors from the East
Shall trample the earth
With their mighty guns
The frenzy of bottled disgusts
Against power from the Western Realms
And their mighty circle
that sit around the round table,
Crests and crowns upon their shields,
They who know their statures
and prowess made them emperors
And warlords of the Earth
The air will be cleaved by anger
Translates in thunder, its might eager
To show sovereignty of the blue skies
Lightning shall they spew
Burning cities destroying empires
Scorching the land with fury
Billowing sails of ghosts ships
Lend valor to the crests of man
To push beyond their ken.

Thundering lightning of man’s ingenuity
From the land where almond eyed beauties
dwell, and poets with tinkling cymbals ponder
will ravage lands where robust man
of valor and their kinfolks thrive
on cities of silver,  carved of beauty
painted with tears of the conquered
They shall know the flight of their serfs
And drink the bitter waters of despair

The bid for supremacy
The race for the throne
The screams against heaven
The warrior cries for Asmodai
And millions who scream in the name
Of the Almighty, God the Creator
God is Great, God is Great!
Thunderous the war will be
Shaking its foundations to the core

The third wave of change
The third world war
Will come in a cacophony
Of sounds, sighs, cries, screams
Man-made blights from beakers
Will fight in silence
Against thundering missiles
Of anger and hatred
It will be done

The earth shall be a vast battleground
Blushing red in radars
Accompanied by black outs
The air fills with flying steels
Guided by angels in silent wings
And companions of thunder and lightning
will traverse the sky’s highway
destruction dropped on the earth below
In avid killing spree

When at last the war is done
The scythe man and his minions
Will shake their heads in consternation
For all have been reaped and thus
All sowed
They have done their best to clean
The earth of its discards
To replenish mankind
Let innocence take hold.
Again.

Earth at full throttle  

The world
an engine piston
shoving and shifting
compression , obsession
power in full comission .

Full forward traction
all for interaction .
Relaxation
high speed  jubliation
moving across
all of the nations .

Forgiven
well ridden
grudges  gone by
its time to use
and open  
your third eye .
Interceptive and objective
its time to be a little more
perceptive
or collective ,
interactive , less of the captive
a touch towards
a world more attractive .

Technology  
bad intentions
no apology
no comprehensions
what's the point of all
these interventions .

Combustion of internal
revving up of the infernal
nuculear powers ,
sky scraping towers
Taliban claiming to be muslim
but there cowards .

The modern world at war
one half winning
and their inforced law
the other one keeps spinning
each other they abhore
for f**ks sake
everyday I awake
and I just can't take
it anymore .

Grace said:The Third World War

The warriors from the East
Shall trample the earth
With their mighty guns
The frenzy of bottled disgusts
Against power from the Western Realms
And their mighty circle
that sit around the round table,
Crests and crowns upon their shields,
They who know their statures
and prowess made them emperors
And warlords of the Earth
The air will be cleaved by anger
Translates in thunder, its might eager
To show sovereignty of the blue skies
Lightning shall they spew
Burning cities destroying empires
Scorching the land with fury
Billowing sails of ghosts ships
Lend valor to the crests of man
To push beyond their ken.

Thundering lightning of man’s ingenuity
From the land where almond eyed beauties
dwell, and poets with tinkling cymbals ponder
will ravage lands where robust man
of valor and their kinfolks thrive
on cities of silver,  carved of beauty
painted with tears of the conquered
They shall know the flight of their serfs
And drink the bitter waters of despair

The bid for supremacy
The race for the throne
The screams against heaven
The warrior cries for Asmodai
And millions who scream in the name
Of the Almighty, God the Creator
God is Great, God is Great!
Thunderous the war will be
Shaking its foundations to the core

The third wave of change
The third world war
Will come in a cacophony
Of sounds, sighs, cries, screams
Man-made blights from beakers
Will fight in silence
Against thundering missiles
Of anger and hatred
It will be done

The earth shall be a vast battleground
Blushing red in radars
Accompanied by black outs
The air fills with flying steels
Guided by angels in silent wings
And companions of thunder and lightning
will traverse the sky’s highway
destruction dropped on the earth below
In avid killing spree

When at last the war is done
The scythe man and his minions
Will shake their heads in consternation
For all have been reaped and thus
All sowed
They have done their best to clean
The earth of its discards
To replenish mankind
Let innocence take hold.
Again.


I love how you write Grace. Good job!

diddi said:Earth at full throttle  

The world
an engine piston
shoving and shifting
compression , obsession
power in full comission .

Full forward traction
all for interaction .
Relaxation
high speed  jubliation
moving across
all of the nations .

Forgiven
well ridden
grudges  gone by
its time to use
and open  
your third eye .
Interceptive and objective
its time to be a little more
perceptive
or collective ,
interactive , less of the captive
a touch towards
a world more attractive .

Technology  
bad intentions
no apology
no comprehensions
what's the point of all
these interventions .

Combustion of internal
revving up of the infernal
nuculear powers ,
sky scraping towers
Taliban claiming to be muslim
but there cowards .

The modern world at war
one half winning
and their inforced law
the other one keeps spinning
each other they abhore
for f**ks sake
everyday I awake
and I just can't take
it anymore .


This is great! You put words together so well. Great job again!

Clash Of Hunt(ers)ington

Darkness      
     
inside the womb.      
     
ego screams(at)      
     
the light      
from the four corners      
of mother.      
     
     
     
But we,      
pray to prey      
upon the altar      
of      
horsemen (4);      
    pink mists      
    splashing      
       through      
    huma(ss)nity,      
    the torn skin of children      
       and      
    blood debts.      
     
The candle we hold      
burns the hands      
of the thirsty      
who warm their fingers      
over the light,      
and beg for water.      
     
We,      
who are the will of God  
become God(fell).