Manipulation

She walks in
Smiling wryly
Mouth full of unrealistic promises
She gets me hopeful
I forget my misery
Drink and jolly away in folly
Only to wake up to it
Thesame sad feelings
Thesame weight from thesame burden
I tear
I cry
I sincerely wish I die
Just when I'm about to give up
She walks in again
This time around with a new plan
A woman in the centre of it all
Only if I could bow
Take the vow
Then all my heart desires shall be brought to fulfilment
I foolishly oblige
Hoping it answers my plight
But I end up in a new fight
A new prison
In my house of pain
I remain
Helpless as ever before
Hopeless as never before
Cos women and poverty hardly go along
To hell with you miss
To hell with your golden promises
I tie the rope around my neck
Let me hang on this tree and be free
Again I feel the wind
Her presence teasing and taunting me
I fight back invain
She succeeds
I feel manipulated
I fluctuate
I sin
I plead
I win
I lose
I can't go on like this
I really wish to exit
But this mistress persist

When I'm disgruntled
Its no news
Its no use
The polity's silent
Everybody's calm

When you feel disgruntled
You twist your goal in my name
Sweet talk me into playing your dirty game
The polity's in violence
You make me destroy and maim

Last time you asked me to trust
I did you ended up robust
While here I am
In misery I still stand
Listening to you and your sugar-coated lies again

Looking for her,

the puzzle piece girl-

raspy voice salty sweet and spiced with pain,

smokey breath in emerald eyes.

You beg her to stay,

to bask in the scented sheets of her is magic, divine.

A gilded curl marks the closing kiss.

(good night.)

“Retribution for Someone Else’s Folly”
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Thief of hearts,
so disobedient,
so untrue, your
sickly muse enthused by
raw pleasure thirsts
in a desert drought,
drinking at an
oasis of delight.
Insipid refuge,
deserved
punishments of
torn skin,
whips cracked
with metal spikes,
opening stripes,
oozing crimson infection,
spreading pain to
all corners,
scarred senses,
payment for sins,
torturous
screams heard on
winds of justice,
dead echoes,
better than
the
Judas
Cradle.

A priestess is manipulated by her gods into becoming the mother of a terrible offspring indeed! This poem is about: "Ancient Aliens".

- Ancient Aliens -
An adventure into fear!

Part One – The Explorer’s Fate

Within the darkness black as is obsidian,
Cast off, by the ones who came down…
Forgotten by man, and forever forsaken.
Therein, came but a single solitary sound:
A scream, shrill and piercing as a shriek!
For an errant explorer had met his god…
Only to discover, all too late, how weak,
How frail is man before the Divine’s rod.
No mortal hands moved that old stone…
Which was worked to form an evil place.
But things not of all human flesh or bone,
For they were born in far distant space…
Brought to work for masters more awful.
Gods to some, but ones far from lawful!
Titans some called them, but such names,
Are fleeting, where burn immortal flames.

Part Two – Dweller in Darkness

Worship is sometimes born from horror,
From fear of that which is truly unknown.
So it was for that ancient, dead explorer,
Whose piety: into pure terror had grown!
The sealed door he had opened, curious.
One marked with symbols that did glow,
With energy that crackled so uproarious!
From unseen forces that thusly bestow…
Either, blessing or curse unto humankind.
And what of that which brought his end?
It waits there still, without tether to bind,
Its’ form, which in darkness must fend…
For it is the last of its’ kind, cast so low.
Its’ inhuman cries, true madness to sow!
The female of its’ species, it was mighty,
A goddess far different, from Aphrodite!

Part Three – The Bold Priestess

The ones who fashioned its’ cursed hide,
They watch in secret, waiting for an hour.
Eyes intent, where such beings do abide!
For they are aliens ancient in their power.
A priestess of an ancient faith long past…
Had come to the place, beyond the dark.
Her guide was the explorer who at last…
Fell to the thing to which none may hark.
She saw the creature and knew real fear,
But was wise enough to flee its’ grounds.
Unto the hidden place she so drew near,
Where the power of alien gods abounds.
She would put a stop to their cruel plans,
And banish them beyond all mortal lands.
But she was not prepared to so witness…
That which would leave her mad, witless!

Part Four – Domain of the Titans

She beheld them: titans on their thrones…
Seemingly dead in a stasis unfathomable!
Their minds were wiser than old crones…
Whilst their forms were far more terrible!
Melded to their machines, so grotesque,
That it was hard to tell, their true shapes.
The priestess called to them, to thus ask,
If they would leave this world to escape:
The deluge that was coming, to punish…
For gods warred and continents did fall!
Atlantis itself, would very soon, perish…
And so it was time to heed an older call.
One of the beings was moved to action,
By the plights of that condemned nation.
The engines of their craft, began to hum,
But one final activity needed to be done.

Part Five – The Watchers Depart

She felt its’ hand on her face grasping…
As tendrils of thought, entered her mind.
Answers to questions none were asking,
To her subconscious, thereupon to bind!
A fluid poured into her mouth unbidden,
Which at the time seemed only as water.
But there was more to it secretly hidden,
From even she, that so sacred daughter!
And long after the titans departed Earth,
She lingered in their halls, in the black…
For therein she changed, and gave birth:
Only to perish, torn from front to back.
Her child, the hand that slew her cruelly,
Waited for the next explorer’s fatal folly.
He and the female creature did breed…
When humans came, the aliens did feed.