destruction

The Seed

in what dark recesses of torture remain

exists a dreaded seed for us to obtain

to keep us sane and deliver us from evil

so goes the creed of an everlasting people

 

unending doubt resonates to be

impermanance rooted in an everlasting dream

scarcity of hope glimmering in dusk

prevention of fortune in a world of luck

 

forever told from stories past

eerily reminiscent of perpetual task

systems of new destroyed wisdom once known

for all apart of a world unsown

 

grimmace and malice plagued once more

in dire times that conjured vile scorn

but it was hope that was given once last chance

now grows a tree from the seed of our past

Humanity's Fire

Long ago man started a fire,

it was small, tiny, on the brink,

but it kept burning, smoldering,

until it found new sources to grow.

 

It grew slowly, consuming more,

exponentially larger, grander,

man marveled at its creation,

that could destroy so much. 

 

It begins to consume man,

and man begins to fight it,

Frantically, full of panic, 

piling water onto it.

 

But so many men love the fire,

they deny its hand in consuming others,

that it is a myth so others will smother out

their greatest invention that gives them so much

 

power.

 

For those who can direct the fire care not,

whether it consumes an ant or an aunt,

because it gives them control over all,

those who fight it are condemned.

 

The condemned have outgrown the not,

but fire is a mighty foe that has grown vast,

it unlocks now for itself more raw material,

the extinction of many species trivialized. 

 

Mass extinction by fire. 

 

Will the new stewards halt the progress?

Or is too much consumed that now

the smoke and soot will bury them?

Slowly, the condemned become the saviors. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A quick write. It's a bit on the nose but whatever. 

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Self Destruct

Folder: 
Self Loathing

What lies in mind

Are but dreams; rising

A growing wave

An eager uprising                                                                    

What I know

And the differences; believed

Cuffing these hands                     

From possibilities achieved.

What I foster

Are but lightbulb fields; glowing

Never to be picked

Upon my table; showing

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The Coming

Folder: 
Dark

The world set in darkness

The coming evil slithers round

Vulnerability swells to bid

Destruction boldly sounds

 

No moon to light the lane

A path lay unguided

Anxiety breathing heavy

Force our strengths; united

 

A deathly hunger thrives

Consuming where it treads

Leaving only trampled meat

Blood like fire spreads

 

A wickedness so thirsty

Here to only take

Teeth bared yet grinning

There is no escape

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Dismantling Of A Soul

 


She's tried to be the strong one,

that sturdy, unbreakable wall.

But after years of doing it alone,

-the mortar starts to fall.



What's held her all together,

slowly drops away.

More and more corrosion,

takes a toll each day.



Then the bricks, of her strength,

start to break and crumble.

There upon the debris,

she begins to blindly stumble.



One by one,

they fall out of place.

Till finally, at last,

she's but an empty space.



Author's Notes/Comments: 

From 2003....

Thank God that now...my soul has been REBUILT!!! <3

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Abaddon

Folder: 
Poetry

Abaddon, I can't help it,

I have to look at... At...

The Angel of Death,

Destruction and the end.

 

Greek Appolyon;

Beautiful Art Thee,

Satan and Samael;

Equated with...

 

Conjuring spells,

For malicious deeds.

Abaddon, Prince

Ruling the Demons that is.

 

I love Thee pretty sight,

I love Thee enormous might.

Governing powers of Evil,

Discord, war, devastation.

 

Abaddon was once a place,

And is now erased.

A place of destruction,

Region of Gehenna.

 

Associated with the grave,

The Underworld and Sheol.

Abaddon and Death together,

Merging as One...

 

King of the Abyss,

The bottomless Pit of Hell.

Appolyon, Abaddon;

Pestilence and destruction hence!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about the Demon Abaddon.

After a Dream

 

It was the last day of autumn. The first snowflakes started to fall. Winter was just around the corner. It was about to start. One little bear was really happy playing outside when his mommy came and said “It’s time to go to bed honey”. The little bear didn’t want to sleep for so long, he still wanted to play. He wasn’t ready to go to sleep. “Why do we have to sleep for three months? Why do we have to sleep for so long?” His mother, in order to make her little bear going to bed decided to answer her son’s questions with a story. “Let me explain” she said. “In the beginning there was nothing alive but plants. They were the only living things in the world. The Earth was full of lakes, rivers, seas, rocks, mountains, deserts but none of them were alive. Only plants were alive. There were all kind of plants, flowers and trees but all of them felt really sad. Their sorrow was because they couldn’t share the oxygen and the fruits they produced. The trees had a fantastic idea. It was creating other living things that needed their oxygen to breath and their fruits to eat so they were able to share them. They created a lot of living things so they needed to establish some rules. In order to keep a balance and to prevent their fruits from finishing, they sent us to sleep on winter.” The little bear understood and without complaining he went to sleep. He was kind of tired after all. He fell asleep immediately. Three months passed and it was time to go outside of the cave. He had a nice dream but it was time to go back to reality. The little bear couldn’t wait one more second to go and play outside. Also he was pretty hungry. He wanted to eat his favorite berries. His mother hasn’t woken up yet and he wanted to let her sleep so he went out by himself only to discover a big surprise. What he saw was astonishing. It was a horrible picture. Everything was devastated. There was nothing but a dying burned tree on a destroyed land. The little bear went with the tree to ask him what happened. With his last breath, the tree told the little bear “We should have sent them to sleep instead of you”

 

 

 

 

 

By

José Antonio Rebolledo

Lizbeth Rodríguez

 

 

 

 

A war to end all wars

Folder: 
Psychonauts

For more than 100 years, the people of earth waged a bitter war against the invaders, fighting and dying to protect a planet that was already ravaged and on the edge of death's cliff, vowing with each generation, to win at all costs; to send thier sons and daughters into battle against an unforgving enemy, to face defeat and slavery, and the reality of their own demise.

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Abaddon

Folder: 
Demonology

Abaddon, I can't help it,

I have to look at... at...

The Angel of Death,

Destruction and the end.


 

Greek Appolyon;

Beautiful Art thee.

Satan and Samael;

Equated with...


 

Conjuring spells,

For malicious deeds.

Abaddon, prince

Ruling the Demons that is.


 

I love thee pretty sight,

I love thee enormous might.

Governing powers of evil,

Discord, war, devastation.


 

Abaddon was once a place,

And is now erased.

A place of destruction,

Region of Gehenna.


 

Associated with the grave,

The underworld and Sheol.

Abaddon and Death together,

Merging as One...


 

King of the Abyss,

The bottomless pit of Hell.

Appolyon, Abaddon;

Pestilence and destruction hence!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about the Demon Abaddon.