Hate

Shift up, Shift down

You shift up, you shift down

Once were you there,

Now hither you are

Slow moving over time,

Moving fast in instances

 

The dread falls upon

Everyone you knew

Then your still,

And everything you threw

Is but real

 

But the delight,

Brings you back to light

And then again,

You shift up, you shift down

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I Love You

She said it everyday, 

   She thought they were

   On the same page. 

 

He was there with her. 

   Two long years,

   He thought she thought the same. 

 

Even if they talked everyday, 

   Those words mean different 

   To the both of them. 

 

"I Love You" they both said. 

 

 

 

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What he's done.

He thought he's always right.

He thought he's always more important.

All he wants are his wants, 

   not mine, not ours.

 

Selfish is the correct word.

Nothing can replace him,

   But I just have to do it. 

 

I'm too attached, I'm finally admitting it.

It's scary, it's wonderful

   How funny he always makes me cry. 

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Love Ended.

The days are long.

the nights are cold.

the Lord has taken so much.

 

From me. I have little left to give.

My family has served.

Since the sun first rose.

And man took his first breath.

 

Loved and fought.

Died and Lived.

Protected and lossed.

Promised and failed.

 

Friends and family held.

Promised to save, serve, and protect.

And only able to love and hold.

How could I have failed.

 

Family and friends looked up to.

And prayed a family to be made.

From a friendship near a decade passed.

Of laughs and cries and love.

You felt you could fly.

 

Now my life continues.

And hers has ceased.

And the sun will fall and rise.

While I'm numb with guilt.

And our family cries forever more.

 

The gates of paradise are unlocked.

And broken open.

A better place the pearly gates.

Now open to.

 

Forever gone is she.

A mothers screams haunt my dreams.

No more pain.

Now she's free.

 

I've fallen down to my knees.

Cried and screamed.

And clinched and prayed for relief.

ony to be met by silence and disbelief.

 

The hate of a thousand men.

And the rage of a thousand woman.

And the anger of a thousand generations.

 

All born from the love of one woman.

And the strength she had.

to instill courage and happiness.

In all she knew.

 

I love you.

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Curses Too Kritic/ Invocations From The Soul- Part Six & 7 (The Pain Behind-The-Sun)

Living with pain is the curse of my soul;

the Grand Architect told me I was a poet

before my time, my words too never die;

the devil and I made a pact...

curse mankind, evoke and deliver the

Antichrist- From the dark side of the

moon to the coldest side of the sun, I

radiate heat with a cold heart....cursed be

thy name upon all that is holy and

righteous- momentary lapse in reason are

now regular relapses without reason or

'idea of,' no point intended....


To those whom an apology is owed; you

will not get it from me. Curses upon thee,

those who deny me, creator of criticism;

when all else fails my soul prevails. My

writings cannot be constructively

critiqued, for I tell it like it is, similar to a

deadly disease you know it's spreading

manifesting its potency until you are fully

engaged or comfortably numb. A bad

omen foretold me of the curses to come,

including the birth of my first child; a

blessing I have yet to witness....only

embarrassment towards my child's mother;

I am the curse in her life, the agony of her

lament, and the poet she wishes never met.


Invocations of malice and melancholy;

happiness will be death, malignant in nature.

Each and everyone, yes, you the reader,

life's dreamer, has a story to tell, hold that

thought, mine is better, and only I can tell it

well. Forgiveness is best to ask than

permission; neither do I ask for, I am absolute,

soon to rule over biblical fanatics, fucken

hallelujah!! 



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Author's Notes/Comments: 

I am the curse!!

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Curses Too Kritic/ Invocations From The Soul- Part Four and Five

An hour pass midnight, my curse is

sleepless, mind weary, creative

thinking, imaginary vision; sleep-

walking in my dreams between

dimensions....Constantine!

 

Too walk in the dark one must

embrace the darkness, welcome

Moloch into your dreams, be aware

of the shadows that walk besides

you; often three shadows follow me

....nothing else matters once you

have sold your soul, enjoy the night

,and let the fire burn!

 

I met a lover in the shadows of the

night; her darkside is similiar to mine

, same interest, struggles, and

addiction....when all is quiet, stoner's

asleep, tweeker's hiding, and prosti-

tutes gone home, my lover and I get

naked and fuck at the crossroads

under dark skies, no moonlight....

only shadows!

 

Curse the damned, blasphemous,

heaven's abomination including me....

pale horse rider of the armageddon

with sinister ways; my name was

never written in the book of life!

 

Invocations to the dark, evil, and

unholy with sacrifice will open the

nine gates of hell; be careful when

evoking the spirits of darkness; if

your mind is not ready for what is to

come, your heartbeat will stop at

the sound of my feet approaching

your dreams, destroying your

sanity!

 

It is 2:10AM, invocations to the dark

side are becoming rituals, rites of

dragula, perversions, and manisfes-

tations; Lucifer speaks in demonic

tongues, no need to translate, I

understand! Invocations to Lillith

with ghost songs in cemeteries at

the witching hour; my soul possess,

the evil within bleeds over the tombs

of the dead!

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

Curses and Invocations....

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Curses Too Kritic/ Invocations From The Soul- Part Three

These curses I evoke are the

words spoken by angels,

toking knowledge and wisdom,

an invitation to eat from the

tree of life...become a God; the

difference between a schizo and

I, a schizo does not believe I

am God-

 

I cannot pray, the tongues I

speak are not angelic...my

language is unholy; time after

time temptation became a friend

too trust, my life balances on
different scales now; what I

knew and the unknown-

 

The end of my journey began

the day I was born...invocations

of death at my front door, I

welcome her in, stays for awhile

then leaves in an uproar; she
says I am conspiring to kill
her from my existence...she does

not know death/her is more alive

than me-

My curse is poetic, too narrate my

life with pain and roller-coaster

emotions; an empty feeling without

being empty...became a father only

too miss my daughter daily, if I sleep
tonight I will shed tears of sadness

before I slumber-

 

Broken, yet stronger after each fall

too stand tall again, take a few steps

and fall again...judges keep your jury
silent, throw away your verdict;

judge my soul, critic my efforts when

I am standing up...everyone falls!

 

Outside my window the wind blows

and whistles, tree leaves rattle,

whispering; no vacancy in the

gallows, fire away...my ammunition

are these words I convey, "While
you creep, your soulmate sleeps

with the poet unknown, daydreaming
unknown dreams, consciously lost in

lust."

 

Soulkritic® 2014©



Author's Notes/Comments: 

Curses and Invocations....

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Shadow Secrets

 

In the midnight run shadows show face in the dark

thoughts that cloud shadows' mind-

 

They become animals roaming the dark streets of 

decadence, perversion; ungodly sins...

 

In between shadows lurk the spirits of evil men

and unholy women, selling their souls for tricks

and cheap fixes-

 

You here the screams of the raped, beaten in the

streets; shadows mind their own business; every

night blood spills upon shadows feet-

 

Shadows mingle and dance in the dark gardens of

cemeteries, singing songs of malice with the wicked

minds that join them-

 

Discreetly blending with shadows on the walls....

murmuring, whisperng in tongues; laughing at the

victims the night has claimed-

 

As the rise of dusk nears all the shadows come out

of the dark walls and halls; if you focus your sight at

the darkness that surrounds, you will see a glimpse

of a shadow's metamorph to a human being walking

into the light as if they belong-

 

Fooling other's; fooling themselves....Animals!!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Shadows!!

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Sassafras

When I say the magic word, 

all of this can end. 

Sassafras. 

After the news I heard today, 

I know exactly where we stand. 

Sassafras. 

You won't even see it coming, 

It'll be a quick blow to the head. 

Sassafras. 

Was all this pain really worth it,

when you tried to lay in her bed? 

Sassafras. 

Even though I hate the bitch,

I'm glad she stood her ground. 

Sassafras.

I wish I could have seen your face

when she "sadly" turned you down. 

Sassafras. 

Now everyone is talking 

you're the joke of the town

Sassafras. 

Where are you going to turn

now that no one is around?

Sassafras. 

None of this is my fault,

but I should have seen the signs.

Sassafras. 

Should have looked a little closer,

should have read between the lines. 

Sassafras. 

I thought we were in love

when I looked into your eyes.

Sassafras.

But now I know it's true,

that even love is blind. 

Sassafras.