Sadistic Poems

Abandoned to sadistic streets,
A school room of sullen tears,
A little girl lost beneath
A blanket of rejection and fears
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Civil Wars, World Wars
Mass Killings, Killing Fields
Genocide, Terrorism
War is inevitable
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Frustrated

I felt frustrated
As I saw you
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Eyes color blind shut irritant to light,
egoistic visions blur the brain,
deter the mind from appreciating the virtues
in others, in the blessed environs
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The only way i am truly at peace is when i watch the blood flow
dark, thick, warm & flowing, even gushing
from my arms or the throat of another
relieving the pain for now
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Artificial breaths,
Like mimicking feelings of
Love with empty souls,
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I traced the road where you live and I didn't find the presence of your trace there
From Anyer to Ujung kulon, there were no remain about you
It's not even 1 year since the tsunami hit the north coast of Banten on there
It's not even 6 months pandemics yet to hit this country—like gold and diamond bijou
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What kids are watching on telly
are crimes and crimes in all variety!
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No dream
could ever be
as sadistic as
the swift brutal pain
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The soil which we plant our seeds
beautifully dangerous, remarkable creatures
strangely complicated, a delicate rare breed
shelters, nurturers, the definition of strength and warmth
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It can be in the roll of the dice - oh happy day! ! !
As in, perhaps, more than one address...
Anyway you look - it is a huge gamble...
When speaking of Pamela and this filthy mess;
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Have you ever walked on a sea of sand?
And thought it broken glass?
Have you left your heart in a barren land?
And be haunted by the past?
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Through her obvious and smug delight of face
We see through her sheer floral embroidered lace;
She is still such a true sadistic fool
Unsound & unwound - her thread bearing spool;
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Crimson eyes awaken,
as the smell of blood arouses,
I lie in turmoil wondering what has been,
yet I already know.....
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Common sense has taken it's leave - it seems
The brazen have lost all self control...
Shooting their poison arrows into our face's
With the continuation of an EVIL witches role;
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She is that seed,
which bore this humongous tree, and,
also the keeper who drained out her riches to all;
And we awarded her with blames of providing less.
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That's what I call the ones like you
That's sick. So disgusting. How can she? Why would she?
All those demonic tattoo's up and down her arms. A pentagram displayed as a portrait on her entire back. How did a lady like this even come to be?
The strength one can draw from the negativities from other's is wonderfully sadistic. So artistic. I would have it no other way.
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Her mind is a twisted mass of 'steel grey'
Some who know her say that she is quite peculiar
Her surroundings are embellished in mud and grime
It is her fervent aim to be a supreme ruler;
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Born for necessity
Born for another’s greed. Another’s need
Stuck here now in limbo
Hating me. Hating you
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Chimera knows about the dark side of the moon
Chimera knows many incantations
Chimera knows evil like the back of her hand
Chimera knows sadistic and savagery raise her
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You've bitten me with lust
And scarred my heart forever
But you remain aloof
Knowing I'll come back for more
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I no longer wish to be the drug taker
I want to become the drug maker

The pharmacist to your chemical dreams
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Love never creates cages
Love never hinders the growth
Love by it's way is cute and clear
Simple and serene.....
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There are certain kinds of people you simply can't write poems about.
A certain nerve of inauthenticity, or perhaps even whole cell-filed of
something fraudulent and so profoundly and obviously untrue, is trig-
gered in your mind: like a mine-field it becomes so fast, like game has
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I so thought that that was over - so many years ago.
I thought that I had survived it-not exactly victored over
it but I survived it. I survived. I did not think that it would
be back to aggress and reafflict again. But this time I
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I am not going to pretend to be what i know I am not.
Yes, it is a temptation. And perhaps even a thrilling sensation.
But to make my identity about only a lie, to be that cruel
and sadistic and narcissistic is something I can not
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And the stronger my secrets became, and the more sublimely and outrageously
their factor of miracles became, the more they competed with sadistic aggression
and destructive avengement and traumatic afflict.
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Be careful. When you're not around, they treat your
children terribly. Your men, your army of men, I have
seen them treat your children terribly: leaving them in
cars without an adult in parking lots, stomping them as
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This was a long time ago but I think about the situation everyday.
And I write this out of an exploration, a discovery to understand what it
was that I shudda say. What I could have said to not have endedup essentially
dead. Reflecting on this instance nearly thirty five years ago. Strangely the
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