The Monster of Madness

 

The Monster of Madness

Something missing, estranged, and down cast,

Never been loved, shunned, never been asked.

Tender touch lost, forever departed, ill gotten,

Sensitivity and sentiment, gone and forgotten.

Like the fallen fledgling, tossed from the nest,

All emotion died, cold hearted, and distressed.

Where did the love go, I wonder, it ever there,

No blessed moments: precious feelings shared.

No love given, no kindness, nor emotions taught,

A heart of steel, founded, in numbness wrought.

Bred to hate, to have no faith, or show concern,

Wicked soul, an evil streak, in a core that burns.

Spite and hate, and words of scorn, all it knows,

Vindictive thought, within malice, its evil grows.

Spreading the disease, in each mind, it corrupts,

Incubating evil thoughts, as each tumor erupts.

From persistent fear, distress, and utter despair,

Its fury sprung, hatred fueling, inflammable air.

Feeding lies, to the fire, wild punishment sought,

Committing dreadful sins, no absolution brought.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (Oct 2023)

The Frustration of the Enduring Force of Pain

 

The Frustration of the Enduring Force of Pain

I feel the frustration, of the pain, as the awful toll keeps growing each day,

Within, terrible sadness, I have felt, watching your soul, slowly eaten away.

With the agony of labor raw, too hard for me, to grasp, your pain inside,

The restless nights spent, the heart wrenching moments, the tears you cried.

The burden of grief, a growing toll, each day, leaving you, to count the cost,

The awful sadness, in the news, good friends, and dear ones, you have lost.

Like a wildfire burning out of control, each new broadcast, too much to bear,

The times you spill your heart out, the stream of tears, on the face you wear.

Each day bravely battling to reset, restoring your thoughts, reshaping your life,

Only to find new triggers, creating more heartache, allowing pain to run rife.

As pain hollows out the soul, creating empty feelings, of desolation in its wake,

Keep fighting, the sad sensations inside, the curse of remorse, so hard to break.

Thank you for being who you are, being open, laying your emotions out there,

Each day, we love you more, for all the sadness, and distress, you have shared.

Oh Olga! Scream in silence, and scream out loud, let your feelings all be heard,

Let the sound of pain echo, from every mountain top, the sadness in your word.

From the far corners of earth, we are but a heartbeat away, and at your side,

Giving to you, the power of comfort, and strength, within you, our souls abide.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (Oct 2023)

The Wrath of Israel

 

The Wrath of Israel

The seeds of Ishmael, and of Isaac, fondly sown, tended in the fields of time,

Now cut down, by the wrath of man, long before they reached their prime.

Gods’ little children, trapped within the flames of fury, in the mindless rage,

Innocent little infants, civilians caught under the arc, of the iron domed cage.

The Holy Scriptures, overlooked for war, the ancient manuscripts, cast aside,

It is Hell on Earth, in the Holy Land, where the seeds of hate, will not be denied.

On Sacred Ground, revenge brought, by men of madness, bred in both camps,

Descending into darkness, the light of God faint, as they blow out all the lamps.

Hostages, and human shields, the innocent who perish, all flesh of Abrahams,

As blood is let, the desecration of life, by wicked men, harvesting the lambs.

The malignant tumor, festering for too long, all reverence has turned to pus,

Hateful slogans chanted, as dejected scum rises, in the words of rage, they cuss.

Is this the promised land? Where lethal bombs blast, and the angry shells shrill,

As more people die, in the land of Cannan, where sayeth, “Thou shalt not kill!”

The all-seeing eye, focused on Gaza, zealously seeking Hamas, hiding within,

Below, in the network of tunnels, mindlessly planning, and plotting, each sin.

Disputed land of the fathers, wherein the sacred garden of Eden, should be,

People living under oppression, instead of harmony, River of Blood to the Sea!

A steady stream of arms, adding to the tempest, furnishing the turbulent flow,

False information, fueling the fires, poor refugees of war, with nowhere to go.

The plough shears, rust in the field of love, the pruninghooks, lost in the trees,

Water of the Spirit, in short supply, Jacobs well runs dry, famine and disease.

The Samaritans long gone, songs of praise seldom heard, the Savior forgotten.

“Glory to God in the highest, And on earth peace, goodwill toward men!”

Grace and forgiveness, a thing of the past, and compassion turned to dust,

They have forgotten, the God that they serve, in the settlements of distrust.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (Oct 2023)

Sons of Abraham

 

Sons of Abraham

All sons of Abraham, we have sinned, and strayed the path, of righteousness,

Ancient revelations, of God of Abraham, lost in translation, as we transgress.

With greedy politicians, content to set, man against man, in condemnation,

Bringing conflict, and war, to innocent people, pitting nation against nation.

From the love of God, all loyalty lost, as men now idolize, and worship flags,

With insignia, signifying pain, digging tunnels, trenches, and filling sandbags.

The profanity so vain, as we violate truth, in rebellions, each taking a side,

Watching, the children of God killed, carrying unbearable grief, in our stride.

As we blindly walk, to the beat of another’s drum, to the slaughter bound,

Brothers fighting brothers, cousins against cousins, on the battleground.

Kin of Ishmael! Kin of Isaac! Blood of the same blood, tethered in dispute,

The brotherhood of man, destroying civilizations, leaving people destitute.

As evil skulks, amidst each tribe, spreading fear, broadcasting Satan’s seeds,

The tribes revising, the commandments of God, in pacts, to suit their needs.

Drawing lines, in the sands of time, rewriting the sacred laws, to steal souls,

Blasphemy of wars, in God’s name, breaking covenant, of the ancient scrolls.

Kin of Abraham, from his precious sons, as cousins, in the world we all exist,

Why, in the blessed name, of God, does this irreverence, and hatred, persist?

Turning the place of peace, into paradise lost, and summoned to Satan’s call,

In the rage of madness, to sacrifice, the precious blood of others, in the fall.

All the tribes of Abraham, living apart, though collectively, we all are linked,

Set on course, to blindly desecrate God’s world, and make mankind extinct!

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (October 2023)

The Bitterness Within

 

The Bitterness Within

Blinded by the bitterness within, consumed by the insanity of its rage,

Leaving emptiness, a festering void, vengeance fills, in its soulless plague.

From misplaced fear, more monsters spawned, spiraling out of control,

Mistrust turning to hatred, uncontrollable anger, wrenching at the soul.

A coldness growing inside, in madness consumed, compassion cast aside,

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, clemency, and mercy, both denied.

The mob of beasts unbound, turned loose, their wrath too hard to quell,

Innocent blood spilt, while they dance with death, in the flames of hell.

Brandishing knives, guns, and grenades, unable to control the force inside,

As all hope, of flicking the switch, that had spawned the madness, died.

Chaos unleashed, upon any civilians seen, hewing the spirit out of them,

Turning everything upside down, creating utter confusion, and mayhem.

Filching lives, not theirs to take, the callous killing becoming imbedded,

Hunting for harmless prey, their victims brutally beaten, then beheaded.

False pleasure from killing, feeding the frenzy, as their wild obsession grew,

From inside the monsters’ minds, their sickness, casting the world askew.

Irrational acts committed, in irreversible insanity, the curse calling “More!”

Chanting words of rage, and revenge, from behind the masks, they wore.

Leaving carnage, in their wake, their helpless quarry, littering the ground,

Empty cartridges, and bloody bodies, wreckage, and rubble, cast around.

Ruthlessly murdering innocent babies, committing the worst sins known,

Leaving heart wrenching sights, of burnt corpses, charred flesh, and bone.

Prepared to die, as the martyrs of madness, going down in a blaze of fire,

In the state of anarchy, they created, within the pandemonium, they desire.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (Oct 2023)

Too Blind to Look Beyond Their Narrowed Eyes

 

Too Blind to Look Beyond Their Narrowed Eyes

There he sits, upon the stage, there is evil, in his tone, and his shifty eyes,

They cannot escape, his wicked gaze, the foggy brain, his wretched spies.

He has them fixed, stuck in the madness, of the slush, he deftly dribbles,

Layer upon layer, his clandestine motives unknown, hidden in his riddles.

Misconception is the norm, all hail the evil architect, for terror is his state,

In the breeding grounds, of savage beasts, trained to despise, and to hate.

Impotent beings, incapable of feeling love, empathy, compassion, or shame,

With his wizards, weaving wicked spells, false claims, refuting all the blame.

His zombies blindly following, party lines, from false propaganda sounded,

Living as, instruments of misery, and pain, in fear-stricken stupor founded.

In confusion, staunchly believing, wrong is right, their world upside-down,

As he sends more souls, to fuel the fires of hell, blood fest, upon the ground.

Plucked from their miserable lives, to fill the gaps, in the never-ending que,

Pushed into his pointless wars, that turn his unwitting beasts, into Orc stew.

Unable to comprehend, the measure of their sins, nor to feel mutual guilt,

Let loose, to run amuck, spreading hate, within the illusion, they have built.

Unable to embrace, any different cultures, within their borders, and beyond,

Erring toward wanton destruction, of towns, and cities, shelled and bombed.

Unable to put aside, the mindless thought of conquest, in wars of lawless lust,

Choking all things good, converting pure innocence, into vapor, and to dust.

Conducting their covert campaigns, of fear, upon other nations, in their gaze,

Continuing down, the wrong roads, relentlessly pursuing, their wicked ways.

Their blanket rules, their mono-script, and their draconian laws, so fraught,

And the extensive suffering caused, by their loyal puppet politicians, bought.

This reign of terror, upon defenseless people, its blindness has no excuse,

The architects must be rounded up, called to account, for all, of their abuse!

The walking dead, have no place on earth, with all the misery they have spent,

For rabid disease, they have spread, and awful crimes committed; All Repent!

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (October 2023)

Bound for the Field of War

 

Bound for the Field of War

Arise! Another selfless hero of Ukraine, setting your spirit free,

Rising above the grateful people, knelt down, on bended knee.

In indebtedness of your life, fearlessly fought, this final tribute,

For freedom, you bravely stood! In honour of you, we all salute!

There is devastation, and sorrow, at your final parting breath,

Family, and friends, are badly shaken, at your untimely death.

As the solemn procession, slowly marches on, in sadness bound,

The awful burden of grief, rips at their souls, in heartache found.

Your casket laden, with what remains, and all that has been lost,

With Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, hearts are vehemently crossed.

As the liturgical sound, of sorrow, and grief echoes, in sad tones,

Giving hope, beyond the grave, on the voyage, into the unknown.

Your spirit freed, from the land of conflict, unto God now given,

Away from the sorrow and suffering, away from your body riven.

As your body is lain, in the Field of War; Arise! Hero of Ukraine!

A headstone, lest we ever forget, and inscription of your name.

Arise! Son of Ukraine! As your spirit soars free, up into infinity,

Past the land of pain, beyond the wretched flood of tears free.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (Sept 2023)