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Abigail Kruke Mar 2015
rain,
peaceful, calm  
pouring, pounding, dripping
cloudburst, drizzle, vapor, condenses
murking, glooming, falling  
shimmering, thin
mist.
Nurse Joy Aug 2014
Shadows
Inky, somber
Shrouding, murking, glooming
My soul conjoins with the umbra
Darkness
- K T P - Dec 2012
What has happened to me?
My home invaded with malevolent glee!
All my furniture has been moved!
To places that I do not approve!
Strangers rummaging through my once quaint estate!
Murking it with audacious goods without my debate!

I worked to hard for all my stuff!
How dare you move it away so ruff!
If only I could push you away,
I do not want you to stay!
This home is all I have left.
I will fight on, even if you all are deft!

Here once was my glorious dinning room,
Now a den for mongrel fraternity fume!
The debaucher in these once quaint walls,
Enrages me as my would-be tear falls.
There must be a way to get my home back!
So many young men I yearn to smack!

Why these boys to take over my home?
They treat it like a lurid **** in ancient Rome!
If only I could.. Oh wait I can!
Move this garbage brought by man!
Lets see how you like you secret hidden stash of ***,
Ending up in the neighbor’s lot!

Or how about these insipid pile of clothes
Draped with my thorns and rose!
What are these strange record tables?
Why would you need two to play two old vynal labels?
This stuff is so confusing to me.
Endless dull colors and metals as far as I can see.

Well if I am stuck living with you feral beasts,
A little discipline is in order, in the very least!
First, we must clean this god-forsaken mess.
Let me show you where these clothes should rest.
Then I will find a way to tame you wild young devils,
To respect your lady guests during your revels.

Maybe that is why I am still here?
Trapped with these oaths, who cause me to leer.
Is this torment for being such an old grinch?
Every penny stored and accounted for in the pinch.
Your judgment is harsh, dear lord, for placing me here.
Now lets see how these boys handle my ghostly enraged fear.
TR3F1LD Nov 2024
keep on crafting verses
which ain't just a means of killing time
but, lyrics-wise
also a means of whacking turkeys
and black hA̲ts I'm versus
such as hacks with lyrics rather poorly
organized, which is why they're strE̲E̲t-gang-like
and, of course, autocratic vermins
composing both unjust regimes & crime
rings; said means of whacking, fO̲r when
my stuff's hatched, I̲t seems like
the close quarters battle chO̲I̲ce pre—
—ferred among primeval tribes
of present days northwestern states
["hatchet"; North American Indians; USA & Canada]
once again, a path of wA̲r is
picked, like how you may feel after surfing
through bA̲d news, O̲r when
you indulge in consumption
of content re injustice, corruption
["piqued"]
ju[ɪ]st like the weapon O̲f the Reaper
I've gO̲t a grim side
["scythe"]
and, like a cross gal-beater
'bout to blow off his ******* steam by
laying his meat hooks O̲n a chica
done no wrong to him, my
plan of attack is horrid; hope you o[ɑ]pps have **** hearses
plus caskets ordered
for yourselves; a nutbA̲g with swO̲rd dex—
—terity; dozen slashing strikes A̲t a tO̲rse, which
like a lush lass performing
in front of you a **[ɑ]t lA̲p dance, serves as
stimulation; then I hA̲ck off fO̲relimbs
and as a final blow
I get my target's gO̲rge slit
many would likely ca[ɔ]ll
such scene "bloodbath", but that's absurdish
for, in the scene, there's o[ɑ]bvi no
******* tub A̲s a storage
for spilled blood; it reminds me mo'
of a blood fountain (view-wise)
an assassin thirsty for blood's back to murking
————————————————————————————————
you know, knowledge & thou[ɑ]ghts about things
being either unjust, such as crim. rings
or unrighteous regimes, or O̲nes causing de[ɪ]s—
—pondence, regardless if I̲t's
something from the past or stuff that exists
in the present, are like a disease
that's why it's said unkno[ɑ]wledge is bliss
[to be more precise, "ignorance is bliss"]
that's why sO̲metimes you wish
your mI̲nd were at peace, like sO̲meone deceased
or you were in a better place
like a country scene wI̲th autumnal sU̲n-illumed trees, but...
————————————————————————————————
like an eye-catching gI̲rl with
an untactful shO̲rt rig
pU̲t on (like that war-monge[—]ring sh#tbag)
(that personifies a corruptive impact)
(of power) & acting *****
in front of an unattached het bO̲y, this
**** autocratic wO̲rld's ju[ɪ]st
****** asking for it (aaargh!)
while you already've got a tragic pE̲rs. en—
—vironment, which, alongsI̲de of the sh#t
mentioned just prior, has you turning
slowly into a ******* madman bursting
with flipping steam (loco)
excuse me if it's an indecent thing
to say, but the world of the living seems
like a giga[ɛ]ntic dumpsite (gigantic dumpsite)
for it's full of pieces of trash deserving
to be eliminated; that's why
you sometimes wish you were a master termi—
—nator serving as a real embo[ɑ]dier
of retribution, like Red Hood, Punisher
besides, as it's been mentioned prior ta
this, there's anger occurring I̲n you O̲nce in a
while, which itself isn't mU̲ch of a
scourge, unlike ex-hitmen compelled to cO̲me back ta
a path of spilling blO̲O̲d, but, a—
—kin to a cellar with a bU̲nch of au[ɑ]—
—thoritarian-regime-or-mafia-
-linked ******, some drU̲ms of a—
—lcohol, & a ca[ɛ]ndle lustre o[ɑ]—
—ccupying a somewhat evil mI̲nd of a
vengeful sO̲n of a
gun, it's a somewhat combustible story
["storey"]
when you've got not up to ***** sources
of blowing off steam
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atrocious, obscene
in self-expression, but it's just a reflection of this
rotten world that I've been
influenced by; while the boat that I'm in
is a far cry from a floating posh inn
[by "floating posh inn", I mean "luxury cruise ship"]
more like an old brigantine
with nigh-on nO̲body bei[—]ng
on board; but even sinking lO̲w when I scheme
my bars, I, unlike them rogues I'm agin
am still, conscience-wise, far fro[ʌ]m
hitting bottom, like what's done
with a cooking vessel while boiling some-thing
["heating bottom"]
like Ledger's Joker, I deem
this world deserves a better category of crims
than mobsters & ******* ******* for im—
—proper, self-assertive regimes; a bO̲ld breed of in—
—dividuals who'd be disposing of prin—
—ciple-lacking sods blindfolded by ching
and power, like thO̲se I've just in—
—dicated; you may get your f#ck finger
and your pointer organized, sim. ta
a **** mo[ɑ]b, I̲nto the V sign if ya
know who I mean
[9 letters, the 1st one is "v", the last one is "e"]
"a wicked rhymefall" by TR3F1LD (TRFLD) is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (to view a copy of this license, visit creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/4.0)
Casted shadows of twlight dusk gloom
All over the room tenebrosity in generosity
Of curiosity of the darkness hovering
and murking the city lights souls
mights
Tested from the time invested sick manifested
7 times a flat line woke up the seas mind
Returned as a king of the ring air sibling sing
A beautiful display take you away say
No words im hear to save black gloves doves
Used to cry but not anymore lift you off the floor
Warm your heart to spark a slow blue propane
Your the gas to my blood heaters races like a cheetah
Dressed in all black I could just see her
laying there cold and shaken then awaken
Once my lips touched her soul mate no fake fate
miss the wake and the earth day cake just to wait
To hear your voice again romancing you
spiritually im the candle to your darkness hearkened
I'm never gonna leave I'm truly your angel sent to you...
Onoma Mar 2020
turbid rusts murking

the lens of a tiger eye stone,

slowly set down.

plucking the harps of

wandering minstrels with

triple vision.

singing the prowess of dusk's

burial.

— The End —