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You drug me down in my despair,                                                         ­         
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you shamed me into staying there,                                                           ­           
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made me feel that no one cared,                                                           ­       
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I was a prisoner in the devil's lair                                                             ­                                             
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Every time I gathered up strength,                                                        ­            
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 you assured me you were my friend                                                  
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Went on & on to great lengths,                                                         ­                           
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you loved me when others didn't                                                           ­     
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I'd given more than I really had                                                              ­                          
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held you whenever you were sad                                                              ­              
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but you never gave me anything back,                                                            ­                  
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leaving me broken & in your grasp                                                            ­                                                                 ­           
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I was focused on that tiny light                                                            ­                          
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  that shone in my heart, so bright                                                           ­           
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I knew there was a better life                                                             ­                   
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not with you but Jesus
Christ                                                           ­           
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I called out to God in Jesus's name,                                                    
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asked him to heal this heart of pain,                                                            ­      
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to let me walk in the light
again,                                                           ­                                             
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allow peace of mind to begin                                                            ­    
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as I planned my
disentanglement                                                  ­                
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 from life with you &
  punishment                                                    ­                      
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for a power that was heaven
sent                                                             ­   
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and now I cherish life's every moment
I wrote this in 2018.
Zeus and Hades Dispute the Soul of Man

Upon Olympus’ storm-crowned throne,
Zeus spoke in thunder, wrathful tone:
“Let me shape them, bold and bright,
With minds like flame and hearts of light.
They’ll build with stone, they’ll climb the skies,
Their dreams as vast as eagles rise.”

From shadowed halls and molten floor,
Rose Hades, Lord of Death and War:
“You give them fire, but I give fate.
Each heartbeat ticks toward my gate.
You build them high, but I make whole.
What good is man without his soul?”

“They are not yours!” the thunder cried,
“They breathe beneath the open sky!
Let them rejoice in song and feast,
Let love and war be theirs at least!”

Hades laughed, in low despair:
“And yet, they whisper me in prayer.
You give them hope, I give them truth
The mirror time holds up to youth.
Their gods may lie, their hearts may roam,
But every man comes crawling home.”

“They shall defy you!” Zeus proclaimed,
“With temples, towers, songs unnamed!
They’ll name me Father, King of Kings,
Their lives uplifted on my wings!”

“But when the wine runs dry,” said he,
“They’ll find their way from gods to me.
Let them rise but not forget
Their roots are born in ash and debt.
For what you raise, I shall receive
The last to hold them as they leave.”

And so the world was born of strife
Between the spark and end of life.
One gave will, the other doom,
And Man walked bravely toward his tomb.

With dreams from Zeus and dusk from shades,
A creature of both light… and grave.
This poem imagines a primordial dispute between Zeus, the god of the sky and supreme ruler of Mount Olympus, and Hades, the ruler of the Underworld. Drawing from Greek mythology, it dramatizes the eternal tension between aspiration and mortality. Zeus representing human ambition, creation, and divine light, while Hades symbolizes the inescapable truth of death, fate, and the unseen. Together, they mirror the dual nature of human existence: the pursuit of greatness shadowed by inevitable decline. In this imagined myth, mankind is not shaped by one god alone, but forged in the tension between hope and ending.
Those who see embers walk in flame,
 Bearing a power none dare name.
Through ashen woods and iron frost,
 They brand the path with fire lost.

Scorned by the wind, they rise from ash—
 Kings, fiends, and heirs of ruin’s clash.
The seer’s wrath, long sealed in stone,
 Now rends the dark to claim its throne.

They wheel like death in phoenix flight,
 Their wings blot out the vault of night.
With every cry, the stars unspool—
 Their gaze burns past both god and rule.
A mythic, apocalyptic poem that explores the journey of prophetic figures who wield elemental power and defy cosmic order. Blending imagery of fire, ruin, and rebirth, the poem evokes a sense of ancient wrath and transcendence, as those who “see embers” rise to reclaim a forgotten dominion beyond gods and kings.
Approach, dear dreamer, if you dare,
But know my skies are thin for air.
My steps are stitched in woven flame,
My name, too sharp for lips of shame.

You came with hands of dust and thread,
A crown of noise upon your head.
No sword, no gift, no golden key,
Yet thought to tame a storm like me.

Did Daedalus forget to warn his son?
Even Icarus soared closer than you’ve done.
You chase the sun but dread the cold,
A heart too timid, a hand too old.

I dance where only giants tread,
I feast where lesser men have fled.
I wear the stars, I breathe the skies,
I kiss the sun where eagles rise.

So take this truth I lay in rhyme:
A throne too high is not a crime.
It is a gift for those who soar
Not for the ones who beg at doors.
“The one thing you shall not eat,
Can devour what you be.
The Red sweetness holds thee;
Core of poison, core of deceit.”

For many others without conscience tells,
They chant lies, they clang bells.
For power is not its conflict of corruption,
But a light to evil, a light of destruction.

Apple drops a head of thought.
Others, however, are long got.
For they have no will,
long gone they sought.

They boldly think, they blindly condemn,
Yet logic’s truth eludes each of them.
Because, presence wises the bird of them.

The worm that eats, the sweetness it brings.
The bird eats it so, masqueraded in wings.
For knowledge only gives moths light,
the tempt to corruption, arrogance flight.

And no told that numbers are right,
No knowledge of order, ultimate sight.
They chopped the apple tree, fuel it alight.
Now, they pay their price, their final blight.
If you think it’s knowledge that is poison, then your confidence fell into my trap. For the power of ignorance, hubris is inevitable.
Ahmed Gamel Apr 24
A New World I See
I see a world not built on chains,
But minds that question, break the reins.
Where hearts are free to roam and soar,
Not bound by rules, but longing more.

The world we know is cracked and scarred,
Where truth is bent and dreams are barred.
The wolves above, they feast and lead,
While beneath, the sheep must bleed.

Yet I see a world where minds can thrive,
Where freedom's spark keeps us alive.
Not chaos born from hearts that burn,
But love and truth we’ll fight to learn.

Still, there’s a darkness in our veins,
A hunger deep, a thirst for gains.
For power, control, the will to rise—
We mask it well, but still disguise.

Two worlds we face, both dark and light,
One bound by fear, one free of fight.
The wolves will lead, the sheep will fall,
But will we rise above it all?

A world of power, a world of pride,
A world where we don’t need to hide.
A choice to rise, to build, to free,
To claim the world that’s meant to be.

But the cost is high, the price we pay,
For those who twist, for those who sway.
They'll take our truth, they'll take our soul,
And use our freedom to control.

Still, I see a world where love’s the key,
Where minds are sharp and hearts are free.
We hold our fate, we choose our way,
And with each step, we light the day.

We’ll walk the line between the wolf,
And in our hands, the power to pull.
From darkness into light we rise,
With truth and love as our disguise.

We are not beasts, we are the ones,
The chosen few, the many sons.
And if we fall, we rise again,
In a world reborn by love, not sin.

The answer’s ours, the choice is clear,
Will we fight or give in to fear?
I see a world where we can be,
More than wolves, more than the sea.

So I choose a world that’s born from mind,
A world where truth and love align.
A world where we can truly see—
The best of us, the best we’ll be.
This poem explores the complexities of human nature and society, questioning the delicate balance between freedom and control, power and love. It delves into the contradictions that define us as humans—our potential for both greatness and destruction—and envisions a world where we break free from the systems that hold us back. It's a call to awaken, to rise above the constraints imposed on us, and to embrace both love and truth as guiding forces.

I hope this resonates with you and sparks some deep reflection. May we all strive to build a world where humanity is free, not just from external chains, but from the limitations we place upon ourselves.
I seek to see the equality
While suppressing voices.
I seek equity
To further destroy all equality.
You think we are the same?
No! I’m superior.
I’m a God. Woe is Me!!

I’m a Karen? No there.
I complain, I never care!
You see my darkness?
I’m simply suppressed.
You see I’m right? They agree!
You see, the many can outnumber thee!
I shall conquer your plea!
I shall cancel your decree!
I’m fake democracy,
I’m tyranny!

It’s simply untrue!
I’m mad?
I get paid for I!
Nothing, For free!
Media pi-ons I crave,
Lobbyists pave.

My religion;
My followers;
My faith;
Madness.
Em MacKenzie Apr 8
The devil is sitting at a table
make sure to provide top service,
and if you are somehow able,
hide that his aggression makes you nervous.
When the White House is just a smidge too white,
it might be time for us Canucks to pull a 1814.
How can someone do absolutely nothing right?
and think what will be a nightmare will help revive an American dream?

The devil is sitting at the desk,
and he’s got yes men to shine and kiss his shoes.
It was finally time for him to fail a test
but his misguided cultists refused to let him lose.
When the White House is just a smidge too white,
even if the occupant is known to be orange.
He’s shutting the gates just too tight,
rushing Capitol instead of tearing his door hinge.

The devil is sitting at a table
he’s got the finest cutlery set,
and the legs of it aren’t stable
with each wobble he places his next bet.
When the White House is just a smidge too white,
I think it needs to be stripped and gain a new coat.
Why is a symbol of oppression dressed up so bright,
when it’s walls protect one and strangle every other throat?

He “did everything right” and they indicted him;
and now we fight eachother when we should be fighting him.
These people have forgot how the world turns,
infact they believe it’s stationery and around them.
So they anticipate heat when they make the world burn,
and await a rose after they rooted and snapped each stem.

Isn’t it absolutely insane
how the free can unknowingly live in a prison?
Didn’t anyone tell you even a Hurricane
can’t cleanse American Capitalism?
Wake up, the alarm went off hours ago.
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