"Destined Minds"

HATE

Hate will make you bitter
from the inside, out

Hate will make you whither
for all the lies you spout

Hate that once your friend
will bring you to your knees bitter end

Hate will become your enemy
for all of your complacancy

so quickly remove the garment
let your heart breath the light
remove the darken sackcloth
and let the evil flee from sight

HATE, HATE, HATE,
I hate, wicked tongue of evil state

HATE, HATE, HATE
I hate, you with a vegence

that my wickered heart remorses not
and my hate I cannot relent for I despise
all you stand for - for I am nothing like you.

My wickered tongue will not relent
till my appetite is satieted in your demise
and though I spout as truth, fools will believe my lies

fool the wicked woman of hate
did not see the end of coming
and her one true friend of truth
did not raise a finger to yield
loves saving grace

and so the friend standing at Heavens door
began to sob the silent sobs
they soon began a streaming roar
as this frightened soul realises
that hate was not a friend

Maree Long
(c)Maree Long 2008

FOOTNOTE: This piece was written after witnessing
a severe spate of trolling and harrassing - I have never
witnessed such unrepentant hate so rampant as others
joined the bandwagon. And not one of her friends
tried to reign her in whilst yet others gladly joined in.

A true friend will not let their friend hate so
turning a blind eye but with compassion and conviction
let the friend know they have gone astray...

ARE YOU AWAKE?

really are you awake?
has your nightmare of spiteful
dreams and tormented goals
have they really been
left there on your pillow

or do you rise to the morning
sun and scheme and plan
your assault of negativity
breathing hate into the world
infecting others

Is your life so without meaning
that it takes displeasure of
others that enjoy life's gift
how bereft you be that with
eyes wide open that you cannot see

that others have marked you well
and know the blood of hate that
runs through your veins that
pulses and surges with evil joy
at any dart you throw

Are you awake? or blind to
those that join your folly taking
pure delight in rousing numbers
that at first daybreak seek out
every misfortune to malign and twist

and you cannot see the life you gave
up for dead that you too could have
been enjoying that others have so
encompassed that live their lives
of kindness and compassion who have

no time to nitpick as you do, like
scabby sore that you continue to pick
and offer the wound no more than
infectious disease till green and
pussie and you alone writhe in your dream

when will you awake and see that your
friends are no more than mere discontented
hearts, that you revel too much in your
own glories hate, your every thought
that tenses your bones and shortens your life

so the next time you prod your evil stick
and stab at the hearts of others ask
yourself is this all your life is from day
to day and ask yourself are you
...........really awake?

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008

SKELETONS IN THE CLOSET

And dark the closet of minds past
in the recesses of the mind and heart
that dares not reveals secrets that bask

tightly packed away once thought secure
the shadows that make lonely company
materialise in the mist of shattered dreams

the deadly drama that stands in silence
with haunting tones of invisible threat
the vastness of void and nothing

where the dead live forever
so hollow the darkeness that stretches
from twighlights misty shadows

wretched dangerous darkness
once abandoned that left nought more
than a shadow of dappled trail foreboding

and now the pull of the unknown
reveals the skeletons in the closet
that silently crept beneath the surface

of daylights hour fearing all
of mornings sunrise prefering
the shadows painted in the evening

and scraggy bit of cold dark shade now
emerges from the dragons cave,what
strange moon that sends a bolt of evil

untangling realm of perpetual darkness
the hauntings of childhoods drone and blur
that crumbled long ago heavens ladder

dread of moment that now is here
and where be the strength to face
the seasons in hell

like a bad dream that I awaken
from the city of the dead
that rings its deathly bell

for now I am found in the middle
of nowhere, no where to run
and no where to hide

black coal of night, you are all chaos
and the dreams have been a grey lonely place
you have been the mistress of deception

you have been my haunting that
relented not forcing your march
in evenings dreams and nightmares

writhing like dragons tail with
all time to sharpen your claws
but the dead shall not live forever

for even in my closet, I was never alone
never left unprotected for I was given
saving grace while you were ruffling

through my darkest recesses and writing
the book of the dead.....for the God
of this afterlife held my hand

protected my heart, untangled my dreams
and poured light little by little
on your darkened games of vehicles

of destruction enough to drive one mad
and you will be left alone in an
unmarked grave never to be remembered

for I will walk in lush green hills
and never again to hear your roar
as mighty angels of the Lord with one

fell swoop of a mighty flaming sword
slices through your hate and spite
sending your unholy darkness of secrets

into eternity's abyss and I will dwell
in peace and slumber sweetly and rest
beyond the shadows past....

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008

FOOTNOTE: A challenge given by valius - let me know how I went valius...
hope you like this piece

I AM MISERY (For Misery Loves Company)


I am MISERY and I'm here by invitation
and like your mother you took pity on me
and gave a roof over my head

I am MISERY and each day you fed me
made me stronger - Introducing me to all your friends
creating "webb" illusory

I am MISERY so loved am I by you
you gifted me to your children and let
me show your seed their lack of worth

I am MISERY so grateful to you am I
for feeding me your lack of integrity
and clothing me in garment of poor judgment
so richly steeped in dishonesty

I am MISERY and so glad like you
your children so jobless
are able to keep me company
to fill my idle mind for wasteless
hours I have plenty

I am MISERY and what team work you and I
a village we played havoc and now I know
you are my loyal friend

I am MISERY and how proud am I
that so skillful you can lie before God
my friend "Deceit" has taught you well

I am MISERY but still I remain hungry
so why not introduce me to your children's children
so that I may return the favor and play with them

I am MISERY and stick together we must
for I am stronger with your willing aid
and we must find another place to play
to make up for the one
you let get away.

I am MISERY and I promise you this
you can do better my sweet
"Torment" and "Fear" wish also to befriend
and see out your days
until the bitter end

I am MISERY and now I grieve and lament
Why oh why did you let her go
She seems so happy now
to be "Free" and turn her back on us

I am MISERY and I am hurt
that she has the love of a man
and children adoring grace
as their lives move on contentedly
while I have this hateful "crew"

I am MISERY and I did the best
I can to upset and screw around
disturbing all in my wake and steel
from the red soiled land

I am MISERY and you and I
go hand in hand
bitter bitter MISERY
for both now we know
"it" loves bitter company

I am MISERY and we are
one and the same - your so stupid cant you tell?
You won't even notice till much too late
you have dragged your kids to hell.



Maree Long

(c) copyright Maree Long 2007
www.freewebs.com/poetrybymareelong

A SPITEFUL HEART

For all those who care
for nothing nought
but to show one's
hatred and spite

Embittered by life
and not happiness be
save in the crooked heart
that seeks to fight

Laugh and mock
deride those hurting
your future crushed
by presents hate

Spawns the wielded words
and bubbles the turmoil
dragging in the gullible
creating loveless state.

Spite and hate be the
emblem upon your sleeve
when cruel intentions
seek to deceive...

But care not
worry not
whom you hurt in your wake
for there comes a time

for all to face that all
must passage through
and give account of every word
that weighs such spite in kind

look around and what
do you see but fooled
breath from venoms
blood that spills

keen to rally and poison
but keen are they to
take delight to tear
down those so suffering

no remedy for hate of black
covered in piercing thorns
save love's spilled blood
that oft such hate rejects

and in the end it's love
that wins the day over
hates deep abyss and
quells, restores twisted no more

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2007