Submissions by zenithquasar77 (The Marcus De Sade)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Pervair of witty ditty's and sublime rhymes...i also like cats.
The Unbelevible Truth (Cracked Poet Part 2)
The Unbelevible Truth (Cracked Poet Part 2)
By Zenith Quasar
Clumsy fingers
wrestle with clunky
buttons and zips
unable to grasp
these strange new sensations
i become overwhelmed
by feelings
alien to me as
my very soul.
Gently moving inside her
she grips
the bed clothes
as she climaxes
letting out a gentle moan
lost in the fires
of wotan desire
i find myself consumed.
Strange feelings take hold
i submit
to carnal earthly pleasure's
She caresses my...
By Zenith Quasar
Clumsy fingers
wrestle with clunky
buttons and zips
unable to grasp
these strange new sensations
i become overwhelmed
by feelings
alien to me as
my very soul.
Gently moving inside her
she grips
the bed clothes
as she climaxes
letting out a gentle moan
lost in the fires
of wotan desire
i find myself consumed.
Strange feelings take hold
i submit
to carnal earthly pleasure's
She caresses my...
92 reads
8 Comments
Omnia Mutantur, Nos, Et, Mutamur In Illes (All Things Change And We Change With Them)
And so our time of safety
has finaly come to a end
"Omnia Nutantur, Nos Et
Mutamur In Illis"
Everything changes
and we change with them
and the ones who dont change
will find there feet
frozen to the very paving stones
they call haven
she cried out.
Change can be good
if life becomes bad
are choices are the
very thing that condems
us into socitys bondage,
change is the link beween
happy or sad
change is the constant force
that ties and binds us togther
are destinys...
has finaly come to a end
"Omnia Nutantur, Nos Et
Mutamur In Illis"
Everything changes
and we change with them
and the ones who dont change
will find there feet
frozen to the very paving stones
they call haven
she cried out.
Change can be good
if life becomes bad
are choices are the
very thing that condems
us into socitys bondage,
change is the link beween
happy or sad
change is the constant force
that ties and binds us togther
are destinys...
107 reads
14 Comments
Privitis-Nation
For your information...
Privitisation, the death of a nation
killing the NHS without justification
placing profit before health
money before healing
but its not just are wallets
that this goverment is stealing
Privitisation, benefits
the rich and the greedy
alienating the poor the weak
and the needy.
Let me tell you a rumour
the tumour in your humour
about the private monopoly
out to exsploit the consumer
fat cats swim in seas of greed
patents shown the door
with speed not ease
compassion will be charged
as a...
Privitisation, the death of a nation
killing the NHS without justification
placing profit before health
money before healing
but its not just are wallets
that this goverment is stealing
Privitisation, benefits
the rich and the greedy
alienating the poor the weak
and the needy.
Let me tell you a rumour
the tumour in your humour
about the private monopoly
out to exsploit the consumer
fat cats swim in seas of greed
patents shown the door
with speed not ease
compassion will be charged
as a...
120 reads
10 Comments
Android Maybe?
Human??
was does this mean?
android maybe?
programed by society
told what to think
what to feel
built in a factory
these emotions are not my own
snap crackle and pop
as the circuit board stops.
What am i?
Are these memory's my own?
downloaded to me by computer's
distributed by a router
the metallic hum
of circuits freezing
in the cold winter rain
and yet i cannot feel
the gentle patter of rain drops
cascade over my unfeeling heart.
what am i?
I watch a butterfly
fly the circumference of my head...
was does this mean?
android maybe?
programed by society
told what to think
what to feel
built in a factory
these emotions are not my own
snap crackle and pop
as the circuit board stops.
What am i?
Are these memory's my own?
downloaded to me by computer's
distributed by a router
the metallic hum
of circuits freezing
in the cold winter rain
and yet i cannot feel
the gentle patter of rain drops
cascade over my unfeeling heart.
what am i?
I watch a butterfly
fly the circumference of my head...
74 reads
14 Comments
Brave New Warriors
Moving through icy shadows
through lands of decay
through the streets of tomorrow
and the landscapes of ash
that regurgitate its sorrow
haunting us as fragmented memory's
the burden is ours to carry
from generation to generation
let this torch be at last passed.
Devastation Vs Thinking..
I write in my note book
the things that i see
the clouds in the sky
the names carved in the trees
The scorched soil
where seeds used to grow
where family's once lived
now hold hands as they go
where the air once was clean...
through lands of decay
through the streets of tomorrow
and the landscapes of ash
that regurgitate its sorrow
haunting us as fragmented memory's
the burden is ours to carry
from generation to generation
let this torch be at last passed.
Devastation Vs Thinking..
I write in my note book
the things that i see
the clouds in the sky
the names carved in the trees
The scorched soil
where seeds used to grow
where family's once lived
now hold hands as they go
where the air once was clean...
153 reads
13 Comments
Down In Highbridge Station At Midnight
Down in Highbridge Train Station at Midnight” By Tom Quinton and Marcus Cooke
Chips papers skate across the street
Puddles of vomit fester at my feet
Shadows of loneliness
try to push me back
The town sheds a tear
as the train rolls down the track.
A nightmare,
a bad trip rolled into one
Fear sticks in my mind
like decaying bubble gum
The stench of death
blood on the tracks
The corpses of dead kittens
lie still, upright in there sacks.
Street lights flicker,
Madness in their eyes
Full of dirty secrets, and...
Chips papers skate across the street
Puddles of vomit fester at my feet
Shadows of loneliness
try to push me back
The town sheds a tear
as the train rolls down the track.
A nightmare,
a bad trip rolled into one
Fear sticks in my mind
like decaying bubble gum
The stench of death
blood on the tracks
The corpses of dead kittens
lie still, upright in there sacks.
Street lights flicker,
Madness in their eyes
Full of dirty secrets, and...
61 reads
8 Comments
Suppression
What the hell
is wrong with me
I'm so dizzy ,
i cant see
check my medical history
wrapped in a enigma
of a mystery.
i was once full
of happiness and zest
crying in my cornflakes,
i tried my very best
i glide on tip toes
my heart feels the freeze
through the valley of the dieing
and the screaming trees
i lost my way
of the golden path
i forgotten how to smile
i forgotten how to laugh.
Like a bullet
fired through suppression
hitting its target
triggering this depression ...
is wrong with me
I'm so dizzy ,
i cant see
check my medical history
wrapped in a enigma
of a mystery.
i was once full
of happiness and zest
crying in my cornflakes,
i tried my very best
i glide on tip toes
my heart feels the freeze
through the valley of the dieing
and the screaming trees
i lost my way
of the golden path
i forgotten how to smile
i forgotten how to laugh.
Like a bullet
fired through suppression
hitting its target
triggering this depression ...
77 reads
12 Comments
"Parasites"
A poem that was banned but brought out of retirement as its a "special day" in royal history and all that bollocks. A poem dedicated to best benefit scroungers in the country.
"Parasites" By The Marcus De Sade
One is not amused
you should be removed
as a country fights
you cling on to your thrones
like parasites.
There is malice in your palace
your husband acts like a racist
freeze his head and put him in stasis
update his Facebook status
you must be so proud.
Beneath there throne
lies a chamber...
"Parasites" By The Marcus De Sade
One is not amused
you should be removed
as a country fights
you cling on to your thrones
like parasites.
There is malice in your palace
your husband acts like a racist
freeze his head and put him in stasis
update his Facebook status
you must be so proud.
Beneath there throne
lies a chamber...
129 reads
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Everything Temporary
Sitting at the base of the river
i think what could be my final thoughts
Our life, our possessions
our souls, are obsessions
everything is temporary
destined to become
fragmented memory's
but only death is permanent!
True, i suppose
this body is temporary?
its a vessel for my soul
and my very essence is its pilot
my body is a tank
cruising behind enemy lines and uncharted territories
at least that's what i Believe!
but is the soul eternal? ageless, paranormal?
The choices i make are temporary...
i think what could be my final thoughts
Our life, our possessions
our souls, are obsessions
everything is temporary
destined to become
fragmented memory's
but only death is permanent!
True, i suppose
this body is temporary?
its a vessel for my soul
and my very essence is its pilot
my body is a tank
cruising behind enemy lines and uncharted territories
at least that's what i Believe!
but is the soul eternal? ageless, paranormal?
The choices i make are temporary...
105 reads
6 Comments
"Too Late" By Marcus Cooke (Zenith Quasar77) And Faith Elizabeth Brigham (faithmairee)
Too Late" by Marcus Cooke & Faith Elizabeth Brigham
Its seems like a thousand years
I've lost all my hope and fears
i lost you once
but I'm coming back
Over my shoulder i see the sun
two left feet on the run
through England's
deserted street's
to America's city heat
i lost you once
but I'm coming back.
I tried to hold on
but you were gone for so long
You left me no choice
but to move on
I still love you ...
Its seems like a thousand years
I've lost all my hope and fears
i lost you once
but I'm coming back
Over my shoulder i see the sun
two left feet on the run
through England's
deserted street's
to America's city heat
i lost you once
but I'm coming back.
I tried to hold on
but you were gone for so long
You left me no choice
but to move on
I still love you ...
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"Looks Like We Lost Detroit"
Detroit
poster child for urban decay
thousands of residents
without a voice or a say
Here was motor city
Robocop
Detroit rock city
Beverly hills cop.
down on its knees
begging please
but no one listened.
She gave us
Alice cooper
Mc5
Marvin Gaye when he was still alive
The stooges
Meat men
Negative approach
Wayne state university students
Motown records
and Ted Nugent!!
From midtown to the Henry ford
From Layfette park to Brightmoore
to the...
poster child for urban decay
thousands of residents
without a voice or a say
Here was motor city
Robocop
Detroit rock city
Beverly hills cop.
down on its knees
begging please
but no one listened.
She gave us
Alice cooper
Mc5
Marvin Gaye when he was still alive
The stooges
Meat men
Negative approach
Wayne state university students
Motown records
and Ted Nugent!!
From midtown to the Henry ford
From Layfette park to Brightmoore
to the...
74 reads
8 Comments
The Devil's Assassin
The Devil's Assassin" By Tom Quinton And Marcus Cooke
He stands at a crossroads
Beaten black and blue
Done a deal with the devil
Now he's coming for you.
Under control of a mystical spell
Hotter than a call girl
in the flames of hell
In this great land,
you reap what you sow
Battle your demons toe to toe
Now he's suited and booted,
stalking his prey
Fighting his urges
to keep them at bay
A mad mother fucker,
Like a pit bull on speed
He travels through time,
planting his evil seed ...
He stands at a crossroads
Beaten black and blue
Done a deal with the devil
Now he's coming for you.
Under control of a mystical spell
Hotter than a call girl
in the flames of hell
In this great land,
you reap what you sow
Battle your demons toe to toe
Now he's suited and booted,
stalking his prey
Fighting his urges
to keep them at bay
A mad mother fucker,
Like a pit bull on speed
He travels through time,
planting his evil seed ...
141 reads
10 Comments
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