The Humans are Enemies of Man (T.H.E.M)

Like shadows they walk,
So shallow they talk
Thinking they are not us,
Befriended by darkness they leave
Sinking shadows with every step they take.

Without faces their souls linger
In the wrath of the world pleading
For belonging,
A skin of shame they wear...yet they are us.

100 Days Of Darkness

22-Apr 12:53

At nightfall the slayers come to avenge the
Death of their king, The innocent are killed by the loathsome
Desires of selective elimination that blinds their hearts with
Destructions, Built in many generations they take it all in 100 days.

The bleeding days of sorrow mourns the birth of death
Of the mortal memories that garnished everyone’s soul with
A longing for a bright new day, The African sun dies at the
Sight of shame as the demons play tunes that bleed the ears of
Life to death.

A cloud of darkness covers the moon as they beg for
Mercy to change the unbelievable reality of destruction,
The dark tide that sweeps through every home kills the
Others without any change of redemption,
Their walking emotions linger in grave yards of the present
Where the past rests not in peace.

Tears soak hearts as the rain of blood pours down to kill
Life once more, The long lost memories of the slayed souls
Ignite a spark of fury and sadness that will rise to
Live in minds and pools of sorrow, The black dead symphony
Plays as she takes the day with the lose of deep breath…
She dies ashamed of them.

The screams of desperation remain unheard as they approach
With encroached dark intensions, Many fell pray to the hell
Created by the vindictive spirits to prove their mortality,
A dark arch angel’s wings flap to resurrect a hurricane that
Steals the only passion left in the survivors of its wrath.

In the absence of light they plan their great escape and hope
To swim in the wishes of their minds, The beginning of the
End starts with a brief silence of desperation, A
Mountain of bodies with a steep flow of blood attracts
The vampire vultures in the center of the city,
Bleeding emotions flow to create a thick sea of blood
That absorbs the sunshine, A killing of emotions calls
Through to slay life to the edge of a cliff where beauty
Was once felt.

Falling

Standing on a platform so fragile
That I know I’ll sink if I don’t believe,
Sink to the world of the dreaded numb.

Quick silver sand swallows me in as I loose faith,
Faith in all I believed in fades,
Like the light in sheer darkness.

A grim silhouette figurine of me looses
Its will to accompany me,
I knew then I’d lost my breath forever.

Come and breath into me and bring me
To life again? Find my soul so that I can
Live to love you once again and our love
Will be lost no more.

My love give me your hand so
That I can escape from this
Lake of blood I’m drowning in,
Hold my head above the blood’s surface.

As I fall, the symphony of the darkness
Gradually deafens me as it punctures my ears,
My ears bleed from the unspoken truth
That has killed us.

As I blink for the last time, thoughts of what a
Menace I was hunts me as I lain me to eternal sleep,
The graveyard becomes my playground as I meet the spirits
That were once beings of a numb world of the living.

An Era Of Time

Time freezes moments and the conquered escape as the truth breaks the silence of innocence,Calling grace she looses face and sinks beneath her spirit's fatal desire to live forever,

Darkness victors as the lantern lets up the light of life, The martyred angel rises to sing for the last time in her brief lifetime, The bosoming cherry tree wilts with the sorrow of loneliness and abandonment its heart possess,
The black hole pulls the weak in its void of obscurity they who offer resistance are reaped to threads by the teeth of doom,
The diamond's immortality jeers at the death of time that remains raped by the moonshine of shame,
Time reap hearts part as it reveals the sealed secrets of the ignored treasures,
Time martyrs without remorse and offers salvation by clotting the minds of the numb and dying spirits,

The final frontier eludes their desire to break the chains of desperation which take toll in the presence of a guardian angel's absence, The fear of death embraces all that stare at the face of darkness, As the whirl wind strikes the candle light's life falls victim to its venom, The medieval shield against time is annihilated as the lose of grace hallows through the hearts of the forsaken,

Step in the realm where everything burns with the darkness of the unmistakable murky light that chases life till the end, To live and die is to breathe and weep as time goes by.

Death Row

Dear Jean McCann,



The sun rises and sets for the last time as my day of execution draws in,I'll miss the smell of earth after the first rains that spell an end of summer. Forgiveness is beyond fantasy as my deeds were purely ego driven.

A dagger through my heart is a fair justice not the painless fatal injection.A death of dignity isn't deserved by a traitor of humanity such as me. I regret things turned out the way they did...I hope my death tomorrow morning will in a way make up for it.



Yours Sincerly,
Hoelt Van Clejan.

A Dead Baby’s Poem

I could feel the overwhelming desire to not have me,
Mother’s hatred for me made me realize that Iam a mistake
That must cease to exist to create a perfect picture for her future,

She drunk all sorts of harmful chemicals to get rid of me but it was too late
She’d have to kill herself before I die,

I was born on 22nd April without a cry of desperation nor hate for my
Disillusioned mother, What did I do to deserve a young death before my Birth?

She looked me in the eye with sheer spite, How can a mother hate her own Defendless child? Mother wrapped me in a paper all covered in blood and left me for dead, I cried and cried but all in vain, nobody felt and heard my Shriek,

I have forgiven mother for killing my body because my soul will continue Living together with the millions of nameless babies,
I hear her silent screams as she thinks of what
She did to me and other baby siblings to satisfy
Her own selfish reality,
I will not haunt her but her conscience will.

Today marks three years of little Jane's death.

Darfur Weeps

Silent screams gradually elude the struggling
Feelings that divide emotions to bits,
Darkness comes to sing the solemn melody to
They that fear falling from the rooftops
Of misery.

A facade of evil uncovers a reality of
Sweet boredom of love as every man falls
Out of love with his life,
The African sun creeps ever so closely
At the diamonds that bleed from the past and pain.


Skins peel off at the sight of light as bodies
lie in the sun being attended to by the others,
Justice seeks salvation as they fall and die with
A face of a dark labyrinth,
A maze of shame stands still waiting for mercy
To undo the misery,

In our world the sun shines no more.

Illusive Serenity

A mind defeated by the evasive illusions
Of the coming of misery,
Duck the darkness to dodge its wrath of
Torment and its black infinity,

The pull of death takes toll as my
Hollow soul sores with fear of
Loosing it all,
Insanity dies with every
Sight of death’s claws.