Dark poetry – Frosty Crow's Dark and Secret Diaries

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Is it love or is it lust?

November 22, 2020 Ravensymphony

I question this really hard and deep. Inside there are parts broken, parts that still hurt and ache internally from previous encounters and long lost lovers. Lovers who left, some of stayed, some are friends, some of have betrayed me and nearly left my heart on the concrete floor to be stepped on again and again.

Now I dig myself up from the trenches and give myself the love that I been searching for forever. If only all the bitterness, hate and jealousy every partner had ever brought to me could be erased in a instant.

Instead, I digress, I sew my heart back together. I pick up the pieces that were broken glue them back together. I wash myself off the dirt. I cleanse my energy continually, I know I can’t stand too close to the next toxic contaminated being. We are poison for each other, we have to make a choice on what poison we want in our veins.

Because, we are no cure in the flesh and love is the most powerful drug in the world. Hate is the power that will try and rule against it. Love drives all darkness and hate out. Belief must come within and peace is to be achieved not received. Underneath, all the layers of the worlds madness is true beauty. You just have to find it for yourself. Stop circling in the madness and open your eyes to the universes creation. True healing can come from nature, reading a book, talking to a friend or dating and falling in love with the right person.

Repeat After me:

I am safe,

I am protected.

I am loved.

I am beautiful.

I am healthy.

Clear your mind; see the visions.

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Harm;

September 27, 2020 Ravensymphony

Harm,

When, people are sick and, twisted, on a sickly demented mission, conditioned to poison themselves and others so sick they won’t listen. Have to vanish them for all eternity that is my decision.

What is a life without trials and errors, confusion and doubt? mistakes and indecision, fiending for comfort and ease.

Life is like a disease and we are contaminating one another. While, we sit back and watch the planet die, killing sprees, junkies hitting their dirty knees, broken glass shattered across the streets, riots all around, smell of black smoke fills the air, hard to breathe, hard to live, hard to succeed in such a cruel grotesque world.

Where are the angels? Why are the angels not fighting this battle? Where is the light to clear out all this darkness? I ask again and again. I pray for the galaxy guardians and protectors of our universe and planet to wipe the planet clean. Cleanse the demons, the toxicity, the plagues through out our lands.

Ask yourself will you change yourself when, there is nothing left? Will you change parts of the world when there is nothing left to change? Will we have a world left when, most of us are here cursing the lands and destroying the most precious vessel that was giving to us.

Life is precious, life is cruel. In the end. You are your own God. You create your own reality. You get to choose.

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Tear Me Apart

August 7, 2020August 8, 2020 Ravensymphony

You tear me apart,

You rip me from the inside like ripping petals of a rose, deserting a briefcase full of money like it has no worth. I feel like I deserve so much better then, what I have gave myself.

I literally, drive myself crazy letting you in to destroy me. I am done allowing your demons into mold me into a bad human being. I want light to enter me. Not other’s darkness.

I will stand up against, the black tide, I will arise like a hydra from water and a lotus from the mud. I am not broken, I am fixed and healing.

I am done and through with letting you devalue my whole being. Goodbye your a monster, a narcissistic, manipulative being.

A bad seed, that must be left to rot. That I will not water any longer. I shall water my own roots, grow my own path, without you tearing me apart anymore. Watch me grow in my trenches, trudging the highest ground while, you fall beneath me.

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Harmed

July 23, 2020July 23, 2020 Ravensymphony

Don’t be alarmed, clock hits midnight, I see all the city lights, junkies hit the streets, hidden crimes, sinful deeds seen in plain sight. Whose gonna get murdered tonight, where’s your children? Are they running the streets tonight? Endless Vicious cycles circling around the seams of teenage hopeless dreams. Walking around like zombies, zonked out of their minds on drugs. Whose the thug that gave them the chemicals? What is love? When all we know as a generation is hate? Hate fills the buckets of our cities of our societies. Love is the answer but, we aren’t searching for it.

Harm has been done to us, we aren’t acknowledging it. I wanna pull the plug from the life line. I wanna call the quits. How many hits and shots do we have to take? Until, the galactic federation and light warriors break? Or do we fold under pressure? Do we just bend back and become glistening and bright shining soldiers stronger then ever! I wanna know is there a destination to meet at the end of this rugged, dark treacherous road.

The roads are closed and dim. My light, is dying and I am wearing thin. Clothes are tattered and attitude is bitter, sour and I bite my lips and grind my teeth. Breathing through a mask, I can hardly breathe in. Suffocating under a locked down country. Behind, this global virus and epidemic. Screams lives of the trafficked women and children, the drug addicted teenagers and mothers. The homeless starving and without shelter. When will we look at our real life problems? Or will we continue to be a bystander and watch society crumble and fall through the cracks.

Being a healer, white light, warrior of light and light worker is not a joke, I am wiping off dust, dirt and bruises and scratches off my body everyday. Trying to make a difference in world so brutal and invisible to it’s own painful shameful games. The wickedness wretchedness ways. These are the dark daze and this world isn’t over yet. I see it’s end coming. I just pray for true healing and a recovered planet worth rebuilding.

Only if others, will step in and see a world worth believing and fighting for. We have to fight for each other. Practice kindness, love, faith and trust.

Not hate, greed, envy or lust.

I am done! I am filled with disgust! I wanna wake up to a world of peace!! I release this poem in hopes I inspire or spark, transpire an awakening spiritually in your minds.

So you can find your true soul mission and fight the shadow groups and elites and reptilians. These snakes will not win!!! We are born of light and they will be cast out!!

So many of us pure; so many of them built from darkness and sin.

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Beautiful Disaster

June 2, 2020 Ravensymphony

Shattered eyes, painful memories, broken wings of a butterfly, broken home. Dysfunction, pain, and hate, is all she knows. The unfortunate events, that led her to be the most fragile delicate soul. She could conquer the world, if she wanted. The people who control her. The people who have taken her voice. They told her she didn’t have a choice.

Mind held hostage, camoflauged love for abuse, a battered, broken muse. Being mistreated, misused. You might as well murder her and silence her soul? You treat her like, she’s some kind of profane being. Some kind of animal ready to be slaughtered and, eated.

What the fuck kind of family allows their child to get raped, trafficked and molested? Oh mother earth, mother earth, what have we done? To our women, to our sons? What have we become? So much hatred breeding through the seeds within. Breeding evil creatures on this planet, breeding demons within people. God’s angels are crying, as he watches his people.

I sit on a rock, on top of a mountain and, pray for better days. Pray for armageddon to go away. Pray for peace and, our sisters and, women to be treated with respect, love and tolerance. Where is the harmony? What is happening is such a tragedy.

Will we ever wake up from this? Her only escape, is for peace and comfort. Because, everyday, she has suffered.

So my brothers! Quit raping and beating your women.

So my women! Quit controlling and cheating on your husbands.

Dear, lost children, you will find your homes. Dear addicts you are not alone.

LOVE IS THE ANSWER TO ALL OUR EARTHLY PROBLEMS; LOVE OVER RULES HATE.

Breed love, not hate.