Demonrobber

Gothic Expression

July, 2006

The Gothic Poet walks down the street

And stops at the bus stop

She posts one of her poems for all to see

“What do you make of me”

“Am I a freak or am I oh so chic?”

“Dressed in black – am I a tiger or a pussycat?”

“Read my words and you will see”

“A deeper soul lies within me”

She sits at home and paints her self-portrait

Slightly distorted – this is the way she is viewed by the world

She walks on down to the art gallery

And posts her portrait at the entrance door

“Do you want more?”

“You will see more reality in this picture”

“Than anything that lies behind this door”

“Open your eyes and you will see”

“All God’s beauty”

She lies on her bed at home

Waiting for a reaction

Bu the passers-by fail to express any emotion

Too wrapped up in their own worlds

In God and man we place our trust

Another creative soul bites the dust

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author bio:

Demonrobber

I am 40 years old and live in Birmingham England. I am presently not
working and spend time maintaining and improving my websites. My interests
include poetry, modern art, and history.9ph.jpg

To contact me email:
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Souls Without Names

July, 2006

The fires of Hell burn bright

In the middle of the night

Waiting for an angel to fall

No hope of salvation at all

A poor lost soul

Is swallowed up whole

Consumed in the flames

They are souls without names

The fires are ablaze

In this fiendish maze

Consumed by guilt and shame

There is no one else to blame

The fires are aglow

As you sink so low

The Devil has cast his spell

You face eternity in Hell

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author bio:

Demonrobber

I am 40 years old and live in Birmingham England. I am presently not
working and spend time maintaining and improving my websites. My interests
include poetry, modern art, and history.

To contact me email:
demonrobber@blueyonder.co.uk

My main website is:
http://website.lineone.net/~demonrobber

Shine Bright Tonight

June, 2006

A community slowly becoming one


All reaching out in the dark


Embracing only shadows at first


In time we get to know each other


Slowly we put the pieces together


Only to learn of one poor lost soul close to death’s door


Listen to our prayers and regain your belief


Too innocent a soul to be taken from us


Too bright a light to fade


We all light a candle and think of you tonight


Like the stars above us you brighten our lives


And help to guide us in the dark


We are all lost souls searching for love


Stretch out your hand when you need our support


We will try to restore your hope and vitality


When a star is removed from heaven


The sky becomes infinitely darker


So shine bright tonight and for every night that follows


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author bio:


Demonrobber


I am 40 years old and live in Birmingham England. I am presently not

working and spend time maintaining and improving my websites. My interests

include poetry, modern art, and history.


To contact me email:

demonrobber@blueyonder.co.uk


My main website is:

http://website.lineone.net/~demonrobber

The Witch

June, 2006

You have been dabbling in black magic


Your ending will be tragic


You will be burnt at the stake


Make no mistake


No chance of redemption


No divine intervention


You have been practicing the black arts


That is where your downfall starts


You have been condemned as a witch


The onlookers will watch you twitch


You will be consumed by fire


On your funeral pyre


You are going to Hell


You have cast your last spell


To your utter consternation


You face eternal damnation

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author bio:


Demonrobber


I am 40 years old and live in Birmingham England. I am presently not

working and spend time maintaining and improving my websites. My interests

include poetry, modern art, and history.


To contact me email:

demonrobber@blueyonder.co.uk


My main website is:

http://website.lineone.net/~demonrobber

Self-Denial

May, 2006

I have had enough of self-denial


I am not the one on trial


Its society


I have had enough of this sobriety


I am going to break the chain


No need to explain


You have been applying the screw


And you always knew


That eventually I would crack


And start fighting back


I am starting a new page


The world is my stage


I am throwing away my black clothing


I no longer have a need for self-loathing


What did you expect?


I have regained my self-respect


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author bio:


Demonrobber


I am 40 years old and live in Birmingham England. I am presently not

working and spend time maintaining and improving my websites. My interests

include poetry, modern art, and history.


To contact me email:

demonrobber@blueyonder.co.uk


My main website is:

http://website.lineone.net/~demonrobber

Tale of a Gothic Princess

May, 2006

Princess Dominica looked so beautiful


All dressed in black


With white make-up and dark purple lips


She sat on the throne so full of majesty


The onlookers were dazzled by her beauty


And worshipped the ground she walked upon


The King was not well


And expected to die soon


And the Queen had died long ago


So the young princess would soon rule the Kingdom


Everyone was impressed with her intelligence and grace


She carried out her duties without question or complaint


And she would always greet new visitors with a smile


Once the audience was over she would return to her rooms


In the privacy of her own room she would cut her wrists


And let the blood pour into a bowl


She would force food down her throat until she could eat no more


Then she would go to the lady’s room and be violently sick


Underneath all her garments she was painfully thin


She felt so much pressure to be beautiful


She had many suitors but none that she loved


A stranger from abroad arrived one day


And stole her heart


But he was not a suitable match for a princess


A handsome sailor of common stock


She pleaded with her father to let her marry


But he doggedly refused her request


One night she took the blade


And slit both her wrists


Not a cry for attention


But an attempt to take her life


Living was a torment to her


The expectations too high


The rewards lacking in true value


Her dead body was found the next morning


And all the towns folk mourned her death


The beautiful princess had departed this land


And headed off above the clouds


To find a happier resting place


A traditional Gothic funeral was held


To celebrate her life


Many fine words were said


And then her body was buried


Under a thousand red roses


Her Cousin Isabella was now next in line


And took over the royal duties


A heavy burden for a fifteen year old to deal with


“So many souls are sacrificed on the road to glory”


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author bio:


Demonrobber


I am 40 years old and live in Birmingham England. I am presently not

working and spend time maintaining and improving my websites. My interests

include poetry, modern art, and history.


To contact me email:

demonrobber@blueyonder.co.uk


My main website is:

http://website.lineone.net/~demonrobber