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Dreadful Existence By Eric Shelman Doubting depression's distressing dismay Relentlessly rejecting reviling repudiations Experiencing explosive enrapt eradications  Apprehending absence's allevations Direly disturbing deadly distractions  Frequently fearful, frantically frigid Usually unknowingly unexpected upsets Limiting life's lameness Excessively emotionally exhausted Xeroxing Xerxes' xanyiness Institutionalized ideals indifference Systematically saddened straightforwardly Typically temperamentally tensed  Existing extremely extinctly  Nihilistically noticing never-endingness Comprehending causeless certainties  Eagerly expecting expeditious ends! 

Once I was a Troll, Now I am a Chimera! By Eric Shelman Once I began writing poetry and prose I was a poet and writer troll  always thinking I was on a rhythmic roll thinking my creations were written on golden scrolls being in competition with my fellow poets and poetesses goals wanting to be rich and famous off my writings cajoles eagerly awaiting for everyone to bow tip their hats, cups, and bowls cheering my excellent works in extol shaking my hand and telling me what a great poet and writer I am putting me in control of everything whole desperately trying to always fit in as the good little troll that l once was bereavingly, striving for everyone to read hear, listen, and comprehend my droll works even writing for myself and hoping that someone would grasp something from my sporadic nonsensical knolls never taking either constructive or destructive criticism from anyone because I only knew what was best to write for me and my strolls taking lots criticism to heart and as personal

 ---Lucifers Judgement---          by Terry Dailey  OH HELL I can see you hiding there within the Midnight shadows Charred Soul.  I can hear Your black Smouldering  Eyes still feeding on fires of yesterdays flame.  That gray chalky ash it falls to the floor from your halo.  So Are you my angel ?  Well What is my name???    To compare you to a midsummer's day would only eclipse the sanctity of the sun.   Are you my devil?  Can you be that         one???  Slithering creature that evokes retribution from a saviors serenity?  I have embellished that crown upon your skull litteraly rendering you my equal as you scream your profanities.... But did you feel of my heart?  Oh you claw at my soul..    So Many drink from your blood stained chalice they  lick at it with withered lips to taste the salted solutions with forked tongues, some swallow it whole.. .  dare you brag as you hinder there gaging on the embers that sums call you king??? Well i have considered my judgement and it Intels tha

My Sweetest Apple By Craig Burt and Eric Shelman 2/2/2021 My sweetest apple Hangs from a brittle tree Hope a strong wind force it to fall on me & treat me free I crave this flavor It agrees with my dry tongue This essence of time I savor Got me feeling so high strung... I must speak only in sing-sung Conveying my message in horses pung's flung dungs hung bung's stungs craving it is savory sensation sugary and soury flavor knocking down the apple for you and I to enjoy together.

The Children of The Pendulum By FD Ravenskraft & Eric Shelman Part 1 The birth of the darkest hour The curse of the enraged power The constant struggle In the brutality of the humble We all live by the blade The seeker of the dead Children of all The Pendulum calls The Midnight sibling  are the legends of the fall In the beginning We are the ending To begin Part 2 We will make a new dystopian utopia Ruled by us, the cursed and damned Where we will become gods and goddesses Over everything and everyone will bow to us Changing the sacred beliefs into profane rituals Forcing order to become chaos Eliminating everyone and everything That gets in our way and disagrees with us Everyone will know us as Children of the Pendulum who revolutionaries for change for the better somewhere in between black and white and not just a murky or light gray color. Part III F.D.'s End All is well We both tell a gruesome riddle To bring you a poetic tale Of us all The Pendulum shall swing To end all d

History of English Literature In English Literature's beginnings poems, prose, stories, and histories were recorded orally before mankind evolved to writing everything down From eighth to fourteenth century commenced as Old English Starting with Beowulf in Anglo-Saxon or commonly known as Old English which is incomprehensible to the reader of just modern English There are continuous linguistic developments between the two Which turned into Middle English  differing from Old English  with an addition of a French vocabulary after the Norman conquest French and Germanic influences competed for mainstream role in English Literature Both traditions achieved magnificent flowering in England in the Late fourteenth century the end of Middle English  Piers Plowman and Sir Gawain and the Green Knight are masterpieces that look back to Old English by constrast Geoffrey Chaucer, ushers in a new era of English Literature in his Canterbury Tales Edmund Spencer considered the greatest lyrical gif