Best Executioners Poems

A Psychedelic Whistle Plays a Rhythm into the Darkness

Entering the dark side of a moonbeam on this evil lens of life,
A gruesome old man recreates...

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Entering the dark side of a moonbeam on this evil lens of life,
A gruesome old man recreates a murder time and time again, 
As the...

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He’d spent nearly a decade on death row
Praying for appeals that were not bestowed
     Had a solid alibi
   ...

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She has a pair of subtle eyes to brood in forlorn,
the vile tale of heart rending cacophonic dissolution.
Those eyes were meek, never crude
to yearn the...

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Condemned king to death by Pirate, scourged and crowned with thorns 
Flesh torn in payment for our sins, Jesus took up His cross
Falling for the...

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Panzram, Panzram, murder and rape man,
he a tortured boy, who knew no truth, presented 
to world as uncouth youth

Panzram here, Panzram there, no one kind...

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Bestial History Recycling
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SAVAGERY

Bound tight by blinding shock,

Captured stiff by coaled astonishment,

Enslaved hard by utter incredulity,

In sight to four tortured sacrifices - 

Humiliated human bonfires to appease the...

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Betrayed

There is no greater shock when you discover
one whom you trusted has stabbed you secretly in the back,
no not necessarily with a physical blade
but the...

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Betrayed

There is no greater shock when you discover
one whom you trusted has stabbed you secretly in the back,
No not necessarily with a physical blade
but the...

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So many, so dead

Where did they come from, and why?

Why do they hate us?



So much death, so much

Young people die much too soon

Parents live to...

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The scene was set in zoom
Knives were at the ready
Was dragged into the room
Hands really were not steady

Was to film the ritual
Camera in hand
Looked to...

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We are the dead
We are the dead
We are the dead
I look left, I see death
My right is in conversation with 
death
Behind me, the falling steps...

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The feelings I have in my stomach are of anger
And fear from long, long ago. The child in me 
Still suffers the brutal emotional violence...

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She enters the room, sipping blood red wine,
             Work of art, all competition...

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