He slips the noose around her slender neck
Cloaked and masked with heavy breath
He can't help but be obsessed
All the dolls hangin' around - pretty little lies that make not a sound
The poison of passion is imagined as they are undressed.
The dead in their eyes is magnificent
Ivory skin - chill to win
Realm of the dark, lips apart, he just has to do it - again and again
The equinox of evil with the essence of sin
Is it vanity or insanity - his dressing up to lure them in
Disquiet Devilry and a sip of gin and the perplexity of the evil twin.
The morbid beauty of death and dying
The lovelies I have twirling in the twilight
Death has changed my life - the quiet peace holds the ladies and - I tight
The divinity of debauchery - death is not treachery
It's like an estuary of decadent innocence.
Dainty damsels dangling Breathless but fabulous
Envisioning slitting their throats as if they were flowers
Heinous and horrific the macabre abounds
A carousel of corpses, a ballet of cadavers, a symphony of death
Dazzling
The eloquence of the end-of-life - exquisite and eternal
His masterpiece just hang'in around.....
How are you my pet?
Have all you need?
Are you all set?
Have all your wants and needs met?
Good, now it’s time to pay
With your vote for me today
Prove your loyalty and appreciation
To further our political masturbation
Of you my obedient pet
Just obey
And please don’t fret
We need your mindless conformity
As we employ our brand of deformity
Time to keep quiet and do as your told
As we bring you to heel
If I may be so bold
It’s the same story
That’s old and retold
We prey
You obey
And fit the mold
Of soulless servitude
To the heartless and cold
Surprise, surprise
Your existence has sold
To the lowest bidder
Is what I’m told
Now come my pet
And submit to the F. O. L. D.
(Follow Our Logic Deviant)
Eric (and sometimes not)
THE DEVIANT BLACK SHEEP
My flock is immensely proud,
each one stands tall in the crowd,
not me, I keep my stature small,
I get dwarfed amongst you all.
Mental power you show with flair,
none in the world you seem to care.
I’m the weakling, at heart so soft,
for my empathy I’m always scoffed.
All the time you loudly declare,
what you do and what you are.
In your midst I remain so quiet,
my genuine dues I could never get.
I’m branded as an ingroup deviant,
for in the family I’m the least pliant.
I’m the odd one, my own person,
on my candid way I want to go on.
In my lineage a lone misfit I’ve been,
but for me life is not about fitting in.
Life is about standing out in the heap
where I’m happy being a black sheep.
July 11, 2019
I'm dreaming of bleeding
My hearts in receding
A darkness descending
In chambers unending
I just want to flippin die
It's so putrid, I could cry
Could you please tell me why
The root of my disease
Will I rise from this beating
These pieces are excreting
Or, will I wither away
Decaying and replaying
The love that you gave
Dusted poison apon my grave
Your shovel was digging
Into my soul, it was stripping
Away with your laced pain
Taking a bullet, to your domain
I survived, unscathed
Or did I, really
Deeply rooted dark desires
of every deviant sexual urge,
divine and unconscionably
naughty primordial nuances
of sensuality unscrupulously
played out in dreamt midnight
rendezvous or reality if you dare...
it's not so hard to swallow
Section Three Deviant
You Sir are strange.
I've never met anyone like you.
You pick up freshly fallen conkers and eat them.
Why is that odd?
You dip them in dog crap first.
I've seen you kiss a cat on the lips.
Normal?
Not when it's been dead three weeks.
Then there was the time you said you were from Mars.
But your passport lists you as Venusian.
Is it fake?
You'll all be getting a picture of my friend, by email forthwith.
I never sent it; he did.
By thought alone.
You should see the **** he sends me.
Photos of all types of crap.
Real turds.
I delete them and he imprints them to my mind.
Now I like and respect the guy.
He's nice and polite but a tad different.
I suspect he'd like my brother.
He was quirky.
Would he tolerate him eating his dinner with his feet?
No.
But he would like his awful Japanese singing which is his party piece,
while wearing an old Kamikaze crash helmet.
Just wait till you see what he does with a tattoo gun and a cactus.
It's ever so funny!
I wish everyone had a friend like mine.
A Section Three Deviant.
Totally screwed in the head,
like the rest of us.
Either a Delinquent of a Deviant
Have I been a delinquent or a deviant?
What is message to me, God has sent?
Someday must go out on my very own
Knowing God will never leave me alone.
While I will rest and comfortably sit,
For me, you should try to finish it
With your ability and also endeavor
Now matter what may be the weather.
This should serve as an inspiration
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
Take whatever part of my poem you
want to and write a new one. Thanks.
A deviant devil with the number 86 blog,
Deviant art with a deviant type of log,
Try to teach the bible to an angel with one hand,
But fingers dipping and licking satans' land?
~~
deviant with his racism jokes that are crass,
Bothering good girls and and an angel lass,
Laughing bananas with a needle whore,
Not throwing the dark wolves out his door