I've little or no chance. Should I go for the kill?
With my skill and will, I must till every hard hill.
I'm my government. I must make my decision.
Amidst moral schisms, I have endless vision.
Like lions, tigers, and rhinos, I show aggression.
Doesn't this involve an ethical transgression?
There's a battle. There's a physio-psychic war.
Against the opponent, there's a beastly uproar.
Could I forget, yet, my prudent disposition?
Like a bear, I'm adamant about my mission.
Can 'catch as catch can' be a part of every game?
Shouldn't this too fit into an ethical frame?
The thing about killing Angels
you have to remember is always go for the kill shot
Most of them can easily take a grenade to the face
Those arch ones usually stay put and watch
Basically on tap with God
Seldomly they will make an appearance
Demons are tricky
Disguise themself basically animal vegetable mineral
One time my electric razor tried to bite a clump from my cheek, huh still makes me smile
He turned towards the boy
His crumple of a face
grimacing
The book boy learn it well
He turned hunched over
Bent and snatched the head from
the prone child at his feet
The sack boy open it
Without the head
We won’t be fed….
The boy pulling a single golden strand from his pocket
the strand warping reality around it
air forming the sack
Please
Just once
Not a three point shot…
Another 3 seconds he chide only infinity to go
At this rate we will be working long after the end
My heart can feel it, the overwhelming surge of emotion.
It grips and it tears with merciless ferocity as if it was a wild animal within my body and I can't stop it from overtaking me.
A transformation of sorts, a lycan from the underworld.
Born from the underbelly of my inner darkness and desolate descent into spirit death.
And as I decay, slowly decay.
I leave behind me when passing by as if a trail of lingering stench.
As if the smell is attached to the very essence of my being and human interaction.
Well maybe in my case inhuman interaction for I lost track of what mercy and belief in humanity is.
My world is now carnivorous and carnal.
I am a hunter now, I am always ready to go for the kill with guns that shoot emotional tranquilizers that ensure my remaining humanity is sedated, captured, and eaten.
I am never full.
Any hope of satisfaction or satiation is sedated.
Lord have mercy…..I don't remember the last time I had mercy.
I don't remember the last time I deserved it.
Mercy me, let those who can run away run free.
Let those who can run away, run away from me….
Ego slumbers when we are still ~
Doing nothing, go for the kill
16-Aug-2022
Luck I haven't but skills I do.
If you play my game I'll bury you.
Using my head and not my heart,
I control the game from the start.
I use my mind to chart a course
so, rest assured, you can bet on this horse.
I play to win, never to place;
Determination, that's my ace.
Whether it's cards, checkers or life,
I go for the kill, cut like a knife.
I'm not a poor loser, just a better winner
so, stand aside before your wallet gets thinner.
Never waste money on a game of chance:
a fool's wager in any circumstance.
I don't spend my hard-earned cash
on fools like you, just talking trash.
So, throw those dice or spin that wheel
or scratch that ticket; How does it feel?
Once again you're taken for a ride;
Luck enticed you, then let you slide.
Luck is a con man.
I'm not a big fan.
He'll take all you got
when you think you're hot.
If I bet, then you can bet too
that luck's not around to take his due.
Any luck I've ever had,
It's all been bad.
March 3, 2018
Nobody understands
Nobody cares
I'm trying to scream
But my lungs can't find air
No one believes
No one has faith
The game is over
This is check mate
think you're a queen
You're only a pawn
Demand respect
You've got it all wrong
Learn how to swim
But you only sink
Time to stop!
Listen and think
Next move is yours
Make it good
Take your time
So you're understood
Go for the kill
Time to engage
Think your free
Living in a cage
Keep on fighting
It's no use
My army is strong
Yours carries a noose
Turn your back
Keep walking away
My only wish
Is for you to stay
I`m gentle ,flexible but deadly,
Patient when I`m sober, aggressive when I`m hungry,
Humans!They think they are wise by setting 'trap',
'Trap' for me!but I can see it,for this I hiss.....,
many think I`m weak,but with my arrow teeth
I go for the kill;and the venom flows through his blood stream
and the heart stops making me to have a smooth feast.
Slowly I move,twisting and rattling with my tail,
You can touch me,sit on me,but my tail?...
Please don`t go there,it`s the heart of my body,
I`ll strike you dead if you do.
I`m endowed celestially,when I fire my arrow teeth
to any prey;it runs and staggered back to me
for me to swallow; don`t underestimate me.
I ask myself have I come to a stand still
Is this a halt?, or is this only a full stop
Because if I were to get back up that hill
I think I'd need a catapult to reach the top
Perhaps the fact I have now lost the will
Maybe a lighting bolt though I think I'd drop
And yet again, the same old run of the mill
Is it my fault if everything becomes a flop?
Again I need that high, looking for that thrill
Ignoring an insult if one dose take a pop
It's that same old feeling, again having nil
Feeling like an empty vault, a worthless crop
It's true what they say there's no magic pill
Follow a cult but I'd just skip and jump to hop
I'm told I've got nothing to lose go for the kill
But though I revolt, because I’m in this strop
Again another introspection taken from ideas
older wonder with pattern again another interpretasion
of ones self written by myself davidscott feb 2013
probably makes no sense
but whats going on in my head right now dont
just another way of clearing my head a bit STILL,,,,,,,,,,,,,
STILL TRYING TP ADD EXTRA VERSE
MAYBE IN FUTURE
Two minutes. Waiting.
My heart is ready to burst.
The lanes are naked, clean,
ready to be torn up by cleats
and sweat.
Hundreds of eyes blinking and
staring.
Chatter swarmed into a calm
storm underneath this dome.
Waiting is the hardest part.
The anticipation, building.
Struggling to breathe as I
strategize.
Faster here.
Ease up here.
Go for the kill.
Take him.
A vision.
It’s almost time. Everything
is clenched. Find my control.
Don’t go out too fast, find your
stride. Tail the leader.
Wait for the moment.
Step up onto the lanes.
Red and white.
My teammates looking on.
The stakes digging into my
Stomach.
Step up to your blocks.
My heart beats faster.
I want to throw up.
This is it.
On your mark.
My ankles shiver.
Adrenaline at full throttle.
I can’t lose. I can’t lose. Go.
Come girls, come and experience my bona fide offer
A sister, a female cousin, even your over eighteen daughter
You must keep me entertained
I am your Lion that needs to be tamed
You can look at me as your saviour
I bring you a new kind of flava
Just bring your attempt to grab my attention
You can be my compass and lead me in the right direction
But don't try those juvenile games
Acting childish is just so lame
The more confidence can make you braver
Just beware of my kind of flava
You will my best stuff that is real
I am not a predator waiting to go for the kill
If I start to ask a lot of questions, it is because you are under investigation
I wanna know if you are beneath my station
If my boy sees you on a street corner
No curds and whey for you or Little Miss Muffet or Little Jack Horner
The focus in my question is to see the truth, there will be no waivers
The truth is part of a new kind of flava
I see a green, slimy smog coming from your mouth
It smells so bad, it should have come from down south
You smile like it's no big deal
If bad breath was a move in wrestling, you could go for the kill
I give up, so I will wave the white flag
Don't breathe my way, your breath makes me gag
I will stay upwind to avoid the wave of the breath attack
Do you eat fresh onion and garlic as a snack?
Febreeze won't help neutralize you
We can solve this with a mouth full of Gorrilla Glue
If that don't work you be outside the bio dome
Get the hint? Your parents don't even invite you home
There is no me and you as friends
Your breath is like time, it never ends
The female deer would not breed with you if you were a stag
Move on, move out, your breath makes me gag