Honey, my darling Baby Girl...why did you just shoot my favorite shirt in the heart?
I appreciate the fact that you're upset because I took your cellphone away for a week.
I understand your angst, your cellphone is your lifeline to the outside world.
Oh, my dear Honey Child! I appreciate every last drop of your sunshine that shines on Me!
But, I would have appreciated it more...if you would have waited till I took it off Darlin'!
It's the one that you gave me for my birthday that weekend on the lake with Mom!
It came quiet as the night
Nothing you could fight
It drifted unnoticed in the air
More lethal than an angry bear
He didn't feel a breeze, he didn't feel a change
Nothing out of order, nothing struck him strange
It bound to his hemoglobin, 200 times as strong
His cells were suffocating, all systems going wrong.
They found him in my car, a snow drift behind
The got him out in time for the poison to unwind
I researched it, other compounds also creep in stealth
They may change the way you act, they may destroy your health.
A crime mob found this out, they can ambush, poison you
The motive might be foggy, the method leaves no clue
Just another thing to worry about these days
Bad things can happen, in so many new ways.
See, there are crimes you know were done
But with stealthy drugs in air, there is no smoking gun
We can rub the wrong guy the wrong way
then wonder why the joy fades out, and our life goes gray.
It was a funeral for myself
And I still haven't buried her yet
The sky opened up and released its anger
Rained down in grief and sadness
The only other witness to her multiple deaths
The world built her to break
It was too late to save her
For she was now unrecognisable
In a casket crafted from pain
I, the only witness
To this silent tragedy
To the world it was quiet
But to her it was deafening
The constant reminder of being black
Of the trials and tribulations
Of going to hell and back
Her killers
Well, I think we all know the answer to that
The ghosts of the many parts she killed
Still harbour the body she's in
She knows she'll be forever haunted by the deaths within
She carried the guilt that was not her burden
She finally succumbed to a death that should never happened
And now the parts of her that still live
Are left with all the damage
To the little black girl within
You should never had to ask for forgiveness
For who you are, and all of your blackness
So with that being said to all the parts of me I had to kill
I hope you rest in peace
they wheeled me in like a busted fridge
metal bolts, the stink of bleach
my hands were calm for once—
you'd think I'd scream,
but I'd already done all my screaming.
a priest mumbled junk at me—
I asked for a cigarette,
he gave me god instead.
the guards were kids
shaking like leaves
they strapped me tight
like I was gonna run.
I looked at the bulb overhead—
thought of the girl in Idaho,
how she laughed
before I broke her neck.
I almost cried.
almost.
they stuffed cotton in my mouth,
clamped that steel cap down
like I was a bad battery.
somebody puked.
someone else prayed.
me? I grinned.
the juice hit—
a million volts of penance.
my spine tried to climb out,
my teeth danced,
my bowels gave up.
and still
it didn’t feel like enough.
not even close.
Hopelessness
When your body and mind are disconnected
When your falling in a sea of darkness and accept it
When the silence is loud you can hear your heartbeat
It's the feeling of a deep pit
In your stomach
All the contents of your stomach being Consumed by it
Replaced by the feeling of sickness
Leaving a taste of lingering bitterness
Creating an atmosphere in which you question what is the point of living When life feels so meaningless
Clouding your thoughts and taking your happiness
Leaving you with nothing but emptiness
A lingering ache in your chest
Rendering your heart stressed
Pumping the tainted blood around your body, travelling to the mind leaving you depressed
Having to deal with the lifelong effects
he didn’t blink
when the light caught his face—
just stared like a dog too long in the rain.
no prayers,
no cries,
no family on the concrete bench.
he killed for sport,
like swatting flies—
and still the world made room for him.
the guards were tired,
the chaplain bored.
death smelled like disinfectant and steel.
he coughed once.
then again.
then silence.
nobody wept—
not even the devil.
True, a taste of tomorrow is bitter sweet
in minds eye, or even in sleep
but is it truth, or is it lie
only you 'll know, when you search for the why
But know this, when love, it is found
there are no reasons left, the truth profound
its a peace, a calm, a beauty absorbed
its the inner voice plus a proof, that cant ignore
no more shadows , that cant find a home
no more whispers, in the dark, alone
i'm here, i'm near, so talk to me
but show respect, or l shall flee
what are you looking for ?
is it really found ?
or are you wandering, lost,
like heavy rain clouds
i'm here, i'm near, so talk to me
but show respect, or l shall flee
what is anger ? it's a killer of souls
l choose not to be-friend it, l embrace love...whole
so talk to me, l listen, l hear
but don't show me your hate
........................................or l shall flee.
I'm born to kill. My name betrays
brutality in each grim ton.
I'm all my moniker portrays.
I'm born to kill.
But can I stop what I've begun
as my great appetite obeys
a blood urge? Can it be undone?
Will once I learn to change my ways?
Will I break through to see the sun,
so, my genes won't say all my days -
I'm born to kill?
Image 5
Calm entity
entered in disguise,
silence before the scream,
walked in flesh and clotted blood.
No empathy,
no sympathy—
only rage and a ticking bomb.
Each slay, barbaric despair.
Each pulse, a metronome of fate.
Each breath, a ticking alibi.
Invasion. Foul play.
Mind occupied,
inquiring around—
an art of silent prayers
no one understands.
Lucifer commands, all in delusion.
Garnished trophies to remember the names.
No fumbling, no rambling—
only mind-twisted monsters,
carved in bones and thirsty for more.
Breathe in fresh air,
roam through crowded spaces,
slow and calm,
wearing a veil of illusion.
Wearing gloves of blood,
just like you and me—
he vanishes into thin air.
He doesn’t chase,
doesn’t flee,
just the blade cutting through—
then smiles in your mirrors,
Whispers the satanic lullabies,
a cold-blooded monster
burried in a coffin
that nobody knows.
Deceit is a silent killer
Yet so many wear it well
They master the art of pretending
And call the mask a shield.
Like her
She crowned me with tender lies
Draped in robes of sweet illusion
And I, the fool, saw no disguise.
I was blind
To the poison in her touch
Too drunk on the way she smiled
Too far gone to feel the clutch.
I mistook the trap for tenderness
The dagger for a kiss
Wrapped in warmth that withered me
And still, I called it bliss.
Little did I know
I was held by hands that planned my fall
In the arms of lovely hate
Until I lost it all.
To Be Sung to the Tune of Man on the Silver Mountain in the style of Ronnie James Dio with Rainbow
I compute, I compute
I'm a meticulous brute
you can't stop me from filing
Cause I'm no fun, I'm no fun
But I get your tax done
The new tax code I'm learning
I wear bland attire
and lift your refund higher
Someone's screaming my name
Come and save me money again
I'm the killer accountant
I'm the killer accountant
In the day in the day
I can show you the way
And look, I'm right beside you
In the night, in the night
you will not be uptight
Uncle Sam can't see inside you
Write off your dryer
Lift my pencil higher
Someone's screaming my name
Come and save me money again,
I'm the killer accountant
I'm the killer accountant, hey, hey
Well, I can help you, you know I can
I'm the killer accountant
I'm the killer accountant
Just look at me and listen
I'm the man, the man, give you my hand
I'm the killer accountant
Write off your dryer, lift my pencil higher
I'm the killer accountant, I’m the killer accountant
Have no fear, no fright, there’s no audit - that’s right
I’m the killer accountant
they don’t walk like the rest of us—
there’s a rhythm, yes, but it’s off-beat,
like jazz played in a padded cell.
it starts early—when the dog barked too loud
and nobody hugged them after.
the world lit its fuse,
and turned the other way.
they grow quiet in the corners of rooms,
watching how the meat falls off the bone,
how people talk and never mean it.
they learn that silence
can be louder than a scream,
that control is a scalpel—
and god never showed up,
to stop one.
trophies?
souvenirs from where the soul cracked.
a button, a tooth, a braid of hair—
proof that something existed
and bowed before them.
the rest of us save postcards.
they save reminders
that they were finally seen.
that someone, for one goddamned second,
was real.
A bedroom door that never locked,
Footsteps heavy like thunderclocks,
Mother's wine glass, cracked and red,
Words that bruised more than fists ever did.
A closet full of whispered screams,
Apologies lost in fevered dreams,
Father's belt, a sermon preached,
Love, a language never reached.
A dog buried in silence deep,
Secrets traded instead of sleep,
Schoolyard eyes like hunting knives,
Laughter echoing butchered lives.
The smell of ash, of plastic burned,
Lessons no one else had learned,
The joy of breaking dolls in two,
Just to feel a shadow move.
Windows rattled by unseen guilt,
Churches built where lies were spilt,
A hand too firm, a voice too loud,
Praise withheld like poisoned shrouds.
The grin he wore was not his own,
But stitched from pain he’d never shown,
And in the attic of his skull,
He catalogued what makes life dull.
Not born of hell, nor born insane,
But carved by years of steady pain—
And now the world must guess his name.
He had a killer of a smile
But his mind was a blank
He could run a country mile
Though he was built like a tank
He got married eight times
But each bride soon brought him back
Rejected for his pebble-sized brain
My sweet smiling Uncle Mack
The famous killer seven the great...
I killed seven mosquitoes
All of a Sole Played
I turned hero immediately,... !
A HERO NOW I AM...
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