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The shifting color-way of the sea,
from comfortable to extreme in dress.
Trash is not carried fashionably,
do not slap on this trend of distress.
There’s an image we strive to maintain,
I promise this does nothing for it.
A sad faux pas leaves only disdain.
The salty sweet smile of the ocean
conveys your long held in aggression.
No way to say this delicately,
it’s destructive to be this careless.
Can’t argue with a necessity
yet we live with this disgusting mess.
Dimethyl sulfide and acid rain
invading your senses bit by bit.
Pollution’s such an awful refrain.
Let beach couture call you to action,
and Mother Earth write out the caption.
It’s difficult
To contemplate
My F8
A sad ending to relate
A psychological way
To masturbate
As I progress
Thru my allotted years
I face and analyze
My internal fears
And shed somewhat regretful tears
Of not doing that or this
Reminiscing
Of what did I miss
As I hurtle towards
Death’s kiss
I realize
I don’t wish to leave
I want to stay
And not have to grieve
Life is a gift
You want to continue to receive
I wish to extend my subscription
And reaffirm my conviction
That living
Is the ultimate addiction
I admit to being greedy
And spiritually needy
And I’m not done
With questions or fun
Or being lazy soaking up the sun
I want more time
To write and rhyme
I need more days
To enjoy the sublime
I’ve spent to much chasing green paper
Wasting my time on a financial caper
Collecting crap that will outlive me
Only to be given to the next attendee
So, they may add to the pile of waste
Filling an emotionally empty space
It’s such a disgusting race
This is the F8 we face
The never-ending material chase
That simply has no place
Fleecing my time
Demanding I grind
To serve the unkind
I will make you a deal
I refuse to squeal
Bow or kneel
Or waste myself
As your personal toy on a shelf
I will be me
Come and see
Genuine and free
Not a care in the world
To which I was hurled
I will enjoy
The chains I destroy
As I disregard your ploy
To keep me locked in a cage
While you revel in my rage
To keep me from turning the page
To write a new section
Called my personal resurrection
This is my F8
Freedom’s reflection
Look into your own mirror
And own your fear
You having nothing to lose my dear
Eric (and sometimes not)
My wife feeds me dog food and she serves her dogs steaks.
I don't know how much more of this ******** that I can take.
You probably know that eating dog food sucks.
Everytime I eat that disgusting crap, I say yuck!
Whenever I demand better food, I begin to shout.
I'd give anything if I had enough money to eat out.
Everytime I complain about it, it does no good.
She never serves good food like she should.
When she serves me the dog food, she won't even take it out of the can.
I'm not a canine dammit, I'm a man!
After she feeds her four dogs, good food is something that I can never afford.
The dog catcher just took her dogs, it's too bad that I couldn't give him a reward.
My wife is furious and she's going to leave.
A miracle from Heaven is what I've received.
(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.)
"I'm short
I'm fat
I'm a wh*re
My a*s is too flat
I b*tch too much
And play too little
I'm nothing but a sl*t
Who f*ks for crystal
I'm never happy
Always sad
My hair is too nappy
I only make you mad
I suck in bed
Can't give good he*d
I'm not capable of making money
So I'm a thief instead
I'm ugly and disgusting
Nobody can trust me
I'm nothing but a h*e
Who f*ks for dr*gs and money"
So next time you decide
You might want to try to touch on me
Remember those words
The ones you've spoke of me
Because lies and accusations
May satisfy your conscience
But I'm not the one
Harboring skeletons in the closet
The Devil's Dead Roses
A prelude to the Bete Noire
Please stop Please stop
Don't look at my face
Please stop Please stop
Don't look at my face.
- Every time you see what I see
- Every time you see what I see
So precious
Disgusting taste
Back handed smile plays
Your devious face
So lost without me
Looking down without grace
Masquerade - You dance high
"So Great"
And the needle's laced
The Blood of Christ
In my hands
Understand! Understand!!
Still you laugh through me in sin
These cravings
So thirsty
Me first please
ME FIRST PLEASE!!!
I'm fiending
So lasting this laughing
It's fancy, us dancing
Delusions in envy
Pornographic Fantastic
Your eyes bleed
So frightening
My flesh disappearing
Your lies scream
You hate me
"I HATE YOU I HATE YOU"
So blinding
My eyes sting
Left silent Sick violence
We play for today
"My little prey come this way"
Separate from peace
A pornographic feast
And this poison that you're spitting on my flesh
And this poison that you're spitting is so fresh
And this poison that you spit
Is coming at me
It's all coming at me
And up my spine
Such wicked chills Diluted in envy
"TAKE OFF YOUR FUQQING MASK!!!"
Why you coming at me
Why me
Why me
Why you coming at me
Naked hand in hand
Sends wicked chills
And up my spine
Twisted little thrills
"How Divine!!?"
Delusions
A blind dream
I'm finding YOU WATCHING
You HATE ME
This hate thing
"I HATE DREAMS"
"I HATE DREAMS"
"I HATE DREAMS"
"I HATE DREAMS"
"I HATE DREAMS"
"I HATE DREAMS"
"I HATE DREAMS"
Your mask is so frightening
Back handed smile
A little guile
So sick
Looking in at your grin
When you stick me
"You fuqqing win"
So I just laugh and I laugh
And I sing and I laugh
And I dance and I laugh
And I laugh and I laugh
And a couple more drinks
And a couple more drinks ...
I never thought to see a man’s bones glistening white.
Nor see disembodied limbs flying left and right.
I never thought to see mud the colour of red
Nor see young men blown to bits or laid dead.
The rain isn’t water its blood mixed with tears
Trenches full of bloated corpses, lice, fleas and fears
No time to bury them all, but those that receive an earth overcoat
Are disturbed, exhumed by bombs, thrown in stagnant trenches to float.
Blown from their resting places scattered far and wide
Dodging, not only bombs and shells, but limbs landing by our side.
Men caught and ripped to shreds with razor wire and tracer shells.
Left to die hanging there, moaning, screaming, no funerals with church bells.
I never thought to see these things; I just thought victory, honour and glory
Not see death, destruction, waste and sights so disgusting and gory.
I only wanted to fight for my King, family and country
I never thought it would end, this massacre, mortal eyes should not see.
© 27/07/2012 ~GG~
It is the centenary year next year of the beginning of the Great War, I was inspired to write this after finding out I had a great Uncle that signed up for the Army, for King and Country .. he died at the end of September 1918 in France, never to return.
How many lies until my hands are in your brows? I ask
Perhaps a couple more lavender candles?
She tells me to write her literature before I can hitch her lips....
Disgusting? But here we are
How many more lies until my hands are in your brows?
A thousand?
I'm a pitiable man with an interest of stanzas
That's the problem with losing innocence,I know the world owes me nothing
But it's the valentine fever speaking.
So I touch on her Indian hair and she brushes on my waves
Modern love stories are hilarious
A couple shots on a day someone died will have us beneath sheets
Sweating like two dragons in a rumble
Plying on what's suppose to be sacred like it belongs to me
It's these type of poems I write with my eyes closed,
Look at the disgust
The day my future wife reads this I'm a dead man,
She's not here yet,so how many more lies until my hands are in your brows?
To her my words are scripture and these are my songs of songs
Swearing runs in the dysfunctional family,
the loud mother gets angry at her kids
and flings some items at them with animosity;
they listen and learn from her curse words.
It's a thrill to hang out with their friends,
it's easier to fit in when nasty words
are spewen out with rageful obscenity
and bullying others, they feel superiority.
If the disgusting language of rebellious teens
didn't offend or intimidate, it would fail them
in their expectations of being defiant thugs;
had they some morals, they would be a gem.
It's nighttime, the April air is very mild;
they binge and break bottles on trees,
their behavior becomes incredibly wild...
there's a fight, one of the boys bleeds.
Angie the mother of Brenda comes to his aid,
then slaps her daughter with fury in her lungs,
" It's past midnight, you should be in bed,
not hang out with a bunch of smelly drunks! "
Written on 5/19/2017
Dazed and bewildered I shed my reptilian
Skin an impedance not only in form and
Shape but impossible to traverse mountain
Ranges and rocky cliffs where the Dark
In his keen and senseless demeanor dared
Me to follow my Wolfe’s stature was much
Better suited for this pursuit and I knew
I would overcome the Dark before the light
Of the next full moon. My skill at shapeshifting
Unbeknownst to the evil ravenous disgusting
Creature I was trailing. Destruction was
My only hearts’ desire for the Dark. Where
Once love and beauty woke my everyday
Its’ betrayal had ruined every hope and
Light I had. Capture destroy protect the
Other life forms from the cruel black hearted
Dark. If it is the last thing I do God give me
Your blessings and the strength to do this
As the sun rises in the East and sets in
The West the Moon shall rise and the Dark
Shall fall.
It's the unfair society:
from lenient judges
to corrupt attorneys
and with some bad cops
who claim that their motto is:
" To serve and protect "
Oh, no don't tell me that I am crazy: I don't trust the Law!
It's an insult to society or to the ones who wrote it!
Oh, don't tell me that murderous thoughts
don't double-cross me to want to toss those offenders
into the slammer where they really belong!
I should be on that bench and give sentences
without showing sympathy or forgiveness!
One guy who had a bag of weed
was released the next day...
because it was his first offense!
It's foolishness...there were
two minors in that car:
wasn't it the fault of a lenient judge?
Hookers, so-called Ladies of the Night
are more protected than the ordinary citizens,
some wacko sees them as worthless beings
and kills them dumping them in marshes...
I am saddened by such murders,
but they don't lead a clean life!
Oh, don't tell that God doesn't have murderous thoughts like me!
But when some of one of them tap on your window, as you wait
for the red light to turn green, solicits sex for money...wouldn't
anybody have a murderous thought and give them a nasty look?
Oh, don't tell me that sex doesn't sell everywhere!
It's so disgusting to see ads with semi-nude models
advertizing for the big companies: it's the buck, not the morality!
And worse than that some guys watch **** as they drive!
O society so filthy and shameless, you have become so immoral,
putting away the Commandments that Moses God carved with fire!
It's wrong to hate a brother or sister,
and seek revenge with either curses or bad deeds...
slandering is not humane and compassionate;
if he or she did something wrong...show love,
don't have murderous thoughts! The hatred
makes the gun go off quickly and the knife cut very deep!
So goes for your neighbors, love them
as you would love your own and by spreading kindness:
darkness will be replaced by light,
and hate, ignorance and avarice by love!
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Susan Burch's contest,
" Getting Away With Murder/Murderous Thoughts "