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3/20/22
Maybe eventually we'll find other lifeforms
An intense sensation and feeling inside of my core
Paid for it, been quite the fight, like a war
Aware of it but much of it I ignored
Struck by five swords
Stuck in several ice storms
Sometimes I'm torn
Working on figuring out life more
Don't got time for
Praying and asking "why Lord?"
Won't do good like focusing on a high score
Or just relying on items from a supply store
The same could be said for suicide doors
And cyborgs
People will never get off their high horse
Meanwhile I refuse to die poor
Leaving behind nothing
Is mind-numbing
Let me help, look deep inside yourself
And you'll find something
Truth be told
In order to seize hold
Airstrikes and torpedoes
Been this way since a week old
Corruption and ignorance carries on, hardly ever vetoed
In the past a lot of trees smoked
For such a long time, I lost interest
But now I can't afford to stop a minute
I got to finish
It isn't talk or gimmicks
No I don't want a picnic
Or Honda Civic
This is going beyond optimism
I'm still on a mission
Won't ever get there, if I'm not committed
Drunk so much alcohol
I thought I found it all
At times I would sip wine
Never strychnine
I don't think it all is fine
I didn't , but eventually I did mind
Atop a hill climb
What I seeked to still find
Was found inside
Within time
No matter what the sun shall, let's see if I will shine
Across any ridge line
Support or go against it and get in line
I sit at my bench again,
this whole scene is getting old.
Same old sinners skulking in,
same defense a trillion-fold.
Next the room fills up with steam,
then flames shoot up through the grate.
I'm so bored I want to scream.
Now the part I really hate...
Blah, blah, blah, "I beg you, sir,"
"Tell Him there's been a mistake..."
Ugh - stop drooling on my fur!
YOU'LL be burning at the stake.
I've been doing this so long,
I forgot when it began.
Sentencing the endless throng
of the very worst of man.
NEXT...!
Come on, don't hold the line,
I've got legions more to see.
Quicksand. Sharks. Nice white strychnine.
Punishment is up to me.
Used to be I really dug
civic aspects of this job,
now I just want to unplug
from this whole unholy mob.
What if men just acted right?
What if more went UP, than down?
Maybe I'd take off a night,
or perhaps go out of town...
Wait - did I just HAVE that thought??
Oh my goodness, I'm not well...
Feel my head - am I still hot?
Guess there ARE cold days in hell!
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07/29/2015
~ A Monorhymed Fantasy ~
A virgin maid of twenty-nine
angelic face, most benign
Sought the life of the front lines
her upbringing undermined...
Two devilish, slack-jawed canines
leaped at the cowering feline
Antagonistic, their bloodlines
simmering in rancid brine...
Camouflaged prone, not supine
a-slither and a-serpentine
Amidst the poison ivy vine
fangs redolent of red strychnine...
Her pipedreams of bootleg moonshine
no street-grade heroin to mainline
Cannabis the new gold to find
cheaper than a sapphire mine
Armed with wings of cypress wine
embarked for distant shorelines
As she touched the finish line ~
vanished was the Temple Shrine
Here it lies in a pool of non-consenting blood, barely beating and still in shock all the while being whispered to this was love
Man is usually the predator and the weaker of the two is the prey, but when it comes to hearts who is to say
Anyone can be vulnerable, anyone can pay the price, just by giving in to feeling when you’re tired of all that runs through your veins is ice
At first it isn’t forceful but at the same time it isn’t fair, the way that your heart trusts the other believing it has found its pair
But sometimes you’re not even looking for it and it will hit you like a brick, and drag you down into the depths of the underbelly and make you feel so sick
Infesting you with its needle that drips its sickly consistency, concocted of strychnine and evil enraptured in a seed of unwanted ecstasy
Sometimes you’re tricked into believing that you asked for it that you’re the culprit here, but raping someone’s heart isn’t right that statement should be crystal clear
You’re taken and consumed forcibly into an attack, a fight that you weren’t prepared for, and your heart is defiled and left for dead writhing in pieces on the cold hard floor
Your heart is now wanton, violated indescribably, destruction has made its home here and no peace resides within and never will there be
Your heart is spoiled, broken, bleeding, untrusting and wants to never love again, it looks like a battlefield where you can’t tell the reality from the casualties running through your head
Do you report this vile transaction, and if so, then to who? If you don’t then the wicked one will walk away who raped your heart and mangled it too
But if you do know their name, would it really be a crime, it’s their hearts word against yours and it happens all the time
That unpleasant naked feeling will never go away, you can wrap your heart up in pretty bandages, but a band aid won’t make it okay
Your heart will never trust again even if it wants to try, once your heart has been raped, you’re never the same, I should know because that is how I lost mine.
The Strychnine Chameleon
Such playful things
My playful dreams
Bananafishbones
And wild mood swings
So strange is behind me
And strange is my place
Laughs screaming so LOUD
I fell far from Grace
Strychnine Chameleon
Designed so unique
Laughs screaming LOUDER
I’m fearing my fate
Love~ lies to leave me
Despised turned to hate
Laughs even LOUDER
So dark in my mind
Crisscross me chaos
It’s me I can’t find
Death comes then leaves me
So painstaking, what made it?
Cynic of colors
~This pain, “I CAN’T TAKE IT!!!”
Strychnine Chameleon
The needle in my vein
So vain
I’m only happy when it rains
My reign
So tragic how it all began!
Wicked I stand
Arm raised
I solute
My god praised
Filth
Repute
Strychnine Chameleon
Black and death are my soul
Sick in my taste
So sick in my hole
Suffering upside down
And suffering for more
My misery
The penetration of my agony
No death does part
Bleed me all
In treachery
Bleed me all
Eternity
So
Give me you
And suffer me
Sacrifice
This soul of mine
Consequence
In this world of mine
Judgment comes
No tomorrow’s mine
With sleight of hand
Why doesn’t panic set in?
“WHY DOESN’T PANIC SET IN!!!”
With these pictures of you
Why doesn’t my easel set true?
It isn’t enough for me to love~
Patient planets on their wheels revolve
they answer not for the treachery of their tides
But we’re made guilty of our own disasters
and we’ll hang by our own lazy geometry.
Our very own hapless crookedness
is reason enough for our bankruptcy
Oh, we may pretend and invent kinder tales
but in quiet rooms, in privacy, let us confess
that we, ourselves, are the choking strychnine,
and the muscles controlling the bone-white hand
if we all become handsome skeletons
who lack marked grave stones
let’s call it karma.
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A song for this
I Remember the Sun by XTC
Invisible Sun by The Police
Aim dead center, O aeon!
Era, this is now.
Ergo, O my stern scion;
Come to anyhow!
Looking-glasses are like wind.
Reality grinned.
Terror, tiger, tamarind!
Sacred til he sinned...
Gaunt the gambrel goblin?
No smile a-face today.
Whirling dervish, loud the din!
War, be on thy way!
Grey of the nebula pond;
Why is waiting good?
Yellow-speckled viper yawned!
Gone but understood!
Kingdoms are like prophecies?
Yes, in this context:
Rife, roil, rampant, rare! Disease!
Hell and Heaven, hexed...
Sort it out, O sordid sigh...
Do not ask us why?
Sylvan silver, art thou shy?
Bargain basement buy?
Syllable, unleash thy wrath!
Letters, break the chain!
Poems, place us on the path!
Language, take the lane!
Young is this old harpsichord?
Harpy, use a sword?
Bull, matador. Which gets gored?
Folly gets you floored.
Holly. Mistletoe, thy doom.
Poison, flow like wine.
Ivy, rune, ice, ancient tomb.
Cyanide strychnine.
If I said that I love you, believe it would be for life,
Just one snag though you would have to get rid of me wife.
It is you I yearn for, in your arms I want to be,
She is partial to strychnine or cyanide in her tea.
I feel your sun kissed skin and see you adorned in flowers
I imagine strangling her for nagging endlessly for hours
Just say yes you know you are meant for me
Then throw her weighted body into the sea
You know that I love you and have adored you from afar
She tried to kill me six time in her car
Say yes my sweet and together we will be
I know I would do it for you, will you do it for me?