There's a teddy bear with his feet in the air
in the middle of the cat's soft bed.
It was his favourite toy, his pride and joy,
'til he decided to rip off it's head.
If you believe as I've come to believe,
that reincarnation, by design,
brings serial killers back, who continue to attack
in the form of a fuzzy feline.
He has a skill for the hunt and the kill.
You just know he's been at it forever.
But the new disguise -those whiskers, those eyes -
well that was damn well clever.
Sept. 5, 2026
Apologies...
Remember that ifs, buts, and maybes
mean nothing to mad dogs with rabies.
For, in either case,
they'll rip off your face,
and then will proceed to your baby's.
One's Mind is a Battlefield
One's mind is a Battlefield,
But strength transforms in the smoke,
Intellect to breathe.
Through chaos when old fears insults.
The war inside ain't quiet- is quick-witted,
It's real-
Until now resilience occurs in the places
Doubt tries to rip-off.
Shadows lure from corners,
Anxiety creeps like a thief, even so
Truth stands guard, grounding beliefs.
One derives in the midway of the mess,
Rooted and aware, turning every mental
Clash into proof of staying here.
This isn't just existing the Battle-
It's reshaping the terrain,
Building power from struggles, judgment
Calm in the tension resilience emerges
Motion, a Victory reclaimed,
A soilder of self-worth marching concluded
What once felt fierce.
Sometimes I feel as if the world will end tomorrow.
I feel the soil will rattle as the oceans awaken in a parasitic rage of humanity.
I feel the doom of our existence dancing in a graceful fragility on the tip of our tongues.
I feel the tender denial of death will wrap its cold limbs around us and inhale the sin of our souls.
The fire and the water will no longer engage in an endless battle of elemental pride.
The trees and the dirt will rip off the path we forget to worship; a farewell of forged purification.
The horrors of humanity will rise in a price no virtue can bind to pay.
The sacrificial redundance of good, a waste to the bloodsuckers of skin.
The goosebumps fight my heartbeat’s resistance to live.
My screams fight the water’s thirst to consume my gurgles.
The flail of my arms fight the world’s desire to strip my soul away.
As the salt swallows me whole,
As the cold drowns me in its void,
As my soul sacrifices to the rage,
I will call your name.<
They will use your skin as leather
if you let them
They will peel your bones to eat your marrow
If you let them
They will rip off your scalp for a wig
If you let them
They will eat your children's guts
If you let them
They will use your skin, peel your bones, rip off your scalp, eat your children’s guts
Don’t let them.
How can you hate my people as you commercialize our food,
You look at our skin and see dirty lake water.
Believing that we don’t deserve the same as you,
We work hard for our families and are proud.
We learned to be strong and stand up for our rights.
Casting us out like we're not human,
Blinded and taught by hate
Coming from someone that climbed over a wall
To get a space in this wretched place.
You enjoy our music, culture and art
Putting on our Race like it’s a costume.
Let me rip off your cloth like you ripped families apart.
Don’t forget who you're messing with!
We our in the fields feeding your mouths,
Building so you have a place to sleep,
Creating so you dance in the night life.
We are not afraid to speak up,
We are a race of motivators with poor resources.
I am proud to be Mexican,
I love my tan skin, my fiery soul and strive for better.
You can take away everything but you can’t erase the history we will make.
hell comes and goes
it slips behind a thought
then
that high sprung
jack-in-the box
that grin on a spring
jumps out
i fall sick of myself
self-awareness leaks
out of a cosmic butt
it happens
you never see the trapdoor roof
of the box looming
trembling
it is then that i pray and cuss
cuss and pray
I should chase down the devil
pin him down
rip off his clown face
tell him
ever so gently
to stop bloody well
being
me
a house abandoned
walls caved in
the windows no panes
and the floors creek
yet still a spark of beauty
flawed and few
nothing inbetween
i stay reflecting on the past…
it used to be thriving
full of life
kids playing, people residing
the memories the walls hold
indents of several souls
the history of not one but two,
i take a step back
a dark shadow sweeps through
i slowly watch the rug unroll
its clearer now,
a story unfolds
the faint echo of screaming
and the vision of blood shot eyes gleaming
tear stained curtains rip off the wall
the cracks aren’t just age,
they’re scars, i withdrawal
the hands of man destroyed her beauty
left her falling apart, while neglecting his duty’s
i can’t help but think
she’s stayed so strong throughout the years
still standing tall despite hers scars and constant fear
but,
she’s abandoned now, all withered and torn
at the hands of a man she once adorned
but beneath the surface her foundation stayed strong
it’s the beauty within that’s made her last this long.
red rose price rises
faster than flaccid todgers ~
a blooming rip off!!!
I don’t know what you’re saying
And I don’t really care
Let’s take off all our clothes
And cut off all our hair
We’ll swim inside our blood
While drinking in our skin
We’ll look inside our ears
And pull out every pin
We’ll give until we can’t
We’ll take until we’re full
We’ll idolize ourselves
And dive into the pool
We’ll leave behind the land
‘Cause we’re not trees or moles
We’ll rip off all the fat
And fly the sheets on poles
Now we don’t need a plan
And we don’t need to see
We don’t need all the noise
That drowns out you and me
hell comes and goes
that old
high sprung
jack-in-the box
grin on a spring
jumps out
pop goes my holy holisticness
i fall sick of myself
my all-a-roundness leaks
stuff looms
it happens
then i pray and cuss
cuss and pray
chase down the devil
pin him down
rip off his clown face
tell him
ever
so
gently
to stop being me
Search for me
Pull me out
Of myself and self doubt
Snake charmer play your magic flute
Make me believe you love me too
Reach way down deep
Past brick walls
Beyond pretend, to all my flaws
See the Me that I really am
Love me truly if you truly can
Rip off my mask
Tear my disguise
Don't believe my pretty lies
Hear my real voice, feel underneath
Let me be enough, finally
Chorus. Let me be enough to deserve the love you give
Let me wake with you each day, and each day let me live
Knowing you know me, yes, you do…
Your enough for me, let me be enough for you.
Lift my veil
Reveal my face
Lead me to amazing grace
Overlook the wrong I don't mean to do
And I promise to love you like this too.
Strip me down
to the skin
As innocent as I was then
A new creature without any rust
And show me once again how to trust
Clean me up
with great care
Until I stand before you bare
Let the shame I feel finally go away
Let our life begin brand new today
WILD CAT, RIP IT APART ONCE AGAIN
Been a while I tasted it raw
Taste of a living flesh full of blood
My claws are itchy
Craving to rip off the furs and pounce on the flesh
My fangs and rusty
Need be oiled by the drippings
Mouth drooling the hunger is as large as the flesh
I just wanna rip the flesh again
Like a snow wolf after the winter
Too long a life without a feed
Many nights of hunger and thirst
Long curvy fiery claws
Guiding the wooly paws
The wild cat's whiskers are overgrown
Yet without bloodstains in a while
Seasons of cold and hot
Nights of starving and days of thirst
Big cats of the wild
Rip it out and eat from the middle
Howl louder big wild cat
Lure your mate out of the woods
Feed on the familiar tasty flesh
Your favourite of all delicacy
Lick the fluid off your whiskers
Flex the powers in your right limbs
Stretch out the veins and let them pop
Chase and make a catch
Pant in awe of your satisfaction
A well deserved meal after a while
It is time to rip it apart again
The hole
The hole I feel every year
Mother’s Day and Father’s Day
Celebration for your off spring
The hole that no one can take
Each year the hole grows
I want to call you up on the phone
Tell you about all the things
You believe I would never do
After all I was created by you!
Each yeah the hole grows
As I watch marriages grow
Knowing you will never give me away,
Oh wait, you did already, for your personal gain
Alcohol, laughs and even jokes
While your daughter had to encounter the strokes.
Not the way I dream of to be given to a man at just 9 years old.
Each year the hole grows
Wanting to be seen and heard
And be told I’m so proud of you
Only to be nothing more than the dirt on your shoes
Instead your voices play over within my head
“You will amount to nothing”
“You tell and I find out, I’ll make it so you can’t speak”
The hole that grows
And the pain that seeps
With every mother and father love story
I just want to rip off my ears
The hole grows
Each day, sucking the life away
While I wonder on earth as a stray
Unwanted and disregarded
Forever parted
The hole grows
They sing their own songs
In the spirit of light.
No, they do not take credit for that.
Nor, do they drain under dust and disdain
That suffers hollow minds.
They compose their verses in the wind
And revel at their spirits’ charm, or so as it seems.
They inspire dance in a dragonfly,
Touch in a bee, or a butterfly.
And quiver not at the bleat of a goat.
They do not complain, nor do they seek---
Attention, that spoil ribbons of love.
They bury moments in pure delight,
Unlike men that lose sight of purpose.
And coil under their own vulnerabilities.
They do not fantasize their own glory
Nor live a lie that do not define them.
They swell in pride with pure submission,
That, for man, would take years to fathom
As deliberate apprehensions rip off their minds.
They sing their verse, unheard, unsung
Revel, in the breast of Mother Earth.
They feel Her beat, Her heat, and in sweet surrender
Submit to the gallows of Time.
Though hated, sometimes scorned, undervalued
for their power to produce and reproduce.
For encroaching unknown territories,
Yet they don't complain, for they know
Love is for all and they are no exception.
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