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James Stevenson Poem
I am
I am the mad dog your in my wicked fangs,
things are getting dark,and I'm feeling kinda strange
strange enough for me ,am I strange enough for you?
your stuck in my fangs and my fangs they are few .
I am the wickedness ,I am in full bloom.
I have started howling , but you've been barking at the moon .
Things are so freaky, I start to scare myself ,
when I look in the mirror I think I'm somthing else.
I don't know if I'm crazy or if I'm tottaly wack,
I don't know if the daylights dark or if the night is black,
So I'll just be a freakin'.untill this life is done,
I am not the chosen, I am not the one .
So when your mind gets rearranged and your feeling
kinda strange,Don't blame yourself
you can just blame me ,I am your sickness
And your destany............
James......................................
Copyright © James Stevenson | Year Posted 2011
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James Stevenson Poem
Some people think I'm crazy
and others think I'm mad
But every day I breathe
is the best day I've ever had.
James Stevenson..................................
Copyright © James Stevenson | Year Posted 2012
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James Stevenson Poem
I'm the hand that rocked your cradle,
I'm in your life ,you know it's fatle
I'll take your life,and crush your mind.
you will feel me from behind your fears,
I'll cloud your thoughts,as I sip your tears,
I'm your disease, I'm uncle sick.
I'm the bastard and the quik ,
To devour and deceive .
I'll breathe your last breath before I leave .
Your dying body laying down,I'll rip you raw
a twisted sound,I taste your flesh as my jaws
chomp down.
I've got the fangs ,I'm the evil clown ,
my blood shot eye's ,my flesh filled teeth,
I'm the God of a dead belief,you read
of me in the Holy book,
when I spoke the mountains shook,
I rule the wicked ,I ride the wind ,
and were I blow there is sin.
James.......................
Copyright © James Stevenson | Year Posted 2011
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James Stevenson Poem
Some one take my dreams away Appoint them to another day I have to many personalities its my true reality
I look at you got no words to say It clouds my mind up every day
I'll dress you up in my skin when you stand up I'll fall again I keeps calling me
I cant do the right Ive closed my eyes to gain my sight
James .............
Copyright © James Stevenson | Year Posted 2013
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James Stevenson Poem
I met a fallen Angel
she had a gleem in her eye
I saw the Devil in her face
and now my hands are tied .
We have gone to the places
of her pleasure rage
the sound of strapped flesh
and no ones turned the page .
The blood is chilling in my veins
her body a little worn
I feel and taste her kisses
her flesh is being torn.
james....................................
Copyright © James Stevenson | Year Posted 2011
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James Stevenson Poem
I dream of death
as I'm sliding down
from my grave
onto the ground
The silence is loud
I hear not a sound
I feel the love drip
so now I can drowned
I see the wind growing
from a gentle breeze
my savior is evil
am I the
desiease....
James......................
Copyright © James Stevenson | Year Posted 2011
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James Stevenson Poem
love is an emotion
like the sickness on the sea
And when the devil took
your soul
I lost the biggest
part of me ...............
James ..................
Copyright © James Stevenson | Year Posted 2011
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James Stevenson Poem
I often wonder
what make's
the world go around
why my eyes see
and my skin turns brown
why my hair curls
and why do birds fly
and if i quit breathing
why should I die
James...................
Copyright © James Stevenson | Year Posted 2011
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James Stevenson Poem
Save
a child
kill
a paedophile
James.............................
Copyright © James Stevenson | Year Posted 2010
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James Stevenson Poem
If I was a person, the kind you'd like to be
Would you leave the devil living inside of me ?
I do like the hatred ,I barley feel the pain
I could be you;r sickness driving you insane .
I can feel the swelling ,of your busted lips .
I can taste the honey ,dripping from your hips .
I can feel your body ,you can pen me down .
You can paint me bloody ,
I 'll be your little clown.
James............................
Copyright © James Stevenson | Year Posted 2010
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