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Stefan Hillyman Poem
Draped and locked like a curtain in Guantanamo
I use my words to peel scalps like Geronimo
Just like a teen girl my mouth has a heavy flow
If arousal luminesces then I'll make you glow
They're calling me a villain cuz I steal girls like Bowser
Wowzer, think I just filled my trousers
Though unlike the lizard I don't lose them to Italians
Cuz after one night girls confuse me for a stallion
Heart of obsidian inlaid with gold
A tongue of adamantium that stays so cold
My life is a story that's never been told
And I'm hoping that the credits roll before I get old
Copyright © Stefan Hillyman | Year Posted 2013
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Stefan Hillyman Poem
Like the best part of a dubstep song
I feel the slip slip and drop then it's gone
Like when we got it on with a double magnum on my dong
But that was a virgin page
And with that tight cage unlocked the rat was free to rage
And you know theres no way to gauge magnitude of the ensuing sexplosion
But at the epicenter of all the mental corrosion
Is that hooded figure, that master of commotion
And as the gas ball sets across the ocean he rises
From cracks and gashes, from shadows and ashes
No target in mind
No friends or enemies
Just hell bent on injecting the entropy
And it is just painfully oh-so-clear to see the swiftness and efficiency at which he commits atrocities
Over the screams and pleas the question hangs;
What can sooth this beast?
Copyright © Stefan Hillyman | Year Posted 2013
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Stefan Hillyman Poem
Work was the storm on which this affection rode in
A smirk soon to be metamorphed into grin
And at first all we wanted was to biblically sin
But then it began to begin from within and you vaulted
From horizontal friend
To causing me to mend those tendrils and fibers that keep the life fire higher
Taller than the locks of love on Fred Dryer
I know that's kinda silly
But that's what I'm talking about
Cuz speaking religiously, to the church of Ruckus I know you'll always be devout
I've never felt so comfy being claimed by another
Spending time in your presence has never been a bother
A I yurn to use this love gun to turn you into cannon fodder
I know that I never have to try and impress you
Or shower you with jewelry
Or buy you a dress or two
And it's precisely those facts and the silly way you act
That, so be it, if you asked for the world
I'd hurl myself into the dogmatic whirlpool
To the hilt I would plunge again and again
Each beautiful lunge fueled by the thoughts and visions of you
Sitting in your throne room, you know, the one with the view
Wear we are and more weary we will get
This world is mucky and people are ****
But your beacon has risen out of the mire
Like heated air it wafts higher and higher
I caught a single wiff and it lit a mental chemical fire
Let's burn a couple down and traipse through a forest
We'll be hearing people say "Those bastards are glorious"
Maybe we'll be rappers like Pac and Notorious
But whatever the endeavor it it doesn't make a difference
Because side by side we can hurdle any fence
Copyright © Stefan Hillyman | Year Posted 2013
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Stefan Hillyman Poem
We threaten the skies with our maniacal ascension
What's up is us now *****es, so I really hope you're listenin'
Irrational twitches and sharp women get the skin to stiffen
Drink everything in the vacinity
Until your stream of pee is nothing but the blood and limbs of your enemies
We keep on our feet
Quick step
Pitter patter
Stab us with your steely knives but you know it doesn't matter
More voices dance in the dome than the ****ing Mad Hatter
The arterial spray says it all
The proverbial writing on the wall
You picked up the phone but you'll never get to call
Our ruckus is suave
And will bring to fruition the fall of it all
Copyright © Stefan Hillyman | Year Posted 2013
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