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i battled the urge for years . i can no more .
i have never been much of a morning person . recent
engagements have left me bruised , worn out and sore.
the good in me...gone . i brand myself , no longer decent .
it began one still night ... i was sound asleep .
suddenly i felt an evil presence above me . slowly i
opened my eyes ..a battle...minutes pass , and then not even a peep.
the letters were no more than their name had suggested..'bits'....sigh.
one more day had passed . i sat staring into my lethal hands ,
wondering what was to come . i suddenly found myself swatting air ..
a stupid little bee ! the scent of honey was left behind as i ruined its plans
to sting me . after taking the life , i continued my stare .
as i slept , seemingly i crept through a jungle towards a
very scary sound . just beyond some sugar and brush , there it
stood ...a tiger . i remember thinking to myself ...i shall not be your prey.
famous last words , " they're grrreat " ... sounds flaky i'll admit .
as corny as it sounds , it doesn't stop there . my next victim wasn't far
off . noisy little creature ...call of the morning ...the crack of dawn .
i squeezed it's neck..screeching , reminiscent of a squad car .
i had never before seen a green rooster . still tired .....yawn.
do unto others as you would have them do unto you . i bit
his neck as hard as i could , the taste of chocolate in my mouth .
the count was down ..frank and boo ran away . another murder i did commit .
ashamed of my guilty pleasure ...my head due south .
i was pecked upon the head and neck . i won't lie , i was scared .
my first thought ...tou-can play at this game . but then i just shot
him . the colorful bird lay dead... my life had been spared.
sam , as i called him ...talk again , he must not .
a ship in the distance , now near . a crew of ten and the man in blue .
they never even knew i was there . luck had been in my corner . the old
cap'n was a fierce opponent , but his death way over due .
with a swing of my spoon there was a crunch ...a monster taking hold .
the list grows as i live , you see .... alpha bits ,honey nut cheerios ,frosted
flakes ,corn flakes ,count chocula ,fruit loops ,cap'n crunch ...a real life thriller ,
for i am a crazy son of a b_tch....in the morn , always exhausted ,
that will one day be well known as ....the infamous cereal killer !
Copyright © Brian Carver | Year Posted 2007
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i am not satisfied with where i have to call
home . it stinks , most of the time . my
neighbor is a real ******* . my roommate gets to
have most of the fun.. in palm, pink, red or even brown eye .
i think i may be in the u.s. navy . i keep hearing
stories of navel and semen . it's always dark
here , i very rarely get out and about . crap ,
what are u doing , this isn't an amusement park ...
it seems i get the worst of everything ...hit ,
scratched , sometimes he even shaves me . if i am
lucky , i can get licked once in a while . i know
you think i complain alot , but i don't give a damn .
down in the dumps , i feel blue . the moment i
actually get to see daylight , a snap ..the zipper shuts.
everything is wrong , just seems out of place .
i don't know , maybe i am just ......nuts .
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the sun beams its beautiful warm rays down onto us . ask nearly
anyone, what their favorite weather is , sunny would be the answer.
every plant , animal and human needs the sun ... and enjoys it so.
strange how something so crucial , can also cause cancer .
the wind feels fantastic , on a sunny day . nothing feels better
than a much needed breeze , while catching rays , lying on a beach towel .
cruising the boulevard , hair blowing in the wind . buildings crumbling
over into the streets , homes losing their structure ...a terrifying howl .
enjoying a brisk drive through the countryside . gorgeous , natural
landscaping , outlining the rural roads . rain falling , rainbows, stunning hues,
a soft wind . water feeds the plant life , drenching the soil . the blacktop
becomes slick , tires slide .... horrible crunching , screams ... death ensues .
drink in hand , walking after a quiet rain , taking advantage of the fresh air.
darkness begins to fall over the sky . feelings of being watched , haunt her
imagination . a short cut , through an alley , proves fatal . two men
approach ...demanding money . the brutal attack ... she could not deter.
the most natural thing in the world , some would say . two warm bodies
entwined , kissing , caressing , expressing deep desires , anything to please.
seamingly melting in each others arms , leaves them wanting more . at
the time , never considering , death from a venereal disease .
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if i really wanted to...
if i leave u at a roadside , in the middle of nowhere...
and drop all of your stuff at random points...
if i flood your house with dirty toilet water...
eat all of your food and sell all of your joints...
if i beat the hell out of your car and run it into a ditch...
maybe give that nasty movie you made to your mom...
if i start dating your sister and a couple of your friends...
walk into your office and drop a stink bomb...
if i feed your stupid cat to my burmese python...
ride your prize horse into some quicksand...
if i drop a deuce or two in your swimming pool...
pour some gasoline and destroy all of your land...
if i cut up your furniture with my chainsaw...
and toss my cookies inside your computer towers...
if i use your phone to call party lines , egypt and china...
cut telephone lines and run my truck through your flowers...
...i could f_ck you .
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so i have the farts , the farts i say
big one little one , won't go away.
nasty farts smelly farts , i have the farts
in my sharts...i say my sharts
cuz it rhymes with farts instead of shorts
which i guess rhymes in sorts
with my nasty little port .
my _ss my _ss, it burns from the gas.
the gas it stinks , the gas turns to shats
i shat my sharts , i did i did.
i shat in the floor i shat in my bid.
i say bid cuz it rhymes with did. i pay
respects to the porcelain god , i pray
i spray , i shat , i moan , today..
tomorrow i sh_t and groan to my dismay.
it hurt , it hurt , it stank like hell
held my nose , couldn't stand the smell
it stank , it was rank ..really bad
it hurt my feelings and made me mad
so sad so sad i really am sad
for all that sh_t i had to shad.
i say shad cuz it rhymes with sad
since it ran in my jeans , i guess i'll blame dad.
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my love
shall be for one , and for one only.
will be whole , well beyond my dying day.
can subside any pains.
is never lacking , in any way.
my respect
shall be of highest regard.
will be strong and tireless.
can shine through any turmoils.
is true , and in time will progress.
my honesty
shall never fail , even when i have done wrong.
will demand respect .
can cure all worries .
is to a fault , nothing to suspect .
Copyright © Brian Carver | Year Posted 2006
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life taken so suddenly... and painfully so,
no time to satisfy desires of togetherness.
happiness to unexpected fear, emotions flow...
remorse , love , compassion, desolateness.
her words haunt my memory , " i never thought
this year would come to this ." i sat , staring
into her eyes , nearly motionless ... distraught .
suffering of pain ...... my heart tearing.
external beauty fading by loss of hair and weight.
bones deteriorating quickly. everyday abilities ...gone.
worries of what's to come. my father , her soulmate ,
by her side ... august 10th..she's taken at dawn.
to this day , it still doesn't seem real . i
find myself expecting to be greeted by her whenever
i return 'home' . and although i have told her goodbye ,
she shall remain in my life forever.
my dad , my brother and i were all with her as she passed....
....we all miss her dearly.
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we talked for hours at a time , without even realizing it.
sometimes our conversations would be about life , religion and love .
a few times , it seemed to be more about laughter and having fun .
she is someone i had come , to think the world of .
her , three children ...and myself , none .
we met online , and quickly became friends . i spent
most of my time looking forward to hearing her thoughts and ideas . we
called each other , almost daily . i began thinking of her more , as time
passed . could she feel the same ? turns out , to a much lesser degree .
one thing is for sure , unshared love , is not a victimless crime .
i broke a promise to her , almost seemed out of my control .
to never bring up my feelings towards her again . to only be a true friend
forever . my attraction to her gained strength , every time we talked .
however hard i tried , i just could not get myself to pretend .
the really bad thing is , the more i chased , the more she felt stalked.
i wanted her , because i couldn't have her , she would constantly say .
but that simply doesn't make sense . i wanted to be with her long before
i knew i couldn't . life has taught me , not to give up so easily . it
recently has taught me , just the opposite . try ..... what for ?
not only to lose hope , but also a good friend . i miss you , i submit .
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influenced by living , time and
sometimes encouraged by others
i have decided to leave this land
one day , and be closer to my mother.
time has trampeled my life ,
my dreams are all shattered. no
children , no future and no wife...
having nobody to hold , nothing to show.
there's nothing i control , in which i can change
to make my life better. having friends is
wonderful , although i always feel estrang-
ed. my life so boring , drab , having no fizz.
~revised~
life is precious and not a thing is worth
causing anyone to leave it . so no matter how bad
it gets , even unshared love. nothing on this earth
..not anger , not pain... no matter how lost or sad...
.....shall force my early departure
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a friend will listen when you have something to say.
comfort when you have had a bad day.
a friend will acknowledge when they have done wrong.
be your strength when you are not strong.
a friend will be there through thick and thin.
do their best to understand where you've been.
a friend will not leave you in your time of need.
never take advantage or mislead.
a friend will take the time to say hello.
love you from head to toe.
a friend will sometimes be more than just a friend.
be your lover to the very end.
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