The Witch
The other night a witch came to steal my children from me,
and the simple idea of repopulating sickens me.
And coming with out askin,
to me she was wantin a thrashin
She crept in so silent through the window by my bed.
She came in quietly stepping over my head.
On the edge of the bed, one foot on the floor
she walked across the room and checked the door.
She didn’t want any disturbance like random ho’s coming in.
Some gutter-trash that might come home with a roommate a non-friend.
She was fooled by my closed eyes and easy breathing.
She didn’t know that she wouldn’t be leaving,
or at least not at the time she had planned
and at least not with her trophies in hand.
She walked over to my bed and with a smile on her face,
she sat on my chest and must have noticed my face.
But it was too late by then cus she was caught
with mah hands around her throat intentions to choke her out.
“Why did you come her to disturb my rest,
Insomniacs don’t sleep so your research wasn’t the best.
Of the hundred rooms here you chose mine.
The room of a simple man with an indecisive mind.
If you were a human thief it would be knucks to your head.
Then push you back out the window and hope you weren’t dead.
But you’re certainly not livin not like a human.
But your fate’s coming eternity is loomin.”
She said.
“Little human boy I do this every day.
And insomniac is the game you want to play.
I’ve been watchin you for weeks now and you sleep every night.
Well every morning some times and my research is always right.
I know what’s in your head and I know what you are thinking.
Right now your eyes are getting dry and their gonna need a blinkin.
And you haven’t eaten right so your finger won’t hold.
fighting me on your physical strength will take a toll.
So why don’t you sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.
You think you’re something special but tonight you’re just my ho.”
“A ho I may be but not to humans or money,
or other wordly things. This bodies mind’s no dummie.
Try to take advantage of me and ima treat you like the rest.
You’re just a stain to me, you’re a cockroach it your best.”
“You’re spitting all this hate but we all know what’s inside.
It’s obviously a front and it’s something you can’t hide.
I can see your soul through your eyes, that’s the way.
Your mouth says one thing but your soul disagrees with what you say.”
“And if you knew my heart you would know that it’s hard pressed.
This mind of ours fractured pieces of me at my lowest and other pieces at my best.
Have you seen the dream world of my fractured mind,
I will take you there, yes I would be so kind.
And yes it’s a fight I seek and I think this is a good time.
Humans have been fighting spirit being since time began.
Even Jacob wrestles with the spirit of God hand to hand.
But my names not Jacob and I was afraid when my God I met.
And you’re not even a quarter as strong as the almighty iya bet.
And the time for words is over and now it’s time for dreams.”
And so I swallowed the witch whole, inhaled her into my dreams.
DREAMS
I world in our minds.
A world with out times.
A world without a world .
With only repeating scenes.
If your mind cannot see it,
your mind cannot build it.
If your mind can’t build it,
pray your mind will fill it.
We fell into my dream world, we fell hand to hand.
Trading fist and elbows as we fell to dream land.
She said
“The ground is close approaching with out your mind your body will go.”
I laughed.
“You talk as if this is something I do not know.
This is my world it’s all my mind and in my mind I am the king.
I take the monster which come to me here and give them bad dreams.
I revel and applaud when I here them scream,
call me Stalin in this place for I am ruler supreme.
Paranoia is my friend here, and in this place I have a queen.
I myself destroyed her thrice and listened to her blood sing.
As it ran warm from her body it had taken wings.
And she still stands by my side and she is my everything.
Now with teeth of steel and chrome she devours human brains.
Her teeth biting through human skulls, it is a beautiful thing.
And you’re right the ground approaches even here gravity is a king.
But he is not king over me for here I have wings.”
And my wings I did spread, wings of metal and flesh.
My velocity so terminally slowed but gravity did its best.
And with one last blow I freed myself of my succubus pest.
And slowly glided to the ground where her body lay at rest.
Battered and broken on the ground, but she was far from done.
And if she was I’d keep her alive just to have some fun.
She stood to her feet then collapsed only to rise again.
She lost track of the task at hand until I broke her chin.
“It’s too late to go home now, this parties about to begin.
And I’ll be the one to finish this party because here I always win.
Let me introduce my friends the god press and the god end.”
THE END
(I REALLY DO LOVE BROWNIE SUNDAES)
Of all the anti-climac-tilities, at this I shook my head.
I kicked her in the stomach, this witch shoulda been born dead.
A thief who’s not a fighter is a thief that will die.
And with shattered face and broken body this thief started to cry.
I spoke to me a long story of a life so sad,
A life that started with happiness when love was what she had.
But bad choices and leadership had lead her the wrong way.
And maybe it was not her fault, if you believe what she had to say.
A tale of good things seemingly bad and bad seemingly good.
And if she could go make it right, then believe me she would.
But I do not a believe in man, and I don’t listen to witches.
And so I crush her head like so many dropped porcelain dishes.
And there is not a body their in my mind scape this morning.
And when night comes and I goto sleep a result from the earths turning
.
It was not eaten by scavengers who hunt in my mind scape.
It didn’t disappear this mornin when I became awake.
I didn’t leave it somewhere hidden for some kind of respect’s sake.
I won’t be seeing the body now or later, not Sunday or next Monday.
Because the bodies gone I ate it like a hot fudge brownie sundae.
Lord Humungus
(When u lose a friend who has been with you a long time.
It feels like u have lost a piece of yourself.
Perhaps you have, perhaps you haven’t.)
When you’ve lost a friend of old
like every one in the stories told.
From times beginning until the end
it all started with a simple sin.
And so the cost we have to pay
we lose self pieces everyday.
They cannot go they cannot stay
eventually they just fade away.
A hole is left in the heart of those
in whom a heart has arose
and the problem that loss does pose
is a problem whose cure I cannot propose.
Only time can fill the hole
and seal the break in the soul
of the man which it did unfold
to cause him such sorrow.
The sun will rise and fall again
and we can only look forward to the end
and hope to see a fallen friend
and make ourselves whole again.
This City
This place where I am, it makes me ill.
The smiling faces, the beautiful places they make my mind fill.
With the thoughts with the knowledge I know it’s not for me.
But this is where I am and so this is where I’ll be.
Until my time is up and my doing is over.
To finally leave this place and not to look over my shoulder.
Why would I look back at the city, so I could turn to salt.
So I have to prepare well or it would be my own fault.
If I returned to this city to this place this black hole.
Where the jobs are dead, the people are dead, and the foundation green with mold.
In fifteen years or so this city will just be another dead town
with the seeds of hatred planted growing from the ground.
This city is already choking on it’s small town activities.
If you’re not part of the fam, unemployed is where you’ll be.
And if employment comes then it’s to those who don’t want to work.
And those who will minimum their days away for hands and feet that hurt.
This city is an endless circle there nothing here for me.
Why spend a lifetime here when I’ve seen all there is to see.
The chances here are minimum and for me they don’t exist.
So why would I remain in a city that’s built like this.
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Oh my fingers how they bleed, the blood the sweat the tears.
The endless toil of working breaking my back for many years.
For things so simple that others get with out a days hard work.
They take for granted the things I labor for, it drives me berserk.
Then these people they try to tell me how to I’m going to live.
Giving me instruction on a life that belongs to him.
My life is not his life to live and living it is not my plan.
I plan to live for myself and be my own man.
My life is mine to live and for me I’ll walk a mile.
As for his life he can live it and continue with his style.
No future thoughts are made to those but then when they appear,
The words come out and advice about the things they fear.
But their fears are not mine and I have no concern
To fix the messes they had caused when it was their turn.
And so my fingers will bleed for me and for no one other.
I treat you how you treated me and so I will not bother.
Hope of Hate
And when I saw her face I knew she was the one.
The only thing I’d ever need my moon, my stars, my sun.
She made me forget everything else, the dread of friends and foes.
The world and it’s depravity it’s pimps, drug addicts, and hoes.
The smile she wore on her face was the same smile on my face
I thought I’d never find a person with her distinguished grace.
Her mind her, her body, all of her it was all I’d ever want.
But now she has stepped away and all she does is taunt.
We fought in wars together battling side by side.
She watched my back and I watched hers and we turned the tide.
On enemies so great and many like the oceans waves.
but we stood our ground and slaughtered them all day upon days.
She showed me truth in this world where truth is hard to find.
She taught me her language, her history, and helped me improve my mind.
And when we both were grown we could not be torn a apart.
She was always there so beautiful I gave her my heart.
We went on to conquer all and answer to no one.
All the galaxy envied us the planets, their moon, their sun.
And all the earth hated us but we taught them fear.
“being feared is better than to be loved” she’d whisper in my ear.
And so she’d take my hand and we’d slaughter the people for fun.
She taught me you don’t need bullets when your mind is your gun.
She taught me alone is not lonely, regardless of what you’re told.
We’d laugh at the drunkards and addicts and their lack of control.
“they can’t accept the cup life gives, they drown their worries today.
.
How foolish they are to think wine will drive their troubles away.”
We’d watch the beautiful people from our past turned old and gray.
“Their life was given to them, they’re not good enough.
They didn’t work or toil for it their fifteen minutes are up.
They were nothing and are the same as they were back then.
They’ve played lifes game and lost all that’s left is death to begin.”
But then she reassured me that life’s game was to lose.
And everyone has to play this is one game you cannot choose.
That was the last time I saw my friend as she began to fade.
But I would not let her, this friend that I had made.
I took a page from Cleons book, took her head for my prize.
She would have known she couldn’t leave had she truly been wise.
And now my friend can never leave though some may think she’s dead.
I have her life, I have her mind, in fact I have hear head.
Though what may be left of her mind is none of my concern,
my trophy is her dear head with her eyes eaten by worms.
Sorry old friend we’ve been together too long.
I can’t remember my life without your sweet song.
two of the four is all I have left.
So I must keep you all to myself.
Hate of Hope
I was trying to enjoy my dinner one evening when a drifter came calling....
Food is eat time nothing less nothing more.
But while eating I heard a knock at my door.
I looked out the window and saw a torso
what did it want perhaps a morsel
of the food I was eating for supper that day.
I invited it in no words it did say.
The body was headless and thin as a bone.
Why had this thing come to my home.
That’s when I realized who exactly it was.
My friend of ole days now headless of course.
I went to my closet and drew out her head.
It didn’t smell rotten you wouldn’t know it was dead.
the head was like stone, lifeless and dry.
I never really cared or asked why
it never rotted or decomposed
as long as it didn’t bother my nose.
The head rejoined the body with glee
you should have been t’ was something to see.
Muscles and bones, arteries, veins,
working together for the same thing.
Reforming this person I knew before...
Not the stricken torso that had knocked on my door.
In a few minutes my friend was reborn
as if her from shoulder had never been torn.
Not the first victim of my decapitations,
you should see the queen who rules my dream nation.
The body was renewed the head was fine
just like the first time she blew my mind.
Beautiful body, beautiful face
taking me back to the first place
I ever had laid eyes upon her
not knowing then I’d ever harm her.
“so wandering torso of my dear friend,
who just now was born again,
in front of my face, in front of my eyes,
what have you for me...a surprise.
The reason you’ve come back from the dead,
couldn’t have been revenge for your head.
We both know revenge is empty as holes
and is best served by the God of Moses.”
“My dear beloved I’m sorry I tried
to run away and toss you aside.
We have been best friends for so long,
I don’t know what I thought, I just couldn’t stay gone.
In death or undead as the case may be.
Im drawn to you and you drawn to me.
Together’s the only way we’ll survive this place.
Believe me I tried and I lost that race.”
I’m sorry I left, I come back pleading...”
Did she expect my heart to be bleeding.
Did she expect me to take her back
and forget how she turned her back.
Did she think i’d wallow in mud like a clean pig...
Well she was right, that’s just what I did.
Using her as she uses me.
Never will either of us be free.
Like Brock and the symbiote joined as a team.
Never to awaken from this horrible dream.
The nightmare of hope the dream of hate
blinding my eyes twisting my fate.
Force feeding me, a game to play
poisoning me slowly day by day.
The World
The Overlord, General, and the SiNova
spreading blood like a witness spreading Jehovah.
Fall they may but never they’re dead,
even when you take their head.
Given a number, shackled to love,
Taken by the long arm from above.
Beaten to death, rotten their flesh,
take what you think is their final breath.
They rise from ashes like zombie rain.
Destroy your body dance on your brain.
The earth is covered with beast of dreams.
the sounds of their feet muffle the screams.
Oceans of blood will spill this day.
Drowning the lives of those who pray,
pray to themselves, pray to their money.
Pray that their lives are spared it’s funny.
Spared from the sword, tooth or bullet,
spare their children but Muddy Mud took it.
He took their lives with his great blade,
the sorry bums to the wrong god they prayed.
Spare their newborns from the machine
that crushes and pummels them into the cream.
That we use to power the hate.
Hate of the our enemies that won’t satiate.
Won’t go away, until they have our heads,
Hate that won’t end until we are dead.
The General says hate blinds their eyes,
Hope came to me just last night with a surprise.
She said hope is hate, the hope you will fall.
And your corpse to be impaled on the wall.
She said hate is hope and hatred will blind.
The General’s right they’re out of their minds.
They don’t know hate as a friend,
they only use her to reach their end.
But the end they will reach is their own
she whispered this to me and then she was gone.
Substitutes reports that their troops are set.
To slaughter the land and live off its fat.
The shadows are moving with glowing eyes
cleaving a torso is their surprise.
the bio-organics wait set and ready,
their brand of justice is swift and heavy.
Now women no children all should be dead.
“No one to remember” is what they said.
SiNova to lead the AngHells and Viles.
All of them monsters with twisted smiles.
Carving themselves a bloodied path
Monsters for killing simple as math.
The Overlord’s queen broken and torn
leaves blood in her wake like the day she was born.
Ripped from her jaw, ripped from her spine.
Rebuilt with staples held by his mind.
The overlord somber, aged by the hate.
On his shoulders lies the great weight.
The weight of his himself, the weight of his mind.
Troubling himself is his pass-time.
Into the battle he will soon wade.
To fight in the war that he has made.
Cutting down soldiers, necks from heads.
Cutting down lives assuring they’re dead.
Cut down, their pale skin soon will turn blue,
the Overlord preaches...
“Now you’re good, Now Jesus Loves you.”
The Owl
I spoke with my friend the other day.
He had been out of state, quite far away.
He’d been to the frozen north for a while
and when I saw him he garnered a smile...
He’d brought back a snow owl.
The owl was placed in the freezer to stay
and that’s where it to this very day.
Some people says owl are very wise,
I heard it was because of the size of their eyes...
This one was no exception.
Everyday he’d feed the owl
and noticed how it seemed to scowl.
Sitting in it’s frozen new home
never more was it free to roam...
This Snow Owl
As days and weeks began to pass
he noticed missing books of math,
dictionaries out of their places.
It seemed they’d vanished without traces...
Or had they.
One day when going to feed his bird,
a noise from the freezer was heard.
he lifted the lid and there was the owl.
Sitting there plainly with out its scowl.
But it’s back was to him and it turned it head
if looks could kill he’d probably be dead.
The owl eye balling him up and down
Then the owl turned its head back around,
refused it’s food, so he closed the lid
and walked away scratching his head...
That was odd
Months later he went to feed his pet
and was surprised at what he met.
Light in the freezer as he lifted the lid.
The missing books no longer were hid
under the ice and random goods.
He looked at the owl, there it stood
on it’s perch with it’s mean mug...
Pencil in hand and a look so smug.
Holding a piece of paper in claw.
Still in shock at what he saw.
The owl offered him the page
on which it had expressed it’s rage
three simple words...
“I Hate You”
And so the freezer was closed again
to keep the genius owl within.
who had learned to write and read.
And proved that anger is indeed
a great form of motivation.
Happiness
Happiness is waking up at night.
Lookin at ya watch and knowing something aint right.
Jogging through your memories to see what they say,
then you realize you don’t have to work today.
Happiness is a trigger getting squeezed.
kicking back in your shoulder, empty cartridge in the breeze.
Deaf in your ears from a boom stick,
loud distanced thumps from Kalishnivok hammer clicks.
The brrrrrrrrrrr, of a G-A-U- eight. It’s justa hum.
Unless your in a tank and then it’s kingdom come.
The breeze of thermal radiation in the air.
Gently burning up to five miles without a care.
The rise of burning clouds reaching high
delivering poison payloads into the sky.
Poison payloads falling down like black rain,
If the blast didn’t kill you, your cells will go insane.
Happiness is Big Ugly Fat Fellahs.
Dropping Ms. Moab to meet the ground dwellers.
Happiness is SU-thirty fives,
Making the capitalist fear for their lives.
Happiness is a hammer...a hammer and sickle.
Bringing to an end the Czars rules so fickle.
The end of their children born and inbred.
The reign of the royal families, finally dead.
Happiness is flip flops, sandals, and a boot.
Not laced to the eyes. But in a pants suit.
Booted up in steel toes, booted up in lace.
Booted up in hatred with Marv gloves in place.
Booted up red, booted up in green.
The feeling of a boot that makes you day dream.
Happiness is the face of a tony burger bite.
If you can take the poison there may be hope in sight.
Happiness is the sound of dead babies crying.
Aborted by their mothers so they can continue lying...
Lying on their backs and acting with out fear.
Tell-tale babies hearts forever beating in their ear.
Happiness is a life short, devoid of disease.
Fifty to sixty years is enough if you please.
Happiness is an endless shrimp platter.
Cheddar rolls, and Caesar salads, ice cream in brownie matter.
Happiness is Venom, Ivy, Spinal, Cammy White, Omega Red.
Morrigan, Rugal Bernstein, shotgun double blast to perfectly Dark heads.
Happiness is anger not the things it drives away...
Happiness is hatred making the pain go away.
Beauty
As I walked the street in days gone by
A bee passes me and caught my eye.
He spoke to me and asked me if I heard the flowers talking.
I assured him I did not hear
but I would listen if I went near
the place they grew down the street where I was walking.
I kept my stride I kept my pace
until I met them face to face.
These flowers speaking clearly, not gibberish squawking.
I am beauty from root to stem.
My pedals should be preserved on film.
I am beautiful not like him, and they all looked my way gawking.
“Human being why, how dare..
You come here and pollute our air.
Your filthy body, your filthy face,
you bring your ugly too this place.
We are flowers from the ground,
the most beautiful creatures you’ll find round.
So look us up and look us down then be gone and end this stalking.
The flowers comments left me pissed,
it’s enough that humans are like this.
But now these flowers with egos inflated
brought back a friend of mine called hatred.
So you suppose your are it.
And on your throne of dirt you sit.
So beautiful you do suppose,
tulip, lilies, daffodil, rose...
I’ll show you beauty that never fades.
And so I tore them stem from blade.
Two days passed...
My dear friends how do you do.
You thought your beauty would last you.
but like all things your time is through
once eternal beauty comes to you.
The flowers had faded like human faces.
Withered stems, dry dead places.
Their beauty was passing with each day.
No photosynthesis, they faded away.
I heard some flowers talking the other day about how beautiful they were.
I suppose they did not realize that like all living things, their beauty would fade
as they grew old. So I told them I’d show them true beauty.
The ageless beauty of death.
The Muse
The Muse with her perfect timing,
her perfect logic, her perfect mind, her perfection.
She disrupts any and all ideas I might have.
to disrupt the on going flow of life in this world.
The Muse
she brings her army of anghellic beings.
Made by the hands of men wishing to be gods
and thinking they are gods, just because they are able to...
Bend life.
The Muse
She is a mystery. As she is a puppet that controls other puppets.
So that the humans can have control of the beings they cannot control.
The Muse
She sickens me with her perfection, always right.
Unflawed, unbroken logic
I hate the muse...but I love the muse... .
The Muse
The Red
The red shadowed lady, blood on her hands,
blood on her mind, death her commands.
Born from the death of a second half.
Taking the body, cutting her path.
Cutting down lives with little a care.
The king said war, she said she’d be there.
Rewarded a kingdom to rule for her own.
Never crushing the resistance to her throne.
Her logic was simple, to fight for all times.
Born too of the hatred that poisons the minds.
The minds filled with hopes and happiness dead.
These hearts and minds that dare hope to tread.
But no hate she has, only desire to fight.
Fight for all time and all time to fight.
And He Hated
Since his time began his life was a lie,
and when he grew old he would ask why.
The lies were told but the truth was not.
To give him the hopes that others have got.
But the lies for others do not fit him well.
And he covered himself with an angry shell.
And he did learn the whole world was lie,
And he wanted the whole world to die.
And he hated everything he hated everyday,
and he wished it would all go away..
He set forth to task with hate in his mind.
The heat from the hatred coarsed through his spine.
He knew he could not succeed on his own,
So he built a kingdom and he built a throne.
An army came forth from the thoughts of his mind
the monsters of dreams fermenting in time.
The monster of people, the monsters of dreams.
The monsters walking the streets but are unseen.
At the end of the world they’d stand by his side.
At the edge if they fell off they’d go for the ride.
The Nova of sin with mechanized babies.
The lady of shadows crazy with rabies.
The kings of the world with monsters in tow
Or were they the monsters, but didn’t know.
Led by the hand of the man who’s mind
slowly disappeared with his hatred of time.
And he hated everything he hated everyday,
and he wished it would all go away..
Their forces set forth to push Gods hand,
In hopes he would take revenge on the land.
To destroy the earth, bring it all to an end.
The lies that were spoken from the hearts of men.
The world they did ravage pushing to the worlds brink,
Until deaths smell rose with a stink.
The smell of success death to all.
The women, the children, all shall fall.
No spoils, no trophies, death to men.
In hopes that the judgement would soon begin.
But no man knows that time or day.
And though he said he would lead the way.
The way on the road to the end of the lies.
The road to destroy the things he despised.
And he hated everything he hated everyday,
and he wished it would all go away..
And the battle was won, civilized men were at end.
A new civil order ruled with iron hands.
Yet the hand that most counted had yet to act.
And though the world was in ruins it was a small impact.
And the lies that fed the anger of hate
like so much food on so many plates.
And the king of his kingdom sat with head in hand.
Continued to live in the lies of man.
And he hated everything he hated everyday,
and he wished it would...just all go away..