CCCXXXV – Rest in Peace, Van Winkle

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I fell asleep in a faery ring,
endless sunset is this dream
I whisked away on a golden gust,
embraced by aether, and then moss
I bathed long in the rising sun
my beard grew coarse as the old earth sunk
my cheek kissed by a rising tide
until the faeries swept me high
I danced with faeries in the still moonlight,
as eons passed, I knew no time
I fell asleep in a faery ring,
a never ending, lovely dream
a mushroom circle came to me
I shut my eyes to count the sheep
the faeries took me far away
forever, this is where I’ll stay
I fell asleep in a faery ring,
I feed my dreams to the Faery Queen.
wrote this and a few others a bit ago, havent really had the time to make it on here.

CCCXXXIII – Hellraiser 391: Straight to Late Night Skinemax

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Her wicked nails, they dance up my spine
the taste of her lips, sweet poison divine
toxic salvia – I wet my tongue
eying the table where now her dress hung
she falls into me, I follow her lead
her teeth tearing flesh is all that I need
my blood gets hot as my eyes dilate,
a fistful of hair – I don’t hesitate
to rip her away, her sweet skin exposed
pulling her tight, she keeps her eyes closed
I kiss her cheek as I clench her back
tighter and tighter ‘til I feel it crack
I twist her flesh to rip off a prize,
finally, at last, she opens her eyes
she bites my lip, smiling, she tears
I push her down, back at me, she stares
our fingers lock, she’s pinned to the ground
with her free hand, so silken the sound
of her splitting nails as she slices skin
arching my back, embracing our sin
she licks my blood off her fingertips
so easily, off her bra slips
I look to her with lust in my eye
longing to fuck so hard that we die
it’s my fantasy to fuck the dead
she wonders how long my corpse will give head
inside her at last, so soft, her moan
I break her fingers, exposing the bone
on them, I gnaw, as I kiss her hand
“Harder! Much harder!” is her command
she rocks her hips, and I drop my guard
between my ribs, she slips onyx shard
“Hurt me!” she screams, and oh, I’ll comply
I twist her breast to relish her cry
she rips my ear – off, to the ground
I’m so entranced, I must be spellbound
too much blood loss, my vision now blurred
with only one ear, her pleas are still heard
I feel her tighten, contorting with bliss
my chest to hers for one final kiss
I take the blade that I laid beside
tracing her hips and taunting my Hyde
I grab her thigh for one final thrust
loving the fruits of our sin and lust
I come inside and plunge that blade deep
her body goes limp, but this one I’ll keep
she got to me, and she stained my brain
I feel her life pump through each vein
I collapse onto her, our blood intertwined
leaving to lovers for others to find.

CCCXXVIII- Pockets Full of Posie

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I feel my mind melt away
draining, as my dreams are slayed
drawn and quartered – on display
tugging on my threads, so frayed
it’s no wonder I’m insane,
Life’s unfair, like She explained
Her words, they burned into my brain
as over me, she cruelly reigned
Death, my Mistress, come to me
your lovely kiss can set me free
please spare me the misery
of Life and Her tyranny.

CCCXXVII – The Parliament of Neverland

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I wrote this a few days ago, but haven’t had the time to post it because i am a terrible panda

Talent may be bred,
but success must be sculpted
to suck your ego’s dick
is just shameless and revolting
not every child’s a champion,
not everyone’s a star,
it may sound unfair,
but life usually is hard
if everyone’s a genius,
why is this world a such drag?
rose-colored sunglasses
and distractions from the drab
blinded by our ignorance,
our arrogance, and greed
to plant a couple roses,
we just beg to be deceived
we segregate by class and creed,
reciting primal fears,
we called spilt milk an apocalypse
as destruction loomed and neared

It’s quite easy, oh, to see
our species as malicious
the only thing “special” about us
is in euphemism.

CCCXXVI – House Arrest

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Shit gets weird
when you’re talking to yourself
I question the state
of my mental health
I try to read
between the lines
of ketamine
and the LA Times

I see serpents
in the sky
are they magick,
or am I fried?
society and I
are split in thirds
I might be crazy
but so is the world

Preachers are unholy,
comedians are just
we ignore tyranny
for a self-entitled fuss
I’d rather die in vain
than see another day
a bullet in my head
after dozens have been slayed

I’ll know peace at last
as worms feast upon my face
I pray the Gods of Zon
come enslave the human race.

 

Conveniently directly after saying id work on haiku and limericks, i started working on a longer piece when i’ve had time. im just going to stop giving predictions/heads up since i’m usually wrong. maybe some intentionally incorrect predictions. idk. either way, hope you like this, and thanks for sticking with me.

CCCXXIV – Monologue

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I heard some sour people today,
who caught my eye (as they looked my way),
they took a chance, “He’s out of ear-shot…”
but as you can see, apparently not!
They said that my mind had gone astray;
that all of my threads had unraveled and frayed
but truly, ‘twas them! Born evil and mad!
Perhaps unwise, a concoction they had
I guess, I suppose, I’m reclusive, a bit,
but always benign is my drying wit
Man’s idiocy – it makes me so sad!
but back in my lab, there’s a reason I’m glad:
To all the world’s problems, I’m close to the cure!
I’ll hold off a bit, just to make sure
that my masterpiece is silver and shining,
that all the night’s stars are, at last, aligning!
All of these years, without a detour,
I’ve come too far now to fall for a lure
I’ll test it out tonight, so many subjects willing,
in lieu of the fact that their withdrawals are so chilling
they call me, “The Doctor”, when they need a fix,
but between us, the title’s just for kicks
that look in their eye when a new syringe is filling,
far from a sin, this is a mercy killing!

CCCXXIII – Hindsight

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I found two coins, cast in silver
that I wish were gold
so that I could buy more time
now that I am too old
all these wishes – they’re in vain!
force-fed to the fountain,
the wind erodes my weakened mind
and makes my molehills mountains

The passing time and falling sand
all see that we turn dust
out goes the flicker of each candle –
we’re ashes in the gust

The past and future seem so sweet
at times, and others, bitter
I tossed those silver coins away,
hoping for something better.

CCCXXII – Solar Eclipse

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Such power in the morning Sun,
have you seen it rising?
It’s always cold, where winter’s dark,
the Sun, I am despising
I’d rather stay alone at night
than have it shine away
for when I trust a guiding light,
it always does betray
the Sun, it brings nothing to me
but my unending pain
the Sun itself was quick to see
that it held my disdain
the blazing Sun, it cast a shadow
over the scorched Earth
and in each of those darkened spots,
again, my hatred’s birthed

I try to hide in night’s embrace,
frivolous – no use
I’m found again, by blinding light
reflecting off the Moon
and when the Sun comes back to me
with hatred mutual,
it casts a noose around my neck
and rips up my control
the light it brings is so horrendous,
all these truths are blinding,
and with each one that I lament,
the next one’s worse, I’m finding
there’s only one conclusion that
my sanity can make:
the rising Sun does so in jest
unholy light, so blinding

Oh god, the light! It burns!
It slowly melts my eyes
Oh god, the light! It burns!
This Sun, I do despise
Oh god, the light! It burns!
Such torment is just cruel
Oh god, the light! It burns!
To singe away this fool.

CCCXXI – PETA Murders Every Animal They “Rescue”

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i was going to post this tomorrow, but then i didnt.

 

Well, I heard a knocking at my door,
which, I swear to you, was a dinosaur!
it took me but a moment to think
that, perhaps, I should offer a drink
I invited it in, and it loudly roared,
thank god no longer am I bored
trust me, this was a great surprise
but this dinosaur, it had glossy red eyes
I poured us some rum while it rolled up a joint,
two three-fingered hands, but the weed was on point
we lit up, and we pounded some shots
then woefully tried some boy scout knots
I grabbed my pipe, and loaded it, fat
but this dinosaur puked all over my mat
passed out in a puddle of rum,
this dinosaur even sprayed my drum!
who cleans up after a dinosaur?
I begged and cried for a meteor!
I guess I’ll deal with this tomorrow,
for nothing comes from today’s sorrow!

CCCXX – Espresso

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Life has returned, oh at last!
sipping from ceramic glass
putting off this mounting task,
I sip some more, as seconds pass
I grit my teeth – they slip away,
first they yellow, then they grey
soon to crumble, now a stain
and to this dreaded fate I say,
“Grind some more, no, I’m not done!”
Each day’s a battle to be won
from the dawn, ‘til setting sun
with the night, comes cold embrace
and never ending terrors faced
but once that sun has again spun,
with warming rays that kiss my face,
the only morning thought I have
is that I need caffeine.

CCCXVII – Missippi Mud

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Do you ever see someone
that you truly hate
and why, you don’t know?

Certainly, deserving
but missing is the “why?”
the only thing you know
is that they need to die
perhaps, a pet-peeve,
or their scratching voice,
a little bit of everything,
an error in each choice

Was it something that they said,
or worse, that they didn’t?
I honestly don’t care,
they just need to die.