Death Dealer

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May the Best Dealer Win

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Death Dealer #66

I woke up aggravatingly hornier than the night before
mislaid without the sense of prepaid gratification
from that stupid whore now stumbling out the apt. door
Beneath a vehement deluge I thought about that magnificent
Theatre of Incest, the fucking dog barking incessantly down the street
that barmaid with Jell-O for fake tits, that old man who acted like a bitch
all gone, all gone, all gone right where they belong
in that unholiest sanctuary they assume Dante’s Paradiso
I took a hit of the Devil’s blow, read my list, then took a hard piss
in that open cesspool of mouths coupled with the shameless and the breathing
feeding off Catholics who are misleading, Christians who live their lives by Jesus
“Jesus!” what a fucking mess, much less, it is for the best, I guess, if I blessed those
living in some post-idealistic place, not chased by the demon lovers of regret,
ensnared by the demon haters of no mercy; his name is Percy, and he sits
one stool opposite from me, 66 years of pouring tears into his warm beer, then sighing and crying
wishing he were dying, dead, gone from this disenchanted place
once called Eden, now called South of Eden, my place, the Death Dealers place,
I show Percy no mercy and he dies swift and just, back to that Eden of lust
where his ancestors thrived before the serpent apocalypse eclipsed with the light like tonight

I AM
(the only bad green)


she said she had a boyfriend
i said thas aight, i don't get jealous

she said she had a boyfriend
i said thas aight i don't get jealous

since we sharing
i'm a mess
but baby look at that dress you wearing
can't stop staring
i just wanna thank your parents
and break out the nipple clamps
vamp
bite holes in your neck and rack
tattoo my name on your back
and when i put it on ya
you be like you gotta be half black
i am batch
just not from africa
from cutting up lil girls named erica
you couldn't tell by the way i was staring at ya
i'm gonna gag you and sell you
to this dude i know in south america
who will parrot ya
put you in a cage
and only let you co sign what he say
come with me babay

she said she had a boyfriend
i said thas aight, i don't get jealous

she said she had a boyfriend
i said thas aight i don't get jealous


bouquet of flowers and chloroform
standin up straight in perfect form
at the front door
with dark chocolate and syringes
shootin at the hinges
fingerprints burnt from the tips of my fingers
open the door princess.......
you know what happens next
we gonna talk about that text
you sent  
that said i'm the best
but you jus ain't got the same feeling in your chest
how you are emotionally guarded
wearing a bulletproof vest
so you are back with your old boo bret
shit
bet
it won't be the first time
an iraqi war vet
broke his x girlfriend's neck
i don't want you to get perplexed
much respect
i just wanna have sex
and she said yes

she said she had a boyfriend
i said thas aight, i don't get jealous

she said she had a boyfriend
i said thas aight i don't get jealous

Letters and Announcements


Letters and Announcements for those
On my special list
With brightly colored stationary
They deserve the very best
Two weeks early
To ready the traditions done
Put their affairs in order
Before they see me come
The time will be noted
Lest they delay themselves with folly
So they may pray to their idols or
Whoever they think is holy
For the loners and infirmed
Not able to prepare
My legions will assist them
They needn’t take despair
Death mustn’t be troublesome
It’s just a part of life
I will make an appointment for you
To cut through all the strife
We will go through the transition
Whatever is easier for you?
I’m only here to help you
Adjusting to the new

" MY Soul So Cries Without"

her tone too sweet, wearing my favorite thong
"It's only for a couple of days dear."
Smiling, she told me she wouldn't be gone long
whispers on the phone.. when she knows I'm near
suspicious activity, late coming home
new perfume, lingerie I've never seen

running in the night, trees reaching, grabbing
heavy legs move in slow motion, behind me.. growling
it's the beast again; I smell it's foulness.. close
turning to see, leaping with it's jaws to my throat
falling into unlit dark, I wake.. sweating
smeared night, stitched shut, hardened lies set

watching you, every move, stopping, seething view
moaning animal, clawing his back.. you scream, "Fuck me hard!"
playback, pause.. pornographic flaw recorded new
my love and dreams to shards, 'til death do us part
traitorous frenzy, faithless infidelity
no return, something snaps, thrashing with sanity

lightless dark passing before me
endless time, always searching why
my prayers unheard, asking to see
my heart yearns love, my soul so cries.. without

"Darling, will you be home tonight, or tomorrow?"
polarized schemes, focused on revenge to redeem
my self-worth, my crushed heart feels no sorrow
nor guilt or shame; horrific plots to serve her murder with pain
"I just want to surprise you with a little something."
slumber slides the lucid dreams, visual brings..

bruising you black and blue like a putrid cherry
deceit repeatedly shared with me, you'll find me scary
fool, epitome of regret seen in your eyes, I'm empathy's threat
mirror my reflection foul, crushed vile, imperfect one

brackets of fire saturated, fractured traps slapping
razor wire, one beating heart, vicious sex pardoned
squeezing hard, too tight?.. crazed, your desire becomes..
now survival; mask of betrayal, prowling primal of a cruel demon
allow me, trim some skin, through to the light
pliers clumsy, liars become sin's numbing nightmare, bring my fantasy
can you not see.. feel my love?.. embrace my ecstasy

snipping fingers, lingering love dripping
catching dirt that sponges our loving hurt
ferocious fun, I fear your laugh, anguished sobs.. shove
the blade.. slooow.. twist and kiss! Oh, how I hear your prayers
peeling flesh back.. screams!.. "Shhh, we're almost there."
angel of envy, demons, we're stronger without pretend, no longer angry
all the others, were they worth it?.. stray lovers flirt.. shifting
perverse, betrayal now forgotten, absurdly I forgive, as you'll be rotting
as I leave you the whore you are, carved into eternity, you are all I need.. no more

lightless dark passing before me
endless time, always searching why
my prayers unheard, asking to see
my heart yearns love, my soul so cries.. without

Yes, I'd like to place an ad in the personals:
Lonely and lovable man, who understands
desires a passionate woman with morals
monogamous relationship and trust
sincerity, honesty with fidelity a must
treats his lady with respect and dignity
sweetness, cuddling with kisses a plus
must be able to forgive and forget

jakehammmer

The Night I've Stopped Dwelling In Parking Lots At 10PM (Slightly Modified)
I remember that one night when I was younger, when I was for no reason at all wandering the half empty parking lot of a Walmart at 10pm smoking a cigarette, alone as I saw a young couple kissing. They seemed to share a passionate desire for one another, leaving every sin behind them probably thinking, ‘hmmm let’s forgive and forget and move on with our lives’. I watched them like the creep I was and still am as I passed them by with a twisted envy grimace on my face contorted with full-throttled hellbent anger. Watching him smear his diseased lips across her face just knowing later that night she was going to give him PUSSY. I took a deep breath and said to myself muttering “damn..what a fucking cunt”. The fucking skinny jeans and the flannel shirt and the mohawk, not even bothering to take off those goddamned hipster shades. Molesting her with his aura which said “BUZZKILL” in big capital letters. I remember once wanting to see the pigs until I realized they all had boyfriends. Later in my apartment that night I’ve started watching a series of horror movies noticing the female victims always seem to be more gullible, dying quicker than the other victims, even the black guys which was no surprise (no I am not racist). I then thought, if only I were a serial killer, a mass murderer, or better yet Death himself. If I were Death indeed it would be a lot easier killing my victims but I’d rather take my sweet time torturing them and watching them bleed, especially the females. I know I’m misogynistic and you may be thinking why be Death when you could really kill anyone no matter who the fuck you are?. Simply I’d just like the feeling of being the Grim Reaper. If I were him in the flesh I’d be proud to lure innocent girls into my black windowless van only to bring them to secluded areas and rape them and murder them with various tools. Proud to finish the marvelous work of the Hillside Stranglers, Fred and Rose West, Arthur Shawcross, Peter Suttcliffe, Ted Bundy, Andrei Chikatilo, Daniel Camargo Barbosa, Pedro Alonzo Lopez…all female serial killers and rapists of course. If I were Death I’d be butchering, mutilating, raping innocent girls even after killing them, strangling them, tying them up in basements while torturing them with rodents. I’d hang a girl from her face with hooks and chains, just because she has to be so fucking complicated, always cold or hungry. To make things simple I went on my computer, logged into my email and clicked the link to the escort service that was in my junk mail. 500 bucks an hour for some dumb blonde with huge tits and a big ass, a MILF probably filled with all kinds of diseases. Two hours later we’re drinking Martini’s, conversing about our occupations and meaningless life bullshit. When she finally strips naked I find myself doing the work of Patrick Bateman filming the action, any position you could imagine. Only 30 minutes later her hands are tied up in the bathroom, hung from the shower curtain rod and I’m shocking her with a cattle prod, thinking of maybe blowing her brains out with my sawed off shotgun I keep under my bed, or better yet Death by a Thousand Cuts?…nah. Instead I use my machete slowly slicing  off each leg and watching her squeal like a stuck pig with the bloody rag in her mouth. Surprised she’s not yet dead I put on some chemical resistant gloves and pour some hydrofluoric acid onto her wounds, the screams escalating, which I enjoy yet somewhat sad that the neighboring tenants are not hearing this. I poke a hole in her tits with a knife watching the clear liquidy silicone drip out of them, thinking why I’ve never had so much fun in ages. I get tired of torturing her so I untie her, her body falling into the cold dry bathtub. I then decide to leave her arms intact, pouring the rest of the hydrofluoric acid over her watching her flesh disintegrate, her disfigured face now melting. Afterwards I’m watching TV in the living room, Comedy Central which has gone to shit completely while her body is in a black trash bag and all I can think is damn…she had a tight pussy.  
   
Bottom line. If I were Death. I'd kill every woman in sight, knowing I'd have the perfect excuse to do so.

Death Lotto

Hard to know if it'd be considered a gift
like when all the best people turn 27
check 'em out and give them something different
make the really useless ones live til a hundred
and eleven

depends on how ready they are for Heaven
or Valhalla or the next level
if there were four leaf clovers
and other four leaf flowers
I'd get all my friends and beam them out
quickly

I'd show up in a cloud of smoke  
make their dance with death fast
and iconic

because fuck it
life sucks on most days
and death can't be worse than old age

Death Wears a Sexy Grin

Always waiting for the call  
Death dreams of your date with her whore
perfect legs elegantly crossed
gracing the lobby of a Siberian hotel  
She's always ready to take your hand
& guide you expertly upstairs

There's no going back from here  
no-one ever checks out
so no need to fret about the tab
Her service is ultimate
completely free
and almost always
a once in a lifetime experience  

After they've passed through
Death's guests don't give much away
but if you wish to draw
some personal conclusion
then ponder the positive--
Think no news is good news
especially on your dying day

As I trembled upon her bed
Death undressed slowly
tossed back her head & laughed
sheer black panties twirling on a finger
inching closer for the 'kill'  
she-wolf hungry to climb on top
and screw out my brains
until only dust
or the memory of a shudder would remain

I am sworn never to reveal
(you might say under pain of Death)
the precise details of how I escaped  
but if I close my eyes now
I feel her femme-fatale straddling my chest
icicle fingers teasing my hair
the darkest chill of her breath...

And each night I beg forgiveness
from my undeniable God  
certain I've sinned away my soul
in both this life and the next
embracing hell through lust--
just to savour that sexy grin Death wears
at the moment she beckons
with her beautiful shining face

Dancing with Death

it previously occurred to me
trying reason, to no prevail
that you just might be Satan
and this could possibly be Hell

like a drug I fiend for
I need you endlessly
and like all addiction
you may be the end of me

there isn’t a third party
in this case of me and you
No, not three, you and me
you’re the Devil that makes two

heading down a path
while ignoring intervention
I walk the road to Perdition
with oh so good intention

at purgatories bridge
I pause to pay your toll
transpiring our only deal
dealt in the selling of my soul

I’ve devised a proposition
since the night we met
reject not my offer, please
to be your advocate

it’s so clear we’re right
you’ve left me in a haze
I beg you, lock this room
with only you to do for days

like a junkie, I came back
for more and continually
and you, my friend, the demon
who keeps dealing it to me

every addict needs their drug
and habit to be kicked
still, you need me because
every drug needs an addict

yes, you are the Antichrist
that I would meet by chance
and I’m the girl, that met the Devil
who taught him how to dance

IF I WERE TO DEAL DEATH


BY: Mike R. Stewart®



If i were gonna do it

id copy the best


Id fake issues that we need 2 addressest
i create many reasons for public
people/stress


and my education would leave the whole
collective a mess


teach people to regurigitate
a preprogrammed urgent fate

world divide, assimilate
teach religious driven hate



then!:


people would kill themselves

id control the subconcious-
through subliminal guess

and pessimist presumption
telivision production
condition curruption
and global assumption


Puppet master style
false flag disaster style

without a massive trial
id just
flash denile
and
cash in while

death and chaos
became the norm

im engineer a storm

implant fear that is scorn

into people fucking dorm


so its respected and taughr

people would expect that its not



like they had a choice
id manifest one-sided voice

and hidden ploys.
with
economic decoys


2014©


new world order
3 world wars


sounds pretry great
many the many, just hate



EACH OTHER

Cold, Swift and clean

Sitting in the darkness
Somewhere between life and after that
I sharpen my blade with the cruelest intentions
Until summoned to dispatch

A bright fire at my feet
My list begins to glow
And as the embers dwindle down
Your name begins to show

I spread my raven wings
And take to the sky
I have come to take you in my arms
Don’t be afraid to die

The wind flicks this midnight shroud
Which hides my heartless chest
Nothing beats inside these bones
But echoes of the past

The hollowness of my body and eyes
Resemble the thirst of my blade
Always feeding an endless hunger
To the scythe I am a slave

Creeping closer
You begin to feel my presence
My icy breath upon your neck
I drain you of your essence

You turn and look me in the face
As my blade tears your heart in two
Your soul moves from your body
And blood pours from the wound

Take my hand
And leave the corpse you once controlled
Cold, swift and clean
I have come to take you home

DevlinDLC said:Comp Rules:

One Entry Per Poet
Old or New Poem
Any Length/Style
One Week to Complete

May the Best Dealer Win

------------------------------
example to start it off:

Death Dealer #66

I woke up aggravatingly hornier than the night before
mislaid without the sense of prepaid gratification
from that stupid whore now stumbling out the apt. door
Beneath a vehement deluge I thought about that magnificent
Theatre of Incest, the fucking dog barking incessantly down the street
that barmaid with Jell-O for fake tits, that old man who acted like a bitch
all gone, all gone, all gone right where they belong
in that unholiest sanctuary they assume Dante’s Paradiso
I took a hit of the Devil’s blow, read my list, then took a hard piss
in that open cesspool of mouths coupled with the shameless and the breathing
feeding off Catholics who are misleading, Christians who live their lives by Jesus
“Jesus!” what a fucking mess, much less, it is for the best, I guess, if I blessed those
living in some post-idealistic place, not chased by the demon lovers of regret,
ensnared by the demon haters of no mercy; his name is Percy, and he sits
one stool opposite from me, 66 years of pouring tears into his warm beer, then sighing and crying
wishing he were dying, dead, gone from this disenchanted place
once called Eden, now called South of Eden, my place, the Death Dealers place,
I show Percy no mercy and he dies swift and just, back to that Eden of lust
where his ancestors thrived before the serpent apocalypse eclipsed with the light like tonight



I just wanted to mention that this is the first thing I have read from you and I am blown away by this, this beautifully depicted nightmare. Devlin, you should become famous the way you wright with such clarity and control.

Zazzles said:[quote-265497-DevlinDLC]Comp Rules:

One Entry Per Poet
Old or New Poem
Any Length/Style
One Week to Complete

May the Best Dealer Win

------------------------------
example to start it off:

Death Dealer #66

I woke up aggravatingly hornier than the night before
mislaid without the sense of prepaid gratification
from that stupid whore now stumbling out the apt. door
Beneath a vehement deluge I thought about that magnificent
Theatre of Incest, the fucking dog barking incessantly down the street
that barmaid with Jell-O for fake tits, that old man who acted like a bitch
all gone, all gone, all gone right where they belong
in that unholiest sanctuary they assume Dante’s Paradiso
I took a hit of the Devil’s blow, read my list, then took a hard piss
in that open cesspool of mouths coupled with the shameless and the breathing
feeding off Catholics who are misleading, Christians who live their lives by Jesus
“Jesus!” what a fucking mess, much less, it is for the best, I guess, if I blessed those
living in some post-idealistic place, not chased by the demon lovers of regret,
ensnared by the demon haters of no mercy; his name is Percy, and he sits
one stool opposite from me, 66 years of pouring tears into his warm beer, then sighing and crying
wishing he were dying, dead, gone from this disenchanted place
once called Eden, now called South of Eden, my place, the Death Dealers place,
I show Percy no mercy and he dies swift and just, back to that Eden of lust
where his ancestors thrived before the serpent apocalypse eclipsed with the light like tonight



I just wanted to mention that this is the first thing I have read from you and I am blown away by this, this beautifully depicted nightmare. Devlin, you should become famous the way you wright with such clarity and control.[/quote]


Oh my, Zazzles. . .now I'M blown away!  Thanks so much for your wonderful comment.

----I am Death---------------


To the aging skeleton who compromised his freedom
for a chance to touch skin of a youth near his brow,
I come to you like any demon,
invisible heathen.
No avenue of escape will release you from me now.


You stole years, like you deserved them,
side swiping justice in a gust.
When you should have painfully wilted,
you gained the jury's trust.

No matter, I am fate.
I am death and I am hate.
I am what you are going to feel
to pay on your mistakes.

Inhale me so easily.
I've given you no choice.
You will starve and I will carve
my knife into your voice.

Gradually, your strength will flee.
I'll eat you from the inside out.
Emitting an ever worsening odor,
you'll pray to end the nightmare now.

Hanging on with combative sorrow,
alone, cold frozen, no one will see.
Your worthless shadow will be gone forever.
I'll swallow all of you in me.

As the saying goes:  Rules are meant to be broken. . .FETUSPANCAKES while your entry read more like prose (which it probably was) instead of poetry doesn't mean it should go overlooked.  Congrats on your morbid take to dealing death!

Madintellect. . ."mad beats" on your entry.

And many of thanks to all who entered.  Sorry that I couldn't give all of you trophies.

Thanks! I've never won anything in my life. Though I've been writing poetry for a long time I'd like to thank everyone on this site for influencing me to put more of my work out there and giving me the confidence to do so.