THEY"RE ALL GONNA LAUGH AT YOU!!!!

I will not apologize if my main squeeze
Is not with whom you are please
Or of whom religion speaks
With the right amount of masculinity
Shaping our forbiden entity
Your feminine nature
Our love they can't waver

When two hearts are becoming one
You and I, their thoughts I shun
Moving to the beat of our own conga drum
Drunken in love
The taste of your suckulent, honey dip, goodness
With the scent of lingering lust on my finger tips,
What hot mess we create when entageled together on that mission
To being the only ones

We are lost in our own world
Your curve lines in my arms I fold
My chocolate covered beauty
In your eyes I could see
I could feel
The virtue of your natural being
Are we less human
because off my tongue rolls your favourite song
Oh my sweet, lets begin
To move to our own rhythm.

He’d been traveling through little secluded towns  
He’d always been fascinated with this part of the world  
That week his tour guide took him to the market  
Lined with street vendors and small dark stores  

That day he walked into an old curio shop  
He skimmed through books written in Arabic  
And some that were “ancient transcripts in Aramaic”  
At least that was what the translator said  
 
But what caught his eye was a dusty bookshelf in a corner  
It had several books and what looked like a large box  
When he opened it, the only thing he could think of was  
“It looks like a very old Ouija board’  
 
“How much for this?” he asked the translator  
The translator asked the shop keeper  
The shop keeper looked confused and shocked  
As if he didn’t know he had that item in his store  
 
“It’s not for sale” the translator said also sounding confused  
“No, he said more than that” the American replied  
“No sale, no sale” the old store owner said in broken English  
Then said other things to the translator  
 
After some haggling, the American offered so much money  
The shop keeper could not refuse the temptation  
And as he wrapped the board in an old burlap bag  
All the shop keeper said was “careful, careful”  
 
Back home  
He looked up translations for the letters in Arabic  
So that he and his friends could play the game  
And though things seemed to be fun at first  
They started experiencing things beyond explanation  
 
They spoke to an entity, who claimed was from Babylon  
Who spoke of murder, deceit and ancient worshipping  
And as the friends wanted to know more, the entity asked for favors  
He asked for gifts, for offerings in order to give them more  
 
And so the friends complied and brought offerings  
The entity would tell his story and then ask for more  
The entity eventually asked to inhabit a body  
So that it could feel physical pleasure once again  
 
After playing the game for weeks  
Some of the friends decided to stop playing the game  
Which made the entity angry  
Each and every one of them began to have bad luck  
 
One had a terrible car accident  
One had a mental breakdown  
Another lost everything in a house fire  
While one’s apartment was flooded  
Another lost all his life’s work  
 
The entity kept asking for more offerings  
Until of them of them decided to give in…  
 
When the police arrived at the man’s residence  
Each officer would step back outside vomiting  
Unable to handle the smell of decomposition  
Bodies piled up in a bathtub, flayed for display  
Surrounded by candles like an altar  
 
And though he hasn’t been seen since  
Every now and then a small town goes into lockdown  
“Another victim found”  
Splayed under a shrine  
 
Then there are reports  
Of a strange wild looking man peering through windows  
With visceral eyes  
But he is looking for another sacrifice

a knife's too dull
to suit his taste
but razors, love,
will make good haste
on lovely flesh  
as soft as down
that cuts like butter
toe to crown
 
he savors every
moan and scream
 
it's poetry in
the cutter's dreams
 
and he hears song
in every tear
in beggar's pleas
and victim's fear
and oh, so sad
when death comes near
 
he takes a toe
as souvenir
 
a little joy to compensate
until next time
 
and he can't wait

"Passion for Murder"




Thirsting to commit another ghastly murder
My appetite I must feed it's my eating disorder
Bouquet of human pulp fills up my nostrils
Killing is my calling & I worship it as my gospel

I love calculating my hunt for weak prey
I window shop for flesh put out on display
Subtly I sneak up for the surprise attakk
I silently drag them into shadow's blakk

Chloroform rag to gag mouths left agape
Hog tied & bound, zero chance of escape
Trunk of my car serves quick termination
Prayers & rosary their personal salvation

I drag bodies through night that won't end
Torture I inflicted you can't comprehend
Meticulously carve up every inch of flesh
Serving up my victims cold & very fresh

Decapitated heads trophies on my mantle
No need to donate, blood supply is ample
I evict souls leaving nothing but an echo
I'm drawn from the darkside of shadows

Liver, Fava beans & a very nice chianti
Killing is my business & business is dandy
If you see me coming might wanna hide
It's truly a pleasure to rip out your insides



The Punk Poet…
  Always Be Punk…
Always Be Drunk…
   (On Poetry)