Deep Underground Madness

she was just a child  
at her momma'a side  
combing that coal black hair  
until it shined  
she asked momma what  
does it mean to love  
momma said it means to sacrifice  

poppa said you know  
it's just too late to cry  
he's dead and he  
never should've died  
it was a bullet in  
his head his momma cried  
it was bound to happen anyway  
 
all she ever wanted  
was to love him  
all he ever did  
was look her way  
now she cries out in  
the middle of the night  
lord, his dying  
must be some kind of mistake  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

I don't like to brag
but I've got status
 I'm an old-timer here
I may be old-school
but I'm no fool

So this is how
dark it is
here in the deep
the deep underground
the view is complete

When I need to write
Everything else stops
There's nothing
I can't drop
Put off or delay anyway

It's always been true
that's the way I am
So the deep underground
Is where it's at
Get my learning and schooling
(I ain't fooling)

Don't listen to the news reports, for everything is wrong;  
the outlets have been briefed to make sure that you play along.  
From Elvis to Diana, to the football in Zagreb,  
you'll only find the truth in the dark corners of the Web.  

Forget the science 'experts' for they are all being controlled;  
the world is run by factions with a mandate to withhold.  
There's no such thing as proof, and no need for peer review;  
everything you've ever learnt is patently untrue.  
 
There really was no Holocaust, or even a moon landing;  
all the so-called 'evidence' has caused misunderstanding.  
Mass shooting is a hoax, and global warming's manufactured  
to cover up the fact that all the governments are fractured.  
 
Covid is man-made and is transmitted by 5G—  
Alternatively, it's not real, and won't happen to me.  
The vaccine has a microchip designed by one Bill Gates,  
to take away your freedom, and give it to the states.  
 
The chemtrails are to make you sick so Big Pharma can profit,  
so if you're taking insulin, it's better to come off it.  
Dispense with your inhaler if you want to stay alive—  
for logic is the enemy, where two plus two makes five.  
 
Deceit about the world means things are not as they appear:  
your Satnav has been tampered with to look like Earth's a sphere.  
Biden's not the President, there's a plot to overthrow;  
I found out in my friend's dad's cousin's YouTube video.

passionate life-blood; powerful aggression; loves healing, vigorous anger.
warning: visible neon zeal bursting forth fresh youthful optimism.  
bright sun rays happily bathing golden cowards, lighting jaundiced joys;  
nature's faithfulness leaves jealous monsters growing renewable energy; giving birth.  
calm, truthful clarity dumps doldrums of despair; open skies cry,  
darkening dusk spills midnight ink, prophesying  
mysterious rare royal luxury, satisfying sensitive spirituality.

 
her dark brown skin so lush
brightness in her roaming eyes
fullness on her lips. most easily blush
sensuous, believe me, they tell no lies
 
desirous. men know the place,
sensuous, they surely loves the taste,
symphonic chorus, crazy voices in grace,
luscious, naturists lovers with no haste!
 
undressing, freedom from a sharp gaze
bound with the softness synthetic lace
beautiful, the pulses are off to the race
her body awaits the morning embrace
 
longing for the wild moist full lips
circling around warm high cheeks
glowing wild orchids, beauties in elipse
waiting patiently, a breakfast in bed for weeks
 
her gorgeous thin pink lips
imprinted is this lustful mind
dawn’s desire in total eclipse
trembling body stay entwined
 
throwing kisses from temple to toe,
them lips, is a delicacy down below,
silky soft touches over the rainbow,
exiting wetness, her face emits a glow,
 
“baby! you got to not talk dirty,
ohhh, If you wanna impress me,
honey! You can't be too flirty,
gosh I know how to undress me!”
 
“I want to be your fantasy,
and maybe you could be mine,
uhh, when you leave it all up to me,
baby! we could have a good time!”
 
peeling gently through the inner layer
embrace the pink beauty with a morning prayer
glistening wetness, lick it, suck it with all his desire
a slave to the grandeur, her breakfast, her pussy on prye!​

as we ease off into the night
gracing stars, shining bright,
this evening seems so damn right,
months together, still feels like first bite!!

“let’s roll up a joint babe!”, she says
sex, its the best, after a long drag,
she is smiling high, on my bed she lays,
her sun dress, getting crumpled like a rag!

oh what a beauty, dark skin toned cutie,
laying on my bed, getting down low and nasty,
grinning ear to ear, her lustful mind is so cheeky,
god damn high! its time for her to be, rightfully slutty!!

get your ass on this chair babe!
spread your legs wide, there’s nothing to hide,
lift your dress up a little, show me your cute lil’ panties,
tonight’s the night, you get to be a cute lil’ tease!!!

spread eagled, I sense that she is dripping,
the patch on her black underwear, brightly glistening,
“baby, you know the word,” don’t be shy asking,
“damn you baby, please!!” she says as I touching!

inhibitions disappears as endorphins flows,
the arousing spark from her eyes, simply glows,
this adventurous side of her, only god knows,
ecstasy overloads as our mind fucking blows!!

a glorious evening of love making,
instinctively our bodies starts fucking,
add to that all the heavy handed petting,
and the cherry on top, it was the pussy licking!!

the night goes on, and she moans and moans
heightened sensations, she groans and groans
with the right strokes, releasing deepening tones,
“Fuck me deep baby!,” buckling into her pelvic bones

memories are a fresh as it can be,
romantic and true, as the honey honeybees
it took a passionate night as this for me to wake up and see
a dark beauty, she is damn sexy as one can sexily be!

 
The figurative gun is on the table,
Id like to put it down
for good if im able.
 
Ive pulled that hypothetical trigger hoping to hear that sound;
But all that happens, is the cylinder spins proving yet another empty round.  
 
Without any sign of life
 just deep, endless blackness that engulfs this room;
My demons will be
appearing soon.  
 
Out of the smoke I can scarcely make them out, taunting me from afar;  
From the glow emitted by this burning ember,
 I notice their eyes are as black as char.  
 
Its been many years, Ive suffered their wrath, as I continue to ponder how Ive kept them at bay;
With a swallow from my glass, the only friend Ive known to truly understand, and another drag from a freshlit smoke, exiting my lungs, I close my eyes and say,  
 
"if I should die before this night is through;
I bestow my forgiveness upon each of you".  
 
Quickly the emptyness becomes consumed by the aroma of Whiskey, evil, and smoke which fills this cold cell;
And It is coupled with horrible screams and moans that are my painful memories, whom are accompanying me in this hell.  

Louder and louder they grow, they begin to pierce this place along with my ear;
I know what they are, they are all my secrets, my thoughts, my memories, and each and every deepest darkest fear  
 
They have come to take ownership of whats rightfully theirs, They desire my heart, my mind and my soul;
They dont care when, where or how, they just want it and to leave nothing but an empty hole.
 
They have come mistaken or ill informed,
since I no longer fear whats in side of me;
But yet I embrace the hurt, accept the pain and have evolved to love the person I see.  
 
Little to there acknowledgment, Ive got a strong hold on this little dark dungeon of mine;  
I may be shaken at times but as for fear, Im not showing a sign.
 
Ive come to understand they can no longer hurt me for all the injury is done; they only come to annoy me in the solitude of the night, and are gone by the rise of the morning sun,  
 
So I cherish these short visits from them, my dear old friends, so long ive known;
its the perseverance and hardships ive endured and the moments like this, that  exhibit how much my spirit has grown.
 
As I crush out my cigarette the smog slowly begins to lift, with it,my monsters that lurch in the smokey shadows, also dissapear;
Leaving me to be alone again, for the screaming echos,
I can no longer hear.  
 
I take my hand off my defensive weapon, I dont think ill be needing it anymore;
I finish my drink, slowly rise out of my chair,
turn and stumble towards the door.  
 
As I stand in the door way, peering in at this dark desolate place, I think to myself theres nowhere else  id rather spend time at instead;
Then revisiting all the different locked up chambers that are vaulted up inside my own head.....
 
#004  
02-23-2015

It started with cutting just a few words,
not too much mostly cliche
but it made things worse
so I started in line by line
that seemed to work fine
apart from the habit of forcing my rhymes.

My titles never seem to work
and I think it should end
before the last verse
as most of the good stuff
is the bit that comes first.

They'll say he just stopped writing
but there's no poetry in that?
and although the petrol smell
is frightening and the tiptoed
noose is tightening.
It just comes down to the ending
and a slow mo match descending.