All The Devil's Men (Clive Barker #1)

The sandman without any soft feelings        
I never respected a man, who confesses he is one way, and then indulge in dirty dealings        
Such a shame for such to trying to play those childish hide my true character games        
Word has it your wife caught you with someone else before you gave her your last name        
A woman, hum... nope        
A meeting place to enjoy coffee and give your thriving union some hope        
       
If anyone, I should be telling dirty secrets, letting your soft tiger out the bag        
Confessions to me you use to consume your time with excuse the jargon, God please forgive me for this, your handsome fags        
In reminisce, I once merged beautifully and harmonic in better times        
Gave you the key on other poetry sites to invest your gothic rhymes        
Your feelings have turned to the harder meat on the streets, then you go Rambo and try the switch- a-roo        
A fascination with the Maury Povich talk show gender revelation when you stated you could not tell a man from a woman, or who was who        
You were the one who confessed to me you salivated when you were fooled        
I consoled your wicked conscious way back when and advised you never to tell that to no one in any circumstance        
Yes, so please let the world know you as a man like rock-hard bulges in man's pants        
               
I have no shame in my fame      
Behind the seduction of my Creole name    
I never judged you, or who brings you joy        
A beloved, who is now in peace, not knowing she was married to man who likes little boy toys        
You have the agenda twisted if you really think you can cross me        
And not tell your audience where your thoughts stray in undressing men in heat        
       
Written concerns and all your inboxes’ confessions        
I will bring hell to your door, without hesitation        
Your begging messages in yahoo to write with you, you green ass looking basket case, trying to place discontent in my enlighten path        
Being a peaceful person, you will still feel the sting of my wraith        
Lush Poetry, remember that site, Clive Barker before you closed your account down        
I do think you know how hard it is to watch someone trick the world with those dark nonsense of words, knowing a horror artist preference and not make a sound        
Yes, you are the clown, I only speak the truth        
If not, prove me wrong        
I’m waiting, I know your life like a back-alley song        
 
I was once your Ghost Writer, remember that you pale jester, I made your worthless words shine        
And you did not even write one single line        
And done on my time        
Won your ungraceful ass some honorable mentionable as rewards        
Now you on here like you're that good with your collaborating words          
I can get just as demeaning when placing your ass on the hot seat        
And no defamation or slander applies here, when it is truth, time is too precious, yet I will bring you to your feet        
Quit acting like you the shit here        
You a closet freak, who prefer the harder candy my dear        
 
I told you, your past will catch up with you when you attempt to sling mud that has no chance        
Don't you think it is about time you chose a woman and have an everlasting romance        
Instead of thinking about testicles, and sex changes, your true lust, it is alright you are coming out in the open, I always told you too, if that is who gives you that hope of a closet romance        
I can only assume you are still tiffed your Hell Rising was chopped blocked; I am sorry this had to come from me, giving the world a glimpse of your true self        
That is what happens when your time is up and you about to get straight dealt        
       
You are the same Devil's Man who told me you like the feel of lace underwear against your skin        
Not a female let me correct that here, when you are wearing them, oh you are funny, my hits have just begin        
You stepped in my hood, bitch be prepared, now I will not feel any guilt when I let out your filthy thinking manly needs        
I will be that ghost who brings you my creed        
I will make sure I give the readers the sickening of your insights        
The same little fuck who got kicked off another poetry sight        
       
No one understand the words as your pen writes, you still have not got the shit right        
My inbox filled for that collaborating thrill        
In this life, it is about choices and swallowing a hard pill        
You can run but you cannot hide        
No one steps on my peace and on the integrity of my silence in the name of friendship and loyalty regarding their salacious life and expect a free ride          
       
Signed By The Orator of Clive Barker Part 1 (The Horror Series)