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In Life

If

we are

an image

 of our creator

why

 are we so evil?

Is it the world

whose space age

technology

has somehow

broken through

the filter…

opposites attract

there can’t be dark

without no light

and you can’t feel empty

without

 some sort of filler…

some

are with the soul

of an angel

and there are those

hunting with the instincts

of a killer…

some

are “blessed” with both

at the same time

confusing

the destination

of the

 fulfiller…

 is

 whats meant to be

what happens accidentally

and who forcibly

 pulls the trigger?

I suppose

this book

this passage

wouldn’t be entertaining

if it wasnt

a thriller

Ring-a-ling

badly

do I want

to give your phone

a ring,

but sadly

I know

that your probably

somewhere out or in with him,

I’ve never met him

im not threatened

but I know he makes

your heart sing,

and as my muse

for a brief moment

I know what I want

is that  something,

my thirst isn’t quenched

by those

who to me

do the calling,

is this my payback

possibly that

or I want what isn’t for me

to be having,

so I just admire you

from instagram

since I have no reason

to give you a ring-a-ling,

although I know

if we did anything

I’d have you stuck in repeat

like your all time favorite movie scene,

and yet still I don’t call

because to me

rejection

is the worst thing,

they say it’s better

to have loved and lost

but as a writer

I need my torturing,

with that said

I leave my wanting

held on the line

hanging

On or Off Target

outside of death

hunger knows no bounds

underneath the heavens

there is no limit,

until you reach an outter space

where your worth

your weight in gravity

and time measures your distance,

 dog eats dog

jealousy fuels

and hard headedness

is appreciated by the ignorant,

 IT is

what you make IT

you can say you did

but IT wont do you any good if you really didn’t,

you can never

change your past

just steer in a clearer direction

and hope the future has something different,

they say you can’t

b.s. a b.s’er

especially

if the other one is fluent,

I would sit here

and go tit for tat

but unfortunately

I’m not that patient,

maybe it’s because

I’m pressed for time

and I have yet

to hit my objective,

It may be

my a.d.h.d.

or the scent of someone else approaching my hydrant

that makes me possessive,

but the Lord knows

my heart would be

with no flame or desire

if there wasnt competition for my obsession

The next Move

ah

ah

I have iT

in my hands,

I want to do

something with it

but im scared

so I stand,

not too sure

on my next move

damn the feeling of feeling damned,

she fell right

into my palm

but to bother her

I can’t,

I fidget

feeling rigid

 I AM a Richard

I’m the man,

the king in me

is humbled

and I bow

as if on holy land,

that doesn’t mean

I don’t attempt

but every kick

is caught by another hand,

that assures me

somethings going to happen

but it’s not

what I have planned,

so all the more

does it make me mad

and all the more

do I demand,

for more

oh this whore

has me heated

and then a fan,

hovers over and cools me off

I’m put off

and forget

why I heavily pant,

once I sit

all the way down

I can now

figure out my next dance

Out the tomb

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I had to
I had to kill
I couldn’t take IT
Any more
a fool,
I held back
For a week
Hoping
the cravings
would be
subdued.
But then The Killer
Who has no intention
On killing me
Gave me another reason
to prove,
That I’m a force
To reckoned with
She
should let me
Behind her walls
So that i can
pull,
The vale
from her eyes
The cloth from around her thighs
Because With Your lotions
and my warmth
I swear, (w/God) I can
sooth,
All stimulant able
Triggers
And
wounds.
To leave
Your body laying
As if In death
But
your mind
In total
“awe/eww”,
Giving you
Vivid visions
Like hallucinogens
On what the power
Of touch
Can really do…
And like that
ATLien
I do, I do, I do,
I do, I do.
Promise you
That what you
Consider freedom
Epiphany will soon
Rise from
A hard headed
Cocoon .
Of this
Pre rendered
Vedic
Of what
Dick The Spic
Can do.
My animal
Instincts
Are placed
On pause
Out of respect
For you.
If I get
Comfortable
Beware my dear
I move.
Abstract
To detail
Resistance
To acceptance
The Big Boom
#OhYeahSpringIsInTheAirOutTheTomb

Killer Bee

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Uh oh
I fell Into
The hive
again,
Wanting
Some honey
Leaving with
Thoughts of a bad man.

She’s such a
Soul seductress
In her vague
Ways,
Teasing Just enough
To leave me
Thinking about IT
All day.

I can tell
All she wants
Is complete
Attention,
Which
Isn’t a problem for me
Since I’m the type
To get completely obsessive.

Me with many
A question
And her process
Like a factory line,
Theres a queue
But she doesn’t
Service
One at a time,

The type Of Queen
That will
In all spheres
Eat you alive,
Which If you’ve kept up
With my ramblings
Know i
don’t mind.

Im a sleeper cell
With a Vest strapped
Just waiting to
blow up in time.
Does she
know this?
That isn’t a
Concern of mine.

Who you allow
In your circle
Can
Burst your bubble,
Age knows
No restriction
And You my dear
You, spell trouble.

The last thing
That I need
Is another reason
To be on my knees,
So Who am I
Who is so demanding
To Be the one
begging please,

Shew Fly
Fly away
And please don’t
Bother me,
But caught damn
Is honey Sticky sweet
Damn the allure
Of the Killer Bee

Have fun with IT

give’em a little bit of power

and see what they do with IT,

shower them with kisses

and see how quickly it takes for them to spit,

venom on their webs

as accidentally as premeditated gets,

its so sad how true to life

the flock of feathers sticks to the prototype of bitch,

one must be in full on character

to swallow pride and experiment,

give someone your entire world

see if they trash or they recycle IT,

are lessons learned best used to teach how to avoid

or how to get even with?

i still need more information

so for now lets just have fun with IT