Wish List in a Castle Cake

© Sept. 28, 2014. All Rights Reserved.

A wish list in a castle
Cake,
But the cake’s in a bright
Castle.
The pentagram grants the
Wishes,
But not on the hours the cake’s
Made.
Come alone at the proper
Time,
And you’ll see the wish list in
Shade.
But if you see the cake, you
Die.
Shy away–don’t do the
Dishes.
Two seconds to exit the
Place.
But if you run, one cake, you’ll
Buy.
Return fast without a
Hassle.
If there’s one, the cake needs a
Dime.
Don’t shake the cake, or it’s just
Fake.
Now, try to find your breathing
Space.

But the Pain’s Abyss

© Sept. 28, 2014. All Rights Reserved.

Slaying pandemonium.

Molesting a medium.

Dissecting where demons come.

Abusing all the freedom.

Many ghouls up my rear end.

Demons cum as a giant twin.

Possession without a friend.

Controlling behind my skin.

Can’t look back.

Plan to kill.

Don’t you laugh.

Now you’ll die.

Kill a stack,

For blood spill.

What you have.

Will see why.

Dismembering cadavers.

Plus shackles on adventures.

Timeless rebellion measures.

Separating the pleasures.

Imploding the entities.

Victims on the precipice.

When the coffin drops bodies.

Wishing, but the pain’s abyss.

Candy You Do Create

© Sept. 28, 2014. All Rights Reserved.

While holding a baby gingerly,

Strike me with that pepper mouth, frowning.

Flirt with other spices, but not me.

Salty should not trouble your drowning,

For the sour is in your memory.

When sweet lost its taste, I taste your sweat.

Confined in a bitter baby bet.

There is a taste of Russian roulette.

I puke. When I clean, you will not let.

Confess the the candy you do create.

Blend the mixture, but do not you bake.

I cannot accept I overhate.

The crumbs will eventually break.

When I suck your heart, you still taste great.

Confuse me not; I will hunt your heart.

It will never beat again. Unstart.

Your sweet use is hard–a shopping cart.

Thus, your candy will never be art.

The Devil Smacked

© Sept. 27, 2014. All Rights Reserved.

The even is black and odd is crack.

Schizoaffective disorder.

Find encounters with a recorder.

This footage is hacked; my mind is packed.

For love, I will slack. There is no back.

It is a fact, for the Devil smacked.

Randomness #10

© Sept. 26, 2014. All Rights Reserved.

You don’t have to be afraid.
I’m just going to kill you.
I don’t need slang to do it.
I make the bang if you’re paid.
I’m a virgin, and you’re not.
I have nothing to lose, bitch.
I’ll shoot at an interview.
Fuck your wife like she’s the shit,
Then spit on your gravesite, ha.
Ahriman’s stealing your bra.
Skin’s in mahogany wood.
Scream’s in a felony place.
Re-enact the crimes as a should.
Body on a shadow chase.
You think you’re hot with music.
I’m the one that’s psychotic.
Slick with a match that’ll trick.
Like a magic trick for real.
Yet, it rides on wheels to kill.
Make your whole crew squeal like ill.
Because you don’t feel the skill.
Blood spill and fast lunge attacks.
Nail testicles to train tracks.

Laugh? Smile?

© Sept. 22, 2014. All Rights Reserved.

Laugh? Smile? It’s been long.
Wink? Stare? It’s been wrong.
Think? Hug? It’s been dead.
Loving’s so unsaid.

I’m in solitude,
Watching films alone.
Unseen with my friends.
If I turn, I’m rude.
Not the motion show,
But I see what ends.

Touch? Talk? It’s been not.
Rub? Tell? It’s the spot.
Hear? Cry? You’re an owl.
There’s no time to smile.

Rabbit Stole My Bike

© Sept. 20, 2014. All Rights Reserved.

The rabbit stole my bike and went to Baghdad.
I lost my dad, but not like the bike I had.
My bike had full speed like a cool time machine.
I could cut through time and foresee any gene.
What was once good is blood and pure evil here.
Unlike my angry dad, my time, I could steer.
What I fear is the rabbit, but she went fast.
She was in a costume, and I chased her last.

Sheila Sheila

© Sept. 17, 2014. All Rights Reserved.

Is it not ageism if Sheila cannot date her own love? Sheila is 24, but the female she has a mutual relationship with is just 14. Crazy to think about, but it’s about love that matters in the world. Is not Livia old enough to decide if she is attracted to people? But Sheila is also young enough to be fooled in relationships of false love. Livia cries and cries until she meets her Sheila, but hopefully Sheila does the same.

What is more bothersome if the facts turned to publicity? Is it that the lesbian Livia is having an intimate relationship with Sheila? Or is it more bothersome that Sheila is an adult while Livia is a minor? Whatever happened to adult decisions, but Livia lives with sanctimonious parents, and they oppose same-sex relationships.

By the time Livia turns 18, she has two full-time jobs in hopes of leaving her parents house one day. Sheila does nothing to support Livia, but Livia reminds herself about her caressing past experience as a pain reliever. Livia hates herself deep inside, but not because she’s lesbian. She’s being used by Sheila, and her parents never knew about her secret relationship. What if Sheila was a killer? Sadly, Sheila is in an opened relationship with two other women.

Livia pants and grabs a recently purchased gun from her saved money. Nobody knows why she is crying, but what would it matter if she’s suicidal? She’s homicidal first. Sheila is caught cheating, and the abject pain sinks deeper. When Sheila is sitting on a bench at a park (their hideout), Livia automatically fires the weapon. She shows no remorse firing the gun twelve times at her face as a weeping Jessie watches.

Make it Will

© Sept. 14, 2014. All Rights Reserved.

A favor’s under the tomb–you’re touching me,

Kissing ever so suddenly with bliss,

And our connection will never let go this.

This love is beyond heaven and hell, really?

Breathing our air, watching our stare.

Breathing our fall–us together.

A favor’s you, and me wherever we go.

Wherever we kiss, the same won’t be as glad.

Motionless tears if we’re down, yet up and sad.

Make it will and life’s still in a blackened glow.

Maybe I’m Hindu

© Sept. 12, 2014. All Rights Reserved.

Who would’ve ever thought?
Holidays are evil.
Pagan holidays caught,
But I accept Pagans.
And I accept Wiccans.
I accept what they don’t.
I accept the Bible,
But all of it, I won’t.

Call me Hindu–I’m not.
And I don’t preach voodoo.
Words of Satan, they got,
But love’s what’s important.
Life’s hard–I need no hint.
Judge by not judging me.
Don’t act like this is new.
Maybe I’m Hindu, see.