Oedipus Note

Toughened my body

And blackened my heart

Have you gifted me or cursed me?

Set me up to be my worst me?

I don’t like you

But I love you

And the harshness of that thought is followed

Typical pressures of blood and society

Makes me wonder if that love is hollowed

Questions that I ask myself

Can I forgive me for trusting you

Until I can answer that with something positive

I won’t be forgiving you

A many lingering thought of pain

Many a pebble in my boot

If one were a seedling

Your oppressing waters helped that pain root

Credited for taking me higher

Ignoring the leaves branches falling

Me reaching for what feel

Me tortured by its calling

You’re not the first hero I admired

You’re the first villain I revered

Face I knew to run to

Yet, hand I knew to fear

The man I cursed to hell

As I helped nurse to health

He who alines men is either

All powerful, or a master of stealth

Addict

Face the mirror
Or would that take more bravery
You won’t see yourself
Rather what has you in slavery

Up your nose
In your lungs
And in your blood stream

In your mouth
to your stomach
Corrupting liver and spleen

These are demons
You grant permission to enter
So don’t find God
Without asking him “where is a rehab center?”

Terror Write 6

When I’m not out promoting violence
I’m putting clowns to silence
Do your impression of a mime
While I teach you how to rhyme
French kiss a serpent
And let the poison get on your tongue
Spit it at any one in a battle
Until the bell is rung
Beat your opponents to death
Til they cry blood
On dirt and make
Red mud
Punch them in the dick
Til they pass out and wake up with a swollen cock
Tie him down and slice that thing up
Like it was live stock
Yes you can call me Darth Vadar
Because I lead the troopers
Your life’s a mistake
The results of an ammature porn blooper
I’ll take the hammer to your head
You can call me the roofer
Knock your shingles loose
Leave your structure in a stupor
Or use a chainsaw
To cut you up finer than
Carrots in cole slaw
I’m exiting, but first I’m
Running over your dogs paw

Terror Write 4

I commit double the trouble
When my bullets want to cuddle
With a pregnant woman’s bubble
And sprinkle her a blood puddle
Befuddle a pro- lifer during
His abortion debate rebuttal
When I halt a couple
As they wuddle
Grind them into rubble
Pour them down a funnel
And let them fill my favorite duffel

Yeah I’m cold
But don’t get my shivers
Confused with quivers
Cause my hand gets steady
As it delivers
Slices to your liver

I can calm your temper
Turn your bark into a whimper
Give you a permanent limp
A nickname of “The Gimp”
Or poison you with raw shrimp
Backhand you like a pimp
With my hair crimped

Terror Write 2

I run amuk during my random slaughter
Pulling whiskers off an otter
Shit on victims like toilet water
And inject HPV in your daughters

I wanna punch people in the gut
And bring their actions to a halt
Skin them slightly and season their
Open wounds with table salt
Laughing as you suffer
Screaming that it’s not your fault
While blood bubbles from your lips
Like lite beer malt

Stab you in the eye with a broken mirror piece
So you can see your own pupil
Murder you at Cedar Point
And put the “fun” back in funeral

Terror Write

Things written while listening to the fosset in my tub drip
Shove a broomstick so far up your ass it pokes out your intestines
And make you spit up wood chips
Leave you dead and colder than
Any of the View hosts vagina lips
Saw your legs off and leave you shorter
Than an ugly strippers tips

Guarantee your death
Like Mens’ Warehouse
Shove a bomb in your sphincter
And blow your ass out
Or better yet
Commit a knife or chainsaw murder
Slice your flesh up in squares
Leave you looking like a Wendey’s burger

Give you 3rd degree burns
So you can fell offended where you hear ‘This Is Why I’m Hot’ by Mims
Sever your legs
And leave you a cripple atheist, No more True Religion or Tims

I’ll poison you give you the antidote
Then get your stomach pumped
Give a flat chested cancerphobic chick anesthesia
So she can wake up with implants, but with lumps

My Inner Misogynists

I never complicate it
Simply approach with common courtesy
If I took account of it all
It seems just like a blur to me
If asked about the past
They’ll be informed of no significance
All not guilty of actual crimes
All have no innocence
A smirk to cover the frown
Long blink to stop the drown
Tears dammed over the years
Are barred from falling down
Reaching arms for hugs get rejected
Can’t do a thing besides recline
Best to recede from the band
Like Lebron James hairline
I express frustration because
What I saw coming came and went
Whoever ends up with her in the end
Is truly a saint among men
Maybe next time I’ll give the
Approach a switch
Call her a bitch
Backhand her with my fist
Send her to the kitchen
To make me a dish
Of fish and grits
And treat her like shit
Call the slut whore a twat
Beat her til she’s in knots
And counter every resistance she gives me with
The threatening of the execution of a murder plot
That’s an exaggeration
But I see it in other guys
Trapped by denial, pressure, and lies
So far gone they can’t see their so called Junior
Doesn’t have the same eyes
They’ll keep the number of lies low
But the truth will hit you with a higher impact
You forgot to put the seat down
She let her boss hit from the back
And in the mitts
Of hearing about her trist
You can’t help but wish
That you knew what she had done
With her mouth before you’d kiss
I gave you a sample of Pandora’s Box
You’re lost starring at the petri-dish
Dig deep nice guy, we’ve all got it
It exists
I just displayed mine for you
My inner misogynst

At Second Glance

Call me cynicism I have the
Action perfected
Truth has been a bad mate to my ears
They feel neglected
I look at people like they’re full of shit
When their breath reflects it
But I’ll find honesty within you
Even if that leave you dissected
You’ve been invited to the notes
Of the closest thing you’ll see
If Tony and Elvira were to curse
This world with a seed
Peek through the black glasses again
Can you envision
A young minds division
From the familiar with
Such precision
Peaceful late nights in the dark
Disturbed by pigs with
Bite and bark
One would be surprised to know the
Feeling a glance at a barrel does to a heart
See hell in one blink
Blink twice you’ll see Cerberus charging
One has to enter the mind
To view my permanent markings

Evil freewrite…

Still with this murderous rage

I’m stuck controlling

A puny conscious paces around

A lion and calls it patrolling

Look into my eyes

In the universe of my iris

Travel through Arctic veins

To my heart, where the ice is

Better to blink or to end up in my stomach

With the corrosive acids

Become feces that make water splashes

Or be the aroma of my putrid ass gases

Don’t blame the ingested

You’re facing he who is

Quite infested

With evils and demons

The speediest sperm

Of fleeting  semen

You face a horrible demise

Boiling water poured

On teary eyes

Scissor snips to your pride

Prior to knowing your family

Has died

Your bodies found dehydrated

Finished with cyanide

 

 

Pogo (John Wayne Gacy)

Trapped in my basement

Braced for harassment

Boy, the things I’m gonna do

With your ass bent

I have the habit of sodomy

Cause my father wasn’t proud of me

You may die quick or slow

But at least its not a lobotomy

You think your going to get around me

Because you see I’m heavy set

You’re young and not bright

I smirk at you thinking to myself  “Want a bet?”

Sprinting your way to attempt passing me

I clothesline you to the floor

Looking down at you I giggle saying

” We won’t be trying that anymore”

Swiftly I move in with cuff restraining your hands

Down with your pants

And now you are a slave to my demands

Because, you already know though

You don’t mess with Pogo

You only live once

Murder victims can’t say Y.O.L.O

Good enough with a pistol

Precise enough with a knife

Abduct about four a month

That’s two per fortnight

First I take their innocence

Then I take their life