Curt A Rivard Sr
© All words are the original work and property of Curt A. Rivard Sr. (aka SirCARSr.) and if you try to steal my words trust me I'll get them all back before I wire your gums shut forever! Ha-Ha-Ha
Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely and purely coincidental.
(P.S. I love coincidences.....)
Against his will he’s confined in a notorious cell block mansion
Inmate number B-33920 his name, Charles Manson.
Some say he’s a prophet of living disaster
I beg to differ for what I can honestly see,
Never under estimate our power for he is also a vision master.
So charismatic diamonds start to fall off his tongue
There picking them up as his blessed words begin to flow.
Paying for a crime he never did any wrong
The panel was rigged and the prosecutor
Knew which way the final verdict would go.
Living in fear all the members of the jury
If it were random picks I’d be the hold out
Just to see the audience eyes become burning blurry
And to watch the splinters fly in the air
As the gavel comes smashing down in a hurry.
Denying freedom each and every time
The parole board does forever plan.
Under duress they have no choice for they been warned
Secretly hiding behind alias screen names
I predict there also joining his internet fan club clan.
Exploiting him for their own financial gain
The state’s making profits just because of his name
And to me they are the ones, who are savage
Because if the DOC loses custody of their celebrity
They then will lose their stimulus package.
At head count his body may physically be there
But in his mind, he’s walking on warm desert sand
As he pretends he is in Death Valley.
As for me, I’m lurking in the street
And hiding in a back alley.
Helter Skelter, Helter Skelter, Helter Skelter
Let him go, let him go, let him go!
The pain gets stronger and stronger
Each and every minute you are not near.
Distant haunting screams now fill my ears
As my eyes start searching, there about to tear.
I can never make it without you
And losing you is my only fear.
Vows given to you many years ago
Promising, right behind you I will instantly also go.
Never shall we ever be apart
And if so, that is when all the killing will start.
Deepest of all connections we do share
Complimenting each other we are the perfect pair.
So weak I am for I give you all my power
I’m writing this poem and it’s all about you
And look you have been only gone for a half an hour.
Please hurry, have fun and come back home to me, OK
Because there has never been a day
Where we haven’t seen each other every day.
Searching high and low for the fountain of youth
Hoping to fulfill the only wish you ever did
All because you said,
“Daddy, I wish you were like me,
so we can be together forever".
and then questioned me with,
Why can't you become a little Kid”
Silently standing in formation as your feet are hanging overboard
A burial at sea is an honor and now it is your much deserved reward.
Massive Ships slowly coming to a halt many nautical miles off the coast
Today is a beautiful day and you’re the decorated remembered host.
The stars and stripes are beginning to weep while flying at half mast
Squeezing triggers the firing party’s rifle’s now begin to blast.
As you’re lying there peacefully and in your stainless steel bed
A special scripture is read and prayers are then said.
Tilting the platform so you slide off and fall into the deep ocean
with twenty holes two inch in diameter
and one hundred pound bags hidden at your feet
when you get to the bottom, Davy Jones you will then meet
till then you’re heading to the floor traveling there
In slow motion.
Walking back through time the Cuckoo’s clock pendulum still doth swing
Showing you that today, you have been there so long ago before
Do you, or do you not, hear its beautiful heavenly angels now sing?
As your traveling through that sacred invisible door,
Questions now come to life because you’re looking for something
Is it an answer or are you looking for something more?
Inside your skull that ear shattering buzzing now does ring
Elusive details within a disorientating disarray
You’re now asking yourself, why am I trapped inside this damn thing,
How long will it last, and how long will I stay?
Dealing now with the distant and so long ago past
Dreams and visions upon you all of them you now cast.
The gift of another sight it is given to you each and every night
Interpretations now rush upon you as soon as you pray
And after you turn out the light.
Why do I feel as if I have been here before?
As I ask and pray at the side of my bed
With my knees upon the floor.
I have this list and every morning I generate a report
they are all my pre paid funeral contracts.
When my need to touch the dead go unfulfilled
I then turn to black magic as a last resort.
Washing my hands with aloes, myrrh and frankincense
I’m now lighting candles and burning sweet smelling incense.
Hidden within a handmade miniature coffin
My voodoo doll does doth hide,
It’s hiding in my desks draw buried deep inside.
Exposing now a needle filled body and face
Telling the story of how many I had cursed and sent into space.
As I am pushing that pin through it's chest and out it’s back
Someone on my list is in front of their family,
Having a massive heart attack.
Under his mighty authority, he sent forth a pair of spies
Hidden by a harlot they now became Joshua’s eyes.
Saving her and all that she has for what she hath done
Later when they come to burn down the city
Her and her family will be spared, there the only one.
Assembling a band of seven priest’s in those strange lands
He’s ordering them to encompass and circle the city
While carrying the Ark of Covenant in their holy hands.
Preparations now begin for a symphony of destruction
it is for all the other inhabitants, due to all the corruption.
Commanded until the appointed time to remain in silence
After that, scream and shout loud with ragging violence.
Marching with the trumpets at their side and on their hips
It’s the seventh day, and now, they must make seven trips.
The walls then came crumbling down,
After they blew through those ram horns with their lips.
Taking there treasures, the spoils of war...
They took it for the Lord's treasury,
That is who they took it for.
O’ no he’s at it again where will his little feet take him, where will he go?
Eyes wide open but yet he can’t even see.
If you could witness what had just happened you would then suddenly know.
It is a bizarre and an unknown phenomenon
As he is putting on his very own sleepwalking show.
Walking around and around your inside a fog filled maze
Guiding whispers that only you can hear there protecting you
Because you’re blind when you’re in that heavenly haze.
Oblivious to wonder as if you are free
Drifting in and out of a confusional arousal
If you want to know just what had happened, just ask me.
What visions had this prophet did witness
As he is walking all about in his sacred given bliss?
So happy he now found me in what they call
A dominant disorder with reduced penetrance
I can’t explain it but…if you ask him,
He calls it nothing more than,
Just having a death dance.
I Love you Joshua J. Rivard even though you scare me to death...
Are there secrets that you do keep?
Or do you reveal them all to him before you go to sleep?
Begging him for forgiveness because you don’t want to sin no more
Asking him over and over to just take them all away
Please sweep them all out my heart, out my mind and throw them out the door.
Promises that were given like it shalt never again flood
And if we accept him, were protected by his Son's ransom blood.
I can see it in all their eyes and it happens every time I look about
Can you hear his angels whisper and sing or does he need to scream and shout?
Whatever God you know, he knows you better than you do think.
When they found him, bound him and crucified him
And he died up upon that old cross,
I don’t know about you all,
But I know,
I mourn everyday his loss.
Shouts of a distinct color there screaming a code blue
You can’t be saved because the reaper has his claws
deep inside and there is nothing now a Dr. can do.
Pull the drapes, log the minute and tag the toe
To the hospital’s basement you now must go.
It’s a private encore only my eyes can see
I’m watching you laying there on the prep room table
Can you get up or are you not able?
Two fingers on your wrist and I’m sniffing at your neck
No heartbeat, no pulse only Rigor Mortis
slowly setting in is the only thing I can detect.
Placing my vintage sterling pocket hand mirror in your clutch
Lifting it up for you, to your frigid blue lips it must touch.
Looking for something like fog or the morning dew
Nope it’s not there so now it’s time to
Told maybe I should pick up the phone and call a Professional PHD.
to search for help because of all the death I did see.
I am stuck within a dream and if I try to explain
Trust me, I know they will never get it or even understand me.
I remember everything with such insane vivid imagery
When I fall deep asleep, my brain summons them up from my memory.
Like William Blake’s, Robin Redbreast… I’m trapped inside my crazy cranial cage
if you saw everything I did, you would suddenly want to rage.
I have so many snapshots locked deep in my head
I carry them long into the night while I'm in my bed.
O’ no, it’s happening all over once again
Up all night dreaming a death dream
Each and every one of them carries some kind of a haunting scream.
So tired in the early rising morning suns beams I am drained
I’m awoken, my heart is pounding, and my mind is racing
My clothes are drenched as if it had just rained.
Not looking for a way out for I don't want to ever escape
I pray for nightmares every night and that is all I beg and ask.
Please give me dreams more than one can handle
But please don’t wake me before,
I complete my dreaming task.
Here we are once again...
time now makes me reflect
we are within the first forty eight
and now all I want to do is just celebrate.
was it your time to pay for what you had done?
with hatred in my heart, my prayers are,
I hope it hurt and it wasn't done quickly with a gun..
did you think you could replace me with everything for my 1st son.
Years now have passed and still you hide
day by day your turning to rust and to me it is so much fun.
it was such a shame when you decided to play the that game.
when you looked in the eyes,
my only hope is.......
you'll remember my name:)
Blessed with children I was asked to be there protector
On a loan and watching my every move
You are looking, for you’re the sole investor.
At a breaking point and thinking all about fleeing
I try and tell myself I can get through this
But why does it seem there’s no end to what I am seeing?
I was wishing and I was wanting, I just wanted it all to stop
Because I was tired of drowning and I wanted to get back to the top.
experiencing torrents of emotions crashing wave upon wave
I can't seem to see any way out and now all I want is to be in a grave.
In this darkness and with no light I'm praying to you please let me win this fight.
You turned my eyes to your words once again
And look there it was, the chapter title all in yellow
Hiding deep within the scriptures that are written
Suddenly right before my eyes I saw the pages turn into a mirror
As the goosebumps all started to rise, I then saw, I was him, I was that fellow.
Starring at myself in the reflection
I then heard a voice telling me to have trust
And throw all my worries over to him
And if I did, I’ll be on my way again to perfection.
Thank you lord for spiting me out back on solid land,
I could have never did it,
Without your loving helping hand.
They are watching my every move in the night
Quietly looking at me like a rabid raven.
If you could see deep inside my head
It would look like a movie made by Wes Craven.
My methodical homicidal ideas running fast and running ramped
Trying ever so hard not to get caught
I have no choice but to top the last at what I just did.
My mind is pounding hard and my heart is racing
As I am dripping with sweat back and forth I am pacing.
Studying about all the others hoping now not to get caught
When they had finished what they had done, I often think,
What was it that they had did they did thought.
Keeping secrets buried locked deep inside
When they questioned me with their questions, I lied.
I am the king of given many a death wish
Pushing you in with handcuffs behind your back
Now you’re sinking to the bottom forever chilling with the fish.
Verbally murdering you with these lines,
When I’m in my death bed, I’ll confess, all my death crimes.
Till then question me all you what I don’t care,
No how many times.
Subliminal messages they all give to thee
Telling me to reveal to their family
All the things they said to me.
Out there mouths the tales are told
After the casketing the letter X
With their arms I do fold.
Penning these words a gift I have been given
I write for the dead and I write for the still living.
Many a story, many a tale
Before it is to late there’s a special one
That I need to write that is in brail.
It’s time to lock your music box now
Locking you in forever your helping me on my quest
I hope to see you again someday soon
Till then have a good rest.
In the morgues basement, I found you hiding
Compassionate feelings overcoming, in your favor they are dividing.
After holding your remains in that tin can
I came up with an idea I devised a master plan.
Body 2 Bones will be my informative speech in my class
They don’t know it yet out your urn, the bag all around, I will pass.
Some will be scared, and many jaws will drop to the floor
But I know, there will be a few that will be begging to see some more.
Thirty eight years in there trapped you did stay
Rubbing the side I then saw you, a genie inside I saw emerged
Out you came and now it’s time to play.
Asking me now to give a breath of fresh air
I opened your bag, I ran my fingers through
With wide opened eyes I did stare.
I kept you ten nights on my maple night stand
I did some digging and I learned, you came from a different land.
Having to now put you back, I’m fighting with all my might
Back into the darkness, darker then the night
You won’t rest, till your family comes to claim
Someday they will come.
till then don’t give up the fight.
Haunting voices now have you forever stuck in a trance
Telling you that today is the day, you can do it, just take a chance.
Uncontrollable impulses and feelings you cannot tame
You don’t know it yet, but when you’re done
You’ll have many to claim and 06351 will never forget your name.
You fought it hard, and all your known life
Today you did it; you took madam murder as your wife.
An intimate secret your keeping locked deep inside your head
Before the night is over, you’ll be washing off all the blood before you go to bed.
He's now spreading there legs wide and making them scream
As he's stealing there innocence, I bet he whispered in there ears let me in for this is not a dream.
Something’s not settling very well, six more now have been found bringing his count now to eight
With road blocks and check points all around he knows why he can tell.
Acting like nothing has ever happened he’s in his house
Pacing back and forth he’s trying to be, quiet as a mouse.
Buying the paper and watching the nightly news
He’s looking for signals, he’s looking for signs
He wants to know, do the police have any clues.
Injecting himself trying to help mislead the investigator’s at the police station
Now he finds himself, the number one suspect in the investigation.
Adamant at steering them in the wrong direction
If he left it alone he would have got away with it all and with complete perfection.
Six consecutive life sentences he won’t finish he did receive
Cause he has a date with the needle while the families still grieve.
shortly after witnessing his execution and for the day for him to pay for what he had done
One of the victim’s fathers walked into his back yard
And blew is chest apart and wide open with his shotgun.
Collecting specimen trophies inside vintage blue mason jars
They’ll never know because I’m a master at concealing all the scars.
Hoarding bits and pieces here and there
In a zip lock bag you’ll find locks of their hair.
They say some steal diamonds and some steal gold
As for me, hey, I take frozen slices of their flesh when there cold.
I have no heart, I have no soul
I have no morals and I love being ever so bold.
Looking down the lens with thine eye
Sandwiched between two panes of glass and peeking with this scope
What a wonderful privilege only the chosen ones can see
Why do I have this sneaky suspicion that you all are watching me?
Hungering for the frigid rigor touch of death
And till you catch me in the act
I’m on a nightly prowl to also steal,
your last breath!
Thanks all my readers
You are all the reason why
I write death creepers :)
O' King, O' King
O' when can we sing?
The words of independence, the words of our joy?
You tax us harshly, for your own gain,
And we are the people who suffer in the pain.
You stand there looking ever so bold,
Wearing all that fancy glitter and gold.
That's all fine by me, because I am willing to fight, fight to be free!
"Look there people!" There's a place to the west, I can see in the distance,
are you willing to brave the trip, for hopes to live life to it's best?
(Curt A. Rivard Sr. 07-04-2003)
The Lord is my Shepherd and now I have not a single need
An infinite given gift given to me for everything that I ever did was a good deed.
So warm the beautiful glow upon my new complexion
As I walked into his crimson fortress I can see all his creations
And they were done to complete perfection.
Following the beams as they all converged into one and another
There showing me the way to my new home
Please mourn and weep no more because I am not alone
In my left hand I hold my father’s hand and in the right is my mother.
Walking hand in hand in this heavenly bliss I am again with the ones I did miss
With all the wonderful things that are up here to do,
Always know that I am looking down upon you.
When you see not a cloud in the sky and you feel the rush of wind come upon you
Fear not for it is me wrapping my arms all around you.
Until we can meet once again, rejoice in knowing that I now sit and eat at the Lords table
And at night he rocks me to sleep in his pure white arms
As if I’m his new born baby in his loving cradle.