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.....)
The Lord is my Shepard 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.
The smoke signals are rising higher and higher
Spelling out the truth after you had lit the fire
your spirit now soars above the funeral pyre
And In a matter of split seconds you’ll be living out all your heart’s desire.
Looking for why screams fill the night and how the madness steals the light
Because when you close your eyes your seeing floating smiling skulls and with no death fright
No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, you know you have seen them all before
Faces in morgue room when they were gone asking them why did they not put up a fight and decide to go into the light?
Was I marked before and just didn’t know it then? But it’s now seen on my right hand
I’m an aimlessly wondering nomad who can see everything I even see the Promised Land
Standing looking deep inside, holding a mirror to a mirror forever I will walk that pathway
A path I know I can control with the slightest turn of my hands and I can never look behind
When the smoke came billowing out I felt that I now have a new passion for life and that’s now where I want to always stay.
A secret hiding in the jungle rainforest is buried deep away from the sun’s rays, it’s under the dirt
Put negative thoughts aside, your life is not broken and you’re not going to lose your mind
Focus on what you really want and know your only a one of a kind, trust me, believe me, it won’t hurt.
A foul smell is in the air, a pungent taste is on your tongue, crystals are forming inside the glass as you chase the holy smoke
Never felt this way ever before, so fast it rushed up apon me I closed my eyes tight but why can I still see?
Now I know another one of his magic tricks and also how he made the blind once again see
Prisms of colors in a kaleidoscope, laser precision lines atop of pyramids
The truth to what Stonehenge really is, the asteroid belt being formed right before me
Eater island being nothing more than just the people who were turned to salt for looking back
It gave upon me the gift of prophesy, the answer to Samson’s riddle and also showed myself being conceived what more will it show me?
The greatest euphoria I now have felt to date, it’s in my system, it’s in me, its in you, is my brain having another overload dumping or
am I having a DMT hallucination?
Please someone hurry and please tell me.
The Lord is my shepherd he knows what I want
Because I ask him every morning and I ask him every night
He knows I don’t ask for too much and he gives it all in return
After I receive and see the conformation, it’s once again my turn
To prove I can be humble and to prove I can still be one of his chosen one's
Blessing me with a sacred gift, a special one I can never abuse, and the best is,
He lets me filter out the burning rays so I can see right through the sun
Exposing to me a tiny hole in the sky and a bright light flickering on the other side
Many a time my hair stands on its end and I can feel it from head to toe
A light bulb it is for I was told giving fuzzy felling’s it’s all warm when it starts to glow
A mere child I once used to be, watch what it is next now that it is to become of thee
Given me chances I know the risk that is at hand setting up to be a failure is not my plan
There is nothing that I cannot do because I follow all my dreams
and all my visions like they are a perfect blue print plan that has been layed out before me.
I wish I were a Pharaoh, and you were my Queen
So we then can live in a pyramid together when we pass on.
When our bodies lie stretched out in sleep,
Upon the walls is sketched-
The last appointment our patient souls must keep.
Like mummies that have been wrapped ever so tight
I wish we would never be disturbed
Not even by a single ray or a beam of light
Plunder my tomb and you better be ready for a death fight
I am a mad man genius and my madness goes long into the night
I’d also be sure that the hieroglyphics’ would say
That we would be wrapped tightly together,
And all our worldly possessions be left behind to our children
For the only thing we would need in the afterlife is…
Revealing secrets to me from the lessons I have learned all along the way
I ask for wisdom, knowledge, and an answer to life’s many mysteries when I pray.
I harbor no animosity sad or happy and it’s true, but I am jealous of the dead
Remembering all their mortal faces they took with them forever now fill my head
Wishing and wanting to join them every day is one of the reason’s I am still alive
For without that single one insanely crazy desire there is no way I can strive
Gaining momentum this ball keeps rolling and rolling and faster and faster
Breaking barriers like never before it’s a good thing because I’m now full of laughter
Felling the greedy power now from the opposition at an all-time high
I Came out of the gutter but I’m going to the top I tell you all and that’s no lie
Seeing things happening before they do what is going on with me?
Picking up the pieces I’m building my life’s puzzle I can see it, it’s a key
De ’ja’ vu I’m always stuck in it and I hold the strength of the sixth sense
Speaking the same words before you can get them out, trust it’s no coincidence
Unlocking doors one by one and rewarded each time GOD this is so much fun
Someday I will look back on my life and be so proud at what I had done
Stunned and she’s hanging by her tail
Delivering a treat to eat like a piece of mail
Winding up like a spring coiled up inside
Frozen with fright for she can’t hide
In the Garden of Eden that is where she lied
She can’t escape now because there is nowhere to hide
Snatching out my hand with the quickness
Only I can watch no one else can ever witness
If you could see you wouldn’t want to miss
Squeezing the living life out as if the dark reaper
All the sight to me is a given keeper
Once the last stretch is now near
Like closing the lid on your casket your time is now hear
Inside you are now trapped and with no escape
This is your final doom this is your fate
You can’t escape because it’s your death date.
I see your left lobe
Grab the handle push it in
Wire up the tool
Shoot them into your dead gums
Twist and snip it flush.
Pull up the eye lid
Insert the tan eye cap quick
Medusa no more.
Sick blunt force trauma
Pack cotton inside the ears
To soak up the blood.
Yes, on your right toe
Is where the tag and string go
Cold from no blood flow.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and girls
Step right up; his dying time is now near
All his pain, all his screams, do you want to hear?
Watch me as I show you how it is really done
Performing for you all a living embalming nightmare
Turning up the pressure and setting the dials till a pulsating flow
He can’t escape, my freaks tied him up and he’s got nowhere to go
Watch me now pump his neck with liquid silver mercury
Till it seeps out his eyes and he now no longer sees
Feelings can’t compare, this is the best now isn’t this fun
The party isn’t over just yet for I have only just begun
He as a glock three eighty not only did he dress but he also shot it like an old lady
when I am done for you all today
I'll prove to you that I am bullet proof cause,
I’m then going to stuff him inside a music box
Peeking and peering through the caskets keyhole
I can see he’s scratching and tearing at the coffins lid
Believing rumors that you have heard, come on for real, are you a kid?
Whispering to you a sweet death goodbye its ok you now can start to cry
It’s too bad now I gave you a chance, you can beg, you can plead but I now must dip my pen and write this poem with your blood as your body now begins to bleed
Tears won’t work no matter how hard you try
This is what you get for believing someone’s lie
isn't it such a shame I did your wife and I don't even have to try
Members of the audience I thank you all and you are very welcome
I must wash away all the evidence and go fetch for you his first son because I can not stop for it is to much fun.
And I say...
Welcome to the show!
Gazing with both eyes geared to the day time sky
Written in cosmic dust made from raw diamonds
My blueprint plans are up there rolled out before me
Revealing a path I must follow with dangers that await me
Snatching pieces to the puzzle all along my journey
Shuffling with my hands I put them in the right place
I see a picture slowly start to come into my site
It’s always like a faerie tale everything that I do
Come gather around and cast upon me all your pain
A subject that has been injected into their world
I see nothing like ever before and there giving me a treat
Bit by bit they add more looking for a breaking point
Never will they find it for I get stronger everyday
More and more
Living now only on prior imagery I summon them up from their bed
Visions of how they looked to me when they were dead
Thinking of how they must now look their filling my head.
Waiting for the day when I can make my life complete
Exhuming his bones I want the bag back that I put at his feet
Inside you will find trinkets, pictures and also a devil’s treat.
Opening your casket because you’re inside and I want to see
Giving you a fresh breath of air like the times I refilled your A/C
The crypt keeper they say I was dog dollar and you Richie Rich to me.
I remember the song when I was told you died at 45 years of age
To the hospital drinking in the back seat I’m angry and need to rage
Turn up the volume please so I can hear Bob Segar’s Turn The Page.
If I knew then just what it is I know now you brother would be proud
Keeping you alive I tell everyone about you I say it clear and I say loud
I love blending in public places like a chameleon I hide in the crowd.
Happy Birthday, Rest in Peace, See you Soon!
Dusty, tattered and some pages are torn
Reading their names and how old they all were
I can see babies died, on the day, they were born
Reveling information on a grand scale
Thousands of names and all age’s as well
Written in proper grammar words
Adding their names to this book after they fell
Out on the hunt the book dates back to World War I
I’m in the cemetery’s looking for a matching stone
This is the best, when I find one it becomes fun
You all look the same, the rich and the poor,
Lying upon the morgue room table
After you came through the back door
Today is "Poem In Your Pocket" day,
Did you read one to a stranger, or two or more, today?
in your covering pocket it should have been
tell them everything today what you did pen.
Reading to everyone along my path everyday
forever in my pocket my favorite poem doth stay
dunking my dipping pen in embalming fluid
cause I dream dreams that are lucid...
How happy is my aching heart,
Weeping tears of joy,
Together like always, you are again joined,
Remembering as one, and to never now be apart
Blissful memories, I will keep ahold…
All of them I can touch like the beginning,
And right from the start.
From up above your watchful eyes
Looking down to the earth, I can feel
Your protection, I felt it always…
And I felt it from, since my birth.
When I’m done with the master’s plan
Into his crimson fortress
I will also ascend…
So then together forever,
We will always hold,
In our hands,
All the stories, you have told.
Today’s key stroke painted tale started a few short days ago
When his father found him on the bathroom floor and with no blood flow
Why are your lips blue and why is that belt again wrapped around your arm?
O’ My God son, look at what you now have really done
You just got out of jail days ago, I been all alone and it wasn’t fun
You promised me you would clean up and stop all that body harm
You’re gone now and with no return, who’s going to help me now run the farm?
An old street friend years ago, he was someone very well, I used to also know
I had to give up that life because I have a much better place I now want to go
Earlier today before I got done slowly processing you, my second ever autopsy case
I vowed to your father, he made me promise and say I would bring you back home safe
And to your brother I’d play all your favorite songs at the start on the ride back
You are now back in your town and inside the best ever made Funeral Parlor
I unzipped your bag so I could see you one last time; I was the last to ever see your face
I then put a letter in your hand so you can take it with you forever into space
Last night after I talked with your Dad and Lil’ J all about your stories
While sipping on Don Julio Tequila I also sniped and saved till today,
And in your other hand you also hold, a piece of the family cactus a rare peddled flower
Slated plan Monday morning is, I’m taking you to your next process
After that, because you were a surfer in CA. growing up as a kid, Lil’ J
Is flying back with your ashes in his arms and then strapping you down onto
Like a surfboard he's helping let you ride the waves in the Pacific Ocean
And that is what you will be doing forever and ever more,
As you always requested, your special never ending moving motion.
R.I.P M S, 2013
Dear Hello Poetry Poets World Wide,
From the bottom of my heart
That is where all my poems start.
To all of my every poem reader
I hope you enjoy all my tales
Cause if you see what I see
You all then would become a believer.
P.S. Don't forget about poem in your pocket day:)
A mighty power only the special chosen ever get to hold
A treasure trove of riches, I knew it was something strange
I’ve been blessed with a gift it cannot be bought or ever sold
Harnessing its awesome power I forever now will ever change
In the morgue room I hear all there cold escaping death whispers
When I am in there all alone, I hear creeks and sometimes a squeak
Seeing ghosts I can touch, they all trust me or I would never get a peek
I close my eyes before I sleep then see many faces and without their flesh
All my life I always been an avid dreamer and now I dream of living death
A reoccurring nightmare I often have is, I’m choking and losing all my breath
Every time we get a new guest in the funeral palor they always love talking to me
Reveling there secrets to me, lessons of knowledge along with all there gained wisdom
Helping me solve all the riddles, telling me constalations will slay at my instant command
From the mouths of the dead there tales they are told blessing me now with the power I behold.
Upon his donkey he’s on his final farewell tour
He knows inside that there all getting one last good look
Spectators are gathered and crowding both sides of his path
Covering the ground there laying palm leaves at his feet
Because he loved the lame and he loved the poor.
My heart was aching and I was desperate for so many answers
It was tucked away for twelve years and collecting dust
I knew right where it always was but thought I was stronger
Please forgive me maker; I’m so sorry for putting it into hiding
Holding it every day now, I read from it so it will never rust.
On this same very day last year, a day I will never forget
I was sitting, I closed my eyes, and I randomly opened it up
Highlighted paragraphs then caught my blurry burning eyes
After I prayed and cried begging to hear no more lies
Inside I saw it all covered in yellow, it is my life saving story.
It was in the book of Judges the story about Samson to be exact
Not being able to answer the riddle, they then went out on the attack
Hiding in clusters under the leaves shaped like feathers
Look to the top of the tree is what the answer is,
My youngest son Joshua said to me.
You drew my sights to show me your wonderful power
Thank you for helping me take a look,
Because in a split second I fell in love
For you gave me Samson’s strength to open up,
My beautiful, five letter book.
In my pursuit of a higher education
I am now starting to study the process of human decomposition
And how strange we all rot away like road kill and plant vegetation.
I see the word Casper and my memory takes me back to when I was a child
Remembering he was a sad and lonely invisible cartoon character.
I am now reading it is a proven scientific law, that after you pass
And you give up your ghost, your body then becomes
A breeding ground and you are the decaying host.
Trying to hide the evidence you’re now digging a shallow grave
Don’t do that because it takes eight times longer
Thinking about submerging in water? Yes, it’s a little quicker
But if someone did you seriously wrong and unfair
The quickest way to decompose them is,
Just leave them hiding under some brush and in the summer open air
So then the flies, insects and bee's’ can make a home in their hair.
Sir Isaac Newton told the world how gravity should behave
And now a modern man proved it is no longer so
I can see now, Newton is raging hard and deep inside his grave.
I have not a single fear the only thing that scares me is,
I know without any doubt now that I am insanely brave
Trust me I’ll drag your corpse also and hide it in my make shift cave.
I’m out on a night prowl to change Casper’s law
And prove to you all that it was really only just a theory
Reading books about death gives me a thrill,
Better pray and hope I don’t someday become terminally ill
Everything I do stems from my madness and with it,
Premeditated thoughts and also a great conspiracy.