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
(SirCARSr 5-20-13)

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.
(SirCARSr 5-17-13)

I see your left lobe

Grab the handle push it in

Your aspirated.

(SirCARSr. 5-7-13)

Speak Nothing

Wire up the tool
Shoot them into your dead gums
Twist and snip it flush.
(SirCARSr. 5-07-13)

See Nothing

Pull up the eye lid
Insert the tan eye cap quick
Medusa no more.
(SirCARSr. 5-07-13)

Hear Nothing

Sick blunt force trauma
Pack cotton inside the ears
To soak up the blood.
(SirCARSr. 5-07-13)

Yes, on your right toe

Is where the tag and string go

Cold from no blood flow.

(SirCARSr. 5-06-13)

Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages
Step right up; his dying time is now near
all his pain, all his screams, do you want to hear?
Welcome... I bid you welcome...
Welcome to my three ring ****** state of mind
inside my evil twisted thoughts you'll see I'm only a one of a kind.
There is no rush that is greater now than the shaking of a corpse's hand, telling them my name and there not getting off my table till I'm done after their hourglass had ran out of sand.
For all my life I was rocked to sleep in the cradle of a nightmare.
Tested and taunted all along the way I told you all before in my chest my heart does not stay to tell my works are original, better look for the linen paper at your funeral.
For I blended embalming fluid and powder in my dipping pens ink well and every morning I unscrew it's cap and take a deep smell, burning vapors now fill my eyes as they begin to weep rolling down my face you'll be able to tell like black magic voodoo I am under my own sick powerful spell.
Tearing your name out of the book of life I doused you with a bucket full of gasoline and told you to now run faster than the gingerbread man as I'm chasing you with a loaded flair gun. Now you’re the burned page and you can never be found.
It was a rainy night after when I put you under the sinking muddy ground so happy now that your gone my head no longer has to hurt with murdering voices in my skull that pound.
Watch me now as I show you all how it is really done
performing for you all a living embalming nightmare.
Turning up the pressure and setting the dials till a pressure pulsating flow
He can’t escape, my number one son has him tied up with strips from his prison sheet and now there shouting code blue over the intercom cause my arson freak is laughing, as he's making a mummy out of you.
Trapped in your cell he holds the key and now you have nowhere to go.
Watch me now pump his neck with liquid silver mercury
till it seeps out his eye sockets and he now no longer sees. Tickling your sponge like the Egyptians did I'm now breaking the bone and then packing your nose with cotton ***** soaked with super glue. How easy it was to do and how beautiful it felt wanting it to trickel out your ears.
Placing my nose close for the death smell it was there for I had smelt. Rigid rigor slowly setting in I can tell, thank you my old friend for the way you had felt.
Now I have to do a reverse fill because your body is holding no pressure, your veins did not swell, O' my God, it's not looking well.
Brain matters now pouring out your nostrils ever so fast and is streaking down your upper lip.
Why me I can see is on your face the answer is coming soon to you and to all your loved ones I will tell.
Shaking my hands clean and collecting it all in a jar, seven layers thick I love playing with all your skin slip :)
Feelings can’t compare, this is the best, now isn’t this fun?
The party isn’t over 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. O' don't worry there's always another day for acting like a rat, how about an attack with a baseball bat?
  When I am done for you all today
I'll prove to you that I am bullet and shatter proof cause,
I’m then going to stuff that little ballerina inside it's very own special 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 lullaby 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
Members of the audience I thank you all and you all are very welcome
look at him now just like then it was so funny looking inside and seeing no brain. look he's crying again like a baby full of trauma and getting ready to go insane trust I know, you all will never forget my name!
I must now wash away all the evidence and go fetch for you a first son for I am running madder than the craziest plague in the Bible.
You can use all the ****** lambs’ blood you can find to paint a cross over your doorway but that won't stop my sickness because I cannot stop now for this is too much fun.
Hey what can I say...
But I always do say...
Welcome to the show!

(SirCARSr 4-30-13)

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
(SirCARSr 4-25-13)

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!

(SirCARSr 4-21-12)

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

(SirCARSr 4-21-13)

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...

(SirCARSr. 4-18-13)

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.

(SirCARSr. 4-4-13)

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

(SirCARSr. 3-23-13)

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.
(SirCARSr 3-21-13)

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.
(SirCARSr. 3-19-13)

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.
AMEN

(SirCARSr. 3-12-13)

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 **** 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 grave.
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.
 (SirCARSr. 3-2-2013)

The...
wheels on the hearse go round and round
Round and round, round and round
The...
wheels on the hearse go round and round
All through YOUR town while,
Heading to the cemetery ground.

Now that you all know how the song goes all you POETS,
Lets all sing it together now and wake up the dead
I'll be listening ;)

(SirCARSr (2-9-13)

Slowly changing the scalpels blade while peering down at your neck
A number four stainless steel handle is now gripped in my claw
Racing thoughts of how it will feel now rush through my mind
Circling around high in the sky, I’m looking hard and hard I inspect.

I hungered for this day and it seemed I waited for it O’ so long
It will surely be different, and I bet it’s only a one of a kind
So clean the cut, it has to be, no mistakes will they ever see
I saw it done many times now, my mentor taught me well
Regurgitated one last time he then nudged me out the nest
It’s now my first time and believe me, he always puts me to the test.

With my hand held up high I swoop down like an eagle on the attack
When calling hours come I’ll prove to you I’ll get an A for my grade
You only get one chance, I can’t afford to fail, and I’m not staying back.

Friends now gather around and the mourners they all weep
As you laid there in your music box…
I heard someone say…
That she looks, peacefully asleep

(SirCARSr. 1-28-13)

Forgive me if I don't get these words just right
I'm having another battle and I know....
I will win also this fight!
Saw today a mentor and my elementary school teacher
Days before I had the turn in of my own
I had the pleasure to read.... his, very own
Obit’s written before our time GOD
O' how I wish I could show you...
Maybe before a failure but look now
I'm now holding above grade averages :)
Looking you over for the very first time
How different you all look on the prep room table
Saw it so many times now
Your bracelet gave it away and your name was on the tag
Trust me please you will be very well taken care of
I knew you before, and all will be just fine
I promise to pray for you and I hope someday....
We will meet again....
Sometime!
(CARSr. 1-23-13)

A silk and cotton stuffed pillow is now on my bed,
I use it at night to rest my tired and weary head.
How strange it feels lying awake upon it,
Inner laced fingers on my chest, hand on heart,
And then, my all-time favorite…
I fold my arms into the shape of the letter X.
I fantasize I am dead every night and I do it for just a bit,
The only part I do not like is…
Is when I fall asleep in the middle of doing it.
Fluffing it here and fluffing it there,
I try and give it much respect
Rapid eye movement sleeping eyes do detect
Daily nightmare’s approaching and one’s that just don’t care
Forever now on my mattress you will find it there….

(SirCARSr. 1-14-13)

Cold are your vial words sharp is your tongue
causing pain like winter wind your words tear
all of your torminting words all have stung
Blinding are your lies like snow I can not bare
your meare presence sends a chill down my spine
cruel your words bitting like FROSTBITE burns
your words cover my heart like cold white rime
you can be sweet but then your sweetness turns
your heart must be as cold as the north pole
sharp are your keen words that make me shiver
your winter cold words nip at my soul
your fridged stair makes me quiver
why are you full of hattred and sadness
Do all of your thoughts run on MADNESS?

P.L.M (12-14-92)






English Period: F (12-14-92)
A prized piece I've personaly been given over 20 years ago!!!
P.S we're still joined as one!!!!

Yes it's true, our love is so very young
still though, my body longers for you near.
For Cupid has shot his quiver arrow and has stung.
I fear I have feelings, I just can not bear.
My heart , still dallies with my innocencence
Yet, so I wish to still lose my Virginaty
My mouth just will not give concent
no concent, cause of immaturity?
Even though I just cann't give my concent,
For sure, my young heart would be in pure bliss
though I still long to lose my innocences,
from the start, I've wanted more than a kiss
my innocence override my passion,
love nor *** shat ruin my purity.

P.L.M (12-14-92)


P.L.M
English Period: F (12-14-92)
Placed upon my pillow on 12-15-92 and still to this day we are still joined as one!

Anubis the ruler of the underworld carries vast ancient fame
And today, I’m his next opponent in his weighing game.
Lying spine to spine his prep room table was cold,
made out of a lion's carcass it was formed from pure gold.
I’m in his arena and with a sold out crowd, they are all the God’s, its judgments day for me
I know all the rules; I know how to play and what it is that is expected of thee.
He makes his way into the lecture hall standing so rigid and ever so tall
Scale in one hand, his pure gold scepter staff in the other
Helping him walk so he don't fall because he then would have to drop to all fours and then crawl
Hearing his heavy breathing coming all the more closer
We now meet face to face I’m not afraid I am content in his place
Confident he looks to his audience to the left and to the right
To the balcony he then looks next and then to me suddenly with a death fright
For upon my lifeless body he saw a chain bearing charms in the shape of an urn
Fifty molded in sterling, representing all my subject’s I had to embalm while earning my intern
All around my chain they hung forever I carried them like they were my gang.
Cold wet pressing snout I feel it on my neck looking for my major one he can’t find it, what the heck
The Jackals’ ear is now on my chest he’s not given up just yet for he is no one’s pet
When were are done today he will lick my hands wag his tail and be mine forever, I will bet
No pounding sounds of my drum, he takes his scepter to open my mouth
Then sees verses and powerful words writing on my tongue
Able to speak, breath and eat I offer him everything I learned as a treat
Murmuring and shouting from the belly of Ammit they shout in rage
“Weigh his heart and do your part, you done it to all of us and right from the start”
Under duress he had no choice, then came the cutting open of my chest and out the opening he heard a voice
Eyes were amazed and his canine senses were all in disarray because in my body my heart did not stay
Paws went digging in like looking for his buried bone suddenly he had a much different tone
Because the only thing he found in me was a feather and now he’s wishing he had left me alone
Have no fear; I am just the same, I am here to help avenge that’s how my heart turned into a feather
Because I write with passion I write with respect and I write for the ones you had already met
Upon the scale it is weighed and lighter than thou, this can’t be right he now thinks somehow
A riddle is then placed upon me before forever death is on my lips asking my just how?
I answered him and told him that when I write, I write with a feather, I write from the heart
And in my ink well I put a drop of embalming fluid so forever my words would be preserved
For all the one’s I had already served.
No need for a recalibration I won and then I was then welcomed to a grand celebration.
Given eternal passage to my afterlife he quickly asked me for my parting autograph, and in return he gave me his golden scepter staff!

I WILL RETURN!!!!!!

(SirCARSr 12-12-12)

(Scene 1)

Everything was all in slow motion after getting the call
Preparing myself for what it is I will witness next
Suddenly I find myself slowing my walk to a crawl.
I read it over and over through the graphic text
Precised detailed instructions with vivid accounts
Chapter nineteen was written in words that were perplexed.
In the protective cushion of my mind
A hidden secret that is buried deep starts to come alive
Am I awake or am I am asleep?
So confused for I'm beginning to think,
When I dream is it real and when I'm awake is it a dream?
I now feel something starting to trickle and secrete inside me
In the base of my skull I feel the pain.
A pine cone shaped gland is now convulsing and quivering
It causes me to dream at night and it always showed me the truth
It gave upon me the gift of prophesy
and all the answers to life's many mysteries
also in my transformation it turned me into a clever soothsayer.
Why me, why was I plagued?
I know it will happen for the last time in my life
A pleasant and peaceful journey it will take me
As soon as I give up the fight and race through the dark tunnel heading to the light.
An imaginary horror movie now begins to play
Given me visions of what I will see before the end of the day.
I know where I am going; I know what I am going to pick up
Yes I have a clue on just what I am getting into.
A dog whistles sound I hear the constant ringing in my ears
I always see the vapors around my face
Drifting like smoke in my peripheral sight I see them all dance.
I'm I hearing voices in my head or am I going insane?
In an instant blink I am catapulted into a cold room
Thirty nine bags deep in there frozen slumber they laid
No matching numbers with tags could be found
Through another set of double doors I enter
Exposing another four all sprawled out on silver tables.
My eyes now become fixed on the bizarre hollow sight
Of the one's with the harvest of their spongy matter.
Absorbing all the sights and smells
I now found what I came looking for
In a rush to see what’s in my grab bag
I race now to get him out the door
and to stop stepping on with my new shoes,
All the blood that is upon the floor.

To be continued.......

(SirCARSr. 10-24-12)