I remember dating a 19 year old,
when I was 32 years experienced,
She came across still as a child
but bull of beans as a tornado wild.

Her body may had been perfect,
but felt like one of the wicked,
A problem did occur to me
the lack of such life experience.

The pillow talk made me feel guilty,
I'll never be one of God's saintly.
The attraction was only physical
I made a call to get her home safely.

She may have been perfect,
but at that age,
a Child's guarantee is worth it.
Leave her and just take a hit......

Though she was of age,
I still linger in the cage.

salty
tears,
I became
your demon.

I wish I could take back,
wrapped demons in back sack,
I felt ill with the words I said,
and made me feel so dead.

I can't rewind but can be present,
No need to now be hesitant.
I'm sorry for the hurt I gave you,
You are not nasty, but charisma full.

YOU JUST REMINDED ME.

Now, I will just ignore you,
like all the other girls
I never did fall in love,
it was just love of friends.

You were far too young,
but your personality sang,
What can I say to that,
it was worth more than my bats.

I fail and I fail again,
blood washes on the shore,
Ravens tear into my fresh flesh,
& I know sadly this scenario.

Is always going to be reborn,
into this madness
and the sadness
like roadside dead fawns.

Dreams are like icicles,
they melt to the flame,
summer-heat popsicles.

With our family names,
We aim to avoid blame
the heated glaring shame.

I wish I could erase the thumping,
when I go to hospital of the beats.
I get in immediately,
in a  wheel chair.
I feel sorry for the patients,
In the horrible corridors
that didn't abuse their bodies
like  it wasn't fair.
167 beats a minute,
taking my blood,
and an xray.
The pain below my heart
I can always feel with a finger,
is my liver that's being destroyed.

I hope it will be soon.
I never wanted to live
past the age of fifty.
I will and I will refuse
A new liver to survive.

I just want out of here.
This world was built of fear,
but I feel nothing but for the children,
who will have to live like hens.

And who knows but I know.
and it ******* kills me.

She dances around the apple tree,
as Adam watches her innocent beauty
Naked-ness but with no seduction
They are both free from a shameful tease.

There's an apple that she can't resist,
The temptation of such the delicious
She decides no harm to take a bite,
And when she does comes the blight.

Sin is born and their bodies become shameful,
They cover themselves with leaves and trigs.
And seduction is born to lust as born to passion
And their bodies become sinful as the rain drips.

The wetness of Eve's lovely skin and her hair,
and green eyes is more than Adam can bare.
Such beauty and the virtue of this ******
He wishes as before his eyes couldn't see.

The overcoat,
ciggie from my mouth,
and then the arrival,
of all of your goons.

The bodies dumped,
the old and the youth.
Their skills of survival,
lead them to their doom.

I was packing a 44
from a tour of war
I'm hired as a mercenary
and took out your army.

Now, I don't ****
women or children.
but a decent bill
can turn me double agent.

I work for money bills,
against your horse's will
I don't miss in a crossfire
and I will jump barb-wire.

Hire me more of the dough,
to go up against your foes,
You are all gangsters in my dead eyes,
Fly me the green and your enemies will fly.

An individual and his friends here,
thinks I'm someone that they know
I just wish to post my poetry out of fear,
You are abusing the system with a glow
Talk to me as I am still right here,
I'm South Korean and feel you hate Asians
You have flagged 5 of my poetry pieces
That have been popular with the regulars here.

I wish I could just play,
the emotions I feel
that are on display
I've always been this way.

Bumping,
peeling
orange peel
I sat until I apologized,
3 times in kindergarten.
Her head was throbbing,
but I didn't meant it
but still, I could see the pain,
just before it rained,
I apologized the third time.

And yet, I didn't learn the lesson,
when I had a heavy drinking session,
I said the worse to a 12 year old girl,
when she attacked and mocked my world.

You should never verbally abuse
a 12 year old kid, no excuse.
I felt so sick the next day,
but my  poison still remained

I'm now free of the abuse,
trying hard to resist,
the drugs that I am on
Gives me poetry to persist,
but I still stand accused
Can't feel any bliss
Not worthy of God's son.
Though no more alcoholism,
I will wind up walking dead,
or hurting those, I love everyone.

I did underground fighting in my twenties.
I wasn't one for fists but two machetes.
The rules were you could only slice,
without damage such as their eyes.
Stabbing was out-lawed as blood would fly.

I could somersault and twirl around,
I would tire opponents that were bound.
The rule was just one slice for the victor,
I took it easy on the losers with a tiny finger
simply, a little bit sliced not needing stiches.

I only did it for the money and my demons
but truthfully not the blood was my intention
Just the fame and a win with just one slice
They called me The Machine, kinda nice.

Someone once said to me, to live forever,
You have to be a warrior or a writer.

I'm poisoned,
under-neath,
a derelict,
bridge,
of breaths
wishing
for death.
A feast
No crest,
Another body
Timelessly,
endlessly.
How to be happy,
Only the fingers,
can erase my frown,
as I take to being
so drowned.

What I'll do to take away,
the last 6 months of my life.
Was I born a beast astray,
A bird without flight?
I'm sick of darkened days
the bloodied of the knife.
I wish it had been my holiday
forever a ghost to future ways.
I'm a demon to all the rife,
I'm not proud of things I say.
I can no longer even cry,
I have become one who slays.
My hands of red I don't like.

Forgive me, oh father,
I have just killed a man,
and I don't feel bothered
and emotions don't run.

Am I psychotic
with blood thirst?
Or a realist
simply dealing the hurt?

My contracts can run hot
with a challenge to my eyes,
I have scars where I've been shot,
but I fire back with no cries.

Blood frenzy, oh father,
A demon is within,
An omen to my mother,
Confessing my sins.

I swing past in circles
dodging the bullet hell,
and sneak behind a pillar,
This room won't be my cell.

I use a small mirror to see my foes,
and rapidly take them out,
One piercing bullet bursts a nose
I quickly take out the others about.

Try sneaking on this professional,
my twisting flows are like ballet,
spinning round with an after-glow
Blood flows like mayo in my salad.

These idiot mafia fiends
are drinking in the playground,
Great role models the kids see,
as they see them fondly find
the **** little thing called a car key.

I wait patiently
under an oak tree,
They finally move on.
I'm thinking
of a future son,
with my girlfriend.

Getting out,
is not so easily.
They'll give me,
an impossible mission.

I follow them about 1000 meters
and then I stand patiently,
and head pop all these creatures,
who mean nothing to me.

Its the impossible mission
to be with my girl-friend,
I have have to totally
wipe out the other family.

I arrive at the mansion,
there are at least 30 guards,
I see a window that is open,
I'm guessing opened by a child
who wanted the fresh breeze.

I  silently pop four arriving guards,
and lift up this window
A little girl is reading dis-armed
She's been called for dinner.

I tell her that I won't hurt her
just go to the family room,
My vision is becoming a blur
The red blood from a broom.

I arrive with the daughter,
the head boss stops slurping
all of his lasagna

He knows who I am,
He murdered my family
He pleas for his kids,
I'm not here for your lambs.

I would have killed him there,
but how can I in front of a family,
I made a deal with this man,
Protect my girlfriend
and you will never have to run.

Sometimes, you have to keep your enemies
close and make a cold deal not so easily.

The doctor doesn't feel sorry,
and I admit neither do I.
I'm taking up a bed
for torturous threads,
and I'm trying to die,
while those in waiting
feel so much hurting.
He tells me of my liver,
News I wanted him to deliver,
This world is black and dead.
I will refuse another liver,
and my grief has not been said.
As I create and lay in my bed,
This world is purple poison
and my blades are still pouring
with enemies I have long bled.
But no joy or such happiness.
It makes me sick of who I became,
And the sickness has ruined my name,
and madness created my wicked game.

God, I know enough that you love me,
but my wicked-ness, will never save me.
I've been the chaos and the storm,
Its too late to save and be reborn.
I've hurt the young and vulnerable,
I have no love that is salvable.
I never laid a hand on a child
But I did release the hale,
and verbally rocked the cradle.
It made me sick to my stomach,
There's nothing worse than this.
I honestly can barely sleep
until my brother of my keep
can get me diazepam pills,
They destroy all my hills
and numb this nasty will.