It's time to shake our money makers
and see if we find any takers
i'm telling you, we're real heartbreakers
we were born to be *** shakers

don't look past my body and face
that would be a total waste
we really know a woman's place
just another wasted case

don't talk to us about intellect
that's a concept that we reject
we let our looks and sensuality reflect
our total mindless neglect

I turn my heart to stone
the stone tears through the paper heart
you will never cover me
so now we must be apart

Thanks for hiring me
i was the man for the job
i knew i would love it
when my hand touched the ****

my art is demolition
my little wrecking ball
smashing empty buildings
how i love to watch them fall

thanks for hiring me
i didn't let you down
i turned their city
to nothing but ground

I am keeping these journals just in case something may happen to me someday. I want the world to know of my work. I want them to understand me.


How can they ever find my name out, when i don't even know my own name? In fact, in the oldest memories that I have of myself, I was just like this...nameless. That has to be at least 40 years ago. It is only in the last 2 years, that I have been killing though. I fought the urge for so long. One day it hit me like a ton of bricks why I am here. To punish the unrighteous ones. That means almost everyone...

Don't ask me how I know which ones to punish, because I just know. Children, for example, will never be punished and by children, I mean 18 and under. This leads to a dilemma of course...since they still want to **** me...

I get a feeling, and I know it's God telling me. I know it has to be God because I know nothing of evil. I have dedicated my life to God, and I have never so much as touched drugs or liquor. I have never even watched television. I had always tried to help people, then God told me that I wasn't helping. He told me that they weren't like me. He told me of all the evil in their hearts, and in their homes. When I get close enough to someone, I can sense their life, their intentions. God has truly blessed me...

I rarely ever have any remorse for torturing and killing people. They have it coming to them, mostly. I say mostly because sometimes I do feel like such suffering and then death is too harsh of a punishment for sins like gluttony, or sloth. I mean, I can't go around killing people just because they are fat, or they sit around a lot. Some people have problems and I always try to consider that. The only reason that I **** so many overweight people and people on welfare is that they are easier to get to. I have found that low income housing and welfare apartments are good places to do "my work". The cops just don't care about them. I also punish my share of rich people, but I have been labeled a racist and sociopath. HAHAHA! Me. A racist! Even as dark as my skin is....of course, they don't know that.

I always know as soon as I see someone whether they must die or not. I can't really explain, but it's just a feeling that I get, and it's like a movie plays in my mind. I can see their life. I can see the bad and good they do. Some people do a whole lot of good, but they still must be punished. The rules are simple. If they have broken any of the Seven Deadly Sins, they must be punished, then killed. I have seen the movie and felt the truth every single time...besides one...just once. I call her Aurora, Goddess of the Morning Dawn. That was the first time I seen her, at dawn. I never believed in a Goddess until I seen her. She has to be, because I have never seen a woman so beautiful. I have also never not gotten the movie from the Lord. I only ever really get to see her in the morning.

She leaves her apartment every night at about nine. I have followed her many times, but I have never found out where she goes. The problem is, I have my work to do. Every time I try to follow her, she walks into a pretty bad neighborhood of drugs, strip bars, and casinos. I don't make it far in those neighborhoods before my senses go crazy. I am always left to do my work, while she strolls on so beautifully. I often wonder if she does the same thing that I do. I wonder if that's why I can't sense anything from her. Maybe that's also why she goes into the same area almost every night. I wonder how many of us are here and working for God. She is special either way. I just haven't been able to figure it out exactly. I do feel like she is meant to be near me for some reason.

Eyes of the greenest dawn
a heavenly scent, sunlight spawn
to your door I am always drawn
only to find you gone

My morning mystery light
the sun rises at your sight
you make my days shine bright
but a creature of the night?

I never cared about a movie queen
big explosions or charlie sheen
a celebrity doesn't fit in my scene
and i don't care about a pregnant teen

reality tv isn't real at all
i have no time for the casting call
i won't bother to install
a cable jack in my wall

hollywood has nothing for me
i don't give a **** about MTV
my own reality is what i see
so right there is where i'll be

there's nothing on the television
televised corporate decision
deciding how your mind is driven
driving you to falsely envision
envisioning a different condition
conditioning you for their provision
providing you with another addition
adding up to your submission

Don't be walking in the dark
even in the park
you will be torn apart
and shredded!
he is like a land shark
he always hits his mark
his blade is so sharp
beheaded!
he has a beating heart
but no mercy will embark
fast as a dart
regretted
even though he is smart
death is his art
terror from the start
he's dreaded

vicious is his blade
your grave is already made
dues will be paid
no fighting
his plan is all laid
death is his trade
your life will soon fade
deciding
your blood will be sprayed
your body displayed
you have betrayed
no hiding
prepare for the raid
prayers should be prayed
your fate has been weighed
the righting

How can they ever find my name out, when i don't even know my own name? In fact, in the oldest memories that I have of myself, I was just like this...nameless. That has to be at least 40 years ago. It is only in the last 2 years, that I have been killing though. I fought the urge for so long. One day it hit me like a ton of bricks why I am here. To punish the unrighteous ones. That means almost everyone...

Don't ask me how I know which ones to punish, because I just know. Children, for example, will never be punished and by children, I mean 18 and under. This leads to a dilemma of course...since they still want to **** me...

I get a feeling, and I know it's God telling me. I know it has to be God because I know nothing of evil. I have dedicated my life to God, and I have never so much as touched drugs or liquor. I have never even watched television. I had always tried to help people, then God told me that I wasn't helping. He told me that they weren't like me. He told me of all the evil in their hearts, and in their homes. When I get close enough to someone, I can sense their life, their intentions. God has truly blessed me...

Feeling like a hopeless lost ship
shipping loneliness on a treacherous trip
tripping over the flop and flip
flipping anxiously in the white cap clip

lost and alone in the chop
chopping me up in the flip and the flop
flopping around, i feel my heart drop
dropping me back down into the slop

so much time i seem to devote
devotion to this sea that's so remote
remotely hoping to stay and float
floating around in this lonely boat

I tried to be a link in the chain
chaining myself to the drain
draining me, trying to remain
remaining to stay there in pain

it was just too hard to stay
staying free so that i can play
playing where the willows sway
swaying in the breeze all day

I never liked running with a pack
packing it up and not coming back
backing up my own plan of attack
attacking life and giving no slack

Here is my hand writing
straight from my writing hand
sometimes i am a man fighting
sometimes i am a fighting man

i will never stand under
so you must understand
it is not a hand hired
it is not a hired hand

here is my signed letter
here is my letter signed
just looking to find better
just looking for a better find

I have passed so many fails
on this path of broken trails
getting over each one
like walking on nails

i have really felt the burn
on this trail of no return
life under the gun
you live and you learn

i want to taste different fruit
on this path of no reputes
that's where i'll go
and spread out my roots

I have fallen by the wayside
everything has went sideways
who is the one who plays guide
in this place where the guide plays

it looks like overall
this place is all over
we need an overhaul
we need a haul over

if someone tries to outshine
they put the shine out
we need a new outline
to let this line out...

He fights for the freedom of us all
even though many would love to see him stall
his name is written on every wall
but you never call him until you fall

when you call him, he's right there
with his promise to always do what's fair
when he's gone you won't care
until it's time for another prayer

like a fool, he comes running again
right there to cleanse you of every sin
but after you get your new skin
once again, you kick him in the shin

The snow blowing across this here land
is the work of mother nature's hand
even though some may not understand
she has power and a natural plan

even though the frozen ground is hard
it will not leave this earth scarred
she never leaves a single thing marred
because she is always on guard

she goes through this change every year
and there's no reason for us to fear
around the corner, change will be here
don't you worry, spring is near

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when she is done with the cold
a new story will be told
a new world will soon unfold
in with the new, out with the old

It's time to hit the jackpot
so get off the *** jack
it's time to pack thought
what does your thought pack?

better hit the highway
because stakes are way high
i will never fly stray
even though i'm a stray fly

i am just a flyweight
but i'm letting the weight fly
i'm just going to try fate
and then let the fate try

I feel like an astronaut in a spacesuit
will i ever even suit space?
i find myself looking for a base root
will i ever find the root base?

i see it all on a widescreen
i see tragedy and torment screen wide
i can tell you it makes my ride mean
**** it's such a mean ride

seems like hatred is widespread
even with my arms spread wide
i find it so hard to hide dread
i just can't make my dread hide

This whole world is care-less
seems like there's less care
i wish i could be fear-less
will there ever be less fear?

This whole world is shame-less
it seems like there's less shame
who is really the blame-less
and who gets the less blame

this whole world is not crime-less
there will never be less crime
the earth is not time-less
there's less and less time

Let the words downpour
let the thoughts pour down
when you have found more
there will be more found

give yourself an outlet
a simple way to let out
don't ever doubt sweat
and never sweat doubt

you can reach the shoreline
let your words line shore
you can give them more shine
you can make them shine more

Here is a new form i am working on, and i am posting it here before anywhere. It is called a flip flop because the last two words of each line must switch places. I call this one a compound flip flop because the first line in each stanza ends with a compound word. There's also a normal flip flop. Hope you enjoy.

The delicate mystery answered like a memory
part of the scenery, i bring no purposeful injury
discovery of a unity with such a simplicity
recovery of senses lost through our history

we are all only part land, part sea
every tiny particle is part of our key
every little mouse, every giant tree
I am part of you, and you are part of me

a cultural discovery of uncovered humanity
actively prolonging the agony of mankind's vanity
what is really living passively or living savagely?
simple serenity destroyed by our brutality

Agony of the fantasy, so lazily, with no probability
the ecstasy so randomly seen with eyes of atrophy
my heart beats so rapidly for the sake of catastrophe
so i gallantly step on the travesty of the compatibility

i casually see my casualty through eyes of calamity
searching so actively for a canopy of rationality
my mind thinks abnormality is better than conformity
actuality meets versatility or circumstantial amity

thinking elaborately not organically, of reality
a tapestry so naturally put together differently
visually vivid quality is a visible consistency
no commonality,  critically crushed by normality

It's all so cut and dry
drying up the tears i cry
crying as my fear is high
higher hopes are hard to buy
buying each and every lie
lying to myself for one more try
trying everything to fly
flying downward from the sky
skies that seem to say goodbye

I have started writing a book. My ghost writing of songs hasn't picked up yet, so i have decided to jump on the zombie bandwagon. My book will not just be about zombies, but real life, with hidden metaphors and a more down to earth tone for a zombie book. Lol. It will also have some poetic type parts, with poems of hope and heartbreak. Hope it works. Please read the short sample included, and give me feedback. Thanks!
4:01 am

Will I ever sleep at night again? It's getting harder and harder to sleep in daylight too...The tunnel diggers, and the screaming of the "others". They are getting smarter and stronger. When I seen that zombie using a shovel, I nearly **** my pants. I mean, what's next? Guns? Knives? All i have now is this shack, my sanity (I think), and them. I have to protect them. She hardly even knows that I am here, but I feel like it's my duty to protect her, and her two little ones. The little boy is about nine or ten i'd say. The little girl is four and the splitting image of her mother. I have watched them for so long that I have grown attached to them. I feel like part of the family. If only they knew that. I must never tell...

I hope you try my brand new trick
tricking the mind with words so slick
slickly lining up lines that click
clicking together like a tock to a tick
ticking like a clock with a kick
kicking you with rhymes so quick

quickly flowing rhymes in time
timing is set by the design
designed by my own mind
mindless poetry is easy to find
finding a new way to connect a line
lining up words until they shine

When generic rhymes just won't suffice
pick verbal crimes or true and concise
see the lines that thrill and entice
hear the chimes and get yourself a slice

this isn't a drill, i'm still the poetic thrill
make fakes reveal that they're not real
must be ill still if you think you have the skill
you can't fulfill the deal, i'm the one who will

you will be shocked by the electric splice
you will be rocked with rhymes so precise
the hammer's cocked it's a violent vice
my aim is locked on rhymes so nice

It's about time to have your mind blown
courtesy of the refined drone
in a rhyme zone
my lines hone

i'm about to hit you with a sublime stone
you're not even in my time zone
i find clones
resigned moan

i'm the one who makes the slime known
from a velvet lined throne
the blind's shown
divine known

enough reality to make a mime groan
words from my mind's own
the sign's bone
design prone

Don't pray for me
save it for someone who believes
i'll stay for me
and blow away like the leaves

don't see for me
i will use my own two eyes
what will i see
past the words and the lies

don't hear for me
i have my own two ears
my fear for me
is different than YOUR fears

don't taste for me
i will taste it on my own
a waste for me
to be warmer than a stone

don't feel for me
save it for lack of senses
i heal for me
and i pay all the expenses

If you were broke and i had the parts needed to fix you
i would work on you both night and day
but, i am afraid the parts that i would use would mix you
and take the best parts of you away

FORESIGHT

Gotta get up off the floor right, and do more right, we need to use our foresight -- we need to do more for bright, ignore spite, we got to face this chore right -- we better reach the core plight, before night, maybe we need to have more fight -- time to explore light, open the door knight, it's time to implore flight


HINDSIGHT

You have to get your mind right, no more blind sight, we need to use our hindsight-- we need to try to shine light, combined right, we got to face this bind right -- we better reach the declined flight, combined might, maybe we need to have a kind bite -- time to remind fright, open the find right, it's time to look behind sight

Sometimes i feel the worst ache
in my heart, i feel the earth quake
what is it that makes the earth shake
what difference does this curse make

i care but it's hard to make change
for too long, we have faked change
maybe we just need to take strange
and then trade it for a great gain

most times i just say "why try"
why care what happens after i die
not like i fly high, and not like i fry
more like it's time to say bye lie

I always wanted to be a part of it, from the start of it, to get deep down in the heart of it, i only did it for the art of it, apart of it, i want to be the dart of it
i always had a heart that was passionate, that's how they fashioned it, i have skill and i know how to ration it, i'm stashin it until it's time for cashin it
i always wanted to be articulate, intricately magnificent, like king of the syndicate, i always tried to go fist to fist with it, trying to be a significant participant
in shape and i never pull a ligament because i implement infinite, inventive to invent it, i just sent it to the senate, admit it, all that and i'm hypoallergenic

Marching off to the abyss with a fallen face
to be gone forever and lost without a trace
filled with discontent felt for losing the race
tired, legs are dead, can't keep up the pace

coffins inside of a coffin, a horrendous fate
suffering, sentenced to dying at a slow rate
too proud to end the suffering, so they wait
like broken and lost angels standing at the gate

dragging feet heard through the grapevines
sifting through the same obsolete lines
sitting on top of their own last human signs
not even moving as their hope declines

Would you die for what they try for?
could you buy war if it made you lie more?
would you vie for the answer to why for?
could you fly more if there was no bye door?

would you try to change what is my view?
could you buy new if it was beside you?
would you cry too if we don't try to?
could you lie too just to get to my clue?

would you fight war if you knew why they fight for?
could you right more if you knew what was right for?
would you fight for a chance at the right door?
could you sight more if you could let your light pour?

When affection is met with rejection, the whole section of confidence is affected, introspection leads to a new direction, and the infection is seen in reflection, this correction changes your outlook's protection and your eyes meet with objection, your new perception is dissection and detection, close inspection ends up as an inflection, another deflection and another ejection, looks like another for the collection, no perfection, no hope for a connection

Defrost the cost of borders being crossed, the cross get tossed in the land of the lost, who's the boss and who's lost in the sauce, at a loss, up and down and across -- what do you choose, whose clues do you use, do you cruise beneath the news views, you choose to confuse as you choose, you choose to confuse, so you lose -- what's the name of this game the same claim to fame, the flame turns to shame and you disclaim the lame, became the blame to proclaim that came -- new turn to burn the urn of ill concern, too late to stir the churn of no return, you earn what you learn the spurn comes so stern -- you must leap to keep off the heap, don't keep sheep that you won't reap, don't sleep or weep it's steep but it's deep -- don't let the rain dampen your gain, the strain of pain can drive you insane, you catch the train to break the chain, to stake a claim, and make it to the plane, maintain  a frame in the main lane, clean up the stain left to remain

You can't get blood from a rose
but you can get blood from a nose
just one punch and it flows
just one smack and there it goes

you can't teach an old dog new tricks
but you can try, just for kicks
not even just fetching sticks
the mind that's trained, then conflicts

you can't move while in a pose
you pose well though i suppose
it's all highs and never lows
can't you see that you're froze

I hit em like a mack truck
no beeping when i back up
i never get my knack stuck
i put em on a rack yup

I watch em like a stalker
hear words from the talker
i crush the rock blocker
kid, i'm the real rocker

i blast em like a 10 gauge
on every single pen page
i'm living in a thin cage
screaming from a dim stage

i can see the resistance
words of inconsistence
i'll give you some assistance
but you can't go the distance

Walking through the fields of red
where so many humans have bled
even though the ghost's have fled
they are alive inside my head

fields where our forefathers fought
for something that couldn't be bought
i wonder how many were just caught
in the same situation that history taught

so many soldiers died in that war
i wonder what they really died for
living and dying by the sword
in the fields where blood once poured

The mad professor of slapping the lesser
the bad aggressor, facts to beat the guesser
no more oppressor, killed by the successor
the glad possessor, words against suppressor

waiting for the dormant informant to storm it
debating when to swarm and transform it
it's hard to form a new form and perform it
you never conform it's cold and you warm it

the mad magician of having rhymers wishin
the new edition, hell bent on transmission
so much ambition, with no need for permission
the new munition, made for demolition

Word technician with no inhibition
a new edition of total demolition
apparition of a bad intention
did i mention i'm the definition?

turning tradition into transition
with ammunition from bad religion
my decision to take the expedition
extradiction of a mission affliction

proposition with a new condition
no submission from competition
disposition of a mad magician
a tactician with no intermission

Close your eyes and plug your ears
get a glass and chug your fears
dispose of lies and tug your gears
no disguise as you shrug your tears

believe no other, but believe yourself
deceive and smother, relieve yourself
leave no other to conceive yourself
leave another, to achieve yourself

let what you know go and think about
i bet you know no link to shout
just to get to make a stink about
just never let you sink in doubt

How can he be so cocky, fight like rocky
talking in morse code, like a walkie talkie
how can he be so cold, like an ice cube to hold
so bold like a robot that can't be controlled

how can he be so sarcastic, ******* spastic
no fantastic antics seen in plastic
won't bend and won't stretch like elastic
doing flips like a drastic gymnastic

possessed with true ability, like a runners agility
but no flexibility when it comes to futility
a never seen utility with no docility
showing capability, breaking through the fragility

It's ok, go ahead and be a hater
hate on me, i'll see you later
lately i have been a debater
debating with the one creator

creating a brand new being
be aware of what you're seeing
see me as your mind freeing
free me from the disagreeing

disagreements of failure falling
fall away and hear your calling
call to you to stop brawling
brawlers always continue crawling

It's dead it's dead, the wicked witch is dead
the tricky ***** is fed
the sticky twitch has bled

she's gone she's gone, lying on the lawn
the trying of the brawn
the dying of the fawn

it's time it's time, for the last in line
for the blast in mind
for the past behind

it's near it's near, a new day is near
the true grey is clear
the new way is here

A god ****** angel dragging my wings
hating to see another angel sing
doing none of those angel things
oh ******* reality's sting

god ****** right i still have fight
my wings are broke, my fist is tight
as i stalk on through the night
no saving grace in my sight

a god ****** angel misunderstood
actions bad, no halo for good
doing things that no one could
oh ******* no one would

god ****** fool to even believe
i could try losing to achieve
sentenced here to never leave
broken halo with no reprieve

a god ****** angel caught in between
broken wings are hidden, unseen
crawling in dirt, thoughts never clean
oh ******* the future foreseen

Use your pen to be expressive
express yourself and be impressive
impress your will to be progressive
progress of the muse possessive

possessed by another expression
expressing myself is my obsession
obsessing over words in succession
succeeding is hopeful in every session

A maniac is inside our gates
putting more words to eat on our plates
vandal of what we hold so dear
who the hell let him in here

i would put my house up for sale
but i refuse to let reality prevail
i surround myself with words of peace
with the neighbor, who's house is on lease

a new resident is on our block
it's time to change and re-key the lock
we need to keep the others out
they're not about what we're about

I have styles that go for miles, but they cause frowns and don't cause smiles
i have files of rhymes in piles written on the floors and ceiling tiles
i have thoughts and i mean lots, i connect the dots at a million watts
you take *** shots, but if that's all you got, all i can say is your rhyme's not hot
it's the same old same, same old name, just another freeze frame in the game
your aim is pretty lame, the fame that never came, now so tame, a fizzling flame

i could go on for days, in so many ways, but it isn't going to faze a mind in a haze
i hope i shined my rays on a burnt out blaze, beaming through the greys of your played out daze

Good morning sleepy head
let's get you out of bed
first we'll get you dressed
then we'll get you fed

the knife is in the shed
with the rug of red
i put it in the corner
right where you bled

the knot on your head
is from the pipe of lead
i sewed up the holes
with a needle and some thread

remember what i said
a long day is ahead
mother is on her way
don't tell her that you're dead

Welcome to poetfreak manor
everyone's welcomed here
as long as you never speak
about your anger or fear

please keep down the noise
we like it nice and quiet
please do not speak too loud
you just might cause a riot

we like to talk about flowers
or talk about the lord
we don't care if you're different
we don't care if you're bored

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Welc­ome to our poet's humble haven
you may hang your hat on the door
but first, is your soul worth savin?
first, what exactly are you here for?

we are intolerant to other's belief
we bow to only one holy grace
likewise thinkers are such a relief
anything else is way off base

please join us in our holy crusade
and do not show an individual voice
your opinion is far out-weighed
this is our site, this is our choice

This is a series i am doing about people at a tiny site, that sit there and condemn others all day long. Since i am an activist, i am trying to change it. I am not talking about all religious people, just the bad ones as i see them. After all, couldn't a non-christian see them more clearly than they see themselves?

I have a new style with an expectation
expecting to explore my new aspiration
aspiring to seek reward through exploration
exploring words with my brand new cultivation
cultivating a never seen creation
creating something with a new formulation
formulating a rhyme with a different situation
situating words in a fresh new formation
forming myself another publication

This is my brand new style. The rules are strict compared to a regular quantum loop, but still a lot of room for creativity and fun.

I have a strong intention
intending to break through all convention
conventional ways end up as my contention
contending with obstacles of my invention

i have a bad disposition
disposing of all the worthless tradition
traditional ways put us in this condition
conditional waves of bad transmission

i have a new destination
destined to try a brand new adaptation
adapting just isn't my contemplation
contemplating a different creation