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J Christmas Dec 2012
X D The trail o slime you lay
It'd be ok If every one could just slide
where they may
but all those trails have led
to the edge o sanities fray.

Brown eyed stone witch
Of which to I Belong
A blonde haired pixie
An Angel The guiding light
                          I'm her night

To her I've been the greatest feat
Fought so hard to save me
because i bow She believes she's met defeat
but it's my ghouls that won't let her save me

once the Aborted Ones came to me and said
A tourniquit not gonna, won't stop whats bleed
                   And the greatest of my loves won't ever heal until its dead

They pointed to a painting of I and her
I painted while high & she thought I was jerking off instead
they pointed to it  above the bed on a wall I miss
That Cherub, Dear Sun Is named the Goodbye Kiss

That embrace, last sober, still innocent, true loves kiss
Dry but unfinished
One of the last before over Love \ our  Drugs took precedence
                                                      ­                       Goodbye to a wish

this tonight days before the prophecy of an awaken
A goddess, her friend, gave of an herb and word to ease my need
of the slow and of the go and to ease my heart breakin on my sleeve

to the biggest Sorcerer I went to palaver and break bread.
                                        Told him my Trixie won't talk to me
         I've been off a week and he saw my strength and said

It's been sometime since your ******* eyes weren't dead
Do you remember what I told you before we started
this new method


                                                He was told by a living dead

If we do this This is a whole new demon
So cheap and so easy
It's harder to get out of your head


But we weren't happy when life was getting good again
           We took another left and let the mumblin and madness begin

By the grace and words of her Coven
and the stern truth of good men
I have begun to name more and more
of my collected Demons

Their names rob them of their power
JEALUS was one sneak, malice did it seep
One I just named DESPOTIISMIC RELENTLUS
            The darkest of creeps is the one that held me groveling

distracting me from a Goddess given strength
All our problems it Exacerbates
with it's Overbearing shouts and whispers
She walked off the plank

I'll come around but I can't pilot this ship
            God am it may take a Lunar cycle or two.
                             Come on baby this isn't the best part of the trip


She found me to love
she needed me to save
a goddess doesnt tred water
she walks upon the wave

                                       watching for the moon to wane

As my ship goes down
I thank her for she gave me the strength to swim
It took all she had
now God I am  

baptised with the remnants
of a burning sinking ship
Treding breaking swells the wind whispers
                                For years I begged you to help me quit.

And I yell, " I will "

        "  baby, just "

"give me a"

         "little"
" bit
    .
.
    .
.
This is for my Love my Goddess my Trixie What a Dish.
I always part with a kiss (if you see this) :-*
2012copyright@JohnDChristmas
J Christmas Nov 2012
you wanna be happy dontcha?
Not 'till I reach the state of Anhedonia
never heard a such place.
Well I guess that you've been blessed
Good cheer and health, good taste I guess
Seems Old Man your way's the best
But I wasn't taught the same
and i know you're not to blame
What the hell is it that it makes grown men drool
Well it's not the Bright Side but The Dark Side of The Spoon.
Blissfull Bafoons The Beguiled, miscreant, Fiendish Fools.
Dim Lit hid in Vastness of the last Lunar New Moon
Beg that you see and awaken. You and every one else awaken too.
how good does it feel to fly above ridicule?*
Gimmie some money and ill show you old fool
Deryck Christmas copyright 2012
J Christmas Nov 2012
If you aren't proud to be my girl in front of the world
                   I'll still be your ***** little secrert
      but know my heart is not fit            so  when you hurl it
           be not afraid it may break on  whateva it hits
              as surely already't shall be long broken to bits.
                               An affair wants to spill,
                                                 to share of its glory
                               as a Lioness shares her ****,
                                                  Or an author his story
                 No act is so private it does not seek applause.
               True love seeks the ALL & knowest time doth not pause  
                                        so as a consiquence
                Passion never shys from standing up for this cause
                              uplifting the object you desire                    Human flaws and Awe
         Ghouls shant go hating on her without those fools hating him
         and right or wrong and vice versa each other they ever defend
             'Else Love becomes a shadow of what it could have been                                  
                                       Not even if 'twere to never heard of such things  
                                                      however unbeknowest     t'will still be a sin
                           if in this dark world         Love's Light isn't unfurled
                          if dead creeps into beauty   &   darkness roots its way back in.
                                                  best we  be Happiest now intact with our Love there in
                                          so for once instead it's the 'morrow that can't wait to see us again.
*John D Christmas*  copyright *Nov. 2012*
J Christmas Feb 2012
Bad attitude low self esteem
Hang the world in effigy
All the hate inside you Breeds
(Nothing safe from your ridicule)
Cant ******* speak , don't even breath
(You're king of this cesspool)

Razor tongues,this blood i taste
rather fight than **** these days
This collar and leash leaves me so low
Our only relief comes after a dose
Id do better alone, but you're my disease
Stainless **** blades hiss from your teeth
Sell all your lies as you denigrate me

Id be better alone but you're my disease
Fill your pockets and denigrate me
mother fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

Razor tongues leave a copper taste
We'd rather fight than **** these days
Couldn't keep your hate behind your teeth
Take another hit and denigrate me

I do better alone but you're a disease
Denigrate you as you denegrate me.
John D. Christmas
Copyright 2017
J Christmas Jan 2012
The glamorous are gangrenous thieves
Distracting whilst the govern steal Liberty
   Popsicle mushrooms 5 o'clock news and beer
Lies clear as the Rays of Day's shine
                served like cheap red wine with a side of fear.
Seize your own freedom      Shun the sun
   Abandoned Divine                      Dismay
                              ­              Race the tick of the tock
                                          Watch your sanity fray
                                            Hop on one of the slimeways
                                           ye 'ole snail
                                                left trekked along
                                                        across the Highway
                      Humming it's long low slow song
        sung, in rhythm with a thousand toothed tongue, out of tune
           Forever dragging along the crazy round home of a loon.
   The wild yonder awaits Tecciztecatl's return
           Saliva soaked foot pushes off
             this road of hellish burns
   The blue openly longingly yearns
                  for that moment not too soon                        
                                    ­                                          as shade befell                                  
   the conscious snail fully aware wanes into it's cognitive shell
                    His cocooned spiraled tomb
                           Hung high again as the moon
         Shedding light on the treacherous troubles we're in
         until the sun comes back 'round to illume again
*Copyright John D. Christmas @2011
Jan 1, 2010
J Christmas Dec 2011
Such a trip this is
      Together on this tour
     Heartily I toil
      For this is no great chore
      But I ensconce away
    Once the grouches
     ***** their inveighs
     Safe from fools abrades
   with no thought
    and little aide
      My pencil strokes are laid
        So heavenly on the page
      It tells us not to run
      Stand against the shadow
       let it not dislimn the Sun
         The Machine The Machine The Machine
        It gobbles away all our fun
  
Gus
                                              My skin be-jeweled
                                                      ­                                         In this prizm Lake
             Just be here                
                                                  -             ­      Don't be fake
                                                            ­                                                        Don't loose your love  
                                                          ­                                                                 ­                               in daft's wake

                                     Let loose your love
                                                            ­                 Eyes wide
                                                                ­                                                             awake


                              No rush


                                                          ­                         I'm cool


                                                          ­                                                                 ­         Out here floating

                                                               ­                        in this pool


    Dust just scatters

                                                       ­                                                                 ­                its own way



                                                     I'll be here

                                                           ­                           just swimming

                                                       ­                                                    Cleansed n Sane
*Copyright John D. Christmas @2011
Jan 1, 2010
J Christmas Dec 2011
In this pillowed satin tomb
                  I claw my way nowhere to get out
        The Sun I shunned     And
                       Howled at the Moon
               There are disgusting holes
                  Throughout this beat up Heart
                      So unholy so ******* dark
*Copyright John D. Christmas @2011
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