I am captivated by a thought of old
Yeller in the streets of Madagascar.
Shot me dead indeed for standing up
to digs of my deeds done wrong.

But what of his Sister, and did he miss her
for fiesta on Friday last~Until a droopy~eyed mistress crooned a ****~a~doodle~doo straight against the face of death.

They loved Prima, come subtle still life into the night.  Brought Passion'd brink of tears, thrown forlorn wisping shutter to my skin and I am Thought.. thinking I migh'nt be lost to soon to this moment mi'amour.

Charging hunted into the streets, taken by day or by night. Overrated artform of statuesque mystique, compendium of gods have struck me mortal and I am Death...dying unto pleasures infinitum.

Quell into question the material mourning, noon and night. Antidote to antithesis is Imagination...imagining everything in nothingness all at once...banging out existence, through the vacuum...all the way to Madagascar.

Take my place, take my bullet for me on the other end of old Yeller and I will take your end on the other side... of You ...being Me.

I've been collecting dust on the corners of my lips
Until the day you touched my
Hands, knees, shoulders, hips
Parts of me I kept in the dark
So no one can see how easy it is
To find me
And you found this
Mess that I am, that's left of me
And fixed it effortlessly
I allowed your existence
To staple itself into mine
Beautiful, tragic, perfect
Salvaged from my own anxieties
Cradled in the home you built with your arms
Around my waist.
I fell
I kept on falling
And you caught me, timely
Now I'm collecting stardust on the corners of my lips
Wishing you'd never tire
Of holding my hands, knees, shoulders, hips.

____

Thunder, thunder, rock my soul.
Rattle my cage, dissect me whole.
Soak my flesh and shake my bones,
Smooth me over like a stone.

I'll be solid when you're gone.

I'll be solid when you're gone.

______

Standing over you as the pleading begins,
Forgive my father for the justice I bring,

You murdered my Husband and tore my life apart,
Laughed in the courtroom no remorse in your heart,
No fear of anyone or being locked inside,
Her majesty's prisons filled you with pride,
An animal in a cage with more privileges than my own,
provided for the brutal ****** of a man walking alone,

A test victim for the gang, so they would let you in,
Robbing 'the rich *******' widened your drug filled grin,
One punch, one **** as his head cracked off the ground,
The laughter of your 'friends' were suddenly drowned,
As my husband convulsed and took his last breath,
You cowardly ******* stole his life and left,
He would of survived if you gave him a chance,
You could have called for an ambulance!

Instead I’m without a husband and a doting father of two,
The love drained from my heart as my blood runs cold blue,
I've waited ten years to take your pathetic ******* life,
I'll Carve you into pieces with this butchers knife!
Or shall I make this easy? With a bullet in the head?
I doesn't really matter as long as you’re dead!

Please let me go, I beg of you!
Your children will have no parents, if you go through,
with taking my life, you would be the main suspect,
Burdened with ****** and full of regret,
your husband wouldn't want this from you.....

YOU DARE SPEAK OF HIM, ILL CUT YOU IN TWO,

I BEG YOU, AND I’M NOT THE SAME MAN!
I WAS JUST A YOUNG BOY, BRAINWASHED BY THE CLAN!!!

I live with the guilt every night and day,
Praying to god to show me the way,
I have a family of my own, I've made a new start,
You **** me now? You tear another family apart.
Look in my wallet, there’s a picture inside,
of my wife and my daughter the root of my pride,

I work for charities to help victims of crime,
to help children to escape from the gangs born from the grime,
I vow I won't tell anyone of what you have done,
I understand your reasons, and why they begun.

UNDERSTAND? UNDER ******* STAND?
Coming from the man that killed my love, with his bare hands?
The man that sneered as he looked me in the eyes,
Laughed at his sentencing as he watched my daughter cry?
Who walked out of prison and began a new life,
While mine was finished when I became a widow of a wife,
Taking medication to keep my suffering inside,
Being sectioned for my illness, my daughters are in care,
Your luxury of a life? Do you think that it’s fair?

I have no reason to live, no family left,
The only peace I will have, is to watch your last breath.....

Caught in Webs
Wrapped in Silk
Save for supper
Mouth of Milk
babes to suckle
lest they wilt

Now know this is not so for some vacate the nest, no incubation needed, some born are ne'er to rest

Come now ~We move in Tandem
Take only what You need
Wha'st not the midnight Siren
Calling Us to heed
Catch not the hold of Silence
We march ahead indeed
The waves of Life may take us
Our song shall set us free

The spinning Spider gathers up cocoons of Young who choose to slumber amidst the rolling thunder ~ takes them under ~ this Time deemed best not be asleep

Come then, Run!
Run afront!
Come on high!
Be Awake
Let us Rise!
No more Weary!
No more lust for Greed nor Cowards
Let them lay for Spiders spin
Let the Web cast take them in!

and how the story ends depends if ever it does begin
~《 so does it 》~
**???

Seizures sever bitter ties better
than anemic atrophy ever could.  Cancers to slow but a hell of a heart attack would do, just real tiresome after awhile

Ya dig me?
Now, don't get me wrong, a bullet to the back of the head takes the Salami all day long, but it ain't bitter, quick severing involved  
See, I sever, that's what I do, You got a bitterness that needs to go, I'm the One you ring, yeah, I'm the lucky bloke, got nooks for this kinda thing  
Lemme tellya...

It's amazing,
the way I was drawn to him
because he looked
like summer at a time
I craved only the hollowness
of winter.
It's amazing
that his love
compensated for my
self hate,
and that he was able to make me forget
who I was.
The simplicity in
holding hands captivated me and
I forgot that I was addicted to speed. Everything about the way
he let me love him was slow and innocent.
He fixed me.
He sewed up my
spine, expanded my
stomach,
and thawed my
lungs with his
warm breath.
The scars faded,
but it was amazingly easy
for him to change his mind: rip out the stitches
leaving them to
bleed, open to
infection,
and wanting
anything that could stop
the pain.
****** in the back seat
of some guy's car,
lines off an unknown
man's kitchen counter,
smoke in my
parents house
with the window
open so I could
pretend they didn't know,
cuts
up my legs.
Anything
to forget that someone could be
so
**** cruel,
anything to forget that someone could be
so
happy. Lost
in the tears that run
with the water
in the shower
twice a day, lost
in my mind that cannot
escape
itself
no matter how
intoxicated...
No matter how
exhausted, was my sanity. Everything has
escaped,
he still looks like summer,
I finally found the hollowness
of winter.
It's amazing how
it happened:
it started; it ended.
Eventually,
one of us will die
And
the other will regret that it didn't
last.
It will be amazing
the way one of us
feels again in those first few moments
after the other is
gone. If
I last, will i watch the
flashes
of our lives and
feel again
the ignorant perfection of our
love or the
pain of removing the
stitches?

It was weird
I didn’t think about
Jumping off
That’s cliche

I thought about
How last time I was there
With Him
I was getting high over cheap wine
and weird vegan pizza

And there was a tiny gold lock
With no key and nothing was
Engraved

And we tilted over the
edge
And walked across the
beams
Where we should have been scared but
the wind and the ****
Kept us afloat.

Life's weird
Without your crooked smile
Your mess over mine; tiered
You: in denial-
My pride blocked rationale
Your ignorance lied
But all the while, pal
We kept ourselves tied
Down.

Someone else spits words
But only one I hear
They remind me of the way we were absurds
Dear

Someone else stutters
There words as in-cohesive as our intrusive
Thoughts- never uttered
****** up as our ribs- protrusive

Someone else reads
"the sharp edges of the night"
Had they felt the sharp seeds
Planted to grow into an everlasting fight

Someone else reads s l o w l y, meaningfully
But I don't listen
Numbed dully
Behind my eyes I no longer glisten

Someone else breaks
Give me hunger
She won't know how the fakes
Make everything last longer

To them they're just
Words that someone else wrote
Not something that took courage to must
Not a secret/ scribbled on a note
(to no one)

I love how the viking comes out
In you when you drink, but

Sometimes a woman needs
Not to be hurt

At
All."