He's got it
and she's got it.
You've got it and
I've definitely got it.
You're mom has it, same with your dad.
My cousin has it.
My dog's got it,
and your cat has it, and so does my fish.
We've all definitely got it.
There's no doubt about it.
But I'm not sure that you understand it.
I'm not sure that anyone understands it.
We all know that it's there, and that everyone has it,
but we don't know how and we don't know when,
and we definitely,
definitely,
don't know why.

And I don't know why that is.
But I'm open to suggestions.

(HORROR & FANTASY FICTION)

On a dark, damp night beside a country campfire,
tales of The Timberman are shared near the mire,
of Sadie's Swamp, where not so long ago,
The Timberman came and the death toll rose.

No one knows from whence The Timberman came,
but that it was on an October night in the rain,
with hate in his heart and a love of fear,
a taste for fresh flesh and a thirst for tears.

He comes brandishing an axe of the sharpest steel,
fells trees in his wake whilst seeking out his meals;
then stalking his way through the brush without stopping,
he seeks out his victims for his fatal chopping.

The Timberman's axe would arise and then fall,
shattering bone, splashing blood, flaying flesh and all,
hacking and striking to the shriek of their screams,
reveling in the flow of their blood-gore in streams.

Then, alas! -before the chase would begin,
there'd be nary a sound nor sight of him,
just the ****** remains of his brutal hunt:
hacked human bodies and scarred tree trunks.

Last night I had a beautiful dream,
Part fantasy, part reality, it did seem.
I wandered in a land that could have been heaven,
so many amazing things, it was on another level.

My bare feet glided, through grass wet with morning dew,
my soft finger tips brushed along leaves that grew,
from the branches of the tallest trees, that were many not few.
My senses were alive, with every touch and every smell,
coming from all the life that here did dwell.

Floating in the air was a sweet melodic tune,
that had my head in a trance too fast too soon.
It carried me along as if weightless above ground,
where would it take me, this enchanting sound?

Passing rippling ponds, and babbling brooks,
this ain't a place of thieves or crooks.
A magical wonderland, where only beauty lies
and there is no pain, no sadness, and no cries.

The path I travel is coming to an end,
around the last the corner, I come to a bend.
And just after that, there is a new sight,
shining so blue, and so bright.

In the air all around me, the oceans sweet scent mingles,
standing on end, every hair on my body tingles.
A new sensation beneath me, is the soft white sand,
another wonder of nature in this peaceful land.

The melody I hear now clearer than ever,
is coming from a sight I thought I would see never.
For there upon a rock nestled in the sea,
was the most beautiful picture that could ever be.

She has luscious locks of golden hair,
and a body beyond beauty, so sweet, so fair
from the top of her crown and all the way down,
She is delicious, delectable, and without frown.




My eyes are drawn to her lips, from them it comes,
The sweet melody I have chased , the one that she hums.
The notes turn to words, her head turns to me,
come closer she says, come into the sea.

I cannot stop now, I have no control.
I want her to feed me, my mind, body and soul.
I want her to touch me with the lightest of touch,
run her fingers through my hair, oh i want her so much.




As i near her habitual rock, the expression on my face, is of a small shock.
For as the tide falls, there's now a different sight,
on her lower body, she is wrapped so tight.
In an envelope of shiny scales, of an iridescent nature,
of the sea she was born, this mystical creature.

Was it wrong now that i wanted her even more?
to take in my arms and bring to the shore.
She reached out a hand touched me soft on my face,
i closed my eyes, entranced in this place.

Her fingers traced a line down my neck,
like a ship after a storm, i felt a wreck.
Now exploring with hands, like soft grains of sand,
blowing over deserts in distant lands.
She whispers in my ear, i want to kiss you my dear.

I open my eyes, and drink in her beauty,
our bodies come closer, breathing heavy duty.
She cups my face in her palms, positioned like clams
pushes her fingers through my hair, i am in now in her lair.

Our lips draws together, and like stormy weather,
all of a sudden the lightening strikes,
i can feel little bites,
on lips and my tongue electrifying shocks run.

My head is spinning, my body aching
with a feeling i have never had before,
of this creature, i want more and more.

Her bare ******* exposed, her ******* are stiff
with my hand i reach and give one a lift,
bring the flesh to my mouth, and my lips seal over
what mother mature has made, my new secret lover.

She moans, she groans, and from her mouth she sighs,
she loves every thing i do, i know by her cries.
I want to tease her and please her, in all manners of ways
for now, tomorrow and to the end of her days.

But she stops what i'm doing, and looks deep in my eyes,
a face full of sorrow, she's shedding tears that i dry.
Then she says to me, 'Alas this cannot be,
for you are a mortal and i was born of the sea,
i hate to say it, but there can be, no, you and me.
I am hurt and upset, by this tragedy

Again she looks in my eyes, and now there are smiles,
She says fear not, i have a solution,
I look at her curiously  in her world of ablution.

She speaks again, says remember this is a dream,
what is unreal, may be real to you, now it seems,
so when you awake it will all disappear,
and you will forget all the pleasure and pain you felt here,

But if ever you should want to become satisfied,
and release your inner mermaid, there's something you can try.
Close your eyes and believe, in my sweet lullaby
through this, you will be taken to me by and by.

And if this wonder never happens again,
it was the most beautiful time, in all my reign,
as the queen of the water here in this sea,
i have never met one as wonderful as thee,
and you will be in my heart, forever to be.

I awoke this morning with a smile on my face,
with a feeling i had come from from a magical place.
But the notion soon dispelled, because there was no trace,
of any of the sights that were vague on my mind,
i tried hard to remember, of this special time.

But alas it was not be, for it was a place of pure fantasy,
in my dreams forever will remain my mermaid and me.

Beauty and the beast
Their situation a bit thorny
Please, wait! don't go!
I promise this wont be corny!

This fairy tale is quite disturbing
The plot, quickly, you are learning
About a girl oh-so deserving
And a Beast quite unnerving

Bell, which translates to "beauty"
Had quite the unlucky dad
For he promised her a rose
But came back with empty hand

Now, during his return
He stumbles upon a castle
Where hospitality awaited him
So, who was he to hassle?

While unbuckling his belt
And unbuttoning his clothes
He noticed something beautiful
Something called a rose

The most beautiful one he wanted to pluck
But, instead, he should have ducked
Because the Beast, he had much better luck
And Bells father was forced to give her up

Bell willingly lived with the beast
Where every night there was a feast
There was no passion, to say the least
But their friendship would never cease

Bell eventually became homesick
But the beast had his ways
He said she could see her family
But had to return in 7 days

Before sending Bell on her way
The beast gave her 2 things
One an enchanted mirror
The other an enchanted ring

Use this mirror to see me
Whenever you want to be near
But turn this ring three times
And instantly you'll be here

Jealous of her well being
Bells sisters lead her astray
Wanting the Beast to grow angry
They beg of her to stay

After feeling so much guilt
Bell looks into the mirror
Not only to find the Beast half dead
She uses the ring to see it clearer

The Beast is lying on the ground
His breath is weak, he makes no sound
Belle can't believe what she had found
She Screamed "I love you Beast, I love you now!"

The tears struck the beast
And he transformed into a prince!
He tells her about the fairy
Who turned him into this

I've found my true love
The curse was finally broken from me
My dearest Bell, Darling
Your love has awoken me you see

I used to be angry
So my fate was then sealed
But with your love and your faith
Our true beauty was revealed

You see this story has a moral
In order to live Happily ever after
You must look beyond the growl
And begin to cherish the laughter

"Cash, Grass or ***-No One Rides Free!"*
reads the bumper-sticker slapped on the ratty Harley.
Its black leather seat is cracked, tattered and torn,
the headlight is busted and there's no friggin' horn;
with mismatched saddlebags strapped to each side,
the panhead leaks like a sieve, but it's still quite a ride.

The gas-tank is dented, scratched and coated with muck,
the chrome no longer shines, but who gives a flyin' ****?
Its tires are bald, the spokes are all rusted to ****,
and the frame is off-kilter from a cage-driver'*****.

The biker just puffed the last hit from his pipe,
slammed down the rest of the J.D. from the bash last night;
then he hops on his hog, kicks the monster to start,
the muffler-pipes blast flames and roar like a ****.

Together they roll down the road like old pals,'
with nowhere to go, just obnoxious and loud:
the tombstone tail-light flashes bright red on this mess,
'though Cashless, Grassless and Assless, they couldn't care less!

The days were autumn crisp, and dry
for Orcs, overwhelming, and treacherous ,
and though evil was held nigh,
Fingolfin's foe's arm grew ever more treacherous.

Whence all still was far and green,
and whence magic retained its Esoteric proproties
in the rivers fair and keen
King Fingolfin rode with serendipity to his Death to be.

The crowds began a wave of econiums,
and the lords and nobles followed him,
the Horse he rode followed him to his pandemonium's,
and yet the lords unknowingly followed at their whim.

This cheer and applaud soon became evanescent,
while he lead himself to his descent,
and soon the lords began to diffuse,
so no one would be there to see the news.

He wore noon-tide colored armor, that resembled bliss,
his heart he bore in penumbra and in shadow,
For his ride would be his last, and he would miss
this world he lived in; this lovely meadow.

Village by Village he rode by,
in his kingdom most to the western sky,
he clad in silver and gold armor rode
to his doom and to Mandos' abode..

And as he approached his high and white walls,
he moaned in doubt as though a shadow falls,
and he rode on, in desperation
to defeat Morgoth, the dark lord, and Evil's cause of preservation.

Over the deserts of Angfuliath
he traveled like a wounded moth,
and o'er leagues and leagues he reached the place
Of Morgoth's throne, where lied his mace..

Fingolfin, now weary, came up to Morgoth's gates,
and spoke, in Gloom, and Woe:
Come! Morgoth! Coward! Naive fool! Raven crow of Mandos' halls! Thrall of the Valar! I challenge you! Coward! Come forth and do battle with me! I challenge ye!

And Morgoth, would of otherwise,
stayed in his fortress, and send his spies,
but he would not be a coward
in front of his servants and high fortresses towered.

And so Morgoth strode forth as a mountain tall
from his cavernous throne in a fire-illumined hall,
and he opened the gates to his home
and came out in one color, of Darkness chrome.

and Fingolfin spoke in fear and rage
"Coward! Liar! Thief!" hoping for a effect of acrimony,
But Morgoth laughed, and he said a Non Sequtuir,
"You are brave, but a fool, and you shall be trodden into the ground by my hammer"

and that was the only meeting of them,
and began the fight for light, and for that gem
that shone upon his shadowed face
and resembled his former grace..

Morgoth strong and tall as a mountain
began to pour forth his strength like a fountain
into his hands to swing Grond,
and pound Fingolfin 'till he was gone,

But Fingolfin, an Elf was quick,
and ran and dodged this flick
of a crater sized tool so cruel
that left a crater sized hole that could beguile

And every time he dodged this mighty weapon
he slashed Morgoth's ankles with Orcist's point sharpened
and left Morgoth with blood that began to lengthen,
and every time he fell, and yet left him wounded.

Tireless would Fingolfin seem,
as light as air and fast as dream,
but in time he was struck with weariness
and marked the end of his gracefulness,

And Morgoth seeing this, with his hammer smote him three
strikes of mountains heavy and free
and in the end it killed him before he could flee
and there Morgoth said "So mote it be!"

and if i knew for that which it was
then certainly not
I could never
but it is not a fact if it is never known
and that's where the problem lies
ambiguous ambiguity of a time
but that isn't certain
then the Truth
I am sad. sorry.
another body in a maybe time

I have no arms
I hold a blade
I burned the farm,
Unleashed the swarm
They called me Rover Wade.

I thought that you
Could understand
But way too few
Attempts at blue
Have lent a helping hand.

I want to know
To see a flare,
To shoot the crow.
I want to know:
Capacity to care.

If you were me
And I were you,
Then you could see
All that may be
And I could see it, too.

But as for now
I merely wait;
I watch this town
Turn golden-brown
At a saddening rate.

With silent pain
I’ve heard a scream
I meant no harm
Or imply to deign:
There is no “I” in “team.”

Me an Jack we out drinking
got a taxi into town
for to have a pint of Guiness
our sorrows for to drown

Well one led to another
as from pub to pub we went
pretty soon we couldn't speak straight
and our money we'd all spent

So we couldn't get a taxi
and the buses were all done
nothing left to do but walk it
and hope we find our way back home

So we walked around in circles
then the depot we did find
sure we could borrow a bus to get us home,
we'd just leave a not behind

Now Jack has pinched a car or two
in times of desperate need
so it only seemed too fitting
he be the one to do the deed

So I stood there like a sentry
as Jack he climbed the gate
He said he'd be two minutes
so I wouldn't long to wait.

But after twenty minutes waiting
I shouted "whats the trouble Jack?"
He said "the bus for Ballyneety
is parked right at de back"

So I told him not to worry
and what to do for best
"Take the bus for Knockananty,
we'll just have to walk the rest."