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 Jun 2015 The Noose
Rapunzoll
I wonder if like a storm you are
unaware of the damage you inflict.
Flooding these walls with screams,
shattering the fragility of our home.

I assume you are too caught up
within your own struggles to break free.
The wrath of your thoughts and those
calculating fingers rake your flesh.

Etching violent artistry's to your soulless
voids. Little needles which pin-***** at
the dark corners of your mind; awakening
the dormant cruelty sheltered within.

It is only through the cusp of night that
apologies emerge as you feign delicacy.
Your liquid skies fade to hellish hues as
you tell me not to lust after hurricanes.
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 Jun 2015 The Noose
Chris
~

The vision of your beauty
surrounds me on this night
So many stars are watching,
we move within their light

To dance upon a moonbeam
with you so close to me
Among the constellations
for all the world to see

Within my arms I hold you,
your heartbeat keeping time
As twilight is upon us
and I do call you mine

Floating soft and slowly
to melodies we hear
The cosmos singing love songs
is music to our ears

So kiss me as we’re dancing,
I’ve never needed more
Than you with me this evening
*the woman I adore
Good Night Beautiful
they get into your pant
sting the fleshiest part
concerns they've scant
if the bitten is hurt
no sooner than dangers they read
quickly inject formic acid.

easily irritable they're venomous
the pain they inflict can't be quietly nursed
don't they ever bother size of victim
elephantine fat or grasshopper slim
just one bite and the crisis is dire
body is engulfed in eruptive fire.

they grip quite strong before they bite
crawl on from left catch you from right
not a fair deal was it deserved to be earned
thrown in the fire thousand times burned
they spread everywhere trees and clothesline
upon this earth they're livid landmine.

fear them you might curse them abhor
can't stop them they're mighty predator
one small sting is sparks of whiplash
leaving on skin swollen red rash
the more you scratch the more leaps the flame
be wary of these creatures fire ant by name.
alphabet strung into word
word woven to sentence

can't make love to be heard
speaks it loudest
in silence!
 Jun 2015 The Noose
Born
this is it
 Jun 2015 The Noose
Born
This is it
am done singing insane tales

your going
your leaving

then be gone
leave before dusk



this is it
am done with the agonizing lies
am not your victim of fairy tales
and the lies that you feed as truth  

This is it
Take off your mask
I can see you for the monster you are

this is it
am done with your marvelous words
that slit throats
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