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RMBDUBS Apr 2015
Claw
at the problem
till it’s so big
You can crawl inside.
Scratching, clawing
Clenching, gnawing
Pick at the wound
Tear it open, rip it up
Free the bone from its
Prison of skin
Separate the marrow
From within
Light it up, burn it down
Incinerate the concept
baz Dec 2014
Your fingers tell me stories of passion as they tiptoe down my sides. Shivers dance on my skin where your hot breath can't reach.

Can you taste your awakening words, that you gently whisper to my inner goddess? Leave passionate reminders on my body with the sweetness of your kiss and the harshness of your bite.

As I spell out your name with desperate scratches on your back, allow your eyes to forget what is real, and what is a fantasy.

Watch as my tongue speaks the same language as my eyes, and my heart moans the same desires as my mouth.

Seducing your soul,
I exist in you.
Dave Zimmerman Nov 2014
What am I now?
Shock! Guilt! Hope!
They, to me, are but distant glimmers of a forgotten past.
Idle grows my weary soul, darkness fills this claw of mine
The Retired Claw
In between life’s mortal coil
where living teaches harshest real.
Mixed between the good and vile
this is the realm we learn to feel.

Our feelings good or very bad
often guide our way in life,
in many ways it is so sad.
Our past does cause us so much strife.

From early years I lived with rage.
Violence was just a way it seems.
Beatings from an early age
it took away our childhood dreams.

The first girl that I really liked
assumed there was some good in me
until my temper truly spiked.
It's when she wanted to be free.

I sit alone and sometimes cry
because of the things I have done.
In retrospect I’d rather die
or disappear and run, run, run.

It just comes out in angers run,
before I know it I strike out.
Just thank the Lord I had no gun
because I would use it there’s no doubt.

After many bad association
where violence has been used to quell
I hope that in this new relation
this time I do not go through hell.

I fight so hard now to restrain
my temper being what it be
From violence I must refrain
once and for all I can be free.

Free from anguish, free from blame.
Not to recall my younger days
Just talk instead of being inflamed
like others in more normal ways.

Now I am married with a wife.
Three loving children I adore
I think now when I feel the strife
No longer use my Satan’s claw.

Satan’s claw is what I call
my way of evil mindedness.
No longer to this way I fall,
now I can make this recompense.

Although my upbringing was quite bad
I feel I blamed my ways on this,
my parent’s lives’ were very sad
and something I shall never miss.

My life has gained in many ways.
My family I love more than all
and life is now something I praise
I thank God each day that I don’t fall
2013
punk rock hippy Jul 2014
Claw machines,

the educational system,

and religion.

Are all rigged.
But sometimes,
Sometimes you can win.

I've seen people do it.

Stuffed rabbits,
Beat the system,
And are even comfortable with their own sins.

— The End —