You’re a crash out,
Life hanging in the fray,
Like meat on a hook,
Begging the gator to grab it’s bite.

Worthless in your self indulgent importance
Weak bodied malcontent
A mental amputee with no prosthetic to aid a thought
Narcissus in Australian skin
You resemble worthless.

You prey on children
Like a bad Freddy Krueger film
Promises of encouragement
In crude pornographic suggestions
Buy them off in golden tickets,
But no one buys the chocolate,
You’re no Wonka at all.

Derelict in a domicile
A stranger to your ailing family
Not one reaches to save,
Just wishes you’d die to match the day
You died in their eyes
Already forgotten, beside a grave
A walking cancer, zombie like in parasitic need
A whirlwind of discomforting regrets
Wrapped in a middle aged obese frame,
No one could ever love you.

Sad impotent invalid,
With your melodramatic fallacies
Crying wolf to any ears unaware
And yet the only animal resides
Behind beady feminine eyes,

The mirror reflects,
And reality rejects
A simple, simpleton
With tiny hands,
And malformed manhood
Better befitting a woman’s pleasure nub,
You stimulate not even an emotion from the corpses.

I don’t hate you though,
No hate requires a measurement of care
And the truth is if you disappeared,
And washed ashore a bleached whale,
And they said you wrote me love letters
I’d disregard you the same,
Take your animosities and add them into a sum of zero
Because I feel nothing but indifference

A predator that ***** at hunting prey
And I am the poacher,
I’ll skin you while you’re alive
Just so you can see the ugly underneath
The muscle will touch acidic baths,
And the current will wash you away.

You wish to ****** a child,
But I have ****** your brain,
Without consent and there is no safe word
And no where new you can hide,
Because you kicked this hornet’s nest
And I am not so easily extinguished
An eternal flame to watch you burn
I’ll render you embers and ash,
And spread you across the web
Like outstretched stars in the universe
A connect the dots to the face of a *******

And I’ll watch you hang yourself
By the very rope you’ve woven
With every lie typed and spoken
I will see you, destroy yourself.
And then I will have peace.

Touch me like a thousand threads
And stitch me to your heart,
Fasten me in crochet pattern,
I wish to feel the rise and fall of every beat
And kiss every broken vessel

Let me drink you in,
Become a vassal
An aegis to ward off the hordes of hell
Who hound like hungry wolves
Nipping at your beauty
Distorting the white in red bit marked linen.

Even as I dissipate,
Slowly eroding like ancient oak
Borrow the strength of my core
And burn the rest to shine the light
And warm your soul,
In the afterglow of a life once lived
May the smoke of knowledge
Fill your lungs like autumn air.

Remember me,
When too tired for goodbyes
And the bridge falls apart
With me in the middle,
Caught in the grasp of a morrow
I can never achieve,
If only to give you life
In a single breath

Know that I love you
Always, and in every passing moment
Yesterday, now, tomorrow,
A thousand years in either direction,
Across many names and faces,
As star dust intertwined in helix
Broken but for magnetic dealings
Black magic in practice,
Bound like tomes that read our story
Arcane in its kinetic energy.

Forever was but a fools errand,
I have loved you since the spark,
Since the dawn of stars,
When planets were but scattered marbles
Seeking a purpose, I have loved you then.
As I always will.

Horus counting hours
As Hermes runs the clock
Jupiter reigning lighting
To shock Morrigan’s ravens
Carrion for Fenrir,
Leaving nothing but bones to pick
Sharpen into tools,
Useful if not forgotten
As the meat spoils,
Rotting by the sycamore.

Into the earth,
Gaia’s nurturing cradle,
Growing me from a seedling
And I return, reborn like perennial
A blossom for Renenutet,
Trained by the grace of Athena,
While blessed by the light of Apollo
Enlightened in the school halls of Ecne,
I am a hammer in Thor’s grasp
To crash upon the enemies of imagination,

Anubis wags his tail and weighs-
The merit of my Indigo soul,
As Hades welcomes me in open arms,
Home here in the underworld,
As Scotus mocks my determination
To be one of the darkest lords,
A Donn of a new age, where the old ones were forgotten
A stud among the Valkyrie

All of their knowledge spilled into me,
From the words of Homer
To the unrelenting philosophies of socrates
I forever burn with the fire of Prometheus
And the determination of Heracles,
I can never waiver,
For I am one with the universe
Solvent of gods and the lost languages,
The soul of a star, brilliant like diamond

Everlasting

Like an eager painter
I’ve splashed red across the milky white
Deeper in the center pinker as it trails out,
She loves the way the leather brushes her canvas
Stinging swashes and caressing strokes,
Her smile rings of joy where the moans cry out in pain.

There’s a twinkle in her eyes
Smallest pellet of tears working
Simultaneous with the pooling drenching tight clad cotton
I can smell Dior mixed with her sweet nectar,
Tickling the nose just over the bristles of my rough stache
And I return to my canvas, another broad swash,
Another clapping slap of skin to hide;
Echoed sounds reverb in stereo back tracked by the sweetest cry


“Please” isn’t a need
And barely a beg,
Show me with the wiggling of hips
Tease me with slight arches
Waft your *** to tremble my senses
Make. Me. Lose. Control.

She pants, heavy breaths
Shallow, quick - needing
The brain is in a fog - a haze
One tracked, foaming at the tongue
Drooling down her chin,
Flush ruby rose cheeks -
She’s fiending like an addict
Out of control convulsions when the brush tickles the warmth of wounds
She’s swooning with her body, slithering in silk sheets like a snake in sand

“Come for me”
I command it, not ask for it
I demand it, not suggest.
My fingers press against the fabric
And with one swift grip the cotton fails
Ripping from the wetted seams and drenched middle
Honey sticking to glistened flower petal lips
Looking like spider webs caught in rain.
How pink and perfect, dribbling uncontrollably-
She is ready.

I enter an index and *******
Folds gliding and inviting first and second knuckles in,
Curling down pressing towards the belly,
Opening and curling, come hither, follow directions
Make me happy, make me proud.
Make. Me. Lose. Control.

It doesn’t take much
The build was effective,
Her body was quaking for release
And as her body shivers and shakes
Her screams go hoarse,
Eyes roll back and sight nearly goes black,
Her core contracting like doing sit-ups at lightning speed
Her leather cuffed hands grasping sheets
We have reached the crescendo

And after the crash and clash
After the waves have passed,
A silent bemoaning remained.

“PlEaSe….”

And then I lost control…

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A ******* runs and hides for cover banned from site to site and continues to hover
He is in your cupboards
He’s in your dms

Razorblades grating the graphite
Sharpened to a point,
Infinite are the worlds pouring in torrid thought
Scribble them and refine
Render until the faces define
God of two-dimensional clay
Golems of creation,
My darling, characters.