"dexter" poems
livin in a big big house
alone all the time
no lights
sittin in the dark
electric light
reflecting in my dead eyes
watchin Dexter claim his next victim
falling in love
with ugly scary monsters
because I understand them
and they make me feel safe
and nobody else understands that
they're the only thing that makes me feel okay
nasty nasty
cruel things
storylines so sad
heroes so broken
but the horrificality of it
makes me sing
ringin in my ears
playin on my fears
shivers up my spine
this is how I like to spend my time
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
There once was a black man... Old at heart, he fought verbally and accordingly with bold words, which abbreviated and arbitrated great art! He spoke of activism. Not just racial, and economic racism. He fought against demonic injustices for you, yes, made me see. He stood for principles of non-violence. Acknowledged corrupt government
mileage, European knowledge and college. A philosopher, teacher
and preacher as well as a civil rights leader. When he spoke his words of fire indeed chiseled and inspired. Causing some to conspire and also perspire! Born January 15th 1929 in Atlanta, Georgia. Named in honor of the German protestant Martin Luther. Bachelor of Arts
degree in sociology. Making a mark in doctoral studies, systematic theology. June 5th 1955 This King married Corretta Scott in Heiberger,
Alabama for many to see. Proceeding with four children: Yolanda, Martin Luther the 3rd to be! Dexter Scott and Bernice to increase the peace. Despite the European police, the movements and stressed
protests, the silence, ****** and racial violence. The segregation and interrogations in force, instead of integration of course. Black mishaps, lack of differences in relapse perhaps! Plagiarized and slandered, demised by some of the wise. Accused of communistic ties. Blinded
by others’ eyes and of our world’s twisted lies. Montgomery, Georgia
bus boycott, 1955 was the year. However, forever in disguise, our fear of tears was apparently adhered. From here to near, also all those dear. Mere letters he wrote, from Birmingham jail I quote! From the slums, some of sums, hail and prevail! A creation prevailing into a deriving and thriving nation. Mr. King’s vision of a dream, mission,
opposition, optimism and truism, on our wars, welfare and more. I suppose this sounds honest and fair. Mr. King’s theories and worries in emotionalism, evangelism, humanitarianism, racism and socialism. Nobel Peace Prize won in 1964. Regretfully, you may have heard of this before. Government conspiracies and indecencies. Assassination
and discrimination, allegedly, by James Earl Ray. On April 4th, I
almost choke, because for him, his blood did soak. Some thought this **** was a thrill or forced by will. Others still procrastinate in hate! However, forever Martin Luther King was and still is one of the late greats.
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 12:53 PM UTC
Our eyes filled with wonder
Our minds twisted in change
Much like hobbits going afar
Then returning to sweet home
Our lives were changed forever
We rode slow and flew so fast
In tin cans from here and to there
Never taking off our shoes
Hardly touching the ground
Hardly touching Africa
Hiding behind camera lens
Wearing our face in masks
As a people not African black
Who worry not the future
Living easily in time’s moment
Like sardines aligned in tight
Wild creatures within confines
Electricity, steel, and wire
Tall fences stopping escape
To other worlds and realms afar
Except the leopards of night
Who easily roam across
All defined or artificial borders
Escaping cramped tin cans
Basking in Africa’s buttery light
Except for our African guide
With Christian name of Dexter
But named actually as
Tichayambuka Nekutenda
Nenyasha Chikerema
More comfortable sleeping in
Deep bush amongst beasts
Without down comforters,
perfumes, socks, or shoes
Living life in happy quiet freedom
A man raised speaking Bantu
in a small Shona tribe
Born in the Zimababwan village
Of Mutekedza in Mashonaland
East in the Chivhu Area.
From his father’s family
Given a totem of Zebra Brown
Then recited in love poem daily
by his proud mother
To affirm him as a man
Although he must also
be like the leopard
Unconfined in simple borders
Or tin can walls all around
Able to traverse the world
We as tourists were and are
Salty, smelly, near rotten sardines
I see him smile
And I laugh, and I know
Ndino ziva anorarama se mbada
© 2017 Jim Davis
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 1:02 AM UTC
Slotting into geological time
"As a man thinks, so is he", ferillergood ye may
as well add as subtract.
Am i right or am I wrong?
Dexter, yeh, that'n
or Sinister.
Being left or right,
That's jest sided-ness, a sort,
a me-trick-able stackable thing,
with an in
side and an out
side and a top outside and a bottom outside
and a front inside and a front backside
and a back frontside with its own inside.
Like you.
Value pends 'pon sorts of things
into similarities of singularities,
if I got that message un occluded or
unveiled of sacred meanings.
There seemed to be no code
"if a man (voice) says a thing that is true, but
I did not say it: does that make it untrue?"
I answered, "Lord, you are truth."
Wow. Look what I said. truth you are lord.
Punctuated equilibrium humm white noise of wonder
can it be?
'Think so.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 3:17 AM UTC
It is Christmas Eve.
I sit idly, in slight discomfort on this wooden pew.
A glorified bench if you ask me.
I remember being a child, blissful and reverent.
I memorized sacred stanzas of prayer unaware of their meaning,
chanted them with everyone else.
I always thought God had excellent diction.
Now though I am puzzled.
For an American culture so ethnocentric, patronizing rituals in the third world and of other religions as silly;
Their own rituals are quite silly.
Transcending the mystery of creation for a moment now: having figured this a charade for the generational reproduction of virtue and morality inexorably tied up in the Americanization and Assimilation of society, that we might all move in one direction. That we might all create family units, buy houses, white picket fences, watch television on couches with children and consume, consume, consume... I deem it acceptable to be immoral.
Hymnals couldn't be more of a bore to me, prayers are empty.
But the girl three rows up is filling her dress quite nicely.
I wonder if she also is despondent, if her eyes wander.
I take a mental step back and realize how many girls are wearing high drawn dresses.
Are they showing off their flawless legs for the lord? Surely not.
They dressed that way for me.
The three rows up girl looks astray and catches my eye;
for a moment we have found our savior.
I make it a point to kneel next to her for communion,
brazen enough to tell her "That dress is something else."
She blushes and shoots me a seductive smile.
"Yes I'm wrapped up quite well aren't I? Only missing a bow."
Holding the body of Christ,
"That shouldn't be a problem, I'm quite good at unwrapping. These dexterous hands of mine."
Her body shifts to the left, her sinister side against my right.
I watch her take a rather large drink from the blood of Christ, she places her hand over mine as she braces to stand.
Our eyes flicker on again for an instant as she turns.
I'll be finding her.
The golden goblet seeks me next.
Bad wine posing as blood.
Like all these christian's faking it, it's quite suiting.
I wonder if they really believe they are drinking human blood?
And eating human flesh?
******* zombies man.
Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 2:12 PM UTC
Smiling and communicating is such a pain
But these things I must everyday feign
Because this is a world that lives in a lie
They avoid the truth even if it’s staring them in the eye
I must wear a mask to live in this place
They’d slaughter me if they saw my real face
I’m a rare breed though I’m not the only one alive
Eliminating them makes me the fittest to survive
The ones who make everyone happy are the ones most sad
Perhaps because they don’t want others to have a past so bad
Its true when they say don’t judge a book by its cover
I’m a serial killer; not a friend, nor your lover
Though what I do is for those whose justice is denied
A punishment I receive is I have no one to confide
It’s not the beauty outside but what’s beyond the façade
I have to measure my steps and always choose the right card
Though what I do is not legally right
I punish those who are demons of the night
I am Dexter, master of disguise
It’s not the truth that defines me; it’s my lies...
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 10:42 AM UTC
They bullied me at school,
It stayed within my mind,
The cruel words they said,
The bullies were so unkind.
They were making fun of me,
It hurt me so much inside,
They often called me names,
The tears I tried to hide.
I just wanted to be accepted,
I never really fitted in,
Bullied for being different,
They would always win.
Those days are gone forever,
The memories are still there,
My self confidence is gone,
Life seems so unfair.
(C) Andrew Dexter. 2009.
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 6:02 AM UTC
You looked for my buttons
With nerve and steady pace
Licking my muttons
I loved your sweet-
+Taste-
+Of victim's meat
This you sought in loving me
It helps you to feel complete
I know this-
+Truly-
+Do I miss
The way you made me feel?
My heart filled up with zeal
As I-
+Reminisce-
+About the nights we had
I'm afraid I'll resist
For my health it's-
+Bad-
+For I'm betwixt
A rock and a hard place
Feelings all a mixed
I'm slowly losing-
+Face-
+This simple musing
Like Dexter's DeeDee
BOOM...My la bora tory
T y s a g
o o o m n
u u i
s
My Buttons all scattered
My world a tilt-o-whirl
I fade into red
I hate you stupid girl
Sorry for my hasty reactions
I know I blew my top
You only had the best intentions
But Sweets I couldn't stop
Just like a Sour Patch Kid
Sweet, Sour, Gone
I wasn't sure if you did
Ever love me at all
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
I'm 'k...
ling me ever so slowly but surely,
I'm 'k...
ling me and now one's there to stop me.
I'm dying, no one's crying for
This dead body to be
I lost reasons for living
They are blind, they cannot see
...Just 'k...
ling me,
Just 'k...
ling me...
Never thought I'd be my own Undertaker
Never knew in me there is an UnMaker!
Still waiting for things to get better
But it seems like forever...
Dark Dreaming Dexter, a book by Jeff Lindsay
Made me realize my closeness to insanity
Not allowed to ****
But I just will...
...if you hatch me
never enough entropy
welcome insanity
hey there, psychopathy
be free numerous noices
how much? infinity...
...punish me for their vices
they ignored all my voices
make me pay for their crimes...
I'D BE DEAD RIGHT NOW, BUT I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO FIND THE TIME
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
He’s at the crime scene with the metro
Miami is his city of love
But his love is different,
different from what you’ll ever know
Blinded by drugless addiction
This is his code
This is how he behaves
He’ll find you in the night
No doubt he’ll catch you
Oh, he’s a mind reader
Stocking up on your latest news
He’s tonight’s headline
and no one has a clue
He’s a diamond in the rough
and a sparkle in my eye
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 3:46 PM UTC
I wanted to **** I wanted
taste there blood, but I had
one problem I'm scared at
the sight of blood.
I thought I could do it, Dexter
did it, he even thought it was
devilish fun. But I had the knife
the plastic bags, I was ready for
my serial fun, but I cut my self
with my knife and fainted in a lump.
They found me days later a knife
buried in my chest, ****** was
the case, but it was my fear of blood
my undoing not anyone else.
I didn't get to go on a spree to
feed my blood lust. For I did ****
but unfortunately it was me, I
was the one, I am a serial flop.
As you can see only one was
murdered and no one will no
its was me...
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
If Dexter Morgan was real,
maybe he'd **** the demons
that threaten to **** me.
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 1:11 AM UTC
He makes the shallow cut on the cheek of yet another victim;
hope has been lost for another criminal
that roams the streets freely.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC
So, I remember,
I remember, nothing,
But oh, lord, non existant,
do I dream of everything,
And I have to come to grips,
That she still haunts me,
That's she keeps my **** soft,
Late at night,
When all I want to do is,
Cry and **********
And she's watching Dexter with another man,
And her life is yet great,
And My life is yet still a sham,
Oh, love, cursed though you be,
I crave you desperately,
It's funny because all you've done is ruin me,
Put me on my own,
Solo, and wrecked,
The crash and the burn the *** and the low,
Without any chance of rising,
Oh, yes, that is how I feel,
And if she saw this,
Would she be sad,
No, she'd just laugh,
For all I've ever been is a joke,
and the comedian is me,
Listen further I'll tell you sweetly as I puke,
Oh, not so discreetly,
But the tears won't come and so I won't hide em,
My love, my dear,
My sweet manda moo bear,
I was once found, now lost again,
Coming to grips with my innate fears,
Though nothing helps,
No gloves are enough,
To understand I am alone in this world.
The fault, the failures my own,
Broken, like the song that just won't play right,
Like the ***** that just wont feel tight,
Pulling out because it is too much for you,
And you call yourself a man?
NO!
No! Failuremore, evermore,
This reality a perspective,
You dream on your own,
While you lose your own mind,
And no one much cares,
Hell, why do I even write,
Write to further my alone,
Loneliness, yes it becomes a state of mind,
A loss of self, A conciousness of lost,
And you cant be, what you were meant to be,
Can you see,
I am coming to grips,
With sadness and insanity,
Forgive me.
But length is not long for me,
In this poor world.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 5:18 AM UTC
I’m just another man,
Like Dexter is just another serial killer,
Like the Beatles is just another rock band,
Like Socrates is just another thinker,
Like Elvis never was a real king.
We tend to forget that nothing really matters.
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 11:32 AM UTC
Memories of my childhood,
What a fantastic time I had,
Memories of my loved ones,
Good times with mum and Dad.
Coming home from school,
Always filled my heart with joy,
Knowing safety with my family,
When I was a little boy.
The music was much better,
Television was quite good too,
I loved the incredible Hulk,
My favourite was Doctor who.
The innocence of childhood,
If only I could just go back,
I should leave the past behind me,
I must get my life on track.
(C) Andrew Dexter. 2005.
Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 5:28 AM UTC
Claire
Your voice like bells
resonates through my mind
as memories of your brilliant smile
clouds my thoughts
and the glimmer in your eyes
resides in my fondest memories
for you see
you were there
maybe not physically
but more than anyone ever has
the simple paragraphs you'd write
causing an unbeknown smile to cross my cheeks
as warmth flooded through me
you are the epitome of beautiful
on the inside and out
Remember when we first met?
7 months ago
you were posted on
Just a Band *****
and with a few simple comments
you stole my heart.
after a few days of
threatening to kidnap bands
cuddles
and Dexter
I awoke to a wondrous surprise
you
asking me to be yours
i was hesitant at first
i didn't wanna hurt you
You meant to much to me.
but i agreed.
knowing what would happen would be something
only J.K. Rowling could explain
magic.
But alas we fell a part
Only to be brought back together
and to exchange three precious words
I love you.
now you see,
I'm not the type to exchange words of those caliber
for I know the weight of those words
as do you
So i knew when you said
I love you too
you meant it
and i hoped you knew i meant it to
we've gone on like this for nearly a year now
though we may break up
and see others
we're always drawn together
and I cant explain it
and i don't think anyone else can either
When i see you smile i melt
your eyes make me feel like I'm having a heart attack
but a good one
because I'm not gonna die while you're still beside me
you mean the world to me
and at risk of sounding creepy
I think your the one
and I need you
and
I love you.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
Your face-- it comes in the dead of night,
Those falling eyes-- that fleeting light,
What on earth gave you the right,
To push and pull-- to claw and bite,
The fight-- the fight-- of blood and knife,
You came in here in search of strife,
Just live your life- why can't you go,
You cannot bring me down so low,
Talk after talk-- everything you didn't show,
Don't push it back and expect it not to blow,
Your heart just oh so deadly,
Open your eyes so you can see,
Every stupid thing you did to me,
The end of months comes naturally,
Who caused the fall?
Does it really matter at all?
You’ve said your part— get up and go,
You have nothing left here to show,
All the words and up at night,
You know— looking back it doesn’t feel right,
The feeling I took from the time we spent,
Explains the way that my heart bent,
It was bent and burned,
Twisted and turned,
Ripped and wrought,
Left in it’s place an empty slot,
The time I lost will not come back,
But bad memories need not stay in as a rogue thumbtack.
Silver linings stay in every dark day,
Just close your eyes the clouds don’t have to stay...
Thoughts can be made anew,
Those memories can be slew,
The time I look may not be waste,
Just because it my poor taste,
We all may learn from what we do,
We push and pull as life’s working crew,
Life will fight back in return to every hit,
As the wall is broken— the room will be lit,
The sunshine will enlighten thee,
Close your eyes— One… Two… Three…
Now open— slow— and hold your tongue,
Hold your breath within your lung,
Exhale the air out to the sky,
Breathe in like its the last before you die,
Always live it like this one’s your last chance,
But never do the stupid fool’s dance,
If you do— you break the code,
You ruin everything since the start of the road,
There is a clear difference between the two,
You know— accidentally it and intending to,
Don’t do the dance— join the free,
Live your life how you want it to be,
Don’t ruin it with lies and fake,
You know— there might just be a soul at stake,
The end is clear from the start,
Though the middle is the most fun part.
--Jacob Dexter Coffey--
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
The words that you see here,
They were not for all to see,
Now I want them all to know,
How much you mean to me.
It doesn't really matter,
You fill my heart with pride,
The first time that I saw you,
I felt so much joy inside.
Prepare yourself for this world,
Take everything day by day,
On times when it gets too much,
I'm not too far away.
Your family will protect you.
We'll do whatever we can,
I love you so much, you're worth it.
You'll always be my little Sam.
(C) Andrew Dexter. 2001.
Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 5:20 AM UTC
I love science fiction,
I think it's harmless fun,
Just don't take it seriously,
There's simply no harm done.
I love watching star wars,
It may sound a little sad,
I love Doctor who as well,
I watched it with my Dad.
I like classic star trek,
My favourites are Kirk and Spock,
To boldly go where no man's gone,
The monsters always gave a shock.
They say it's all for children,
How wrong can they really be,
They say that I should get a life,
But it's done no harm to me.
(C) Andrew Dexter. 2012.
Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 4:58 AM UTC
An Angel’s Epoch.
–Jacob Dexter Coffey–
The feathers fall as sun draws dim,
The clouds then spark the songs so grim,
A knock–knock knock–knock way up high,
The thunder cracks–open the sky,
Once clouds hath cleared from Heaven’s view,
The tablet breaks to start anew,
The Haloed Stars doth cloth Earth’s floor,
Consequence of Metal- Blood- and Gore,
The brief battle- ****** scarlet blur,
Tread alow- anon- holy messenger,
When Heaven’s Wings protect the Gate,
The Light shall burn upon Damned-Hate,
Time’s chant fails not of constant beat,
Bow forth else face an ironclad fleet,
The hallow grounds doth plague the sight,
By severed ties- commence stellar fight…
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 7:28 PM UTC
Yo imma Apex Predator, tell me who be my competitor/
Yo imma Apex Predator, I look into the Mirror, that be my competitor/
Do not be mistaken that is not a Prideful statement/
Checking right outta da clinic I'm not virtuous with Patients(patience)/
Haa!
Misfit in Neighborhoods/ Wood crest I been sub-urban Free Man Opposite of Hood/
feeling like Huey really I'm "understood" like a single lady Target Practice add a "Miss" if you should/
living as a slave drink a cup of His "Blood"/ but I am Not a vampire you can check my diary "cuz!"/
Huh!!
Emotional after a Horror Show/
The genocide a steady toll as I fight for my Soul/
You'll never get me unless you greet me with Fists/
persecution may come imma Radical *********
I tell em bring it and I pull out a Massive fist/
Ladies are only worried bout how many lips I've kissed/
Never worry imma virgin(yes!!) and Pacifist/
Even though I could tongue Twist/ like am An Exorcist/
Ha!!
Not perverted in the Least/
I been fighting with myself forgetting I am a Beast/
Been elated elevated from the bottom to the feet/
So I "kneel " before the Father knowing nothing like"defeat"/
Start a war I be telling em get the Cranium/
Ready for Battle getting Fit in ya Brainy gym/
Challenge intelligence knowing that it is only Him/
I wish a Brother "wood lands"(would land) like the stadium/
Getcha Pride shot I got the Perfect gun /
Verbally assassinate and Hitchu like kasisi Nuns/
The Name Dexter I go Dum dee dee Dum/
Man Up! Lil boy I know that you're somebody's son/
Haa! Told to **** it I was looking for a Bible/
Dead to sin, Walking Dead, a Zombie that you Could stifle/
Die to gain Live for Christ no needing it for a Rifle/
Any body that come forward and Promise to be a Rival/
Ha!
Fruits of the Spirit on the table but your Plate is "Prideful"/
Think you a "Lion" but your lying rocking with mouth full/
Of disrespect do you neglect that you need to recycle/
The sin that Towers you like the Eiffel//
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
The woman I marry is gonna be so ****** up.
She's going to want to take walks on the beach.
She'll drown my Cheerios in milk every day.
She'll watch all these Serial Killer Documentaries
She and I will will hold hands as we drift to sleep.
We'll be Sid and Nancy on Halloween, her and me.
We'll have a pet turtle named Van Gogh.
I mean she is so ****** up...
Why else would she marry me.
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 8:34 PM UTC
Shout the name of Jesus,
Such a precious name,
Say it without fear,
Say it without Shame.
Never say in blasphemy,
Praise his name on high,
Remember what he did,
On the cross he was to die.
Jesus the lord and saviour,
He suffered with such pain,
The precious name of Jesus,
Do not use his name in vain.
Remember the lord Jesus,
Praised and glorified is he,
Don't forget what Jesus did,
He died for you and me.
(C) Andrew Dexter. 2005.
Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 5:13 AM UTC