She took me to the dark place
All I can remember is that she had a knife on her hand and I was screaming
haah haah haaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Louder and louder

And she was laughing she keep on laughing
I sew blood on the floor I looked at my body I sew a big hole one my stomach
Oh no she wants to **** me slow

Well she was about to take my eyes out
my mother wake me up

It was just a dream

what do you all poets do, haah ?
do you feel so much pain and sufferings ?
whare do you get all those feelings ?
why ain't you speaking ?



I can hear your breathe
It's warm and calm

that's what poets do  ... understand ?

Where is the lord on your mouth?
Where is the lord on your mind?
Money is your luck second?
Luxury is your lucky second.
Lucky second of death is nobody’s mission.
Making money in a second is our mission.
Corrupt is a man, where are men of good morals?
Corrupt is a woman, where are women of good morals?

Yeses, The Senior thought we can live without money.
****, The Senior for fools, he do not know life goes via money.
The Senior for bustards he will be poor forever.
Haaah haah, ******* are all the luck second of money  
Surely they think they will revivify in elevators via money.
****, haah what a messed up sonnet called luck second forever.

Written By: The Senior Date undefined

Hihi!...hihihi!
I am a witch
And I’m a creature of the night
I can make you a sandwich
Here! Take a bite!

Hur!...hur!...hur!...hur!...hur!
I am an ogre
And I’m a creature of the night
I can tear you asunder
Will you dare me a fight?

Hehe!...hehe!...he!
I am an elf
And I’m a creature of the night
Watch your step
Or I’ll take away your sight!

Huhuhuhuhuh!
I am a vampire
And I’m a creature of the night
Your blood is my desire
I wanna hold you tight!

Haah…aah…aah…
I am a banshee
And I’m a creature of the night
Come on, sing with me
To the grave be frozen with fright!

Awooh…wooh…wooh!
I am a werewolf! Woof!...Woof!
And I’m a creature of the night
Look at the top of your roof!...Woof!...Woof!
I’ve just hopped…Now, I’m on your right!

Brains…brains…brains…brains…brains!
I am a zombie
And I’m a creature of the night
I am coming to munch thee
Now run with all your might!

-03/10/2012
(Dumarao)
*created for English 413 under Dr. Minnie P. Chan

Not to paraphrase Heidegger...
rather for an idea to evolve
from da-sein: there-being...
id est:
             there's being: no concern
but yes, concern...
for every knot of no (indefinite
negation) through to
        not (definite negation) -
party theme, ex-prince halfpenny
'irty 'arry in mustard ***** khaki
as a stormtrooper
with Korean girl fetishes for
Yougo Boss the splendour of ZZ-top
Abwerh timid grey
und zee... nacht-schwarz-stiefel-lecken
of those... razor dressed
and attired... evil... evil: mensch...
menace of Yiddish
corrupting the Deutschezunge
that Hebrew could never arrive at
in either English, Spanish or Polish...
almost like baiting the Holocaust...
in the security industry
a sense of commeraderie unlike
communism something more personal
and disarming
humanising a sense of being more
than a traffic cone high viz *****
parody...
so from dasein through to: actual
(but not authentic -
    authentic replaced by synthetic
in turn reaching out from beyond Kant
to contravene analytical approaches)
concern: synonym da-sein:
there nowhere to here and transcendental
through and into her...
a sense of being:
but not associated with time or space...
a mishmash of **** stink cobwebs
***** and spit...
         a zu-sein...
borne of and somewhat off:
together... without a quality adjective
suffic attache -ness
            id est id: vivo, ovo, occulus...
******... ***** Cyclops...
                 zusammen-sein...
      which is more than I can say
for the Idlamic project to convert secular
post-atheistic Europe...
proto-athristic...
it's almost as if these Arabs and pseudo
Pakistani Arabs never figured out
that Pan-Slavism existed long
before the current Pan-Arabic
failure rummaging in it's own filth
of wealth not properly distributed
under the principles of Izlam...
Pan-Germanism was short lived
and it never really was: to begin with...
not even with the aid of the North
America outlet of experiment.
yes: apostrophe is both the 'ebrew
YOD as is 10 and the consonant
******: for the two vowel catchers
of laughter and of sighs (HaaH)
better still: H'H... hayah...
"we" can fiddle with the W as cosine
and maybe even M via the sine fluctuation
or... just appreciate
the flow of the river
or the tumultuous errands of
seawaves nibbling and framing
the shores... as the Moon ***** around
with metaphors of chariots and
chiseled horse hooves.