"hellacious" poems
Oh, what a horrible night
Definitely not late December back in '63
These are the Frankie valleys of my days
Night is always black
Night always comes back
Night envelopes us in the abyss
And makes us cherish light
Heightening our senses
To help us handle the unknown
When my days are filled with stimulation
The stillness of night sinks me
Into quicksand mixed by
The current of my mind
Overflowing into the sands of time
And reminds me
Of the stillness of my eyes locked on you
Or the stillness of my actions as you walk by
Or the stillness of my heart when you call me a ******
My frustration boiled
Night's black tar
So I bottled it up
Placed it in a syringe
And medicated my love with darkness
I worked my first job at the local Kroger's
People would leave with everything they wanted
And I'd push their empty carts back into the store
The artificial lights of the street lamps
Lacked warmth
Their hypnotic buzz highlighted
The stillness of night
Making me wonder if there was any way I could be happy
Similar to when activity would die down in rehab
A pitiful wretch left to his faculties
I'd stare out the window
Into the concrete chasm
And wonder if happiness could be found by someone like me
Night continues
Night confines
Day comes
And goes
Night returns
Night reburns
Night relearned
I really hate to see the day come to an end
It'd be alright if I was on the bay with a pen
But I live near sulfur vents
Inside a searing tent
Where the hellacious temperature rises rapidly
Despite the absence of the sun's warmth
The hellfire of night
Reminisces of those
I have thoroughly failed
And my overwhelming remorse
As I stare out my window
Into the bramble ravine
I wonder about the possibility of contentment
The stillness of night answers me
But at least now I can open the door
And charge into the night headstrong
To search frantically
For someone who
Erases my history
And writes my future
And makes me wonder if I could ever be happier
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 4:13 AM UTC
Churches and cathedrals filled with paralegal misfits,
its just sick how beautiful nations can come to this.
Bowing down on knees just to see a better view,
quoting a bunch of words or two,
you lie sins still comes in multiples.
I know because I've seen many clips being load,
and triggers pulled to explode flesh just to expose the soul.
You wash your faces with holy water,
then when service is over your back on corners bringing wars such as black on black slaughter.
Selling dopamine to fends hellacious scenes seems to be clear to see hell-raiser dreams I seem to intervene,
contradictions to competitions, imperfect visions,
natural destruction I can't believe,
a deep pit I can't perceive.
Arab stores selling crack, Coors and ****** ******
Nobody scores in this world of imperfections.
A twisted method and deal we keep our lips sealed,
and peace is killed all because of the choices of freewill.
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 8:34 AM UTC
oh the unholy chores of my withered lord
of my remorseless discord
must stop the hordes as though an indian from the cupboard
smothered
in the rugged stubbornness of my hellacious mischief and deviance
sounding out the ingredients of my grievances and disobedience
patient expediance.
Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 6:49 PM UTC
Slide to Unlock
When inspiration is imprisoned,
insight,
a crime-of-no-passion victim,
strangled by codification,
clothed in a prison uniform,
where uniform be another word for a
poet's death sentence.
When dream interruptus,
is a nightly altercation,
a hellacious sensation,,
rolling of the dice,
rewarding the dreamer
with an not-so-good ending to his
falling sensation,
or, for an old school type (me),
the nightmare worst:
A world sans punctuation!
The truth about what haunts you,
in the valley of dried bones grows whiter,
even Vishvaksena and his armies
helpless, cannot eradicate.
Then, your iPad reminds:
"Sir, sometimes you have to
Slide to Unlock!"
Slide to unlock the aggravations,
Let it out with disregard,
Let us know how you feel
When the constriction in the throat
From the things you can't say
Stops making you choke.
Truth is out of style,
common decency is a phrase
unused
or just abused.
The only difference between liar and fair,
a single letter and a
rearrangement of the facts
to suit yourself.
So I like you fine,
I like you better even,
now that it's ok to slide
beneath the fielder's tag
and get in your face and
unlock what rumbling around
in the ruins of my psyche,
ruminations about this and that,
released with a flourish and a rich
***** you!
But I like it, like you best
when in the pursuit of life, liberty and happiness,
it's ok for me to politely inform you
to fk off!
So,
I do declare myself
unlocked
and in your face
booked!
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
•
*You are the sole yellow rose that I see,
In the amidst of this wicked and vexatious wilderness,
You've captured my heart,
With your bright, delightful and auspicious hue,
My eyes are affix to your alluring nature,
And a picture of you I keep dearly in my heart.
I walk into the hellacious pathway,
The pathway that draw stripes on me,
I did try to endure all throe and grief,
'Cause after this endeavor,
You'll fill me with beautitude and love,
And my triumph I will lavish upon you as I hold you in my arms.
Now I have succeeded and hold firm grip on you,
All aches been covered up with my overwhelmed soul,
Your thorns I've eliminated and put end to your excruciation,
I hold you so close to me and keep you safe in my chest,
I will never let you go and I'll bathe you with my love,
We will conquer the world together, forever 'til eternity.*
with love <3
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 6:55 AM UTC
*You are the deep blue sea,
my red shimmering sun
little
by
little
sinks deeper
a gasp,
a silver shiver, exquisite
inside the dense waters
sun moves in sensuous pace
arousing hellacious passions, sea hides
makes her yell out
in thousand voices of seagulls
Intense spasmodic waves
rise and fall transmitting euphoric notes
that dissolve in the gentle golden light
of a lone curious star, watching
without batting an eyelid.*
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
I live in north Florida
That's just a hop, skip, and a jump
From the land known as Georgia
Where "Honey Boo Boo" holds court with her mom
If'n you don't know "Honey Boo Boo"
Your in for a treat or more than one
She's a multi car train wreak
That you can't turn your eyes away from
First let me explain the state of Georgia
So this family ya'll will understand
Not long ago they re-dirted both paved roads
Said progress was getting out of hand
So with that said and done
And formalities out of the way
Lets turn our attention back to our star attraction
And see what she has to say
Her fame started on Toddlers & Tiaras
Reality shows we all seem to love
From The Crazed Housewives to The Kardashion's
America can not get enough
And since it's on T.V. it's gotta be true
Have you ever tried her drink sensation
Of Red Bull and Mountain Dew, She likes to call "Go Go Juice"
It'll put a hurtin' on you
And who wouldn't want to see a six year old
With that kind of Hellacious Buzz
What goes through my mind when I look at that is
Ahhh, Redneck Motherly Love
So you had better redneckonize her!
If you know what's good for you
Cause a dolla makes her holla!
I'm so glad they've brought back the **** Tube...
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 8:10 AM UTC
We've got sounds, we've got city.
It's really coming down but I can't see it.
Airplanes? Apollo or just another meteor?
Weekend Thunder Wind on Friday morning.
I can carry the thick. I can carry the idle.
But my sea legs don't kick in while I'm standing on dry soil.
If it's going to be Red Dawn, I'd like to at the very least
Have a chance to put my boots on. But if it's not Construction or the chill Of Winter, it might just be the Weekend Thunder Wind doing fly-bys on a Friday morning.
All night hungry burning sweet grass, California sage, and listening to the wind talks of the Navajo. She's asleep at my back, but the gusts are 21 miles per hour and chasing after all the gales. Another slamming, shaking crash from the Weekend Thunder Wind acting spoiled on a Friday morning.
Dogs they **** inside the house.
The shingles are getting gone.
The tuning of the A-string is brutally wrong and off.
I can hear T. Rex's dancing and having ******
Or maybe it's just the Weekend Thunder Wind waking up one day too early.
I've been haunted thrice and seen my guts ooze out
Its hellacious and abhorrent.
But there's 17 more hours to hang out with
The Weekend Thunder Wind while we get coffee and The Chicago Quarterly.
If the Spring weather will be arriving soon.
Let's wear our Ray Ban's and fly kites this afternoon.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 8:09 AM UTC
I Adore you , I Love the way You speak,
The way you move, I Love to Love Ya.
Through Hellacious events and even moody times.
I love you more in every way. So baby bring it all to me.
I will always Love you til Death do us part and in
sickness and health we shall have our Love as well as Wealth.
Death as well as Poverty,
as I wish upon a star for all to go
Well and superb as the shooting star never stops
I wont ever stop Lovin you
cause you are so hot stick sweet from your head down to you feet.
So pour some sugar on me,
but not to deep for to got as far down
WELL we gotta savour that taste of Love and passion,
The sweetness of truth on the tongue
of passion and the massage of Exstacy
within Your arms Flowin down your body as we
intertwine ourselves in a
Portal of seduction which Leads to a
Reproduction of the Lovelyness
that is My Immortal Beloved to Her
King on ancient wings of worldly power
will Give all my Love to you drastically
wanting to Dine on your Platter Like
Romeo and Julliets Hot ***
Not only to make you wet but as
well to make you mine until death
and beyond in Lovers Lane.
Deaths will not touch our
Coiled embrace as we set
on into the sun were
Earth Hits Wind and Starts to caresse
The Fire which is this passion for
Life Long with You no matter how old
and decrepped we get,
Our passion for each other is left
to be said that A Heart is a House for Love,
and while we ride together to
everlasting Life Exstacy takes a
hold of us just like The key to my
Ever loving Heart to My Empress as
well as my Immortal Daimond in the Ruff,
so I will take one jump ahead of that
line and Show you a whole new world
as we show sweet love face down ***
up in the air toggling my juicy energies
that call out for your sweetness Essence of ******
so I ask Are you Ready For Me My Immortal,
My Rib, My Everything,
Under this sweet moon we call Life ;
We careese every minute as its our
Last so Scream as Loud as you want
in that pillow as I release My Anocanda
within your cave to explore all the
wonders of My Immortal Goddess....
So Are You Ready??
Mar 8, 2010
Mar 8, 2010 at 8:24 PM UTC
through the
Humbling Portal
of these
Hallowed Pages
you'll find
Hesitant Plunges
both by new
and "older"
Honored Poets
using
Harmonious Palettes
to create
Haunting Pictures
sometimes giving a
Heavenward Peek
through
Hypnotic Potpourri
Heady Perfume
even
Happy Poison
while
Hapless Pixies
and
Hopeful Prophets
Hunt Pearls
and
Hold Parades
that result in
Holy Pandemonium
yet
within our reach are
Homegrown Peaches
Hanging Pome
for our
Hungry Prowling
as we read
tales of
Heartless Paramours
Hissing Pit-vipers
who gave
Half Promises
we decipher
Humorous Puzzles
Hardest Perplexities
based on
Hysterical Pretexts
until our eyes see only
Haphazard Pixels
on the screen
and in a
Helpless Panic
we quickly read
the notes
a
Hasty Postlude#
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC
Often I think of Billy,
with his great white eyes
& his tats,
arms full of grinning devils,
scorpions & pentagrams.
He was a hellacious gunner
& he loved to use the kabar
& we missed him
when he rotated
back to the world.
Often I think of Billy,
with his great white eyes
& his tats,
arms full of grinning devils,
scorpions & pentagrams.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 5:17 AM UTC
brewing potion with ritual
reciting chants, merely verbal
niching these little caviar
a mixture of gravitas and war
such ladle so long enough to combine
a virgin's blood with a spoon of wine
perhaps adding a buckskin would suffice
this hellcat's hellacious bliss
a bushel of a misogynist's intestine,
must not forget to hitch gobs of sharks fin,
augment a pair of an old man's sight
then smatter the hogs' teeth bite
sing song this dark lullaby
you ought to hear plead and cry
smell and smear this fatal brew
any life it shall take and shoo
death will come and it will reign
blood will begrime and it will stain
thoroughly toting the daring deathly hex
seeking a prey who must be next
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 10:52 PM UTC
We're weathering this unbecoming world of words. In the womby vortex of disgusting speech. We're not the movement in which your mouth commoves in disgusting misuse and hellacious abuse. Shame on you! We're already sickened by your pageantry and similar symbolism, simile, and pedantic matters of the hand. Someone should have stopped you. Your shoes don't fit and are rather unflattering. We're well rested Reader's of the greater digest and your context is unsuitably off. We've noted this recipe of disasterous dactyls and abhorrent lines that masquerade limerick like a proverb when it ought not be an idiom. We're weary to walk in your idiot-dom, your startlingly stark choice of anti-matter, and material of unsettling misuse so indigestibally obtuse. She says you've manufactured passages with verbose tapestries of word laxatives. We're unimpressed by how many fuxks you've given. Lessons like these are earned not given, not learned but lived. We're not meant to cure your ails, only forward your adjectives, and collect your mail.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC
Relay the message
There's something I'm detecting
I promise to respect it
But if he's being neglectful
Let me become careful
Caresome
Deceitless
Excuse my grammar
Im speechless
Broad day
Thinking
Dreaming
Wishing
That he's slippin
Falling right off the edge into the ocean
Leaving your heart open
Right? Open ?
When he become irresponsible and lock his keys behind the closed door; tell me that he's the only one who can't access room in your heart!!!
Ocean no!
I hope that you don't dive in behind him and allow yourself to sway from captain to captain
I hate to be captious
But
Mermaids aren't meant to be captured by a man who's heart is fractured
My net is full of caress
So while the both of you is near the cliff; I'm somewhere onshore
Ready to reel you in with so much lure
Tell him
Tell him now
That when he clown
Which results into your frowns
Let him know that I'm in town
Right around the corner
Right up the street
No where far
On the same boulevard
But if you're smart
This is where you'll start
Where you'll Start To finish
Just end it !!
I know I don't have your heart, but I'm still in it
You know how I know?
Because of his senses
His senses, make him ask you; who is it?
Who's the guy?
"How is it that I make you feel low
And somehow your still high"
His blemish
My good intentions
His senses
See how tense he is
Makes my wish list
So I'm whispering
"Do it, do it, do it"
And you are listening
But your lips isn't twitching
You kno he'll lose it
Your eyes are glistening
His eyes is blistering
I wish I was present for witnessing
Strange because I'm smiling for your cries
Waiting for you to tell him goodbye
So I can actualize on his lies.
Capitalize on his disguise
Tell him
Tell him that it's me, who he thought that he was when he was not being truthful
His creativity and imagination
Is ambiguous and hellacious
Let him know that he have your heart, but it belong to someone else
Also make it clear that he antagonized on someone else's prize
And while your eyes are teary; you laugh and tell him that someone else has come to title him as your last
At this point He knew this wasn't gonna last, but he must ask
And ask
Again and again
Who is he?
Then you tell him ...
Tell him that he met me before and I looked him dead in the eyes like a man but didn't shake his hand.
...
Tell him that I basically told him
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 4:33 AM UTC
The splattered skunk lies
spread eagled on the road,
creating a new white line,
where none existed before;
I fly on by at seventy-five
wrapped in my race car mode,
the skunk is mangled badly,
his inner being has no core.
Huge black ravens hippity-hop,
as I close the gap between us,
nonchalantly, as if to say,
hey- I was here before you;
I watch them dodge me and
I mutter out a silent cuss,
the mess is hardly recognizable,
a mass of protoplasm I call goo.
The stench of dying musk prevails,
gets you coming and gets you going,
I breathe though my mouth,
but the odor still is prevalent;
there are dead animals on the street,
dried blood not longer flowing,
bigger ones can wreck your auto
or leave one hellacious dent.
We **** them this way or another,
with guns and our pollution,
some that were, are now no more
extinct, or **** close to it;
I wish we could pass a law
or come up with a resolution,
that saves all creatures from our wrath,
before the day we rue it.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 8:09 PM UTC
it's wet, it glistens, it glitters
listen to your ********
don't quit
that fella's hellacious
give him head
hella ********
don't be coy
tell him where to stick it
tell him to lick it
tell him to search & destroy
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 7:07 PM UTC
So to say cool say so to pray how do we handle a bad day, to love, to hate , to excite the gate of mortality.
To dine in hell, to desire in heaven how does honey loose its sting. To Love in Desire and
to F***k on a wire... We made Love today in Anger,
We made Love today in Pain,
We made Love today in Desire,
We made Love today in Lust...
I Love Her
We F**k today Out of Love
We F**K today Out of Need
We F**ck today out of Marriage
I Love Her
Do we Consimate Anger
Do we Consimate Danger
Do we Consimate Spirit
I Hate our fights
I Hate our strife
I Hate to survive than thrive
I Love You
The sweet fire of Passions Eye
The sweet Passion of thine Thighs
So sweet of your Lips
So sensual are your Hips
To **** with the mind
To Shape the body
To be greedy and **** with kindness
To Love out of Pain
To Love out of Shame
To **** our Regrets
To **** with prospects
Do we Consimate,
Do we hesitate,
To Love, To Hate
To Lust, To Desire
To ***** To Rub
To Bash, To Clash
Do we Consummate our Love/Hate Relationship
Do we Consummate Our Intensity of Marriage
When we cry we Hurt
When we cry we Enjoy
the way we Love heaven flows up above
To sway from hellacious fellings is to Hinder True dealing
To mindfuly Love
To mindfully Hate
Shall we Conssumate
Our marraige Flows
Our marraige Glows
Our feelings go
to were we can only Show
I Love Her
We Made Love today towards Anger,Pain,Lust, Love,Reunion,Soulfully feelin
We made Love today for so many reason but most of all
We made Love today because We miss each other, because We Love each other.... I Love Her
So Deep,So Rough
Intense, I could never Get enuff of US
I Love Her so Much
Mar 15, 2010
Mar 15, 2010 at 3:21 AM UTC
Way too small the back seat
nope, not getting it on, back there
lets recline the front ones
hmm, not a simple kind of dare
The rush down nerves and veins
electric, to fingers and toes
static and shocking, raising hairs
but thrilling, as it flows
Hormones rage and crescendo
wanting, our bodies to meet
hitting the door handle instead
and falling into the street
They call them Smart cars
I think that's a hellacious lie
no how to do the deed
God knows, we had to try
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 11:21 AM UTC
Alone, I ponder my lost condition
Led astray by the son of perdition
Right or wrong will no longer have meaning
Things that I do, forever demeaning
The faint stench of sulfer now fills the air
Haunted by his eyes, his hellacious stare
His laughter mocks me as he claims his prize
The veins on his face are filled with his lies
Tempted, I stoop to a whole new level
Fooled by his voice, I follow the devil
The enchanting smile that covers his face
Now holds me captive, I fall in disgrace
My will now broken, I have no control
For he holds the strings, his puppet, my soul
Oct 6, 2010
Oct 6, 2010 at 10:09 PM UTC
Like the mountains we admired.
I'm time worn.
Once praiseworthy, mighty, enduring.
Sculpted by winds of change.
Carved by a harrowing gaze.
Reduced to sediment, caressed by the currents of time.
Like the seas we longed for.
I'm abundant.
Everlasting, spellbinding, looming.
Now polluted, rotting from the surface
Stagnant where I lie.
Once most of your world.
Like the winds; once at our back.
I'm adrift.
Fluent, nimble, restless.
Tempted by canyons, gullies, and meadows alike.
Hellacious squalls begging at sealed windows.
Searching for you.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC
MIDDLE OF MY MIND
Many explanations for what are personal exclamations, sights unseen by the the ones that are keen
Tastes and smells sights or sounds, simple hints that lead to something so profound
Electric waves washing over me, mixing mental physical energy to create negative synergy
We lie in wait at a familiar gate opening to an unknown fate, minor glimpse for what is inbound
Forcing me down, swift or slow still leaving it's frown,frozen in time yet another check in my diary
Sampling a storm,hellacious hurricane to circling cyclone, electric waves fluctuate on a battle ground
Mystical madness robs our gladness, strong voo doo, frothing foaming wild animal halting my stamina, taking moments of our legal sanity
Sudden stagnation of time like stopping sands through the hourglass,seeking escape while the spasms further impound
Another frightened night falling into the fold, moments ago we were so bold, now I prepare for random phantoms to make their inquiry
Un rehearsed Dark drama silently awaiting, constricting contrast, marked moments, embedding memories that may soon pass or will I be drowned
The mystery in the middle of my mind leaves me wondering, it's appeal has a hidden zeal like a mysterious friend who may play nice or leave an injury
A witness saw my soul, blindsided into oblivion, came again without showing it's role, survival came again today, maybe tomorrow my resting place be found. R.C.
"Peace Takes Practice"
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 5:04 AM UTC
This imbecilic idiot
Is such a ***** hypocrite,
Claims he doesn't like something
Then he goes and does it.
This idiotic little ****
God, I'm so sick of him!
Swears on everything he'll do something...
Another broken promise. So much for "King."
However, this little idiot isn't all that bad
Sticking his neck out for his friends, that's pretty effin' rad.
Cheering on others with his honest stupidity
The fort of his forte? Creativity.
But he's so **** gullible, it's hilarious.
Emotions easy to sway, nearly nefarious.
Realization of foolery causes him to become precarious
Trying to get it off of his chest, so tedious.
He drifts off to a point where he can evade his emotions
Lulling to a sense where his humanity has become atrocious
Satisfied with his faulted life at a rate hellacious
Never a ruse - wash, rinse, and repeat the sequence.
An Optimistic Nihilist, so sick of the lies
Of the retries, rehearsed lines
Broken minds, psyche blinds
Snapped ties, subliminal signs
Wasted times, goodbyes
Wiping the tears from his eyes.
Wearing an invisible mask
Though enjoying life as if it weren't a task
His moniker never known to the world
His name is K- no. It won't be revealed to the world.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
I wade the waters of my fear
And know why Jesus walked above
I am immobilized except for tears
As terror shoves to fit the glove
The silent dogs that run the fence
Whose presence is felt not heard
To snake fangs that make me winch
Slurs my speech faltering all my word
The angels sit upon the wall
Casting lots on when my time expires
So Adam this is how you fall
From Heaven's grace down to hellacious fires
So dance with me on the graves at sea
On the promises you will never keep
Come wade the waters of my fear
Watch out for stingrays beneath your feet
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 12:24 AM UTC
haint gonna mock ridiculous science
asper to be bled
dark practices to leech out mailer daemons,
not so laughable nor in cred
double, when oppressed diabolical dread
oompah loompah fealty l'chaim fled
as hand grenades explode within my head
mettlesome monsters
make mercuric chrome dome feel like a led
zeppelin with fractured stairway to heaven in stead...
delivers me zombies, where angels fear to tread
cuz, the devil and psyche did wed
shotgun Swedish crow did house mafia style
wrenched, wrested wretched
mental state most intense (no croc) dial
shattered, slewed, splintered sanity,
thus practitioner with "FAKE" know how aisle
apprentice Aunt Roadie,
who will skewer me evil spirits den da deuce
till I beak home one sacrificed overly cooked goose
a burnt offering shish kabob
no longer able to raise cane on the loose
like a red bull
rocky on the shoals of a frantically angry moose
livid with rage
(akin to diary of mad a housewife)
entropy written, where death will be only truce
pyromaniac qua ramshackle shanty (tinderbox)
unleashes wicked zeal
hellacious incendiary juiced ride
up plies noisome rubbery odor,
sans hot wheel
along the outer limits of functionality explosions
precipitate like drops of molten steel
routing hunger, searing nostrils,
tearing tenuous fragile tethered tendrils
self cannibalizing via tooth and nine inch nail
linkedin with nauseousness as thine meal
exemplary asper full blown panic attack
lodged within mine genetic blooper print deal.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 11:27 AM UTC