on the first date
she confided in me
i have a chromosomal disorder, disorder, disorder
i need love and pain strangely mixed together
my elixirs
i suffer reality distoooorrtions
a ghastly Vatican of ****** compulsions
my soul is black matter
my **** a seething cauldron of despicable desire
my *** cries for homicidal cruelty

mold me into a *******
fold me like a two dollar beach chair
the wrong way
tear me to bits
unwind my intestine
eat me like a blood ******* ghoul
make me squirm like an anime victim

i thought oh finally a soul mate
with soul

strange as a Dionysian mad hatter on hallucinogenics
hot girl creeping
grimacing at me
meandering conjurations by ****** contortions
stunning impersonations of a Fellini impaling
shes a famous artist
keeps broodish bowels and blood tampons in stainless vitrines
spot lighted
ready for her debut at the
Museum of Modern Art

she blows torrents of snot like ****
her beautiful desperate tongue searching the upper lip
a salty runny viscoses snack
oozy
finding it finally with her frenetic tongue
feeding her gooey ****
with wet fingers
oh yummy yum goo
up her *** too

first smiling then hideous scowls
exposed teeth
posing with a knife
wana see me cut my self bad boy, she taunts
wana see my impersonation of pizza with extra tomato sauce

blood blood *** in the be in the bed
wipe it up with ginger bread

some how she miraculously bulges her eyes out
then performs, ******* lips as if a minnow in a fish jar

pointing to her ***
giving me that **** hurt me twisted look
how about a peanut butter jelly ******* sandwich
with a side of ****** feet
**** and **** on toes
its especially prized this day of the month
as her **** tears like a vampires mouth, a torrent of blood
pouting **** with white red stained thighs that break a mans heart
*** nothing at all she quips
just a little accident
do you like it?
as she glares like an invitation
to play slip and slide bare foot in her puddle of blood

oh she made me *****
my cherry red **** having a nervous breakdown
from apoplectic horror gasms
a dose of heavens hell

i want her
she is voluptuous like a dozen venomous snakes
copulating in warm soup dark water everglades
she is slither theater

curdling screams
then muggling *******
brought on by the first belly stab
falling to her knees
looking up shocked
mouth gaping
eyes wide
grinning
glance steady
holding holding holding
the belly cut
a cacophonous modern dance of agony
followed by rapturous convulsing *******
that went on and on and on

get a bat she implored

she is a real ******* movie star
the Greta Garbo of *****
a dark jewel
a must have
a hell wife
goddess of dread
a ******* *** genius
my best girl ever

fused by desire
we kissed like **** loving catholic priests
in adoration of their savior
young boy *** castrato hitting the high notes


she looked up with desperation
eyes with glittering tears
and said
are you my black knight?
do you know how to hurt a girl
are you my
Vex Mallus
Dr Satan
Marquis De Sick
Nick Nick
Dark Officer
Remus the Werewolf
Dom Sugar Daddy
Pit Bull
Tommy the Tummy Gutter
5 o'clock Shadow
London Cabby
Amputee ******
Uncle Surgery Gone Wrong
King of the Carpathian Vampires
my sweet kissy Kitten

ooohh yes i said
i am all that for loves sake
albeit twisted
i am what you crave.. your no taboo lover boy
your ******* licking foot slave with a razor in hand
a bubble of poison between my legs
your homicidal suicidal cockealiciousness

she said good,
now that we have that settled
can we go out for dinner
ill be dressed in a jiffy
if i can find my dead skirt
of soft white gauze
with that lovely motif of dread red
and my precious toe tag jewelery

✧
Everyone says that *Diamonds are a girls best friend
Everyone says that jewelery are a girls best friend
Everyone says that make up is a girls best friend
✧
but they do not know the truth
i do not think they understand
✧
if she could she would be a shadow
which no one can see
away from society
✧
in the night she stays awake
because he is cold and unforgiving
✧
I don't think you understand
she'll never walk away
because she has no where to go
she is alone in this world so cold
✧
she puts up a mask to not answer the hurting questions
so she can go further on the hurting road full of diamonds
✧
if she had the choice between life and death
she would choose death
because she can't stand the pain anymore
the pain of diamonds cutting through her skin
*✧

The store would soon be closing-
it was fifteen to the four-
When the bells began to jingle-
as the old gent came thru the door.

A "dapper" chap with a bowler hat-
a three piece suit, to look his best-
And when he turned, you could see it--
a watch fob, draped across his vest.

With a pale, and wrinkled fist
in his hand, he firmly grasped-
A black, and polished "walking stick",
which added to his class.


He stood there, as if frozen,
poised upon the floor-
As his eyes perused the displays,
neatly placed throughout the store.

"Gentlemen, I would like to see,
your "time pieces" of variety-
Pocket watches, by which they're known,
and since a child, I've always owned."

From his accent, he was English-
with a bit of Scottish brogue-
Perhaps, here on a visit-
or on a trip around the globe.

"Allow me sir," the clerk replied-
to show you all our stock-
"Some pieces are rather old and rare-
and kept under key and lock."

He laid his hat atop a case-
and propped the stick against a wall-
Then began an examination
of those "time pieces", one, and all.

The mantle clocks began to chime-
and a cuckoo came alive-
The old gent seemed astonished-
that his "time piece" noted "five."

"Gentlemen, I must apologize",
showing a little red upon his face,
"But, I'll be back on the 'morrow'
to this fascinating place."

With hat in hand, he placed it-
hiding hair of solid gray-
Then doffed his hat, and smiling-
stepped through the door and walked away.


At closing time, they still weren’t through-
for they all had a job to do-
They had to clean the entire shop-
and each had a choice, broom, or mop?

Shades were drawn across the doors-
as each began their chosen chores,
When one called out, in a voice so thick-
“that old gent forgot his stick!”

There it was, the "stick", often called a "cane",
for their use is much the same-
Standing *****, against the wall,
with a shaft, a half inch thick, and thirty-six tall

But, it was the "hilt", the handle,
also called a "haft”-
That was the perfect compliment
to that "straight and perfect" shaft.

It glistened, and reflected-
and a joy to behold-
For that haft was fashioned
in 18 karat gold.

Oh, it was beautiful, don't you see-
from a pharaoh's treasure, it could be-
How could such a piece be left behind,
a piece so intricately designed?

On many accessories of it's kind-
there is a space, that is designed,
Either on the top, or on the side-
to which a name can be applied.

Ah yes, a person, perhaps someone of fame-
for in old fashion, style, and script,
Was etched the name of
"Noah Zane."

The cane was wrapped in  jeweler's cloth,
and placed inside the safe-
For the "old gent" would be returning
to this "fascinating place."

With a sigh, I have to tell you,
tho' sad, but it's a fact-
That "old gent" who had the stick-
he never did come back!

Shops of like were "queried"
both jewelery and the pawn-
And neither hint, nor clue was found-
for that "old gent" was gone.

So, what has come of the "stick",
or "cane" you wish to call?
I'm sitting here looking at it-
for its mounted on my wall.

(Thanks folks, for your patience)
copyright-richard riddle- April 15, 2014

The store would soon be closing-
it was fifteen to the four-
When the bells began to jingle-
as the old gent came thru the door.

A "dapper" chap with a bowler hat-
a three piece suit, to look his best-
And when he turned, you could see it--
a watch fob, draped across his vest.

With a pale and wrinkled fist
in his hand, he firmly grasped-
A black, and polished "walking stick",
which added to his class.


He stood there as if frozen,
poised upon the floor-
As his eyes perused the displays,
neatly placed throughout the store.

"Gentlemen, I would like to see,
your "time pieces" of variety-
Pocket watches, by which they're known,
and since a child, I've always owned."

From his accent, he was English-
with a bit of Scottish brogue-
Perhaps, here on a visit-
or on a trip around the globe.

"Allow me sir," the clerk replied-
to show you all our stock-
     Some pieces are rather old and rare-
and kept under key and lock."

He laid his hat atop a case-
and propped the stick against a wall-
Then began an examination
of those "time pieces", one, and all.

The mantle clocks began to chime-
and a cuckoo came alive-
The old gent seemed astonished-
that his "time piece" noted "five."

"Gentlemen, I must apologize",
showing a little red upon his face,
"But, I'll be back on the 'morrow'
to this fascinating place."

With hat in hand, he placed it-
hiding hair of solid gray-
Then doffed his hat, and smiling-
stepped through the door and walked away.


At closing time, they still weren’t through-
for they all had a job to do-
They had to clean the entire shop-
and each had a choice, broom, or mop?

Shades were drawn across the doors-
as each began their chosen chores,
When one called out, in a voice so thick-
“that old gent forgot his stick!”

There it was, the "stick", often called a "cane",
for their use is much the same-
Standing *****, against the wall,
with a shaft, a half inch thick, and thirty-six tall

But, it was the "hilt", the handle,
also called a "haft”-
That was the perfect compliment
to that "straight and perfect" shaft.

It glistened, and reflected-
and a joy to behold-
For that haft was fashioned
in 18 karat gold.

Oh, it was beautiful, don't you see-
from a pharaoh's treasure, it could be-
How could such a piece be left behind,
a piece so intricately designed?

On many accessories of it's kind-
there is a space, that is designed,
Either on the top, or on the side-
to which a name can be applied.

Ah yes, a person, perhaps someone of fame-
for in old fashion, style, and script,
Was etched the name of
"Noah Zane."

The cane was wrapped in  jeweler's cloth,
and placed inside the safe-
For the "old gent" would be returning
to this "fascinating place."

With a sigh, I have to tell you,
tho' sad, but it's a fact-
That "old gent" who had the stick-
he never did come back!

Shops of like were "queried"
both jewelery and the pawn-
And neither hint, nor clue was found-
for that "old gent" was gone.

So, what has come of the "stick",
or "cane" you wish to call?
I'm sitting here looking at it-
for its mounted on my wall.

(Thanks folks, for your patience)
copyright-richard riddle- April 15, 2014

Taking root inside hearts,
poisoning people, manipulating their pulse.

Time after time, their visions gets blur,
they don't know what they are doing
that all they do is not their own.

Hearts of gold, jewelery emblossoming their minds. Flowers made by money, adorning their heads, they'd do anything to get that extra cash.

When they lose everything they have,
they break, they wither, they melt down crying bitterly. They counted their lives on money, leaned on them,
made out of them, that when they lose it all, all they do is to break down and sob.

An ongoing murderer, not yet caught,
embraced even, they wear it like a gown. It will not be long till they fall
down, down, down.

Wake up, everyday I think of wayz to cake up, love a **** mutt,
Control the gut, never waste my nut, in a ****, yo what the ****,
Is going on, sounds of the ****, rip through each n every song,
Yo, I been destined for greatness, right, loves to be wrong,
Gorgeous flows, jewelery drippin, like my cinnamon tippin, chipped in, check the luxurious pimpin'
Never simpin, gangsta mack, hold that, back to three mill stacks,
Watch my back, cuz friends quick to get you cracked, no lack,
Stay with the Gods, play against odds, crawl through the fog,
Smog, smells good, got my girl riding my mourning wood,
Mighty stealthy, combat mind state wealthy, clean the filthy,
Dark knight genesis, bane yoked design, conquer the innocent,
Baggy denizens, split liquor with my blood citizens, then again,
Miss the pen state, yep, back on the streets, flooding with sin,
Cant help it, product of a failed society, hate eyeing me,
Buying me, time to focus on ecstasy, next to me, bottle of henny,
White with the beanie, sun kiss, by the darkness, hawk this,
Early bird gets the worm, **** what ya heard, dont be absurd,
Before ya body be, floating like a terd, sheeps dont get heard,
Only herd, to the slaughter house, I brought a house, quarter mil,
Chill in the high hills, of Brazil, no deal, pass the steels,
To a better, greater activator, body burn, from the cremator,
Executioner, spiritual foreigner, lost in the false world, hells pearls,
Still gleaming our girls, fire up the woods, mis over understood,
Welcome to black hollyhood, venus fly trap, gotta watch my cap,
Salariez flying high, I might seal up the sky, dont ask why,
A ***** like me, living comfy, joy of a **** Bumpy, johnsons,
Tote the Bronson, steel man im so real, cool as a bladeless fan,
Got a gang of fans, in demand, high head, plans making jams,
Something for ya mind, to groove to, invoke you, through spiritual,
Apollo kid,look at the moon, sixty nine, ways to quote a gaze,
Amazed by the starship,of rhymes I took time, to define a sign,
Virgo star, was born, calm when I'm near the eyes of the storm,
Verge of war, from Jan to December, yo I remember, the true ender,
Identify myself as pure, got da wolverine cure, cant bruise me,
Out do me, ya bout as lost as ******, doo pitching woos,
Only to the cuties who, ready to be sanctified, and amplified,
Then crucified, from the mental pair of eyes, soon you'll realize,
This ain't a disguise, hang with wise guys, analyze ya third eye,
Creating a sty, dont look at me shy, I'm B I G,
so I've been ready to die,

Who's the grimiest diamond state pacifist lyricist coldest dish
Swordfish plus the dials is crisp girls catching a lisp I pimps
I'm a dog to a flea Iceberg tree revenge past Shinobi Houston dynasty tunes ******
Flashback to the 90s high fades wicked jewelery jeans baggy
Guess your styles better than mine but my nine feeling genuine
So anxious for crime dropping signs extort my own mankind
Out of line like behavior ****** savior junior mafia Craver
Goodfellas rocking donabellas money flowing like a teller
Hella mozzarella cheese that's cheddar skin ya with berrettas
No longer need ya sweaters heaters draws blood makes it wetter
Call me Doug far from funny crook a dial Dundee lyrical Bundy
Even more sick when it's sunny glazed honey bunnies runny
From they love below blown past they minstrel cycle I'm Michael
Dangerous do you remember the time when I had the light lime
Green makes more savage than wu tangs cream Dolla of a dream
Peaceful demons circling erupting my flow pedigrees that stings
Ali punch combo Lazer eye jumbo pyramid eyes going in circles
Friends **** near to an extinction everyday is an execution
Crucifixion for those dissing but no crosses in this fusion cruisin'
Like Smokey flex it like Big Pokey the hardest in kitty in the Pitt
Lion instincts suckas scared to blink cuz deaths is ultimate link
Check it





Beast uncaging blacks thoughts Cajun half man half cravin'
Like Wes the best from the south so **** the rest who's the best?
I made the moon crest once hit the moonshine all out my mind
Space aging raging inside out got spiritual clout no doubts
Snub nose rout for those living in doubt I'll make ya body pout
Soon to be stout mad gaining weight don't break the fate
Flows packed like train freight my flows create a figure eight
My skills penetrate each and every mind state so don't hesitate
To punch ya numbers of a lotto bravado toolie looking Alto
From this black Saprano mafiaso rearranging ya vocals loco
Once I feed a beat begins to radiate with heat plus the taps of the feet
Vibrating rituals it's habitual shine to a jewel universe central
Nucleus see they be jamming us got girls on my bang bus
Rhymes so swift and complex ya swear it's calculus plus
They try to calculate us but I'm just smooth with my criminal lust
Keep it on the hush ****** is the ultimate crush suckas catching flush royalty over loyalty
See the haters peepin' me like a hyped Eminem cypher scenery
Ya got 8 more miles to go my flows punch harder than Foreman
Grill not even a heat shield could stop this aftermath bomb feel!!?