"komodo" poems
I called to give you a rearrangement of irony and a bucket full of Jews, I tailor made a rebreather because the past connections were used . Indeed, just like a crossview that encouraged stars to collapse, then did a fix up for the X's and O's so every oxymoron followed with a laugh. A pail of shrubs, an ounce of yore, yesterday you were following your very own bated breath. Up until you challenged yourself to a duel, you didn't look so bad for a disastrous mess. Harms' Way could be the place in town where odds go to get even, or it could be the street where Blow-Pops aren't just made, but also handed out to toothless citizens. We the captured, please and thank you, sir and mam until our captors go, like if you imagine The Godfather in The Graduate, describing how the Komodo dragon roasts. We haven't made it thru a single day since they've come in packs of seven, but today we'll have the chance to share some face time with the hours that we are being given.
Misty-eyed, mournful, and very sorry walked in separately from the yard. They drank cold-filtered PBR and joked about all the kids they may have fathered. Has it been four weeks or just four days, since the Ferguson, Missouri Captain resigned his post? I was always taught that for a captain to go out, he or she must go down with their boat.
In time where boredom lays around with dynamite by the loads, tomorrow remind me of the basorexia I've had since we met not long ago.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 2:39 AM UTC
Komodo Dragons don't stop
to pick off the skin and gut
a **** Eat the liver.
Eat the kidney. Eat the jugular
vein. Eat the
Cardiac artery.
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
Wickedness dances like a Chinese dragon
held high on poles by the grinning
It curls its tail and snakes around the minds
of admirers who see beauty in its gaping jaws
Flaccid and incapable, this billowing beast
intoxicates and seduces the frustrated and resentful
It dances in Kirachi, hoodwinks in Bradford,
and slips into the dark places in distracted minds
— this infernal idea more bilious and mephitic
than a komodo’s bite
It dances wildly in the confused thoughts of lost boys
who haven’t noticed its cunning wink
They sway and rock — utterly taken
far more mistaken — until stilled by the slap of death
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
Ugly and repulsive
nek twisted backwards
facing forward
my path twisted
raining sulphuric acid
looking up
eyes and mouth wide open
I'm thirsty..
taken drugs
crack, **** krokodile
the rain biting through my bones
necrosis from the drugs have made their way home.
tongue kissed a komodo dragon
wearing a boa constrictor for a scarf
parasites eating away at my innards
so I don't have to ****
and Imma just go on
floor made purely out of bullet ants
keep walking this path of insanity
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC
Never before have I faced such a formidable foe as Adobe Photoshop
I give in, it has bested me.
Oh **** it, I need to make this rhyme.
Holy komodo dragons, a bee...
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
Got the locomotion of a Komodo swollen tenfold
Harpoon tongue working like a snake's does
Point of attack: Your food for thought stash
Connecting the dots like Rorschach
Lord of the dunce cap; I'm in it for the long laugh
Poetry like scratch off's minus the cash trough
Too bad, better luck next stop
Spare a dime for the would-be spies
breaking bones from behind closed off blinds
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
Your bites are like venom coursing through my veins.
Causing me to loss my strength.
I collapse to my knees.
Beg and plead
for you to stop the pain.
Why must you do this to me?
Make me weak and helpless?
Why must you do this?
I ask,
taking my last dying breath.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC
How does one Lie?
I lie by the wayside to see the stroked faces of an old friend's dream become vivid before any scene bore witness.
I lie through my teeth to feel my hunger devour disease eager to fill a void caloric as the temperature of my society.
I lie by the bay where the watermelons grow to share a seed with my fellow fish swimming below to see if our earthen food delights their aquatic tastes.
I lie through flames as the my flesh on my feet peel back strapping down with callouses darkened as molasses to manifest the black top as payment for each step I take on the pavement.
Why does one rely on lying for rest? A rested mind is healthy throughout time. To struggle for the blues without a guitar at my waist, would seem to be a waste. I lay down my instrument as the mental space echoes concussion reverberating consciousness in my vertebrae.
I can lay my soul on the lie to define my love, or I can place my faith in defiance willingness sold down the river to stand atop a caste of dirt.
No excuses when the cash need led to hyper dramatic reactions, violent never seems to circle in his bed.
Prosperous never spoken to hold the candle up, I would have to claim Diogenes as I am the hermit yet alit no longer I roam untold of the direction only the destination is paid by temporal loop distorts creation in love in my blood.
Nyx tricks the children from hearing their own voices, encoding the solar in the monitor lizards. A Komodo spits feces as digestion: no **** required. A dragon lingers in the heart of the Chivalrous ready to swallow the maiden whole, what else can he do?
Except Lie down by the morning light grasping onto blue light between ring finger and wrist ache, A jail cell is a warmest in the winter when desperation is at his peak. A streak un-won, however losing wouldn't hold dues.
Regret harbors a Serpent in the ocean, the greatest Artist I never had a chance to hear through electronic transmission placed his being in the Leviathan, swallowing him whole with a smile on his face being the cause of his own because.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 5:33 AM UTC
Come komodo,
unleash your ancient ways,
teach me lightning moves,
let me feel the sting of your bite
& the pain of your claws,
make me your disciple,
come komodo.
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 6:03 AM UTC
Every day I toss it
a raw piece of my heart
so it doesn't **** me.
Strange to feed something
so it won't devour you.
I have lived with this
for years beyond memory.
Perhaps, I have always
been like this,
rending my heart
to keep death at bay.
~mce
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 10:08 AM UTC
Breathe !
I softly lay my lips on yours
With eyes shut and only the sound of my raging heart calling your name
BReathe !
Our toungues wrestling like komodo dragons
With blood rushing through every inch of my veins
BREathe !
I dig and scratch my fingers into you back
Trying to claw my way into the very essence of your soul
BREAthe !
I pause and push you gently and become lost in your pale blue eyes once more
I see the ocean...the sky...the stars...and reach again as your pupils dilate
BREAThe !
My body pulsates as I call your name
Like a man drowning in the ocean
BREATHe !
Please stop...I softly whisper in your ear
With my last breath...as death do as part
BREATHE !
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 8:50 AM UTC
I'm commanding a komodo.
--Lord of the Dragonflies.
I'm scraping my belly
against an utter like sky.
-So close you can fang the rainbow.
My enemies look like kangaroos
equipped with brass knuckles.
-USELESS-
But they don't know this.
So they keep swinging,
thinking, "Please! Let just one hit."
Little do they know,
you can't hold a candle to a ghost.
**** and I'm up in smoke.
I'm fishing in a fissure.
Fighting off the seizures.
Flinging my gorilla mitts
at them cowardly lizards
like look, this is my tower.
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
The Komodo Dragons in the mall
didn't care for me at all
they hissed and climbed the rails
their sharpened nails, too no avail
tongues flicking poisons dire
eyes and minds on fire
a bite and taste of me
hell no, it won't be free
I've got my CHL
**** right I'll give em hell
bullets too their brains
bad smelling their remains
how they got in here
I've got no thought, idea
**** I'll tell ya friends
this **** has got too end
I've dialed up nine one one
"send in SWAT, with guns!"
my last clip abides
seeing lizard insides
looking for somewhere to hide
surviving someway, somehow
just who's endangered now?
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 4:30 PM UTC
There once was a lizard from the Indies
Who had a large pair of *******
The boys came to beg
But she made her own egg
And now she has a bunch of clone kiddies
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 6:32 AM UTC
I figured it out at a fairly young age, there is nothing I want, only what I need.
But if I could have what I want? Free from the gluttony, the guilt, and the greed?
I want to know what, the where, when, and why.
The who doesn't matter, because everyone dies.
Its my desire to know these things that you don't.
Those things you can't know and probably won't.
Like just what was up with the loneliest whale.
Sung much too loud, no friends by his tale.
I'd like unlimited access to what the Hubble finds.
The **** you keep secret from blowing our minds.
To know what she's thinking, feeling, and ****
So that I may know whether to stay or quit.
To be right on time for all the best sunsets.
Or to forgvie and forget all those ****** regrets.
To know when and where to see the northern lights.
A front seat next time the Komodo dragons fight.
To know if she's smiling, make the why optional.
To know if she's hurt, this ones unconditional.
And why was I where I shouldn't have been when?
And why the hell cant I go back there again?
How may I acquire a bioluminescent glow?
That one right there would be impressive to know.
Just how did I get her to despise me so much?
Was it the lack of presence, or the last time we touched?
What was the name of her favorite song?
I will learn this if it takes all night long.
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 7:12 PM UTC
Amy asked for
Brian's basket,
Casey almost blew a gasket.
Daniel went to summer school,
Ethan thinks he's super cool.
Fiona fell right on the floor,
Gabby laughed and laughed some more.
Hugo got the heebie-jeebies,
Isaac loves to score some freebies.
Jess is top in all her classes,
Kylie needs her reading glasses.
Lyra loves to sing a song,
Maggie never thinks she's wrong.
Noah broke his little nose,
Oliver drinks right out the hose.
Penny poses for a photo,
Quincy's dragon's a Komodo.
Ryan thinks his dog has rabies,
Stuart's cat just had some babies.
Tommy likes to play baseball,
Ursula likes the season fall.
Violet plays the violin,
Wyatt's strength comes from within.
Xavier needs all
Your attention,
Zane just got his tenth detention.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 3:15 PM UTC