"punisher" poems
Of all the super heroes who exist
like legends, or monuments in entertainment,
or essential cultural commodities,
and
my favorite is Moon Knight.
Never met a good reception.
Never had a particularly well done story.
I like Moon Knight in theory;
a superhero with mental issues,
with friends who face the moral challenge
of playing into his insanity,
versus helping him stop serious crimes.
It seemed like a social commentary to me;
why do we hate dictators, but love superheroes?
How is it we understand absolute power corrupts
absolutely,
yet also think having an alien demigod semi-rule the planet
is really in the best interest of our species?
The design for Moon Knight has always been immaculate
to me; directly representing the fallibility of the hero,
diving into the night with a decadent radiance,
he wears all white, and declares he enjoys it-
for his enemies to know he's coming.
Does it make sense? No.
Much like the Punisher, Moon Knight doesn't struggle with
being morally black and white, but does struggle with
keeping that identity intact. His eyes glowing,
no face shown... just darkness.
All the emotion in the world broadcast through
two glowing orbs. sometimes red, sometimes green,
often white.
A visual hint to clouded mind of Moon Knight;
Marvel's true Batman gone awry. Gone insane.
A failed son who won't die.
Here's to it.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
All it is, is just meat
Or eat it like a treat
You may think this is where my problem stands
So *** help me and give me some hands
If you help me ill catch all your traitor
Trust me im a master baiter
If you help me in the morning with the wood
Maybe ill treat you to a lollipop if you would
My **** has pros and CONS that will DOM. (Dominate) which is true
So nothing can protect you
I just may call you a **** face
So wipe the residue and smirk off your face leaving without a trace
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
Nero: Deep cover another 187 on these hoes with my flows ya know I riddle like little Italy Punisher life Frank castle I slice ******* up like cattle I'm a lover but undercover like Eddie Griffin my brother I'll slice up ******* and leave they men in the trunk nervous with trauma twitches I'll cement up your shoes I'll use my pen to get the message to you headless hunters I'll be the soul edge and slice the heavens asunder I can feel it in my head and soul I'll reap with the flow and grow the flowers on the tombstone I'll make ya ***** moan and groan while I **** her in your stead while she gives me head I'm deciding who's the next to be blessed from the deliverer of death
DaSH: Kept the switchblade in a balled up fist
Probly ******
Off a lot of *******
But got longer lists
Like ******* who tasted blood soon after my ******* gotten licked
Threw up on my ****
And promptly dipped to get the shotgun grip
***** spit
Got me not wantin to work these long *** shifts
I know im sick
Smell my aroma tell its ebola when
I walk up in the room
Shut up talking and get a stronger whiff
Im the kid who was too demented to have gotten picked
For any extra curricular
Anyway I was busy plottin how to get to ya
Radio waves confuse em make em **** themselves
Silly me Billy Madison was happenin
And i was in the back with Chris Farley doin smack again
Rappers get smacked with used **** pads
A ****** *****
Is all I'll ever be in their eyes
But in mine,
All I see is bodies burning alive
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC
I stepped on the stage again,
My act was supposed to be the showstopper;
This circus was still breathing,
And I wasn't modest claiming all the credit;
The schedule was followed always,
It had been followed this time as well;
The magical act of mine was to be recorded.
I bowed a greeting quickly,
Followed it up with a bouquet sprouting out of thin air;
Delivered it to a girl in the 7th row,
Neither by foot nor by hook I did that;
Yes my magic wand I flicked smartly,
Making the flowers reach the girl so cute;
The audience sure was impressed with me.
I saw clapping hands in the stands,
Not much later did I speak of a vanishing act;
And I made an assistant vanish into a box,
Then followed a fiery act & my head was aflame;
Like the agent of the Devil, I appeared,
Soon underground I disappeared;
Didn't stop on the floor below strangely.
My assistants were none there to put out the fire,
I panicked and called for help but none arrived;
Soon the fire gelly would run out and my head will burn,
But I hadn't been married yet & my inamorata was upset;
She wasn't going to forgive me for my crimes,
Whether I had committed them or was innocent;
Now I felt my hair burning and the stench sickening.
I was about to find my doom's onset,
Still, the fire was getting colder & bolder;
Now I didn't feel burning in my hair,
The flames were now blue as I could see;
Out of the body was that experience,
And now I regretted each one of my sins;
Suddenly on my stomach, I felt a million pins.
I still wondered if any of it was real,
At least the pain felt real and I was in hell;
By now there was no point repenting it,
The sin committed was grievous I realized;
No Punisher will take it easy & forgive me,
Here the executioner was my own inamorata;
Never did I think she could be so cruel.
I then felt my head being supported,
And I was brought back to my senses;
She then helped me into a standing position,
And it was her who had again breathed life into me;
The vanishing mechanism had failed this time,
But my ceased breath had breathed a new lease to 'us';
I just looked at my inamorata with desperation & guilt in my eyes.
There was such kindness in her eyes,
I just knew then that I'll be satisfied.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 6:19 AM UTC
茶
Cruciform character; flowering daughter of orient Wisdom’s delight
A hymn to thee, beloved bush and Tree of Life, I raise.
May thy plucked leaves forevermore renew their gracious budding
Even as thy captured progeny produce, in death, thy praise
Like captive Hebrew exiles driven far from Zion’s hill
Loving still their Judge and punisher, recalling golden days…
In this cup of glorious elixir, infusing life with cheer
Asia’s attributes unveil, while I upon her marvels gaze.
Serenity enfolding, I forget all those before
In a rapturous caress I swiftly yield to her embraces
Nevermore to recall the ****** bean of Abyssinian lore
Ethiopian witch and desert hag, dark seed of nomadic races!
Now I hail the truth, whose leaf I love: L’chaim to the brew I adore
So sit with me and sip some cha. Let us kiss her myriad faces.
I scribe these lines in gratitude to that plant who soothes and inspires
Sweet Camellia, my love… I read in the leaves
your ascending triumphant traces.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
Check it out I learn knowledge of self
To up my health now they movin' in stealth gainin' mental wealth
Cuz im long lasting tongue is blastin'
A million rhymes infectin' the mic right?
Ya loosin' sight ya thoughts going braille
Welcome to the 9th Gate of hell where I sail
On brainwaves my heart craves for the saves
Of hip hop not from Atlanta but a brave
These idiots crave in a rage cuz I'm turning the page
Back to the first scene of hip hop see how my tape pops
ears cropped mouths begin to drop from the rhymes that I
cop
Into ya corticals breakin' in to ya local articles full of arsenal minds a carrousel
Since I was an embyro I knew I was built for
******** a punisher
Ya fallin' way under
Evil content words laid immense never consent
To plans of a Masonic establishment
broke the lease I'm hear to visually increase
My linguistic is mathematics so have at it
Stab it and I'll break the habit
No ropes around my brain absorb the pain
Once I reclaim my domain a Pharoah to a King ?
Huh? my word sharper than a Marlin philosophize like Carlin
No short bargains bump political jargons
While y'all arguing I'm upping my mind for wisdom
To grow while others thoughts still covered up in snow....
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC
Farewell, my stranger
I say hello again, everyday
In my thoughts
In my dreams
In my smile
Farewell, my lover
I ignore your danger, everyday
With your presence
Without your presence
With your evil
Farewell, my punisher
Obedience in my eyes, everyday
My shut eyes
My chapped lips
My torn dress
Farewell, my killer
Death in my heart, everyday
My frowns
My tears
My sobs
Hello, new Stranger
My love is yours, everyday
My heart
My joy
My life.
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 9:56 PM UTC
I have taken dozens and dozens of souls before.
Drunks, sinners, convicts, killers, ******
As soon as they pass on, in your arms they fall.
And to your mistress you carry them every time I call.
Your sensei.
My thigh high boots withstanding my weaponry
I am Kanye’s Devil in a new dress,
Personified.
I’m pure lust,
Unholy desire.
The underground **********
I see the evil in your eyes.
But hey, I miss the bleachfumes.
I’ve been up all morning just writing and ****
“ONLY DEATH IS PROMISED”
“CHEAP SEX=CHEAP PISTOLS”
“ALL I NEED IS CIGARETTES, **** AND COFFEE”
Scamming is truly a habit.
Its pleasure after pain.
**** you’re the ****
I’ll rip my heart out and just hand you the ****
Like I said, it’s pleasure after pain.
You are not worthy enough to see the face of your tormentor,
You don’t want war with me, *****
We’re all mad here,
An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all.
Stay ***** and individualistic as ****
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC
Whosoever will
come with you
to the next
level must be
fully persuaded
and prepared
to confront death.
You must
weather the storm,
confront the cyclone,
survive the tsunami,
beat the wild wind
and the tempest,
the holocaust will
mean nothing to you.
Even the catastrophic
Armageddon will
be a child's play.
You have to
be strong hearted
to walk through it
the second time.
Hades will be
waiting for you.
The first time
is a happenstance,
the second one
is a coincidence,
and the third is
the enemy's action.
Don't be deceived.
Refuse to be used.
We have become
the laughing stock,
the hyena is
moving in our
midst stalking you.
Hunger among the
people ravaging
everyone.
The punisher said,
follow me to
the next level.
You better run
for the thunderstorm.
The final destructive
level of our destiny
is coming with
brutal force.
The latter will
be worse than
the former.
How can that be.
Which level.
The final level
of destination
to hang you.
Can the living dead
move to the
next level.
This wickedness
has to stop.
Change is in
your hands.
If you know,
you know.
I can't go
with you to
that next level.
The mason has
measured the final
level and i choose
to follow the
path of my destiny.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 6:28 PM UTC
You come around
And make me feel,
Like I don't want to feel,
As if the only way is your way,
What am I to think? How can I heal?
Are all majestic colours impishly yours?
I walk alone on glare streets of harsh silence,
In rushing crowds of coldness, darkest and deep
Loneliness, you have made mourn of sun
My punisher, you have stolen music
Out from under my fumble hands,
Your eyes are like confusion,
My heart has nil defense,
I wait for you to let me go,
My hopeless prayer,
But I am undone
No, I never will
Be known, nor
Your only
One.
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 2:06 PM UTC
There's no forgiveness for what I did!
For you and your crimes
And your horrors
And 'evil deeds,
Always
There'll be always
A Word, a good opinion
To have and think about.
There's no forgiveness for what I did!
There can't be forgiveness for what I did.
You, on the other hand,
For you all due respect.
You and those horrors
You had to do,
You had to do.
Respect: how else to terrify
Your enemy
So cruel...
For you, all due respect.
Amen
Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 7:44 PM UTC
If you must have a jungler,
Make sure that he is a punisher.
Gank your lane he must,
Have your back you trust.
Better know he is the game winner.
Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 3:47 AM UTC
maybe i do deserve the pain
i give it to others anyways
doesnt that make me a bad person?
don't i deserve to be punished?
Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 11:31 AM UTC
this wasn't our first time
at the waffle house
sitting across from each other
staring out the window
at fading car lights,
astigmatism placebo running rampant
(or maybe just greasy windows).
this wasn't our first talk
about you wanting to die
sometime late at night,
we talked for hours
the week before this,
tears, sweat, and trembling lips.
this was our first meal
we shared together at night
after hopeless thoughts
in late december
before your brother's wedding.
this wasn't the last time
we'd see each other again,
or order the fully loaded hashbrowns,
or talk about suicide,
that would come in time.
this is the first time
I've thought about this memory
and have been grateful for your marriage
and how far you've come
from eating garbage at 2am,
from wearing the punisher hoodie I gave you,
from drinking mike's hard lemonade,
from feeling lonely and hopeless
and wanting to end your life.
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 2:06 PM UTC
ADONAI
Laying on green pasture
Right alongside the still blue waters
Surrounded by the warmth of the soft breeze
ADONAI
Uncontrollable peace
Unquestionable joy
Everlasting praise
Rejoicing, dancing, laughing, worshiping
ADONAI
Father of all creations
Creator, Master and King
Angels will bow down
Believers will worship
ADONAI
Place of restoration
Hospital for the broken
Strength for the weak
Punisher of the wicked
But Savior of the sinner
ADONAI
The beautiful name of my Lord
Hebrew name for God,
My God and Savior
ADONAI
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
There is no divine justice
that rescues.
Across the mirror,
waiting for us, is another idiot.
I can guess that he anticipates
a mistake from me.
An absurdity that would be a
hopeful for him.
Too bad you are
the punisher
when judging
is all you do.
In this land there is no divine justice
to rescue us.
If you are the true gods
we have to adore,
I declare myself a non-believer
of terror and evil.
Exile me and see how
each pillar will follow me.
Suddenly everything that you depend on
will disappear.
Sooner or later your infrastructure
will cede somehow.
It was expected:
I even saw it coming from afar.
But who would believe it...
Now look at you,
who is hiding
waiting for the earth to swallow him.
Just remember that there will not be
a miracle to save you.
How does it feel to be on the other side and be reflex?
Do not tell me, you will not be judged
because the gods sleep today.
Wake up from the lethargy and work
because the divine justice and the rescue
are in a coma and it will take a lifetime for them to arrive.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
At lust's feet
I have fallen
hormones need help
your body it's calling
I've waited too long
so now you're stalling
but hear my plea
come rescue thee
teach me my lesson
come punish me
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
She brought me into this world...a miracle...some many years ago.
Gazing at her photograph, I smile, as part of her, in me, glows.
More than my protector, my life's mentor, and punisher...
She gave me some of the talents I hold dear inside of my heart.
Gifts of magic that I inherited directly from her.
I close my eyes and return to when she was still with me.
Her voice... her laughs...... her beauty as it shone in my eyes.
She always taught me "where there is a will... there is a way"
"Seek your strengths and put aside your ego...see what shines.."
"For you are a unique addition to this world..." opening my lids..
Letting out some needed sighs..
I noticed that all these years....I was never alone. Her spirit has been with me.
Of the beautiful woman that helped to create the artistic marvel that is me.
This celebration rings on every year. To all the wonderful mothers standing proud beside their children.....
A "Toast of a Happy Mother's Day.." I raise my glass to all of you who work so hard to make successful sister and brothers.
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 7:57 AM UTC
.
You come around
And make me feel,
Like I don't want to feel,
As if the only way is your way,
What am I to think? How can I heal?
Are all majestic colours impishly yours?
I walk alone on glare streets of harsh silence,
In rushing crowds of coldness, darkest and deep
Loneliness, you have made mourn of sun
My punisher, you have stolen music
Out from under my fumble hands,
Your eyes are like confusion,
My heart has nil defense,
I wait for you to let me go,
My hopeless prayer,
But I am undone
No, I never will
Be known, nor
Your only
One.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC
The blackened wings around the light catches the shadow, undeterred it touches the sentient reflection of the next life. It's knowledge unrelenting that there would be ecstasy at the furthest tips, if this was the death plain. It's embrace a manifestation that I am my own punisher, that the shadow still holds back Thanatus for an eternally held moment.
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
I look for her in burned pages of
Forever
My queen that love brought to my door
The darkness brings with it the shadows
And lost kisses fall upon
The dust riddled floor
How my black heart aches
To see the moon shine in her eyes again
And to taste the crimson life
Spill from the neck of pure beauty
Am I destined to howl like a banshee
Alone and chastised
By the hand of the master that now
Robs me of slight happiness
And blinds my sight
Oh cruel world punisher of my soul
Tis not the sound of her
Baying at my door
For my sense of sound deceives me
Yet love holds me tight
Play not with my feelings oh lord of the ******
Just let one more night belong to us
For I am nothing come the morn
And by the light of this nights moon
She will be gone
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 11:26 AM UTC
Lewd whisperings
Spoken upon
My warm body
He caresses my
Inner thigh with
Deaths punisher
Amatory
Thoughts flow through and
Out his sly mouth
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 10:39 AM UTC
I am a prisoner,
without being confined.
I am a hostage,
Within my own mind.
No walls or wires,
No bricks to detain.
No bars or cuffs,
But still I'm in chains.
Thoughts of you,
Grip me tight.
Throughout the day,
Throughout the night.
I'm in solitary,
Alone as I wonder,
This punishment
I'm under.
You're not my punisher,
But rather my light.
Am I wrong,
Or am I right?
Are you my letter?
My glimpse of home?
Or just a dream,
Inside this dome?
I'm being held captive,
Inside my head.
My mind is racing,
But heavy as lead.
I wait for my freedom.
It's fleeting at best.
Only when you're near,
Is this prison at rest.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
You come around
And make me feel,
Like I don't want to feel,
As if the only way is your way,
What am I to think? How can I heal?
Are all majestic colours impishly yours?
I walk alone on glare streets of harsh silence,
In rushing crowds of coldness, darkest and deep
Loneliness, you have made mourn of sun
My punisher, you have stolen music
Out from under my fumble hands,
Your eyes are like confusion,
My heart has nil defense,
I wait for you to let me go,
My hopeless prayer,
But I am undone
No, I never will
Be known, nor
Your only
One.
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 2:14 AM UTC