"rigger" poems
The rigger journeyman was city bred,
But Cumberland was in his bones,
He saw the hills above the doors,
He saw the fells above the roofs
And when the great pain came,
His eyes belonged to them again.
By Ruskin Street he stopped to choke
At forty six, his wife beside,
My father's line revealed to me,
A farming, rigging family tree.
His place of death recorded so,
Not 'in' or 'at' but 'by' they wrote,
Impressionistic, vague, but true,
Or careless hand for riggers, who
In city great of small account
By Ruskin Street,
Out for the count...
The journey ends
And Benson, male,
No sails will mend.
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 8:04 PM UTC
i know you think im joking
but a pervert saved my life
she came to me one day
to **** me with a knife
i said oh no no no don't do it
ill do anything you say
then she said im a perv
and i want your love all day
but to love a perv is icky
your a creepy girl
she made me smell her feet
and dance a spinning twirl
wow she said you did that well
why don't you stand on your head
look up my dress and say im hot
or for sure you will be dead
i realized she was very odd
and asked her what was wrong
she said i was married forever
and couldn't have his ****
so i went off my rocker
not getting what i needed
but made believe for years
that i was never ever cheated
then one day i snapped
and cried for lust all day
so they called me purvy *****
and tried to keep me away
the more i went with out
the hornier i got
until one day in torment
i loved the smell of rot
i fell in love with filth
and to this very day
i have no scruples at all
ill do anything for a lay
now pull your pants off
and show me your little ****
dam its so cute
ill lick your lolly pop
she used her tongue like a twizzler
it was really fun
and then i realized i was like her
and my life as a perv begun
so if your starved for love
and craving ***** lust
you might as well join the ranks
of pervy folks r us
99% Switch
96% Degrader
94% Rope bunny
93% Dominant
90% Rigger
89% Degradee
88% Sadist
87% Brat tamer
83% Submissive
83% ******
81% *********
79% Master/Mistress
76% Primal (Prey)
74% Primal (Hunter)
74% Experimentalist
73% Brat
62% Non-monogamist
50% Owner
47% Vanilla
43% Slave
42% Daddy/Mommy
38% Exhibitionist
10% Ageplayer
100% Girl/Boy
7% Pet....meow
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 9:23 AM UTC
From the ***** of my * seeing chair* emerges the womb of darkness
i offer a prayer in good faith to the writers and the play rights and the authors and the artists
who have come undone,
This is not a love song but, an improvization of lyrical *********** and beat making sensation ,
tingle dance and flair , wave the flag , steer this ship on home ...... we are on an island of dreams
floating like their ain't no inbetween , and we sleep and we care and we take shifts - and for the pack and for the tribe and for the people under the nights sky ............... this is the music after midnight , after Luna's caress are there written all over with sols liquid golden flare -
to fall unto us , the lucky pair who just so happens to be the golden pair
strictly speaking they're actually birds
but taken shape as human form
it's an odd one i know but still
they soar like them
higher than kites that fly in kite season.
dopple gangers
we're entering mysterious
mystic dimensions now
i see boggots on the horizon
moon shield is up
dip the rigger
i smelt a thief a couple days ago
i woke up with a inkling
not sure yet
still
gotta think of things
if you can sleep whilst you are awake well then
well then
well then
night vision
is real
dragons are real
nagas are raw
did you think i said ******
in all those rap songs i wrote?
we are very pleased that so many of you have answered your calls
but it's gunna take a miracle
to tip the scales
i'm lady justice
and he is the executioner
he's ice cold
i'm hot as you like
i'd like you all to remeber one key thing
i don't exist
you cnnot **** me
but i AM the security
welcome to EARTH
we have delivers everyday from everywhere gotta bless and make sure that you fly safe
yOU MADE THE BABIES CRY
YOU MADE MY BABY CRY
I TOLD YOU DO NO MORE
NO MORE
WE HAVE SENT MULTIPLE WARNINGS
WHO EVER
DIS RESEPECTS THE AREA
WILL BE ANSWERING TO WHAT SOME MAY CALL KARMA
but i am the time keeper
and we have everyone as long as they will - it themselves
Hard 'work' pays off
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 2:02 PM UTC
im the ******* half-breed ******
go ahead and pull the trigger
you cant take my standing vigor
tell me that im just a ******
stop talking
and dig another moat
now tell me, do you need another ******* scapegoat?
yours is big but mine is bigger
if im the grave then you're the digger
so if in this life you're the rigger
then why am i the ******* ******
scarred markings
assailants i cant see
i took a look up at the sky and then it hit me
con descension ripped us off
little girl has blown her top
herbicide on life's corn crop
i can hear the brain cells pop
life looks good before the drop
wade and wander through the slop
**** yourself to make it stop
quiet, or i'll call the cops
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 8:57 AM UTC
Jake McIntyre* was insane,
a midwest oil rigger by trade,
he had joined the army
for the college fund.
Once at noon,
we got ripped on Strawberry Boone's Farm
and he puked all over
the glass window
of a well-known
downtown
eating establishment
during the lunch hour.
I was thinking,
what the hell was he doing,
then he fell to his knees
and licked it all up,
smeared it all over the place.
You should have seen
the faces of the patrons!
To tell you the truth,
I'm not sure if college
could ever help somebody that sick,
but at least he tried.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
Red light markers over darkened waters create eerie pause , a fisherman at piers end tugging on a rope tied to a metal basket , shining blue crab with bright searchlight , buoys chiming for shrimp boats that seek the coast . So where do seagulls lay their head when night closes in ?
Lightning far off into the distance , maybe an oil rigger is working through rough seas , a sailing Captain fights the swells from a ship flagged in the Philippines , a vessel containing precious woods from Norway is tossing and turning in vicious winds ? So where do the pelicans fly off to sleep when night settles in ?
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
I welcome the company
In this unending sea
Of loathing and misery
I hate to hear you suffer too
But a lot of us do
We need each other to get through
No need to suffer in silence
This is no science
We live on in defiance
Of a world that's beat us down
Left a lot of us cowering on the ground
But look we're still around
Hear my souls song
It's sad and it's long
But still I crawl and go on
I know you can too I'm much weaker than you
Together we can get through
It's the best we can do
One day at a time
Making sense of what doesn't rhyme
Always something out of line
It's more than feeling blue
It just munchs and chews
It's an agony eating right through
Till on the inside your hollow
All that's left is the sorrow
Just trying to hold on till tomorrow
Dangling over that cliff by your fingertips
Over life you constantly trip
As your insides rip
I know how it is, I suffer the same
Sometimes there is no reason for the rain
That's when you feel you'll never be sane
The darkness comes out of the blue
It never leaves you a clue
But you know that's nothing new
It's better when there's a trigger
At lest it gives you something to consider
That way you know which way to set your sail's rigger
Sleepless night's are the worse
As the waves of sorrow you try to transverse
That leaves you feeling like your living under a curse
We can tread these waters together
We can hold on to each other whenever
The pain gets to much to measure
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 2:02 PM UTC
I welcome the company
In this unending sea
Of loathing and misery
I hate to hear you suffer too
But a lot of us do
We need each other to get through
No need to suffer in silence
This is no science
We live on in defiance
Of a world that's beat us down
Left a lot of us cowering on the ground
But look we're still around
Hear my souls song
It's sad and it's long
But still I crawl and go on
I know you can too I'm much weaker than you
Together we can get through
It's the best we can do
One day at a time
Making sense of what doesn't rhyme
Always something out of line
It's more than feeling blue
It just munchs and chews
It's an agony eating right through
Till on the inside your hollow
All that's left is the sorrow
Just trying to hold on till tomorrow
Dangling over that cliff by your fingertips
Over life you constantly trip
As your insides rip
I know how it is, I suffer the same
Sometimes there is no reason for the rain
That's when you feel you'll never be sane
The darkness comes out of the blue
It never leaves you a clue
But you know that's nothing new
It's better when there's a trigger
At lest it gives you something to consider
That way you know which way to set your sail's rigger
Sleepless night's are the worse
As the waves of sorrow you try to transverse
That leaves you feeling like your living under a curse
We can tread these waters together
We can hold on to each other whenever
The pain gets to much to measure
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 2:42 AM UTC
I welcome the company
In this unending sea
Of loathing and misery
I hate to hear you suffer too
But a lot of us do
We need each other to get through
No need to suffer in silence
This is no science
We live on in defiance
Of a world that's beat us down
Left a lot of us cowering on the ground
But look we're still around
Hear my souls song
It's sad and it's long
But still I crawl and go on
I know you can too I'm much weaker than you
Together we can get through
It's the best we can do
One day at a time
Making sense of what doesn't rhyme
Always something out of line
It's more than feeling blue
It just munchs and chews
It's an agony eating right through
Till on the inside your hollow
All that's left is the sorrow
Just trying to hold on till tomorrow
Dangling over that cliff by your fingertips
Over life you constantly trip
As your insides rip
I know how it is, I suffer the same
Sometimes there is no reason for the rain
That's when you feel you'll never be sane
The darkness comes out of the blue
It never leaves you a clue
But you know that's nothing new
It's better when there's a trigger
At lest it gives you something to consider
That way you know which way to set your sail's rigger
Sleepless night's are the worse
As the waves of sorrow you try to transverse
That leaves you feeling like your living under a curse
We can tread these waters together
We can hold on to each other whenever
The pain gets to much to measure
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 5:02 PM UTC