The rapist

I´m the unlawful rapist!
words conveying
the ugly saying
sexting while nippling
at ease woman
or I´ll insert the pen
screaming like a wild hen
I´m the unlawful rapist!
of
controversionalist
existensionaist
persionalist
and add to the fry
delusionalist
so,
the rapist of words!

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses

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Witness!!

You´re about to witness
some crazy mess
of writing nonsense
but I got the beat on it
so go out and take a spit
then skip till you do what you do
do best and take a rest
since I like batman I have my own Robin
like Hussein got his Laden
busting and fasting
dirty waters
flowing word showers
you´re about to witness…
damn, I just wrote this silliness scam
while listening to some music
a bit of silliness
in middle of my mind wilderness.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Yes, I’m an Addict

The Haunted Lullaby

Addiction

Yes, it is true,

I am an addict,

Writing here,

Showcasing for all of you.

All the world may be a stage,

Hosting actors in a play,

But the canvass is my page,

I’ll make the words dance today,

Believe me reader,

I’ve something to say.

The words dance and turn,

Up from my spirit they burn,

To share my feelings,

Is what I yearn,

Baring my soul,

Writing is my passion,

In it, losing control,

Making me feel safe,

Separating from the outside world.

I’ll paint a picture,

But use no brush,

Trust in me,

I ask so much,

Words are weapons,

Or so they say,

But I won’t let details,

Get in the way,

The words are mine,

The imagery yours,

Your interpretation,

Is what you choose.

So come along,

For this wild ride,

I hope to make you,

Laugh and smile,

Perhaps even cry,

But know here…

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Suffer.

She will,
only become,
aware of,
the severity,
in the things,
that she,
has insistently,
gone and done,
when she admits,
to the obvious shifts,
in the gazes of,
the Almighty Ones;
she will,
finally be outdone,
deep inside of,
the smoking barrel,
of a black market gun,
will she submit,
to the things,
that she’s let,
grow into beasts?
Or will,
the darkness,
finally,
swallow her,
in totality,
just to make,
itself regurgitate,
her existence,
repeatedly;
the day will come,
undoubtedly,
a day that makes,
today seem sweet,
like times of joy,
full of ease,
gobble them,
swallow them,
get down,
on your knees,
a day will come,
that defines suffering.

Weekly Challenge May4 – Duets – “Hell’s Hand Satchels”

Written by Mockingbird Down and Americana Injustica

“Why do we sit at this table, my Friend?
in the back of the bar behind the pirate’s curtain,
I believe that we somehow have each been,
on separate paths to the same trouble, again;
these kinds of places mean only one thing,
the scars on our faces are rather telling,
now let’s drink and divulge in our comradery,
but, why is it that your hands are trembling?”

“Don’t sip so fast, my dear. My hands only
tremble because of the quieted rage I have grabbing
at my chest. Can you see them, love?
The demons of the bastards and the whores as they
laugh and squeal in time to each others bleating?
I have brought us here, for clear and precise reasons,
and your scars will only serve you well by the time
the reckoning has begun. It is a very beautiful night.”

“Aye – you’re right; what a perfected, star-filled sky,
epochs in time, they still shine – a shrine to you and I,
a luminary mapping of the vengeance in your eyes,
a twinkling mirror image of the bastards that must die;
Now sit back and let your chains down, my friend,
indulge in the strength of our unity, once again,
we both know how it goes: it’s us against them,
in an infinite war for the Hell that we find comfort in.”

“You speak truth. I have grown weary of these chains
and the weight they add to my steps. My shoulders have
become accustomed to carrying burden of injustice; Hell’s
hand satchels; filled with the names of the hunted horsemen
who failed to do what we must do. But – I share this load with you;
my kin both in the infected shadows, and in the guileful light.
Intoxication it is, my friend, both of the mind and of the body.
Tonight we watch the stars unfold, and light the way for morning.”