Once upon a time,
Some fucked up shit took place,
That no time could ever,
Begin to erase.
Scary creatures,
Swarmed around,
Swirling up shit,
In the spirit,
Resulting in a split.
There was a wedge,
So to speak,
And it was driven deep,
So strife rained down,
And still reigns today,
Cuz apparently that’s,
The easy way.
Go ahead,
Beg and plead,
Fall to your knees,
But this one’s gonna take a little more,
Than a mustard seed.
**********
It’s crazy but it’s true,
I just saw it in action,
I’m now being served a distraction,
To try and distort the infraction.
**********
From any demon,
Destruction is the goal,
To wreak havoc and ruin,
Besides bringing about total devastation, demolition, and annihilation.
This special case,
Was going along at quite the pace,
Then did a few somersaults,
And abruptly ground to a halt.
There was no scene of the crime,
It was an attack of the mind,
Nefarious beings without bodies,
Being very naughty.
Believed hook, line, and sinker,
Causing catastrophe,
There wasn’t a warning,
Before stares became glares.
**********
The little demons,
Are at it again,
So unbearable and vile,
Looks like another weakling’s been beaten.
He didn’t even have,
A chance to test his wings,
Before he got bit,
And the serpent’s bite stings.
**********
Ya snooze ya lose,
Change happens,
You shouldn’t have blinked your eye,
Before you gave it a try.
.
Hopeless turned to a high,
Now I can,
Exhale a relaxed sigh,
Sorry man,
If that makes you cry.
.
Divine encounters,
From out of the blue,
Spell the end,
For all those could-have-beens.
.
There’s this thing,
A window of opportunity,
Which would have been the time,
For you to seek unity,
It’s too bad you stalled,
But now this other’s been called.
.
Going once,
Going twice,
And still you never,
Rolled your dice,
Sorry dude,
But the award goes to,
The one who scored.
The spirit realm has shifted,
I know ‘cuz I felt first-hand,
The heaviness that was lifted,
I know you know,
That only prayer,
Could have moved it outta there.
The search began,
For an obscure door,
High and low,
Near and far,
Only to be found,
Right under my nose.
It was destroyed,
Wholly wiped out,
No hesitation,
Not a bit of doubt.
And wow!
Right away,
The first domino fell,
And that was the beginning,
Of the end of this hell.
Every day,
Another piece to the puzzle,
More and more things,
Turn one-eighty,
Yes the script has flipped,
They’ve been muzzled,
It’s only a matter of time,
Before there’s nothing left,
Of their heinous crime.
Through and through,
It was solid,
You were certain,
Until things were revealed,
When up went the curtain.
Turns out underneath was tarnished,
And the gold was only varnish,
A coating so thin,
It could be cracked,
By just the prick of a pin.
Well it’s dreadfully degrading,
To an object’s rating,
When the cracked paint is peeling,
Being stripped away,
From floor to ceiling.
Ripped from it,
Faster and faster,
No stopping once it’s started,
Leaving it and all associated,
So very broken-hearted.
It’s been stripped bare,
There’s none left now,
But a stubborn speck,
Here or there.
Solid gold,
Was a facade,
A cover-up,
For something majorly flawed.
**********
No, no, no!
No to the lies,
And misrepresentations,
People make up,
Because they’re pissed,
Based on assumptions.
**********
Just give it up,
Cuz anyway,
Here we’re done,
Giving a fuck.
Run away,
Go pout in a corner,
You can nurse your wounds,
With your exaggerations,
And wipe your tears,
With your expectations.
What comes around goes around,
Looks like that’s hitting you now,
And that’s music to the ears,
And makes the heart leer.
Come out,
Come out,
Wherever you are,
Face to face,
What are you?
Afraid to lose the race?
Nothing,
No one,
And meaningless,
No good,
Worthless,
And useless.
Insignificant,
Pointless,
And empty,
Flawed,
Imperfect,
And valueless.
Can’t get it together,
Having trouble sorting what I’m seeing,
Like what the fuck,
Shit doesn’t add up.
This sorry hide,
Pushed aside,
No not the end,
But getting deathly sick,
From all the bends.
Going once,
Going twice,
Going fucking crazy,
From some psycho that’s shady.
Unhinged,
Certifiable,
And batty,
Ballistic,
Eccentric,
And unbalanced.
Deranged,
Demented,
And loco,
Unsound,
Delusional,
And irrational.
Little bitch gots a secret,
That needs to be spilled,
Little bitch gots things latched on,
That makes him all wrong.
**********
Up goes prayers,
To the only one who cares.
**********
I can’t even remember,
The what or why for,
But that devil’s appeared again,
That’s for damn fucking sure.
I suppose he thinks he’s clever,
But come in agreement I’ll never,
Really, it’s kind of a shock –
Yes sir,
You are being mocked!
The nerve!
I mean,
The dude should know that I know,
He was up to no good,
Last time he was in,
My neighborhood.
Years ago,
He jumped ship suddenly,
It seemed such a shame,
Until the truth came out,
And I realized he was lame.
“Beauty is in,
The eye of the beholder”,
That’s truth,
If ever I heard it,
And it’s pretty crazy,
When the realization hits,
That they are just shit.
Signs are cropping up,
More and more frequently,
As the days pass,
Those dogs are everywhere,
Starting, of course,
The day I woke from the dream,
In which he was there.
Supernatural to the core,
But on the dark side,
Yet somehow feels no shame,
That shit I’d never claim.
I’d love to know,
What runs through this demon’s head,
To make him decide,
When to show,
And when to hide,
And why he thinks,
I’d be game for the ride.
We shall see,
How long he knocks for,
Before giving up,
And again turning away,
From my door.
It was freeing,
To watch them go,
Like I assumed,
But even more so.
Bye to the bitches,
Bye to the assholes,
Bye to you all,
‘Cuz I’ve regained control.
Unknowing wallowing,
Causing complete and total blinding,
Rendered unable of realizing,
The many possible alternate endings.
For a while there,
All seemed lost,
But answering the call,
Enabled the reclaiming of all.
An invisible mountain,
It blocked all else from sight,
But a few taps,
Was all it took,
To annihilate,
And change the course of fate.
To them all:
You weren’t nothing,
You weren’t shit,
Neither was I to you,
It just took a little longer than it shoulda,
For me to see through.
I’m awake now,
Wide awake,
The party is over,
And in the distance,
I spy a four-leaf-clover.
It isn’t the first time,
And it won’t be the last,
Yet each sting,
Is worst than ones past.
Whirlwinds,
That are absolutely,
Stomach-turning,
Are they of God or Satan?
Maybe a little of both,
Either way,
They need a punch in the throat.
Near or far,
They’re like shooting stars,
Zinging past,
Like a lightning flash,
A bright little light,
In the night,
Before they crash.
You’d never sense,
Things going south,
It just jumps you outta nowhere,
And makes you throw up a little,
In your mouth.
As I watch it unfold,
It’s reiterated-
This is why people become cold,
Cold and black-hearted,
Swearing that never will another,
Chance get started.
They’ve outfoxed me before,
Left me blubbering,
On the floor,
But not this time,
Nope,
This time,
They’ll be the ones who choke.
Tired,
Just tired of it all,
Nothing’s left,
But to buy the pony,
They’ve failed the test,
And made their beds,
Now let them lie there lonely.
Original Poems And Short Stories 
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