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Send The Devil... (Free verse) by horus8 Fat tourists and blown out windows
I haven't seen the sun since you died
Alone and crazy like you wanted, vented
I'm a sucker for chicanery and first person narratives
Sedatives, a child bent on torture by the good book
But there's nothing good in the look
Of dead birds and silent-skinny-dogs
Dented rusty trucks, gun racks, and mosquito larvae.
Silk worms dance, singe, to flames on church street
Grandmother rolling out fresh biscuits
And drunk old men rocking away to the blues
The sound of spent rooster, and shotgun
I'm in love with you dead mother, fucking
Another lover by the rail road tracks
In yellowing high weeds, I need a religion
That sings of promise and salvation.
Armies, brass instruments, where is my -
- Drummer boy and rifle, rations, canteen?
I have a bone to pick with you
A flute to hollow out and whistle through
Another minstrel fingering away at children
Clearing town of rats and welcome mats
Carve a cross into my forehead with sweet oil
And stolen silver; forge me a weapon
Promise me a dream that keeps me needing.
The cold, when will I be wanted, kept?
Sent into the night like a dark bird
Strapped with message and ill intent
Can I not just sleep with my shoes on?
Again, and again to the sound of crashing
Symbols and echos from the past
Behind mask and massacred shadow
I want you Satan, I want you to show me
More than I can keep from the light
I want to be burnt bright with witches
and mad men against post, or crooked tree.
Planted by the past, I am not my father
But who will bother to separate ash from dirt
When death catches up with memory
Give me poison, sick sex, and a million
More hours of bad TV, and politicians
Promising aisle upon aisle of product
And circus like grandeur complete
with trained animal and spun treats
Forgive me, forgive me for noticing
too much ado about nothing.
Here is my letter, my last request
Give me fire, smoke & Send the Devil.
Up the ladder:
Untitled Feeling
Down the ladder:
Chin-up
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 8.0
Posted: October 23, 2005 11:15 AM PDT; Last modified: October 23, 2005 11:38 AM PDTWeighted score: 6.5 Overall Rank: 687 Comments:
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zodiac @ 217.144.7.195
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24-Oct-05/4:12 AM
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Nice.
it's good to read you again.
My my you grow like a coral reef
And I will always want to cut me feet
Hey there... I was just looking around on here for kicks, haven't been around in ages. Just wanted to say that just because my name is Ke-Ke does not mean I am black. I'm a beautiful blonde with blue eyes.
I'm black, blonde, and blue.
i read the long poem of how mom trys to ruin u on poem ranker, what is that. Is it true?
i hope not that would be mal. i lo v loved you cause you were my teacher and i the squire. this sucks i hope your a liar. i came out the hospital, a couple months ago in hawaii now im in california again. i od on ice, now i just live life in a criogenic dream im sorry but please tell me the truth of the matter when me and mom lived there. i missed you, i want to miss you again.
Hospital for what?
Ice? As in drugs? As for Hedwig, yes, she's a horrible person and needs a good doctor and some serious counseling. She systematically destroys every good things she comes into contact with. She needs medication, a doctor, and probably a lifetime of therapy. Fortunately, I've lived my life never needing a mother, or really knowing her or her family so it's no skin off my back, and I'm a lot better off for it. She covers all truth in treacherous lie, like a thick fog that no-one can wake up from, but that third rate witchcraft has never worked on me. Sad thing is. It's not her fault it's her fathers, and his stepfathers fault the priest. Incest, and sexual abuse exists on many levels kiddo, and regardless, no child should have to go through it. Or the kind of head trips and double talk that comes along with it. I'm just happy to still be sane, and healthy. With people like Hedwig out there, the world is a dangerous place. You are a good boy. You never did anything wrong. Kids aren't raised the way you and I were raised brandon. they are loved in a stable home, and given the truth and a steady supply of love, education, and opportunities. Not turned into abused slaves through lie, sexual manipulations, and FEAR. The reason Mother in I do not get along is because she has a dark force inside of her, and if she's around me I will not tolerate it. Think back to the night she lied about my father not being my father... I have no tolerance for cheap liars, charletans, and pointless black magic. I love my family, and she has no place in it. I love this earth, and she did not bring me here, and she has absolutely nothing to do with how I live my life. She's just an abused child running around in old lady skin, controled by a dark spirit that grandfather gave her, she tried to give it to me, but it never took. I know the difference between what's right and wrong. That's why life has shined bright upon me granting me the wishes and the light I wanted to be. She can never have that, but you are always welcome with me. You are my brother, and a part of me. I will always champion you. Love, the oldest of many.
Awesome. Stanzas 2, 3 and 4 rocked my world, as did the final two lines.
It's been too long since I last read your stuff.
You're still here? Awesome. I missed this place...
alienboy aka bill z bub
Duuuuuuuuude!
You back for good?
Alas, it is good... I haven't spoken to you in awhile horus. I've finally gotten round to reading Manly P Halls book, and a curiosity holds me- Are you a mason? This question feels stupid, then again, it's better to get stupidities out of the way.
Aside from that, how are you doing you fuckin bastard? My new email is sdreamer2234@yahoo.com - maybe I'll hear from you soon. Peace. And heres a ten, though we both know it means nothing. 362 view(s)
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