good deeds are like sex to the devil...

Broken and bruised

not bad enough it seems

apparently there is room for more. 

Each good deed,

counter measured and trampled on twice

Just to make sure?

Even the gadgets and machines dont work.

Each stab echos through the heart.

Every turn brings a new devastation.

A lower low,

A deeper pain

Selfish cruel acts inspired by the tricks of evil

Driven by fear and envy

Like a dark rabid dog sniffing for a bitch on heat

Good must be broken, 

Devils got a hard-on for killing me softly

the slithering phallus crawling up your leg

The scent of fuck wreaks 

Rape is in the air 

 i should be broken 

i should care, 

But not tonight. 

 

Im feeling alright!

I got the beat of the Eye of the Tiger

rolling in my brain

Im facing my demons with a smile

Im ready for the thrill of the fight

Dancing is my gift tonight 

Sneaky devil put his cards in

and i pulled the aces out

The joker is my friend and thats 21

I've done the right thing inside and out.

What I've wronged,

I've made right

Next move. 

I'm playing to win 

I got light in my soul

Hope in my heart

It's gonna be ok and I'm gonna be alright

The devil's going home alone tonight

I'm doing good not falling into the trap

Not taking part of all the loser crap.

I'm walking on solid ground

i know the skies are bright blue

under those dark clouds

 im making love alright, 

You bring the terror,

I'll Bring the fight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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orangejumpsuit's picture

This is not poetry. How can

This is not poetry. How can you stomach yourself and say yup Im gonna write another poem after this comes out of you. This is lke if you took a dump and your feces came out pure white. Either go to a doctor and get some help so you stop or just never try it again. Does your feces come out white?

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Do you feel better now?

Do you feel better now? Better out than in. Thats what i say And its in the prose section. Look before you leap, and sorry im not in mood tonight ive got a headache. Gonna have to hand it you. Palm it off. if youre gonna pull a chain you might as well pull your own. Thanks for reading and commenting!  :D xo


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Bring It!

"..you bring the terror/I'll bring the fight..." I just watched twice Generation Kill on Netflix - I saw fear, courage in the face of fear, and error, as well as open acts of terror - My imagination could not reach those images, so like riding through midtown Detroit in 1968 watching buildings burn with national guard at alert watching the looting and not ingtervening. To fight terror will beocme a catch phrase for all of us soon or late. Love kills it - love on ~yr poempal Star~

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