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Inside the Mind of the Thinking Predator
You look at me but you don’t see
Hiding in here is the real me
I smile and nod so pleasantly
Surely a gentleman, you think
But deep down inside of me
I hide a secret ever darkly
So warily it peeks about
Then calculates the chances
I’m not like the rest you see
You will never catch me
Take my time, stalk my prey
Then take it when it’s safe to
So many times in past I’ve gone
And satisfied all my urges
I glory in the power I have
To slap you down senseless
To bend your will to my will
The rape is just the icing
I’m too smart to leave a trace
That’s why you’ll never catch me
Forty eight wills I’ve bent
Forty eight I’ve raped
Now I’m looking for the next
My glorious forty ninth
Hiding in here is the real me
I smile and nod so pleasantly
Surely a gentleman, you think
But deep down inside of me
I hide a secret ever darkly
So warily it peeks about
Then calculates the chances
I’m not like the rest you see
You will never catch me
Take my time, stalk my prey
Then take it when it’s safe to
So many times in past I’ve gone
And satisfied all my urges
I glory in the power I have
To slap you down senseless
To bend your will to my will
The rape is just the icing
I’m too smart to leave a trace
That’s why you’ll never catch me
Forty eight wills I’ve bent
Forty eight I’ve raped
Now I’m looking for the next
My glorious forty ninth
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
Read about a serial rapist a while ago ... all the neighbours were so shocked because he seemed so nice and normal ... what beasts lurk beneath the surface
A Page to Kiss
I miss
That kiss
the one that never was
Warmth
holding
a smell of a guess work
puckering
a smile gone
no caressing
dam
blue seas
push that roaming river
spilling
all that gives
to only
a beauty gone
that gives
That kiss
the one that never was
Warmth
holding
a smell of a guess work
puckering
a smile gone
no caressing
dam
blue seas
push that roaming river
spilling
all that gives
to only
a beauty gone
that gives
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
To feel that warmth.
Mind Splinters.
I'm mourning the death, of someone who's alive!
Just got up, & walked out of my life! Feelings of lonliness, pain is at its heights, Home is not the same in long & cold nights.
Food is not the same when there is no appetite,
Remembering when she was mad she was still so polite, take & light the way, this town bites!
Everywhere are signs of her, trapped inside, thoughts of the darkest!
I know how to end it but first must figure where to start this!
To depart from this, thirst to cease my mind from being mis-read.
M.O.M. my bloody buddy says as my hearts mis-lead, reach a dead-end & settle in with the darkness in his head.
A red bloody red tears, "here's my soul" is what he said.
He told me "here you have it, 'cause I want your's instead!"
"& you'll never be the same", is what he's sayin', "You'll never win her games, so why you playin'?" "You're roots of love will change,
& now your changin', to something odd & strange." "& now your praying, to a god with no face, your prayer is freying, as it travels towards space." But I'm not saving, any little trace for any little heaven, I'm gonna leave this place in a haste when I turn 24 tripple 11 with a mac 10 or 357.
Turn away, I don't want you.
Turn around now your all mine.
Turn away, 'cause I don't want to.
Turn around now & your all mine.
This back & forth in my mind is killing me,
Can't escape it for a minute it's inside of me,
Haunting my mind in the night while I try to sleep,
Closes eyes leak, Motionless moving memories,
Quiet & sad shrieks, Pain illusions in deep dreams,
Feeling overlapse to tease sight, Imagining peace,
I feel it searing my eyes! The dark overpowers the light,
While my mind tries to dream, My body softly weaps...
For how long is a dream a dream before its the same for weeks & weeks?
When do you say a dream from a nightmare? How much more can I bare?
If its realisticly always there is that not a f#ck!ng night-terror?
Terrified & deadly scared, reality is my only friend.
Broken like rejected prayer's & accepted ways people vent.
How to tell the dead your sorry, when they show to read a night time story.
Grousom sexuality of loved ones & forgotten's rot in their minds.
They are jealous of my momentum. Forced to stare at 'em.
Even with my eyes closed I see & I cry, I sigh, for the light,
come tonight to end this childs frightened dreadful flight.
I miss the innocence or arrogance in absolute love & care.
All we had together was all so rare, couple meant to pair,
Torn from us & brought to despair, smothered & gasping for air,
Could've done something but didn't with lies so unfair,
Little miss know everything now 'cause you know how to cut hair!
You don't know sh!t! Your blind, your a b!tch!
Fake little snitch! With false presumtions! A witch!
Makin' up accusations leaking rumors like piss!
20 f#ckin' 6 throwin' fits like kids! This anger has me latched to the darkest of hell's pits!
Just got up, & walked out of my life! Feelings of lonliness, pain is at its heights, Home is not the same in long & cold nights.
Food is not the same when there is no appetite,
Remembering when she was mad she was still so polite, take & light the way, this town bites!
Everywhere are signs of her, trapped inside, thoughts of the darkest!
I know how to end it but first must figure where to start this!
To depart from this, thirst to cease my mind from being mis-read.
M.O.M. my bloody buddy says as my hearts mis-lead, reach a dead-end & settle in with the darkness in his head.
A red bloody red tears, "here's my soul" is what he said.
He told me "here you have it, 'cause I want your's instead!"
"& you'll never be the same", is what he's sayin', "You'll never win her games, so why you playin'?" "You're roots of love will change,
& now your changin', to something odd & strange." "& now your praying, to a god with no face, your prayer is freying, as it travels towards space." But I'm not saving, any little trace for any little heaven, I'm gonna leave this place in a haste when I turn 24 tripple 11 with a mac 10 or 357.
Turn away, I don't want you.
Turn around now your all mine.
Turn away, 'cause I don't want to.
Turn around now & your all mine.
This back & forth in my mind is killing me,
Can't escape it for a minute it's inside of me,
Haunting my mind in the night while I try to sleep,
Closes eyes leak, Motionless moving memories,
Quiet & sad shrieks, Pain illusions in deep dreams,
Feeling overlapse to tease sight, Imagining peace,
I feel it searing my eyes! The dark overpowers the light,
While my mind tries to dream, My body softly weaps...
For how long is a dream a dream before its the same for weeks & weeks?
When do you say a dream from a nightmare? How much more can I bare?
If its realisticly always there is that not a f#ck!ng night-terror?
Terrified & deadly scared, reality is my only friend.
Broken like rejected prayer's & accepted ways people vent.
How to tell the dead your sorry, when they show to read a night time story.
Grousom sexuality of loved ones & forgotten's rot in their minds.
They are jealous of my momentum. Forced to stare at 'em.
Even with my eyes closed I see & I cry, I sigh, for the light,
come tonight to end this childs frightened dreadful flight.
I miss the innocence or arrogance in absolute love & care.
All we had together was all so rare, couple meant to pair,
Torn from us & brought to despair, smothered & gasping for air,
Could've done something but didn't with lies so unfair,
Little miss know everything now 'cause you know how to cut hair!
You don't know sh!t! Your blind, your a b!tch!
Fake little snitch! With false presumtions! A witch!
Makin' up accusations leaking rumors like piss!
20 f#ckin' 6 throwin' fits like kids! This anger has me latched to the darkest of hell's pits!
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
The darkness is surreal in this tomb.
Rhymes Of Darkness
When we were children we where taught nursery rhymes,
And they use to make us happy. Rhymes like London Bridge
And Ring-A-Ring-A-Rosie - these all sound innocent to children.
These rhymes had a more sinister theme, for example, the
Rhyme London Bridge Is Falling Down, was actually a fact back
In the 19th century in London, where the bridge on the river
Thames was slowly sinking at a rapid rate into the water, making
It unsafe to handle people and traffic. It was at the verge of
Collapse. Thus the rhyme London Bridge Is Falling Down,
Meant that if it were to collapse, people would drown and die.
Another rhyme goes back to the plague of London, where people
Wore face masks to prevent catching the black plague that
Was brought about by the growth of the rat population. When
People caught this disease they would hang wreaths of posies
On the doors of the sick people, and that later produced the rhyme
Ring-A-Ring-A-Rosie, referring to the black plague of London.
'They all fall down', meant that they died from the disease as there
Was no known antidote at that time. In the end the fire in a
Bakery in Pudding Lane caused the destruction of the plague
And pestilence, and London and it's people were eventually
Saved. Yes, these events created nursery rhymes that children
Have heard through the ages and have loved to read for fun.
They will never know the sinister side of these nursery rhymes.
And they use to make us happy. Rhymes like London Bridge
And Ring-A-Ring-A-Rosie - these all sound innocent to children.
These rhymes had a more sinister theme, for example, the
Rhyme London Bridge Is Falling Down, was actually a fact back
In the 19th century in London, where the bridge on the river
Thames was slowly sinking at a rapid rate into the water, making
It unsafe to handle people and traffic. It was at the verge of
Collapse. Thus the rhyme London Bridge Is Falling Down,
Meant that if it were to collapse, people would drown and die.
Another rhyme goes back to the plague of London, where people
Wore face masks to prevent catching the black plague that
Was brought about by the growth of the rat population. When
People caught this disease they would hang wreaths of posies
On the doors of the sick people, and that later produced the rhyme
Ring-A-Ring-A-Rosie, referring to the black plague of London.
'They all fall down', meant that they died from the disease as there
Was no known antidote at that time. In the end the fire in a
Bakery in Pudding Lane caused the destruction of the plague
And pestilence, and London and it's people were eventually
Saved. Yes, these events created nursery rhymes that children
Have heard through the ages and have loved to read for fun.
They will never know the sinister side of these nursery rhymes.
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
This poem delves into the world of children's nursery rhymes, are they really as innocent as they seem, I will let you be the judge in this poem I call...."Rhymes Of Darkness"Edited: Marikia
Written: February 2013
Black Christmas
Black Christmas, is not a time with little children
Hanging out their stockings or about Santa coming down
The chimney pot and delivering presents nor Rudolph
And the reindeers pulling Santa's sled it goes deeper
Than that to the darker side of Christmas, it is a story
Of the homeless and poverty stricken,the people who have
Nothing to look forward to at Christmas time, no Santa,
A time were young and old people can't take life any more
They tell themselves it is time to move on to another
World and they commit suicide as their only release
Yes this is society today, which was created by Governments
And very rich people who are really serving the Devil,
By being selfish and greedy and turning their backs
On society, they forever increase charges on bills
And utility Services, making people go without electricity
To cook with, foreclosing mortgages on people's houses,
Leaving families homeless and destitute, young woman,
Men and children are living on sidewalks, railway stations
And park benches, with no real place to live. Yes this is
Christmas, Black Christmas we are now experiencing, so no
Matter were you live there is no escape from this sub standard
Way of life for these people. The rich enjoy their life and
Could not care less as the governments grease their palms
For re-election Pledges as they both support each other
For the better life ahead. while they are having a turkey banquet,
Some poor soul is freezing to death that have very little
Clothing or a place to keep warm, yes this is indeed
A Black Christmas.
Hanging out their stockings or about Santa coming down
The chimney pot and delivering presents nor Rudolph
And the reindeers pulling Santa's sled it goes deeper
Than that to the darker side of Christmas, it is a story
Of the homeless and poverty stricken,the people who have
Nothing to look forward to at Christmas time, no Santa,
A time were young and old people can't take life any more
They tell themselves it is time to move on to another
World and they commit suicide as their only release
Yes this is society today, which was created by Governments
And very rich people who are really serving the Devil,
By being selfish and greedy and turning their backs
On society, they forever increase charges on bills
And utility Services, making people go without electricity
To cook with, foreclosing mortgages on people's houses,
Leaving families homeless and destitute, young woman,
Men and children are living on sidewalks, railway stations
And park benches, with no real place to live. Yes this is
Christmas, Black Christmas we are now experiencing, so no
Matter were you live there is no escape from this sub standard
Way of life for these people. The rich enjoy their life and
Could not care less as the governments grease their palms
For re-election Pledges as they both support each other
For the better life ahead. while they are having a turkey banquet,
Some poor soul is freezing to death that have very little
Clothing or a place to keep warm, yes this is indeed
A Black Christmas.
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
The poem Black Christmas was an unscheduled poem I created in 2012 that was going to be posted in 2013, but I thought it was a topic that needed to be seen by all, as this poem is based on actual fact, and this is actually happening now throughout the world, yes I brought this poem forward and posting it was paramount for today's society, some people may agree with this poem, others may not, I leave the judgement to the poetry fans to decide, it is controversial I know but it is also a true fact of life, so please enjoy Black Christmas.
Kiss of a Vampire!
Kiss of a Vampire!
In the darkness of the night,
I quickly creep into your bed!
I give to you a midnight kiss,
of me, the walking, living dead!
A kiss of immortality, of me to you,
now we are one and wed!
Let us go out into the seamy night,
for a bloody night of gore!
The vampire’s kiss of sucking necks,
of blood letting on the floor!
Then in the night, dark
cemeteries we will explore!
In the belfries, we will turn into a pair of bats,
and hang up, side by side!
When stalkers come with stake in hand
and crosses and garlic around their necks,
to them we will supper glide!
But when the sun creeps out, we surely must
in hidden coffins hide!
I give to you eternal life playing hide and seek
with me,
In a mirror on the wall your face they will never see,
Of course you will be hunted down, a fugitive for life
one from which that you will never be completely free!
With fangs of pain, we will carouse the world
and only stop to enjoy a luscious bite!
Quick, there’s one for you, running wildly to get away,
he screams with never ending fright!
The moon is full, the stars are bright,
Tis a marvelous Vampire’s flying Night!
Let me bite you on the neck again,
my Sweet!
The moon is full and I am so in love with you!
Tis the end of this Vampires tale and
I am locking doors and shuttering windows
and hiding under the bed!
Burr!
A tale on the dark side
JimEee
In the darkness of the night,
I quickly creep into your bed!
I give to you a midnight kiss,
of me, the walking, living dead!
A kiss of immortality, of me to you,
now we are one and wed!
Let us go out into the seamy night,
for a bloody night of gore!
The vampire’s kiss of sucking necks,
of blood letting on the floor!
Then in the night, dark
cemeteries we will explore!
In the belfries, we will turn into a pair of bats,
and hang up, side by side!
When stalkers come with stake in hand
and crosses and garlic around their necks,
to them we will supper glide!
But when the sun creeps out, we surely must
in hidden coffins hide!
I give to you eternal life playing hide and seek
with me,
In a mirror on the wall your face they will never see,
Of course you will be hunted down, a fugitive for life
one from which that you will never be completely free!
With fangs of pain, we will carouse the world
and only stop to enjoy a luscious bite!
Quick, there’s one for you, running wildly to get away,
he screams with never ending fright!
The moon is full, the stars are bright,
Tis a marvelous Vampire’s flying Night!
Let me bite you on the neck again,
my Sweet!
The moon is full and I am so in love with you!
Tis the end of this Vampires tale and
I am locking doors and shuttering windows
and hiding under the bed!
Burr!
A tale on the dark side
JimEee
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
Is a mosquito a small vampire in disquise?
Darkness Falls
For in the turmoil
of your soul you
feel the loneliness
the pain.
You feel the emptiness
what shall replace it.
You try, but still
you have an empty
whole there.
Alone
Darkness
in an empty room.
I feel this every
day as if my existence
is just that
nothing
no meaning.
I lean to God to
help me through this
dark time in my life.
He is my strength
my father
my redeemer
my friend
Lord help me now and
until the end.
of your soul you
feel the loneliness
the pain.
You feel the emptiness
what shall replace it.
You try, but still
you have an empty
whole there.
Alone
Darkness
in an empty room.
I feel this every
day as if my existence
is just that
nothing
no meaning.
I lean to God to
help me through this
dark time in my life.
He is my strength
my father
my redeemer
my friend
Lord help me now and
until the end.
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Posted: Nov 2012
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Lips
My lips shake
swollen from my teeth, I've been holding this inside so long
as I release the grip,I softly exhale
its the right time to say it but the time feels so wrong.
My heartbeats, irregular rhythm as if it's too broken to play its usual song
the pain is pleasure
the pain is gone
Black lips, white teeth, pink gums, red tongue
but the words colourless, speechless
they are yet to be born, raise my voice again
however i'm still an embryo to the truth
swollen from my teeth, I've been holding this inside so long
as I release the grip,I softly exhale
its the right time to say it but the time feels so wrong.
My heartbeats, irregular rhythm as if it's too broken to play its usual song
the pain is pleasure
the pain is gone
Black lips, white teeth, pink gums, red tongue
but the words colourless, speechless
they are yet to be born, raise my voice again
however i'm still an embryo to the truth
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
Sorry no idea what its about maybe you can tell me what you think its about
perpetual night
I sighed,
"Why do I try so hard?",
I look to the sky,
Staring at stars,
No answers fall and all is dark,
There's only me,
Alone in my heart,
Continually tearing myself apart,
The beginning ending before it starts...
"Why do I try so hard?",
I look to the sky,
Staring at stars,
No answers fall and all is dark,
There's only me,
Alone in my heart,
Continually tearing myself apart,
The beginning ending before it starts...
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
Me pondering lifes meaning looking off into infinity...
Monsters
It seems that i am told
That some people who drive
Fancy cars are simply a-holes
While others just survive...
Maybe i should go
With a BMW or new Jaguar
run down the homeless hobo
in my new and fancy car...
I'll race through tolls
Perhaps throw a little change
From deep within my billfold
Don't think me so deranged...
So, If I cut you off
Before the next red light
I'm on my way to play golf
Or just maybe out of spite...
That some people who drive
Fancy cars are simply a-holes
While others just survive...
Maybe i should go
With a BMW or new Jaguar
run down the homeless hobo
in my new and fancy car...
I'll race through tolls
Perhaps throw a little change
From deep within my billfold
Don't think me so deranged...
So, If I cut you off
Before the next red light
I'm on my way to play golf
Or just maybe out of spite...
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
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