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It torturous feeling like you're doomed
long ago any faith was fully consumed
Hopelessness the state I'm drowning in
ponder if punishment for previous sin

When alone life can seem void of movement
this despicable existence made me indignant
Not sharing everyday life pains me most
doubt and despair take turns playing host

For inducing laughter I have a knack
'never' give with assumption of payback
Inside me beats a heart as BIG as ANY
desire to do for others surpasses plenty

My exterior doesn't mirror my inner feeling
undesirable thoughts rarely cease reeling
How people feel most don't care to hear
in every troubled soul lives crippling fear

Acting on beliefs presumes one mentally ill
humans a mistake you can never repeal

The feeling ..hard to explain
I recognise myself only in name
the sense of self merely a shell
the only feeling - living in hell

The light - end of tunnel is barely in sight
as sleeplessness reigns yet another night
So much to live for but lacking foresight
straying towards wrong - rarely the right

Desire to push the self destruct button
knowing full well result equals nothing
hoping like hell this night won't be long
hoping to find the will to be strong

Relentless struggle tomorrow will bring
and maybe the bell of hope will ring
may it chime really loud penetrating my mind
and reach the place it's destined to find

My name is David,
That is true,
A simple man with manual works,
I treat ill people, not the kind you like to meet,
I find comfortable surroundings a plus,
Where exchange is the past,
And sanitised and professional is the future,
I say Ill, I mean poisoning of the blood,
I'm I any different when I throw back a few,
I'm I clear in being who I am,
Do I bring my work home, no,
Throw me to the wolves as I know your future,
My tongue is my creed,
Wrestle my mind,
Choke my confidence,
I will survive,
I know you, I met you,
Don't hide in books,
Is everyone different or the same,
No need to bow,
I'm simple, mature, dedicated,
I want to die....
Leaned me the rope, hand me the knife,
Give me the gun...
Let me sleep...

It's really not feasible for one to know another Inside Out
everyone shelters things inside they dare not talk about
What's most disheartening to me is being misunderstood
If it were possible to always be my true self I would

When people speak of me 'After I'm Gone' I hope truth is included
like raising a wonderful daughter by himself deserved to be saluted
Also his compassionate heart was made of genuine precious gold
and thinking of himself first never happened if truth be told

Ronnie was humble while epitomizing selflessness and clever
in every fiber of his being lived integrity and fake he was never
Helping others was all desire and moral character stayed in place
a real life Old Fashioned Gent who induced laughter with true grace

Also he wasn't 'Willing' or just couldn't stop treating women too good
honest, Benevolent, Tenderhearted, and Genuine he firmly stood
It appears I'm simply tooting my own horn but I promise I'm not
just want the facts told 'After I'm Gone' Six feet underground to rot

My 100th poem - and my last billet doux,*
(And please don't take my writing for granted);-
There's more I could tell you - and some that is new;-
(Though lust over love has been oft been supplanted).
Where poesy (it seems) appeals to the few;-
(There's a lot to say about things that I once did);-
And never has there been a much truer word,
Than what I've writ now in front of the World.

Though how can I say it's my last billet doux;-
What hope have I got,- when such are my failings?
Thus under my pen, my verse blooms anew;-
To describe my young self in emotional railings.
Well it's true (as a young man) I did go askew,
And my life was far; - far from plain sailing;-
So then, please excuse this my biopic;-
In which I write on various topics.

So I find it can't be my last billet doux,
(Merely a break, or a quiet hiatus);-
Should I go and hide from the World, and it's view;-
Or write and describe some more of my coitus?
It's hard to believe it would cause much ado,
In this graphic life, where half the World hates us;-
When really I write of the "damage done";-
And the abuse that made me an "orphan."

It's not that I here write with self-pity,
It's more that I say here God "please explain"
Or maybe a tale of "sin and the city",
And human potential that's gone down the drain.
I write not to seem too clever, nor witty,
(In fact behind lies emotional pain)
Of a type that's quite hard to comprehend;-
So I think that it's Karma, and death's not the End.

So what must I do to repay the sins,
That were likely acquired in many past lives?
When life's credits roll up,- will it say "fin";-
Or at this juncture, does my energy survive?
Well, I must go on;- and to live is to win,
To spite them, and say:- "hey I'm still alive";-
And like the Phoenix, fly above the Narcissist,-
Who can't triumph, in all his cruel self-interest.


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He once was a good man
But war turned him sour
Many of his generation drank themselves to death
He chose to go further
To a new hell not just in war
But forever in hell
He found a box
Made of wood and covered in fancy metallic designs
Whoever opened the box would be dragged into hell
Dragged by large metal fish hooks attached to chains
There they would either be tormented for eternity or become a demon
the box saw in this military man a monster
A monster that would become one of the worst nightmares for many
Angels to some
Demons to others
A man with pins all over his face and head
A white head with squares cut by unseen knife wielder
Where each intersection of a cut would have a metallic spike
Pinhead would go down as a memorable monster indeed

Penalty for regrets when young has been a life spent in you Misery
weight of you on me impeded my heart and soul escaping dreary
Since those days I have more than amended yet we still co-exist
when you take hold of one freeing them isn't on the options list

Apparently Misery it's the entire world you literally plan to permeate
the number of victims succumbing to you is at an alarming rate
IF an alleged deity created all things that includes you I'd safely say
maybe he born you to assure his creations happiness be kept at bay

Drugs ingested because of you make life for many some blurry dream
those void of voice are dying to blurt out a loud pleading scream
The deserving mostly avoid you while the good become victims of prey
a disheartening fact never changing no matter how much faithful pray

Sadly there was NO fork in life's road to steer us away from you
like every 'menace to society' you too induce unwarranted blue
Misery you're THE perpetual threat to the hopes of mankind
I've accepted you won't allow me to reestablish peace of mind

You ultimately taught me despite your curse it's feasible to keep going
humans endure you because there is no TRUE altruistic ALL knowing

Lonely nights when I sit and stare, a blank wall and there is nothing there.
Over and over I pray and hope, will tonight be the night, but still I stare.
Silently time marches on, a faint crack of dawn, night’s almost gone.
This night was lost, waste of time, maybe next night, something to act on.

In the night where dreams hold sway, is there hope, I can only pray.
Noises muted, faint sounds of song, somewhere a party, just go away.
My eyeballs ache, there’s pain behind, pressure building, too much to bear.
Yet still I linger refusing to quit, while all around me there is only despair.

Every song sounds the same, tears spilled and memories of loss.
My life is over I now believe, burden I must bear, this is my cross.
Only now I realise, while it’s there you never care, this loss so great.
Tears to wipe to hide the pain, hide the shame while I sit and wait.

I hear a siren in a far off distance, the sound of train, a banshees wail.
Old songs from memories past, bitter sweet recollections my mind assail.
Nightly now I sit and stare, a blank wall and there is nothing there.
Still I pray and I hope, will tonight be the night, to end this nightmare.

Ch3 part 1
Voice whisper in the darkest of hours
Taking there time leaving feelings so sour,
Plotting and planning no knowing she hears it ,
Planning a way to break the free spirit,
Steps grow closer the floor a sharp crackle,
Trying to move the free spirit is shackled,
Tied down pinned down upon an altar of black,
Starring at the ceiling also crumbled and cracked,
Not sure it's be is upside down or down side right,
Or Left side down the thought brought her much fright,
feeling the glow leave from her crown,
The perfect hem stone torn from her gown,
Then the Lady of black speaks in much reverence,
Let not take pride or wealth but take the innocence,
A sharp pain then felt in her side,
The feelings of euphoria began to subside,
A feeling of horror plague her minds gate,
It's the horrible feeling of not knowing her fate,
Two sets of strong hands the voices from before,
Grasp tightly each arm and pick her from the floor,
Now remove this vail I have cast upon open eyes,
Oh mystic black arts of the wicked and wise,
Look upon me now and see as you will,
a reflection of a future that time will soon fill,
And as it was its so shall be be,
The image before her she could not believe,
It was her doing. in jealousy and wrath,
Who put her down this evil path,
To late now to atone for to much,
You cannot see or smell
nor run talk or touch,
Why and how run thru her mind,
Tell me what brings us her to this mirage of rewind,
One you were the one who shone brighter then the rest,
The brilliance of you light was seen all evil at best,
They committed there time to turning you black,
Saw a sliver of me through the temporal crack,
brought me forth through means they knew nothing of,
And finally had there all black dove,
But I knew that more than one cannot survive,
on any plane of existence two of the same soul won't thrive,
As I began to fade I agreed to turn you black in shame
In return my return to the plane whence I came,
Kidnapping him caging you were merely chores,
Falling victim to my power because it was yours,
Did you think it odd that he came so easy,
His bowing to me obeying my orders it makes you queasy.
And when he save you again it will be me this time,
You forced to watch as I commit this crime,
But enough of this now give her more,
Two more needles full of this darkness began to bore,
Deep in her skin her veins turn black as night,
The feeling of more become her new blight,
The lady in black leaves saying this,
Keep her mind active her body choose what you wish, to be continued......

Even my malice is virtuous
For I don't bring harm to those who bring harm to themselves

To my dearest friends seeking drama
I hope to to rattle you well

Your minds shifted not to how I feel
But rather to sow the seeds that impregnate your drama fields, you've something to sell

I think it time you've gotten what drama yields
So be on your merry way and merry go, someplace liken to hell

I'm immune to you like winter, I'm well layered
Like petty crooks you've taken to claw at my flesh as if digging for gold
So I've left your carcass on the road

I'm glad to say that It's far behind me
As the stench was unbearable upon sight of it's truths there laying exposed