steve1223 Poetry (718)

I once knew a Lady who lived far away
In the hillside a cave her abode
On her knees she would pray every day
Send someone for me to love

Up on a charger rode a knight
It was the one with a massive V8
For you my Dear a dragon I’ll fight
And then I’ll make you my wife

With these words her heart missed a beat
Were all her dreams to come true
On she danced so light on her feet
The whole night passed in a blur

But sad to say there is a moral to hear
To one you all better listen
Not all knight’s armour is shining I fear
In fact his was quite rusty

Came morning when she awoke
This knight was nowhere in sight
Forgotten were the words of love he spoke
Was like it had never happened

A present he did leave behind
An itch that became unbearable
So if this scoundrel you should find
I fear you could be in danger

What a sad and lonely existence
I wish Death would come for me
Yet I know this is not possible
For I am Death, the releaser of souls

I watch human kind and envy them
Their passion and joyfulness
Their love and zest for life
And yes, even their crossing over

In my time off I sit and watch
While they are happy living
No matter how much I wish and hope
There’s no way I can join them

Sometime back in my distant past
Too far for me to remember
How did I become what I am now
Mankind’s Grim Reaper

So on I go through eternity
I cannot change my calling
So when you knock on death’s door
Spare a thought for who will aid you

You can’t see what’s inside of me
You think that I am empty
All you see is a blank staring face
And a mouth constantly drooling

You make fun of me, call me names
Say that I’m wasting air breathing
It pains me so these words I hear
You don’t know I can hear you

There is no way to let you know
That I'm here, inside of me
I think and feel just like you do
But there’s no way I can tell you

So count your blessings while you can
For life is so uncertain
Before I drove whilst I was drunk
My life was fairly normal

My luck ran out, I’d pushed too far
This was one time, once too many

I am empty, there is nothing inside me
No wonder I feel nothing, no pain
Nor do I feel love, that is an emotion
These things you feel not when empty

You say, 'so what,' many people are empty
But you don't understand at all
I ... am ... literally ... empty
There is nothing inside me at all

No heart, no lungs, no liver, nothing
I am a walking dead person, a corpse
If you cut me I will feel nothing, no pain
There will be no blood gushing forth

Can you not smell me????
Even to my nose the putrefying odour clings
Surely, to you it must be overpowering
The smell of me, the rotten stench of death

For you see, I am dead, no longer living
Maybe though, I have always been dead
I just cannot remember at all
Surely in time my body will decay away

Could it be that I will lay in my grave
Lay there, aware for an eternity
Could this be ... am I already in hell
I am dead, but the knowledge of this terrifies me

Tomorrow when the war began
The soldiers started cheering
Up stood the Queen, gave a speech
While the goose made love with the gander

On the wall sat a great big egg
He was round, fat and jolly
Laughed so much it cracked him up
Now his brain is all scrambled

Old King Merv
Was a dirty old perv
Watched porno all night
And tugged with all his might

Jack was sluggish
Jack was slow
Jack got felled
By a mighty blow

Mary, Mary you’re such a Fairy
You put on a really good show
Leather and lace and rouge painted face
Our knickers on stage we throw

Young Suzie Wong
Went to grab her bong
To get herself really high
But the bong was bare
The neighbour had none to spare
She cried, “what a poor girl am I.”

The skin fits so perfect, exactly my size
Still warm and moist and so supple
Slowly I pull it on, first the legs
Ever so carefully so as not to damage it

Up over my hips and towards my chest
Slip in my arms and shrug it over my shoulders
Last of all it goes over my head and face
A slight adjustment to correct the fit

Azalia stitches up the openings in the skin
When she and Raul have fitted their skins
I will assist them by stitching them in
It won’t be long we will all be in our new skins

The pleasure I feel as I run my hands over it
It is indescribable, so soft and tender
Only a short while ago they were wearing them
Now they hang there, blood pooling on the floor

They are still alive, they will be for some time yet
It has taken years of practice to become this good
To skin them and still have them alive at the end
I have lost count how many we have skinned

Great care must be taken not to damage the skin
To make the least amount of cuts to remove it
The base of the skull to remove the headpiece
A cut along the spine allows the rest of the skin to part

The screams go right through you, such a pleasure
While Azalia was skinning a few times she fell to the floor
Her pleasure was so great that she was overcome
She has always been a very passionate person

They are no longer screaming, now they just moan
How sad that they are going to be dead soon
If there was only a way I could prolong their agony
How sweet it is, they are being sacrificed for our pleasure

Tonight we will make love in our new skins
We have a few days before the sweet smell of decay
Eventually we will have to remove them as they perish
There comes a point when they are no longer as exciting

Then we will once again begin our hunt through the nights
There are so many alleys and byways where it is dark
It won’t take us long to find new quarry, no-one will miss them
They are all out there, all just for our pleasure

Oh dear, I am so ashamed
What would Uncle Drac say
Descended from this fine line
Such terrible, fearsome vampires

Out at night, hunting for food
You’d better indoors be hiding
Young or old, it matters not
Your blood, theirs for the taking

Remember well when out I went
On my first night’s hunting
There she was , a comely wench
Tonight I would be feasting

Held her tight, no chance to run
My gaze was mesmerizing
My teeth sunk into her throat
From that point things went wrong

The blood it flowed, made me gag
The taste was oh so rotten
Pulled back and spat it out
Then I saw her neck oozing

The world spun, I felt so dizzy
And then I hit the ground
When finally I did come to
The wench had fled, left me

I staggered home, feeling quite ill
How could this be happening
Vampires to drink blood live
Not to faint when blood is sighted

So I don’t know what I can do
I have this dreadful secret
If I should let the others know
They’ll cast me out forever

So I’ll pretend that all is well
That out I go for hunting
Should you see me out and about
I’m just heading down to Maccas

The words I heard
Just blew my mind
When the doctor said
“You are pregnant”

For so many years
We tried and failed
Kept up our hopes
But never succeeding

I would look at friends
And see their children
Then ask myself
What is wrong with me

The news I spread
With much excitement
We wanted to share
With the whole wide world

We painted the spare room
Into a nursery
Started to fill it
With all sorts of things

So happy we were
Dreaming all those dreams
Just baby and us
Bright and happy future

The next check up
Straight away I knew
By the look in their eyes
Something tragically wrong

“Anencephaly,” they said
And if that’s not enough
There is also malformation
Severely bent and twisted

The choices they gave
Was to terminate
But should it go full term
It may not live past the hour

Round and round in my mind
The thoughts each other chase
Have I the right to terminate
Or the right to make it suffer

Abortion is for me so wrong
Against it all my life
But could it be to carry on
Something so much worse

At night I prayed
On my knees to God
Answers I was seeking
To show me the way

Finally with many tears
I reached my decision
The best for the baby would be
Not to make it suffer

The pregnancy was terminated
I felt dreadfully empty
Even though I knew it was right
Why did I feel so terrible

Every baby that I see
I ask why could mine not be
Why did this have to happen
Why could things not be

In the nursery I sit at night
Amongst the things we bought
Pain tears my soul apart
And tears soak my blouse

Was about three years later
That I had another chance
Excited yet terrified
How would this time be

It was a girl
Beautiful and perfect
The joy of our life
A blessing to us

Silence, utter silence, like none before
I can hear my heart beating, thumping
Cutting through this unholy silence
Can even hear my rapid breathing

But what, where, my eyes are wide open
There is only blackness, not the slightest glimmer
I try to move and realise, I am confined
With growing terror I explore my surrounds

A coffin … I … am … in … a … coffin
Panic washed through me, I could barely breathe
How did I get here? What has happened to me?
Desperately I search my memories for answers

The last thing I remember was being on my PC
I was talking to this eleven year old girl
Made arrangement to meet, she thought I was twelve
It is so easy, they always believe my lies

I love them young, they are so pure and unspoilt
It breaks my heart that I have to kill them later
After all they are no longer pure and unspoilt
But I always wrap them and give them a decent burial

I pray over their graves, ask God to care for them
After all, I am no animal, I’m not a monster
I have lost count as to how many boys and girls I’ve loved
More than twenty, of that I am sure, much more

My hand encounters something next to me
It feels like an old fashioned tape player
With trepidation I push the play button
Music gushes forth, it is a funeral dirge

“Welcome,” said the voice, “welcome to my world
You killed my little girl, my reason for living
Once you were sated you callously killed her
Tossed her aside like she no longer mattered.”

Not true, I wanted to scream, I really loved her
I don’t know which one she was, but it was all the same
Everyone I laid into the ground I cried over
I cried for I had lost them, no more could I love them

“You buried her without another thought
My soul, my very being is right there with her
You buried me along with her, alone, forgotten
It was only by accident that she was discovered

How many more? How many others are out there?
It took years to find you, but find you we did
You are now where she was, buried and alone
Don’t worry, you won’t suffocate, you have air

You will live for a long time yet.”
Tears were streaming down my face, tears for me
How could they misunderstand me so badly?
All I ever wanted was love, sweet pure love

Once I loved them they were no longer pure
They were no longer innocent, they had lost that
I had to keep searching to find my pure love
Why is it that they just cannot understand this?

I am buried alive, no way for me to escape
Will I go insane before death releases me from this torment?
Oh God …. PLEASE …. I do not deserve this

“Darling Dear,” she said to me with a look so dire and sombre.
“There is something I must confess before another year passes.”
Now I prepared to hear the worst, infidelity and such like.
Never once did I suspect of what was to follow.
“Darling Dear, all these years I told you I was infertile.”
I nodded, wondering what was to come, so I said, “please continue.”
“The truth I stretched a little bit, hell, maybe even broke it.
You see, I already have two daughters and a son, but the thing is,
they call me Dad, not Mum.”
Now that rocked me back and forth and left me somewhat confused.
Does that mean that she was he, back before I met her?
“Please speak to me,” she begged with a tear on her cheek.
But I couldn’t help myself, this was just too funny. Suddenly it
all burst out, I rolled on the floor laughing. Took a while for me to
stop so that I could answer.
“I too have children, two darling sons, and they both call me Mum.
A woman I was a long time ago, but now I am a man.”
That was many years ago and we are still together. You could
call this a modern romance.

Death my old friend, let me lay down with you.
Come around me wrap your arms, to sleep gently soothe me.
My life’s been long, I’ve lived it well, no regrets to speak of.
I’ve laughed, I’ve cried, there were times my heart was broken.
But not one, my friend, would I trade back and lose memory forever.
My first love was so sweet, I was seven and she’d turned six.
We sat beneath the old willow tree, shared our cookies and our drink.
We swore that forever we’d be friends, so young and innocent were we.
By the time I turned twelve she was gone, they’d moved across the sea.
I must admit, I cried for days, my best friend had been taken.
Even now, sometimes I wonder, what happened, how did her life go.
Maybe, who knows, on the other side these answers I’ll be finding.
Was sixteen when I met Maree, a woman wise and worldly.
Hair of black and gypsy soul, yet she was but three years older.
She taught me there in the back of her truck, all the ways of loving.
She had arrived on early morn, never said where she hailed from.
Same way she disappeared, here now, today, gone the next.
For all she said and all she did, leaving no trace behind her.
Sometimes I sit back and close my eyes, can still taste those lips.
Girls came and they went, all nice but none made same impression.
Not until I was twenty five, did I meet the one that mattered.
From when my eyes opened to the day to end of day when closed.
She was always in my thoughts, my every waking moment.
At twenty seven we did wed, my bride, my wife, was ever so radiant.
Our life we lived happily, a son and two daughters we added.
I’d be telling a lie if I said all was fine, there were times we had our downs.
But all in all, we worked on those, together we survived them.
The day of my birthday I remember well, twas the day I turned sixty seven.
Two policemen knocked on the door, their faces told the story.
Lost my life, my heart, my soul, for forty years my companion.
Darkness closed from all around and icy coldness gripped my heart.
How could this happen I wanted to know, at God I was railing.
My children brought me through, brought me back to sunshine.
The years passed on as years will, my family all around me.
Three had grown to twenty two, such a carry on when all together.
Celebrated ninety nine, but I think I’m not here much longer.
Death is whispering in my ear, each day I hear him clearer.
‘Come,’ he says, ‘lay down with me and I’ll take you into forever.’
So gladly I’ll go, my love I’ll meet, eternity to spend together.

Mary had a lamb one day
It was young, plump and juicy
Quick as a wink in the oven it went
And was roasted to perfection

Mary went to school one day
The lamb not there to save her
Fell over, broke her leg
And ended up in traction

In the corner little Jack Horner
A boy so strange and weird
Plays with his bum, sticks in his thumb
Yells out, ‘Eureka! I’m in.’

Then there was Miss Muffet
Who espied him from her tuffet
Decided he’s kinky, said quick as a winky
‘Let’s run off and live in sin.’

There was Mary, who was quite contrary
In her garden she was hiding
There were swingers and winners
And nude lesbians all around

Jack was nimble and he was quick
But he got hit with a dirty big stick
He was where he should not be
Hiding in the bushes he was found

While up the hill Jack did trot
And the damn Jill ran right after
Tripped him up when he reached the top
Then burst out in laughter

Down he tumbled over and over
Until he hit a mighty oak tree
Hobbled home, jumped into bed
And stayed home thereafter