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Goblins Smile
(2005)
Goblins crawl along
the dirt
Never leaving the
pungent stench
Of home and guts and
bird free
To take the night as
their right
They will trick you
and deceive,
Take from you what
not perceived
Never trust a goblins
smile
For he will take within
a mile
If you see one,
freeze hold still
He reacts to movement
like a feather quill
If his eyes fix on
you
Run like hell to the
nearest bell
From you behind he
will take you
In surprise, you feel
his grip
For he is the goblin
sent to reap
The devils souls back
to the deep
(Published 2007)
Explored
(2005)
Like wind blowing
through her hair
His fingers caressed
and fair
Across her neck and
ears they go
Making her body
tremble so
Down her nape to her
heaving breasts
She felt the
excitement begin to test
She did not move for
fear of less
Her body quivered to
feel his chest
She was an instrument
to which he played
His fingers knew her
every maze
She could not hide
her whimper sigh
Of pleasures deep
within her thigh
Slowly he moved to
tummy part
Playing her senses
like a harp
Her body covered in
goose bumps large
Making her thighs
ache apart
His fingers slowly
teased her body
Like a delicate
flower vine
Her body playing to
his rhythm
Of pleasures deep and
all to fine.
You
(2005)
Little
shit is all you are
From
devils spunk you were spawned
To
make the crawl of a devil
Up
the banks of your anus level
Smell
the stench of the little shit
Makes
you retch to think of it
He
has no class, no size at all
To
make a single life at all
Spiders
know from whence you came
The
smelly dirty sewer maze
He
crawled from the depths of floating scum
Beyond
the gates of a sewers bum
He
opens his mouth and out shit pours
Beyond
his smell stupidity was born
The
moronic workings of a twisted mind
Is
all the twat has to find
Can
he see what he has to be
Nothing
more than a bottoms be
He
has no depth no sense to be
Anything
more that a devils wee
Go
back from whence you came
You
tiny little piece of shame
Crawl
away little scum remember my name
I
was the slayer of the shame
Painful Journey
2013
Goodbye my love your
cruelty abound
If you can treat me
like a fallen clown
Then away with you
break me no more
I am no longer the
terrible chore
Tears of freedom I
did cry
I raised the bar and
jumped the sty
I climbed the hill
and mountain too
But in the end, I
made it through
So cured am I you
bother me not
No longer is my heart
tied in knots
Free of the chains
you gave my soul
You have them back to
the darkness you sowed
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