Annoying Noises
waking up hearing voices
inside my deep dark mind
"where are the dead bodies
where is the hole
where is the shovel
did you **** all theses people"
could I have done such a thing
"I'll ask you again
where are the dead bodies
where is the hole
where is the shovel
did you **** all these people"
I can't turn off theses annoying noises,
why is it me hearing voices
"I'll ask you again
where are the dead bodies
where is the hole
where is the shovel
did you **** all these people"
since these voices
won't go away
then I'll make them
go away
The Trailer Park Paper
"two bodies found dead today
from what seems to be a double suicide
man shot with shotgun in mouth
woman found in bed with an empty pill bottle
lying right next to her
the oddest part of this case,
was a skipping album at a certain strange part"
"I'll ask you again
where are the dead bodies
where is the hole
where is the shovel
did you **** all these people"

Time
time is here
time is now
time to make my final bow
I am done
can't take no more
it's time to slam the door
nothing left to say
nothing left to write
I've taken my final bite
nobody knows
nobody cares
no more time to split hairs
nobody listens
nobody reads
feels like I'm pulling weeds
I won't be missed
I won't be remembered
my pen I gladly surrendered
good-bye to you
good-by to me
it's time to set my soul free

Taboo

Saw something that I shouldn't
helping myself, I just couldn't.
It was just standing there,
alone, but lacking no flare.
Oh the beauty, oh the grace,
so glad, it didn't see my face.
Maybe what I did was wrong,
in a place, I didn't belong.
What I saw, you wouldn't believe,
a web I practiced to deceive.
A part of me grew inside,
very long and very wide.
I should feel bad, but I do not,
maybe my brain has a clot.
Always tried to figure out a way,
felt like a hunter, stalking my prey.
What I saw, I'll never forget,
not a bit of any regret.
I will never tell what I saw,
but it's been awhile,
and I'm going through withdraw.

Back Yard
Dug a hole in the ground,
for the bodies that I found.
Scattered in my back yard,
there severely bruised and scarred.
Two women and three men,
I put them there,
but I forgot when.
Family was a pain in the ***,
sliced them up with broken glass.
Grass never been so green,
I felt like a killing machine.
It was easy, it was fun,
I'm far from being done,
Don't knock on my front door,
or you will be no more.
Back yard now filled with dead bodies,
to me their all just carbon copies.

Can I
can I speak with no tongue
can I listen with no ears
can I smell with no nose
can I walk with no legs
can I write with no arms
can I brush with no hair
can I see with no eyes
can I eat with no teeth
hang me on the wall,
call me modern art
even with no body parts
I can still do what I want
I can do anything,
if I put my mind to it
I was born with no parts
but I can still do more than you
I refuse to give up or quit
you ask can I, I say yes I can

Old West
dark man in the shadows
walking toward the pole of gallows
doing his time
for his heinous crime
******, **** and molesting
nobody watching is protesting
guilty with no doubt
that's what the old west was about
hunted down by a lynch mob
soon his neck will throb
as they tie the noose
making sure it's not loose
as he begins to fall
dead is the man they called Paul
no one there started to cry
as they watched an innocent man die
the real killer then confessed
so they shot him in the chest

why are we here
why are we there
I never asked to be anywhere
first we're born
then we die
we learn life on the fly
sometimes happy
sometimes mad
they make pills, if you're sad
some of us smoke
some of us drink
life *****, is what I think
is there there heaven
is there hell
on that subject, I don't dwell
what about god
what about not
title of this poem, I forgot