You see, Demons always come back,
All the demons you make, gain or trail,
All the wrongs you do, befriend and send,
Find a way to make you fail,



Your self-righteous backstabbing ways,
Will always turn the knife around,
And before you can stop it,
You’ll be dead without a sound,



And the commandments you say you praise,
Will fall with the weight of the sun,
And crush your hopes and dreams,
And your longed for days with God will never come,



And if he really is up there, watching,
He sees how evil his child, you, are,
And if he really is sitting, judging,
He will see you far less than a star,
    But the black hole your hearts are.

-July 2nd 2013

Silvine Blockster

had a book

which it seems

everywhere he took

and thus as is

always the case

as when such books

are ferried in open space

it was not unusual

for folk to ask

if they could look

inside Silvines Blokcsters book

But upon not such uncivil pleas

he would become incenced

and wobble most peculiarly

at the knees

rant and even rave

shout and squeal

but he never would reveal

the pages of the books appeal

so once upon a dark and dreary night

when Mr Poe was real and truly out of sight

some citizens upon themselves they took

a vow to knock Silvine Blockster on the head

and steal his precious book

but alas dear reader

the blow they cast

caused poor Silvine Blockster

to breath his last

all fled in panic but one

who stayed fast

and stood there to the very last

he took a furtive look

inside the book

his knees buckled

his face turned white

and from head to toe

was filled with fright

but the book

he could not let go

this brought a smile to Mr Poe

who was not there

as well you know

now Mr Rephil Pad had a book

which it seems

everywhere he took

and when citizens

begged to take a look

his face whould turn green

and he would puke

and dear reader

please beware

for I do not mean to scare

if you encounter

Mr Rephil Pad

under no circumstnce

ask to look

inside his book

or enter into confederation

with those, who for just one peek

would crack his skull

and watch blood leak

for upon this crinkled parchement

fited and forgotten ink

tells of a curse

of which you must not think

a death note

you must not read

on this very subject

Mr Poe and I and of course the Raven

on this subject are all agreed

k a watson  2 days ago
The bell jingles
The door opens
The little figure hunched over
A parchement long forgotten
In time and space

My hads skim the volumes
My nose inhales the fragrance
Emotion over comes my being
I begin to run
Down the isles and up the stairs
Grabbing beautiful lights at random

Laughter bubbles from inside as I dance
Among the tall shelves that hold precious life

It is over too soon
My father calls to me
He tells me to pick only one
My happiness evaporates
How could I just choose one?

We soon leave
I empty handed
And his arms filled with knowledge
But I would return
I would return many a times
To relive that memory