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hair of red

skin of black

she moves like a jaguar

but aspires to be a cougar



feeding on the flesh and souls

of beautiful young lovers

tethered and powerless

within her spell



the challange in her eyes

hides the human frailty

burned in her memory

from years past



she's replaced pain with power

and will severly punish

any who dare cross her

or stand in her way



the feel of her flesh

is intoxicating

to hold her respect

empowering



our paths for now

have intertwined

and i will bask

in the glory of her favor



until i am consumed







by martin

everybody's an actor.



some for money,

some for fun,

most for fame,

and for X .... it's survival.



question this,

answer that ,

DNA from a bloody hat.

tell me X .... where were you at ?



in the jurys eyes,

it's plain to see,

jusitce is not meant to be,

X should have took the lesser plea.



life or death,

this aint no act,

he's innocent of the attack.

the knife of justice in his back.



X your family wants you home,

you're in a cell,

you're all alone,

the govoner not on the phone.



any last words X ?

yes, i am innocent.

i love my family.

i will miss them....and



i forgive you.



X was a decent man caught up in a world of overzealous police and prosicuters who constructed a paper case against an innocent man who acted niavely and paid the ultimate price.

myself, i believe in the death penalty. it's not always perfect, but what the fuck ? it don't matter to me .... as long as i don't get caught up in the act.





by martin

i like to close my eyes

and smell the salty sea air,

hear the waves mopping the shore,

the seaguls seagulling,

the children playing in the sand,

and even the tourist....

camera in hand.



i think back to when i was a boy

watching my dad playing football

in the sand.

when the game was over

i buried the ball in the sand

so it wouldn't get lost....

we never did find that ball.



whenever i go to the beach

i wana look for that football.

i know i'll never find it.

and yes....

i already took my lumps for that one

nearly fifty years ago.

i'll never forget that day.



yep, that was a long ride home.

at least it was only the football i buried

and not the car keys.

funny how the smell of the sea

always brings me back to that day.

i smell the salty sea air

and i wana stay here forever.





by martin

the penalty for life is death

it shouldn't be that way....but it is

for only through the fear of the unknown

can the good shepards maintain control

and retain thier crowns.



fire and brimstone

spew from the book

of life....and death

as read by the beast in the white robes

the king of clowns



Fill my basket little lamb

with gifts of silver and gold

for only i can protect you

from a sea of blood

where you will drown



so says the king of clowns

with tales of hell beneath the ground

pompus in his paper crown

i wonder what jesus would say

if he were around ?





by martin

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PandorasBx
17:08 Jan 23 2010

All of your poetry is great Martin :)

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martin
20:59 Jan 23 2010

Thanks Jadee, I appreciate that you take the time to troll my journals......it warms my heart

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MistressLace
19:11 Jan 26 2010

I love this one !!

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martin
14:23 Jan 29 2010

I thank you

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I get confused by people.

They want to enter doors

where none exist.

They want to enter space

where they are not wanted....

or needed.

They presume to know

what's best....

but for who ?

My invisible wall

is my armor....

and mine alone.

Your bleeding hearts

and pushy ways....

discust me.

You don't see me at all....

do you ?

No.

But I see you....

through my tears.





by martin

enter lector

swagger of swine

bloody of mind

tell me it's time

to eat



enter dahmer

tricks up his sleeve

you'll never leave

your head in a box

he'll keep



enter bundy

so neat and clean

every moms dream

to him your girls life

was cheap



monsters of man

how art thou ?

bundy was fried in a diaper

dahmer...gulp, swallowed by prison justice

and lector ?



ahh, ficton allows him to swagger

into that dark corner of our mind

unscathed

where we are all

monsters of man





by martin

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PandorasBx
18:08 Jan 20 2010

Dark and delicious hehe

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martin
22:38 Jan 20 2010

thanks Jadee

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MistressLace
19:13 Jan 26 2010

Now this one is a masterpiece :)

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martin
14:24 Jan 29 2010

I am honored bt you kind words

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into the darkness

with you bring

serpents eyes, and devils wings

forget about the living things

on the other side.



your deeds

once thought to be corrupt

the pact you made, the deal you struck

your rotten, ugly, fucking luck

now must be your pride.



so feed your cattle

fear and pain

bloody torture, don't restrain

smash thier skulls, then eat their brains

or watch your favor slide.



as in the light

you're still his pawn

distain is how you're looked upon

you'll never see another dawn

on the other side.





by martin

somewhere out there

in the night

i feel your glory

your power and your might



and that song

from days gone by

within my chest

my heart it cries



I hold my breath

as you creep near

the sound within

reveals my fear



and the song

i hope

that only i

can hear



wild thing

you make my heart sing

you hear everything

wild thing



you sink your teeth in

now i'm yours

eternity

is now my curse



and the song

the song of bleeding

of human hearts

the song of feeding





by martin

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NyteShade
21:22 Jan 26 2010

I Like this one a lot thanks for sharing

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martin
14:27 Jan 29 2010

You are most welcome sweet lady

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once upon a martini

or maybe on the rocks

tails that don't belong to cats

fronted out with cock



navels that are full of fuzz

mango mixed with peach

designated driver

practice what you preach



waking up to asprin

looking for your socks

it's gonna be a brutal day

breakfast on the rocks ?





by martin