Spitting Image of Madness

 

It seems like that I had no time

It seems like time just stopped inside my ear

It seems like it stood still

I was frozen

frozen in time

in a moment

caught tightly within the grasp of a timeless place

measured only by the amount of heart beats I lost

I counted how many times my panties got wet

How many times I smelled the musty stench of New York streets

I felt lost inside the walls of my own mind

Too quiet a place to think

I needed noise

and noise never came

Grey mountains that obstructed my vision; not majestic.

No magic to it at all actually

Just men

Stronger and weaker at the same time

And I believe that I am free

even though I have never known freedom of any kind

My feet are blistering

At times I feel like walking is an impossible task.

Razors beneath me

Destination far off in the distance.

Like always no easy road

no taxis

no good Samaritans; in my book 

Just grey coated clouds, covering the sky above me.

and my walk of shame lasted longer than most

I walked my shameful body off of a ledge

and jumped.

And now the streets are covered in the organs I once used to live

Usually, I’d care

Let them scavenge like hungry mongrels over the little of me that remains

Fight like dogs

Hungry for blood….. Like the gods they serve

Spitting image of only themselves

 

 

The Hatred

In your face
I see it
I smell it
The hatred
You breathe it
You need it
You seek it
The hatred
Can’t hide it
Or deny it
Can’t control it
The hatred
Your book tells you to hate
So you hate
Like it says
The gays
And the women
They disgust you
The hatred
The Jews
And the Muslims
The Christians
Pure hatred
The government
The people
Whole nations
Of hatred
Your book tells you to hate
So you hate
Like it says
The trannys
The black men
YOU HATE THEM
YOU HATE THEM
The atheists
The thinkers
YOU HATE THEM
YOU HATE THEM
The Seekers
The searchers
YOU HATE THEM
YOU HATE THEM
Your book tells you to hate
So you hate
Like it says
The colored
The niggers
Those monkeys
The hatred
The cracker
The pecker
“The Man”
And you HATE HIM!!
The wet back
The beaner
The spic
The hatred

Your parents told you to hate them
So you do
As they say….

Behind A Cross

No heaven exist
No afterlife
No men of sacred cloth

Just men of men
Born flesh and blood
Who hide behind a cross

His hands not meant for healing

Nor his life a reflection of that which he repeatedly speaks.

And as his lies leak

His innocent victims die weak

Of broken hearts;
nights of no sleep

Terrified

Of the man behind the cross

Trying to gain heaven
Finding themselves lost

Brainwashed and still knocking on the door of the demon.

Still bleeding on the inside
While outside covered in semen

In places forbidden

By a man who is continually forgiven

For the rapes of children

And he is no saint

However cloaked in deception he may appear

He is no one to revere

His smile; insincere
And since lost innocence is clear
It’s clear that innocence was certainly lost here.

So he goes on selling souls to fear

Fail Mary mother of Grace

Mother of Thomas, Carlo and Steven

With the blood debt paid
The perverted path paved

Suffered pain; now even.

So they suffer to come unto him

The mastery is repulsive

Offering up restitution

Or the relocation solution

Yes, please relocate my demon and
Infect others with visions of his semen.

The pain has allowed me to reason…

No heaven exist
No afterlife
No men of sacred cloth

Just men of men
Born flesh and blood
Who hide behind a cross

The Wonderful Wizard of GOD

 

The Wizard of God

 

Searching for

The answer

                That

                      Would

                                Lead

                                       Me

                                 Home,

                               I

                      Came

               Upon

        What

            I

       Thought

           Was

             A

    GOD

 

I am accompanied

By someone seeking

Courage and another

Who desires the ability

To think.

But

I

Am

Alone

And I’d just like to

Get home.

 

Savages along my

Journey have tried

To enslave me

To no avail

 

Endless sea’s of Emerald

Beauty dance tauntingly

Beside me

Breathing

With their ape like lust,

Their mouths

Bellowing.

 

These red shoes

Have got me feeling

A tad bit constricted.

 

I’d

Like

To

Take

Them

Off

And slip quietly off this path

                                             Leading

                                                         Me

                                                    Right

                                               Into

                                         The

                                Hands

                                  Of

                                 This

                              Non

                Existent

                          Deity

 

But I continue on

Searching

For

My

Way

Home

 

Everyone around me is

Pointing in one direction,

 

I become consumed

With fear

 

Terrified of what lied                                   ahead

 

Swarms of flying demons

Surround me.

 

Licking

My flesh

Uncovering

My

Virgin

Pussy

They

Sedate

Me.

 

I wake up

Staring in the eyes

Of the un-holy

 

One who wishes

To strip me of

The

Shoes

I stole

From

The

Bitch

I killed

With

My

House

 

Her equally Satanic Sister

 

I doused her in holy water

 

Or

Maybe

It

Was

Acid?

 

Either way

Her slaves rejoiced

 

And we kept

On our journey

 

Our journey into the

Abyss

Hand in hand

We laughed

And cried

And talked

About what

We’d all do

When we finally

Came face to face with the WIZARD

 

I could smell the lilac tree blooming in the front yard,

Freshly squeezed lemonade,

Homemade biscuits,

Shared among

Friendly faces.

 

I longed for HOME

 

So I faced my fear

And skipped

My way toward Jesus,

Hands shaking

With anticipation

I was off to see

THE WIZARD

The Wonderful Wizard

Of God

 

I hear he is a wiz of a wiz

 

IF EVER A WIZ THERE WAS?????

 

If ever, oh ever a wiz there was,

The Wizard of Oz is one because

Because, because, because, because, because

Because of the wonderful things he does

 

And I was certain that he would

Show

       Me

          The

              Way

                    Home.

 

My golden path

Led to

A Huge WHITE HOUSE

Surrounded by guards

Dressed in

Black suits

Carrying FN P90’s

 

I demanded to see

The Wizard

The wonderful

Wizard of God

 

They looked at each other

And laughed

Then back at us

 

“What will you pay to see the Wizard?”

 

I took off those god awful shoes…

 

“Right

This

Way”

 

Long hallways

Of solid gold

Led to a gigantic room

With a big green curtain

 

I called out

I heard nothing

 

I called out again

 

“Who dares to disturb the great Wizard?”

 

(I was shaking)

 

My lips uttered

Five words.

 

“I need to get home.”

 

Who knew what was going on without me?

Chaos?

Pandemonium?

Grief?

Sickness?

Death?

 

“I need to get home.”

 

No WORD from the Wizard?

NO WORD FROM THE WIZARD?!

NO WORD FROM THE WIZARD??

 

My heart

Was aching

As the curtain

Of my life

Opened,

Exposing

GOD!

 

GOD is EXPOSED!!

 

His wizardry

Uncovered

As a complete

HOAX!

 

Mere man..

Mere mortal..

Mere mortal man..

 

Fraudulent omniscient

Knows nothing

Sees nothing

Powerless,

Finite

Inexperient,

 

There is NO

There is NO Wonderful

There is NO Wonderful Wizard

There is NO Wonderful Wizard of

There is NO Wonderful Wizard of GOD

 

 

Everything

Everything I

Everything I read

Everything I read and

Everything I read and learned

Everything I read and learned was

Everything I read and learned was a

Everything I read and learned was a LIE

 

NO GOD

NO GOD
NO GOD
NO FUCKING GOD

 

Just a bunch of Wizards in robes pretending

 

Parasitic prophets of putrid preaching

Praying purposeless prayers.

 

(Repeat that 5 times)

 

Cheers to you if you listened

 

I woke up from my DREAM

 

There are still MANY

Who haven’t.

 

So many still paying

Still paying

The

Wizard

 

Setting out on a journey

Homeward bound

 

I discovered,

Home became real

As soon as I  

Smelled the lilac tree

Blooming in the front yard.

 

©DLP2012

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Life on Their Knees…

When all around me
Have taken a tumble
And faced their
Deepest woe

Never you dare
To hear my lips mumble
Dread or despair
For my soul

It is in my remission
I bear this suspicion
For words that fall
From your lips

I pour out my glass
remembering Jesus
While all those around
Take their sips.

Ye’ though I walk
In the midst of god’s army
I stand firm on
What I believe

I feareth no evil
Be bigger than god
For men who spend
Life on their knees.

Oh Yahweh our god
None higher than you
We yield to your
Loving grace.

Your wrath is sadistic
And ritualistic
We suffer ’til
We see your face…

No sleep and no slumber
All doubt of this wonder
That those in your face
Die to be.

Bombs strapped to their children
Kill all of the difference
Then rape all the
virgins you see.

Drenched in the blood
Of such innocent beings
With whom had encountered
Gods sword.

Armed with their bible
They march into battle
The crosses they bear
For their lord.

God said to DESTROY you!
God said you were EVIL
God told us to put you
To death.

God tells me I’M chosen
I know I’m gods favorite
He values me more
Than the rest

So join us or die
Worship our god
His jealousy knows
Not an end

In the name of our father
We slaughter whole nations
Deny the whole time
That we’ve sinned

What message is this
To send to our children
Washing their brains
With your book?

Killing their logic
Destroying their reason
And fishing them in
With your hook

I will not surrender
Share gifts in December
Or give my life over
To god

I guess I’d be spoiling,
The child that I beareth
My love tells me
Spareth the rod

No cause or conviction
Is worth shedding blood
No deity held
Bound to the sky

No thorns and no crosses
No stories of Jesus are
Worth watching
Innocent die!

So,
Ye’ though I walk
In the midst of god’s army
I stand firm on
What I believe

I feareth no evil
Be bigger than god
For men who spend
Life on their knees.

Life on Their Knees…

©DLP2012

Mr. Monster

Come out
Come out
From under my bed
Get out of my life
Get out of my head

Your bible
Your preachers
Your saints
And your choir

Destroying us humans
With threats
Of hell fire

How dare you
Demand that
We worship
Your gods

Find refuge in Yahweh
Or death in Allah

blood spews
From your scriptures
Your lust for
The cross

You d’ kill for
Your god
Whatever
The cost.

You believe
In your hearts
Without one shred
Of proof.

Religion offers
You answers,
Faith gives you
A booth

So you run
To the alter
All clothed
In despair

Knees bruised
From you begging
Hands wave
In the air

Mr. Monster
Mr. Monster
All dressed up
In white

With your tall
Pointy hat,
A cross
And a mic.

Tell all who
will listen
Your plan
And your plot

Take all of
Their money
Before you
Get caught

Go back under
The bed
For the next child
Who sleeps.

Scare all of
them straight
By making
Them weak.

Demand that
They pay you
Because god
Needs your money

Then after they die
They’ll get milk
And honey

They’re such
Good little
Dummies…

Still scared
Of
MR. MONSTER!

©DLP2012

Kicking Lilies

I remember you..

All dressed up
In pretty blues & purples

Hair hanging on your shoulders,
Smelling of Lilac and innocence.

The gorgeous bend of your
Perfect smile.

Wanting nothing;
Free of everything;
Running through golden hills and
Kicking lilies

Visions of her smile,
Burnt images of her dark brown hair,
In the wind
Whistling in the background,
Playing a soft medley,
Cradling my awkwardly innocent soul.

I remember you

I called you god

Ran after you,
Sought comfort within you,
Tasted your rivers of milk & honey

Running through golden hills and
Kicking lilies
Mind empty of permanence
Incapable of valuing
Anything of value
Ignorant to the fact
That such a system exist

I can still remember this..
Like it was yesterday
The way we danced
The beauty that a moment
Can provide..

When we were young and alive

Kicking lilies…

©DLP2012

Her Sacrilege

He smelled my scent
From across the dimly lit room

His heart was beating
Fast

His hands all clammy,

Never took his eyes off my arms

He was envisioning them tied behind me, a slight erection from what his mind let him see.

I would have been his tenth victim

A reward for the anniversary of his
First blood soaked carpet.

His mouth started to salivate

In his head,
he had already slit my neck
The life was slowly leaving my body

The sweet musky aroma of urine, filled his nostrils.

It was almost time;

Time for him to
release the beast within

The one he hid behind
A suit and tie.

“Take your filthy eyes off of me

You sadistic psycho!!!

With your putrid thoughts
Of leaving my remains
Mangled

My hair dishevelled, matted and
Entangled.

Your hands clinched
Tightly grasping
My every last breath

Watching me…

D
I
E
”
He was already salvaging
What little time he knew he had.

Creeping,
Slowly,
methodically

Carefully etching out every
Detail.

Her eyes never let up from her glass,
She was sitting with her back to his face,
Also watching,
Out the corner of her eye
Stalking.
Every move that he made
Following…

The sweet musky aroma of his Ivy league cologne, filled her nostrils.

She was watching through the mirror behind the bar

visualizing his arms, tied behind him, some clitoral arousal
at what her mind
let her see…

He would be her 53 victim…

All shitbag rapists and murderers or daddy’s that got a little too touchy freely with their daughters vagina’s.

He was her reward, for a job well done.
Ridding the world of sadistic psycho’s!!!

Her mouth started to salivate

In her head,
She had already slit his neck
The life was slowly leaving his body.

She had putrid thoughts
Of leaving his remains
Mangled

His hair dishevelled, matted and
Entangled.

His hands clinched
Tightly grasping
His every last breath

Watching him…

D
I
E
”
It was almost time;

Time for her to
release the beast within

The one she hid behind
Playing the helpless victim..

©DLP2012

My Powdered Pain

I wander
I suffer
I need my powered pain

I claw at my veins
I hate it;
My body needs it;
It’s my body’s survival…

His eyes stare through me
When I grab my
Powdered pain from his hand
He looks down at my body..

FUCK YOU scumbag
I’ve got money

I bought my tits
And they aint for sale…

I’m paranoid
I parked my bloody corvette
In front of the liquor store
With the top down.

The only thing missing was my car..

I was mad because this meant waiting to get my powered pain.

My heels clicked on the pavement
Turning every bum into a blood-thirsty pirate, as I passed them by, smelling of misery and warm sugar.

I gave into Satan that night
Made my allegiance

This was not a job for god
I wanted;
I needed to make it out ALIVE

So I could go get HIGH…

I threw $150 shoes..

So I could cling more tightly to my powdered pain.

Oh, how badly I needed to feel it coursing through my veins.

If I lose
I won’t care

I begged Satan to send his demons to defend me, like he did that day in the garden with my mother Eve.

I saw head lights…

brighter
Brighter
BRIGHTER

Flash light in my face..

Eyes close…

Eyes open… “man in blue with badge”

Eyes close

Eyes open… “man in blue fucking me in the back of his squad car…

Eyes close

Eyes open

PARK BENCH “old lady with a little white haired dog….”

“Are you ok?”
“I’m calling the police”

I looked down
I was bleeding

I slowly made it to my feet
Then ran across the street

FUCK…. !!!

Where is my fucking cocaine?

©DLP2012

Destroy The Conduit

The flow by which
They claim your moral compass
Forms…

The channel we tune into,
So we remember to behave.

Jesus

The pipeline to our eternal father

Who sits; HIGH

Super Nova like heroine thumping into his collapsed veins…

And LOOKS low..

All the way down to the lowest ones,
Those pronounced dead
Before birth

The image of
Their cancer
Their AIDS
Their bullet wound to the head

Things never hidden from him….

In heaven, he’s a fucking hero.

Here on Earth, he’s a fucking accessory

Crimes against

EVERYTHING
And
EVERYONE
EVERYWHERE…

Why hasn’t he been arrested?

My pipeline..

This Jesus?

With his sticky finger followers
Filling their pockets with earthly money
For a heavenly cause..

From golden chariots
To chauffeur driven
special/limited edition
Expensive cars
Fit for Kings

All gifts from their conduit.

He who represented them
In the heavenly realm

He who shed his blood
On an old rugged cross,
on that dark Friday night

So that we can feel good about
Ourselves.

Satisfied with what we see
In the mirror.

Justified in the killings of thousands

Represented by our conduit,
Our pipeline.

The man who stands in between
You and the great wizard behind the curtain.

Who never shows his face

Because that would ruin the philosophy of FAITH…

Faith takes ignorance to believe

Ignorance takes blindness to achieve

Salvation is yours to receive

If only you go through your conduit..

Not the man dressed in all black?

Speaking through the spiritual filter?

Not even willing to make admitions of his own guilt?

But capable of obtaining your clearance into a highly guarded facility in the sky…

The Pearly Fort Gates

Where the only knocking done is
By the oppressed
The depressed
Who have repressed
A majority of the religious stress

Through the conduit
They confess.

Willingly giving up
The possibility for any kind of rest

Sold on lies of
Eternal games of chess

With a master designer

The father of our
Conduit…

©DLP2012