Not a poetic post

Just as a warning to everyone who reads this Blog, there are more poems coming. I found a stash of older ones that I'll be posting. May not be all that good (I'm my worst critic) but damn I'm proud of them! Also, there's been some concern raised about the subject matter of these poems, how dark they are and the like. But hey, if y'all haven't figured it out, I'm a dark fucker.
Also, I am not suicidal. Thanks for the worries, but I'm good. I revel in my darkness and frankly, I enjoy it. It's integral to who and what I am. Just know that what you read doesn't reflect reality...most times. I do enjoy the macabre, death and the shadows. To me, they are more interesting and keep me honest.

Another topic I'd like to rant about is abortion, or more specifically the whole pro-life stance. Now I'm all for abortion not being treated like birth control. I am pro-abortion in the times of rape, viability issues of the fetus making it to term and when the pregnancy would kill the mother. This last one has my hackles up a bit.
Now, I've heard how aborting the fetus isn't an option to "pro-lifers" yet allowing the mother to die due to a complication of her pregnancy, thus allowing the fetus to die somehow upholds the whole pro-life stance. Yeah, um, to me that really isn't pro-life. It's pro-stupid. I do not get how allowing a viable mother to die to ensure an abortion doesn't happen is pro life. It seems the polar opposite.
But that's just me.

The other topic I'd like to tackle is something that came about this Thanksgiving. During my Thanksgiving family tradition of saying what we are thankful for, several people said who thankful they where for "for our Troops and how they are securing our freedoms". While I am appreciative of The US Military Forces because of the job they do, I'm not so Nationalistically diluted to think they are "securing our Freedoms" while policing the world. Exactly when did Iraqi Storm Troopers land on our our beaches and invaded us? Or The Taliban? Don't get me wrong, The Taliban are fucked up assholes and Saddam wasn't someone I'd bring home to meet Mom. But how is bombing and rebuilding invaded sovereign nations, while leaving your own to fall to ruin, securing our Freedoms?
And don't bring 9/11 into this. While that was a horrid day, I'm still not convinced that Islamic Extremists where totally behind it. I'm still calling it a False Flag Operation perpetrated by our own government (owned by corporations) to secure foreign oil.
So back to the whole thanking troops for securing our Freedoms thing: To me, it's propaganda for Nationalistic tendencies. I felt insulted, more intellectually than anything. While military personnel do deserve thanks for doing a job plenty of their fellow citizens wouldn't or couldn't do, they also deserve recognition for choosing a path of employment that was possibly their only way out of a living situation. And that should also be scrutinized to find out why they felt they had no choice. It's a valid point to also look at the circumstances that created said situation. But that's just me and there are plenty of people who already feel I'm far too liberal and that all I want to do is hand out free money and services to those who are too lazy to do anything with their lives.
Whatever.
There are plenty of selfish people who'd rather hold onto their materialism and money than help their fellow citizens. Too much like right, I guess.

So that's all I'm gonna rant on and I return you to your semi-regularly scheduled poems from a dark, macabre loving homosexual Pagan.

X-Rated

X-Rated is my
Basic function
But Triple-X is my
Final destination.

Fuck
Suck
Lick
And poke.

Sweet and salty
White jizz
hard poundings, all sweaty
Just be my right size.

My libido
Doesn't falter
Use a dildo
It won't matter.

Put you fingers in me
Use your tongue
Make me scream
As we start another round.

Fuck me hard
Suck me right.
I'll swallow your load
Make you fill, ever more, with lust.

For me

Death, it's just around
 The corner
  Waiting patiently
    For me
     Stalking me
      Coming slowly
       For me
        With sweet
         Rancid and
          Baited breath

Do you hear?

Do you hear
That creaking/cracking?
My heart will shatter
As you turn away, walking.

Don't leave me solo
Alone
At night, as you did
So long ago.

Your penetrating eyes
Have left me
So silent, so alone
So ill-at-ease.

Lap up my tears
They are all
I have to give
As I hear my heart break.

The Others aren't required

I want more of you
More
Less
More
Less
I don't know
Anymore
Than I did
Yesterday
Or the day before
Or maybe even
Tomorrow
???
Why should I?

Of all The Others
Who come to me
Not one qualifies
To set me free
I wanna make these victims scream
As our bodies would steam
And fill the moon filled night
With our salty, smelly lust
So cover me in ooze
From your Love
As our demons snooze
Trust me, be brave

Unwanted

That wonderful
Rancid breath
Of Death
Eludes me.

Often, I wonder
'Does Death not want me?'
As you apparently don't
This I ponder.

I'm a failure
At Life
At Love
But at least I'm a Death Slave.

I want to live
But I haven't the strength.
You could give me that
If you could only give me you.

My soul I'd share
My heart?
The same.
But my mind is mine.

Free my Dark Heart
I want The Light
That reflects
Off your knife.

Holy emptiness

Dear Death, let me be
Your prey.
Life is nothing to me,
Just an echo away.

I yearn
I fail.
I learn
I fail.

Fail, flail
More fail
More death
No more life.

More than nothing
More than anything
Less than something
Less than everything.

I'm crazy for wanting
You and only you.
My drug of choice
And yet, the drug is just as empty.

Kill us,
Twist the knife.
Free us,
Give me cyanide.

Your forever epic silence
Of endless absence
Degrades me
As there will never be a we.

fapfapfapfapfap

The beautifully silver fog spreads
Through the city streets.
Like the sweet rancid breath
Of Death's sweet embrace.

Dream of me, my dearest, my love
As a rose pedal on the winds of chance.
Yet come to my funeral,
To ensure you/me that I'm gone, for real dead.

This time though
I'm not really dead.
So go, leave me alone to die
It will teach you loss.

The macabre begins, it crawls
Over my mind/self,
While my Dark Heart
Oozes for your warm kiss.

Transcend you your past
Transcend me my loneliness,
Bittersweet as it may be.
Try...try to fill me blackened hallow soul,
I only want you to love me...

Defend/offend

I search for absolution
That will never come.
You search for nothing
That doesn't ever cease at all.

I want your Soul
To protect and hold.
You want mine
To torment in icy cold.

You make me yearn
For the sweetly rancid embrace of The Grave
As you sadistically smile
Like The Red Queen's Knave.

Kill me now
Kill me then.
Kill me every which way
To the bitter End.

I still will love you,
Despite your best efforts.
And I will win
As you watch from your ramparts.

Be ready to fail,
I'll catch you as you fall.
I may seem frail
But I will be sturdy like a wall.

Ironically contrary

Deliver me
From myself

Find Truth
In my Lies

Tell me Lies
To hide your Truth

Dilute our Love
To ignite our Lust

Cheapen yourself
To enrich me in your eyes

Kill your past
To feed our future

Deny us
For us

Kill me slowly
So I can survive you

Stabilize me
So I may lose Balance

Drop me as I fall
But catch me when I stand

Bring The Light to my heart
Before The Darkness finishes me

Horny for anti-denial

Cum and go
Go and cum.
Cover my tongue
In your sweet
Salty love.

Find my holes
Hungry for you.
Hungry for you,
Hungry for that
Which I am denied.

Find my heart
In the desert,
In the wasteland,
Of my testosterone
Fueled urges.

Flick your tongue
On my sweet
Tenderized
Sensitive skin.
It waits, patiently.

Cover me in your
Love of me.
Skin me of my defenses
And find my Spirit
Reflected in your eyes.

Lovecraftian Love

I won't lie, totally inspired by Lovecraft's famous line "That is not dead which can eternal lie, yet with strange aeons, even death may die?

My love for you both
Will eternally lie
In my Dark Heart.
For until the last
Strange eon has past
And Death itself has died
I will be There.
Soaked in my blood
Ready to be wiped clean
Of my perceived, unknown sin.