Evil upon the cat, the cat was quite the foe.

Fat, fat the water rat
Fifty bullets in your hat

Urghh! the cry from a rambling chav..
Another projectile from ape in the air.
The vole knew not, the local ave,
Grew softly, later days lack of care.

The cat had lived,
onward til end of it's own normalcy.
A friend who ate my sandwiches,
Boys will be boys.

The vole had lived,
I had not been so crass,
but recoiled at its attackers ignorance,
my cat's sacrifice to normalcy had taught me.

Weeping teenagers at missing cats,
Blank younger boys at dead dogs.
Reason the reason
for me.

Approaching slowly,
Between two times...
My sandwich eater still alive?
The sun burned the ground.

A million ants
Assessing capability of man
stormed my perimeter, unrelenting..
Gathering?, or watching and sweeping in waves?

Smarter they knew the petrol was mine..
Queens had almost perished already.
An arrow fired at a hornets nest..
Shifting base they arrest my home.

Approaching slowly, the lion..
Caged in despair, no respite from stasis.
Mottled and grey he died in my eyes;
breathing still.

The sharks surround,
though they bite not
What do they know?
Approaching slowly.

Not the foulest diesel,
which strengthens desire.
Stopped.. Stinging my eyes even.
Would I swim where man was?

Fear arisen, from water once.
Twice, a thousand times...
Nature is not my friend.
Poison, no fear...

The spider dies
the grip of missed pounce
returned venom built by man
Ahh, karma, for even the eyes of nature

The snake cannot run,
Speared and hindered..
Still she vanishes...
approaching slowly, gone ...

The hole in the bed..
Straw mattress, leaking strips of fear.
Where are you my pretty flowing gold?
Do they repeat the hornets advancement?


Oh, was put romantic and right...
Then she came,
To tell me she did not love me
Love? .. ME? WHO ARE YOU GOD?
Bitch!

So it was between those times...
Approaching slowly,
she burned herself
with my capabilities

Admission;
Love me?
I know not you!
Pacified...

I hold my regard for deliberations;
Impossible!

Then she killed them...
She killed them all!
For I loved them..
All hail the squirrel!

Your wonderful,
with your vampire claws.
Teeth so strong...
Bury!

Hands which speedily shift the nut,
Ignoring me, your caring feeder..
Can I hold you?
Too much too soon.

Ahh, trapped in the bin..
I free you to the fox...
To the tree!.. Do not bury!
Nuts!

If I free you from my room...
Will you remember ?
The squirell is my friend
Rude fox who ponders folk stealthily.

Error!
Squeals of your victim's,
drag me out to ponder
the worth of life below thee.

Run to the wild...
For man must settle...
Why settle with him?
Leave the settling for the nutty vampires.

Oh horse... You please me still!
That a man can witness such foolery!
To chase me away, then run away coyly.
Witness the unafraid! I am HUMAN!

Like the bull you run into the truth,
The truth that man is fearsome..
If man has been offended!
Chew thine excrement, it signals me not!

Awww, you dirty, dirty, barstard!

Who said mental illness was so bad?
Perhaps I will rewrite it later.

Oh horse, scared to move.
That a man can be not smooth.
I chase as I am worried
about this human that has hurried.

The bull runs into survival,
fear of his rival
It's a game for money
Is it to win love from his honey

Your line is dirty
I bet you are not even thirty

Mental illness can be cured
Here to A2K you were lured

Perhaps you will receive
more than you can chew
But you know
only you know you

Oh horse, he pounces first..
Locked in his field, dominance MY curse!
He chases for his females,
Paddock next to his, free range femininity.

The bull runs through fear,
Acid casualty, the monster.
No time for second thought..
Drugged soldier.. Toys not, like the flag waver!

Your lines are presuming,
Meaning vast as life.
Lured?
I arrive, as you ponder.
Ponder truth.. Then deny... WEASEL!

What I know is not for you,
You get my truth of YOUR world spewed!

You know nothing if you call me out to be a weasel
Worse that you capatilised it, I angered you
I and everyone here probably knows more than you
Are you though ready to seek , kind of think you are new

I was laughing mate, didn't pick fault its a poem.

I do not worry if you know the entirety of the universe bud, here are people here just ignoring what I am sacrificed to explain.
Stay out of my poems man, if your going to bitch like a little girl.

Yeah, I would see it like that, voices in my head as a kid and everyone saying I have choice from the start.

Though in all honesty, I prefer to issue that kind of statement to much bigger assholes than you.. So nevermind.

None of my best poems are on here.. I don't post them, this is just free thought.
I do not think my world deserves decent poems, I hate it.

So the voices in your head are men?
Male?

Please prevail

No one is a bitch well yes, I can be
You started it, this Forum, this thread is free

Ok, I get your point.

Yeah man, but they hid from me early on after only a question, then hostpital and a man/woman arrived. (capable of both, we do not know for certain, it varies) We have spent a great deal of time executing each other mentally and not much is left, its not so easy to state perfect wellness exists.

Well mostly it feels like I cop the executions, but the others have not faired perfectly.

They hammer you to bits then present you to the world, then your guilty for being that now... Forgiveness some preach, I refuse to spread my mind like a whore to mind rapists. That is prevailing, dude. Not doing that.


Seems to me they build such a bubble around you, that when you **** up in your arrogant way of ignoring it is possible for you, you get a visitor and the same attack takes place on you.

A **** up for me was depression, it seems.

So did Michael Jackson have nasal issues?
Nah,
He had visitors a plenty, but I had a vote in his instant dismissal.
Funny thing is, you will never believe that.. lol.

Do you know why Ghaddafi laughed?
Similar.

They come all the way here to establish the truth... We cannot go all the way there to be wet opped into a sack. Suppose thats my cue to logout.

Coulda been anythin, mind you, dear masturbater.. Since the voice of a man when presented to a boy is the voice of a teenager. So do not get your hopes up about slaughtering sisters and stealing brothers any ******* more, sick readers.

You any idea at all how difficult this is?
They open up Ghia and **** her and they dribble away to retaliate for 'the offence' of arguing that its wrong, so I get the Imans issue from you... FARK OFF! Great farking monster, aint you too long in the proverbial tooth to be ripping holes in time and causing problems.

Prick of ****!

The sick farks actually will 'sex' as a notion in huge quantities over a boy knee high to a tall man.
Then they say 'Do want to do that?'..

Of course you say yes when it seems harmless alone in bed, then they say you have lost (to themselves) it seems they then cut you out of your own life, believing they have judged you to be of the devils army... They do not present choice directly in that moment, only a pleasing thought and 'do you want it'.. That is a foul... Life stealing phallic largeness's with potential for placing your world into a perpetual hiding... for only your prostate.. How sad.. What life do you expect of your little slaves? SICKO's.

Choice would be... 'here is love, which is better?'
They get around to that but it is later when your older, it seems love is to be learned and not really the notion of worth, much as lust.

If you want only prostates, do not leave me in my own head asshole..

Enjoy your holiday boy future tea leaf reading? Mr pro state?

Oh chew, chew hard, maybe I will die and your sick little life will be worth something at 21 yrs old... Haha, perhaps worse than you could create with an arsenal of psyop chems.

Heil the survivors who drag you to prison of a chair, whilst you grasp at the hope you cause it yourself.

It is the boy which we have let up and unfortunately aside from sex.. The others were quite pleasant. In all ways, we have made a Manson of better, but better Manson is, we find.

They lie actually, pertaining to this page, but I must allow it, because I am up always, just busy, moving on.

We all choose humor sometimes at points x y and z.
Is that really all the world sees, an internet page?
When someone bleeds out a life.