Geezer

Aug 17, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Mind Meld

Through the blackness, I saw.

Eyes boring holes in the dark.

Slipping around behind,

The knife tore a jagged trench.

Spray of crimson blinding,

It fills my vision.

Heated by fear, it boils out

Too soon.... to a trickle.

The iron poker glows white.

Burning brand smokes him,

And erases the spark of life.

No...... not yet!

Damn! They die too soon!

Another then.

This one strong, so strong.

Maybe.....

He flails and kicks all the way,

The garrot tightening impossibly.

Brown eyes in a face distorted and blue.

Spittle in thin threads, drawing the close.

Bulging eyes and biceps strain,

Corded neck, divided in two.

Ahhhh, so much better, I swear!

Feet drumming the beat of fading life.

French horns Taaaa -Taaing,

Symphonic music in my ears.

Passage in stattaco,

Feeling Regal, I adjust the pace.

This one tied with the lamp-cord.

Stripped for contact and my comfort,

It sparks my favorite blue.

He tries to dance, but is too amped up.

On top of old smokey!!!

The old songs are the best.

You don't have to say you love me.

That rictus-grin says it all.

Now for the piece of resistance,

How much does it take to tear

The tongue from your useless lips?

The pan is hot!

Gravy made from tears and blood,

Poured on the hamstrings,

Making tenderloins tender.

Hearty man-meals consumed.

— Geezer, Aug 17, 2009

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Region, Country: New York State - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Poe, Emily Dickenson, Robert Frost, Shakespeare, and many of the poets here at Neopoet.

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Critiques

Seren

16 years 9 months ago

Dear Gee, this was jarringly

Dear Gee, this was jarringly painful for me to read, and I dont know why but it was, again though its another step out for you its gorey but with a little more sustance to it ... Cannot say much more than that hun ... wow ... I dont have the words ... Love & hugz Jayne x x "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall" ...

Geezer

16 years 9 months ago

Jarring....

I'm not sure that I have the answer. I think maybe I am trying to purge myself. It is very difficult to be hurt so bad, when you are trying to help someone and they just trample your life and cause havoc. I am going to try and go to a better place for awhile. I need redemption for that last write. Maybe I will slay the monster of hate, and see if that will soothe my soul. Much L & Hugz, Gee.

Seren

16 years 9 months ago

Dear Gee

Just sat down and I have worked out what was jarring me LOL I went to town and when I got your email when I came back ...I sat to reread its this bit that I think is so disturbing for me ... for obvious reason's ... Heated by fear, it boils out Too soon…. to a trickle. The iron poker glows white. Burning brand smokes him, And erases the spark of life. No…… not yet! Damn! They die to I too went away and found the answer was right before my eyes ... this is a very graphic write for me ... for others I know it wont be ... some people (like my daughter) love gore ... I used to when I was young I loved it ... but I've found as I have gotten older I cannot handle watching it, reading it I can to some extent but then I turn away as if I need a breath ... I am softening up in my old age my friend (hug) and big love from down under Jayne x x P.s there is nothing wrong with a purge , I know I find these hard to read ? but you have read stuff of mine that was pure drivel ... this isnt drivel far from it ... your stepping out further and further Into the unknown and your writing at your best .. (hug) "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall" ...

Geezer

16 years 9 months ago

Drivel....

I have never read drivel from you, dear girl. I guess that I have found what bothers me about this one. I keep getting hungrier and hungrier for the suffering that these people endure. Damn! They die too fast! Paradox! I want to kill, but am repeled by my desire. Ohhhhh, I feel another one coming on! LOL. I wonder if Micheal Meyers has any remorse? He is so silent about his work. LOL Thanks and L & Hugz, for listening. Gee

Nordic cloud

16 years 9 months ago

Oh Sir Knight, my Geezer,

Oh Sir Knight, my Geezer, what pray awoke this drenched red cloak of strung up words? i will comment later but had to spit it out now. Love to my honoured subject Ann of Norway.

Geezer

16 years 9 months ago

Sir Knight .....

This cloak of drenched red, was precipitated by my attempt to help my wife's oldest child, he is a ten year old in a forty year old body. He borders on being retarded. I allowed him into the house to shower and get his clothes clean so he could attend a court- matter. While he was here, he stole from us yet again! He has stolen from us many times. I felt sorry for him and didn't watch him close enough and he stole a scratch-off lottery ticket worth twenty-five dollars. Needless to say, my wife was almost as upset with me for letting him in the house while she was not here, as she was with him for the theft. {rule #1: he is not allowed in the house while she is not here]. I write my most gory stuff thinking about the things that he has done to us. [It helps to keep me from actually hurting him.] He cannot keep a job, because he steals, is not able to get along with his co-workers, due to his big mouth, and his inability to follow any orders he thinks are stupid. Emotionally, he is about ten years old. He is very easily led into bad habits,[drinking, drugs, and whatever. Everytime we try to help him, he steals from us or causes problems with his other brother Jody. I know you are supposed to love your children and help them, but it is fast becoming a real problem between my wife and I. [I want to never see him darken our doorstep again, no matter what kind of trouble he is in]. But she always lets him in, and when she does he is good for only as long as it takes for us to let down our guard, and then bang! Sorry for the long rant O'Queen, but your loyal subject just wants to kill something. Your's as Always, Sir Gee.