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Upcoming writes percolating in ye old noggin,

An erudite look at the hottest cartoon chicks. I take a comprehensive look at the pluses and minuses of several babes who live in cartoon land.

“Blood Write” This is a poem I’m working on concerning the never ending search for words that speak the truth and the frustration of never finding them.

“Her” This sucker has been in my head for about four months it’s a period piece contrasting the horrors of war and the idea of love.

I’ve been thinking about creating a sub domain called horror.oddpoetworld.com. I am a real horror freak and there is a dearth of information looking at the genre. Too many good flicks escape through the cracks. I would love to get that together and have some real fun with it. Hopefully I can get it up within the next century. :)

Plus several utter thingys now that you’ve been warned you can stay away. See? I’m not a bad guy. :)

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- They Come for me March 11, 2010
  As if the beats of my heart were unique. As if I was a star in a long dead constellation To be resurrected by sad eyes Layers of false hope strew the stage Genetically predispositioned to save the gene I am more than that fuckers! Clime they implore Can you not see the light? I can not be blinded by false hope Their penciled [...] […]
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- SHE IS MINE! March 9, 2010
  FOOL! VILLAGE IDIOT! DO WHAT YOU BECOMES YOU. GATHER FIREWOOD; USE THY STRENGTH TO SERVE WHAT PURPOSE YOU CAN. SHE IS MINE! HAVE I NOT LOVED HER? HAVE I NOT TAKEN HER ON DIONYSIUS’S ALTAR AND GIVEN HER PLEASURE IN WHICH SHE NOW STILL DREAMS? SHALL I REPLAY BEFORE YOUR HAPLESS BEING THE GRUNTS AND GROANS OF [...] […]
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- The Crazy Lady and the Broken Clock March 6, 2010
  She had the sweetest smile But eyes that seen too many dark places And when she decided to play with the world Her mind was sharp Like a glistening razor Pulled out of Richard Speck’s pocket Blood stained and thirsty Screaming for vengeance Always at that mill Grinding Honing whetting Her hatred for this world But it was the broken clock she carried Around […]
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- Twitter me this Batman March 4, 2010
  It’s all over the various Blog sites how Twitter and other social networking sites have kept the world informed in the aftermath of the sundry horrors that plague our species on what seems a daily basis. The recent Chilean earthquake is a case on point. Admittedly I will do no research as I [...] […]
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- My Tears Sizzel in Hell March 2, 2010
  They come unbidden Hated moisture best left for germinating someone else’s pain Blubbering like some faggot Mother fucker Don’t touch me! I do not need your comfort! When they come They will not stop A broken water main Fucking with traffic STOP YOU MOTHER FUCKER I am NOT A FAGGOT! yet they leak from my eyes Palm pressed against can not stem that flow St […]
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- Lord of the Sky February 28, 2010
  There he was Cold and Dead Eyes open As if Even in death He would seek to pierce the veil The unknowable Oh brave soul! Regal he was As if he would Challenge the Gods themselves in combat Proclaiming to the world even Death cannot dim my flame Lying there Once Lord of the air Sultan of the sky Arcing and dancing upon currents of divine magic Yet Soon to [... […]
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- Stupid People February 26, 2010
  We were horrified when Roy of Siegfried & Roy got mauled by a 600 pound white tiger. Apparently Herr Roy went into the cage armed with, I guess, one of those magical foot stools and smacked Tony the tiger upside his head with a microphone. “Hey Tiger, jump through a hoop” “Who you smacking upside the [...] […]
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- The Little Girl on the Shelf February 24, 2010
  She stands alone Forlorn and abandoned A dust gathering trinket Peeping between Timmy’s Cum Lade Graduation Tassels And a faded yellow picture of Grandma Back when she had teeth They talk from time to time Something about failed memory And abandoned dreams Mostly she walks alone Traveling along dusty Mahogany shelves Over torn doilies Past the circus eleph […]
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- The Vultures Sing February 23, 2010
  The Vultures sing A vicious song Rapacious Bitter Hungry Patient Gliding Upon invisible air Wings painting death Their clock ticks slow Like metronomes Bleeding Mortality Their harmony Discordant Jagged Dissonant Atonal Suspended fourth Needing resolution They alight On the firmament Coal black eyes Seeing through Life Pass the veil Into eternal Damnation Wa […]
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- Don’t Wake me… February 22, 2010
  Death silhouettes Dance melancholy minuets Accrued dust scatters Faceless violins sigh Mourners do not bother to take up the chant Smoothing wrinkled skirts and checking fingernail length Bored and distracted with parched eyes incapable of tears Sounds wither and die Vibrations stilled and uncaring Settle in for the long sleep Wind becomes breeze and breeze […]
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The Crazy Lady and the Broken Clock

She had the sweetest smile But eyes that seen too many dark places And when she decided to play with the world Her mind was sharp Like a glistening razor Pulled out of Richard Speck's pocket Blood stained and thirsty Screaming for vengeance Always at that mill Grinding Honing whetting Her hatred for this world But it was the broken ...

Lord of the Sky

There he was Cold and Dead Eyes open As if Even in death He would seek to pierce the veil The unknowable Oh brave soul! Regal he was As if he would Challenge the Gods themselves in combat Proclaiming to the world even Death cannot dim my flame Lying there Once Lord of the air Sultan of the sky Arcing and ...

The Little Girl on the Shelf

She stands alone Forlorn and abandoned A dust gathering trinket Peeping between Timmy’s Cum Lade Graduation Tassels And a faded yellow picture of Grandma Back when she had teeth They talk from time to time Something about failed memory And abandoned dreams Mostly she walks alone Traveling along dusty Mahogany shelves Over torn doilies Past the circus elephant with the broken trunk With ...

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