Thrilling is the chase
Seductive at the capture
Elated from anticipation
Embraced in all its rapture
Wonton erotic quest
Complete climactic grunt
Craving carnal pleasure
The thrill is in the hunt
Conquest isn’t triumph
Success is in pursuits
Ecstasy comes hunting
Love is knocking boots
The bastard child without a last name
An outcast right from the beginning
His best know artwork devoid of smile
Or was it DaVinci who did all the grinning
On the streets of Florence is where he set out
With merely a paint brush and genius code
The Master bastard would change the world
With he family De Medici supplying the gold
Suspended atop the cities famous Duomo
Two tons of copper success does hang
Verrocchio with his overlooked protégé
Is from where all his true brilliance sprang
Da Vinci was commissioned to move to Milan
The Adoration Of The Magi unfinished
To apply his knowledge into the art of war
Importance of his bronze equestrian diminished
Giant crossbows and transportation in armor
Became his new Renaissance driven ambition
Architectural engineer of military equipment
Dancing on oil and canvas no longer his mission
Perhaps Leonardo’s true genius lay in the obscure
Messages he encoded in geometric beauty
Is The Last Supper is more than meets the eye
To Leo his art was much more than mere duty
But were Papal conspiracies encoded in art
Symmetric symbolism from the master of maze
Or are we all anxious to be part of a mystery
Enthralled to be included in every new craze
Run away
Run for glory run for fame
Run head first into the flame
Run from panic run from fright
Run away into the light
Spent most of life running away
From what I’m not quite sure
If you make it to the finish line
They say there’s another door
I don’t know if that’s all true
Keep running just the same
Not away but straight into
The excitement of the game
While you’re running look around
The most amazing sights you’ll see
Drink the beauty smell the wonder
Mysteries of livings uncertainty
Stumbles may cause a slower pace
At times falling to the ground
Just get back up and run again
Without a whimper or a sound
I never know what’s lies ahead
A times I forget what’s behind
So I run reckless toward the light
Can’t move when you’re confined
Cuz all that’s left is what’s behind
Among shattered glassine dreams
Oblivious are the sighted blind
Nothing’s ever what it seems
Run for glory run for fame
Run head first into the flame
Run from panic run from fright
Run away into the light
Once I got my courage swinging down the Jack
But Jack he ain’t welcome round here anymore
Stuck me in this eight by six shoebox coffin
Got busted stumbling out the wrong back door
Nevermind the furthermore the plea is self defense
But being drunk just don’t give ya scuse to kill
Her husband caught me in his shack naked not alone
Had to shoot or it was my blood gonna spill
Counting hours here on death row ain’t no place to be
Everyone round here knows that yawl about to die
Make room fella’s theys a dead mans walking
Smell of sorrows trail the green mile straglin’ by
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Yesterdays horrors haunt the oncoming evil squall
Winds shouting Abandon all hope ye who enter here
Thunder and lightning crackle mocking at my conscience
Crowd awaits my death while shedding not a tear
Strapped to a chair by the pains of all of my victims
Collective anticipation of life departing from my soul
A pinch in the arm and slight burn of the killing fluids
My audience smiles to see me lose all my control
Justice is a precarious and problematic concept
One mans beneficial deed another’s repugnant act
Slippery slopes and a blindfolded constitution
May be the reason the bells of liberty are cracked
I forgot about the Alamo and I feel like shit
Bought some yellow roses to make up for it
Gimme some bluebonnet and sage brush too
When Y’all in Texas that’s just what you do
Thars a twelve year old bride not wearing white
The baby bump on her belly there is quite a sight
Thars a racist cowboy wearing snakeskin boots
Plus a ten gallon hat and a gun that shoots
Seems they carry guns bout wherever they go
So they can shoot a possum if it move too slow
Or maybe they bargain hunting with some live ammo
Guess that’s why tourist seasons so gol damn slow
Mmmm possum on the half shell sure sounds good
Cook the dead armadillo thar under the hood
So friggen hot the eggs they cook in the road
Add a bit of road kill n Yawl hit the mother lode
They leaves y’all a light on thar at motel six
They give ya clean sheets but got to shake it free of ticks
Went to the manager said “I got a leak in the sink”
He says “ Pee where you want son” n gave me a wink
The Texas cockroach bout a big as a kitten
Free dinner each night hope yawl like chitlin
Each room has a couch that was a cars backseat
The only television what works is in the bridal suite
Staying with a friend down at the trailer park
We sat down for a beer when he made this remark
“I think yawl aught a give me a round of applause
I married three times still got the same in-laws”
Waco -The Tower Sniper -The lone Star State
I best be leaving Galveston afore it get too late
Looking over all the pick-ups with a rifle rack
Be a hundred fifty years if even come back
Short sighted narrow minded Texarkana dream
NASCAR Monster trucks wrestling is supreme
My way or highway politics getting in the way
Of moving Texas forward much to our dismay
The try em and fry em state now uses noxious gas
The LGBT community call y’all the Big Tex-ass
If yer goal is fer you to separate I hope you will succeed
All that’s got to happen now is for alla yawl to secede
No hard feelings Texas, but seriously, lighten up a bit yawl, take yer shoes off and stay awhile. Love on another, even the ones that ain’t jus like you….Peace out Y’all
Dermal switchblade
Dipped in lust
Ripping her nature
Phallic mistrust
Abject refusal
Pornographic fence
Gate swinging open
Seminal offense
Answer with doubt
Reply with a wound
Repetitive scarring
True love is doomed
Says she needs me
Closes the door
Clamping her vice
A visceral whore
Pierce with the blade
All the way in
Deliriously sated
Full to the brim
Lust is erotic
Pain can elate
Submissive reaction
Both numb and sedate
Surrender to hunger
Seeking gratification
Lust driven libido
Metaphoric castration
Satin and tears
handcuffs and lace
Squealing elation
Pleading embrace
Coital alignment
Feral sex lovers
Dance to a climax
Beneath satin covers
Clitoral indulgence
Penile attention
Erotic excitement
And sexual tension
Wanton sexplosion
Flames of desire
Simultaneous release
Bodies on fire
Banished emotion
Forbidden acts
Sex as a weapon
Eternal love pacts
The higher the climb
The steeper the fall
To climax is worth it
Heartbreaks and all
Crouched in the shadows a spider in waiting
Fingers anxiously caressing my stiletto
A shape in the distance perhaps a young man
Can’t wait to slice his deep voice to falsetto
He senses my presence he’s looking about
I strategically gain spatial enclosure
He quickens his pace attempting escape
But I’m prepared to invest his foreclosure
Time to pounce and feel élan leave his torso
The zeal of his frenzy warming my soul
Right hand gripping tightly on my death stick
Left under his chin to gain surgical control
The first cuts the deepest it true what they say
But the second bears a dynamic elation
Warm blood is trickling across my knuckles
My heart pounding a glorious summation
Crimson life syrup spurting out from his neck
Filling my hands with thick sanguine mud
He gurgles out once a lame bloody protest
His death a canvas I paint with his blood
Evisceration elates me to orgasmic climax
I writhe in gratuitous anticipation
With lethal precision I slice flesh and bone
Sexual release with each deep laceration
Spin him around so I can view the departure
To watch life drain from his sunken blue face
Wildly my soul trembles a tune of ecstasy
Its almost done and my heart starts to race
Its over he’s dead paranoia setting in
Look around make sure no one can see
Gotta run away now before I get caught
Back to my bed where I bask in the glee
But when I arrive sick replaces my bliss
Vomit extinguishes the once lustful flame
Depression and revulsion will fill up my days
Until the next slaying can wash out my shame
The Thrill In The Kill I (Preys Perspective)
Night air quickly darkened so eerily uneasy
As I tread cautious along a tree lined path
Footsteps in the shadow pursue relentless
Tap out a caution of oncoming wrath
Heart pounds a warning-imminent danger
Perhaps a case of wrong place wrong time
In paranoia the pace of my stride it quickens
My destiny to fall victim of ominous crime
The shadow insists upon closing up the gap
Why am I about to face this stalkers fate?
I shouldn’t have traveled alone down here
What’s done is done and now its too late
My hunter is gaining quick his precious ground
Seconds seem to be ticking in heart pounding silence
I feel the motion from a pair of subversive arms
The killer’s poised to unleash bloody violence
Steel blade is cold against my quivering skin
Rips my flesh changing the ice to a burn
Warm streams of life trickle out from my neck
Sanguine copper taste makes my stomach churn
I can sense ultimate glee as he shreds through a vein
Can almost feel the maniacal menacing smile
His heart is a racing even faster than mine
I try to shout with a voice stuck in denial
Warm streams of plasma pours down my neck
Sap of my essence draining from beats of my heart
Pumping to the rhythms of a dying collective
But its the sheer panic that rips me apart
His breath hot and laborious sprays over my face
I’ve been posed for psychotic viewing pleasure
With wild eye yet empty meaningless smile
Watching my life run out is his reward of treasure
As I fall to the ground no muscles come to my aid
My abandoned body tumbles into submission
I feel ounces of vitality pooling out of my being
As I prepare myself for the ultimate transition
My mind is as blurry as the streaking in my eyes
Waiting for my life to get flashed across the sky
But I lay here stagnant as hope bleeds through
There’s nothing to do but accept I will die
A strange object is lodge in my throat
I cough to expunge a ball of bloody debris
Darkness sets in around the eyes of my world
Karmic retribution is all that’s left for me
I feel nothing now the pain and panic gone
Cant even hear the murderous creep
I have no time to think about life
Its…time…for…me…to…..sleep
Night air quickly darkened so eerily uneasy
As I tread cautious along a tree lined path
Footsteps in the shadow pursue relentless
Tap out a caution of oncoming wrath
Heart pounds a warning-imminent danger
Perhaps a case of wrong place wrong time
In paranoia the pace of my stride it quickens
My destiny to fall victim of ominous crime
The shadow insists upon closing up the gap
Why am I about to face this stalkers fate?
I shouldn’t have traveled alone down here
What’s done is done and now its too late
My hunter is gaining quick his precious ground
Seconds seem to be ticking in heart pounding silence
I feel the motion from a pair of subversive arms
The killer’s poised to unleash bloody violence
Steel blade is cold against my quivering skin
Rips my flesh changing the ice to a burn
Warm streams of life trickle out from my neck
Sanguine copper taste makes my stomach churn
I can sense ultimate glee as he shreds through a vein
Can almost feel the maniacal menacing smile
His heart is a racing even faster than mine
I try to shout with a voice stuck in denial
Warm streams of plasma pours down my neck
Sap of my essence draining from beats of my heart
Pumping to the rhythms of a dying collective
But its the sheer panic that rips me apart
His breath hot and laborious sprays over my face
I’ve been posed for psychotic viewing pleasure
With wild eye yet empty meaningless smile
Watching my life run out is his reward of treasure
As I fall to the ground no muscles come to my aid
My abandoned body tumbles into submission
I feel ounces of vitality pooling out of my being
As I prepare myself for the ultimate transition
My mind is as blurry as the streaking in my eyes
Waiting for my life to get flashed across the sky
But I lay here stagnant as hope bleeds through
There’s nothing to do but accept I will die
A strange object is lodge in my throat
I cough to expunge a ball of bloody debris
Darkness sets in around the eyes of my world
Karmic retribution is all that’s left for me
I feel nothing now the pain and panic gone
Cant even hear the murderous creep
I have no time to think about life
Its…time…for…me…to…..sleep
Special thanks to Tom Tricarico for his assistance and inspiration
High in the arbor of an uncertain world
Rose a climbing presence flourishing with life
In a foreboding dark world a strategy forms
A group safe as the many but alone facing strife
Climbing down from the timber to test the dirt carpet
Searching the mysterious terrain unexplored
A new form of existence was emerging this planet
A congregation that would not soon be ignored
Crouching upright they stood so proud and so strong
Pounding their chests to display domination
They constructed utensils to further their lot
Set forth across the earth a strong new nation
The community formed with an instinctive brigade
Queens and masters the lords and the troops
The province grew stronger though inter-dependence
A reverent colony born of many small groups
Living only in the moment with no questions asked
Enjoying the banality of their routine existence
But a wisdom of framework began to emerge
As they traversed migrations of distance
Pragmatic utensils to build and to hunt
Their bipedal civilization was evolving so strong
From primitive grunts communication matured
Transcribed throughout many a ritual and song
Curiosity remained limited inside the tribal box
Rarely placing importance past the colony’s concerns
But somewhere inside their questions ascended on high
With both minds and hearts they pondered their yearns
A destiny waiting to spread over every expanse
The world seemed it was ripe for the taking
But down every path new conflicts ensconced
Other tribes and ferocious predators lie in waiting
Often times the hunter becomes another hunters prey
Survival of the fittest became the mandate of land
Many pitfalls and perils lay waiting unnoticed
Unperceived colonies would destroy those outmanned
For the good of all tribes boundaries would form
Arbitrary lines drawn to claim regional rights
Defending their new sense of territorial dominion
Millions would die from their purposeless fights
As the powers grew stronger curiosity developed
They dreamed up toward the star speckled ceiling
Wondering what significance the glitterings held
The ball of fire they worshipped while kneeling
Religions transpired from the fear of unknown
Flags began waving to represent their devotion
Revolutions in farming translated to power
Building empires spanning across every ocean
Industry soared as human progress continued
Armaments of destruction would threaten the planet
Too many died protecting meaningless banners
Thanked with their names etched deep into granite
Curiosity returned to the distant starry night
Manifest destiny would reach for the moon
Brilliant minds toiled together to develop a ride
Believing their world will come to end soon
Technology soared into global connections
Population grows logarithmic in rapid expanse
The planets resources began to rapidly dwindle
Colonizing the cosmos will be their last chance
Upward the skies they soared out into space
Searching inter-planetary cosmic migration
Traveling the galaxy for a suitable home
To pioneer their exoplanet colonization
The colony now that once was naïve
Concerned only with day to day living
Constructs cyborgs and drones to further their lot
In the hope of extra-terrestrial Thanksgiving
They come by snail mail every day
And in emails to my phone
They even call me on my cell
They wont leave me alone
I get so anxious at their threats
I reach for calming pills
Relentless chases every day
Those neverening bills
Bills bills bills
That all I ever get
Bills bills bills
Aren’t they over yet?
Bills bills bills
Everyday a threat
Bills bills bills
Keeping me in debt
Even my kids will suck me dry
they pluck my wallet clean
C’mon pops I need some cash
I’m their ATM machine
Credit, debit, cash, or check
How can I pay today
Everybody wants my money
Make them go away
Bills bills bills
Pouring like a flood
Bills bill bills
The Man is out for blood
Bills bills bills
Piled up at my door
Bills bills bills
They’ll take my life for sure
Car payments mortgage payments
Electric bills and gas
Sales tax and income tax
They even tax my ass
Collection agents , IRS
Both federal and state
Mortgage was refinanced with
An unfair interest rate
Bank fees, home repairs
so many bills I’m seething
Late fees and penalties
Plus extra cause I’m breathing
Bills bills bills
Getting bigger all the time
Bills bills bills
Think I’ll have to turn to crime
Bills bills bills
Maybe I’ll rob a bank
Bills bills bills
I can hear the handcuffs clank
Every time I turn around
Someone’s hand is out
Looking for my money
There just ain’t none about
Insufficient funds again
Better find another bank
have no money to start anew
And only bills to thank
Bills bills bills
In such a giant pile
Bills bills bills
They rob me of my smile
Bills bills bills
Creditors want a lot
Bills bills bills
Can’t give what I don’t got
Cashier’s keep acting all sarcastic
Don’t be so unkind
Maybe you should pay in cash sir
Another card declined
Politicians want my money too
They hang around and linger
They tell me I should lend a hand
But all they gets my finger
Bills bills bills
The death of me yet
Bills bills bills
I’ll never be free of debt
Bills bills bills
Make me drink till I get blotto
The only way I’ll pay my bills
Is if I hit the lotto
Happy Father Day to all you other ATM Dad’s out there
Terrapin - The Journey 