Current poems in progress...

Just a regular guy
Who needs to live his life
not on the sly
or on the edge of a knife
stabbed the wife
in my crimson eye
And like I've said before, he's just a regular guy.
that doesnt die
And can never lie
and is able to fly
so god bless and bye bye

Avid bug-eyed nincompoops
Spouting off their venom
All seem to work in politics
That's their idea of heaven
They talk true blue, of helping us
Their lowly little flock

I've almost got you in my clutches
You won't feel my touches

From my humble boring life
i`m trapped by my own body as a knife
slices through every working nerve ending
even without muscles moving deaf screams my body`s sending
telling me to escape my fate
and find my way to the pearly gates