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Tearing, ripping apart and consuming my heart like a lion devouring a gazelle In a vigorous tearing, ripping, consuming Never-ending cycle, until everything is gone leaving me as death's puppet before death came for my soul Hoping to be amended in my afterlife.

Tearing up like an upset baby trying to calm my nerves drying out my eyes  from geysering tears falling out of my eyes streaming my cheeks Chin, mouth and overflowing off of my chin falling on my chest soaking my shirt.

Overcoming Life's Challenges Collaboration with Rowdy Solomon and Eric Shelman. Remembering living poorly always waiting on my stepdad's paycheck always wanting to meet and hangout with my biological father who gave up his rights never contacting or reaching out to meeting him while I was twenty-four years old but he never lived up to being an awesome dad. Continously moving here, there, and everywhere in order for my stepdad who adopted me when l was two years old to follow whatever construction, building houses, septic, electrical, irrigation, and so much more. Having endless arguments with him and hurting his feelings because I used to tell him that he can't tell me what to do because he isn't my real biological father wasn't until l became an adult that I realized that I was in the wrong for that because here's is a man who married my mother adopted her three children and loved them just as much as his own children beforehand. I remember the days of living w

Cooing like a murder of crows In a tumultuous coo coo coo Everything but cooing can be heard Except for a slight raspy grasping chant wanting to destroy me  by consuming my body piece by piece as I scream endlessly until l am no longer in existence Muttering my last word trying to woo them away.

Journeying through my life As a vagabond always traveling and never settling down Continuously running away from my past my present and future possibilities Never truly grasping again about life feeling and actually being a brainless robot With no meaning, purpose, or even hope to help me stop running away  actually finding my inner peace then settling down finally.

 Can You Dig His? Can you dig his drumming, strumming, and guitar plucking? Can you dig his hep rhythms and rhymes  in his songs, and poetry? Can you dig his radness?  Can you dig his superbly melodies and harmonies syncs? Can you dig his hippie mentality? Can you dig him jamming out and playing his music? Can you dig his agnostic, atheistic vibes? Can you dig his thoughts, beliefs, ideology on life? Can you dig his love is love or free love sentiment? Can dig you his usage of hippie terminology still because he was and still is a real life hippie? Can you dig his love, devotion, and passion for reading all sorts of things? Can you dig his thoughts on what is real poetry verses hack poetry? Can you dig his interests in serial killers? Can you dig his intrigueness of cults religions, mythologies, folktales, and fairytales? Can you dig his oneness with nature and the universe? Can you dig his loving, careness, and kindness to his wife Donna Cox? Can you dig his crazyness and weirdness? C

Somewhere Between Euphoria and Horror! When notions twist inside one's mind Complex and amiss it's hard to find When they mix all the time Like fuckin Trix all the colors unaligned Mind's moments euphoria Mixes with madnesses' apathy and depression's empathy It's hard to decipher which is which and if one can ever escape either one of them. Insanity at times can be pure bliss Unaware of reality despite life's mess Nothing can create such happiness As being within one's nirvana of ignorance Blissfully ignorant is quite ecstatic at times however may become worse than it truly is It is a great way to not allow local, or world problems to intervene and fuck one up, being more paranoid than one already is One can't win either way one is truly fucked. Fucked up and self-medicating Nothing can help escape this hell of my own making Dark and lonely in the halls of emptiness Not admitting that there's a problem Laying in tears of my own making and no one

 Halloween Spooky boos, creepy coos tricky treats, sugary sweets spine-chilling thrills, spell-binding spills blood-curdling screams, nightmarish     dreams gruesome gores, haunted lores misty midnights, foggy twilightss apparitions cackle, yiping jackals bizarre beasts, macabre feasts phantoms screech, phantasms breach scarecrows shock, spirits gawk supernatural superstitions terrify missions autumn, death, ancestoral worship black cats, rats, and bats roam around      freely haunted houses, hayrides, rouse vaunted death's darkness, devil's harkness wicked werewolves howls, growls dreadful demons disguised as seamens jackolaterns shine, veil's thinness entwines frightful fairies aflutter, clutter stutters ghastly, ghoully, ghostly, grisly, goblins mischievously frequenting cemeteries, tormenting graves' tombstones, cadavers corpses remains, imps misbehavior witches, warlocks, spellcrafty wizardry like everything that goes bump in the night or those freaky freaks.

 Can You Dig Her? Can you dig her original orchestrated rhythms and rhymes? Can you dig her harmoniously, harvested melodies? Can you dig her stupendously performed spoken words? Can you dig her thought-provoking and mind-blowing meanings? Can you dig her passion and devotion towards Archeology and Paleontology? Can you dig her love and giddiness she feels while excavating artifacts, bones, and fossils? Can you dig her willingness to help other poets and writers out by having had an online open mic night for the past fourteen years? Can you dig her demeanor of kindness, caring, and giving completely unbiased interpretations of those readers on her broadcast? Can you dig her supporting others like herself out of the kindness of her own heart? Can you dig  all of her creations not just her writings and spoken words like her wonderful custom-made costumes? Can you dig her listening to and thoroughly enjoying her favorite songs? Can you dig her not ever thinking that being a creator is a r

Italy While in Italy my seafood spaghetti was the size of a great jetty my first flavor to savor was a great gourmet treasure. My pepporini pizza pie was not of a Silician delight my expected round slices of delight were actually a peppery spice from my American life I found my crust to be light therefore it did not fulfill my life. My eyes feasted upon entrancing religious historical, mythological art and architecture. As I walked aimlessly in a state of confusion my English language became a barrier the confusion of my wandering body. As I walked from the pier to consume a delicious delicacy upon entering a local restaurant  a pleasant man showed me a picture while offering me wine which I declined as I did not drink at that time he introduced me to his daughters which were fine. As we set off in the night with our friendships standing bright the flames of alcohol brought one of us to fight as we returned through the night our friendship was ended due to alcoholic blight. met two Ame

France Learned I did  that we would be pulling into France next I found myself in language trouble once again. Excited and anxious I was, to finally see what Paris, had to offer me however, when we sailed and moored there I found out that it was too far from our ship and I had to settle for Nice and Monte Carlo instead. Helped prepare, cater, clean up buffet styled dinner party on our ship for the French President,  French sailors, and other world Dignitaries. Sauntering streets ran into six Frenchmen flipping us off screaming at us in French convinced my friends not kick their butts. Saw a man praying on his rug while I walked by it puzzled me  I wondered to who or what he was praying to? Panhandlers begging me for money. Barhopping, clubbing, dancing hanging out with my friends, because I did not drink alcohol as of yet. As daybreak began  heaving to the lines that bound us to the Earth we sailed off to a new adventure.

 Spain As we embarked on the land of Columbus' benefactor I found myself lacking communication skills. While in Spain my lemon herb baked catfish was a shipwrecked and marooned sailor lost in sirens majestic voices tasted more lemony and limely than fishy neither a Chinese, or Spanish lavish dish my American glutton appetite hindered me from filling up. Stumpled upon a HorrorPops, CD buying it and absolutely falling in love with their mesmerizing mix of Pop Punk and Rockabilly music. Wandering around the streets I stopped and observed a great multitude of people gathered around an enormous beautifully lit up and decorated Christmas tree, staring, talking, and singing carols around it. Dancing, drinking, partying and watching dancers on stages at a club where I paid twenty euros  allowing me to eat and drink moderately or excessively all night long. Ancient castles, cathedrals, art, architecture and villas grabbed and held my eyes hostage as I breathed in their sublimeness. As daybr

Romania As we embarked on the land of  Vlad Tepes  I had hoped to go on a tour of his castle's musuem While in Romania found out that my tour in Transylvania  was too far away from our port to travel there and back not allowing me to adhere to our shipwide curfew which enraged me beyond all reason. Went to a restaurant shaped as a boat where I asked for fried catfish and fried calamari  had to settle with fried halibut they were a catch of the day and were out of what I wanted it tasted just like catfish however it was bony which made it hard for me to consume this upset me for not getting what I wanted due to being a spoiled American brat. Swam at three crystal clear blue water beaches walked the boardwalk and the jetty absorbing in its mesmerizing serenity I thoroughly enjoyed myself there as if I were one with it all. Experimenting with savory and unsavory  local wines and beers liking and disliking certain ones. As daybreak began  heaving to the lines that bound us to the Earth

While in Africa consuming all the food and drinks in one night, at a local restaurant which really sucked because I had three more days of liberty and didn't have anything to eat or drink those days. I enjoyed gambling, drinking, eating  at their three-story hotels. Drank the best tasting wine which was semi-sweet and semi-sour, which I absolutely loved and have forgotten what it was unfortunately. I endured dancing at their finest clubs. Drank American domestic, local, foreign beers and wines of course not liking every one of their tastes. Went to a club there had to buy a drink as a cover charge I was beyond drunk and said that if I drink anymore alcohol that I would vomit bought a water in a bottle drank from it I swear it tasted like and was alcohol. Saw a young malnutritioned young boy strugging to bathe in a bucket on the median, which truly pissed me off and made me sad that I couldn't do anything to help him stop suffering. A young girl and young boy came on our bus she

 What is Assonance? Asleep awake asunder bleep bake blunder creep cake cluster deep drake duster Eek earache elate freak fake fate glum grim gram hum him ham irk iffy interpose keep knead knee leap lead Lee mope mound moat nope noun note ocean offend ounce potion pretend pounce quirk quire quakes randy runny rakes sandy sunny sakes thirteen trump tug umpteen ump ugh vain vote vale wain wrote wale xylocarp xylograph xylophone yap yippie yen zap zippy Zen.

 An Alliteration Alphabet Allusive analogies ascribed Burping bellowing beaches bitterly Consuming constant considerations Discerning delicious delicacies Ecstatic energetically entering embryonic endeavors Frantically fusing falsehoods for facts Graciously guffawing gravity Habitually hankering hunching hungrier Itching intensively into inadvertence Jealously jaunting jesters Kelpies knowingly knocking kappas kraken Langorously ludriciously laughable learning life lusty Maliciously materializing munitions mechanisms Narcissistically noting nothing Orangutans objectively organizing orientation Prometheus possessing pyre past Predominant-Power Questioning quackery quavering quaint Ravashingly rampaging rapidly rousingly rebelling Systematically salvaging sage sayings Tremendously trifling tainted tortured trends Uniquely unitied universal uprightness Vindicating visualizations vouchesafed via vigorous viligante Whimsical wryly witingly writing wandering words Xylems xylograph xylophone

What are Allusions? Aphrodite asked Arjuna belligerently as if she had been drinking with Dionysus and smoking a hallucinogenic herb catering to Cupid's demands by allowing him to make lovestruck by striking you with his arrows and becoming stoic Dazhbog was spreading his warmth when all of a sudden he was washed away by a powerful hurricane that had been created by Njord Ecstatically enlivening the attributes of Emer while receiving the protection and fertility of Cybelle Feridun asked Fatima when and if he would succeed in slaying Zohak so that he would know when the correct time was to overtake the thief Gorgons played out in the courtyard for all to see and become stone in hopes of not being categorized by Rig Hanuman met Hathor along the shore of the Nile where she brought him back with a single breath Iris had been seduced by Hermes' poetry and she finally gave into having sex with him and in doing so she would be involved in a ritual to Pusti Jesters discussed Jorgmungan

Nathaniel Fred Taylor Jr. Notoriously beat up six cops, went to insane Asylum in Witchia Falls, for three months There labeled as paranoid schizophrenic Had left Christianity's idealology At age fifteen Needed to work his yard like a mole  Inherited his father's money Even worked at Lawn Doctor and a tire shop Lost his parents before he died Fought his own demons Rigorously, however they over- Empowered him on occasion which Demanded him to submit to their will. Tender hearted and way too empathic Afraid that afterlife was nothingness Yearned to help solve local, world problems Loved working on his vechiles, playing and       listening to music On this rich, but must live like a pauper kick Religously, a collective consciousness. Joyfully died, with his family and dogs by      his side Realizing that he was truly loved.

Devils dared demons demandingly instilling influenced inquiries into individual's intuition making mankind misbelieve Creator's corrupt conjured concoctions disbelieving, doubting, distrusting Bible's bombastic babbles pathetic prophetic proclaims existing essences eternities freedoms, forcing Feudalism's serfdom's shoddy situations rather righteously reaching glorious golden gates attaining Almighty's afterlife's absolution!

Quaffing quackery quipping  quadruply quaintly qualified quadrantic quandaries quarks quaralls quinces quibilles quiting quivers quixotically questioning quantum qualms quizzing quasars quavering queasiness!

Radical rabble-rousers ravaging rampagingly revising, rewriting revolutionist reverly rhythmically ridiculous revelatory rhetoric rigging righteousness rhapsodically ridding reverses rigorously ripping rivalery's rites, rituals  robust roles, rubbish rules romantically rudely rumoring religious reverence revengefull retribution's redemption!

 In the Ocean at Eighteen! Ocean's overtone obediently obtained, obstructed, occupied observer's orientations outermost outskirts swimming sideways swells precedently pulling person  away against atmosphere's wayward wicked waves clasping, grasping, rasping pinching, cinching, clinching jugging, chugging, tugging rewarding reciepent's redemption bumped, dumped, lumped onto oceanfront's orbit

Samhain Summer's end has come and it is  Autumn's turn to reign and Mastering the veil's thinness of our     universes Having bonefires, feasting with their  Ancestors, and living relatives Incandescent carved jackolaterns, of turnips     and gourds, dressing in costumes Not wanting to be captured or possessed by       any evil spirits.

Halloween is fun, festive, spooky, it  is my favorite time of the year; being  my birthday, observing daily, misfit  haunted houses offer creepy and scary      seeing  dressing up in costumes, to help ward off  evil spirits, crossing veil's thinness  children go bobbing for apples; runoff  into trick or treating, with a hipness  picking, carving, and transforming pumpkins into lit jackolaterns, flickering its shadows wherever they fall, Lumpkins black cats, rats, and bats always bickering mothers making pumpkin pies, from insides wanting it to last forever with upsides.

Was it Halloween? Last night on my street I saw witches, warlocks, and sorcerers Two ghouls, different monsters, green        goblins I thought is this Halloween Children filled the streets  each having bags full of sweets I heard them saying "trick or treat" I saw them stumbling on clown feet I saw a sheet, or was it a ghost I saw the most pumpkin heads Strangest neighbors I have ever seen O maybe it was Halloween?

Quatrain Halloween is my birthday  In which I celebrate everyday For me it is lifestyle and obsession Happy Halloween, and Happy Birthday to       me; always ward off evil spirits       possession.

Cinquain Halloween Creepy, spooky Beware, be afraid, be scary Haunted houses October thirty-first.

Halloween Halloween is my favorite time of the year And my birthday Loved celebrating it every year Loved dressing up and carving up Orange pumpkins into jackolaterns in which      my mom made pumpkin pie out of With the seeds and insides, while l was Eating lots of candy and sweets Enjoyed trick or treating and l was  Nicknamed boo, spooky, and goblin!

Halloween Haunted houses Are full of  Lots of apparitions jumping up, down and      all around Lots noises and vibrations Ooooooooo and booooo says the ghosts Witches brew magical stews in cauldrons Excited and frightened children go trick or        treating Eating lots of candy and other sweets Never wanting Halloween to end.

 Halloween 1985! On this day came l, into existence at nine-thirty p.m. against my mother's willed actions trying to hold me inside until midnight she thought me to be the devil's baby for being born on this day silly superstitions scared her did not, I, go trick or treating or even in 1986 due to a fear-instilled media that Satanists, were going around kidnapping blonde haired, blue-eyed white skinned baby boys and sacrificing them to Satan and that my mom had in fact given birth to me and was exhausted from it!

Ghosts, ghouls, goblins,  evil and good spirits hobbling and squabbling  roaming and rounding streets tonight In full moon's silvery twilight flourishing their headlong play Found in vaults, sheds, or bundles as their legends grumbles presenting themselves to gullible eyes weird boogeyman uncertainties pries Kale-butts, hay straws dampened dew fruit rinds, and puns mirrors showing what wonders may brew Doors, and gates they open, close, and swing troubles ridden moonbeams flickering dings their adventures, and incantations fondess notes their insights hasten Haven't we all heard, or seen mysterious sounds and movements, been thinking them to be done by invisible impish pranksters Lurking in shadows they always been however this night they show themselves anew grims if only we were but sixteen or younger Halloween would be much more precious.

Mariachi Skeleton Bands playing dark melodious music on accordions, violins, guitars, and trumpets  mesmerizing bystanders as they eat sugar skull crumpets dancing as they play their instruments entrancing their ancestors with their tunes crooning macabre death, and after life songs attunely entertaining every one that hears, sees, sings, and dances along moving their ligaments dressed up like the Jalisco cowboys mustaches clad or drawn on like vaquero plowboys preserving Mexican heritage and culture!

Goblins, ghouls, and ghosts giving one another boastful toasts about lifes, deaths, and afterlifes while they cook then eat pork roasts playing melodiuos tunes on drums and fifes singing macabre, Gothic, and dark songs praising the Dark Lord, as they beat gongs doing only wrongs exceedingly scaring everyone to death consuming dead, or alive humans swimming in and drinking their vitcim's blood in bloodbaths!

 My Traveling Days! Seeing while soaking in serene sunsets, sunrises, and mesmerizing majestic moonsets, moonrises at sea and on land watching dolphins, whales, sharks, and flying fish surface and submerge while doing flips, tricks, talking to each other, and even swimming and flying next our ship sea snakes slithering on ocean's top seagulls hunting their meals on top and underneath it and flying next to and behind  our ship staring and absorbing in horizon's beauty cloud-observing, catching shaped glimpses of everything and swearing that l saw Salvador Dali's paintings, Geopoliticus Child Watching the Birth of the New Man, and Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee Around a Pomegranate a Second Before Awakening, repetitiously  pulling in and out of foreign and domestic ports enjoying enduring endeavors of different and similar cultural festivities meeting, greeting, and conversing with people from all over the world not always able to speak the native tongues there, but luck

 My Happy Moments! Researching, reading, writing, learning, and comprehending poetry, prose, plays, plays, other literary forms, histories, philosophies, sciences, religions, mythologies, folktales, fairytales, helping me escape my mindful madnesses jamming to my favorite music always helps me escape my current realities exploring nature, fishing, swimming, camping,  building, burning campfires and bonfires helps me unwind and distracts me from myself having intellectual conversations helps me feel like I am important and not a faulire in life hanging out with my friends and family axioms and epiphanies striking me unexpectedly giving me simple sporadic spurts energetic ecstatic euphorias ravashingly releasing reliefs adreline rushes flooding my body alleviating my stress, depression, anxiety, and among other problems!

My Existential Angst! Meaninglessly, purposelessly, hopelessly and carelessly existing as a dog reacting to fallen snow off the rooftop either running away from fearing it or checking it out and not comprehending what made the noise enragingly severely doubting everything uncertianities constantly causing pyschological warfare within my mind antagonizingly aching angrily wanting wisdom's wholeness seeking solitude's solace continuously aware being unaware of any absolutes that I could possibly believe in or realise as truths instead living in never-ending battles against and with myself rather than forever living in my fantastic realm!

My Anger Morphs me into a locked up monster in which I am never released nor can I ever break free as a conster lunatic genius never ceasing my beast feeling like a defendant with a fixed jury failure's thoughts fuel my mind's fury. Enraged in my forever Hellacious cage puppeted by masters place on stage banging, panging, clanging my        uncontrollable outrages showing my opinion through unthinkable         tantrum rampages. Continously trying and failing to escape over-exhausted, over-exerted as an        undraped ape wanting to stop fighting and trying to break        free adreline rushes energizes me temporarily        with fleeing glee!

 My Demons My demons are neither supernatural or paranormal possession  instead my mind's mental madnesses       agression which turns me into a ghoul with no soul rampaging around aimlessly enraged at anything and anyone that       crosses my path blamelessly. Depressed from my loneliness anxiously awaiting my death's arrival suffering sanity's pyschological rival's        deprival feeling sorry for and hating myself having suicidal thoughts endlessly. Constantly asking oneself what is my meaning in life am I a failure with contradictory strife?

 Halloween Villanelle Spooky boos, and cadavers creepy cries apparitions cackle devilishly frightful screams, and scary eyes. Phantasms and phantoms prank disguises living, dead, all things supernatural spooky boos, and cadavers creepy cries. Scary screams and nightmarish demises haunted hayrides and eerie candy houses frightful screams, and scary eyes. Blood-curlding boogeyman beasts spies on everything and everyone  spooky boos, and cadavers creepy cries Alarming afraid afterlifes arises as veil's thinness opens up frightful screams, and scary eyes. Harvest, ancestral, and death's worship evil spirits warded off for protection spooky boos, and cadavers creepy cries frightful screams, and scary eyes.

Inspired by Alexander Henry's "Skelewags," Pirate Skeletons in Mexico Style, which is the painting, is Jason Stieva's sculpture, "Ark of the Apocalypse." Also inspired by a few old Sea Shanties, Blow the Man Down, Roll the Chariot, The Coast of High Barbary, The Bonnie Ship, The Diamond, Rolling Down to Old Maui, and several others, and my experiences in the United States Navy! LivingDeadman's Crew! By Eric Shelman   Where we be cursed swashbucklers, buccaneers, pirates, where we be cursed where at daybreak we be coming alive, where we be tending our ships duties  where we be sailing all seven seas, where we be standing rotating watches where we be minding helms, and figuring out here be we, and where we be going where we be pulling in and out of ports along the way, where be we robbering, looting and receiving our booty where be we seeking out treasure on maps that speak of hidden expensive wonders Where we be meeting, greeting, drinking with, and payin