- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Once Upon A Time In California II
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Click hereTo wait till the date of 2,000 and 12,
The date of birth Three decades ago,
September the 13th.
Three decades of life,
three decades to wonder.
Aimlessly in the vast pit of deep dispare,
alone and depressed,
and bleeding for air.
The air of love,
the air of life,
deprived cruel so unfair.
Seven lives, seven deeds,
seven bulletts that he needs.
The sin of the duce who weakened
dear mother and left her in two
shall they die first and formost
for so great betrayal as make her weak
and leave her bleeding in her fear.
I'll to their sins to punish them.
Bang bang,
they're dead.
Bang bang,
all is dead.
Seven lives, seven deeds,
seven bullets that I need.
The sin of one,
raping pederaste,
who choose me wrong
when my time on earth was seven innocent years,
who chose my brother when his time on earth
was five innocent years.
Bang bang,
he's dead,
bang bang,
in his head.
To rape child no more.
Pray for me,
I'm damned by my unforgiving nature.
I'll walk more this night
and lives to claim till it be nearer.
Seven lives, seven deeds,
seven bullets will I need.
Pedarast's father,
and his mother.
No blame to love their son,
but blamed to lie and slander,
to make his crime undone.
Bang bang,
they're dead,
bang bang,
I've made my bed.
Seven lives, seven deeds,
seven bullets I must heed.
She calls herself grandmother,
she claims to be a good mother,
but she is Bold & The Beautiful,
she's stephanie forrester in person of real.
Regal and high on her pedistal,
she weakend my father when he was his weakest.
To turn away from the cousins pederast deed.
Bang bang,
she's dead,
bang bang,
she's dead.
Oh open sin, of vile day
why must you fit to come this way?
I've helped all, I've given my heart,
to love the world,
why must you tare me a apart.
Seven sins, seven deeds,
six bullets for me, and one for he.
A sundown draw between me and thee,
my father,
protecting of his mother and me.
Choose... choose you dare,
between she and me, your son, or your mother.
Who's for thee to avenge?
Who's for thee to love?
You are a man, no excuse for thee to be weak.
Men must never be weak.
Choose.
Bang bang,
I'm dead,
bang bang,
I'm shot, I've made my bed,
and in it I sleep, forever,
as I am dead.
For seven sins, and seven deeds.
Once upon a time in California,
a boy like me did die.
A boy like me,
a man three dacades lived he.
A lost monster will die.
- COMMENTS
Shamanskissalmost 19 years agoit is vitally important that we
remember poetry is not always about correct grammar, puncuation
or even perfect language itself.
sometimes it is about pure feeling.
This poem is superb, for all its errors in
langauage etc.
This poem is felt, and reads as though it simply spilled itself.
sometimes that is exactly how it should be.
And I do not doubt he cares about it, the poem itself screams that out.
I will not say I 'liked' it, that would be far too weak.
It would be a greater compliment to say it made me taste hate. Far More importantly, for this poem, I FELT IT..
powerful, powerful poem.
Anonymousalmost 19 years agoI've read much of your work, Jasper, and this could have been one of your best if you had taken the time to punctuate, and checked your spelling. As it is, it is very hard to read, and many won't, because you didn't show you cared for it yourself.
