My poems vary in their subject depending in my moods and that is just it they are my moods and not yours.
If you have one you would like to see here email it to me and I will create a page for you. Be sure to check my dark angel's poems, Darkness she has incredible skills.

This first set were written for a radio dj, she had on one night a week beat poetry night and here were my submissions.

Is this the night I loose my mind
I walk around on edge all the time
I have this feeling and just want to explode
Will you be the lucky one when I loose control
I'm faceless and nameless, you stand next to me every day
Soon it will be time, time for you to pay
But don't worry tonight I am fine
I have Jodi to listen to, to quiet the monster that lives in my mind,


The night is back it comes once again
I welcome it always my one real friend
It never lets me down
It always comes around
Its here again tonight with its stars in full site
A cold wind blows, then a scream there it goes
It sends a chill up your spine but to me it feels fine
For I am one of the creatures you just might find
Waiting for you all the time.


I walk the streets in search of the one
Who will it be this night the cause of my fun
I'm hungry and thirsty in need of a life
I feel sorry for the one I choose tonight
My body aches in need of some food
I see the one she makes me drool
I watch her closely and wait for the moment
I'm so impatient I almost blow it
Then the time comes I spring to attack
And slit her throat and snap her back
Her warm fresh blood goes right to my brain
Not even Jodi could save for tonight I am insane.


The streets are not safe I'm on the loose
Every one suffers while they cry their pitiful excuses
I scratch and bite and rip out their hearts
The suns going down its almost time to start
My thirst has grown
My temples burst
I need some blood I'm going bezerk
Its all her fault she made me this way
That's why I make them all pay
But its worse now cause your not their
To sooth my insanity and calm my soul
Oh I miss you Miss Jodi Vale.

Of course love, lust and sex have always been on of my favorites.


Making love and Fucking

Making love is more than just sticking my dick inside her
Its caressing her skin
Touching her face
Kissing the nape of her neck
Looking in her eyes
Smelling her
Feeling her hair
Lying on a bed of fresh rose petals
Tasting her
Lying in a locked embrace
Its kissing the bend of her knee
The inside of her ankle
Its arousing her nipples
Sucking her inner thighs
Whispering in her ears
Then at the last moment its sticking my dick inside her
That's fucking.


On the train to go to work
So I can get paid to be broke
See the pretty women
Then I get sad
Is this it
Is this all their is
The women look fine
Its friday you see
They paint their faces
Do their hair
Put on their best cloths
The weekends here
Some will get drunk
Some will get stoned
All there looking for is someone to fuck
They tease me as I walk down the street
I watch them walk by and all I can do is sigh
They could be so cruel
They could be so soft
They look so sweet
No matter who they are I look at them as treats
They look like angels but I know where they come from
They suck the strength out of me
I'm so lonely I could just scream
They just don't help
Is this a dream
Where is she, where is the one
The wind feels good
The clouds roll in
When will it end
When will I smile again
I guess Ill just go home and masturbate again.


I see this woman with her shy sly smile
The way her hair falls in her face
Every time I see her I cant help but keep staring
I was scarred of her
Now I'm not
Her hug changed all that
When I hug her now I don't want to let go
It feels safe their
She feels soft
There's something behind those eyes
Something in her smile
Could we be thinking the same thing
What are the chances of that
Why would she think what I am thinking.


An Asian beauty stands next to me
Her perfume filling me with lust
The first in a long day, I know what's coming
Naked flesh all around
I want to scream
What else is new.


I see this face of exquisite beauty
Perfect in almost everyway
She catches me staring
It makes her nervous
She maybe does not realize how perfect this face really is
I hope someone does
Her eyebrows exact
Her nose just right
Her mouth perfect
Her eyes
Oh her eyes
When she smiles so do they
I wonder what it is to have her smile at me
Her skin what could I say
She's perfect in almost every way.


A sweet sumptuous thing waits for a bus
Batting her lashes and flicking her hair
So innocent and giving, why is she alone
Another sits on a stoop, long dirty blonde hair covers her face
No one should leave her waiting
Looks of wanting in their eyes
I wish to fill it.


Here are just some ramblings

I sit in a coffee shop on a rainy day
Watching the people go on their way
Women and men hurry to the train, to get home to their loved ones on a cold damp day
I see a naked lady on a van
There's an elf on a bus
This fucking city is completely nuts
The day people go home and here comes the night
Some poor fool will surely die tonight
The rain is good
It washes down the scum
You can see the angels loose their innocence
People wait in a shelter across the street
Huddled together like sniveling fools
Umbrellas go up and coats pulled over heads
I love days like this so I can enjoy my dread
The cities women are beautiful
They don't know what lies ahead
I scream inside as I see her face
The pain gets great and I start to space
The naked women on the bus leaves.


Back in the coffee shop on another rainy night
People still scurry to find a dry spot
The naked girl is nowhere to be found
Even she don't want no part of this cold miserable fucked up town
People pass me by as I sip my coffee, not knowing the monster that dwells in this place
They walk by in their innocence
Beautiful women with long dark hair
If they knew what sat here they'd be sure be scarred
But the mask is on, I have a good one today
The rain hides my real face.


I saw a killer in a train today
He sat across from me
No one else knew who he was
I was the only one that cared
I rode all the way to the last stop with him
At woodlawn we get off
I watched as he walked across the street
I knew where he was going
He disappeared in the mist
He went to wear the dead dwell
That's his home.