Captain Vanity’s Pants
If you want to see him strut
endless lewdness in front of you,
if you want to step in his shoes
and acquire destructive social views,
the place to be is Captain Vanity Land
for your errant child to wander through.
You’ll certainly not become the wiser
and it’s guaranteed you’ll take a fall,
but to see a sorry excuse for an adult
then there’s the place for one and all!
A conscious? Forget it! Morals? To the wind!
Want a screwed-up perspective? Then listen to him!
“But he’s just awesome!” Excuse me while I barf in this bag.
“We’re at peace now!” Sure, with me tightly bound and gagged.
So enroll in Capt. Vanity’s school,
pretend you’re wild and breaking rules.
Enjoy his lewdness, enjoy his vanity-
what better word to rhyme with insanity.
Whatever turns you on today,
my heart has mended, I’ve had my say.
Still, deep inside me it still pains me to see
you twisted by Capt. Vanity.
Go ahead, pretend he’s good
while he tells you about his getting wood.
Go ahead, go laugh out loud,
you, a tragic part of his captured crowd.
It must be flattering that he writes for you-
the you that is a common fool!
His land he runs about polluting
along with the young girls he’s recruiting.
Will his lewdness never end?
Not as long as he has your audience.
What lives behind his wayward eyes
but deception, hate, and conscious lies?
Listen to him speak and utter
wisdom drawn straight from the gutter.
Entertaining? Possibly,
for those who’d like to see him pee
or say, “What’s that smiley you use all the time,
the one that looks like you just sat on a roll of dimes?”
Yes, how he can tease and tantalize
young girls not quite in their prime.
What does he see when he looks at them?
I say he’s a monster, you say he’s their friend.
He’ll continue, no conscious, he,
while meek are the authorities.
From what I see, now I know
Capt. Vanity’s pants have stole the show-
Rather than love with heart and soul
his pants have taken the leading roll.
Tantrums thrown, unstable yearns
yet young fools bid his return.
He gets off at your expense
is that the price of gaining sense?
I’ll allow that you may need the challenge
of dealing with a bad influence,
or possible you may need a savior
from a terrible home situation-
unfortunately the bad are always in your face
while the good are silent and far away.
As he spams his twisted fare
to the young and unaware
I’d ask them about his pant’s excursions
but they’re sworn to secrecy about such past perversions.
Yes, he frolics and he plays
while my tongue is held at bay.
So there is naught to give him pause
as he spouts his wayward cause.
His pants have taken over his brain
“I rule!” you can hear them say.
A chilling heart within those pants-
falling in love with girl’s photographs.
Lays on the charm to disarm,
then to excite, the lewd, yes, how shrewd!
“Come live with me!” he offers them,
“What better way to make a friend!”
Not exactly the best influence, as I hear him say,
“I’ll get rid of the adults, come, kids, let’s play!”
His evil pants have taken control,
they call the shots, they run the show.
Polka-dot, paisley and green,
Capt. Vanity’s pants are a sight to see.
But underneath the tailored dress
lies a mind that is a mess.
Beneath all that coolness and style
I’d say there’s a lurking pedophile.
Resorts to bragging to impress
and sadly employs it with success.
Like a scumbag he’ll make you rot
like a dip you’ll be taking the cheapest shots.
From an ogre to a monstrosity
Capt. Vanity’s pants have come to play!
"I wait and wait
it is my fate
much too late
for the chocolate I ate...
my doom is sealed
the banana peeled
I"m exposed to all
then slip and fall
down in torment
do not lament
I'll rise again
when I smell more chocolate...
and cheese...
Where is She?
Where is she?
She is at the door.
I hear her cries
on the misty floor.
No angel’s song
on her voice,
fluttering her pages,
now her choice
has turned to darkness...
The door swings open
upon a bed
of thorns she sits
my thorns, she says.
She has come for me.
It is my turn to suffer,
my turn to die.
It is the end.
Hey! Me Too!
Times are burning with hidden fantasies
and lovely promises of being there
moonlit shadows dancing on silken thingies
rustling then dropping in the cool night air
seduction and passion and erotic thoughts new
Hey, come on over, I’ll jump on you too!
Move over, Kain, ‘scuse me, romantic-heart,
many pardons for pulling you all apart!
But my thoughts and sensations and heart explodes
who cares! Hey, SweetSilver, let’s just rip off our clothes!
We’ll stand there like drums pounding the sound
of heavings, gaspings, groanings out loud!
Tingling, tantalizing, rolling around...
Mrroowwrerer! with lol
in our jolly Santa caps!
A Spreading Kind of Love
A love I never really felt in my entire life
I offer freely now
Love spurned and suppressed
now spread
as far and wide as possible
as genuine as I can
that is my need
I’ve just come to understand.
That is my need
if some didn’t understand me
and how could they?
I didn’t understand it myself.
It’s out now, the deeds are done
and spreading far and wide
what else can you expect
from a child so denied?
For isn’t it our nature
to give what we didn’t have?
I am criticized by some
but most are quite glad
to receive a little kindness
and support
tempered by a long and hellish past
where time has taught me that abuse
creates ends that will never last.
The Moments They Meet
As his imagination reached out to the world
she was there
the fireside glowed…
his mind grappled with problems immense
gazing out into the distance
she stayed near waiting
for just one tender touch
He was no fool
it all meant nothing without her…
He turned
as her mind wandered off over the horizon
delving into the human soul
far away from his gaze
he was no fool
he smiled and waited…
Together they are
though far apart
yet the moments they meet
are everything.
Dying, With Some Cool Adjectives! (now I need some cool adjectives...)
I left it wandering in the dark-
ebbing, embattled, on the sands of Venus
my love bleeding on your table.
It was in the white room of pale moonbeams
stranded, shattered, the primal desire
reflecting the questions in your eyes.
Could I actually love in the silence of the world
and sing earthly songs of a thousand hues
after being drenched in the bleeding rain?
I try to answer, a million hands cover my mouth
as trumpets blare their distressing call
as I’m pulled into the abyss, every hand a new reason not to try.
I have lost hope now, there is no peace
in the quicksands of hell and the forgetful deep
I say farewell to you from this abysmal place.
Your smile and warm bosom live on
in this dying hour like a rose’s bloom
they are the last images of my dimming mind.
I whisper my last thoughts to you
of August love and November laughter
as my last breath spins from my lips.
Your warmth mingles with the coldness
in the depth of a sunless gloom
where a distant dark star marks the last moment of my life.
Mr. Hotti
(In reference to 'We'll make it through it all'
by my AP niece mooninmysky)
He moved into the house over there
he’s two years older than me
Me? I am sweet sixteen...
He’s such a Hotti, what does he think?
Let me ask my uncle there...
Well, my adoring little niece,
I know how Mr. Hotti thinks,
as for girls they all lie somewhere between
‘dumb and easy’ and ‘mature and scary’!
The best remedy for his frame of mind
is to trick him into talking to you
for there is nothing like a good old dose of reality
for such mental frames to change their views!
The Blues ...
(collab with Touchof1der)
the long lonely moan
of a finger sliding down
strings vibrating with sounds
slow sycophant beats
in thoughts that slowly float
and sway as I hold
each note coated sweet with you
as my ears hungrily greet
a music that describe
conflicting feelings that hide
when words alone
can't make it real inside
vibes and sweet sounds
drawn out of the loneliness around
set a mood
that floats lightly down
on a cloud to the ground
notes that touch the soul
hearts keep a beat
with rhythms sadly sweet.
so perfectly played
until the last note rings
longing to hear her sing
and fill the soul with sound
humming her tune
coursing through
this is the blues.
long, lonely sounds
fingers sliding down
vibrating strings
notes floating sweet
rhythm of the soul
playing on the ear
they do not compare
to her long, lonely stare
the measure of her eyes
that say "Come here"
the touch of her skin
the rhythm of her beat
floating sweetly through my soul
as I love her deep.
I Know My Hands
I know my hands, and what they’ve done in life.
I compare them to the hands of others and marvel
at the hands of others.
They always seem to be more experienced
larger
wiser
stronger
I used to be ashamed of my hands, or worse, jealous of theirs.
Now I do not hesitate to give them praise
and have come to accept the limitations of mine.
Not that my hands have been idle all my life, mind you,
but the hands of others just seem so much more intriguing
and intelligent.
at 6’ I am larger than most men,
but even the tiniest twerp seems to have hands
larger than mine and have done more!
The hands of women I fear…
the things they know that I don’t
just makes me shiver.
I guess I can relate to the hands of a child the most,
always reaching out, curious, loving, in need…
So I take my hands and offer friendship, respect, caring, concern
and help wherever I go.
I wonder what others think of these hands…
Haiku Responses
rivulets trail red
dripping from my fingertips--
crimson tears I cry
-dark-idle-pixie
A droplet splashes
freezing seeping in my veins
it is you I cry
Nomadic particles
sifted between fingers-
Windswept dreams
-SwtAsWine
carried in a dream
life slips through slender fingers
wandering in spring
treble tides eclipse
footprints from cyclic routines
springing fresh canvas
-lavender shadows
routines cyclical
defy them, nature withers
we disintegrate
the Caddo River
cool water makes me shiver
beautiful river
~
The awful cold rain
Pouring down on my campus
My cold, drenched body
~
always warms me up
like a cup of hot cocoa
shows love, care, kindness
-SexyAngel0418
live another day
the sun rises to greet you
with warm summer rains
Footsteps in the sand
Waves splashing against the shore
Memories Vanish
-Malzy
Why such sadness here?
even splendors in a breeze
vanish and return
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