9Laws of Criminals

1nce you choose your victim,
It's 2hard quitting him,
3rd strike, take some hostages.
4days you bide your time,
With 5points then belime,
The foe's 6th sense dislodges.
Give 7compliments,
Aw8 response comments,
Make haste! The 9th enrages.~

F8

Purpose driven, yet presently only
a trifle of their grand conception.
1 gazing, undressing the other's strategy,
Peeling off layers revealing the underbelly of its pigeon.
Dancing with such a tremendous fury,
Players entertaining their unbridled passion.
The vaudevillian clung 2momma's medicine awaiting seraphim.
His dark cherub, praying 4awakening with 1 kiss from him.~

7th Heaven's Hell

Empyrean
Passionate, Welcoming
Loving, Embracing, Soaring
Angel, Halo, Horns, Demon
Shackling, Scorning, Burning
Tortured, Imprisonable
Perdition~

6th Sense

Fiery red is the color of my love 4him,
sounding like both sides simultaneous explosions.
The scent, rising plumes of smoke,
tasting of creme brulee left lingering on lips.
This indescribable vision, a love potion #9th world wonder,
A spell feeling so powerfully heavy & smooth as 2seduce all 6senses.~

5Heads

5 headed donkeys are not rarities,
We see them daily in our families.
A Speech Begins Where 1 Ends.
Through teeth unhinged their psalms bend,
Tongued serpents clearly hissing needlessly.~

4midable Opponents

It wore them down 2be so far away,
Steps lept, troubles carried on weary feet,
Terrorized wide eyes at cupid's 1st strike,
Acquaintances afraid 1day they'd meet.~

3's A Crowd

The pair baked with love,
an orange colored gourd 4warmth,
kept secret- a whore.~

Light 1

Apart 2day, each lights 1 candle on yellow cake.
We, with lit Romans; I pray that flames reveal his face.~

Spark

The arsonist's art began with a spark.~

Anything 2Please Nobody

I would do anything 'musically' 2please my husband,
even 2impress a boyfriend musician.
Or kickin it the way he likes it, just as friends.
But the musician, he's not my husband.
He has his, but I have no band.
He isn't my boyfriend.
He can have any woman --& does, 2comfort him.
The man isn't even my friend.
We never laugh 2gether just as people,
so musically --I can't do nothin 4him.

Poe Emily:(

I am Emily 2uh rich Poe.
Don't pity us because
I see the need 2feel his Dick n
he doesn't feel a need 2see his future Son.
Edgar would rather take an Allan
wrench 2my brain damaged head
2fix what's wrong.

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us--don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

~Emily Dickinson

Quote form Alice In Wonderland~Lewis Caroll

The Duchess: Be what you would seem to be -- or, if you'd like it put more simply -- Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.

Alice: I think I should understand that better, if I had it written down: but I can't quite follow it as you say it.

3rd Life

I cried out 2 him, he must not have listened.
My heart, I cut out 4 him.
Now, my heart beats 4 his mistress.
When in that moment, as I numbered & counted my last breaths--he gave me his.
God must have wanted me 2 get a 2nd chance & because of them, I averted death.

In my 1st life, my heart sang melodies.
The 2nd, beat their names.
They played the same game, at the time, on opposing sides.
My 4 chambers were evenly divided--2 in death, 2 in life, 4 ~1 knight traded his 4 mine.
No more was he around 2 receive my love, so I chose the other side.

With this 2nd life, I didn't do much; it sucked.
But the sequel often does.
From the beginning it was clear 2 me, that fate hath laid a path be4 me.
It seemed an impossible feat 4 my feet 2 trudge begrudgingly.
I gave my love 2 another & didn't allow myself 2 fall completely.

Time past & this love proved not 2 last.
Many memories we made, he comforted me, we laughed.
We shared our dreams with each other & embarked on our journey 2gether.
I was 'his', just as he was 'my' lover.
Although, I could sense it then, him swaying 2wards another--1 much darker & stronger.

This darkness, more & more, it consumed him.
It ate away our relationship, completely crumbling its breaking foundation.
Remembering him, I then ran 2 my living angel.
Destiny almost took him from me 2.
Consumed with guilt, I wasn't about 2 let him slip away from me without thanking him properly, like I should have so long ago.

Compelled 2 get 2 him & 'through' 2 him, my sanity was overthrown.
My desire took hold, burning within me 'A Blaze'!
Reigniting an old passion as a phoenix is reborn from the flames.
Silently, I could hear him cry, 'Where were you when I needed 'you' by my side?!'.
2 my face he said nothing, just turned away.

The ever-present beating of his name wouldn't cease, 2 give me even a moment's peace!
I'll admit that part of me just wanted it 2 go away, as I cut out my heart & served it 2 my king on a silver plate.
In my 1st life, my heart sang melodies & in the 2nd, beat their names.
In this 3rd try, it does not sing, nor does it beat a name, but instead weeps poetry.
The dried up tears you see be4 you, bled upon a page~