The T-Bag.

Away in a forest hid he, the ancient withered willow tree.
Crouched and afraid of all the faces,  from the hurt and misery he races.

Ugly and ragged from all the sorrow, he awaits the peace, perhaps tommorow.
The ravens land and pick his branches, they chip away the leaves.

The maniacal glare, in the darkened eyes of horror.
The willow sags and weeps.

Eyes appear from the shadow, wracking him with relentless gaze.
Tommorow there will be another way, for now he must survive today.

My breath, alas has left me! I see you with your flowing brown locks and eyes of the brightest green. I gaze at you and yearn for our lips to meet. But never will that happen, to a man like me! You deserve much better, then what i, a humble peasent, can ever hope to see! True, i may be humourous, i may be kind. But ne'er do you look at me with glee. You glance or look and smile. But only for a second then you return to your flock. I wait for you, outside the palace. Ahh, the beat of my heart in harmony with the clock. You leave the gates, glance at me then smile. I look and my heart swims. You approach! Your hair blowing in the soft breeze. You float towards my joyous self. Your eyes, how they shine. I stumble over my feet. You laugh and speak. You tell of your love for me. Then invite me for dinner today. Alas, you took my breath away.

From the shadows, it slowly creeps.
To find and forage on the weak.
Boys and girls get scarce any sleep.
For from the shadows the wretched thing creeps.

And the women, how they weep.
As the sickly thing, slowly creeps.
The raven squawks and flutters away.
To run from the horrid creatures face.

The people run, and shout in fear.
As from the alley ways it appears.
The brave go crazy, the soldiers, lazy.
Nothing dare, battle this wretch, be it foul or fair.

They flee, they wail, they crawl, they fail.
The creature has emerged again. Devouring stables and sturdy sheds.
No man, sane or not, care face this demon, that fears not the dead.
For even the souls, they flee, and the creature howls out with glee.

No man stand in the hell spawns way.
Not if they wish to live another day.
Then, one boy, the smallest in the land.
Approached the thing, he stood where none dared stand.

Withdrew his dagger, blessed by the lord.
And stabbed the foul creature, until its blood poured.
Then the thing looked on, a smile on its face.
It said simply, “Now, here finally, is my resting place.”

The demon shrunk into the darkness.
Back to whence it came.
The boy, stone-faced, threw his dagger to the earth.
He prayed and asked, if he’d done his worth.

The thing, it was dead.
The bells clung, tears were shed.
At this new found bravery. Now everyone stands tall.
All because one little boy, answered the worlds, desperate call.

His face, 'twas mangled his right leg crippled.

Had a permanent cold. All he did was hack and cough and weeze.

One night however, he fell to the floor. He lay for hours.

Then thought to himself, "A new heart is what i need."

He arose, coughed once more. Took his jacket and went out the door.

He smiled and laughing wildly, dragged his shovel to the graves.

The creature, hacking as he unearthed corpses. Found his body.

It was a male, in a red suit, freshly buried the night before.

His wife a fine lady, Elanor

The madman with a gleam in his good eye, looked over the body.

He smiled his crooked smile.

He reached into his pocket, he pulled out a knife.

An incision he made, to cut out the mans heart.

He reached in to remove the organ when suddenly, from behind him.

A women dressed in white, Elanor!

The man was afraid, it was late in the night.

The women merely smiled and gazed at the man on his knees in the hole.

Man and women locked into eachothers gaze, ne'er moving.

The woman began to weep, the creature hacked and pulled himself from the grave.

He approached, she hissed "Back you vile thing!" then he heard a sound from the grave...

The man rose from the coffin his heart hung out, he cackled and shrieked as the other hellions creeped.

Demon skulls and headless specters arose from grave after grave.

From the bowels of hell, the abominations surrounded the creature, as hideous as he was.

They howled and moaned and shrieked louder and louder. Lady Elanor smiled and uttered a howl of her own.

That's when the madman remembered, the lady died the month before!

Elanor circled him her ribs now protruding from holes in her carcass.

The hideous beast of a man stumbled and sat at the foot of the mans grave.

They found him the next day, slumped in the grave a look of horror on his face.

The townsfolked gathered at his funeral, the preacher read from his book.

Then everyone hung there heads as the coffin was lowered.

Even the man in the red suit, and the lady dressed in white.

'Tis love that drives us to insanity.
'tis love that leads to rape.
'tis love that causes vanity.
isnt love great?

You kiss and hug
a wrapper is ripped
a bra hits the rug
a body is gripped

In the end thats all it is
just a way to force intercourse
only to have the man blow his wits
forever slaves to intercourse

The craveing and the hunger
the pointlessness of it all
the way the dad screws your mother
you the baby boy bouncing the shiny ball

Made out of pointless craveing.
just to feel good for ten to fifteen seconds
and forever we are slaveing
to get in the pants of suzy beckham

In the end its only done for pleasure
No one really wins
dont submit to the pressure
you could end up with twins

So you argue
"I love her though"
Thickskull. Had to much brew.
why do you think the condom was invented? for the stupid ho's

the pointlessness the utter stupidity
alas i am corrupted
my bed too is rickety
i regret it everyday, i wish i was adopted.

This is a poem for a man i know.
Who makes an honest living.
who never complains
and helps out where he can.

Ive learned so much from this man.
How to skate, how to golf.
how to treat women.
he taught me to respect my elders and friends.

He punished me, he held me.
he taught me write from wrong.
he told me all the basics, he showed me some good deals.
he put on the brave face when everyone was scared.

he never once, forgot his family.
he always called them, sometimes twice.
he wasnt the best he wasnt the greatest.
but he was my hero, he was the best to me.

This man is my dad.
this father of mine, he raised three kids.
he worked nine to five.
he made our house a home.

My dad works his hardest.
he gets us what we need.
he took care of us.
and for all this all i can say is

I love you dad
i hope you love me too.