The Sgt Lettuce Collection

I submit this small epic of poorly written mal-formed thoughts not out of pride but rather becaus ei like to hear people moan about having to read my epics of poorly written mal formed ideas. P.S. I wish to make it clear that these were writtena while ago and not in the same state of mind i am in now. they were more theraputic than significant to the outside world and were for me not others so if you don't like them tough if you liked one or two- glad to be of service. I'll let the admin punish those who criticise harshly. and EMO COMMENTS ARE VERBOTTEN

CAUSALITY (vision of a grand new future)
I love you for you,
I hate you because I cannot love you,
I feast on your flesh because I cannot hate you,
I pine for you because I cannot consume you,
I long for you because I cannot pine for you,
I wish to be you because I cannot long for you,
I die for you because I cannot be you,
I killed you for all of the above.
To the memory of my true love - deceased

FINAL GAZE
I gaze at you with a cold hard stare
Your façade is played out swooned in a chair
You act as though to weep, your conscience deep
Rend in twain for my sleep.
Now I am on all sides surrounded
By mahogany, earth and stone
Yet still you hear the beating of my heart
My most loyal organ, to which you were
A flawless piece of art.
As the sound turns to ticking, turns to clicking,
The light-bringer hears the singing
Of the tool of his trade unleashing its maid-en load.
And thus have we come full circle,
When you grasp asserts its pull,
For the final glint of mine eye,
Was the glint of thine eye
As you plunged your dagger into our heart.
For now I am dead,
My gaze was as yours,
The final sight of my life
My lovéd one wielding the knife.
And the ticking of the clock and the clicking of the glock,
Were the symphonies of your demise
For your mind, upon itself turned,
Chose to die and tantalise - thee with similar fate.
And now beside me you lay, until the date of judgement's ne'er coming day.

And hadst thou been a spectre floating 'bove the crowd,
What do you think you would have seen, below your mighty brow?
Why 'tis of course fitting, for you to be there, etched into your own visage,
of your sine-sanic eyes, repeated forever image, by the mirror's guise.

2
CRIB-DEATH (Final Gaze pt. 1,5)
Did you must purge me of the world?
Had you derived pleasure of my eradication.
Did your instincts tell you it?
Did you enjoy plucking my child from the breast it bit?
As you rend him in twain,
dash out his brain,
crush breath from his bare chest,
disembowel him through his breast?
How could you kill yourself like that?
his essence tipped upon the mat.
Did you hate me enough to kill your flesh,
Did your despisition permit you to drain your blood?
Suspended his fresh meat did you in the grotesque manner upon the rails.
Were you not washed away by the torrent of his blood's flood?
When he wailed, cried, screamed, pleaded
Did not your heart forbid his flesh to be kneaded?
My seed lies desolate in a cold gutter,
And with it the soul of his mutter.
You have demented beauty,
Betrayed innocence and desecrated all which is holy.
Why did you forego your duty,
Destroy yourself, join the ranks of the lowly?
Your sickly morose action is below verse
Upon your savage head I place an austere curse
may you suffer an excruciating death at your own hand
to be sent past the caverns to the bowel of Hell's furnace land.
But this I wish to spare you for once you were my true love,
the knowledge of what you have done,
For I alone should have to bear the weight of the death of my dove.

AFTERTHOUGHT (We who are about to die)
As I lay in the reflecting water, I too reflect
My life had been lived with love barren to my eyes.
As the steaming liquid obscures I realise
My only love lead me here
'Twas for love of my dear that I lay in this pink pool.
Were't not for love, indeed long of love,
I would be laying in green gardens
Yet here I be here I lie
In the maroon murk, about to die.
I slip from reality,
The water is blue.
I concentrate my last minutes on her
'Tis something to do.
At her thought my heart skips
Pulsing all my blood from my body
Under the pretence of keeping me alive.
The water is blood red though I see it as black
I cannot be helped by anybody
Oh! How death must thrive.
And as an after though I add - But I don't want to die...
3
THE PASSION
I, your tender flesh caress
Your breasts my flithy hands do press
I clutch your pale face to my own
Your cold lips chill me to my bone-s.
I grasp your unearthéd hands
Your exhumed corpus softly lands
Beside my own silently
As I labour I become more slovenly.
Ne'er a breath passes your lips
My hands fondle your body's dips.
Pray, I be the prayer over thine body said
As I float above thee, amuséd in bed.
My dearest wife, my love to the,
But your flesh is sweeter in my misery.
I loved you in life, I love you now
Your body is mine and this you cannot dissallow.

I loved you in life
But you didn't love me
Through passion I took you for wife
I just couldn't let you be
For you didn't love me
And so I weild the knife.
I smiled as I through the dirt
I enjoyed it when I flet the hurt.
So I puncture you again each day,
I like it better in this way.

ALTER
Our breaths are one
Our bodies close.
She smiles, I pleasure
In my mind, my rage, her throws
Upon the hearth to have her body
We are friends yet we are foes.
My thoughts in piteous o'erthrows
Contort and seeth
I barely breath
I sit still and suffer my woes.
My jelousy and rage
Should fill another page
It torments my body's health
Yet I won't even admit it to myself.

4
THE POEM OF LIFE
My page lies blank
Opening the book was a feat of marvel
My mind brimes with ideas
Of my love for the two women of greatness
But I just can't put down the flow of twirling emotions
A thought fleets, fades, returns
My pain pours from me
I would have her, hold her
Be her, see her
Take and be took,
Shake and be shook
Conquer and be domiated
entwine my limbs with hers
as the ripe grape vines
To produce fruit better than either
To suckle upon the breasts of hers
I would follow her to the depths of Hell
Or a height so great the world is distant
I would die for her and be martyred
All this I would and she knows not
Cares not, does not
I am a speck carried
By the wind of her breath, or washed
Ashore by the tide of her emotions
I would all this for a contmptuous glance
I am insignificant, she beats my heart
I am already dead, it just
Hasn't spread to my outside yet.

CHERUBIM OF THE ARCHANGEL GABRIEL
Cupid you bastard, tell me how you laughed
I detest you but now cannot live without you
'Tis not love but a vile poison with which you tip your death-shafts
Those with which you have peirced my body through and through
I pain, I suffer, I die day by day
I waste away
I leave nothing behind but my thoughts of times blind
You, me to perish curse and yet you care not
Hell spawn! Death's slave! and a coward of seven types
I here, because of you weep and rot!
How dare you afflict me thou vile villainous villain!
All you ever caused is suffering and pain
Take back your curséd wood and tarnished steel
The dealer of a game will only ever deal
Because he is afraid to play and lose the game
And to you we send all of our blame
The grief and death you joyvally cause
would have you dead by our laws
And so I say away! Away!
To Hell with you and the things you do!

5
THE POEM OF DEATH (born to be dead)
You were doomed to die
From the moment you lie
Spread upon your mother's chest
Suckling milk from her breast.

And so 'tis that with life we give
We doom another life to death
For while his spirit years may live,
Death is his from the moment teth.

THE END OF DAZE
Why did I ever even bother?
You would never be mother
To our ill-fated unborn child,
When my emotions were high-piled
And placed at your graced feet
Even I will admit I am beat
I withdraw myself from your life
Ere I shall cause you no more strife.

THE OTHER SIDE OF DEATH
Death is my livelyhood
Suffering is my joy
Pain is my greatest pleasure
This murdered corpse is my boy

Crib-death is my only birth
Repugnancy is my love
My ramblings are all my poems
This half-eaten crow is my dove

Depression is my extacy.
Execution, diplomacy
Horror, my elating orgasm
Cruel tortures are my renewed mercy

I am alive, though I will it not
The living surround think me a ghost
My flesh yet walks but has no emotion
My spirit has died all is lost but my host.

6
FORFEIT DEBT
I stand upon the alter of the earth
I would plunge myself into the world's hearth
Breathing air that is far too thin for me
I beg for myself never to alive be

as I collapse upon the blooded stone
Life has left me desolute and too alone
I rip open my cloak and bare my chest
I demand to be struck down and layed to rest

"Ye gods if ye be of any substance
To a piteous death of circumstance
Cast me down from thine land to the hardened
Free my spirit and then my body rend

For my body has suffered much disgrace
Your life which in me had found its own place
Of a love tried and shamefully cast off
Hath been torn and rend and caused my blood's froth"

As the mist parts I feel aught but stillness
As light plunges down, mocked deital bless
My contempt I spit into the abyss
Cast away my mal-fortune with a hiss

I surge to my feet my strength anger-fueled
I anger the divine for I was fooled
In a wave of rage I scream at the sky
"a curse upon you I damn you to die

When the shadows fall upon mankind
Where will you be to whome we place our faith blind?
Whose laws we obeyed unto the death pit
Now I see my debt to you was always forfeit"

Tears assault my face unbidden and free
The tears flood my and I cannot see
I evision hurled to my death my self
A warning to me as though 'twere delph-ic

I pike and with finality dive
To the depths of earth n'er more to be live
The sharp rush of air is a knell dooming
Me, and yet I smile at my death looming

The wind rips my hair away from my skull
My hollow eyes survey my last sights; dull
The air turnes me to face the sky
Only to see my true love scream good-bye

7
I waken from my quiet horror-mare
I realise that th die I should not dare
I see my love run frantically to me
Her radiance returnes my eyes to see

As she runs, her tears of joy flow open
My soul is repaired from being broken
I had thought that she loved me not at all
my hopes for my future rise over tall

As her face closens, hard resolution
I see her face blank, searching solution
She runs at me and yet she sees me not
By now I can see here ends her life's lot

My out-streched arms she ignores as she runs
Like my life has been a seiries of puns
Her supple, youthful body as she flies
Seems to glissen in the light 'til she dies

I follow her to the edge and falter
She was sacrificed upon the alter
I look below me and the earth is red
My love lay scattered upon the land dead

I sink to my knees and grib hard my blade
Already I can feel my essence fade
I cut me wide upon mine heaving chest
This last gift I give my love as she rest

Through the gap I plunge my filthy red hand
I was not given which I did demand
I grasp my heart, my fate in my own clutch
I cast it to you for my pain is much

When I collapse again upon the floor
I roll of the edge, dead through where I tore
Above me as the clouds part their white way
The gods smile down on an organised fray.