Tales of the Mandarin Liar (fiction poems)

SpittinCobra

Thanx 4 the feed back. I have fun...and ya can't always B serious...

Between the Lines

There's an aria of innuendo
from the centaur's mouth.
Compound word so spurious
noone can figger them out.
Still all these actions demonstrate
is everything means nothing;
Still I'm the king of common sense
to the null consensus.

And though I brim with passions,
I cannot respond.
For if I act out how I feel,
I'd want to nuke the world.
So if I play out on the edge
still one thing does redeem.
For every action I commit
I measure with restraint.

And though we live in tainted times,
the lamb's blood hides the stains.

And through the veils of fantasy,
the truth remains the same.

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True Light

The Buddha lied
when he didn't say
the one true God
is the way.
If enlightenment
is to last
all thought forms
must then pass.

Then you finally
see the light.
Shining
but not burning
bright.
That brings
eternal day
from
darkest night.

The Impresarrio

I'd like to be the impresarrio.
I'd like to be
the master of the show.
I'd like to be
the onlyone
who knows...
I'd like to scream
and shout and fume,
and tell you where to go.

I'd like to be the impresarrio.
I'd like to
take you to the casting couch,
and you and I would be
the only ones who know...

I'd like to be the impressario.

Willful Means

Willful means have been put in motion.
So, now I must make a choice.
And if I don't like this movement,
then I give my displeasure voice.

Skillful means embrace an artform.
A searing ,seeking for the source.
As with flesh I approach a nexus,
that gives my total spirit force.

And, worldly means are yet anethema
to all that I believe...
As this world will seek destruction,
embrace bold lies,just to decieve.

Still wanton acts just leave me speachless.
But I guess I should not be shocked.
It seems Pandora's box is truly open...
and they threw a way the lock.

So these worldly acts compose a drama,
but I decline to call it a play.
For wrongful acts must still embellish evil...
Tho' we loath to call it that today.

Napoleon Brandy

Napoleon brandy is not my style
although I like the real short shots.
I'll take mine straight now,
without the rocks,
and I've not forgot
all I've been taught.

Stadium candy is not the same
when the team that you're rooting for
looses the game...
Just give me three points
to stake my claim,
for "I thought" and forethought
are exactly the same.

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Kingston Chi' Regge (1)

Fat,fat monkey cries
i yii ,yii...
And I often wonder
why dey don't die...

Fat,fat monkey talks
and lie, lie, lies..
I yo, I yo,
mi, mi, mi !!

(Dedicated to the Nephilim remmanant)



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Lookin" 4 Lucifer
(Don't go looking for the Devil, or you might just find him)

The Devil dwells in darkness
and veils the light in shade.
And everything that God made
he wants to rearrange.

Mr. Scrath wispers softly
and many mouth his words;
Talking utter nonsense
or only what they heard.

He delights in your dark passions,
so destruction's all the rage.
He wrote the book on wickedness,
and he knows every page.

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Send him Back!

Well, does evil have a reason,
or is it hate by another name?
Do witches have a season
where devils and demons reign?

"Send him back! Send him back!
Send him back to the spiritual plane ,Lord!
Send him back to the spiritual plane!
Send him back to the spiritual plane, Lord!
Return him to the Flames!
Return him to the flames!
Return him to the flames!"

Well, is darkness just a sickness,
and is light a hope and a cure?
Can you tell the difference
between the corrupt and the pure?

Daddy Lasts Longtime...

Loving abuse,
what's the use?
Can't get enough
of you.

Ultimate sex kitten,
yet you keep it
so well hidden,,,
like a mitten
around
my iron glove.

Unearthly passions
outlive every fashion;
enhancing my true view
of life...

Kingston Chi'Regge II (c/w medley)

Dey so lazy,
Dey maybe crazy.
But maybe dey
will go away...
I know what will be,
just like Dey tried to kill me,
but I am standing
here today...
So, just give me money
or be my honey.
and just pass me
another "J"...

She said
"You must be the one,
and I've seen what
you have done.
Boy you are a hero
in the street!."

But I am kinda tired
from standin' on my feet.
And I've grown jaded
to the route...

So I must take
some time out,
to see if I can
find out,
those shadows
that hide behind
the shades...

Well, you thought
you had it made;
'Golden to the grave'.
But all the slaves
of passion
must go blind...

So now, I'm still trying
to hide out,
while painful headlines
fade out...
But fade out
while laying in the sun.

(Dedicated to S.T., "The Last Hero")

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I Love MY Car

Well, it's off into the streets,
'cause I'm tired of all d'feet.
So I take one final blast
then I step onto the gas.
And babe, you'd better
let me pass,
or it's gonna be your ass!
because---
I love my car...
I love my car...
I love my car!

So, if you want the girls to deal,
boy, you'd better have some wheels.
But, a Maseratti XYZ
just ain't good enough for me.
And honey,
if you want to drive,
well, I might just take a bribe.
But girl,
when I get you home,
you're gonna polish chrome!
Because---
I love my car...
I love my car...
I love my car!

So, now I shift to overdrive
just to prove that I'm alive.
And then I see you smile,
'cause you're on that evil vibe!
So you can't root for me,
because I'm of another tribe.
So,
I just coax my ride,
because I treat her like a bride...
Because---
I love my car...
I love my car...
I love my car!

Well, I'm searching for the open road,
because the world just moves too slow...
So if you want to come along, girl
you'd better let me know...
'Cause you've got me
all revved up,
and now I've got no place to go...
So just leave me alone,
and don't mess with me no more...
Because---
I love my car...
I love my car...
I love my car!

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The Lord Loves Me...

I sometimes do wrong,
yet, I believe in right.
I honor the day,
but I enjoy the night.
I look for the good girls,
yet I "bang" the bad.
I worship the truth,
and lies make me mad.

I live all alone
as if my heart's made of stone.
I travel the world
'cause I'm looking for home.
There is passion in my speech,
and I often teach...

So, to speak for the Lord
is not a far reach.

Sweet Belinda (smokin' diva)

You walk into the room
reeking of perfume,
then you scream
if I look too hard.

You act just like a cat.
You come hither
then you scat...
You're running
but you always look back.

Well, sweet Belinda
got bit by a bat,
and they say
that her towers are empty.
She's runnin' fever fast,
but all that will pass...
'Cause I've got the remedy
for that.

Well, sweet Belinda,
she looks good in a hat;
especially of the Pillbury brand.
Slow rising like the yeast...
I'm gonna have a feast...
Then sip and savor her wine.

You walk into the room
reeking of perfume,
but you scream if I look too hard.

But I alway thought you knew,
it was just me and you...

So baby don't take it so hard.


(Dedicated to Elva...Thanks for all the help)

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Odd Man Out...

Time's jus' a wasting,
so luscious the days.
When I'm not in a fog
it seems like a daze...

Odd, odd, oh so odd,
man out.

I'll find all the answers
through all of the lies.
I'm out to survive,
and I shall grow wise...
Well, they all give me trouble,
but there's always a way...

Odd, odd, oh so odd,
man out.

The answer is moot.
The witness is mute.
The telegraph has been rigged,
so we'll have to reroute...
And may what you read
always compute...

Odd, odd, oh so odd,
man out...

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Doghouse...Really (or The Long Hello)

I play freely,
but I really believe
in a higher power
that you may not perceive.

I play in ernest,
and it's the darndest thing;
If I really want it,
I can wing it and win.

I play on a whim,
and I'm swimming around in sin.
But I never sink,
riding on waves of zen.

Vampire Harlots of Cathay

Crimsom passions in the night,
and if you dare, you have the right.
So move beyond your own dread fright,
and ultimate pleasures,find you might...

Vampire harlots of Cathay.

Flawless skin, and switchblade grins.
With pounding heart I begin.
Thrusting and trusting,
twisting and turning...
Life and unlife together yearning...

Vampire harlots of Cathay.

Is this a trick; a nip at my neck?
Can we keep our lust in check?
Gambling,rambling
for the heights or depths...
And it's the tension
that draws me back...

Vampire harlots of Cathay...


( I like this poem very much...
there's nothing like true inspiration!)


[edit on 12-12-2005 by cosmokatt7]

Good Girl (or Thinking wit' the Head)

She's so sexy,
with her stinky poo style.
But I shy away from
her mild case of (oral) herpes.

She's ticklish and
likes to tussle.
But you may rustle up
much more than you'd wish.

If you take her,
you'll live to regret
...And I bet (ha,ha...)
that you'll never forget...
The biggest mistake
that you ever could make...

Latex can't abate;
And I bet you will hate,
yourself forever...and ever.


(Yes, the ol' "badger" game is goin' strong...)

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The Butterfly Effect

...In the presence of beauty
who could resist?
I aimed for the stars,
but I'm only number four on the list.

She's like Madame Butterfly,
but she's hedging her bets.
Yeh, loves all that chasin',
but I'm not in her net.
She's hiding some secrets
that I haven't found yet...

Don't look in her eyes,
or she might haveta lie...
But beauty's the reason
I still haveta try.

"No" to the Gnosis

Pure of heart,
yet wicked intent...
This is how my time is spent.

Yes, I know more than you.
"cause I search for the true...
So when darkness unfolds ,
I'll know what to do.

So, play all you want.
to the lowest denominator...
You see, in the end,
I'm a true instigator.

Tho' I see all this darkness,
I shall not embrace it...
And, although you're confused,
you'll still have to face it.