Rick's Poetry Corner. Focus on Male Feet

[stustustugoo]

THE RISE OF SATANS ARMY.

cutting through the devil's rank, wrist, palms aflame bleeding, i brand and slaughter your land
your failure in hand look foretold the mighty land, the common bland won't see the flaming sword by hand.
a former light now evil and becoming bright within now what once was a sacred land
evil weakens, becomes ignorance by wavy slaughter, movement hiding in expression, weapons!
all forces foster evil you become weak after all you have foreseen us with good measure even if you have no evil act to commit, you have but no good gesture
you feed us mislead paths of righteousness we "thought" we found our treasure

as i sing disgust i find myself ill and blessed, rupture in scripture uplift nevertheless, i am twice blessed.
lost time my soul's lost time my former crimes i am a secret blessed
lost time, lost soul a sword forged in blood nevertheless.
any story has always a crime
any time reflected is always with a painful shine
any time neglected is a blessing left in the past
returning your heart deep down into hell's vast
you are learning do you realize this?
we are all spies of slaughter
deep down nothing more then a marauder living among the devils' ranks
wise angels of slaughter
children of the holy mother and father and our sword of evil is their thanks

 

[stustustugoo]

LOOK AT ME

i've know only pain and heartache
there's no one who can love me back
it seems i'm a bad mistake what i want is what i lack

i hate God because i hurt, because i'm lost and all alone
it feels he treats me like mud and dirt and that his love is cold as stone

if i could only talk to him, say that i am sorry for my sins and that i won't be what i've been so that his love can finally win

i hope you read and here my words as I am as honest as I can be
if you have time you can afford to spend,
GOD, just please take a look at ME

 

[alexonedeath]

"The Rise of Satans Army" is thought-provoking. Your poems really do run the gamut, from playful to deadly serious. "Look at Me" seems to be from the confessional school of poetry, and it's so sad to read. I hope you will compose some happy verses now, to brighten your life.

 

[stustustugoo]

"The Rise of Satans Army" is thought-provoking. Your poems really do run the gamut, from playful to deadly serious. "Look at Me" seems to be from the confessional school of poetry, and it's so sad to read. I hope you will compose some happy verses now, to brighten your life.

thank u alex for the well wishes, yes, LOOK AT ME came from a deep pain in my soul from a very dark time within my life,
very perceptive of u to pick up on this! xxxooo

 

[stustustugoo]

giving it a break..................................

 

[verlup1]

I look forward to the next poems. My recebt favorites are the gory in my story and drive me to madness. I love the ending on that one. Sweet tooth is also great and id love to see it illustrated with photos or art like someone sugggested. That would be hot to see actually with most of these.

 

[stustustugoo]

A JUDGEMENT DAY SURPRISE

i go to heaven on a cloud of glory determined to confess my foot love story
i meet st peter at the golden portal
st peter listens then begins to chortle
"Lord, love a duck!"
we all know you are into feet, who gives a fuck

we saw you suck the feet of total strangers.\, doctors and lawyers, randy forest rangers
but love is love, no matter how expressed
feet made you passionate to do your best
we welcome you! you'll like it here
we're such a motley crew

 

[stustustugoo]

POEM 1:
i'm just a cyberslut.
what can i say?
computer cyber sex made me this way.
his cyber toes leap from the screen and place their barefoot stimulation in my face.
sniffing a sock, i yield to cyber feet and touch my cock


POEM 2:
jiggle my dick, you hunky, funky dude.
i lay me down, semi-erect and nude.
wiggle your toes, invent a barefoot story, jiggle your toes and rub my dock to glory.
angels will hum approving benedictions as they cum


POEM 3:
his two bare feet are peeking through the covers.
ten toes become my instant barefoot lovers.
we meet at midnight, for a secret tryst
those toes have longing to be loved and kissed.
they start to wiggle and orders me to jiggle.

 

[alexonedeath]

HAHA..."A Judgement Day Surprise" is adorable, with wonderful rhymes.

Your "Poem 1, - 2 and - 3" are so dirty! :O That's just how a good foot poem should be too. I notice heaven made another appearance, this time in the person of angels rather than old St. Dick (aka Peter). Now you have both God and the Devil on your side.

 

[serrth]

thank u alex for the well wishes, yes, LOOK AT ME came from a deep pain in my soul from a very dark time within my life,
very perceptive of u to pick up on this! xxxooo

I picked up on it too. Today is the first day of Spring. Think happy thoughts about beautiful feet

 

[stustustugoo]

I picked up on it too. Today is the first day of Spring. Think happy thoughts about beautiful feetView attachment 116804

thank you serrth
good advice you gave me
i wish you all the happiness that spring bring as well
i care deeply for all of you men
even though none of us have met physically
we are all brothers on this website
and it is so nice that we all look out for one another

ricky


here's something a little more terrifying:

WITH STEALTH AND RAGE

with proclamation
i play my part
my prowl comes
in rage and stealth
eyes engaged
containing caution and harm.

look into these eyes
with vibrating fangs
i'll be there
as you come into my world
welcome to my jungle
my breath upon the hour.

in your fear
my chase begins
no turning back
turn left
turn right
turn and hide
your flicker of life is certainly mine
and from your soul
and from your eyes
such trembling cries.

as i approach and expose my claws
to rule with muscle and tiger power and paws
i'll pierce your screams so readily
to rip and shred
as you expire
your beating heart will still be beating
i'll take you into my mouth
and devour.

 

[stustustugoo]

AH... SPRING

thank you spring for the wonderful bouquet you present to me
thank you spring for your fragrance that fills the air and makes me smile
thank you spring for allowing me to touch your silkiness and to feel your beauty
thank you spring for blessing me with your array of colors
thank you spring for being there on my birthday and to count the years
thank you spring for being there on mother's day to thank mom for being mom
thank you spring for being there on my wedding day to celebrate my relationship
thank you spring to celebrate in a child's birth
thank you spring for being there for so many special occasions
thank you spring for being there when there wasn't a good reason
thank you spring i know you will brighten any room even when it is a sad moment for those around you
thank you spring for making me feel better knowing that you will be here once again

dedicated to: Serrth

 

[stustustugoo]

and here's something a bit much darker for you guys

THROUGH THE EYES OF A MANIAC

his world is black, dark, dismal, depressed.
he sees through the eyes of a maniac. not a killer, but a twisted mess.
he is damaged. torn apart at the very core of his soul. he is me and i am him

he desperate wants to end this charade. this bleak excuse for a life. that light at the end of the tunnel seems to beckon him to come. but there is one single thing that keeps him clinging to this existence. that keeps him from becoming a part of that light.

but in an instant everything begins to fade, he can feel his life being ripped from him and ripped from his arms. he desperately clings to his heart but it is torn away from him, along with all the great feelings that he thought could last forever.

back in this maniac's mind, he sees the light, he must fight to keep himself from it. from becoming one with the end of his existence. for he knows that nothing will come and save him from this, if only for a second. so he shrinks into the darkness and stares through the eyes of a maniac waiting for his heart to return.

 

[alexonedeath]

You've posted a little something for every taste today, Rick. I won't be able to fully appreciate "AH...SPRING" just yet, as there is a blizzard raging outside, but it is a lovely poem to look forward to.

 

[stustustugoo]

sorry about all your snow alex!

 

[stustustugoo]

hey alex,

since you cannot yet appreciate the beauty of spring, here's one especially for you

WINTER'S WRATH

winter's sleep so close to death
piercing with his artic breath.

brittle, naked, limbs stretch high into the icy pewter sky.

bitter chill and stinging wind, quiet earth grow grey and grim.

polar pillows full of snow hover over valleys below.

vales of frozen crystal falls, cascade over mountain walls

squalls and drifts of sparkling white, glistening brilliance in the night

winter, with his wicked wrath leaves blinding beauty in his path

 

[stustustugoo]

another one for you my friend Alex
for the little boy deep inside of you

WINTER IS HERE

the snow slowly falling off the trees
the feel of the cold sharp breeze.
the feel of the soft powdery snow, the sun going down with a bright glow.
the crunch of the snow as we sled down the hill
the snow dust in your face creates a chill.
the strong scent of apple pie
let's you know it's time to say goodbye.
the walk to the house is long and cold
as the sunsets slowly begins to fold.
the feel of the heat is warm and cozy
the taste of the pie makes you feel very rosy.
the sun is down, it's time for bed
as the memories of the first snow day dance in your head.

 

[alexonedeath]

Yep, those two poems are perfect for today, and their style is reminiscent of Tolkien. You did a good job, Rick!

 

[stustustugoo]

SUICIDE AND CYANIDE

i take my pills, and i am happy all the time
i drink my drink and i am wasted worth my while
my heart's a toy he wants to play the game
but which one of us is to blame?

i drink my cyanide
contemplating suicide
maybe death is the only place i'm meant to reside
scrutinized until i am crucified
don't worry about me though, i'm fine

i take my pills, i'm ready to die
i drank my cyanide, i'm dead none to soon
my heart was a toy and you played the game
you won, but i'm still to blame

 

[stustustugoo]

ONE LAST BIRTHDAY

looking back into the past memories shattered like broken glass
so ironic yet so tragic
so ironic yet so static

i can't break past this point in time so i drown in the past running out of time
it was fun while it lasted but now all i see is the end
turn away
innocence shines too bright, your own happiness will slit your wrists this night
i will be crucified, i will be eaten alive
you turn all my memories black
you turn all my memories to glass
nostalgia like a nose
my suicide needs no excuse
happiness tainted by all the pain
it's my birthday, but all i see is rain
childhood memories all in vain
the cold embrace of death i can't abstain
this bittersweet life will end
whether i like it or not
so far i tried to bend
i can't go on but i am not scared
i can see the end i'm almost there