The second Time is Just as Fine...

-Dead Drop-

Tick...
Tock...
Tick...
Tock...
Click!!!
BOOM went the ticker.
Dead dropped the man .
His heart attacked.
He lost the war.
No quarter given.
No mercy shown.
No glory to the winner.
No honor to the slain.
He dug his own grave...
With that fork and knife in his hand.

Click...
Click...
Click...
Spark!!!
BOOM went that ticker.
Suck that smoke down.
Lungs revolted.
Addiction came calling.
He was too weak to put it down...

    So that was written with myself in mind. I guess you can say that was a little personal, but you Dear Reader don't know me that well do you? So I am gonna take the time to introduce myself to you. Hi ! My name is Jais the Wolf and I write poetry...You knew that already ? Well I also work at the Salt Mines. Its a fast food joint with Arches and Clowns if ya know what I mean. I am 32 but an kinda young at heart. My heart on the other hand is old..and enlarged lol. I wanna say I am your stereotypical slacker but eh..slacker is so mainstream!

Well figured I will give you another poem to chew on..Feel free to critique at will I would love to start a conversation bout it...


-Circles in Cycles in Poetry in Devotion-


Master of the House...
Slave to all he surveys...
Sold his own black soul...
To live out his days.

Poetry in Devotion..
Lost forever in prayer.
It is a never ending game
And life hardly plays fair.

Cycles in circles..
The maze of the lost.
It is now or never.
Mother fuck the cost.

The excuses he made...
Were always paper thin.
He lost the nerve,
But what was the sin?

Cyclic motion...
Treading water till he is dead.
Mazes in mazes...
Drowning in red ink over his head.

Running down tumbled down alleys
In this forgotten city of hate.
He ran head long...
Into Hell's fiery gate.

Forever is a very long time...
To say today is the day.
Time to end this sadistic rat race...
Time to say no fucking way.