Code ov Dead Souls...

I--All our threads reach the end in one way or another...As a Dead Soul, you have fully accepted all such that comes with it, including death. Your Soul is dead and it will show thru the actions you take. Do not fear it, because if it were something to fear, death would be optional. All members ov all diverse Cliques, Crews, and Mafias are Dead Souls in the eyes ov death. So calling us a specific gang is incorrect, for we are all Dead Souls when we decide to live this way ov life, but some just do not want to accept it.

1-All Dead Souls must know: a)They're going to jail. b)They're going to die.

II--All Leaders ov Souls must abide by this:

2-Soul Leaders: You are responsible for legal/financial payment commitments to crew members; your word must be your bond.

3-Soul Leaders and high-ranks should select a diplomat, and should work ways to settle disputes. In unity, there is strength!

4-Military disputes concerning business areas within the community must be handled professionally and not in public.

III--All Dead Souls must abide by this:

5-Protect yourself at all times.

6-Civilians are not a target and should be spared.

7-Any Harm to children will not be forgiven.

8-Our old folks must not be abused.

9-Senseless brutality and rape must stop.

10-Attacking someone's home where their family is known to reside, must be altered or checked. Only get the target, and not the ones around him.

11-Car jacking in our Hood is against the Code.

12-Dealing to children is against the Code.

13-Having children dealing is against the Code.

14-No dealing in schools or other areas where children are known to reside.

15-No dealing to pregnant women. That's baby killing; that is genocide!

16-Respect all Men and Women; our Sisters, Brothers, Komrades, among all that still live as well as other Dead Souls, regardless ov Race or Ethnicity, Creed or Religion, Sex, Sexuality, Sexual origins and Gender identities.

17-Women must be respected if they respect themselves.

18-The Civil Soldiers do not run anything; we do. Control the Hood, and make it safe for all who live there.

19-Know your target, who is the real enemy.

20-Concerts and parties are neutral territories; no shooting or violence ov any kind.

21-Know the Code; it is for everyone, Living and Dead Souls alike.

IV--To all snitches/rats:

22-One crew's rat is every crew's rat. Rats are now like a disease; sooner or later we all get it; and they should too.

23-Ratting/Snitching has become accepted by some. We're not having it.

24-Snitches is outta here.

V--Death is what you live by, Death is what we all face, so when all our threads cut off, we are cleansed ov all that we've done. We execute evildoers in hatred and anger and animosity, but it is in Death that they are forgiven. It is in Death that all sins are atoned for.

For those who go against the code:

25-Rats/Snitches: Your threads will be cut.

26-If any are found acting against innocents; Civilian, Women, Children, or the Elderly, your threads will be cut.

27-All forms ov Senseless Brutality and Rape are punishable by death, your threads will be cut.

VI--For Dead Souls who want to leave:

28-When you leave on honourable discharge; you must live on as if we never existed. Any release ov information that can reveal us will lead to cut threads.

29-A dishonourable discharge will lead to a cut thread, depending on the severity of your actions before. If not a cut thread, forget we ever existed and tell no one about it.

VII--These above are the amendments ov the Code we all must abide by, not just in the life ov crime, but in life.

One Last Dance/ One Last Chance...

We saw each other after months ov not seeing each other
So I danced with you tonight because there won't be another
We danced together/ like we still loved each other
Close again like it was when we were together
False hopes in my arms as we danced and raved/ the night away/ but its changed
False hopes that pulled my hands together to hold you tighter as our bodies danced to the rave beat/ I'm such a deadbeat/ I thought I felt your heart beat again like it used to
Holding hands like we did before
Your father, Hell, My father, no one mattered anymore
Danced and raved like we were together again
Didn't want this night/ our lives to end
Arms around you, your hands on mine again
So close/ False hopes thinking there was a chance
To kiss romantically/ passionately and re-alope at the dance
Left me at the rave, and I left with you on my heart
Former love that got over me, and I still didn't get over her/ Again My feelings for you stir
You left a new memory there/ without a care
You went home remembering that I danced with you finally
I went to my hotel with a new knife in the heart/ Its torn me apart/ inside ov me
Now I try to let the vodka numb the pain/ Let the drink take over me
I shouldn't feel, shouldn't have felt/ I should've been real
All the bullshit, all the drama, we can't be saved/ by that one rave
In the end its over/ and it will stay over
Even as much as I'd love to see/ and be with you when we're older
I spoke to you the next day and we spoke over how to get over this
I had to get all the shit off my chest
You've clearly gotten over me/ I'm not over you yet
I tried to be angry, I'm a man, I can't shed a tear/ or show fear
But then you asked me what was wrong and looked at me with your big beautiful innocent eyes
I couldn't take it, and on your shoulder and in your arms I cried/ in a window in front ov Best Buy
Tears that the rest think are hollow and belong to crocodiles
We finalized it/ Its finally completely over
There is no future for me with you, not even when older/ my world just got colder
Made the best ov the last day for us to talk and spend time
Now I sit home look at the glowing bracelet you gave/ me at the rave/ and I cry
Longing for you, but I must move on still
Even though mere living is against my will
I still love you/after 20-some odd whores, bitches and psychos, you were my first true love
Now I wander aimlessly without you and wonder what else can possibly fall on me from above

For Chelsea.

Feel for me, want me, love me, abuse me, [consensually]
Hunger and thirst me like I do you/like the drunk who thirsts for liquor/except you hit quicker/I’m now your puss-oholic/clitoricaphiliacal/ my thoughts of you are maniacal
Now you're my addiction/like liquor and Good weed
Hooked on you like you’ve become my dope-fiend’s need
If you were into that kind of sh*t, I’d want to taste your [blood]
Sexually, I’m yours, I’ll do anything you want, romantically, and I’ll be everything you need
Psychotically, neurotically, you'll be everything I breathe
I’ll be yours/be mine, be with me
Let me lick you/and hit you [consensually]
Bite me [consensually]
And I’ll bite you [consensually]
I wonder sometimes how you taste [vampirically]
That and lick you [in the right places] to taste the nectar of your ejaculate
Don’t think with me, let your urges take over/ let the thoughts evacuate
Let me take you/Let me seduce you
Seduce me/reduce me to everything I am inside of me/primally/
Finally, someone to find both light and dark aspects wrapped in one
When I‘m with you, we have always had deviant fun
I’m in love with you/and in lust
Meet you I must, [in time]
Entice you; I have, [in rhyme]
F*ck you, I will, [in time]

Villainous Victory

For the one it's for, you know what I'm talking about...

It requires my action
My equal opposite reaction
He thinks he can win this/But he can’t
I’m not really in this/But I want to be
Can’t you see? /I know you see I really wanna be in this
I can’t let him win this
I would rather drink p*ss
I can’t let him think this
He can’t just win by monetary default (Like He Has Been)
He should reap what he sows from his faults (Like he Should’ve Been)
If I go I’ll push my urges for action aside (For You)
But my thoughts of wrathful vengeance still reside (In Me)
I know you feel torn between the two that you love
But the truth is what matters, among all the above
Just testify the truth/ that you know in your heart as the truth
Don’t fear him for being there to witness you tell the truth
Both told you to never be truthless
So just testify/ tell truth for what the truth is
He’s festered as the villain long enough; he’s become so ruthless
I can’t take this/I won’t fake this feeling
I can’t stop thinking/I can’t stop reeling
That thought that he’ll win again
Like the bullsh*t will never end
I’m sorry to say this
But I can’t help but think this and feel this
He’s being vindictive, overprotective, overpowering
I bet if he were against someone worse he’d be cowering
That’s all he is/ a f*cking coward
I want him to see what its like to be overpowered
I want to be there when he falls from his self-made grace
I want to see him in humiliation when the truth hits him in his face
That if nothing else/ will be justice served in itself
I hope he gets his in the end
He’s been so heartless
But remember I’m here for you to depend/I’ll always defend
And Though I may not be there, I’m always with you regardless

Feeling Of Content

When I come home from you, my love
To realize your scent still upon on my flesh
And your taste lingers on my lips

Then I wonder
Do you realize your spirit of beauty and love consume me?
Like silk on skin
Is my essence upon you as well?
Do you feel the same way?

I am so stricken
I hope you love me too

The Collection On The Floor

This poem was by a friend of mine who goes by the alias "XDarkAngelX". I love this free verse. I first read it, it touched me DEEPLY. Like he was in my mind, body, and soul. Which is why this verse is like my theme, the story of my life...


A hollow Stomach growls
I'm hungry for your touch

Words whispered in my ears still echo in my head

Alone in the dark, blinds pulled shut
I lounge in your outline on the couch

The room smells of sex and our duplicitous lives

Earrings, barrettes, a pair of white ankle socks and a crimson scarf are all that's left of you

A week's collection on the floor

Your scent lingers on this couch
Your glass of wine neglected on the end table

I hate to pour it out
I know you'll finish it one day

My Song Attempt, Well, The Lyrics At least

Here's a song I wrote. I wish I could have you all listen to it somehow, but all I'm able to give you here are my lyrics...Well, enjoy.

My Obsession
In Possession
I Regret you
But don't forget you
Inside my mind
You will reside
Now i decide
To end my life

You have caged me with your hate
You have led me to this fate
I'm a pawn in your sick games
Look thru my dead eyes
All this sh*t breaks me away
Watch me as i start to fade
I know you're the one to blame
For my demise

Look inside me
Nothing to see
Look inside me
Nothing there but
Memories shelved away
In my mind's drawers
Regrets everyday
Of my life's whores

I don't want you
But I still love you
You're not near me
But i still hear you

kill her

after sneaking out of a grounding for a girl i broke up with recently, i started to drink. and when i drank i focused on my animosties toward her...here's what came out

i thought you actually cared, i guess i was wrong
i never suspected/ so i rejected the thought that you were pulling me along
so i retracted and should've kept the knife drawn
you fooled me whore, i didn't know i was your fucking pawn
okay you got me back twice in your fucking exchange
made my life rearranged/ led me deranged
i ain't your pawn, this ain't a fucking game
driving me more insane/ locked in hallucinated chains
the first bitch i didn't use to get laid
but you're a whore anyway/ i ain't giving you pay
i left and came back for more
the fuck did i come back for?
what is this shit all about
but all i know now is without a doubt

you're a cunt/ fat, bleeding, fucking cunt
i hope your pussy burns and falls off like the ashes of my blunt
fucking whore/ pussy wore

your blood i've drawn drips
it falls on my lips/ as i take sips
i wanna kill you, but my blades are dull and i'm outta clips
after i broke from you, you called me ugly
you said you didn't want me
i must not have been too bad, why'd you wanna fuck me?
you whined to me
i showed symapthy
when you said to me/ "my last boyfriend used to beat me"
well no wonder you were abused
if i was him, i'd hit you too
especially if i was being used
i'm sick of all your bullshit
i'd tell you to fuck off and die, but you're never gonna do it
i'm tired, worn and torn, much like your clit
your problems you brought on yourself
it ain't my fault, don't make your life my hell
don't take it out on me
i'm not showing you anymore pity
i was blinded but now i see

you're a cunt/ fat, bleeding, fucking cunt
i hope your pussy burns and falls off like the ashes of my blunt
fucking whore/ pussy wore/ my patience tore
and i don't miss her
but all i keep thinking is how i'm about to pull her sister

another asian fetish rhyme

i fuck my asian bitches
so hard they need stitches
i fuck them so hard/the car looks like it's on hydraulics
i consume more asian pussies than liquor drunken by alcoholics
my first asian girl hurled me/ in a world/ of wanting every little chinagirl
drinking all the rice and plum wines
i treat my asian bitches like cocaine i put them in lines
they're all good to me
i'm just greedy/for more asian pussy
like the final fallen
i leave my asian bitches bawling
i love my asians crawling
they answer to my calling
pussy sushi and the art of kunt fu
please little chinagirl, let me fuck you
don't fake it/ while i take it
you know you like it when i act like i rape it
and before people protest and say that i'm degrading
i have more asians than you so stop hating
asian girls i never hate
what baby, you're thai, i'll show you tsunami aid
it's clear i like asian women even in my rhyme
and the five words i love to hear from an asian is "me love you long time"