Kacey is in love with a car stealer, 

accepts sex and love as her healer, 

yearning for him to be the husband sealer, 

eternally together, she cries out for it to prevail realer, 

her cousin marched like a squealer, 

told, he does not love back, the male is an obsess pussy feeler. 

*

Never heard a woman’s sentence class, 

he concentrate solely on breasts, legs, and ass, 

he just wanted to mow pretty females’ grass,

deceit in order to overcrowd his sex glass, 

Kacey’s brain never pass, 

images of exquisitely beautiful dates and his harass. 

*

Kacey wanted him to gain, 

the same heated love vain, 

but he loves the humping lane, 

Kacey genuinely drain, 

herself on his erect cane, 

he only heed to her pussy’s rain,

caring about him is her bane. 

*

His untruth love, peck Kacey on the lip, 

Mental anguish still shoots her clip, 

verbally abusive relationship he unzip, 

her curse is loving his charming skip,  

inoperative her sanity grip,

but Kacey got impatient of watching delays’ blip, 

a need to end his promiscuous trip. 

*

Inflict great harm on herself, 

used a screwdriver to engrave on herself, 

craze fists, manic slaps, on herself, 

Mentally and physically, impair herself, 

attain her goal to bruise herself, 

worst than RiRi, when Breezy uncovered his assault shelf. 

*

Kacey ‘s transmit, gathered false words, 

the falseness stirs, 

her snitching clears car theft, gone the perfect blurs, 

demands his disappearance to occurs,

Kacey’s statement, bust on the police’s desks, hands, sirs, 

so they could knit jail-time to the one her heart prefers. 

So Kacey could forget the deranged love. 

So Kacey could have no threat of stronger madness being above. 

_Ley Samdez_

On September 30, 2011, in Zuccotti Park, I heard lyrics that bleached my perspective. Disremembering the lyrics will be impossible; my eardrums caged it. The lyrics was jammed into brain, it plays every hushed night. Acoustic guitar sounded like a homeless person shedding tears. The guy resembled Friedrich Engels, clothed in all black tuxedo with white smeared sneakers. His guitar was symbolizing vintage, and the voice was a duplicate to person begging for food. Standing with confidence under the red Joie de Vivre, he allowed these abstract lyrics to leave.

A Diabolical came holding his dick

got a wife and even a black chick

has a banker with an avarice belly

Diabolical hollers to gates when a situation gets smelly

Diabolical got a supporter of a terrorist organization, to curtain his lies

Jogged with a dude that crook people’s prize

Scowled, when he saw a lady leave his house to help poor countries

Hired roughneck friend to suppose his harmful behavior’s keys

Diabolical told a gentle lady to oversee union’s funds

Diabolical promised good housing with no refunds

Talks on private mic about the economy decaying 

In Education, he will teach you spellings when you start paying

Disliked a normal man’s testimony

Knows the people’s home security is phony

Liked the energy his secretary gave to nation’s nuclear weapon

Veterans with billion brings him masturbation

Undercover dictation

Diabolical’s bass guitar remind him about having no compassion

Laughed with his administrator at the environment’s negative fashion

Heard a Lutheran pray about the deficit

Sniffing cocaine off his Director’s political campaigns ads

Licked a gold man because of his position in world’s money

A threat to life

Constantly compared to Hitler’s knife

Did not hesitate to give execution to big and little criminals

Gave an innocent inmate the death penalty solution

Gave middle-class poverty’s pollution

Diabolical strolled to a market to pick out a mortgage crisis

Diabolical soared up the prices

of the drink your car pisses out

He never wanted to fix financial drought

Diabolical permitted twin to fall and die

Diabolical permitted defense-base’s spirit to go towards sky

Politicians sought for an investigate to appear

Diabolical just laughed and cheer

Diabolical is untouchable each year

My opinion “His military records got eliminated.”

Destroyed a country because he hallucinated mass weapon

No care for his fighters dying in ton

Diabolical in love with kidnapping and torturing

Gave false prose

to public news shows

Diabolical made doctors affordable for the rich

Diabolical was a drug dealer, selling meditation’s itch

Diabolical endangered the health of first disaster responders

Diabolical fantasized about the destruction of Medicare

Watched Katrina drown in his pool

Diabolical heard half of the world calling him “Cruel!”

Diabolical wiretapped surveillance while saying “Fuck the world.”

A winner in the election of cheater

Got controversy over sign statements that became eater

Diabolical sucked oil out of a western desert

looked up corruption’s skirt

Fear he push

Deceive he push

Evil he push

Diabolical named George W. Bush!

Diabolical named George W. Bush!

_Ley Samdez_

i am out here a thouSand miles from untroubled, 

pleading for a murderer not To swing its illness blade. 

i am seeing its living, frustrate families and energize death.

bathe in the poisonous lake of cannibalism,

the murderer feasted on livers, lungs, skins, spinals, balls, and brains. 

*

yo, yO, i witnessed one of its slaughters at an alcohol and tobacco lounge. 

Put an infection of machete inside mouth,

to slice five-inch-long muscular tube,

to quiet the vibration that brings rhythms to words, 

and to screw out the lids on windpipe.

*

hey, hello, I can disCern its sexually deviant behaviors,

i heard its racket of brutAl bisexual rapes,

habitually licking females’ breasts with its lumpy tongue,

the murderer’s horniness always decay women’s health,

habitually anal sex males to feel part of a prostate region,

the murderer fucks wrinkle men in their deathbed.  

*

hi, hi, compared to a Nuclear weapon because of people it killed.

emotionally Crippled most of the communities,

threw tragic stones and broke many homes. 

the leading cause of obliteration, 

survivors are grateful for every healthy day they collect. 

chemoradiation may badly bruise murderer, 

but is also hurtful for body and mind,

i occasionally panic when my thoughts frame it with monstrous plague. 

*

so long, farewell, evaporatE its horrendous liquid, 

dynamite the path it runs thRough, 

rip up its costume that was styled by execution,

cross out its torturous chemical that was launched,

overthrow its government,

overthrow its ruler, 

manipulate it to commit suicide

change to untrue, 

change to nonexistence,  

thieve its savage strength,

conclude its vicious personality, 

i wanna say last goodbye, 

i wanna holler forever imprisonment. 

_Ley Samdez_

Where I’m from? A shabby city?

Females love to seduce riches, nagging for a love story,

rapist ripping their faultless mini-skirts in bars and nightclubs.

Males love the scent of wet pussy, shielding their fragile pride,

fatherhood slitting their satisfaction in shape of responsibility.

Gays’ minds are in marriage,

while recollecting the jabs of religion’s homophobia.

Medication junky, publishing side effects.

Medication junky, mugging pharmacies for their expensive fix.

*

Where I’m from? A shabby city?

Statue of homeless is having a pain that has no relatives,

holding the torch every person is afraid to achieve.

Teens and children traumatize by poverty’s presentation,

anxiety waiting inside their adult harsh circle.

Housing project blaring its blues guitar,

singing Purple Haze on its laziness,

swiping EBT card to eat violence.

Psychotic hypocrites vandalized the Statue of Liberty,

young adult seek for rebellious shelter to change bitter seasons.

*

Where I’m from? A shabby city?

The educated are trying to homicide debts,

unemployment’s quotes are updated on their social network.

Elderly missing their youth and retirement,

known to be slaves believing they were free.

*

Where I’m from? A shabby city?

Pain converted into love,

love converted into pain,

life was ugly like falling in love,

life was beautiful like falling in pain,

love’s hearts has strength,

pain’s hearts has courage.

*

Where I’m from? A shabby city?

Politician’s asshole,

shits confusion and farts illusion.

Urban area worn Nike-SB with suede damaged by society,

worn black skinny jeans ripped by nervous breakdowns,

worn an US army jacket stitched with schizophrenia’s art,

worn studio headphones screaming hardcore blames,

urban area contains a lottery addiction.

*

Where I am from? A shabby city?

Gangs could form an ocean with parents’ tears,

also a wonderful sky with their luminous colors.

Officers taught a neighborhood watch its worst habit,

how to force families to carry dead flowers.

*

Where I am from? A shabby city?

A very gray man once said,

that everybody points finger,

but nobody draws a map to get themselves free.

It did not take too long to ask,

“Why am I so frozen?”

“Why the energy of action has not enter me?”

*

Where I am from? A shabby city?

I junked my dreams to be an accomplish servant,

pretend joy,

when boss pop jokes,

pretend to love,

the sports and the celebrities,

swallowing coffee to be a well machine.

Now, pull my driver hat down above my eyes,

quietly said my farewell, and elected a runaway’s wheels. 

-Ley Samdez-

High with love 

Drunk with hatred 

Tipsy with peace 

Sober with chaos

_Ley Samdez_

Your moans are my only wanted noise

A sound that inflames me with liveliness to erect a love habitation

A sound that rockets me to an universe of gratification

It is a snare for entrapping my excitements

I, to be eternally entangle with your moans 

*

Your moans are melting my soul

Its heat is stimulating my indecency 

Its light is naughtying my feelings 

Its spark is arousing my manhood 

Its fire is kinking my personality

I am hoping for no silence or no deafness

*

Should bury me with its loudness

Submissive me with its dominatrix’s roar

Moans, poison me

Moans, intoxicate me 

Pornography acts, to have moan’s enthusiastic melody

To drive me through its tunnel of music 

To sexually inhale its high pitch 

*

Erases my ruin streets 

Blots out the nails’ of inhumane 

Rubs out the unpleasant encounters

Empties my earth that is outfitted with stress

Removes my obese anger 

Cancel negativity that overwhelms me 

Abandon friends that implant irritation

Disconnect lousy occupation that salute to unhappiness

All when I listen to her gorgeous moans

-Ley Samdez-

Men pay to treat her like a sex object, a five foot, two inches, innocent girl.  A sixteen-year-old with mature physical appearance got a complexion of coffee mixed with milk.  The girl keeps a naïve face to only attract sex buyers, she also is obligate to act and dress slutie.  Luckless girl stalkers are erections, males’ semen, and erotic sentences.  Any individual can purchase her inside a filthy brothel; she is regularly prepared to soften a stiff male organ.  

A supercilious pimp shifted her to me, while she was wrestling herself not to quiver.  The afterward of her relinquishing my sperm, so orgasm could electrify me, I did something dreadfully not myself, I conversed with a grieving her.  

To access her to scatter out emotions was a burden.  I imprisoned the sentence she said, “Some folks believe slavery was abolished, but I am a 21st-century definition of a slave.”  Here is a smuggled girl, away from her wild Europe slot.  The scourges in her words knock me, “I am a modern slave that will be dead of AIDS by twenty.”  I gazed at each of her bruises, violently given to her for attempting to runaway from brothel.  She continued with extra passion, “This is an inferno; I can’t call out to the law, because senior law officials ceaselessly come to purchase girls!”  

Her bouncy road as a human that was trafficked, nervously described.  She can discern the females raped repeatedly and left dead.  By disseminating information on her family massive debt, I expected the reason for prostituting would be to fix the financial trouble on relatives’ bucket.  She told with sorrow slumping on her vocal, “My parents persuaded a casino manager to buy me, and then he sold me to a prostitute dealer.  Since, my self-esteem has been viciously beaten out; day-to-day a beast frowning appears on my image.”  She then nabs a brown cigarette, “Always, nervousness about one-day the strangling of myself with own hands will arise.  Starvation ruins me some nights, and I whistle a rescue prayer every night.”  She then illuminates the cigarette, to inhale and exhale smoke, “It is peculiar that I am in serious remorse for prostituting, when sure this life was installed by mother and father.  I daydream about me accomplishing school, having a normal teenage living.  You know?”  She then disqualifies cigarette with her fingertips, and looks dismally at my expression, “Am I a whorish female, wrecked by self-pity?”  Now, I am stimulated to wake her from a nightmare, to comfort her with peace.  

Two years of sexual shackles had overturned her spirit and cut her out of nonfictional love.  Wish to purchase her permanently, vow that I would never let she report to the brothel.  Find the innocence that got thief by devilish erections, and actualize a comfortable environment where she can become an optimistic female.  Rescuing she will be an ambition of mine, clear the painful bites that were produced by parents selling her.  Delete the memories that shine on sexual perversion, upload the mind state of an uncorrupt teenager.  As I approached her words, “I need someone to help.”  I grew anxious and excited about whether she would accept my helping hands, or deny it.  Her breakdown went between my arms, then convulsed in sob and shriek.  I kindly moved her out from between my arms, poured a couple of sentences to glue her with little joy.  When she politely smile, I questioned myself, “How can a girl be so beautiful?”  Her eyes made me a believer of love at first sight.  Parents are foul cowards but they are greatest artists for creating the prettiest girl. 

Just freeing she is not a well solution, it will help short-term but also is a risk of someone to kidnap or manipulate her.  I require myself to safeguard until beautiful her is tough-minded.  Yet, my sex urges are elusive to detain, hope it will not become a disturbance on getting her full recovery.  It is necessary to trap myself in celibacy, if she settles for my aid.  My heart is pumping great sympathy for her horror, outrage at me for paying to enroll in her abused vagina.  Upsets me that mainstream people really have not been responding to prostitution and sex-trafficking issues the aggressive way they should be.  

Lastly, unwrapped lips to tell how I want to depose her from torment.  I swore that caring will always take place, and neglecting never gets my support.  My highest duty will be to spray my honest love to the atmosphere so she can peacefully breathe it in.  Promised to provide safeness, assemble an enjoyable ground where she can choose whichever condition herself wish to own.  She hesitated but later concurred to entitle me as her savior.  Loving touch to her smooth chin, declaring my ideas to try make her gloriously proud.  Presented my scheme to decamp from filthy brothel, next scene was her face capturing confusion.  She began screaming in vicious and punching the rotting wall, imploring me to stop the lies.  Set about destructively wrecking the room while emptying her incoherent talk.  Immediately upon my attempt to hug, she carelessly punches my chest during her hysterical cry.  Tears soaked my shirt, when she gave in to comforting hug.  

She pushed me off and spoke sentences laced with morose, “I encountered many men speaking a liar’s language.   Swearing and promising to treat me nice, delightful, wonderful, lovely, and kindly, but they contain me to exist as their fucking sex slave, their fucking whore, their fucking servant, their fucking person to ill-treat.  I will never runaway, and I will never trust human beings.  If every person boycotted prostitution, stripping, and porn, you would not see me sad and gloomy on the sex-trafficking tree.  You are just a horny demon seeking for erotic pleasure.”  Then I intensely nabbed a chubby table lamp, furiously threw it to rotting wall.  

I screamed, “Shut up!” like a mother when son speaks disrespectfully.  Disclosed, “I am not lying about being the man to liberate you from brothel!”  I can spot the innocence occupying her attractive face, then our hands began to snuggle.  Suddenly, urges of having brutal sex and torturing her body, clutches me. Penis grows extremely stiff, making me flip her to a squeaky bed.  Moment she masked her face with hands, I whispered to myself not to accomplish an action that I will guarantee to regret.  I grabbed a glass shard from the broken table lamp, and then pull down underpants to stab repeatedly the devil’s horn that is between my legs. 

Sixteen is robbing

selling drugs

for a muscular reputation

Sixteen is trying

to make the best movie gangster imitation

Sixteen wanted to experience

he did not want to be average clean

Sixteen posted the sticker

revealing him

living in jail

on every person he knew

A Baby Face Nelson 

wanna be

Sixteen imagined himself exhausting a pistol

he wanted scars and wounds to be produce

by thuggish behavior

A Penthouse’s female model

had a part on Sixteen’s sexual aspirations

he wanted to devise a plan on drug selling

Sixteen wanted to be a Jay-Z rapper

Sixteen

evolved

into 

thirty-one with regrets

Thirty-one cannot grab the stress

that’s running its brain

So alcoholism

became his religion

Thirty-one

realize

hell was disguised as heaven

______________________________________________________

She asked

left ear and right ear

To harbor her family

And allow goodness to bleed

For her children’s mind to be abducted by intellectual

For success to be with a broken spine

She asked

left ear and right ear 

To decapitate the sloth

that ‘s bullying her hubby

to suicide his self-pity lane

to block him

from using fugitive

when commitment glares

She asked 

left ear and right ear 

To shove her boy

aside from bad deeds

To hang her boy’s heart on good deeds

She asked 

left ear and right ear 

Non-hustler

son-in-law

Non-fiend

clubbing daughter

swimmers in the ocean of granddaughter’s needs

Then

She falls in a wonder

“Does the ears in truth exist?”

So atheism 

became her religion

She

realize

misery was disguised as happiness.

____________________________________________________

Blameless

liked the room where teaching 

attempts to eradicate ignorance 

But the loathing of Walking home and Lunch period 

handcuff Blameless like a caught crook 

Walking home 

punches Blameless daily and knocks Blameless’s book 

Lunch period invents hateful comments to spit on Blameless 

Lunch period is a success on carrying hellish to Blameless

But on the present platform 

Walking home and Lunch period 

both stuck inside a casket  

So prisonism

became religion

Blameless 

realize

ruination was disguised as kill.

-Ley Samdez-

Innocent until proven guilty

Freedom until proven slavery

Educated until proven ignorance

Religious until proven insanity

Lover until proven stranger 

Successful until proven a failure

Beautiful until proven frightful

Friends until proven enemies

Protector until proven violator

Living until proven dying!

-Ley Samdez-

My friend nicknamed Sturdy is staring at me with indignant eyes.   The demise of our friendship is processing.   How can I be so careless with no self-control?   How can I direct Sturdy through this tragic wreck that my actions composed?  Did I just fill the void of Sturdy’s distress?   Did I just acid the beautiful face of our trust?  If this earth had a rewind button, I would definitely press.  So I don’t have to face the consequence that’s in the next chapter, and the guiltiness that’s going to live with me. 

When I was bringing disloyalty to life, Sturdy got ambush by the disturbance.  Knew I gashed his heart because of the movements of his face.  Carved the word asshole on myself, to remind how I fettered his love on adulterous.  Every sweat that dropped out of Sturdy’s face, wrote “You fucking disgrace,” on the oak wooden floor.  Felt similar to a male with regret of beating his wife.  Sturdy’s fists clenches, I can sense that Sturdy is aching for a torment of me. 

Sturdy staring at me with ‘I want to kill you’ eyes.  Sturdy’s question “Why are you being unfaithful!?”  Gave me frighten chills.  I begged him not to call on Grim Reaper; I prefer not to permanently lie on a casket.  If disloyal ushers me to death, I’ll sit in the darkness with shame.  Every human would say “He deserved to get killed by Sturdy’s hands for disabling faithful.”  He’ll not commit murder, but his past goodness are bound to haunt me.  I figure, when following lust’s directions, it’s a guarantee to smash into disloyalty.

I occasionally leaked envy on Sturdy.  Despised myself for capitulating to my envious emotion.  Regretting my wish to inflict misfortune on Sturdy.  Reason for my harmful wish, I couldn’t handle Sturdy kissing heaven’s lips.  The frustration, caused by Sturdy having a beauty that I everyday fantasized, developed me to become a degenerate.  Envy rotted my health; the obsess thoughts of trading places with Sturdy jostled me into the appearance of a heroin addict.  The well logic my mind once owned lost its balance and dropped down to lustful.  I am saddened to see how the loss of my self-discipline damaged Sturdy.  

Sturdy is staring at me with madness moistening his eyes.  He treated me better than myself, always used his kindness to get me through my upsetting days.  He always listened when I expose my dark thoughts; it surprised me that his judgment doesn’t ever bite me.  A fist fighter or a gun shooter, Sturdy would have become if any human attacks me.  A dependable Sturdy was consistently capturing my eyes, I never saw him utilize a motion that would have me stuck in pain.  I will be surely heartbroken to watch Sturdy play the role of my foe.  Cannot be tolerant of my own soul, knowing Sturdy is living with intense hate for trusting our friendship.

It would be understandable if Sturdy lashes his fists on my panicked face.   The words “Bitch!”  “I loved you!”  “How can you be evil?”   were dump out by Sturdy.  He made his love and I, vanish from his apartment, but before leaving and his two words “Get out!”  His love threw on panties, my all black snorkel coat, and black Ugg boots, expeditiously.  Before Sturdy saying, “You’re a false friend!”  The same speed as a person robbing a liquor store, I pulled on my jeans, my red cardigan, and my black Palladium boots.  

Sturdy’s soon ex-love is holding my hands.  I erased our hand holding only so I could open the passenger side door for her.  While she is entering my 1969 Pontiac GTO, I flee to the driver-side door.  Previous of getting inside the car, I stared at the window attach to Sturdy’s apartment and bitterly said “Damn!  I poured betrayal on him.  Cannot believe I shot our friendship in the head with a bullet of fucking his wife on the bed they shared.”

-Ley Samdez-