It's amazing how fast some women can move with their tails wedged firmly between their legs. But I suppose that kind of maneuverability is easier when one doesn't have a spine. Judge me & I will prove you wrong, tell me what to do & I will tell you off, say i am not worth it & watch where I end up, call me a bitch & I will show you one, fuck me over & I will do it to you twice as bad, call me CRAZY..but you really have no idea!!! You may find me too subtle until my knife shows you exactly the reason why god made you with spaces between each rib. 
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Heart of Doom
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Hmmm...I am Native American and I make Peace Pipes,
DreamCatchers, Mandellas,
Native American Loom Beading(jewlery) ect.
Breathe
Bring me the
blossoms of resplendent sunlight
Illuminate the night
with the beats of your heart
Paint a picture with your words
because your silence
crashes the whispers of my lonely love
They echo through my mangled soul
wanting & searching
reaching for signs of liquid pain
They rush for a fleeting beat of life
I beg of you
…breathe for me…
Let me hear your sweet soul
cry out my name…
Find me
Gather my heart
Caress the pieces of this crumbling existence
…like a delicate wind on a thread of silk…
…touch me…
Do not let the cinders of life
slip from your hands
Let me know that pain is not the foundation
to living
but that love can be the stars shining
in the Cimmerian shade
Purge this pit of fire and brimstone
one more time
find me…love me…
…breathe for me…
© February 2009~~DarkAngel_BlackWings~~all rights reserved
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Phonie Ass People, WannaBes, Cheaters, Mind Games, Control Freaks, Abusers....and....Snotty yuppie mothers who have no jobs and sit around all day painting little wooden plaques and benches to put on their porch, as well as the matching t-shirt and leggings outfits for them and their daughters. Can we say traumatizing? I would pity these girls, except they turn out to be snots, just like their mothers.
Promised Truth
Whispered dewdrops singing on leaves
dancing among cataclysmic divinity
a single hope drowning in starlight
the purity of sacrificed sin.
A moonlit feline, my ultimate delight?
On the sacred prowl of crystalline eyes
such orbs of corrupt serenity
lazily dreaming, a simple rest awakened
a door to the finality of seeing.
A promised truth
the truthful lie
passionate broken hue
of a life forgiven to die.
Choosing the words to save the night
forsaken of blessings in Hellish goodbye
confusion, retribution
lost and confined
to all sort of secrets
that Death chose to hide.
Desirable innocence, tainted but blessed
gently and quick, a final embrace
to define Her Damned duality
angelic, demonic, Angeline, Dominion
Her true nature shows
what we all have in common.
Twisted and skewered, emotions on a stick
roasting and deformed
one final lick
a blinded hindsight, a lie
that we all revel to live in.
Illumined trust, distrust our purity
layered and layered among corpses
not at all morbid, a reality lined in fantasy
if none hear Her words,
We need not ignore
torn upon so many vines
of blackened iron-wrought thorn
bled, eternal rest
a darkened star of shadowed bliss.
© December 2008~~DarkAngel_BlackWings~~all rights reserved
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Writings by DaveDoom51, Honesty
The Threat
Curse this rising staring sphere,
Orb unblinking stealing night!
And to the shadows I disappear,
while mortals bask in the blaring light.
So indifferent, souls sick and unsure,
as their star burns and blisters the skin of my kind.
I have made a vow of hatred forevermore
to stalk them from this darkness that I skulk behind.
Midnight tolls its deep bass hour;
Graves open like serene nightshade flowers.
Seraphim, now fallen from heaven's grace,
Arise, ravenous, vicious; pale of face.
I link swiftly down silent alleys,
slipping into open windows;
I wait beside trails
in the plush long-grassed meadows,
seeking only to sate the ever-yawning hollow.
The only sustenance is found in the dying
of the one whose blood I swallow.
Too soon that hunger will return,
Painful, intense; persistent.
Taking human lives as prey
In one fatal instant,
Within which the elusive
And unfathomable soul
Are mine... thus filling
That gaping, hungry hole...
...And I, a fiend commit to slumber,
Submitting to the spell I am under.
Into basement, sarcophagus, chasm,
where, all men know, the Devil has them
locked in a dream of woven thorn-vines
Unable to wake as long as the sun shines.
The sound of a pendulous winged creature hitting ground
breaks the solemn silence of the sleepy little town.
Children whimper fretfully from vague, unsettled dreams,
and are startled into wakeful terror by nearby unholy screams.
Something perhaps lurks there behind that half-closed door,
perhaps leaving crimson puddles in splotches on the floor.
Invisible but for the bloody trail of footprints left behind,
I carry off the innocent to a place no one will find.
Sleep for now in peace, child- have nary a care,
the sun rises fast- tonight your life is spared.
But know this: I will come again,
on the wings of a wild windstorm;
Immortal, unyielding, fearsome and hell borne.
Curses upon every one of your souls,
hiding like mice in your little cubby-holes.
Deadbolts, chain locks, security systems,
Will never stop me from the taking of my chosen victims.
Warding spells, holy relics, chanting, churchyards, charms-
Won't save you from my rage as long as your blood is warm.
For as long as that fluid pumps through human veins,
the fear will rise in all men
yes, the threat remains...
© December 2008~~DarkAngel_BlackWings~~ all rights reserved
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The shit you hear about me...might be true but then again, it could be as fake as the bytch that told you.
I have kicked more ass than you have sat on and…
YES… I am a Heartless Bytch...Being a Heartless Bytch isn't about stepping on other people, or reality TV-style sabotage antics. It’s about working hard for what you want, and knowing when to stand up for what you deserve. It’s not about demoralizing others; it’s about self-empowerment. It’s not about being arrogant; it’s about displaying your confidence and intellect as a badge of pride. It’s not asserting any inherent superiority or self-entitlement, but recognizing your own self-worth and value.
I like to look good, that makes me a tease, I like to eat, that makes me a pig. I like to get off, and that makes me a slut. I like to be treated with respect that makes me a man-hating dyke. Trust me; I have no problem being labeled a bitch.
I have no time for those who whine and cry but do not exert themselves to try to actively improve a situation they are unhappy about. "Heartlessness" for a Heartless Bitch does not involve "being uncompassionate," but rather, only giving compassion where compassion is genuinely deserved.
My antagonistic mean-spirited attitude is reserved for fuckwits who desperately try to rationalize or otherwise defend what is an unhealthy mindset. … And for fuckwits that want a fucking medal and a gold star for doing what they SHOULD do.. That earns you NOTHING… that is your OBLIGATION. So spare me the pat on your own back. It's just a simple as wiping your ass after you shit, I'm not going to congratulate you for having decency and common sense.
By the way, I see no reason why having a clit instead of a dick should bar me from knowing how to work on my car, throw a decent punch, or fish and hunt. Yes, I'm pissed off and most people irritate me. But if people weren't so ignorant, self-absorbed, and downright stupid, I wouldn't be so Bytchy all the time.
So call me a Bitch, I know I must be hitting a nerve, call me a Heartless Bitch, I know I've got you running scared, but the best part is when people call me a Cold, Heartless Bitch (my brother's personal favorite), because people know I am someone they will never be able to subjugate. I'd rather be despised for my character than liked for my lack of it.
~~DarkAngel_BlackWings~~
DON'T FUCK WITH ME...I FUCK BACK!!!
Dreaming
She is restless in her dreaming, what is this awful dream about?
Within the halls of memories, pale screaming daemons writhe and shout.
No succor for her thirsty soul, her tainted blood cries for release…
Release from pulsing arteries, she wants her pounding heart to cease.
Falling deeper into her dream, malevolent presence she discerns…
His awful touch upon her skin, leaves poison scratches…and acid burns.
Lurking in the shadowed corners, foul sickly stench and daemon sounds…
When will this horrid nightmare free her, she fears no solace can be found.
Quick as thought, young maiden ‘wakens…finds herself upon her bed…
Shuddering breath escapes her lips, she’s surprised to find she isn’t dead.
She notices then her heart has slowed, stopped its vicious racing…
She only has vague memories now, of the shadows she was facing.
Absently, she rubs her arm, a persistent itch it seems…
She raises up her arm to see, her eyes widen as she screams…
For beneath the skin there’s movement, where movement shouldn’t be…
Scratching deeper with her nails, she wants to set what’s moving, free.
Desperately she looks about, she seeks some kind of blade…
A tool to open up her veins, so she won’t have to be afraid.
And there upon her night–stand, a crystal water glass discovered…
Frantically she shatters it, her naked body now uncovered.
Writhing creatures have multiplied, squirming just beneath her skin…
Coherent thought deserting her, not knowing where she should begin.
Hand comes upon the perfect shard, now slippery with her blood…
Desperately she cuts herself, releasing blood-worms in a flood.
Shapes squirming everywhere in her, busy with her home-made blade…
Opening up arterial fonts, so proud of all the cuts she’s made.
Even as her mind is screaming, a traitorous thought is forming…
She should cut her pretty belly, a simple action worth performing.
Sawing at the skin and tissue, her belly opens like a lover’s eye…
Maggots swarming out of her, it’s then that she begins to cry.
One final thrust is what’s required, a thrust to bring her body peace…
Last cut must be upon her heart, a cut to mark her soul’s release.
A grateful sigh escapes her lips, glass shard embedded in her heart…
No wicked dreams can now presue her, is this the end…or just the start?
© June, 2009~DaveDoom51~all rights reserved
Toltec Dreams
I walk upon the battlefield, feet stirring blood from ages past...
Whispering ancient foul enchantments, souls screaming that this peace can't last.
Head echoing my whispered oaths, words never heard upon this plane...
For with me I bring desolation, I bring revenge for innocence slain.
Earth vomits rotting carcasses, remains that I can scarce endure...
Fell place where only maggots rule, I find my thoughts return to her.
She who brought the sun to me, brought comfort to my tortured being...
Old majik in the rocks and trees, accentuates my power's seeing.
I chant my awful incantations, make paseses in the yellowed air...
I feel forbidden power fill me, compassion lost...blood-lust laid bare.
And as I shape my retribution, I smell again her perfumed hair...
Old majik groaning with my sorrow, breeze shrieks that I no longer care.
I call upon my Toltec brethren, let my blood mix with the dust...
I take the scent that remains of her, the only thing that I still trust.
Star children chanting in my brain, wachichu bastards will reap my pain.
Balance once again will reign, no one left to sing white-man's refrain.
I feel the surging deep inside me, as majik strives for sweet release...
I feel intending's portals open, wachichu screams shall never cease.
Monstrous forces fill my body, soul stretching 'til it's almost breaking...
I dance upon this barren plane, eating enemies' souls...ripe for the taking.
I approach the Eagle's lair.......
Wondering if I'll find her there.
© May, 2009 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved
Tempest
I would soothe your fevered brow...
Quench the flames of your desire, now.
Share that fluid that's meant for two...
And coax sweet nectar from deep, in you.
Bury my fibres in your body...
Wrap your spirit in muted light...
These things my love, I whisper to you...
These things and so much more....tonight.
I long to caress your silken skin...
Plumb the depths of you once again.
Move together in sweet embrace...
Savor again your delightful taste.
Rythmic movements of your belly...
Speak softly of your love for me...
Droplets within swollen tissue...
Moist passion's promise I can see.
Soft copper skin moves slow and steady...
My pulsing member slides up your thigh...
My swollen girth screams I am ready...
Pushing against you, I hear your sigh.
I feel tight muscles allow me in...
Deep pulsations as they begin...
Your wetness lubricates my soul...
Your culmination, will make me whole.
Building tempest inside my body...
Your muscles grip me as I erupt inside...
Shaking thighs pull me ever deeper...
Breathless moans as my flood subsides.
Lingering kisses as we move together...
Such intimate caresses will last...forever.
© May, 2009 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved
 Tah-Shee-Nah
Standing alone, no one around...
Place out of time with what surrounds
it...
Sitting upon sweet hallowed ground...
She wonders why no one has found
it.
How long ago, how many ages...
Who's in charge, who turns the pages?
What rules apply when majik dictates...
Those who enter, and those left to wait?
She passes through some kind of membrane...
Some ancient spell left to dismay...
Those who hate; cruel heartless wretches...
Those who reek of man's decay.
Tashina finds herself engrossed...
Past images and other ghosts...
Leave her as she switches planes...
Embracing majik once again.
She bathes away her worldly cares...
In crystal waters from the lake...
Sighing as her soul relaxes...
Careful to give more than she takes.
Sleeping in the sun's embrace...
A smile appears upon her face...
A fleeting tear shed for the past...
She knows that tear will be her last.
A velvet touch disturbs her rest...
Familiar scent invades her mind...
Soft images of crimson nights...
Moonlight and her heart entwined.
Familiar presence felt not seen...
The one who makes her feel eighteen...
One who finds her when she's sleeping...
To take her soul into his keeping.
Spirit lover, her beloved...
The one who comes from in-between.
Caressing her, he's all to real...
Here in this land of tranquil dreams.
She awakens, can this be real...
Her lover's form at last revealed...
He takes her in his arms again...
Gives her passion....
.........takes her pain.
Together forever in this magic land...
Embracing eternity, hand in hand.
© July, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved
For Tashina in celebration of her heritage and her spirit....and in hopes she will return to this place in the sun!
 Soft Tissue
(Aether Rap)
Bus travels down the boulevard...
Driving 'tween the city's un-mowed yards...
My pulsing organ growing hard...
~No tissue separation~
The eagle's gift is my destination...
Random acts require explanation...
No-when, no-where, there's no...firm location...
~Soft tissue separation~
Lover's hand sliding up her thighs..,
Desire's fire burning in her eyes...
Swollen mouth echoes quiet sighs...
~Some tissue separation~
Lovely smile as she parts her lips...
Firm breasts display their hardened tips...
Grinding pleasure of her thrusting hips...
~Soft tissue separation~
Shared thoughts with a loving mate...
Hot cock pushing through her gate...
Scalding thoughts as she masturbates.
~Soft tissue separation~
A crimson mouth opens on her side...
As the razor shows me what's inside...
Lovely organs that her smooth skin hides.
~Firm tissue separation~
Hands moving through her glistening bowels...
Wet-surging climax marked, by her growls...
Creation's beauty is never foul...
~Soft tissue separation~
Aether portal opens moist and warm...
Another plane offering cosmic storms...
Offering energy, as I transform...
~True tissue separation~
© March, 2009 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved
 Soft Tissue (The Female Side)
He is approaching this I hear….
His heartbeat beating in my ears…
My wetness flowing hot and clear…
~No tissue separation~
His breath against my skin I feel…
Across my body he does kneel…
Hot tongue upon my body is surreal…
~Soft tissue separation~
Desire burning deep inside…
His hand to my pleasure I do guide…
Anticipating the Lover’s ride…
~Some tissue separation~
His mouth presses against mine…
Tongues of passions do entwine…
My readied gate his hardness finds…
~Soft tissue separation~
His hard cock inside me slides…
Moving his hand deep into my side…
Stroking in rhythm with our Lover’s ride…
~Firm tissue separation~
Moving together in rhythmic motions…
Two hearts bond, true mate’s devotions…
Lover’s majik mixing potions…
~Soft tissue separation~
Climaxes growing deep within…
His hand strokes my organs again…
Quickening breaths do begin…
~Soft tissue separation~
Aether’s showing me his treasures…
Another plane hears our pleasures...
Surging climax reached together…
~True tissue separation~
© March, 2009~~DarkAngel_BlackWings~~all rights reserved
Do you really want to know?
Black Onyx
A time to hear and to obey...
Commanding beauty she doth convey...
Angel of mercy so dark and vicious---
Power abused...but the blood's delicious.
Approaching the bed that just arrived..
She feels a stirring from deep inside.
His wide eyes beg her for escape...
From his pain...infernal plans taking shape.
An injection to increase his hurting---
She licks his skin before inserting...
A monstrous needle in his vein---
Time for her evil games again.
Hell's half-sister of creation shines...
Through rough vessels, at such times.
Agony birthed so hot with-in him,
No succor by this harlot...given.
Chanting and awful acts conspire....
To bring about what she desires.
Death and cold destruction reign...
Soon only death's release remains.
Laying naked upon the bed beside him...
Her body alive, with wild...anticipation.
Foul ritual now demands completion...
A bath for her, in death's secretions.
Adding spice to her deprivation...
His agony fueling her desperation...
She reaches blessed culmination...
Better than pious masturbation.
Groaning marks her soul's release...
Imagined outrage of parish preists...
Should they learn of secret rites..
Performed by her on duty nights!
Adjusting garments, tying laces...
Bathing him to remove all traces...
Of her night's perverse attraction...
Removing signs of her satisfaction.
Soon...another she shall use...
Another corpse she can abuse.
© May, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved
Lovingly dedicated to Dawn and Tashina....my two true "Angels of Mercy"...Thank You !! ~DaveDoom51
 Visions
Baby swaddled in soft doe-skin...
Begins this seasons' cycle again.
Wise grandmother, a woman of knowlege...
Time holds no power she doesnt acknowlege.
Fire eats birch-bark, glowing yellow...
Feeds on oak-wood, strong and mellow.
Her old eyes water with the knowing...
Of what time brings....
To this little one's growing.
From wrinkled gourds tied at her side...
She pours rare powder contained inside...
Rock circle endures, the smoke proclaims...
Powerful incantations, inhibit time again.
Shadows caper, arcane majik writhes...
Wafting smoke where infant lies...
She purifies this little one...
Protects her from the nameless one.
Star-souls strewn 'cross midnight skyes...
Watch ancient rites performed this night...
Watch as time, stops owls...mid-flight...
Watch grandmother, as she cries...
Tonight
Coyote screams his sad lament...
While others rest, their passions spent...
This woman knows what the old words meant...
Seeking balance to....
Life's cruel torment.
Infant soul, her time short on earth...
Some future time...will grant re-birth.
© August, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved
In celebration of my dear JaNea's impending "re-birth".
Dont Push me...
I bite back
Dont Unnerve me
I attack
I am not meak
nor am I sweet
I'll grind you like a
piece of meat
Keep your bullshit
in your head
My wit will tear you
up in shreads
Keep your hands
To yourself
I am a hazzard
to your health
So you see..
Not much is lost...
as long
as you don't
piss me off
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