AXEL DIPITHECUS!!!!!!!!!!! Poetry and Prose

_{Men,
Hunters of a different kind
Occasionally we hunt for food
Not too long as to let the true prey
Stray from the mighty clutch of mind and sight}

_{With lies as our weapon of choice
We laugh at the phrase
“The sky is the limit”
As we smell the holy grass
Where one sat a young vixen
-The next pawn}

_{Women,
The fuel to a hunger that never sleeps
Quite the seductress, this one
So obviously hidden
Moving like a snake in the grass
-A deadly cobra}

_{The salty taste of intimidation
Flows from my hairline to my mouth (drop by drop)
Where did the rest of the world go?
And why did it take my confidence?
This is all new to me.}

_{I’m a child in the woods
Frozen, Crippled, Afraid,
And unable to comprehend
My new surroundings.
Awaiting the first blow.}

_{Her weapon of choice
Was simply an apple
“Would you like a bite of my apple?”
“I promise it will be the most dainty you have yet to taste.”}

_{What nerve!
This beautiful predator portrays
I’m knowingly tricked by her soft pose
And my slight wheeze of vulnerability has come
Too loud to muffle.}

_{SCREAM AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS!
BANG ON YOUR CHEST!
THROW BUSHALS OF LEAVE ABOVE YOUR HEAD
TAKE BACK YOUR CONFIDENCE
Fear what you don’t know
But where to begin?}

_{My minds out of breath
Functioning on some
Basic motor survival level
And to this proposition
I dumbfoundedly accept}

_{PT II FORBIDDEN FRUIT}

_{The taste of the apple shook me
And took me places
My mind had yet been
Again and again
The taking and shaking continued
Undisturbed.}

_{But what now
I feel myself falling
Calling out against thoughts to embark
Trying greatly to remark
Moving onward through the dark
What’s missing?}

_{SNAP OUT OF IT YOU FOOL
YOU’RE HOLDING YOUR SENSES NEGLECTED
DESPIZING YOUR SIGHT
HIGH AS A KITE
LEAVING THE KNIFE UNDETECTED}

_{THIS MISTRESS OF INTRUTION
INHERITS EVERYTHING YOU’VE
EVER HAD THE CAJONÃ?Â?S TO CLAIM
WITH ONE SWICK OF THE SHIV
I HOPE THE TABOO WAS GOOD ( FOR YOU )
YOU BASTARD}

_{PT. III CREATIONS OF A PRAWLING PREY}

_{Occasionally the prey
Will have its day
And upper its ranks to predator
Whether the stride be for glory or revenge
They find their way
To castrate the great competitor.}