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Killing of star

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By JD GlasscockPublished 3 years ago 6 min read
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Killing of a Star

Lyrics by JD Glasscock

I met a man named Star

He had lights on him in the dark

I should’ve known better then to get in his car

When he told me his name was Star

He had lights on him in the dark

We went on a forest drive

Time on the buy

He looked at me like a killer out of the T.V.

And this is what he said to me

“I like boys don’t you know

Tight, ready for the show

I like boys don’t you know

Tight, ready for the show”

It scared me, lights in the dark

Taking me deeper

Deeper

On a forest drive

I should’ve known better then to get in his car

When he told me his name was Star

He looked at me like a killer out of the T.V.

And this is what he said to me

“I like boys don’t you know

Tight, ready for the show

I like boys don’t you know

Tight, ready for the show”

I had to kill him

Hope you understand

I had to kill him

‘Cause for this Star

I wasn’t a fan

So I did it

On a forest drive

Teeth to throat

A rip and a tear

On a forest drive

A deep in the night ride

And he looked at me like a killer out of the T.V.

A killer out of the T.V.

And the lights went out

Darkness all about

I killed him

Had myself a rendezvous with a girl who had eyes of blue

Poem by jd glasscock

There’s the boys and the girls in their

Dog masks and baby doll perfumes

They dance in tight lipped frenzies

Playing games of cards, chance

One moves left, the other right

They spin around

And begin their journey into the night

They thrust and thrust

Freak and seek

Exchanging candle light memories

Over the romance of moonlight’s

Shadowy peak

The king of the show does a little jig

At the doorway to twilight

And invites the boys and the girls

To feast in their delight, fright

Thought I might

Show the egotistical king a thing or two

Starting with a girl who had eyes of blue

She’s a crazy girl

The way I like it

A crazy girl

The way I like to bite it

Lik’em crazy with a lot of hip movement

The type of girl that likes it all the way

All the way

All the way

The type girl that makes you want to stay

Forget the pain

And enjoy in some sunrays

The type of girl that likes it all the way

And she’s a girl with eyes of blues

Dog masks and baby doll perfumes

She’s got these fucking insane eyes of blue

But I’m still waiting to see if there’s enough glue

To keep me occupied

Until then

There’s a lot of pretty girls in my sight

Wearing a dog mask

Feasting in my delight

But if the girl with eyes of blue

Turns out to be the one

The one so true

Then I’ll throw a blanket down on a sandy beach

Recite poetry over the ocean’s moonlight reach

I’ll stroke and pleasure in love’s attraction

Tantalize and tease her with lust satisfaction

And if the girl with eyes of blue

Teaches me a thing or two

Shows enough glue to be

My fairy princess

The one, the one so true

Great

But until then

I’m just gonna stick with the clowns

In the carnival side show

I hear the Fat Lady

Likes it

All the way

Wonderland

Lyrics by JD Glasscock

Now I am just a clown you see

Lost in a maze of dreams

But some day I hope to find someone

To love me

I walk through this life blind to all

Laughing as I take a fall

The White Rabbit’s leading me

To Wonderland

For a friend would you die

I’d say yes and I cry

We all ask the question why

Torture is a common theme

In Wonderland

Now I am just a clown you see

All my stories make believe

But some day I hope to find

Someone to love me

I walk through this life

Blind to all

Laughing as I take a fall

The White Rabbit’s mocking me

In Wonderland

For a friend would you die

I’d say yes and I cry

We all ask the question why

Torture is a common theme

In Wonderland

Now this is where the story ends

You gave your life for your friend

All your tears washed away

Into your sea

That sacred place

In Wonderland

For a friend would you die

I’d say yes and I cry

We all ask the question why

Torture is a common theme

For a friend would you die

I’d say yes and I cry

We all ask the question why

Torture is a common theme

In Wonderland

Wonderland

Wonderland

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A little push & shove

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A little soft sigh

A little push for the shove

Eyes are the ticket to clean love

Satin sheets to slide under

Lips moist in the struggle to survive

And it’s the eyes, the eyes

That produce the ticket to the ride

Flying with no wings in the sky

Say hi

Are we high yet?

Stay, don’t move

Quiet please

The show is about to begin

Clouds enraptured

A soul captured

A push and a shove

A bite of love

Teeth grinding

Moist

Biting

Taste of blood

Sensual, sexy

Struggle to survive

Struggle to survive

The show is reaching climax

A pull back on the lens

A short flick of entangled limbs

And pump, pump

Pump, pump

The ticket has been taken

The eyes have shifted to a wink

The chest is heaving

Bodice panting

Huff, huff

Puff, puff

Blow the house down

Clean fun under the yellow sun

And the ride is moving

Sliding, grinding,

A question to an answer

And the eyes

The eyes

Drown

I love ya

Till we fly with no wings in the sky

And say goodbye

Goodbye

And here we go

Down the High – way

The trip has been eventful

Hush, quiet please,

She wants to tease

A push for the shove

Tidbits of trembling nerves

Small musings by JD Glasscock

I am shooting from a low hip holster filling balloons with rivers hoping to win some marbles

I'm watching the cards splay out in shifting moods....moon flavors of love sweet and strong....and the movement of her hips says it all.....the bed would shake...sweat sweeping off flesh in an old porn movie remake....

I walk in a slow gait to the beginnings of a dream...so long has the dirt been that has trailed my feet...so many memories of dark shadows and beautiful flowers....love found and lost..lust experienced in a blink of thought..leaving me less then I was....pits gouged into avenues...strength garnered in unlikely havens...and now...after so long...the dream...begins...and I smile....crooked teeth chanting my story

Love is a songbird singing to the boughs of ancient trees whispering wisdom to a wind flitting among rolling waves caressing sand sifting dreams to a road of serenity

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

JD Glasscock

J.D. Glasscock started as a slam poet on national teams in 1990. Written and Directed 16 Award winning short films...He also has 16 self published books of poetry, lyrics and film.

Owner of StormCrow Productions

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