Robert Amedeo, 11 february 2012
First Glimpse of this radiant creature, unraveled mind's clarity
Enchanted fairy tale innocence, God's miracle gift, 'tis rarity
My Heavens opened, likening the world stage parting the red sea
Innocence so lovely Angel's sang chorus of my heart felt melody
Curled flowing raven locks, fall upon the shoulders bare
Complexion pure perfection child fair beyond compare
God's wrath of brimstone and fire, does not extinguish this secret desire
After Midnight Mass in the loft young Squire, who sings in the Churches Choir
Parishioners have no scent or smell, stained by the Priest Demon Knave
For behind closed door, he hold's them in bondage, as Master is to Slave.
Robert Amedeo, 8 february 2012
Help to search with wisdom, before I decide
Not selfishly lost thought committing, Filicide?
Vindictive, delusional, raging madness, insane
Distorted demon voices be our shared shame
Save me from decaying, imminent gloom
Mercifully relieve me, from mine known doom
Abort me from your embryonic fluid tomb
Mommy please don't delay, Please do it soon
Help me to search with wisdom, before I decide
Not selfishly lost thought committing, Filicide?
A degree of greatness, gift heaven sent
Happy well adjusted, very merrily content
I Could be your princess, you always wanted one
Would cherish and love all rolled into fun
My eyes as yours blue, light bright as the sun
Mommy please don't end this, before we've begun.
Robert Amedeo, 5 february 2012
Christmases come and Christmases go, with them comes the thought
Of all the Childhood Memories that the passing years have brought
Sugar plum fairies, Winged Angels, Circling snow swept skies
Broken heart, tear's and fears, Crooked smile's disguised his demise
Eldest sister fondling, dressing him up in her favorite doll clothes
Tasting memories, suckling all, down to her sweet soured toes
Stinging searing ice fire numbness, jousted through the enema hose
Humiliated bent broom stick pleading, God's deaf ears on near death throes
Longing to share the secret compulsion, always forever to smother
Inhibitions released, adorned in silk n lace, hiding it, undercover
Ending in fate most all his traits grew into a life long style
Surrendering to the obsessions, a transvestite pedophile
Robert Amedeo, 10 january 2012
Come not to ask, to Plead or Implore
Come to tell you, how much I Adore
Soothing away any and all fear
Whispering what she's wanting to hear
Tell of silent stars in the timeless skies
Beauty reflected thru her beautiful eyes
She inspires, you admire, spouting more lies
Chosen ordained to be my mate
Sanctioned sacrifice seals her fate
Erasing another on the devil's slate
Lovely specimen this girl named Kate
When the Moon is full and the time is right
She will never awaken from that chosen night
My head spinning the evening growing late
Tomorrow I will ask her, for our first date.
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