The stalker swirled --
In his delusional mists
Of bloodied waters
Only he could create
Of lined up agonies
Only he could perpetrate
In his vendetta's calling
He thought he was
Something unique
Something spectacular
A Rambo of pain
Fulfilling his promises
To cause me harm
More than anyone else
Ever had before him
He was a fool
He was a fool
He wasn't ever --
Close enough
To load the punch --
To that maxim
He was nothing more --
Than same-old same-old
Different variation --
To ME
Now to the others --
Those co-victims
And to the ultimate --
Victim of his stalking
A three & 3/4 year old;
Then four year old;
Then five year old boy
He was much more
He loaded the punch --
To that maxim
He succeeded amply
Becoming the monster --
Threat of terrors
Horrors in the brush
Minuses of pleasures
Absences of stability
A brand new experience
For one little boy.
By Lady Lost
Copyright © 2002
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No rights to copy, print, download, duplicate, or display elsewhere other than upon this specific website granted or implied without the direct written permission of the author. Please contact agent of the author: Mr. Gunther S. Vanludwick at svanludwick@yahoo.com
**As with all poetry, essays, correspondence and/or published letters, e-mails or other communications presented on this webpage, this poem is a personal subjective expression of its author's own feelings, thoughts, beliefs, and opinions. This statement is in no way intended to invalidate or minimize the powerful and poignant experiences of this author. However, this statement is intended to indicate that creative expressions such as these written forms of artwork are derived from their author's own personal feelings, thoughts, beliefs and opinions
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"How Does it Feel"
How does it --
FEEL
To destroy --
BEAUTY
To plunder --
HOPE
To trample --
PROMISE
Is it good --
Gratifying
Satisfying
Is it full --
Powerful
Voluptuous
Is it sweet --
Succulent
Tender
Is it better --
Than love
Than life
How does it --
FEEL
To destroy --
BEAUTY
I don't know --
The stalker
The perpetrator
Does.
By Lady Lost
Copyright © 2002
All rights reserved
Library of Congress Copyright
International Copyright
**Previously published work.
No rights to copy, print, download, duplicate, or display elsewhere other than upon this specific website granted or implied without the direct written permission of the author. Please contact agent of the author: Mr. Gunther S. Vanludwick at svanludwick@yahoo.com
**As with all poetry, essays, correspondence and/or published letters, e-mails or other communications presented on this webpage, this poem is a personal subjective expression of its author's own feelings, thoughts, beliefs, and opinions. This statement is in no way intended to invalidate or minimize the powerful and poignant experiences of this author. However, this statement is intended to indicate that creative expressions such as these written forms of artwork are derived from their author's own personal feelings, thoughts, beliefs and opinions.
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**stalkers do not dream or contemplate in benign fashions. Stalkers chose to perpetrate rather than dream or contemplate their wishes in poetic or journal or essay form. Stalkers may write; however, their *primary release for their emotional deficit is to actively stalk their victim(s) and/or co-victims. Once again, this is another poignant example of the vast difference between the stalking personality and other personality types.
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