Where did he go again?

You will find
Youre in a bind
Death does not release
Anymore than does sleep

This will continue for quite some time
Until you realize, you were defeated
before this started, with my word sublime.

And he is one!



Your house, he's the spider that's been watching you.

So THATS why I've been feeling like someone's watching me! Damn you, Foxy!!!

The squirrel did not admit defeat
Stepped aside to show beneath her feet
The black gloved hand of yesteryear
That once was raised, inspiring fear
Now it lays, a broken member
Stripped of glory this September
Its godlike physique a memory of the past
While above arms raised high in victory the she-squirrel laughed.




This post has been edited by mALX: Sep 13 2013, 11:11 PM

Deeply dreaming dwelling denizen, of a defeated denying depression.
Another victim of this ruthless agression.
Struck down by metaphorical means with infinite implication,
No longer knowing the meaning ro words due to this devastation.
The only thing broken, a brilliant squirrel's comprehension.
This black hand destroying something beautiful without apprehension.
If you seek justice, tell Zeus to send Nemesis for me,
Commiting verbal annihilation in the major third degree

*mALX dusts hands off* "Well, that takes care of Black Hand."

*mALX brings up picture of his raised hand on a different thread, wiping a tear from her eye*

"He did have such beautiful hands" She mused.

On a quick thought she lifted the gorgeous member from the dirt, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "This hand will live!"

Pack the hand on ice, she thought
And raced quickly through the town
To the Taxidermist the hand she brought
And quickly laid the money down.

"Make it perfect," She instructed
"Like it always was in life."
The Taxidermist then constructed
With his skills and with his knife
The lifelike replica for all to see
A hand as beautiful as he
The one once known as the Black Hand
To set upon her own nightstand.





This post has been edited by mALX: Sep 14 2013, 12:11 AM

Anyone know how to swear in Russian?

Nyet.

Isn't that German?

Nein.

With her brows raised up
At three fingers stuck up high
Liz admires mALX's toy.

LMAO!

The tale of the terrible hand.

It was a dream, an alternate reality.
But let's look down this avenue of possibility.
Into the delusion of a mad squirrel, and see what we see.

The hand stuffed and displayed, grotesquely.
In an imagined victory, grinning wickedly.
She slept the sleep of foolish sheep,
her belief in her safety oh so deep.

But evil cannot be quartered,
just as ugliness cannot be scarred
And the trophy wriggled too life
and crawled towards the target of strife.

In the morning they found a squirrel;
Or at least a former one. COD: A mystery.
at least to everyone but me.

Lesson learned a little too late: not everything is what it seeems.
Moral of the story: Defeat Black Hand? Not even in your dreams...

Liz laughed very loud
At the toy's certain revenge
This haiku is done.

"Hands off, it's mine"
mALX flagged Liz away.
"To be enjoyed with a glass of wine,
find your own if you want to play."

Ooh! I wanna do a poem!


Except I can't do poetry

mALX felt the hand crawling in her sleep
and peeped an eye open wide
"What are you doing, you naughty hand?
Do that again on the other side!"

Red faced Lz giggles
"This contest turned weird
At a very swift rate."

Rohirrim sat in his lair, contemplating his life,
When the posters of Chorrol brought more strife.
Between the confusion and outright shame,
He knew his childhood wouldn't be back again.