Criminal Minds...
Feeling so alert in the crisp sandalwood air! ! !
My mind draws pictures for me...
Its of two people caught up-'in secret'
What some might call their apt destiny! ! ! ;
He has long white hair-pony-tailed
She has Delilah hair-medium red...
He has done 'everything'' literally-X rated...
She has the Midas touch instead;
He dwells on sexual thoughts daily............
While she is a Nympho, at best!
He has many a fetish, thats true
Her heart is of chrome and its a mess;
They both share something in common...
Unresolved sexual tension and greed-thats right
She always wants it wherever she can get it
And he is a fan of the Harlots of night! ! ! ;
The Sandalwood incence continues to burn
The picture of these two become even more clear...! ! !
Both are so caught up in the use: of stimulants
That when: The Truth Arrives-they do not hear;
So now, it is right before their lit up eyes...
All of the destruction that they have caused to us! ! !
But bother their conscience-no not at all...! ! !
They just wonder, why all the fuss! ! ! ! ;
This is my second write on:
Obsession, Stalking, Narciscism,
And Psychopathy
This write zeros in on two
Narcistic Psychopaths
February 10,2012
By, Theodora Onken
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Up For Debate?
Listening to that ole' Mississippi beat
And lookin' for clever converstaion-i take a look
So many issues at hand to debate
Surely enough to publish a little ole' book;
I found him in the corner hunched over
Drinkin' his Jack Daniels straight
Talkin' 'bout his Cobalt Blue Chev pickup
Not much at all to debate;
His closely cropped hair's red and white stood out
But his mostly white beard was gone
Same ole' large belly just hanging over his belt
Talkin' 'bout bein' up to no wrong! ;
Talkin' 'bout how he watched her closely!
Parked 'cross from her home for only a moment yesterday
How he wrote about her constantly
And got no where to his utter dismay! ;
'I dream about her constantly'
'When i'm awake she is forever on my mind'
I open my eyes wide to search
It is her sweet face that i find;
'I am totally consumed by her words'
Read them and always apply them to me
'Yes, i know she truly cares deeply '
Yet, why is it so hard for her to see? ;
Someone told me that she was annoyed by my attention
Now, that is just ridiculous to me
'As i am so devoted to her every breath'
'Know that we are fated to be! '.
He wanted to know what i thought!
I told him that it wasn't up for debate!
He asked me what i meant by that!
I answered honestly: 'It's Obsession And Hate!
By, Theodora Onken
February 8,2012
My first write about Obsession,
Stalking, Hatred, Narciscism, and
Psychopathy.
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Delilah...
She was: Contour and design;
A pristine white configuration of airs-affected;
Drizzled in reds of pretense...
Splashed freckles of disdain marked her;
A hedonist-personified;
Creature comforts and diamond rings hoped for;
Writing her life story-
In mathematical equation that no one understood;
Her heart was of chrome-hardened; callous;
Her Delilah hair suspect;
Her Midas Touch-Gold Plated...
Just another faux gem...
In the wannabe world
Of yesterdays yearnings for-
Celebrity and riches;
By, Theodora Onken
March 8,2012
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Snake In The Grass
We do not know your method...
As of yet, it is unclear
Like a snake in the grass, you move
Filling us full of crap, my dear! ! ! !
Can feel it, when under the influence...
As the blood pressure truly soars
Heart beat is rapid and irregular
Yet you continue on with more and more;
How many trips to the doctor will it take?
How many tests on our food and drink?
What will it take to make you stop?
If you have a conscience-what do you think?
Call it whatever you want but its criminal
For now we will just call it crack cocaine
And WE WILL get the proof that is needed...
Even if, this all causes a world of pain;
What is it that you are after?
Because you have achieved at making people ill
Were you hired by Mr. West Coast-Boston?
Or are you just out for the thrill of the kill?
By, Theodora Onken
A write about the illegal spiking of ones
Food or drink with drugs that kill...
Premeditated Homicide In The Making
An ongoing problem-A Reality
By, Theodora Onken
February 28,2012
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Femme Fatale~
Affected by airs of pretense...
Haughty companion of pride
Promises of Rainbows Pot Of Gold
Ruthless designs inside;
Lust 'tis her first choice
As is longings for the finer things...
Pretense of opulence and sophistication
Grasping at the imaginary that it brings;
Her world revolves around sin...
Death is her second favorite friend
Running bare before every man-a conquest?
In hopes of achieving an end! ;
But time has run out for her
She can no longer hide her nympho desire
She would do well to unite with Mr. Carnal
He would surely light her fire;
For he has the riches she is looking for...
With a bonus of Porn, drugs and lust
With him it would be so perfect
For they would not combust from lack of trust! ;
So there would never be a need to boast...
About Christ or things as such
So Femme Fatale climb aboard the Seven Deadly--
No fuss-just your self proclaimed: Midas Touch! ;
By: Theodora Onken
May 10,2012
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Sexual Thing
(laughing)
Jam blues man
There you lay
All by yourself
So please allow me
To introduce myself
I welcome you
To the house of sin
Open your mind
And let the games begin
Im your lust
And Im your greed
Im every sick thought
That you ever done dreamed
Eaten your cake
Now you want some more
Mmm, where have i
Heard that before?
Chorus:
I am your
I am your
Im just your sexual thing
I am your
I am your
Im just your sexual
Aint nothin but a sexual
Its just a sexual thing
Lyin there
You look so horny
Talk is cheap
And startin to bore me
Hold me close
And tell me it feels so good
But damn, girl
You knew it would
Chorus
Solo
Glad to have met you
So pleased that youve come
But I must be movin on
My work here is done
Best believe me you, child
The pleasures been all mine
If youre in need, please do indeed
Call me anytime
Chorus
Theyve got you medicated
Its got you so frustrated
He caught you masturbatin
You rather be fornicating
Well then you come with me
Im gonna set you free
Its just a sexual
Aint nothin but a sexual
Its just a sexual thing
Talking:
What youve witnessed is a sexual fantasy
Please do not try these tricks at home
song performed by by Poison
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Hawaiian
SANDALWOOD, you say, and in your thoughts it chimes
With Tyre and Solomon; to me it rhymes
With places bare upon Pacific mountains,
With spaces empty in the minds of men.
Sandalwood!
The Kings of Hawaii call out their men,
The men go up the mountains in files;
Hands that knew only the stone axe now wield the iron axe:
The sandalwood trees go down.
More sandalwood is called for:
The men who hunt the whale will buy sandalwood;
The Kings would change canoes for ships.
Men come down from the mountains carrying sandalwood on their backs;
More and more men are levied;
They go up the mountains in files; they leave their taropatches so that famine comes down on the land.
But this sandalwood grows upon other trees, a parasite;
It needs a growing thing to grow upon;
Its seed and its soil are not enough for it!
Too greedy are the Kings;
Too eager are the men who hunt the whale to sail to
Canton with fragrant wood to make shrines for the
Buddhas;
Too sharp is the iron axe!
Nothing will ever bring together again
The spores and the alien sap that nourished them,
The trees and the trees they would plant themselves
upon:
Like the myths of peoples,
Like the faiths of peoples,
Like the speech of peoples,
Like the ancient creation chants,
The sandalwood is gone!
A fragrance in shrines
But the trees will never live again!
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South 23rd And Barrow
Yesterdays news still chills me to the bone!
A true story of murder here in 1984...
A convenience store clerk was bludgeoned to death
The monster was not caught for 15 years more;
His name is Clifford S. Wright...
Cold Case did a show about him
Sentenced to life-locked up in the Hughs Unit at Gatesville
Hope that this town doesn't have any more characters so grim! ;
But truth be known-they are everywhere...!
It is not just the psychopathy of the big city...
Little towns-all around-raise them...!
When caught they are tried and sentenced without pity! ;
This case really haunts me for some strange reason...
I am not sure of the reasons why...
I never knew him, thank God, or his victim Tracy
But when i read about this crime today, i cry! ;
Murder Scene: 1984
Star Stop Convenience Store
23rd and Barrow
Victim: Tracy Rene Benge Sewell
Murderer: Clifford Scott Wright (Psychopath)
Nothing was taken so it was not a robbery
And he did not know her and there was no
Sexual assault! So what was the motive?
Only he knows...
Another case solved by: Forensics***
Old evidence kept and retested....
Thank God For Forensics and DNA!
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A Song About You
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
You’re all I can every think about
How you flood my dreams each night
How thinking of you takes my breath away
When I look up to the satellites
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
The long lost butterflies returned
How I hope my number you’ll dial
And how your memory smothers me with smiles
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
You were the only one
Who had enough of me to break my heart
And when love took over my heart
You tore it all apart.
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
I gave you my heart
Caught up in the thought
That we were off to a great start
But how you threw a damn dart
Right into the center of my heart
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
About how you crushed my heart
Not bothering to look back.
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
poem by Jess Schwarcz
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Why Do I Write
I write from my sadness
I write from the madness
I write because I have something to say
I write to pass the day
I write only from the heart
I write for sometimes I am not that smart
Whatever is in head just comes out on paper (in this case a word document) , and I go with the flow
Write to let my mind go
I follow my hand to where ever it takes me
I write all the things that I can see
I write when I am happy, but not as much
I write from my heart that you can touch
I write because I’d go insane
I am driven to write quell my pain
At times I feel alone so I write what I am feeling
I write for it is self-healing
Confident not so I write it all away
I write and write to pass the day
I write to comfort my soul that cries out in the night
I write for love is always out of sight
I write so I don't have to cry any more
I write for I have no one to adore
I write so someone somewhere will hear my plea
I write for someone is out there for me
I am lost and I the clown
I write to turn my frown upside down
I write to embrace the sadness I hide inside
I write with my heart opened wide
I write to silence the ghost
I write for I’ve been let down by the one I loved the most
I write through the stormy weather
I write for I am light as a feather
I am not a writer nor am I a poet
I write for the grief I do know it
I will write until I draw my last breath
I write because I'll die a lonely death
I have to write for strangers delight
I write because I have to write
I write for my own happiness
I write to relieve my stress
I write because I have no other choice
I write as if I was writing a letter
I write because I can’t do any better
I write because I am afraid not to
I write for this is what I do
I write for I give a damn
I write just because I am
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Anomaly
She was a medley of synonyms
A jumble of sheer contradiction
Confusing her legions of readers
So busy, trying to paint her world of fiction;
Her perfect puncuation life relied on it
A vocabulary brilliantly used
Though conspicuous lags over the years called out
She would never go anywhere without her shoes;
No expose's of her darker side...
Of her days spent in a 9 by 5 cell
No hint of her dirty laundry
Hung out to dry, in her self made Hell;
No hint of her past actions or consequences
Self-hidden, her malicious greed-filled side
Bought and sold to the Devil long ago
Today, it makes for, a most bumpy ride;
Her eloquent books win raves
Shown in accolade banners 'cross the sky
But insiders know her real world of BAD
Including her dependency and must stay high;
Up and down-her emotions, roller coasters
Her internal organs are slowly being destroyed
Contradicting the substance abuse with a healthy diet
For drowning out reality-alcohol is also applied;
So, it's down and dirty Ms. Scorched White...
Burned by unrequited sexual tension and greed
Perhaps, one of his old pornographic movies, Shifty Sue
Perhaps, Yes, perhaps, thats all that you need! ;
Dedicated to: Ms. Charcoal-Shifty Sue
And Her Purple People Eater Love
By: Theodora Onken
March 30,2012
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Sexual Device
(stuart emerson)
Producer for bonnie: stuart emerson
Im a run away freight train
Headin on down your track
Im the eye of a hurricane
Shooting daggers in your back
Im the howl at the window
The sound of a crackling flame
Getting uncontrollable
And the lines about to break
Nine times out of ten
I get what I want
I always want more
Gonna get what Im looking for
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Im a tiger in the bedroom
A mist in the air at night
Inconceivable
An oasis in the fire
A shock on the airwaves
A fighter with a hungry heart
Im incurable
A new sensation
No reservations
This time I win
This time you lose
I still want more
Give me what Im looking for
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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A Forest-killburn Nat'l Version
Again i hear a voice
Her voice calling my name
Write the song and call in the beach
And you hear her call
A rose some call it
And watch the sun come up from the edge of the deep green sea
She called my name
And faith
Saying
The stone white clown still laughing after all these years
Some people i'd like to meet
Everytime you take the way to bring me a smile
Never look away from you
In everyway i take the way that you smile
And never look away from you
There's only a picture of her
Fuschia rests inside my heart
Just with a picture of her
Just with a picture of her
And write a letter to elise
And you know she'll never write back in a a hundred years
Can't touch the idol
The siamese twins of fire
Figurehead girl
It all sits inside of me
Just sits inside of me
Just sits inside of me
A place we can go
There's a place we can go
There's a place we can go
There's a place we can go
There's a place we can go
Take me there
Take me there
Take me there
Take me there
Take me there.
song performed by by Cure
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Everything
Tonight
'Neath a silken moon
Bathed in
Texas starlight
You came to me
Upon a
Whispering breeze
Out of love
Offering only
Everything
Little did
You know
Buried in
My longting heart
That you
And only
You
My darling
Beyond any
Shadow of
Any doubt
Are Everything
To me
Theodora Onken
February 22,2012
Dedicated To: My Husband
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Sexual Healing (Capital Radio Session)
Baby I'm hot just like an oven
I need lovin'
And baby, I can't hold on much longer
It's getting stronger and stronger
And when I get that feeling
I need sexual healing
Sexual healing
Oh baby
Makes me feel so fine
Helps to relieve my mind
Oh baby sexual healing baby, it's good for me
Sexual healing something that's so good for me
Whenever blue tear drops are fallin'
And my emotional stability is leavin' me
There is something I can do
I can just get on the telephone and call you up baby
And honey I know you'll be there to relieve me
The love you give to me will free me
If you don't know the things you're dealin'
Oh, I can tell you, darling, that it's sexual healing
(Heal me darlin')
(Heal me darlin')
Oh, and baby I got sick this morning
A sea was storming inside of me
And, baby I can't hold on much longer
It's getting stronger and stronger
And when I get that feeling
I need sexual healing
Sexual healing
Oh baby, makes me feel so fine
Helps to relieve my mind
Oh baby, sexual healing, baby, it's good for me
Sexual healing is something that's good for me
And it's good for me and it's so good to me
My baby ohhh
Come take control, just grab a hold
Of my body and mind soon we'll be making it, honey
Oh we're feeling fine
You're my medicine open up and let me in
Darlin' you're so great
I can't wait for you to operate
(Heal me darlin')
(Heal me darlin')
I can't wait for you to operate
(Heal me)
When I get that feeling, I need sexual healing
Oh, when I get that feeling I need sexual healing
I gotta have it sexual healing
I wanna have it sexual heali
song performed by by Darren Hayes
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Deviant Pauses~
My time here seems to be unfolding into chaos...
A cold pillow of indifference for you awaits...
With enough to turn you off for a life time...
Enough for your perverted, deviant plate;
Your sexual inuendo's are grossly swollen...
Nausea pervades my stomach and soul-
Your aging chemicals have rewired your synapse's
Your neurons and dendrites are loosing control;
Obviously, you are into nasty wet beds...yuk!
But you would turn blue waiting on me...
You will be sitting 'til Hell freezes over...
You and your crude/vulgar foot fetish legacy;
Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex is all that's on your brain...
Perhaps you are doing way too much crack! ! !
You wouldn't recognize love if you had it and you don't! ! !
My life is full of real love and that is a fact! ! ! ! ;
So, finally get rid of those sick DELUSIONS...!
For, i have no feelings for you at all! ! ! !
Even stopped thinking of you as a friend, long ago...
You make my tummy sick with your gall! ! ! ! ;
By: Theodora Onken
July 15,2012
Why not try Beverly Or Cheryl
They are personal friends
Of yours and interested in
The very same things you are.
Birds of a feather belong together!
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Entangled Hair
oh i see, your hair
entangled last night
must i have been
there? i must have been
drunk, for i do not remember.
Did i kiss you? Did i make
love with you?
I have this sticky feeling you
know and i must have been
guilty of having loved you.
I check my thighs and
they claim innocence.
I ask my lips and
they say they were never
wet last night.
I touch my abdomen
there is no shouting
faggot in there.
so your hair got tangled
last night, and you are telling
me that all this mess is caused
by me?
sorry, things sometimes exist
all in the mind of a woman
scorned.
someone said it, i think
i still remember. Not Shakespeare,
it was someone else,
but not me, i am sure of that.
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So In Love
I can’t think of anything to write
I want to make a piece that rhyme
But words are very hard to find
I don’t know what I should say
Would anyone bother to stay
And take time to wait for my way
Some people say, I write from the heart
And I truly agree because it’s not a lie
For what I write is what I feel inside
I have this wonderful feeling to share
But how come that I can’t create
My mind seems floating in the air
Tonight that I am with my dearest love
My heart beats too fast and I’m almost numb
I’m in cloud nine so please do understand
Ahaha… I’m so in love and I feel so high
Forgive me for I’m almost out of my mind
To share you a better piece, maybe next time
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My December
Relentless Winter lays itself white
Far below the mountains spires
Muted tones of off white and grey
Linger near a warming fire;
Hearthside altars of a family nest
'Neath a cathedral ceiling cabin in the wood
Struggles to burn and linger it's warmth
In the silver white frosty wooded neighborhood;
By: Theodora Onken
July 27,2012
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The Vacation~
Traveling was, indeed, in their plans...
To meet somewhere in the MIDDLE safe and sound
So sure that they had all of their bases covered
So sure that it was their secret, travel bound;
Getting together to rehash their plans...
Sharing the negatives upon their plate...
It was iffy at best, their greedy quest
Being kept a secret, not their fate;
For November came in like a flash bulb!
With photo's electric passed all around...
Offering 'proof of the pudding'-their conspiracy...
Two deadly 'Hit People' Found;
It's never really been a secret...!
As there have always been spies
Who were just waiting, biding their time...
At last, the two, seen with spy eyes;
By: Theodora Onken
November 9,2012
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Pigeon
My life is in a peaceful state
Secure from red-headed tricks
Sequestered from hairy Neanderthals
High up in a watch tower of red brick;
We're always on the look out now
We watch the sovereign wood
For her freckles in uncordial light
Pretend-societys-refined-classy Ms. Robinhood;
She and her long time accompolice in crime
A Master peddler of flesh sales
Are suspects now in Olive Point
And must answer questions 'bout their trails;
The trails that they left behind them
When finishing up a yellow-eyed scheme
Once master manipulators of the money grab
In the once fertile soil of their pigeons evergreen;
By, Theodora Onken
February 23,2012
Another in My Series
About Psychopaths
The Criminal Element
In General...
Most Know All About
Doing Time But Once
Out Return To The Same Crime!
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