So who am I?

Those who know me name me the beast

Such a gross description for my attributes and talents

I am truly infinitely more

I am the exquisitely refined absolute expression of human pain

My touch is not blunt like the fumbling pawing of a dumb animal

Rather my work is precise crazed surgery

Like a searing laser, like an all pervasive whiplash detonating in your brain



I am the raver in your nervous system,

Yet ice cold am I, like the sweat on your brow

I am he who drives you to your feet in the dead of night

To pace dark hallways excruciating inch, after inch, after inch, after inch

Blood as thick as jam in your veins

In the very depths of your exhaustion I am alive and vital!

I am the lunatic surgeon, wrapped round your occipital nerve

Like razor wire wrapped around a rose



There is nothing in you but me when I am present

I am the shrieking typhoon of glass shards penetrating your eye,

My eye now, I demand my due

A tear of pain, the token of your suffering like no other

Bitter and burning,  hot as hell

I am he who shows the relativity of time

How do you measure a second, a minute

When each impulse you register is endless agony?

Your time stretches and crumbles into an abyss of anguish



I am despair,

I am hopelessness,

I am the horror in your soul,

I am truly the lord of fear,

I am the terror of having nowhere to run.

Should you elude me once I will step into the shadows and wait

You will wait, I will wait

When I return, I return with vengeance and fury

Well you know my rage when thwarted!



I taught you that there was no god

As you crawled on your knees and moaned and sobbed and screamed for mercy

I dragged you up to your feet again to pace the dimensions of your pain, alone.

So sensitized that the very air on your face was savagery!

There is no devil or demon, I am their archetype!

Real hell is the perception of me,

From the whirlwind in your belly to the scorched desert of your parched throat



My final mockery is to see you struggle through words

To communicate a single idea of who I am

My existence undermines the frailty and impotence of your language

I am headache,

I am primary headache,

I am suicide headache,

I am trigeminal neuralgia,

I am trigeminal autonomic cephalgia,

I am sunct,

I am suna,

I am cevicogenic cluster headache,

I am kip scale 10,

I am a jumble of letters

I am the central secret truth in your being

I am the unshakable, incommonicable  fact.   

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith
And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

Head got belted, eye melted,
Temple is on fire.
Ear got shot by a bullet white hot,
Brain's a funeral pyre.

Tears pouring, temp roaring,
Risk of personal harm.
Cluster bump resembles the hump
On the hunchback of Notre Dame.

Mind frying, psyche crying,
Words quite obscene.
Got too hot, lost the plot,
There is a Kip-15.

Pressure goes up, eyelid has a pup,
Nose give birth to a melon.
Brain aflame, government to blame,
Welcome to Kip-27.

To speak is to shriek, here's the peak,
Kip-94 and a bit.
Erratic, sporadic, almost orgastic,
The joys of a really big hit.

Pain diminishing, problem finishing,
Reserves totally plundered.
I used to cope but now just hope,
There is no Kip-100.

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I've got Clusters
But a Merry Christmas to You..

And Barbara sticks the landing...the judges cards are up.....a TEN!!!!!!! ;) Luv ya Barb.

Joe