Why not go a little crazy with me?

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Saving Officer Jon.

I’m standing Naked in front of the building, and they all think im mad,

The police have occupied my neighborhood the neighbors are probably glad.

The neighbors mostly ignore me until I go off the meds,

That’s when the power comes back and I rise from the dead.

I have chased off demons that would surly dine,

On the neighbors and their cats this duty is mine.

I put my Demon control on this little piece of the city,

Some say I’m bad but it’s just because they’re pretty.

They don’t understand the demons that I fight,

They are all cowards afraid of the night.

The power the demons wield is mighty indeed.

Invisible to most but no match for me.

The police all have their guns trained, ready for a fight.

They don’t know I’m immortal, something Ill prove tonight.

Officer Jon recognizes me, he knows me from before,

I was fighting a demon and I busted up a store.

He told me later that night that the demon was gone,

But I saw the demon later that night and it was in Jon.

The only way to free officer Jon from this beast

Is to reach into his chest and interrupt the feast.

I fight without armor, I left it all behind,

Naked I stand ready the demons will dine.

When the demons bite deep into my soul,

I will be blessed with wisdom and bring them under control.

Officer Jon shouts, he calls out my name,

I warn him of the demon within, he gets closer just the same.

I beg him to be brave for the fight to come,

He approaches bravely, the demon wants some.

As Jon approaches cautiously to my side,

Other officers surround me and enter the fight.

The demon lashes out for it’s first strike,

A stream of liquid demon venom robs me of my sight.

My eyes burn and fill with blood, I lose sight of Officer Jon,

I hear his voice, pushing past the pain, I know I must go on.

I lash out arms flailing trying to slay the evil creature,

A paralyzing stream of electricity is the next feature.

Oh the beast he got me good I have fallen to the ground,

John and the other officers pounce and they hold me down.

I see the creature hidden there behind Jon’s eyes.

With all my strength I break free and to everyone’s surprise.

I come up out of the pile holding someone’s gun,

I know this weapon won’t stop the demon but I’ve come too far to run.

I look I find Officer Jon again, with the demon still inside,

If I fire just right I may get this evil demons hide.

I determine the risk to officer Jon, is just too high,

This mortal weapon won’t stop a demon no matter how I try.

Maybe if I just wound Jon the demon will flee,

When it leaps from Jon’s body a powerful spirit I must be.

I am blessed with the wisdom of a thousand years,

It comes to me through the gas and the bloody tears.

I must die to fight this demon so my spirit can prevail,

My mother screams in agony but it’s to no avail.

I raise the gun knowing the officer’s aim is true,

Before I go I yell to Officer Jon “I will save you.”

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  • Debra. on Jul 8, 2009

    Very entertaining and enjoyable piece! I love the dark stuff.

  • RS Wing on Jul 8, 2009

    You have the rhythms of a poet for sure. This piece is cool. Is it based on any particular event or happening within your life?

  • J L Williams on Jul 8, 2009

    You keep the rhyming quick and concise, which generates a healthy pace as each devilish line flows into the next. Highly enjoyable…and very apt pictures I might add

  • BradONeill on Jul 8, 2009

    This was not based on an event in my life. It was inspired by an incident were a policemen recently tasered and accidentally killed a naked lunatic standing on a building. Unfortunately the officer ended up killing himself out of guilt over the incident. A lot of the thoughts of the hero in the story are based on a conversation I had with a man I used to work with who suffered from what I believe was severe Schizophrenia. My meaning of life story also tapped into conversations I had with that gentleman.

  • Brenda Nelson on Jul 8, 2009

    Glad you shared the story of the inspiration. Poor officer, that is so wrong. I know sometimes they have no choice, especially when dealing with somebody who has lost control. poor guy.

  • irishpen on Jul 14, 2009

    I enjoyed this more than you will know~~~~~

  • Littlekid137 on Jul 14, 2009

    Great story of inspiration!!

  • Ginky Binks on Jul 18, 2009

    First, thanks for the comment, I’d be a man and blow the buggers if I wasn’t a woman.

    I like this.

    Ginks :)

  • Mikayla on Jul 18, 2009

    I don’t understand why you would taser someone who was clearly not a threat or trying to get away..perhaps Officer Jon was extremely stressed and over-worked..he didn’t make the best decision but then we’re only human. You have recounted the events of this story in an imaginative, ‘archaic’ sort of a way..I call it poetry in rhythm..nice one Brad.

  • Tremell Datoine on Nov 23, 2009

    Good work, I’m not easily ‘creeped out’ but you drew me in and made me feel the distorted view of the speaker. I like this!

  • cafftee on Nov 23, 2009

    Good poem, great story. Its got a good flow and is a gripping tale. Forgive me, but its lovely rhyming scheme means that I couldn’t help wishing it had a perfect regular meter throughout.

  • Spiritt on Aug 13, 2011

    Gosh, I thought I read this before. Hmm guess not. It was very good, Captain Donut.

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