Ricocheting Regrets

Ricocheting Regrets

Sadness in My Positivity 

Dark and Twisted

Contemporary Poetic Short Stories

with Sparks of Life hacks

Tap deeper, into your inner most

subconscious......

Joseph Batte

Copyright © 2016 Joseph Batte

All Rights Reserved

To Grace

And all dark twisted sarcastic souls

Preface

Sadness struck, positivity and joy,

I delightfully chanted

Enough was enough, fate sprung,

Swinging my soul, on an enchanted scarecrow

Owned by forefathers of time

Misery, sorrow, and darkness;

I blocked out of life

For more than two decades:

Escalated and converged

Shattering a wall,

I built with schools of differing thoughts

A healing power of walking away,

I once knew of, echoed through cries,

Trapped and buried at a distance

Comforting foremothers of nature,

Were on a vacation

For so long, I was stuck in-between:

A past and a present

A bad joke, with already ran out luck, I was

I thought, I controlled my destiny,

But I never planned for fate

Self-pity of regrets,

I twiddled to places for years

Violently ricocheted, through revolving sadness

Tangled in tormented positivity,

I claimed, to own.

Joseph Batte [@bttjoseph #ricochetingregrets]

Life Hunted...

Contents

Part I

Rocking Devil

Recurring Dream End

Cadaver Architect

Elite Researcher’s Cry

Perverted Dead

Raveled Nativity

Part II

Who to Blame?

Rendered Life

Risen Sights

Ripped Minds

Tangled Fate

Doomed Haven

Part III

Questioned Humanity

Tortured Sexuality

Thoughts on a Wheel

A Cyclist’s Dilemma

Screwed Life Designs

Architect’s Paragon

Part IV

Frozen Hell

Rebounding Fate

Roulette, with a Reaper

Dreaded Obsession

Century Perception

A Human, I was

Next Adventurous Peek ...

About the Author:

Part I

TRAPPED IN GREATNESS....

Rocking Devil

LIFE IS BLISSFUL AND charming, when staring

At something one truly adores and loves

Effortless hope and inspiration, are provided

One is equipped with motivation,

To carry on a task, they never thought they could

Strength felt, is well gathered

And momently up to full capacity

One nodes: All is well, and all is fine

At peace, one gracefully smiles and laughs

A feeling, for so long, I logged on, and waited for

I knew a day and time were to arrive

It wouldn’t matter, and I wouldn’t mind

Where it all came from, or who arrived

All I ever needed, was I

To become whole again, a human, and a great one

Faithfulness, worthiness, and trust, I lost before

Could be restored, through a revelation

I had to be patient, and wait a little longer

Unfortunately, hours and days bet I out,

They were both longer than before

Unexpected days seemed to be added

It was a whole new calendar system

Did Mayans screw up again?

I wasn’t sure any more, how long I could hold on

But one thing I was sure of,

Something was to come

.  .  .  .

Spirits and wines, filled my days

Dark and strong, on rocks, is how I loved it

Vision was crowded, with regrets I knew

Escalating through a future

A future I prepared and worked hard for

The future, was smudged with white dust

Falling from skies, even on sunny days

The future I prepared for, was not any good

Not even close, to anything I imagined

Too hard I memorized and recited, all was in vain

My future now, relied on something, something,

I had no idea of what it could be, or look like

This time, I downgraded my hopes and thoughts

Expectations, were seized and banished

The worst, I expected, yet I kept positive

Being happy, was a saddest lie, I ever told

It still hunts I, even though decades,

Have rolled, and echoed through a past

Time came, a moment of truth

With no lies or sweet talking, smothering I

I was tired of waiting, after all,

There was nothing else to lose

.  .  .  .

Bombarding rhythmic quaking voices 

Rose from sides, occupying an atmosphere

Gracefulness occurred, with nearby trees

Swaying gently, in rhythm

Finally, an hour arrived, no more waiting

A dramatic, but spectacular entrance occurred

Its eyes, were filled with tormenting hope

Astonishing beauty, with a crooked smile

It glazed back at I

Small words, it whispered through winds

They were words of encouragement,

Filled with wisdom, and polished with passion

Enlightened and calm, my beloved lost soul felt

It was all coming back again

Bits of excitement, I briefly cherished

My eyes, became full, and watery

It was totally different than before

Tears were wet, and not dry

I could feel the tears forming a river

A river running from a source, to an outlet

There, they came to rest, quietly

All was good, all was well

Happiness elevated

Motivation, I experienced and witnessed,

Every time, I came in proximity, with its shadows

In every step it took, a new fresh start, awaited

It was,

A Rocking Devil,

I encountered, and rescued I

.  .  .  .

So blessed I was, on a day we met

With wide opened arms, the Rocking Devil

Invited I into its Persian decorated chambers

A wet hug, and soft cheek kisses planted gently,

I received upon arrival, into the chambers

Very comforting, I warmly felt

I had just been welcomed, by a devil

Though tempting, it wasn’t your usual devil

But, one of a kind, different than what our forefathers

And sorcerous ever predicted, or anticipated

Our foremothers, never took part

This should have been my very first warning

A Rocking Devil, it was, and I interacted with

I have to admit, it was a good encounter

A better feeling, than what I highly expected

For a second time, true happiness flooded my body

Accompanied with an orgasmic twitch of thoughts 

Worries I had, sailed far away; out of reach

I saw the tip of my nose, I sadly caressed it

To ensure, it belonged to I

There was no point, I could no longer feel much

Feelings I had, were turned off and abandoned

A life I was destined to, was no ordinary one

Events which occurred, and I experienced,

Were different than those of other human species

A special kind of twisted human, I was

This is how it had to be

I desperately logged on for a change

I kept saying to myself

Everything happens for a reason

A stupid old time saying, occupying

Free space, that wasn’t truly free

I later had to pay in tokens, tokens of evil deeds

All this, I had to put aside,

I was in the Rocking Devil’s Chambers

.  .  .  .

Black roses, I sniffed, covered entrance

Of the Rocking Devil’s chamber

I had seen very enticing roses before,

Roses healthily grown and well maintained

But these were different: strangely beautiful,

With a unique pageant appearance, at home, I felt

In the center, the Rocking Devil stood

One leg front, and another slightly to the back

Sluttily dressed, with daring pleasure sparks

Indeed, it was worth a wait

No more boring days, awaited my soul

Souls often uttered out unforgettable days,

This was mine, a day I could remember

In great details, of everything which occurred

I had entered its chambers, but that wasn’t,

The only thing, I could be entering on that day

I needed a little bit, of a Rocking Devil in I

Since there is no forever

Yes, it is approved,

And certified through rocking ages:

Everything falls apart, moving closer to extinction

I couldn’t waste any more time

Too long I walked in a dark atmosphere alone

Whatever decision my eyes made, my brains,

Thoughts and the rest of the body

Were more than willing, to back them up

That day, marked a new chapter of a book

I was later on, to live, embrace and regret

A Rocking Devil, had welcomed I,

Into a place, where its panties lived!

.  .  .  .

Recurring new seasons came, sowing occurred

Harvesting giants arrived, yields were counted,

And profits were shared

Here I sat, crossing my fingers and toes

Looking for nutritional facts, on a tequila bottle

Recapturing a past, long gone

I still felt it

Deep within I, crushing my poor bones

Lasting impressions, it left

I wished it was forever, and it never let go

I felt my full potential, and new challenges

I was determined, to take on and smash

A sludge hummer, was of no use, my hands

Were well equipped and strengthened

Effects of the wet hug, from the Rocking Devil

Began unveiling: slowly, steadily, and persistently

Another eleventh hour, was approaching

I knew well, I had been here before

Except this time, it was all different

I had a genuine smile on my face

With my eyes tweaking back and forth

My soul and heart, were restored as I expected

By a devil, and not any kind of devil,

A rocking one

Applauds of great thanks, be to the Rocking Devil,

I was a human, with a smile, and whole again

To the Rocking Devil, I glorified and praised

.  .  .  .

Tingling whispers, from the Rocking Devil

To present day, continue, to inspire a true smile

On my face, even though, thousands of miles apart

Its name healed sorrow, misery, regrets

And ruined wishes, I had in my aches

Little did I know,

The Rocking Devil, slowly took over my life

Control of a long lost begotten life, I regained

The Rocking Devil, recaptured and held,

Above my dangling stranded weak body

My life was on a horizontal shredded loop,

With edges bulged out, and a center too far

I still looked up to it: the Rocking Devil

Not because it was a few inches taller than I

But the Rocking Devil, had amazing sexy,

And intelligent friends, in higher places

Motivated, the Rocking Devil was

With a well-organized,

And focused point of view, of its surroundings

Indeed, it was one of a kind: very calm, serious,

Bold, blunt, intelligent, and worst of all

Brilliant brains, it owned

I occasionally lost my thoughts, in its arms

So it smacked I, with reason and logic

I smiled, life was wonderful and great

I never wanted to leave, but,

Its time was over

The Rocking Devil, had to leave

.  .  .  .

Thoughts about the amazing and spectacular,

Rocking Devil, roll through my brains

Nights in and night outs, for the days,

I borderline having seizures, and blacking out

I admired it in everything: ways, style, minds,

Wisdom, and more so, a rocking outline

Though reality was sprinkled with glitter,

The truth remained the same: perverted as always

The Rocking Devil, possessed:

Twisted styles