Witness to the Cruelty

The dog is screaming
And the master just lets it go on
The dog is dying
But the master’s heart is gone

The dog is bleeding
While the master only looks down
The dog is crying pleading
But the master is a punk bitch clown

The master loves his image
He loves for his animal to have game
But he doesn’t have to have any
He doesn’t even have to use his brain

The dog is paying the full price
For the master not having any feelings
All the master loves is his adrenalin
Pumping and his senses reeling

The master gets all the credit
While the dog looks up into his eyes
But all he sees in his master
Are shallow self indulgent evil lies

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****

The dog is bleeding bleeding
While the master only looks down
The dog is crying pleading
But the master is punk bitch clown

****
****

It ought to be the so called master
That gets his throat ripped out
Dog fighters are among the lowest of the low
And of that there is no doubt





Neils
6:36 pm
01/10/2008
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transcribed this time
6:43 pm
01/10/2008



N.....again

A mouthy little boy toy

You need a buttstroke to the face
You need a swift kick in the guts
You need a fist to the groin
You need your head shoved up your butt

You need your attitude adjusted
You're such a pathetic worthless wimp
You need a journey to the Middle East
You need to be sold to a Syrian pimp

What a gutless wonder
What a mouthy little boy toy
You deserve the fires of Hell
For your small self indulgent joy

You speak of young brave men
And know not of the roads they've walked
You're nothing but an empty shell
Who thinks they've said something

Because they opened their mouth and talked



Neils
6:22 pm
12/15/2007
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transcribed this time
6:27 pm
12/15/2007



N....again

You try to give them a chance....Till you just have to punch their literary teeth out and break their pop corn back bones

You deserve a beat down

A blanket party and a
Foot locker to fall over
Mr rocket car driver and
The world is all flowers and clover

What a punked out bitch
You've turned out to be
Even if you were anything before
All you are now is a used to be

Quite your whining and crying
Neal Young ain't gonna be your friend
How does it feel to live in a world
Completely built around pretend

Cole Porter was in the French Foreign Legion
Jimi Hendrix was Airborne and didn't sing rap
You on the other hand seem to hope against hope
You can slip by with your sing songy soft pedaled crap

Wake up and quit bein the organ grinders monkey
Quit trying to placate the ship of fools request
Some where Some how in Some way you've forgotten
Where to go deep inside to step forth with your best

I bet you can't even name one guy who isn't a lame ass
Who isn't an over self involved hollowed imitation man
What are you gonna do take the so called slide ride
And then and only then on your last day and last breath

Try to do the best you can



Neils
10:48 pm
09/03/2007
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transcribed this time
10:56 pm
09/03/2007



N......again

Bravo Bravo

You never stood up for nuthin

You never stood up for your nation
You never stood up for your race
You were born with a set of cotton balls
No guts and no desire to merge with grace

You were clever with your words
They never touched either blood or bone
When ever a brother ever needed another
You were always proud to stand alone

You believed in contrived connections
You taught nothing of substance or stone
You had all the faith of a false tale teller
For your sins of omissions you never atoned

Oh you were smart enough to give lip service
To look another seriously in the eye
To say that you finally understood your real teacher
Never told you or lived as an example a lie

But those were just conveniences
Something that slipped easily off the tongue
Like the skill you had long ago learned
Long ago when we were all strong and young

But you seemed to meet every test
With a side step a put off or a slide
But neither intellectual acumen or
Protected surroundings forever gets a free ride

Do you remember anything you’ve said
Do you remember any vows that you have taken
Do you remember any chances you’ve been given
Or have you just done your walk away fade

And left them all forsaken

Do you remember sitting on that porch
That wintry day at the Ave B cafe
Do you remember the words
Stand up for the truth

Or have you
Still got nuthin to say




Neils
7:37 pm
07/24/2007

You need to wake up

You need to wake up

To a boot in your face
To a fist in your gut
To being slammed on the ground
To somebody kicking your butt

You're irritating and simpering
You're petty and bed wetty
You need a claymore good morning
And to step on a bouncing betty

You need your knees broken
Your head stomped in
You need a left to the throat
And and a right to the chin

Shut up with your cry baby
Version of the world
You can't even toss your
Hat in the ring.....

Without throwin it like a girl



Neils
5:04 pm
07/21/2007
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transcribed this time
5:07 pm
07/21/2007



N.....again

How nice it is to attack

By always being the one who's insulted
Somehow slighted somehow hurt
How convenient justification slides off
The tongue when it snakes out

To dish its dirt






Neils
2:03 am
03/26/2007

A Broken Back

Another explanation
Another whacked out crack
At another creation

Another infected wound
Bleeding on your shirt
How impolite
And who cares if you're hurt

Can't you shut up
Don't you know by now
We're never given in
Till completely overpowered somehow

Then I'll be on your side
Then I always was
Then I'll finally get it
And you'll be the newest buzz

Come on and be my teacher
I Know you're not a saint
But why be so unmerciful
Can't you show some self restraint

For my malignant narcissism
For my rule by power
Aren't the iris's beautiful
Underneath the prisoners tower

I've protected you and loved you
I've forgiven all your sins
Now the least you can do for me
Is to bend enough to be a friend

Maybe then I'd trust you
Maybe if you'd just learn to compromise
You wouldn't have that look you do
When people look you in the eyes

Neils
1:36 am
05/05/2003
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transcribed this time
7:31 pm
11/03/2006

N.....again

THE DIRTY LITTLE SECRET

THE DIRTY LITTLE SECRET IS
NOT SO SECRET

You're an idiot

You're a control freak and a whiner
All rolled up into one
Somehow somebody sold you
On how you get things done

You think by twisting and turning
And spinning on petty detail
You’re showing how brilliant you are
But you’re coming off weak and pale

You’re an odd combination of arrogance
And impudence speaking as one voice
It’s like you’re trapped by your obsession
And intensity of direction is your only choice

You don’t slow down enough to think
You can’t feel anything but your pride
I can sense the collector coming for you
And wait till you see the price to pay

When you think you're owed a free ride





Neils
10:47 pm
10/05/2006
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transcribed this time
11:01 pm
10/05/2006


N.....again

Four Questions

Four Questions in search
Of a realization

Do you realize you incite to riot
Provoke to an extreme
The urge that rises up inside
To make your blood flow like a stream

Do you realize your inner compass
Does not know North from South
But maybe that could be corrected
With a two by four to the mouth

Do you realize you're suicidal
And socially suck to the core
And mostly you come off as a
Cross between a whore and a bore

Do you realize your moral equivolency
And knee jerk urge to appease
Is just adding to the speed of the re-bar
That is headed toward your knees


Neils
9:08 am
09/04/2006
*
standard disclaimer as to
intending no "real" violence
by this arrangement of words
at this time
*
transcribed this time
9:37 am
09/04/2006

N.....again

It doesn't

It doesn't make any difference
What any of the others do

The soul in your heart is enough
The sun in the sky is enough
Sometimes it is through tears
That we see who it is that's tough

And sometimes it's the flowers
That hold their head up in the rain
And sometimes it is grace itself
That lifts us up from this life's pain

Sometimes memories go clear
And a clean light comes shining through
Sometimes it is to the whole of the world
When we say to a single person

I love you



Neils
11:05 pm
08/08/2006
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transcribed this time
10:16 am
08/13/2006


N.....again

She had a streak of violence in her

That took on aspects of a freight train
Or a leopard hunting at night
Or an owl striking silently in the forest
What ever it took to win the fight

She moved with swift decisive deliberation
She could angle in the from the side
Or do a direct all out frontal assault
It was best not to perch on a pedestal of pride

While she was in the area
Sharpening her knives or cleaning her guns
She did not like nancy fancy pants boys
And beat them up just for fun

She liked to wear leather and latex
She gleamed exertion’s sweat
Her eyes shone with intensity and focus
She collected hard on overdue debts

And

Actually it gave her an over all erotic tone
She paid her dues to know her own mind
She walked with confidence and purpose
But even when still you just knew she was

One of the dangerous kind



Neils
11:08 am
08/12/2006
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transcribed this time
11:44 am
08/12/2006


N....again

Speaking of disgusting

Slobs like you always think you can push
Always think you can sneer and shove
Always think you can get away with
Some sleight of hand and degrading love

You just want to be irritating and demeaning
You don't ever expect a return attack
You always want to keep it petty and bed wetty
Or else you'll whine and come around the back

You're a gutless wonder a nothing
A never was and never ever will be
It's not my fault you don't have the courage
To open your eyes and honestly see



Neils
9:29 pm
08/10/2006
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transcribed this time
11:14 am
08/12/2006


N.....again

Doctor.....cure thyself

Isn't it time for you

To stick a gun in your mouth
Or at least jump off a roof
There must be some way for you
To get a glimpse at the truth

Perhaps a shotgun
Put firmly under the chin
Would give you access to
Curt Corbain's last grin

Maybe some sleeping tablets
And a bottle of old rye
Anything to get you out of
This life you live as a lie

Maybe a hot shot of heroin
You could go as a rock star
Anything at all to get beyond
Who you sadly pathetically are

How about a razor blade
And a slash across the wrists
In a tub of hot water
And a suicide note that insists

That you are not an idiot
A worthless doctor a hack
Who isn't merely mistaken
But actually doesn't know jack




Neils
9:18 pm
08/10/2006
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transcribed this time
9:22 pm
08/10/2006


N.....again

She sat down before the overflowing toilet

She sat down before the overflowing toilet
And got herself ready for lunch

She had a big spoon in her back pocket
She had a sanitary napkin tucked under her chin
She looked around her new makeshift diner
And grinned a big ol sh*t eating grin

Because she knew she had it all now
She had daring arrogance and panache
She was the upper crust of elitist defeatists
She was the queen of walking talking trash

No longer just a randumb incident
She was part of life's big suck cess pool
Specifically reserved for the porcelain faithful
She wasn't just another mere regular fool

She basked in all her glory as the
Overhead heater came on glowing red
It helped ripen up all the fumes she drew in
Through her nostrils and through out her head

She had a lust for this type behavior
She wasn't ever going to be held back
She saw the Islamo Fascists thugs mugging
And knew just who to back stab and attack

As she kept repeating the dry statistical numbers
Of the American forces killed in action
Swearing all the time she was for peace of course
Oh but how she loved her perceived slimy traction

****
****

At being beyond all questioning
And definitely out of reach of any doubt
She knew exactly what she was doing
She knew what it was all about

As she gorged down knowing it would
Maker her a remarkable unmistakable winner
Matter of fact to her it felt so right
She kept right on till it was time for dinner

And then kept going for more
And more and more




Neils
11:20 am
08/01/2006
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transcribed this time
9:12 am
08/02/2006


N....again

Some observations

Some observations
Suggestions and questions

What a loser you've always been...
Get a set of diapers and knee pads
Sit up and watch ol Michael Moore movies
Follow all the latest whiney gutless fads

Till you drop down dead in the dirt
And finally turn into worm food
You worship the babble of rabble
It's no wonder you're totally screwed

Your life is wasted empty hours
Your head is filled with delusions
You've got nothing to offer because
Your mind only wanders in confusion

What beast have you ever faced
What mountain have you ever climbed
What inner fear have you ever conquered
Why have you done on this earth

With your time



Neils
10:15 am
07/12/2006
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transcribed this time
12:08 pm
07/12/2006


N....again

You and your kind

You and your kind
You haven’t got what it takes

You haven't got what it takes
To cross the rivers
You don't have any rocky crevices
On which you've cut your time

You just want to pretend you're not
A taker but a giver
You don't want to deeply commit
With body spirit and mind

You're empty promise and imitation
You're the hollow empty shell
You peck around the edges of creation
And softly sneak around Freedoms bell

You accuse with a reptiles tongue
You ankle bite and run away
But when turned and faced directly
Suddenly you have nothing to say


Neils
9:31 pm
06/28/2006
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transcribed this time
9:34 pm
06/28/2006


N....again

Till time is no more

Till time is no more

I do seem to find myself in a world at times where people
Are more concerned with image rather than ability
I do seem to find myself in situations where the focus
Leans more toward what it looks like than a true desire to see

I work hard everyday to distinguish between those
Who would but use my time till time is no more
I am looking for in my searching exchanges something
That will leave both parties a little less poor

In body spirit or mind there is a core
A center that can humble the strongest of strong
Nobody finds their way in this world without somewhere
Having to admit down the line they were wrong

And I still do when the circumstances come to bear
I will however honor truth and courage over falsity and pride
And I will stand on my principals and speak my mind
Frankly I don't even think I can remember

How to hide


Neils
10:27 pm
06/26/2006
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transcribed this time
7:53 am
06/28/2006


N....again

The challenge stands

Accusations
Fake apologies
And yet....

The challenge stands

Oh yeah
You're lying prostrate and back pedaling profusely now
Genuflecting and taking back what you proclaimed
Were truthful assertions from you and your fellow sacred cows

But still with the back hand at the compliment ready
Still with the jilted tilted slight thin lipped sneer
Still with the no thunder under the breath utterances
Because arrogance won't allow you to admit to your fear

That's why you said everybody cringed when I came in
You said it like Holy victim hood was your sacred shield
You are so used to your race baiter traitor hustle
And sliding away by using the tactical temporary yield

But not this time this time here it is out in the open
This time you have to live out here in public view
This time it's not some clique’s secret bag of tricks
This time it has to be the one and only you

So bring on what you've got use your influence
Bring in the city’s stand up self proclaimed best
Let's see what you've got when nobody has to
Pass through your intentionally demeaning tests

Border security is one of the most important issues
Of this nation and its citizens’ life and times
Why don't all of you and all the sycophants
Of the self appointed and self anointed

Step forth and speak your minds




Neils
10:05 am
06/25/2006
*
this was a response to one of the
"cool kids" from the local scene here is
San Antonio. It is from a discussion
on the Matt.org site.

"Mexicans and Texans Talking"....
And ohhh yeahhh they're pretending as hard
as they can they're all unbiased but
in their best of section of course
they have NO ONE from the
Anti Illegal Alien Invasion
point of view front and center....

transcribed this time
11:06 am
06/26/2006


N....again

The truth

The truth

The truth is in my heart
The truth is in my steel
The truth is in my mind
And is what makes me real

I don't need a baby bottle
I don't need kool aid drinks
Or any Jim Jones wanna be's
To tell me how to think



Neils
7:02 pm
05/31/2006
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transcribed this time
3:37 am
06/01/2006


N.....again

Dare

Dare to be specific and clear
If you desire to be understood
Implication and light indication
Have their place as both should

But at some point we must
Dare to be specific and clear
Dare to speak plainly
As to what is

Our purpose here




Neils
9:11 pm
05/28/2006
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transcribed this time
9:35 pm
05/28/2006


N.....again