Tag Archives: #horror

INVISIBLE AND BROKEN

INVISIBLE and broken
are we
unknown to our own kind
are we
indefensible and ruined
are we

Our life is mystery
Our life is heartbreak
Our life is evil
Our life is worst off

together
so broken
and shameless

No heartbeat between us
divided between day & night
gazing from the gutter
of a private dark heaven
is our life

Getting closer to god
Getting closer to life
Getting closer to meaning

it will never be
it can never be
forever stalking
those unlike you and me

We are the creatures
of the Night.

:: 09-29-2018 ::


I HEARD YOU CRY IN TERROR

THESE terrors squeezing life
the unraveling || greatly suffers
a crying child with tremors and
mobbing monsters walking
with shadows || when your mind
is struck in terror like this
aaagh! Save the angels but
forget me –brave the light of
day where terror shows it’s face
{gripping the throat} is the greatest
horror of all __i am a madman bleeding eyes shut
and acrylic paints the INK the most!
Tyrant! Is fear the most!

:: 09-17-2018 ::


FLAT SHADOWS

i birthed one of my famous dreams
last night and invited the
whole town. every inconsiderate
thought came and the flat shadows
of my dearest fears.
the Child with no face on the sidewalk
outlines in broad strokes
Despair. a piece of dove of peace
smothered in regrets on a wooden table
served on a terrace of blinding terror.
only the smallest of facts carry
the greatest stories of which this one
is condemned to 3 o’clock each mourning.
before heaven awakens.
before sizzling strains
of gravity prove awakened
minds are too heavy.
as the rest of the town hides everywhere
that sanity has escaped i press
hard into my eyes by thumbs to forget.
manifested dreams is a sidecar
of my mental vehicle. again at sunrise
to find that one last star yet devoured
by daylight. a wish upon that remaining
survivor — allow this to be me!

:: 09-10-2018 ::


ACT (of) ONE

THE curtains open to broken applause
an audience of great mystery
i cannot see their faces
nor their eyes
my Usher flees me!
And Time, the soliloquy
for Thespian lies
with each act an act of Life
and props on spot
for dramatic plots
Agh! my lines evade me!
Evade me for all i am
worthless within my House
of Theater:

The Absurd
The Humour
The Horror
The Love

of tears of joy of laughter
of sorrow of broken lines
upon my heart
upon my face
within the glass
upon the shattered floor

AND within the miles of aisles
of faceless witness
my lines flee me!
Within and without such cosmic shatter
an audience so abstract is my life
an Act (of) One.

:: 08-19-2018 ::


LYCANTHROPIC ME


Sometimes & Only a Few Times

Sometimes and only a few times (this week) the tears just leak and fall everywhere I am.

My head does not have a heart and my heart does not have a mind ~ do you ever wonder
if others are afflicted, too?            By this bizarre physiological aliment called sensitivity.
[this morning my air mattressed — regretting that allowing my weight to burden
-it has a leak too, you see i sold my real bed and the women who had once
sleepy-hungryTime’d with me there)

AND; (thank you) I dug that hole over there by that imaginary oak tree which sits
beneath a bruised blue languishingly beautiful cloud;

within i have placed everything i am.
Last night by the full moon and my secret (but I shall only tell you) friend. She is
the ball of bountiful light and alive and hums in vibrant tones and she is now our
private secret
we covered the box with mother earth’s blessings and slept there. Growth is
2 parts terror and 3/4th’s pain //wishing it was never a scream that awoke me but
a tender kissed wish-made true )( winds are that thing
you feel when you lose a NothingMatteredAnyWho-thing.

And those boxed deeds me, my friend (and you Now…now now) planted have grown into
every shapedGhostBreathing debt-turned-gold.

The s p a c e s b e t w e e n w o r d s a r e t h e t r u e
m e s s a g es w a i t i n g t o b e e x p r e s s e d /i love you.

:: 06-30-2018 ::


SHADOW TOWARDS THE LIGHT

i hear a shadow walking towards the light
in all amazement i feel tonight is the
deepest of all the darkness

and in all the suffocating intention
i miss the sun but love the moon
its everything i was raised for this night

i was snared when so ruined
begged forgiveness but knew
there’d be no mercy for what
was brewing

One thing is holy
among the ruin
one thing is evil
among the beauty

And i’ll tell you
over lunch tonight

I’ll show you love
I’ll show you ruin
I’ll show you heartache
in all that’s brewing
within me this night //

:: 05-30-2018 ::


DRINK THE GOD JUICE

DOUR skies slipping by
and i’m drinking a bit
of that God Juice
and mama said there’d be
these days somewhere
along my path o’life
but i’m gonna drop that
devil and his wicked
truth sandwich’d between
his lying teeth

Oh yeah mama
speaking truth ~

and where’s the sane world
oh yeah oh hell oh my o’my
and the world’s sprayed
crisscrossed across the sky
aerosol demon cinema snuff
telemetry overload death
and i’m gonna go sleep
under that tree

and no need for sympathy
or tears for all this horror
cause i’m drinking a bit
of that God Juice to make
it all right all right
Alright;

its a tough bitch to see
all the horror in the
light of day!

:: 05-26-2018 ::


In a Land by The Yard

In a land by the yard
by the yard of bones
is the truth a terrible
truth grinning beneath
the trees

A finger points up
and toward the Gods;
dying laughter screaming
‘they are all the children
without a hope’

and so it goes…

all across
the ruins the mighty ruins
of fallen minds
as sharp as sharp
as the edge of town

a horror in the day
in the light of day
tears of joy streamin’
as a fat man sings,
it’s the serial killer

called

“Pogo the Clown.”

:: 04-29-2018 ::


Thimble & Needle

Thimble and needle hear

my words

you’re too busy these days

to love

I’ve followed you through

and through

the toughest patches of life

and now my thread

has grown too thin

And we’ll never survive

never survive never survive

the stitching of our hearts

Paper, rock and scissors

needles, pins and threader

rulers of horror measure

the terror of my nightmare

as I watch the needle

of your busy work pierce

the tissue of my heart

I’ll never survive

never survive the sowing

of the madness

that’s your mind

:: 04-21-2018 ::