Tag Archives: #horror

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 ::


T H E R E T U R N E D

AND if the lost made their return
from soil to land and within
your life
would you — could you — accept
them back
From death to dust and an urn?

Surely first the shock and disbelief
maybe a hug if you dared — could you?
And all the adjustments you made —
evaporate!

The new lover, what say to them —
who replaced the gaping hole
within your heart?
A new baby but not from him —
what then?

the possibilities of a Return, some sweet
but mostly a hidden poison — you think
secretly.
But in the end (their end) sprang
a new possibility!

You live your life as best you can.
Especially when a lost is much to bear
and you pray — leave the lost
within the ground

…sweet love sleep sweetly unto the Light!

:: 01132016 ::


HORROR BY A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN

WHEN at night so many minutes ago
the sheets grew fire and my
heart was a furnace! I knew
a new century away from Victorian
into the beginning nuclear waste,
a span of half a life-time
that reigned Queen Victoria!
her photographs her reputation
a mirror of fear ~
And therein grew a monster of
fiction by Mary Shelly
The Modern Prometheus or
better known: Frankenstein!

:: 12172015 ::

nstein!

:: 12172015 ::


I AM MONSTER

I  see your blood within our eyes
  the beauty of a whore
gently whispering abandonment
and abusive treatment //*\\
you fueling murderous rage
inside me  and to this child
you brought into motion
 and beat me with a stick
i am the filthy mass that
     moves and speaks
  i am so unadorned
(i’ll always be your whore)
  i am unknown by mother
and father — a child of
a whore  //stoned by rocks
pulled teeth\\ and subjected
by inhumanity a perfect injustice
  i wished beauty in my life
and you cry, “Even now my blood
boils at the recollection of
this injustice” So, within my tears
and a many-fractured heart say,
“…i relieve thee, my creator…
thrust i take from thee a sight
which you abhor”
   I AM MONSTER!
:: 09172015 ::

:: 09172015 ::


MANY TIMES MORE THAN TWICE

MANY times, more than twice
I have seen,
the ghosts of family, friends,
and then some whose faces
that I did not know

Quaintly with ethereal elegance
they are silky touch, feather
breath, and opal eye
outside of the tick-tock
of father-time

It is most inappropriate to ask
of them, to state their business
or intended pleasure

Extend your politeness over scorn,
I say!


JACK’S NO FRIEND OF YOURS BUT LOVES THE COLD

WITH frosted window pane so cold to touch
Jack Frost has come to town to play
so lock your car and bar your doors
with a heart made of cold blue ice
and fingernails as sharp as knives
Jack is loose and has a grudge
The moon barren a vacant stare
bleeding flurries crimson flakes
a snow like river blood congealed
upon your steps you fear
now so near!
In suede slippers you shuffle
toward the door holding breath
and you peek thru a hole
see the cold and so much more;
It’s old man winter’s friend
who’s come to visit
No need to show him inside
a cold dark night your blood drains
away and you find he’s here
somehow someway he’s come
from beneath the floor
Jack’s no friend of yours
but loves the cold

:: 10-20-1997 (rev) ::


HEART BEATING

So reassuring is the sound
of my own heart beating
until the day i died
and now the beatings
haunt me

:: 09-13-2015 ::