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I like watching those tiny tots at the beach. It’s kind of listening to the ballads. Like the slow build up when someone strums up, They come, holding on to the li’l finger of Parents or rather these days Mostly,
We who are born in our minuscule cradle in the cosmos see monsters. We see monsters in our cradle having been born with us. We see monsters coming at us from below. We see monsters in the great beyond. We
When black ink spills across the sky The time when ravens roam the heavens When the mythical beast gobbles up the sun Robbing me of the light I need to survive It becomes too dark for my preference. Pitch-black, that
Life….This is not a fairy tale that we all dream of, fantasize or speculate it to be. Nobody promises us that, not even God. Life is an amalgamation, of those really fantastic, fanciful, sometimes phenomenal, remarkably awesome days and of
Deathly silence enveloped the vicinity As tears welled in every eye Stirred every heart,soul and mind That photograph and that beautiful face Thrown out of existence By inexplicable desire and malevolence Now cast a ghostly radiance In the light of
(A collaboration with Gene) In dark melancholy’s mire a heart’s forlorn canoe paddles through the dense grief floating on the surface clutching like vines, sticks like Val Des ooze, pulling me under. Listening to the ghostly music coming from the
What fear grasps the heart of this child of eight? Greater it is than the imagined monsters which stir in the closet during the still of night. More terror filled than the creäture which lurks beneath his castle bed. More
Part 1 – Us A connection, telepathy sometimes. Cup of tea, cup of coffee. Helping hand, kind assurance. Pat on the back, kiss on the lips. You and me and complete loss of words. There’s something between us. A touch
O you men, The monsters, You were sent for protection, For God’s beautiful creation, You were sent to safeguard, The chastity and honour, You were sent to love, The beauty and perfection, Of Eves’ daughter, But, The adrenaline which provided
The days descended inhaling goodness Smothering Murderous Diseased and dark Mankind swallowed down the perverse evil and sickened Desperate for the emotions once felt No longer remembered That will once more warm and quicken Dead jaded hearts, The world was
So many nightmares too many nights where I’ve woken gasping grabbing at something anything to tether me to reality to prove I’m no longer dreaming knowing I’ll soon have to fall asleep again slipping back into the grasp of rapists,
we are but humans spring-sing soft stars of simple dimples and happy rhymes cold-hold cast figures of quick kisses and broken unbrokens of up-eyes and down-feet-fear of hearts and heads and faces and feathers and scream-dreams and teen-dreams and mean-dreams
Prevaricated Forth Write Declaration! As most every girl and boy taught back in the day, or more recently going to Zerns, a golden age of story telling, when rapt listening ears willingly leant eager attention to a riveting speaker such
They say forget thy beloved, My heart knows not anyone else, Death separates body from breath, Men forsake their God for earthly pleasures, Clouds hide the morning sun, Darkness conceals evil deeds, But this heart, can’t breathe not without you,
The mindless monsters of darkness have bared their faces in naked daylight; With the poison of wasps in their bleeding lips, they have concealed their hate under the tattered veils of empty religion. These ravenous wolves have thumped through a
The grey-haired die of hunger, the children’s’ store full of food, While still breasting, death snatches her mom, She faces the wrath of her step-mother, what crime is she paying for? While still nurturing her infant, the shadow snatches her
The mindless monsters of darkness have bared their faces in naked daylight; With the poison of wasps in their bleeding lips, they have concealed their hate under the tattered skin of empty religion. These ravenous wolves have thumped through a
I’m a prisoner -A prisoner of my mind. I can’t be free. I can’t be me. Locked in by anxiety, interrogated by insecurity, and depression is barricading the door. With no room to breathe, I can feel my lungs collapse
The setting sun had kindled the sky with oranges and reds Wobbling her way through the tactless crowd was a demure girl Avoiding the condescending eyes of the monsters upon her she tried to escape from the brutal reality Yet
I’m sorry, but, ghosts are not scary. They live inside me. They live inside you. And without realizing, they consume us whole Of course, they are here to destroy But the destruction..? It’s so silent And silence, so to say,
The kitchen staff left a slice of cake out. all the while, stacking chairs on tables, scraping the grill, through the ravenous inhale of the vacuum cleaner, it sits like an unscaled peak framed in the lights of the pass-through.
How can a lie make the whole world cry, yet they claim there is nothing to see, where nefarious knaves and the covetous crave beneath covers so stealthily, free? No thought for the plebs as they weave dangerous webs in
When darkness comes to town Fond memories die Pathways crumble away The world becomes a shadow When darkness comes to town Your worst monsters rise Demons wreak havoc Souls tremble in fear When darkness comes to town Screams fade to
Soaring above, around the clouds, I feel surrounded by thought bubbles. Such a fascinating sight, My imagination takes flight. Few trying to race, While the pretty ones just laze. From up above, a frilly floor, From below, heavenly ceiling decor.
She wants to be remembered, A chant, a whisper, a name, She thinks to herself that if she really shut her eyes, Would the world notice she is gone? All the she hears are raindrops against the roof The rustling
The screams became louder, and he grew darker. Money which we call a sign of progress took its way through under table, The day rape victim was ashamed of herself, humanity went unstable. But let’s not focus about us because
Outside not a breath of air stirs. Heat, a shimmering wall, Rises from the blacktopped circular drive. Sprinklers spray, and Water sweeps in waves Splashing on red-flowering bottlebrush shrubs That hummingbirds love so well. Inside are comfortable chairs and couches
she’s all alone again just a moment composing herself without a mirror tremors in her chest her rib cage trying to collapse upon her heart the first one – years distant was her grandfather on the carpeted steps next to
Love, what a beautiful addiction. Drug, with no prescription. Throughout life it is used, limits easily abused. Aroma, oh so sweet. Looks, sometimes a cheat. Yet, we take what we can get. Our greatest asset. With drugs come side effects:
Take two conditions. Place them facing each other. Join them at the tip. Make another similar pair. Place it adjacent To the previous pair. Join at the base. Then connect both the tips By placing another condition, On the top.
It rained all night. Heaving up the dawn immaculately, at my window the lake crashed on white sands. A lone tree smelt of mist and grief. A fury had submerged a road leading to a forgotten childhood. Knives and pins
LIFE!! Is four letter words The most precious of all gifts……Priceless! All the earth riches could not afford Fragile, our very existence is gambled. LOVE!! is a four lettered word The greatest feeling of all…..Magic! To the lucky ones who