Raining Reign
© 2010
Under reign,
The thunder and rain
Clapped against the tattered roof.
They apologized for the intrusion,
With admitted confusion,
And then continued to remain aloof.
No Innuendo
© 2010
Where do you stand, dear boy,
Where do you rest?
And what's that in your hand, a toy?
Oh, my son, give it a rest!
Leave it alone, dear boy,
And stop touching her breast!
Time
© 2008
I won't let you walk so far away
Without taking your soul down away;
Now it's time.
I'm starting to get nervous now.
If you stay quiet and don't scream now,
I might just give you a bone.
The Bridesmaid's Clothes
© 2010
The bridesmaid's clothes! The bridesmaid's clothes!
They've fallen on top of your abstraction!
Quick! Hide! Before she finds out
That the demons are all liars!
A Type of Hypocrite
© 2010
Closing my eyes,
Blocking this nightmare;
I try this life on for size,
But it just starts warfare.
It's like a clothing
That just doesn't fit;
A type of loathing;
A type of hypocrite.
Upon a Silent Hill
© 2010
In every light of the darkening mist,
In every house of the torturous gloom,
An animation shall rise and persist
On withering this life-conducting bloom.
See now the rustic eyes on portraits stare,
From morning until the night's silent fall?
And from thence these shadows will and must share
A murd'rous red tale upon the dark walls.
But in this tale, however, one could see
That mere small child holding her one black tear.
Soon a massive sacrifice all will be
To save her from futile and fatal fear.
And in this town, you must always keep still--
Or all's forever lost upon a silent hill.
The Wicker Doorsteps
© 2010
I see the Wicker Doorsteps,
The pattern so astounding.
My nerves begin to burst, and
I hear my heart a-pounding.
The light beyond the window
Has made it very clear:
If I walk to the Wicker Doorsteps,
The world will disappear.
I see a merry maiden,
Dancing in jubilee.
Her dress, it falls around her,
Its silence compels me.
Collecting my excitement,
I waltz up towards the door,
And upon those Wicker Doorsteps,
My true love hits the floor.
Such a Mystery
© 2010
There's something in my mind,
Something hollow; an empty place.
It's nothing I want to find;
It's just scratching from inside my face.
Such a mystery.
Satan's Lament
© 2010
Eat the apple and spit the seed.
We are the salt that makes the wound bleed.
Slither through the soft green grass,
We blend in, as if we never passed.
In the beginning we struck at 7:06.
We feed on your Song like lustful ticks.
At the sound of the innocent and of the mild,
We awaited the birth to devour the Royal Child,
From thence we have tasted the bitterness of defeat
With our heads smashed by His sandaled feet.
Final Winds
© 2010
And now, ladies and gentlemen,
For my final act, my grand finale:
The death of the wind!
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