I lay, I stare, I look around… it's black as pitch. I'm underground.
I'm chained, I'm bound, the walls are tight. Someone help me! Give me light!
Trickles of liquid run through my chains. I smell the blood as it seeps from my veins.
The air hangs heavy and smells of damp earth,
Help me, hear me, give me rebirth!
Despair; it is taking me, my blood draining low, when a rumble above me, it renews my soul
My was my tomb, bound here for certain,
But now I hear them: dig, dig, pull back the curtain.
Its close now I feel it, then the door did burst free,
Someone was sneering, yes, sneering down upon me.
He said not a word, he made no move to help me more.
He simply stuffed a rag in my mouth and with a wicked chuckle, closed the door.
When Night Had No Mercy
I walked alone, dusk held the air,
A fork ahead—school light there,
And on the right, a shadowed wall,
Where silence hummed the siren's call.
Then feet—too many—closed around,
A hand, too rough, too fast, no sound.
My mouth was sealed, the sky went black,
They dragged me down, no turning back.
A van—its door, a waiting tomb,
They flung me in—a shifting room.
Blindfolded, breath against the floor,
Their boots—my blanket, pain and more.
The engine screamed, the night took flight,
My name dissolved into the night.
A hunted pulse beneath their heel,
No law, no face, just iron and steel.
I wake with sweat, the dream still burns,
As if the van forever turns.
No trial, no voice, no morning sun—
A terror time that’s never done.
The thought is a terror when alone and you feel weak.
Sometimes, the stakes are so high, for fear you dare not speak.
Neither bet your honest dollar it will not enter through that door;
Its arrival will unravel everything, ending your lives if nothing more.
It's a fearsome being; such a despicable thing. It's my dad, boogeyman.
Deep in your psyche thrives a fear that will surely wreck your day.
Like this vicious entity, it will make you wish you prayed!
Best to keep your footsteps muted lest you wake it from a sleep.
Remove yourself hastily and find somewhere to escape.
Its own children were given as a live sacrifice. It's my dad, boogeyman.
The agony will never leave while the nightmare abounds.
It hears every footfall when it listens for your sounds.
Whether you know or either, it will find you somewhere in the dark.
If you're in pain, better to feel shame, and think twice about crying aloud.
It's a fearful being; such a despicable thing. It's my dad, boogeyman.
My dad, boogeyman
She slowly fades away
Into the air like dust
Into the night like a fleeting dream
Out of history like an exiled queen.
Falling away from the shore
With each approaching tide.
This crisis grows bigger than femicide
For they’ve begun to attack even the child.
Some disappear like phantoms
While police struggle to catch
The heartless hoodlums.
Who are these culprits
in our degenerate society,
Who steal our females
In homage to some satanic piety?
colorful pifflewigs
probed my brain cells with their vivid violet claws
talon digs
twelve orange eyes
observe the trembling of my jaws
their prize
my tears
alien laws
fears
colorful pifflewigs
observe the trembling of my jaws
fears
Nightfall in the city,
Fear awakened In their hearts,
Shadows trail them,
The ominous permeates twilight,
Unseen creatures to fight,
They have come for the chosen.
June 19, 2023.
Whispers in my head I hear it all so clearly
Negativity in my brain bordering on weary
Enemy caught me when I was very weak
Tortured me for the treasure that they sought to seek
Vigil I remained though I admit that they were close
To destroying what I had that was saving me the most
Then I remember in that moment that I am stronger than I think
So I started focusing on the other side of the chain link
It keeps me strong it keeps me sane
It keeps me going it keeps me trained
And so the enemy caught me but I got out of their trap
Now I know where they're hiding I got them marked on my map
You'd think that I'd call out the troops and take them by seige
Arrest them detain them and make them my liege
Treat them like dirt torture and maim
Paybacks a and all for my pain
But thats not how I roll for if I did I'd be them
Blood on my hands brazen in sin.
"Abduction"
The day the child
was abducted,
the one closest to her
trusted.
betrayal is never
anticipated,
when you think
you’re surrounded
by angels.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Some people try to escape the war
Some people just try to ignore
And everybody knows the truth"
The connection's gone.
Check your cell signals.
No signal.
Something is up.
What?
Abduction Set up.
Abducted Worker
He was riding his moped to the office to work
The alien craft hovered over him and took him
It left his moped by the roadside needing the rider
In a blast of silent light he was plonked down
No longer on his wheels somewhere else entirely
Like the X-Files but real different yet familiar
Like he'd been hear before that was inexplainable
He knew in ways he was home from home
Even if he cried sweated shook wondered what the ?
How can this be happening to me right now?
UFOs don't exist nor do little green men
Or grey ones like these here now
They greeted him he nodded and waved
It was like being back with friends!
Even if three feet tall and grey and ugly
They had a strange yet interesting craft
Bigger inside than out like Dr Who?
His moped was similar for it was a vehicle
Made to go from A to B and do a job
The question was what why where and who?
He didn't know the answers just now
He'd soon find out their aims and wants
Before they let him go again...
Target k ghar k aju baju tenants k roop me bandy rakhvao.
Target ki taaq me raho.
Moqa miltay hi target k ghar ghus jao.
Moqa na milay to kisi bahany darvaza khulvao.
Kaam tamam kartay hi nikal jao..
The success of an assailant's attack depends on surprise.Bruce lee
Thya thya thya
Ghaat laga k thya
Zoor laga k hya
Bap bara na bhaya
Sab say bara rupaya
Paar laga do naya
Thya thya thya.
ominous clouds
abduct full moon's warmth~
earth's lavender
of onlookers
3/19/2021
17 syllables
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Halloween is here!
But have no fear!
This is my guide so you survive.
Beware the graveyards full of ghosts and ghouls.
The graveyard is where you will see zombies feasting.
Stay in the light, form large groups, don't be fools.
Beware the alleys vampires hang about usually toff.
One look in their eyes and… boo! You're paralyzed.
Carry holy water, garlic and a cross, it fights them off.
Beware the skies alien abductions!
Butt probes, clench cheeks, hopefully you stay breathing.
This one's unavoidable good luck, maybe try some ruction?
Beware they pull you in with sweet smells, and words, it’s bewitchery.
It's diabolical, witches plans with humans hypnotized.
Show some cautionary there's lots of trickery.
Halloween is here!
But have no fear!
Follow this guide and you will survive.
(A. Bonds)
10-29-20
words used, alien, blood, cautionary, vampires, trickery, abduction, paralyzed, Halloween, feasting, diabolical
In the back of his mind he felt something was off
He had never met a relative and there were no baby photos of him
His mother home schooled him in the eighties; and did not explain why.
He never dreamed the truth though, even when he saw her being hauled off.
By police officers who had proof from his DNA test that he was not hers.
She was the only mother he knew; he could not think of her as criminal.
The other woman was excited to see him. He was sixteen.
It was too late to bond.
Newspaper reporters wanted to interview him.
He stayed in his new room with his new “folks” he did not know at all.
They had two other children, apparently his biological siblings.
Gladys was thirteen, Warren was eleven.
He had nothing to say to any of them.
His mom was gone; the only family he knew.
He would have to wait two years to see her.
It was going to see like two decades.
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