Hello Beast
I've come with tools in hand...
What is it today?!
Perhaps a day of simple grace?
Or do I crawl inside your soul?
I know your job of hell unleashed.
Blasted cast, making dust—
But it's time for you to sit.
Lock out, tag out confirms your fit.
I can't trust you to work a day—to do your job without decay!
You have destroyed my trust.
My mind screams to be released!
Damnation of the mechanic's role...
I cuss, you groan, and spit upon my face.
Today you'll understand!
Today, the beast of metal and trite,
Found the truth in mechanic's might.
Over-Dramatic.
Over-Comedic.
Over&Under---Simplified.
Little Tigger Growl...
GRrrr.
Noisy Drama.
Read It's Intents.
Its Intensity...
It WAS
Made 'How You
WISH.
Wee Wishy-Washy...
Nahhhhhh.
*I Lost You In The Flood.*
You Were My Family... My Lust... My Unconditional Grace.
How Long Can Hereafter Wait?
ALLLLL OF THE PAST.
-Gray Squirrel
09-01-2026
No other beast, intruding
But is with gun, protruding
Down a slant of light's
Treed funnelling through.
Man, seen as. Man, imagine!
More out of place to define
Non-native killer;
A world, foreign to!
Trophy hunt has no murder degree
Established by international law
What’s the point, if there’s one, tell me
Why a beast must be killed, what for?
I'm afraid there is no such law
For there are no united nations
They all died in the recent war
For the human depopulation
Now the nature is resting, at last
The grey and white grasses stand high
The cement trees spreading fast
Their branches towards the beige sky.
Kiss me when the sun sleeps,
When the bite grows, and seeps.
Tongue no longer restrained,
As blood from your face, drained.
Our tango, twist of fate;
Wiggle of charm was bait.
Removed your crucifix,
And set up candlesticks.
Was surprised to see dark
In your eyes, like a shark.
Cape stopped you from thinking.
In a coffin, sinking.
Down onto the mattress fell.
Now in your heart, I dwell.
Your scream, beside the point;
Jugular out of joint.
When dusk penetrates, fear
Aims fangs, quick, like a spear.
His beauty was a beast;
Doe-eyed virgin, deceased.
Last Bone Last Breath
Three vultures circle fighting beasts for prey
All village dead and gone where dry winds sway
Drought cracked the mud walls and ate the light of day
No footstep no voice just dust in cold display
One skinny child left last hope where none stay
His bones show through skin in a thin display
Skin cracked and black no drop of water to stay
Hands lie in desert soil tied limp no play
His mother rests near well with no spray
He calls her name again praying she’ll stay
Fear and grief whisper like cold wind sway
But his eyes still hold fire a small dim ray
She turns she lives hunger fades away
Rain follows his whisper clouds obey
Hope holds on hard even when death comes to slay
The Train of Darkness
The train of darkness barrels down, I hear the railroad clack.
Shakes the baghouse now, standing next to the tracks.
The ground beneath my feet comes alive, with a pulsing, steady vibe.
My first intuition is to hide.
I see the train coming in, a monstrous, breathing beast.
Eating up the track, invited to a feast.
Out of the darkness he rolls, alone,
A king of iron, on a bed of stone.
Rattling in the night, pulsing through my fear,
He rumbles into view, then boldly disappears.
The ground beneath my work boots quakes, as a pulsing rhythm makes,
Leaving behind a cloud of dust, that the iron monster wakes.
Dragging the crew, to the emptiness of hell,
A story they have told before, a story they know well.
I wave goodbye, a wish for luck, aboard that tyrant, roaring fear.
Into the dark it drags its prey, upon the turning gear.
Rumple Stein has a terrifying
midnight warning for children
who look for a late- night snack.
Deep within the woods
where the old shadows grow,
Rumple Stein whispers a secret
you must know.
"Never sneak a cookie when
the midnight bell tolls,
For that is the hour when the
beast truly strolls."
His voice is like gravel, his
eyes gleam with spite,
Warning little children of the
terrors in the night.
"The Cookie Monster waits in
the dark, cold and grim,
If you steal a treat, you will
surely meet him."
A shadow will stretch out
across the kitchen floor,
As a blue furry claw softly
pushes the door.
He won't want a wafer, a chip,
or a chew,
Instead, the fierce beast will
come hunting for you!
Your bones will be crumbled
like a dry chocolate chip,
As he catches your sleeve in
his terrible grip.
With a terrifying growl from his
bottomless cup,
The hungry blue gobbler will
swallow you up!
So lock up the cookie jar when the
clock strikes the hour,
Before you are trapped in the
monster's grim power.
No crumbs will remain where
you stood on the floor,
And the kitchen will stay silent
forevermore.
Old Rumple Stein gathered
the trembling children near
the frosted manor windows
as the full moon rose.
"Listen closely to the
snapping of the twigs out in
the dark estate," he whispered
slyly.
A cursed beast with matted
black fur and jagged yellow
fangs wanders these empty
hallways.
Its long, razor- sharp claws
scrape against the bedroom
doors with a terrible SCREEECH.
You will hear its heavy, wet
breathing right outside your
room before the doorknob
slowly turns.
It hunts the moment the sun
goes down, sniffing the air
for your terror.
The creature let's out a blood-
curdling howl that shakes the
very dust from the ceiling.
Golden, glowing eyes peer
through the keyhole,
watching you hide beneath
your thin blankets.
If it catches your scent, its
drooling jaws open wide to
swallow you whole.
"Do not dare to close your
eyes tonight," Rumple
snickered, "for the werewolf is inside."
Lying here, I am eaten
The beast takes its last bite
On a cold and dreary evening
I begin to recount my life
Sliding past his teeth, I weep
Remembering all my strife
Trying to climb, with arms so weak
My pains increase and subside
Slipping past his tongue, I'm hung
Reaching one last time
My eyes close tight, when terrors sung
With a beastly sort of pride
Falling down his throat, I'm choked
My breath taken from inside
While hearing every ghastly note
The beast sings and cries
Past his lungs, all hope is gone
So hard I thought i tried
Into it's gut I'm finally done
Inside the beast I died
Christopher Pitts/2013
The Beast as a witness
Even the camel saw the rot in you,
A beast who knew your spirit was unkind;
He struck you down as any witness would,
Leaving your hollow threats and pride behind.
You were a man who lived to wound and scar,
Who spent your years as shadow and as thorn;
But your worst work, the deepest, darkest cut,
Was when you left me, disowned and forlorn.
For even the beast had the insight to see,
The monster you hid while you haunted me
"If even a beast knew your soul was a shell,
We leave you to rot in the furnace of hell."
Scoffed at, you, through every squawk?
Laughingly denounced of
No blustery change only
As what blows commonly?
Judged, you, if by that tree-stiff
And tree-wooden does appear
Unswayed either way? Not told
The sap of it runs cold!
Found as many faults in
Timed are to a clock's tick
As have dealt them, for cruelties
All Earth's living species?
The
King
Of
Beast
Come
From
Africa
Lion
Your hurt in turn hurts me
You are not sharing your pain
But you willing share your anger
I am not in your team
I am the opposition
You have closed your self away
Put up a defensive wall
Say little and expect the world
I can’t help if you dont want help
I can’t listen if you dont speak
I can’t read your mind if you isolate yourself
I can’t predict what will happen next
But you are doing a good job of barely staying alive
A good job of protecting yourself and hurting others
A good job letting others carry while you stay away
A good job of breaking everything while doing nothing
When the mask fell from The Beast,
The people jeered with glee.
When it stumbled from its throne,
They rejoiced for they were free.
They turned to celebration,
They drank and they did feast,
Whilst men crept from the shadows,
Placed a new mask on The Beast.
They lifted it out from the dirt,
Stood it up onto its feet,
Dusted down its filthy robe,
Sat it back upon its seat.
And when the people turned to see,
The Beast now fresh and strange,
They buried it in tribute,
For they thought The Beast brought change.
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