Rumbling like the grumble of the stomach
Lightning cracks and screams,
The sky weeps today.
So sad it turned black like the doomsday,
Crying over the dark world for the child
Who went hungry today.
The building are decimated,
No house to sleep.
And the sky can't seem to stop it's weep.
Truly heartbroken from inside they both are.
Blood, blood everywhere,
Stained on the machines.
Hefty people everywhere,
Decimating everything like machines.
Justice seems far,
Death is nearer.
The path has never been clearer.
But he longs for justice.
May the blood get washed away,
For the sky weeps today.
May they both become happy someday.
May he eat food under the blue sky someday.
a perfectly mystical eerie Halloween evening
bats swoop down to gather in the graveyard
they congregate at a tombstone nearly forgotten
Count Emery Boldweather, an evil man
The stone once said 1912 to 1934
weather and time have removed these traces of humanity
grave watchers feel something is amiss, they head for their cars
not wanting to see what might be lurking in the midst of the bats
by the time I reach my car I discover the bats number in the thousands
Unsure what is coming, but expecting the worst, I want to drive off
Alas, my car battery is dead, so I am forced to stay until help arrives
Triple A tells me the expected wait time is three hours
From my windshield seat I watch as the bats unearth Boldweather’s grave
The lid of his coffin slaps open, the bats fly off in a swarm
A white corpse dressed in black lifts himself out of the grave
I look at my phone, wondering who I could call beside Triple A
Who am I willing to sacrifice?
There is that annoying neighbor, Gertrude.
The next time I look up the vampire is walking toward my car
I try to start it
Nothing happens
I am dragged…….
I can picture her on her grey carpet floor
in her 11x10 bedroom.
I see her body,
cold to the touch.
She’s in her royal blue silk pajamas.
Her favorite.
She’s laying on her floor,
with a knife in her right hand,
left at a 103 degree angle upside down.
Feet sickled so much that
they could be twisted off in a second.
I see the blood pouring from not only her wounds,
but her scars.
The nails that dug into her thighs
are bruised from so much pressure.
The thighs that were dug by her nails
are now white.
I can picture her parents walking in,
not even looking at her,
but rather the stain she made
on the newly-replaced carpet.
“Why’d she do that?”
Everyone will ask.
because of me.
I think—
no.
i know.
“I don’t know.”
I’ll say instead.
STINGING BLOOD SUCKING AWARENESS
There stood I,
As black as night;
My skin, buck-naked:-
A blood-sucking mosquito,
Painfully bit me with its stinger;
Causing me to slap it with my hand:-
Then I blew its dead body from my palm;
Giving awareness of gaining liberation:
We must become as liberty’s hand,
And our political oppressors,
As stinging mosquitoes:
Slapped and blown:-
Elizabeth Bathory Wakka
Was awfully good in the sacka
She'd jump on your face
And writhe with such grace
Then spit out her bright red tobakka.
Drip drop pitter patter,
Not even a storm can hide the sound of blood splatter,
Down her leg the drops glide,
Like the moon chasing after the evening tide,
Flooding freely without a care,
Out it sneaks from the dragon's lair.
Precious stream with a story to tell,
Promising heaven, delivering hell,
Bathe in moonlight,
Dance in the woods,
Smear this red on your riding hood.
Bloody countess, Sanguine sensation,
Blessed crimson revive my vocation,
I invoke your messiness to hearken my rebirth,
I am now the drop that falls to the earth.
I know not your will our pain suffer
tear soaked ground
Fill with empty coffins of decaying past,
no one's home; soul gone away
Vulgaris society like yesterday's dreams
Hatred killing blood shed streets run
Love no more, independence of oneself
Is it not ourselves we save our own
Bones wasting away six deep in
Is it not of diversity we pull strength
Everything we kill we wipe DNA to life
What is purpose if we abandon reason
Once a nation founded on moral respect
Bitten by snake's venom piercing blood warm veins
Does a one not hate of their own accord,
despising everything good
Are we better ancestors, same battle since dawn
Good vs evil, war only you make difference outcome
Blood warm, resurrection Jesus; infinite mind to peace
my blood saved some people….the blood of
christ saves all of humanity
In you I find my rest.
In You I find my peace
dark days drift into mornings with simple breakfasts.
In heavy hews I am shining all the colors brightly.
Winter is far off not very far but The feast of trumpets comes first.
Singing with joy and gladness will begin when he returns to us.
Dead will rise Everyone is coming home says Gods word.
Shower us in your Blood Lord let us be washed clean by it.
Quake the dawn is coming closer. Under lamenting cries we praise you Jesus.
in you I find salvation Yeshua Jesus Christ.
Truth of your not hiding your face from their spitting and their mocking for us.
Love is the reason we exist. to Love and be Loved.
Right hand pierced for my sake, Left hand Pierced for your sake name.
Killed for us unlike the demons and fallen Angels God died for us unlike them.
Jesus is believed to be The Angel of the Lord who met with Abraham and Carries God's Name.
One Son of God who wants us to be his family.
Trust in Jesus, Believe in Jesus, Have faith in Jesus.
Peace out.
They say blood is thicker than water
Maybe if you weighed it by the gram
Rule obeyed by every son & daughter
Ham it up when you are in your pram
A through strife of life transporter
With some families it can be a scam
Parents don’t love like they oughter
Sadly behave badly don’t give a damn
Should be your ultimate problem sorter
Even when your are in a real jam
Treat their offspring like a free porter
As your emotions they will just slam
We are just a lamb to the slaughter
As your devotions like a bull they ram
They should be your bricks & mortar
Older realise I’m in their folder of spam
Despite fact they should be a supporter
So with our friends the good times cram
Because sometimes famalam is a sham
Powerful Lord, how can it be,
patience one, that you would free,
protect, plead for, and intercede,
provide my every present need.
Placate my fears, by perfect love,
purchase me through sinless blood;
'Peace', I ask, from God above.
08.14.2026
Poem and prayer to end one's day.
For the Pleiades Contest.
He stands by the window,
a glass of whiskey in his hand,
watching the rain pull the city
into little fractured mirrors.
Ten years, he thinks, ten years
since the house fell quiet,
since the brother turned thief,
slicing chunks out of their father,
not with blades but with empty words
and promises that tore at their seams.
Love is a joke some days,
a noose others,
and tonight it’s the weight
pulling down hard
on the bridge of his nose.
He pictures his brother now,
tall, sharp-angled laugh,
skin folded with time
and shamelessness,
the guileless predator
preying on the man who raised them,
left him lighter in the pockets,
heavier in the heart.
And though he loves him
doesn’t he always?
he could snap his neck clean
if the moment called for symmetry.
But Cain and Abel,
he wonders,
were the gods wrong to decide
who bled first?
Some sins stink worse,
and guilt is always tender.
In This World,
Hath man e'er will'd his own will?
Hath the genial face grow agen in age or otherworldly experience?
Why hath Man wield his sword before his word?
Why, Man must shield the wounds his words wield.
Why hath Man cradle his own wounds in the cocoon of the worlds's cruelty?
Why, Man must man-handle his own begrudged drudgery.
Man must descend to fight his inner transcendental entities,
For Man to ascend beyond the outer transcendental obscenities.
Wilt man e'er fight f'more than the thrill?
Before man will only go for the kill.
K.M.P
3//7//2026
The most defining feature of a physical
Family is identified by the blood
Of its ancestors.
The most defining feature of a spiritual
Or Christian family is identified by
The blood of Jesus Christ.
Currency is blood
Every man has a symbol
No God is safe here
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