stalked by bloody clown
my fear is palatable
theres nowhere to hide
On waters, ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ sunset so purple,
¦¦¦ sings ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ smashed wings' ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ it claims,
¦¦¦ bloody set of ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ flames,
¦¦¦ death ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ with fear, ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ of lovers’,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ with prophetic truth
¦¦¦ lips that ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ foam covers!...
(Blackout of Gamajun the Prophetic Bird by Aleksandr Blok)
A Bloody Tale
a vampire bat in the weeping willow tree
hanging upside down created an impasse
a fat faced full moon highlighted it
its beady eyes focused on my warm neck
in hopes it could get a taste of my sweet blood
I needed to deliver the brown leather satchel
with the Irish curio—a stolen sample
of the Blarney Stone tucked neatly inside
my way blocked by this flying mammal
I needed to distract it
my back pack contained a rare beef dumpling
for a snack while on my way
I pulled it out—some blood dripping from
its cold center
I tossed it to the side of the trail
mr. bat took the bait
I exhaled a sigh of relief and
resumed my trek. As I left
I heard a chirping sound behind me
I turned and saw the bat waving its webbed wing
in gratitude. I had to pass this way homeward
I hoped he would remember me
In everlasting black
An oath forged with Death.
A seed is planted
waiting for the harvest.
Soil from cemeteries and memories,
water from angel tears,
light from the furnace that lies below,
the seed grows and blossoms into crimson hunger.
A colossal tombstone in the shape of an oak,
draining nutrients from the soil of souls.
Toxic sap and burning bark,
the tree of Death grows in silence.
As the red leaves begin to fall
and the wood grows weak
there is nothing left for the roots to drain.
Blood pours from the tree’s veins.
Across Bloody Fields
Green to red
Soldiers of sacrifice
Sharpened blades under the rain
Enemies at war hiding in the shade
Blood rain
Another war in vain
Tanks bull-dozing
Smoky air, bombs killing
Skies flooded, ending lives
Boots marching forward
Taking death orders
Brothers suffering for what
Leaders of war
Letters of tears sent home
Things our eyes should never see
Ink of scarlet
What is the meaning of all of this
Leaders of conflict
After-math
Names laid to rest
Another generation for their replacement
A revolving door
Another useless war
Silence in the air
Peace nowhere to be found
I can’t sit still for too long; before my mind wanders and my eyes water,
Through blurred vision how do I tell you the ceiling is swimming?
How could I describe that there are fins in the light fixtures and that the leaky faucet is a waterfall.
How do I tell you that while sitting cross legged on the couch I’m watching the walls breathe across from me and if I don’t blare my music through my headphones the voice that aren’t mine will talk back?
How do I tell you that my heart beat ringing in my ears becomes so loud that my head aches.
That I can’t exhale the stress and it migrates into my temples and no matter how many times a triple a dose the pressure doesn’t stop.
It feels like I’m waiting on a nose bleed.
There is no honor among thieves
They were in and out a crime spree
Despite the frost white winter breeze
Screams were lost by autumn’s leaves
There were valuables taken indeed
Likely sold the gold across the sea
And the art was a smart centerpiece
Repainted by dark bloody crime-scene
Was it a targeted or a random thing
Corpses keep secretes horrible dreams
Who did it why how did this come to be
Will the fingerprints tell us anything
Time to step down
You sad little clown
Now on, this is my bloody town.
Step back, don't be smart
I will tear you apart
All brawn, no head, no heart.
You're a fool, All can see
Now is time. Bend the knee
Leave now. Countdown on three.
I warned you, you got shot
Coming in all hot
A moment that will never be forgot.
What comes around comes around
Troubles now you have found
I told you, this is my bloody town!!!
As I look in union of singularity in a world of complexe opposition and harmony.
A splinter in the heart of dream and tearing in the blood cells.
I slaughtered the necks of hopes, bleeding the burning from pains.
A mirror of dry salt-tears reflects the fracture.
And the self has nothing left but the desire to vanish the whole structure.
After long waiting and the stalling of suicide attempts
From exhaustion I feel no enough essence for two lives.
The first, in exile.
The second in the middle between a kiss of the eye
The eye that does not weep, it only stares.
Gazing to reveal contemplations about the soul’s hidden monuments,
Peering over thresholds to inspect the secrets of the universe.
I pluck out the snail of my ear; I try to listen to the echo of the hoarse voice,
Fixing my gaze on the bridge’s edge,
where the wave casts obscene images:
Of tortured bodies and heads cut off before inspiration could visit them.
Because God refused to touch them,
Yet the devil from the pit touched them.
A train without a ticket to take me where there is no memory,
No memory except that I come from afar,
And that the heart is the single meaning of iron.
Three cretinous judges, have commited to
The slaughter.' Of the B C Ostriches what?
Such a crime and dis-order.' Who knows these
Sleazball black robed ghouls? Who pours
Their water, man its so un-cool who tends
Theif hair who would shake their hand? Who
Would be their neighbor? Who can approve of
Their plans.?
From moments when love was cherished in Stalingrad,
Like stories written on the walls
With the song repeated by Babushka
And not long after that, the war reached its gates.
Hands turned into fists and ready for battle
Like heads and shoulders patiently under the whip,
The Motherland Calls enchants and glorifies,
Without knowing the ensuing bloodbath.
Every minute felt like a bundle of fear,
With the magic of free will as faded as a dust,
Like a house turned into rubble
And corpses piled upon corpses.
Hate me slate me or berate me
call me names it's all the same I don't care
to my mind it's no more than
hogwash simply put just hot air
the proclivities of others
I don't judge
and their predilections
I won't begrudge
I live and let live
as I too do have mine
but tresspass on my territory
there's where I draw the line
tho' non-violent
step on my toes
and believe you will receive
a black eye or bloody nose
Bloody Crab-Apples
Savor
The Vervant
Abundance!!!
Why
Would
We:
Be So Bold???
We Know
What
WE
Like!!
WHEN
We
Won’t :
EAT
What
We're
TOLD!!!
-Gray Squirrel
06-12-2025
I like the taste of my own blood
I smile as it coats the roof of my mouth
bit my tongue
my words are rung
why do I always say the wrong thing?
through my veins
anxiety reins
I must appear tame
for people cannot know the truth
if I speak I will come off lame
I only have myself to blame
so I bite my tongue
Why did you kill on a Valentine's day?
She came to show you the depth of her love.
Yet that same love you wickedly betray.
You stabbed her in cold blood wearing a glove.
She brought a box of chocolate candy...
and a bouquet of beautiful flowers.
She also brought a bottle of brandy.
To celebrate with you for a few hours.
In a cruel twist, you stabbed her heart so deep,
You watched as blood dripped with crimson flows,
Your face flushed with anger more than skin-deep.
On her face, you rained a barrage of blows.
You made her face swollen, her heart shattered,
For no reason, you killed her in cold blood.
To everywhere, her dead soul you scattered.
In your conscience, her blood flows like a flood.
This you kept as a secret to all ears,
But she haunted me with the truth in dreams,
When I confronted you, you only shed tears.
In your eyes, I saw her blood flow as streams.
In revenge, I've sent you to a graveyard...
a promise I made to her in my heart.
Another beautiful valentine marred.
Wait at the gate, I'll also soon depart.
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