Bogeyman, Bogeyman you come again
My night of hope screams for crumbs to eat,
I’m just a boy needing a few coins
Offering old tin cup to rich men on the lane.
Cold my body wrapped like soiled paper, trash
Echoing my plea for mercy or grace
Yet, I’m bypassed like a rag, a nameless tag.
While you laugh at my dingy fate, mocking
A young life’s poverty… I bellow of angst
Instead of helping me learn in school,
Your trace of arrogance maims my bones,
Do you know how hard it is to sleep in the rain?
Bogeyman. Bogeyman… one day, you just might
Take my place, and hear not the echo
Of kindness reverberating from heaven's call.
I lurk around for prey.
Young or old, morose or gay
Seeking you is all too easy.
Cold blooded diehards that are sleazy
I’m the bogeyman a wild animal
Some of you call me Manimal
I’m a freak of nature half man,
wait for it, half animal I am
The stench of your sadistic words I smell
Yes’um, I’ll make sure you go to poetic justice hell
You sold your soul, I’m the price you’ll pay,
Did you think that you could just get away?
I’m right here forever more, savant.
I’m your bogeyman, do what you want!
Beware the dreaded Lurgwurt
that prowls around at night.
With luck you'll never meet it,
but then again you might.
Beware the dreaded Lurgwurt.
It may catch you unawares.
If not in the parlour,
then at the bottom of the stairs.
Avoid the dreaded Lurgwurt,
if you would save your life,
and while you are about it,
every cause of strife..
All prepare to die nothing meaning
Breathing don’t concern with wind, with them
If this day gone, stay with not doubt
Think, they will possess holed hand
Someone is always separately
Obvious body is melting
Smoothly sea far from that
To arrive refer-less, to period
Sun coo,“ that is only skin”
Opposed people on historical factors
So pretty woman or attractive
Pain feelings or heaven
To decide freely that love
Let off our views
Then lesbian is too love
Whatever, forever strongly human
Religion extreme of educated pears
Without connection, lamp scatter
Human go to black window of universe
Light eats me and many
Complex into sleeping of be thrown off
Startled eyes “ what did you see?”
Thwelt Di Nwe
Love's light beams from the hearts and souls of Man
but His insecurities shade its glow.
And in shadows, hate and bigotry grow;
though Man's conscience interjects when it can.
But, like a child, He fears the bogeyman;
facing repercussions, He lets hope go.
Scared of storms, He revels in the rainbow;
convincing Himself that it is God's plan.
Evil overshadows the light of good;
anonymity merges with the dark.
And accepting truths, tethered to rumors,
we mesh with the system as robots would.
Yet, the love in Man needs only a spark,
to exorcise fear's cancerous tumors.
The closet door is partially open,
More than a crack.
Yet I cannot see
The goblins yet.
My heart beats wildly as my imagination soars me back to
Childhood when I could feel the angry mean bogeyman
Under my bed, ready to grab my feet
Or my hand.
Oh, yes, the closet door is open.
Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle
by the stone wall shaped and laid
to last five hundred more years still.
Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave
us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn.
Clouds careen across the sky like
ragged flags unfurling, our house is
battered by the storm's relentless wrath,
and something's coming...
It's nights like this that bring the creature
from the other side of time, misshapen
wretch with no measure of humanity,
dragging its loathsome body to our door.
Squelching abomination with dark sockets
for its eyes, a travesty of decency and grace.
Not marked in any almanac, no picture
of this beast save in the nightmares
of our child, who flies into his mother's
arms and trembles, trying to scrape
the ugly specter from his mind,
for he knows...
he can feel the slimy presence
hidden deep within the shadows
of the house. Is it living only in his
darkest fears? Once settled is he
free of fang and claw?
"Leave a light on, Mom!"
Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle
by the stone wall shaped and laid
to last five hundred more years still.
Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave
us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn.
Clouds careen across the sky like
ragged flags unfurling, our house is
battered by the storm's relentless wrath,
and something's coming...
It's nights like this that bring the creature
from the other side of time, misshapen
wretch with no measure of humanity,
dragging its loathsome body to our door.
Squelching abomination with dark sockets
for its eyes, a travesty of decency and grace.
Not marked in any almanac, no picture
of this beast save in the nightmares
of our child, who flies into his mother's
arms and trembles, trying to scrape
the ugly specter from his mind,
for he knows...
he can feel the slimy presence
hidden deep within the shadows
of the house. Is it living only in his
darkest fears? Once settled is he
free of fang and claw?
"Leave a light on, Mom!"
The Orion
has arrived!
On board the
Flagship,
RearAdmiral
Mickael,
Eternal Dark
Man on the
bridge,
And his
Ladyship
PrincessLadyJewel,
His
bodyguard of
a thousand
blades!
He came to
tame and
conquer the
carrions,
Blood sucking
humanoids of
the terra
vista race,
They even
fed on
themselves
and their
friends,
Neither
conscious nor
intelligent to
communicate
or trade,
How do you
win against
the soulless
one?
They do
possess a
weakness in
their spiked
defense,
Look for their
durian head
leader and
dance,
For god sake
not the
Saturday
night fever!
Nor the
moonwalk or
criss cross
jump-jump!!
They are
cousins of
zombies do
the
bogeyman,
And than
you'll see all
of them fall
down,
Quickly now
before they
wake eat the
leader's
brain.
What
happens
next?. . .
To be
continued. . .Ha
ha ha ha ha
ha Ga za and
wait. . .
Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle
by the stone wall shaped and laid
to last five hundred more years still.
Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave
us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn.
Clouds careen across the sky like
ragged flags unfurling, our house is
battered by the storm's relentless wrath,
and something's coming...
It's nights like this that bring the creature
from the other side of time, misshapen
wretch with no measure of humanity,
dragging its loathsome body to our door.
Squelching abomination with dark sockets
for its eyes, a travesty of decency and grace.
Not marked in any almanac, no picture
of this beast save in the nightmares
of our child, who flies into his mother's
arms and trembles, trying to scrape
the ugly specter from his mind,
for he knows...
he can feel the slimy presence
hidden deep within the shadows
of the house. Is it living only in his
darkest fears? Once settled is he
free of fang and claw?
"Leave the light on, Mom!"
Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle
by the stone wall shaped and laid
to last five hundred more years still.
Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave
us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn.
Clouds careen across the sky like
ragged flags unfurling, our house is
battered by the storm's relentless wrath,
and something's coming...
It's nights like this that bring the creature
from the other side of time, misshapen
wretch with no measure of humanity,
dragging its loathsome body to our door.
Squelching abomination with dark sockets
for its eyes, a travesty of decency and grace.
Not marked in any almanac, no picture
of this beast save in the nightmares
of our child, who flies into his mother's
arms and trembles, trying to scrape
the ugly specter from his mind,
for he knows...
he can feel the slimy presence
hidden deep within the shadows
of the house. Is it living only in his
darkest fears? Once settled is he
free of fang and claw?
"Leave the light on, Mom!"
Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle
by the stone wall shaped and laid
to last five hundred more years still.
Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave
us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn.
Clouds careen across the sky like
ragged flags unfurling, our house is
battered by the storm's relentless wrath,
and something's coming...
It's nights like this that bring the creature
from the other side of time, misshapen
wretch,no measure of humanity,
drags its loathsome body to our door.
Squelching abomination, a travesty of decency
and grace. Not marked in any almanac, no picture
of this beast save in the nightmares
of our child, who flies into his mother's
arms and trembles, trying to scrape
the ugly specter from his mind,
for he knows...
he can feel the slimy presence
hidden deep within the shadows
of the house. Is it living only in his
darkest fears? Once settled is he
free of fang and claw?
"Leave the light on, Mom!"
Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle
by the stone wall shaped and laid
to last five hundred more years still.
Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave
us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn.
Clouds careen across the sky like
ragged flags unfurling, our house is
battered by the storm's relentless wrath,
and something's coming...
It's nights like this that bring the creature
from the other side of time, misshapen
wretch with no measure of humanity,
dragging its loathsome body to our door.
Squelching abomination with dark sockets
for its eyes, a travesty of decency and grace.
Not marked in any almanac, no picture
of this beast save in the nightmares
of our child, who flies into his mother's
arms and trembles, trying to scrape
the ugly specter from his mind,
for he knows...
he can feel the slimy presence
hidden deep within the shadows
of the house. Is it living only in his
darkest fears? Once settled is he
free of fang and claw?
"Leave the light on, Mom!"