Corpses Poems

A DECREPIT JELLYFISH DREAMER

Many mountains, seas, women, and dollars made
But for you only was each moment played
An aged wine flask, your decrepit skin cracks
As flaccid muscles bend your creaking back
Hard hammer toes hamper your stiff walking style
Toilet king, bilious bombard of bile
Fog obscures your mind, only to rise again
Wishing for many things which might have been
Stung as by

The Sound of Silence Part Two

Hello Darkness, my old friend,
I'm afraid we have to start again,
The visions planted in my head,
Fake nutrition we've been fed,
An agenda thats just for one,
Evil's son,
Within the sound of silence,

In a web, I walked with masses,
Many held the toast of glasses,
A shot rang out with a miss,
Fist rose in a state of bliss,
Victory by defeat

Whispering Corpses

    These feelings, thought long forgotten, awoke and raised their ugly heads.
Whispering your words and seeing into my consciousness; this vacant glare of the dead. 

Pain cups it's gnarled hands, corpse breath hot and dry against my ear,
Reminding me of promises longed for but now I'm loath to hear.

I've done the tedious,

Motley Crew of Corpses

One Summer night, just around dawn
A Motley Crew came to town
But there was something that filled with dread
They were all very dead.

The folk scattered to all sides
Escaping dead of all kinds
Skeletons and Zombies too
Some jokingly howling "Booo".

And so madness has begun
"Scaring people is so fun!"
"We will get you very soon!"
Roared the monsters to the tune
Of

Unrequited

My mind mainly meanders where I yearn –
A universe where I cannot return,
To lament my life’s unchangeable truth
And exhume choicest corpses of my youth.
Maundering 'midst marshmallow memories
Seeking past life to savor and restore.

Dully shuffling worn cards of yesterday,
To deal winning hands I can never play.
Marshmallow memories circling as pi,
Swirling with desires destined not to die.
Memory's

Corpses May Stay Long At Mortuary

Can’t a rich corpse remain in a fridge
While the bereaved have gaps to still bridge?
The outrage that descends on faces
Varies with minds, background and races,
Deferment of interment a choice;
On the subject it can’t be one voice...

God had carried it out with Moses:
St. Jude Verse 9 of the matter closes,
Satan with Michael contesting corpse
Not perturbed by

Corpses

It won’t be long before
everyone begins to strip themselves
of their own humanity.

It will begin with the hair.
Cutting it down to the follicles 
until it is almost non-existent.

Then it will move to the nails.
Plucking and cutting and biting 
until our fleshy fingers bleed and our toes rot.

Next, it will be the skin.
Peeling ever so tenderly and

The Corpses, We'Re Still Counting

We look for responses when we should find an answer
People aren’t healing, just left with a scar
We are divided when we could stand together
Our freedom’s a trap that leads us so far

They all speak of good future
Well said, by a liar
That’s all just a rumor
The earth is on fire

Riches, greedy; shadows a’lurking
Millions of children 
Forcefully

Babies's Corpses

To drowned refugees 
Babies' corpses
on them - waves 
of indifference.

From Seven Shattered Corpses

I was adopted . . . 
one morning in the mists of yesteryear
when the sun glimpsed over the pallid shone house 
next to the abode of my mother and my father 
on came a harbinger of desolation. . . 
I died that day though I knew it not, 
nor was I to understand, 
comprehend 
this

Corpses Are Awake

corpses are awake
their graves overturning
collapsing in the quake.

hear! hear! the growl

the roar. The moan.


listen! listen! catch your heart.
listen! listen! hold your breathe.
smell! smell! the disgust of their cursed death!

smell! smell! the arrival of the unfed-

corpses are awake!
the church overturned
lapsing in its stealth.

fear! fear! the mole
the sow

the groan

for they move in every shape.

hasten! hasten! from the

....Walking Corpses....

The sun bearing down, taking aim

Taking, with its hot scorching flame

Walking corpses, looking for shade ~

A life for a Soul, soon they'll trade

A Soul for a life....

The beginning of their pain!?

Choking on ashes, upon invisible plates

Porcelain castles, with a storm on the way ~

On the way to their ashes, the end of their daze

The Sun

Awakened Corpses

Oh they say the corpses have awakened
From the remains of the very ashes burned
Its time they say for humanity’s end
Warriors of darkness, they have sent

Burned and bruised for thousands of years 
Hated by the living, loved with fears
Long they were here, but only memory remain
Leaving behind the world full of tears sorrow and pain

Sleeping With Corpses

In abandonment and shadow
I throw myself away
And to guess on what could happen
I will bury myself today

In nostalgic disrepair
My words become my shrine
In loneliness and passion
My life becomes my crime

In fear and wilting essence
I turn myself to dust
But in my vain and ghostly presence
I am the spirit of my lust

In rain and heavy winds
My mind

Relishing Corpses

We see them in old movies,
aged sitcoms –
black and white
or fading color.

We hear ancient languages—
dead voices on sound tracks,
buried giggles, awkward squawks
of unexpected laughter.

We relish corpses—
old friends,
remembered relatives
stiff in brown photographs.

Reels creak, VHS tapes moan,
DVDs hum silently 
with sprocket holes, 
white scratches in sky,
burnt nitrate edges of night.

We relish corpses.

They are us.

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