The clandestine creep
Started with a grandiloquent speech
And his surreptitious subterfuge
Has everyone confused
He said "Now grapple with the apple"
He said "has God really said"
Did God really mean that if you eat of it
You will end up dead?
The clandestine creep
Is after Jesus’ sheep
And His hands will reap
And He will forever keep
He attempts to rival God
Even walked where God trod
He attempts to corrupt things everywhere
He is the prince of the power of the air
Once the anointed luminary
Once light, until he was found contrary
Parading as an angel (as one of the guise)
To gain converts for the lord of the flies
Not as an aesthete, he steals
Instead of enjoying what God reveals
He realizes as bell’s knells, as the bell peals
He’s an A.I. of God that never kneels
An artificial insubordinate (A.I.)
Unfortunately, you are real
You’re the Godzilla to mankind
With our blunders we must deal
The above organisation...Has a human story, one of way too many, hence they seek not
For glory.' Yet to overturn some statutory i'lls, kill laws that label; and denigrate living
Such gives me pause..And throws a chill'
Also a distorted lighting, of life stages eniugh to fill, me with the will.' To add my voice to Cindy, Taylor Jenkins mother who was robbed of her daughter by dry banal indifferent
legalitys, that by now; too many personalitys have smothered.' You might wish to join us from wherever is your
world.? Help raise a wave to sink deaths
Legal vessel that serves no good, may your
Voices loudly be heard.'
Creeping creepily so softly in the dark
A sniffle, a yearning formed deep in the heart.
Is that you grief?
Are you there?
The heaviness feels heavy as it forms in the air.
It creeps so creepily as it is creeping
where there is room
Joy is drained wherever it goes
If only I knew.
You're here.
I feel you.
Grief, is that you?
It seeps into all corners
The lead role, as if on cue.
Tears race into nothing
Creep creeping down my cheeks
A pain so paralyzing, keeps me still and weak.
Creep creep
Creep creep
It is here and here to stay
I go on, I live
It creeps on another day.
©?EarthBranch
Why Does It Never
Get Dark Anymore...
At Night, I Mean...?
Would You Want
A Black Out?
Are You Asking?
Yeah, Dark & Scary...
Please.
-Gray Squirrel
12-04-2025
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crishhk
crik
crishk
crack (ouch)
crishk crishk
crisshhh
crisshhhh
shhhk
"sh"
Trump Commander in Cheep
As usual in it deep
While being a creep
It slithers and slides..' It hints and nudges..'
Derides! sheds skin. Confusing identity.'s
Yet some intently see ' in conundrums and
Delusions scattered seeds and such patterns
of un-reason.'
It’s silent on the savanna tonight
We creep toward the acacia trees
hoping to not see a lion or leopard
we have already been chased by wild dogs
the entire family is here, alert and aware
luckily we only need twenty minutes of sleep a day
this helps us survive
Take your corny line and throw it out
then think real hard what it’s about.
I’ve never liked you
or I’d invite you.
You’re creepy when you sneak about.
Written By: D. Collins 1/21/24
If your eyes are closed, they creep up on you.
Totally exposed to the harm long, overdue.
Insomnia is what becomes your best friend.
Just make sure you're the last standing in the end.
Explosions from meth heads who live next door.
Guarantee's this OG ain't taking that no more.
If you sleep they creep with no good intent.
Trying to get at all the decent men.
Keep your eyes open and be on point.
You want be caught sleeping to what they want.
November creeps along its arctic edge
Wild roses tense their petals in rebuke
They were warned when budding in October
Their loving sun would soon abandon them
Yet still they stand their faces turned full pink
As slowly buzzing bees sweet nectars seek
Last call amid the leafless prickly branches
The tenacity of life, lessons to teach
Soft petals dance with oak and maple
Swept up in the aura of the chill
Intertwine to form a compost blanket
November frost will quickly tuck them in
For roses are but nature’s thorny kiss
Placed on coming Winter’s stinging cheek
And I remember everything
I’d done that whole day long
It seemed no matter how I tried
I tried it somehow wrong
A Friday of the thirteenth day
Had not meant much to me
Until I knew it had become
The last day I would see
I went to go out for a drink
That balmy, moonless night
And that’s the night that I met Sage
A night of lust and fright
I followed easily when she
Had led me to her lair
Who could resist those ruby lips
Her locks of raven hair
Intoxicated I’d become
And I allowed her kiss
I felt her penetrate my neck
I heard her evil hiss
Since then my life has rearranged
In hiding must I sleep
I slither through the night and that’s
A secret I can creep
No need to creep in surreptitiously
as if you were not longed for
You turtlenecks and warm wool socks
are dashing in or out of doors
Sensing that I'd tired of green
your refreshments I adore
Crisp burnt-orange and fiery red
leave me thirsty for some more
Though soon you'll trade the dew for frost
replace iced tea with hot
Precious Fall: Take center stage deservedly
~ for 'creepy' you are not
Fear is a liar; fear is a creep.
It’s everywhere and on the news.
It comes in dreams when you’re asleep!
Fear only wants for you to lose.
Telling false tales, it comes to you.
Fear is a liar; fear is a creep.
It hates what is righteous and true,
and it can cut some people deep.
Fear is worse when it makes you weep.
It will maybe make you sin.
Fear is a liar; fear is a creep.
Don’t ever let its darkness in.
Faith is the “fix” to set things right.
Pray to God too your “soul to keep.”
Fear is a devil you must fight.
Fear is a liar; fear is a creep.
Jan. 22, 2023
for Sotto Poet's Fear Is Liar Poetry Contest
All those movie characters
Crying in the shower
Definitely staged
But guess not
Short fits of panic
Fizzing in the steam
My lifelike dreams
Scare me
Waking up
Between dreams
To realize
You were never there to begin with
Never there for me,
When I needed you most
Yet the warmth, the smell
Felt so
Seemed so real
It’s a shame
Your words were somewhat of comfort
And there were bejeweled moments
That I treasured
But they’re all gone now
Can’t go back to what it was before
Those who break my heart
Thrice,
Fivefold,
They are done for
The fantasical school life
The fall festivals
All of my own concoction of
My subconscious
My past
Haunts me
This Halloween
My thoughts
Petrify me
Nostalgia mixed with
Bubbles of
What coulda, shoulda, woulda happened
I pause in my own thoughts
Falling
Are the role models
I’ve looked up to
Where are they now
There are no heroes
Everyone is human
And somehow that is
The most frightening
Somehow hope is lost
My anxiety
Creeping on me
And I am losing it
I am probably losing it
And I just wish to god
Things would
Get better
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