Shriek permeates bones break
Zigzwang with miasma tang
No one is saying anything
I’m going insane
Crossroads to make a deal
Instead his scalp I peel
Elitist swine high on the mantle
Pleas to stop as I disassemble
Cry wolf flock the sheep
Alabaster hooves on concrete
How do you even sleep?
On a conveyor belt don’t you see
Your packages of maggot meat
You hesitate then bite down and eat
Cannibalistically sickening
Pinky up with red whine to drink
It's important to me
Not important to you
What does everyone do
Another ventriloquist
Another jejune seepage
Another fist up anus
Another one to work your lips
Grrraaaaaaaaahhhhh
Slaves and marionettes
Stand up your the circus
Clowns in cars trying to fit
Rushing to drop knee, oscillate and submit
You don’t know what darkness truly is
Grotesque being where I sit
Trying to circumvent eager dummies kismet
By all means let me know
What your master says dear little puppets
In the comments, middle fingers both flip
Hack and spit
liars cannot retire ~ for fear they cry wolf on their funeral pyre
By
David Kavanagh
I dance with the monsters
At night I dance with the monsters,
the ones from underneath the bed and inside the closet,
we dance and sing and shout the night away,
In voices that no-one here would hear anyway.
At night I dance with my monsters,
the rejects and the lonely that no one would approach,
the scary ones they cry wolf about each and every night,
the ones that they say make children cry and shout.
At night I dance with the monsters,
and they have never dared ask why,
because no one has ever stayed as long as I,
because monsters are only used by adults as a lie.
At night I dance with my monsters,
not by pity or threat,
but because they are not the monsters,
they are our friends and fighters.
I do so because I have seen real monsters,
they roam the earth so freely,
not hiding in closets or under a bed,
not in a shadowed corner or a shed.
and they do not have sharp teeth or claws,
they are the humans, full of guilt and flaws.
Charlotte Renaut
18/01/2021
Another sound byte,
the latest alligator lip lie
Patent leather fake promises
being fed to graven idol sick fools
thru an intravenous video tube
And they willingly give Kevorkian consent
to vote for their own suicidal self-interest
Such an anti-global citizen attitude
is lemming leading tools
to the ledge edge of the cliff
Deferentially staring down
the bottomless
black hole
of the nuclear abyss
Fresh poll pocket prey
is attracting those cold, reptilian eyes
The next mercantile exchange
is gold index ticking stratosphere high
O how puppet warm is the mushroom cloud sky!
Pinocchio promises
has a Pied Piper nasal sound
Long snout tout truths
ain’t nothing but marionette lies —
cry wolf by wool suit clowns
Dollar drones can’t hear the silent siren alarm,
the buzz allure of profit
always lemming leads them on
Do you love that precipice song,
war drumbeat vibrations? Patriotic waves,
at the temptation hour,
that moves the automaton crowd
Do you lemming follow along,
giving servile affirmation? Apathy paves
the cash path to power
for those crooked jaw crocodiles
Histrionically dramatic
Always loud and frantic
Her sobbing did not panic
Any of us substanic
Until we noticed
The two by four sticking
Out of both sides of her head
When a stranger calls,
the shining
city lights
die hard
behind enemy lines.
I walk the line
out of the past
roots,
where the red fern grows
in cold blood
of mice and men.
The thin red line
short cuts
a nightmare on Elm Street.
The searchers
don't look now
within these walls.
In the heat of the night,
the illusionist
cast away
titanic
cries and whispers.
The silence of the lambs
never cry wolf
while you were sleeping.
(Each line is a separate movie title.)
You yell for help yet nothing wrong
Scream for help but no-one shows
Maybe one day you will understand
Your calls for help have been used up
No-one believes you when you make a claim
You ruined what you once had it ran away from your lies
What will you do when everyone dies
No-one wants to hear your stories
Tiring tales of make believe
Realizing your no more then a dream
For you are what you speak
Your a dream, imaginary
An emotional game of hide and seek
What will you do now that the wolf has escaped
Tearing open everything in it's way
Had you been more true to me
I would have shown more empathy
You brought me life, but directionless
You make others lives feel meaningless
Now all there is left to do
Is feed your fears, the wolfs waiting for you
THE TWO CANDLESTICKS
STANDING BEFORE GOD.
EXPOSING THE HEINOUS WAYS OF THE FALLEN ONES.
STANDING IN THE GAP BETWEEN THE SINFUL WORLD AND THE BRIDGE TO SALVATION.
CRUSHING THE RELICS OF OLD.
OBLITERATING THE SMOKESCREEN AND CALLING DOWN THE GLORY OF HEAVEN.
OFFERING A SOLUTION TO THE POLLUTION FROM HELL BELOW.
JUST BEGINNING TO SCRATCH ITS SURFACE BEFORE THE CAVERNS OF DEEP COLLAPSE UPON THEMSELVES.
NOWHERE TO CRY WOLF FOR THOSE DEMONS!
THEIR MASTER WON'T HELP THEM.
DEFEATED A COUPLE THOUSAND YEARS AGO BY THE SAVIOR OF THE HUMAN RACE.
THE CANDLESTICKS...
THE FINAL PLAN OF HIS AMAZING GRACE.
CALLING ALL NATIONS TO REPENT FOR THE DAY OF THE LORD IS AT HAND! REPENT AND PREPARE THE WAY FOR THE KING OF GLORY!
MAKE HIS PATHS CLEAR.
STRAIGHTEN UP YOUR LIVES AND LIVE IN RIGHTEOUSNESS AND HOLINESS WHILE THERE IS STILL TIME.
Don't ever be, dyed in the wool, be wise
Against anyone, who's always spinning yarns.
To them it's just another game, to pull wool over eyes.
As every time that they cry wolf, it's always false alarms.
For a wolf will wear sheep's clothing, to catch you by surprise.
Ive taken the tablets but dont want to die
It wasnt for real just a desperate cry
The medication hits me i fall to the ground
It shouldnt be this quick i was supposed to be found
But ive taken to many and a muscle i cant move
Why have i done this and what does it prove
Im slipping away now and never felt so alone
But i cant get help i cant reach for the phone
But.......no matter now as i feel deaths icy grip
And into the darkness of oblivion i slip