When faced with monsters
The inner universe in me
Opens up its portals
And plays for me
Ethereal sounds
Engulfing me in waves
So huge, so rogue
That my soul gets immersed
In a world where there exists
Only me and my God
Engaged in endless games of love!
When I am faced with monsters,
The skies refuse to turn dark,
Rather, they sparkle with silvery hues
And echo of songs
Sung by celestial beings
All caring solely for the wellbeing
Of Earth and its many children
Who, like me, cannot care about
The gruesome sight of monsters
And when those monsters pounce
My guardian angel mutters spells
And annihilate the very minute particles
Of monsters, who are never meant to be seen
In the arena of Existence again
For monsters
Have not their place in a realm which
Is meant to be replica of the garden
Where God Himself resides!
When you're faced with monsters in a small space
Of claustrophobic dread of darkness, a crawlspace,
It stalks the quiver, narrow graves' breaths of fear.
Strangling the heart's soul as it swallows a tear.
The whimper within the small casket adheres.
Until you stab the caged beast inside, resolve.
It feels safe when the darkened cage dissolves.
They came at us from nowhere
and gave us quite a fright.
I was with my sister
and it was late at night.
Their forms were all horrific.
One’s face was ugly green.
I got behind my sister
to avoid being seen.
They screeched or they cackled.
It was so menacing.
I knew not to fear
although it was unsettling
I heard a loud-pitched buzzing.
Saw a grotesque looking man.
With that chain saw at my back,
from the haunted house I ran.
It happened one night:
roving shadows
with impish intent
stabbing breath
under barren moon
& stars they'd pick-pocketed
from somnolent skies
faces of black aloes
engulfing two needles of light,
piercing whites, these grim eyes
& drowning me
between a musty tenant-mattress,
chest of bricks sagging
mind travailing
unfamiliar ground
in an unlit back room
yet a word
JESUS
spilled over jotty prayers
formed by the heart
melted vespertine crawlers
the monsters among me had no claws
they were shoes neatly polished
they spoke so kindly
fear could sound like care
they taught me to be obedient
to keep my questions small
locked the doors and called it freedom
they told me outside was danger
not allowed to ask them why
I learned to smile with folded hands
and trust the lies they told
but curiosity filled my mind
one small peek through stained glass
a world they told me wasn't real
once I saw the sky
I began to climb
one small step at a time
who is wrong who is right
Must escape these monsters before the bell rings
I hear the choir practicing
pick up the pace
the monsters are coming
if they find me there is no escape
I threw my Sunday heels to the floor
sprinting, panting, looking straight
I made it
the monsters are gone
I did it I escaped
In shadows that creep,
i find myself submerged
by tiny whispers echoing in stillness.
They haunt my head,
drudge my heart,
leaving raging nightmares
not just at night.
With every echo i'm in flight,
searching for an exit.
Looking for some kind of courage
to calm this raging monster.
Then moonlight appears
the air becomes thick,
and a shiver runs down my spine.
This is the moment to run
just for another night,
but i will never be able
to un-face my monsters.
Who will always live within.
My lover is Tyler Durden
Only cared for me when I handed him wealth
And once he wiped my tears away
But several times he faded away
Only when I needed him the most
So I shoved his suitcase out of my doorway
And threw him onto the cold streets
Because I came to the realization
Men with two sides aren't worth marrying
she was nicknamed witch who faced down a warlock
she was fearless, confident, radically ready to roll and rock
the toughest being who lived on a Brooklyn block
don’t mess with her, my mother said, looking at the clock
witch who faced down a warlock was slated to walk
down the block, on her way to school, where she could shock
classmates who were terrified of her confident walk.
and her willingness to take on a werewolf and a warlock
“To sound
like bacon smells”
Bonnie said to me
in jest
In the Spring
of 1970
At Penn State’s
— Colloquy Fest
(Bonnie Raitt & Son House: Spring 1970)
I once took a peer pressured pill that sent me in to a hypersensitive thrill. A smiley faced white pill , I was forced to endure to not be labelled a buzz kill. After the effects started to kick in my body began to sway, hallucinations of demons closed in on me which I could not fight away. I was a souls trapped in a human body trying to jump ship, my skin burned to the surface whilst my stomach did a back flip. My peers laughed at me whilst I lost my mind, some tried to take advantage of me on the dance floor with a grind. I felt helpless like I had no control, and I had shed my skin I left my body on the floor she was oh so thin. One tiny pill took my life I followed the reaper to the golden gates whilst he gripped his scythe. Don’t do drugs they take your humanity, addiction paid its price and cost me my sanity
I've oft been offered but not tempted by
large helpings of pie in the sky
from too many crooks
who indeed the broth did spoil
and so as not to be sullied
by such greasy oil
I stay out of their kitchen
not because I can't stand the heat
but what's on their menu
ain't my cup of meat
apple or cherry by the slice
with a tasty pastry crust
is not a must but very nice
my absolute fave fit for a King
with taters on top of thee I sing
made with lamb
not beef that's cottage
and personal wish
as the name does imply
is a dainty dish
of homemade shepherd's pie
The serpent's hiss, a venomous dart,
Is honest hate, a tear right to the heart.
But you, you whisper honeyed lies so sweet,
A camouflage, a cunning, cruel deceit.
You smile so wide, a painted mask of care,
While in your eyes, a chilling, vacant stare.
You pat my back, you offer words of praise,
And plant the seeds of doubt in countless ways.
The open foe, I know where they will strike,
Their hatred burns, a flickering, harsh light. I brace myself,
I steel against the blow, at least their malice, I can surely know.
But you, dear friend, are a viper in disguise,
Your poison spreads beneath my very skies.
You bleed me slowly, with a gentle touch,
A double-faced betrayer that's what you are.
You're the worst kind of hater, who likes to stay hidden behind closed walls,
You whisper made stories that should never be told.
I rather have an honest hater, though bitter, they are still truer, than hollow love, projected false by you.
Are gay jockeys fruit of the loom,
when riding a race on the course,
and would they need a leg-up,
to get on their high horse?
Bucking the system in a one-horse town,
or in the middle of a stream,
to look for gifts in a horse's mouth,
is not the smartest scheme.
Would a long-faced horse, a sourpuss,
not wanting to be a player,
bolt the barn door
and be a neigh-sayer?
If a broke cowboy, saddled with a nag,
a dark horse of a different colour that's *****,
were bent, a crooked rustler,
would he sell you a bum steer?
the man’s face was bizarre
He looked like a cartoon that had come to life.
I could not stop staring at him during parent teacher conferences
His son, who looked just like him, acted just like him too.
The water does not spill far from the slammed washtub.
the green faced witch was ugly as they come
We all said it, even her kin from McDumb
She had skills though, we could not deny that
her wand and spells could do damage in fact
she turned her mother-in-law into an owl and stole her away
They did not find her for several years, but finally last May
The owl found her way back, this time as a mean crow.
This time green faced witch buried her where no one will go.
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