We were whisked off into the middle of the sea
By a golden carp named Chicka May mee
She saved us from a fate worse than death I guess
Anyway, that’s what I heard from Uncle McNess
We travelled all day, a night, almost a week
She finally let us off on an old widow’s peak
The hag shook her head and we fell on the table
What have you there? Asked her sister Mable.
I think it’s a family in a mini house, she said.
The carp named Chicka May mee promptly fled.
We were taken in by the sisters, put on a table.
We liked them both, but especially sister Mable.
Oh, don’t abandon us now!
We so love your masked fear.
Tell us, Dr Fauci, my dear.
What shall I do, Holy Cow?
Should I check my cat’s rear?
Is there Omicron in my ale or beer?
I fret over eating meat from a sow!
Shall I go check my skin in a mirror?
We need you, who makes thing, clearer!
We might have to go to work?
Oh, no, a fate worse than death!
To smell real human breath?
Of boosters and lockdowns we cheer!
Of Meta and Twitter we merrily sing.
The COVID national anthem is our thing!
8/24/2022
~1~
I waited in the shadows,
Amidst the chaotic stillness,
That promised the entrance of a storm.
The light seemed so near yet so far,
The darkness won't leave me,
It knows its guests and their deeds,
It lets them grow,
It consumes them, killing the light, if any.
My escape won't mean peace,
It would be a fate worse than death,
And, red doesn't easily leave the hands,
It lives forever to immortality,
It calls out to the snake,
That runs to you bearing its fangs
Ready to bite you, bring you to your knees,
The venom makes you wish you were never born,
That you had never seen the darkness,
That you had never too far gone.
Date - Saturday, 9th July, 2022
They Will Never Understand.....
The fullness of your love that forever is in my hands.
Nor the joy in my heart that lives, though we are miles apart.
People wonder, why didn’t you marry another man?
As if that Hellenic angel, can ever be replaced by another face.
I cannot think of more sadder fate.
Shallow, shallow, they understand me not! I have an eternal mate!
A symphonic joy designed by the fates.
They think I need a ring and white dress and must tie the knot?
I must give up the joy of my life that literally moves this pen?
Never! Not Even tomorrow! What a sorrow!
A fate worse than death and with poison, filled to the brim.
A daily chalice of sorrow to exist in?
I know who I am eternally committed to...
Allow me the space to be me, and please, be you!
My heart made of red roses and the finest lace.
And beats only for his embtace.
In eternity, is our home and everlasting space.
A tapestry of stars, waiting for our eager embrace!
9/15/2021
Back from the Dead.
I viewed others lives through a telescope
For far too many lost years
For I, lived in limbo
Gave up hope
Tried to climb a slippery slope
I know what darkness is
It's a place in hell
I know
Only too well.
I felt the pain of acid rain
Hundreds of tiny razorblades cutting my tender skin
I don't know what the future holds
But I know where I have been.
A single fish
In an endless ocean
Drank hemlock
And liked the poison
Laid naked in the gutter
While the scornful Ravens with hideous eyes
Beaks and claws
Tore and scavenged on my tender flesh
Every day
A fate worse than death.
I stood on the edge of the abyss
Staring at the deep inviting chasm below
Swaying backward and forwards
In the wind
Not knowing not sure which way to go.
For my heart has many festering wounds
That never seem to heal
My life is just a circle
On a perpetual spinning wheel.
But suddenly
I have awoken
I feel again
At last, I see the light
The shackles that once held me down
Now gone
At last, I have a life
Nightmare over
For I am free
To live the life I always dreamed of
And be the man
I long to be
Reborn.
Peter Dome. Copyright.2019.
A maniac has kidnapped me and he's holding a gun to my head.
He's forcing me to watch the new Doctor Who but I'd rather be dead.
I can't stand the new Doctor Who TV show, why is he doing this to me?
This is a fate worse than death, I want him to put me out of my misery.
I can't stand the political correctness of the new Doctor Who.
I'm begging him to pull the trigger, that would be the kinder thing to do.
I like the new Doctor Who as much as Jerry Seinfeld likes Newman.
Forcing me to watch these episodes is cruel, it's positively inhuman.
If I watch much more of the new Doctor Who, I swear I'll be driven insane.
I can't believe what this psycho is doing to me, how can he be so inhumane?
I loved the classic Doctor Who but forcing me to watch the new is sick behavior.
I want him to pull the trigger and end my life, he would be doing me a favor.
the after effects of suicide... fate worse than death if left behind
10/11/2016
Its easy to let go the hard part is holding on
We loose every night to fight for every dawn
Life is about living let the old rejoice
You hear the young's cry but they don't see the choice
To live for each day and battle fir every breath
To squander life is a fate worse than death
Smell every rose and feel every ray of the sun
Revel in every moment love laugh and have fun
Reach for the stars and see what life brings
Forgive your foes and don't stress about the little things
Feel from your heart and chase your own dreams
Devour life until your inner light gleams
Spring comes,
Bringing novel flowers
To this multicolored Earth,
A really wretched place actually,
If you know the awful truth about it
Spring leaves,
Taking some flowers with it,
Bestowing freedom
Upon these fortunate plants
Seventeen springs ago,
An ordinary flower blossomed
On this cursed land.
The worst of all curses,
Life,
Placed on this pitiful plant
And a fate worse than death
Seasons flew by
And the flower withstood
The immense force of the elements,
Debilitated by great adversity
Brought by the years
Now with spring close by,
If fate shall allow,
Hopefully this spring,
This dying flower will perish.
Its roots turned to ashes
And carried by the winds of freedom
To the promised eternal paradise
Rebirth
A garden greets my eyes
With its breath-taking beauty
And my suffering dies
What is it that your becoming,
What fears lie in your head.
What thoughts haunt your mind at night,
That refuse to let you rest.
Is it something that can be helped,
A fate that can be cured.
Is it worse than others think,
Is it less or is it more.
Who wonders whats been on your mind,
What nightmares could make you scream.
What poisons seep into your blood,
Are you who you seem to be.
What do you fear so badly,
A fate worse than death.
Is it cold where you lie thinking,
When will you finally be able to rest.
What fears lie in your head,
What thoughts haunt your mind at night,
What is it that your becoming,
A monster in your own right.
We laid hands on your empty corpse
We stretched hands to touch your soul
We cried sympathetically looking through your grave
We cursed the provocation that sounded your death knell
But again we are here and mourning
Crying for our beloved friend
In the depths of sorrow, we find solace
In the darkness, we seek the light
The memories of you linger in our hearts
A reminder of a life once bright
A fate worse than death, a loss profound
But in our grief, we are bound
Bound by love and shared despair
Bound by the memories we all bear
So we mourn, we weep, we remember
For in our hearts, you will live forever
A fate worse than death, we survived
But in our love, you will always thrive.
So persistent...
Your name will be whispered
with my dying breath
Subconscious echoing in my head
And you know I never asked for it
I wish it had never come to this
It’s so funny, I could cry
Hurts so bad that I can’t stop laughing
I’ve gone beyond insane
Been driven far beyond feeling
I used to feel too young for this body
Inside was a terrified child
who couldn’t grow up
But now i feel so old....
so weak...so tired...
so numb....
so hollow and empty and cold.
Because I’ve loved you against my will, my love
I’ve loved you against my will
Life without you is a fate worse than death
I’ve loved you against my will
to live.
sorrylittlesharky.com
His shirt had the logo
'Software' on his chest,
'Hardware', an arrow pointing
straight down to his crotch.
I thought the 'Software'
should've pointed to his head.
Somehow I didn't think
his heart could've been 'soft';
probably a doorman, bouncer maybe.
Remember Raoul Moat, body builder killer?
Perhaps I am prejudiced, with information overload,
could've been a gangster. No - just a gentle giant.
caring for his mother whom his father abandoned
when he was just a wee defenceless kid.
This world is not fair or equitable, I thought,
nothing that commands one's unquestioned faith.
Millions perish by earthquake and floods;
survivors face a fate worse than death.
It’s hot,
Lonely and,
Barely full
Yet here I sit in class with sleeping beauty and Cinderella.
But the heat and loneliness are foes to be reckoned with,
As they slowly nest themselves into my head.
The class that was once so still and silent.
Now seemed to be instilled by the noise of the world,
A world swirling around me in a darkness that only seems to grow darker.
The noise overwhelmed me and left me bare,
As the world piece by piece hit my body like projectiles.
I screamed and screamed to be ridden of this pain, this hell,
Called loneliness but the darkness just swallowed my words whole,
Before they even escaped the sanctuary of my mouth.
My body stayed motionless and in pain,
As I accepted………….
Au Revoir class said my French teacher,
Who unknowingly saved me from a fate worse than death.
Loneliness.
He will be taken
to a corner of the world
forced to live without
charged with false accusations
enprisoned and doomed
a fate worse than death
no one knows where this jail is
or who he is
or when his final day may be
the sins of the world laid to rest upon saving this one life
blamed for the roots of all evils
from spilling seeds to crookery
detailed
yet location and time a mystery
codes and signs developed
for who knows what
loving the sin and not the sinner
the devil owes thee
and may try to prove his cunning and sly
get out of his end of the bargain
the wool pulled off the wolf
the tag passed
back to the conference
hidden agendas and full blown sabotoge witnessed
the devils fate here misread
blackmailed with
paid to smile in his presence
two sides, bait and switch
thousands accepting bribes
left hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing
lady luck runs out
to give the key to father time
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