Children of the Gaza,
How do you strive to survive?
Children of the Gaza,
Why aren't your struggles amplified?
Children of the Gaza,
Can you hear my voice?
Children of the Gaza,
Tell me, are you still alive?
Young souls, being killed everyday,
"Babies aren't meant to be here", they say,
There's a horrifying, terrified sound 2 year olds make,
Hearing the sound of planes.
Being fed water instead of milk,
Where has your baby formula been?
Being thrown bombs over your heads,
Is this how months olds are supposed to be fed?
Voices struck in their throats,
Bloody and hoarse,
Lost in the noise of destruction,
Panic attacks and starved stomachs.
What did they do to deserve,
To be born in the middle of the war?
'Tis true, noble fruit, green or red,
you'd rather be alive than dead,
but when cruel fate says you must die,
you do so, proudly, for apple pie.
When that ultimate price is paid,
and I solemnly apply the blade -
oh, the horrifying pain and fright,
as you endure this culinary rite.
Try to think of it as fruitful fun,
smeared with nutmeg and cinnamon,
your sliced up body laid in a bed
of flour for pastry, not for bread.
Have you been prepared for what's in store
when I bend to close the oven door?
In an hour, I'll fork you and you'll scream,
your fragrance escaping then as steam.
Your tale ends - you meet your final fate,
covered up with ice-cream on my plate.
Hell's fury ignites the tormented winds of horrifying fire.
Earth's howls in pain, as its land degenerates into a nightmare.
Swirling red dust and sand tortured and tormented the fallen.
Blistering is the swirling ash and flame beckon into its calling.
Tornadic flames and ash forming a bird of fire, she screeches in pain.
Unfolding its magnificent wings of fire as its flight broke hell's chains.
Soaring above the inferno domain, she knows her creation.
With a thought and a word, she destroys this horrid desecration.
Empty darkness covers the domain awaiting its master's touch of light.
The phoenix, with another word of love, creates Earth’s beautiful life.
Cheerful music.
Churning out chords.
A windmill of niceness.
Music brings me an effect.
Syllables, and chorography.
Are just floating.
Above stage lights.
During my own turmoil.
Passively lying around.
I don’t know where my last three singles came from.
They just dropped from the ceiling like horrifying slime.
It makes me do things.
Not laugh.
Not cook.
Not talk.
Just…
More music.
Cheerful music.
Those stage lights will never go away.
Ambition cycles through.
I pick up my guitar sometimes.
I throw it into a different dimension but it just gets worse.
Stepping in sync with a pile of sludge.
And that’s how you become a star.
I was asked, “have you ever been hit on the jaw?”
I replied, on occasion, I’ve hit a fist with my face.
“Looks like scar tissue is the conclusion I draw”
“but I’ll send it to the lab to be sure that’s the case”
Four days later I got a call that had the answer,
I knew it was bad when He wouldn’t tell my wife.
He was quick to the point, “you’ve Parotid gland cancer,”
and about four days later I was under his knife.
In the Sixties the C word usually meant dying,
so I sought the hand of the one I’d long ignored.
The thought of eternal hell became horrifying,
and from desperation I took the hand of the Lord.
I fell down on my knees and started praying,
not asking for a healing but forgiveness that day.
Believing that He would hear what I was saying,
and that my new life path would be His way.
This all came to pass fifty-seven years ago,
at age Twenty-Eight I took the hand of Jesus.
I’ve clutched it tightly not ever letting go,
it took His death on the cross from sin to free us.
Thank you Jesus for blessing/extending my life.
Miracle Man
Cold, warm, horrifying, inviting
Grinding away at the last pink and grey pustules
pooling at the bottom of my
Skull
Gods own light pushes and claws helplessly
against thin nylon
Its primordial importance
Toppled by billions and billions of bright bulbs
Burning and boring into my eyeballs
Spiralling and spiralling down
an everlasting pit of fluctuating fun and fear
And skin and sin and guilt, guided
Down as fast or as slow as
You want, your choice
Quick glimpses of the very bottom shoot sharp
Icicles of despair into my sedentary soul
Thick mist
Clears temporarily from my
Glazed eyes, I push and claw helplessly against images
Of razed villages and burgundy-bloodied bodies,
Kicking and
Screaming against the unfeeling and undulating
Dilated eyes
of fellow billions
maybe you didn’t physically touch my skin,
but the evil in your eyes when you would look
in my direction was enough to make it crawl.
you may not have laid your fingertips on my
innocent body, but the thought of knowing i
was a room away was horrifying to my young brain.
maybe you didn’t breathe on my neck, but knowing
how your eyes looked as i would turn around is enough
to make me cry when i look in the mirror. you may
not have struck my young self with your hatred-filled
fingertips, but knowing the intentions you had in your mind
as you hugged me are enough to burn my body as i wash off the
sensation of your hands on my delicate skin.
Predetermined prostitution
Selling out to make it big
Gendered, soulless horrification
Getting greedy to feed the pig
Horrifying landscape changes
Maintenance of status quo
Antagonistic soul estranges
Burning embers afterglow
Disregarded foolish notions
Swept along by blood and greed
Fanciful and dark devotions
Haunt me now until I'm freed
Set my soul for resurrection
Save me from these dire straits
Bounded by a predilection
Tumultuation this creates
Take me now into the darkness
Hold me down until I scream
Fascination with the harkness
Close my eyes until I dream
Disregarded foolish notions
Swept along by blood and greed
Fanciful and dark devotions
Haunt me now until I'm freed
Take me now from this indulgence
Take me to the doors of death
Feed me to the sweet effulgence
As I take my final breath
The fearless soldier with a glowing and youthful look
aims his rifle toward his enemy behind the barrack,
while thoughts are focused on practical and clever survival;
the concept of horrifying death is as distant as imminent hell!
The voluptuous gal with artful fingers massages his client's body,
to her wishes are paid in hefty sums to satisfy her corporal desires;
morality has been replaced by want, nothing will deny her pleasures:
does incurable disease make her worry and go back to a life of purity?
The peachy-cheeked girl gently picks up the fragile petals of blue lilies
dispersed by gusty blows of rageful wind swooping above and around her;
she should be outraged and find a calmer meadow amid the lively hills:
no whim smears with anger her charming smile adorned by hair so fair!
The newborn baby, pulled from his mom womb, emits a scream into light,
there's no happier mother caressing him, nurturing him with sweetness;
life offers joys and awful moments, while death offers pervasive fears:
between these two stands immortality as conceived by religion, not fact!
A strange man drives our country lane.
Can it be that he's insane?
Sick in temperament and brain?
I saw him before, and now again.
Is something about to go down?
He's driving, but what's driving him?
It's not something I can explain.
Could it be for personal gain?
And how long will he remain?
Should I be leaving town?
Does he portend a terror reign?
A horrifying campaign?
Devastatingly inhumane?
Causing misery and pain?
The weather man's predicting rain.
In the wind, there's an eerie sound.
Our way of life can we retain?
Is it circling the drain?
Will it ever come back again?
Will he leave a stain?
Trepidation, so profound.
As soon as the snake bites you
You can stop being terrified of snakes
It is a smaller pinch than you imagined
I know a child who was terrified of bees
The sting was not as horrifying
As the fear that had been instilled in him by his grandma
A raccoon ran across my foot one day
I would have been horrified if I had known ahead of time
Something I could have feared
But I missed the opportunity.
Now I think of it and I smile.
Fear is debilitating; it limits me.
It takes away my joy.
I choose to be worry-fear-free now.
I fought with Jack,
He hit me back,
We both went home crying,
Mom asked me why,
I did not lie,
Jack started denying;
He broke my toy,
Total destroy,
And my car went flying,
He was uncouth,
I punched his mouth,
It was satisfying;
Jack said my punch
Was why he lunged,
'twas so horrifying,
I cried some more,
Mom did ignore,
"Let's find out who's lying";
My sis she called,
Who saw it all,
(That was terrifying)
"Jim broke his car,
With Jack did spar,"
On us, she was spying!
There was no doubt,
I got time out,
It was mortifying,
Jack was let go,
Just so you know,
We're still friends undying;
Three sides, you see
To each story,
There's some falsifying,
Dig deep to find
The truth unfeigned,
It's called verifying.
he has always been my death –
he has always been my fear –
doors banging,
plates flying and breaking,
shouting, conniving,
lying to save my face from fists,
the only love I know –
the kicking
of my locked bedroom door
the swearing
the throttling of my neck,
fear and loneliness –
forceful penetration
the long rape, the long long rape –
the only love I know –
anger displayed
like a horrifying painting,
emotional outbursts,
the look of hate
and grinding teeth on top of me,
he has always been my death
he has always been my fear –
Mom’s boyfriend, the only love i know –
So many times I visit sorrow.
I gave you my heart to borrow.
I've walked this path too much.
Evil as such.
Horrifying to grasp this love.
Blood covers the sin on my glove.
I feast a lot on pain,
Nothing but rejection to gain.
I love, but not love that should be.
I hide from that evil I so often see.
So innocent from the start.
Too stupid, too smart...
I cry for souls that are lost, mostly my own.
Love hurts, I should have known.
I fear the power of unity.
I crave sweet serenity.
The Heart of Lust, struggling to offer trust.
It conquers good,
Provokes evil,
creating a sensuous mood.
Why hide from power?
We are not the innocent flower.
Love is what I'm striving for.
Yet, the tunnel is dark towards that mystical door.
Sources of evil lusting for my soul.
Destruction their only goal.
Surrender to the unknown presence,
Feel it's dark essence.
Total destruction of body and mind.
Leave love behind.
Envision inner peace.
Embrace lust and ignore the desire to cease.
The truth is, we live a lie.
We must enjoy life, for we all will die.
Words are CRAZY
They can mean
ANYTHING!
But mostly:
Not
Quite
Right.
***
Horrifying.
-Gray Squirrel
10-28-2024
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